#but she just keeps thrusting and thrusting

[shouyuus]

I have a request based off of something that happened to me with my gf LMAO but if you could write a Vi and reader having ✨sesbian lex✨ and Vi suddenly gets a phone call. Instead of Stopping Vi covers reader’s mouth and answers the call, chatting normally as she continues to strap reader down and reader is struggling to stay quiet 👁️👁️ thanks pookie!

that's so hot pookie bless so glad u got to have that experience 👁️👁️

+18, mdni, carmech!vi bc i miss her wow

"n-ngh -- vi... r-right there --"

"yeah sweetness? like it when i fuck you right there?"

vi sounds a bit breathless, there's a light quirk to the side of her lips as she works her hips into yours, her strap hitting against a spot inside you that has your vision petering out at the edges. there's a heat curling in the base of your belly that makes your toes curl, your spine bend. you reach for her, sinking your fingers into her tightly corded forearms as she leans down to pin you back.

"fuck -- fuck -- you're so tight, pretty girl -- y'hear how wet you are for me?" she asks, even as you nod, a desperate bob of your head as she hoists your thigh over her hip to drill in all the deeper.

it's saturday afternoon, the air conditioner on full blast, the car garage empty for the heat. it'd been a slow kind of day, the kind where ennui tickles at the summer-stained corners of the imagination, threatening to set in. and when it does... well, there's only one thing for it --

"please, vi -- i'm gonna --"

she lets out a low groan, leaning down to suck a sloppy hickey against your shoulder. even though the pair of you have been together more than a year now, she's still as insatiable as when you'd just met her.

"that's it, c'mon princess -- cum for me, cum all over this strap like the good little girl you --"

the phone rings; her pace stutters.

you keen, squeezing your thighs around her hips, your heels digging into her back as she reaches for her cellphone and frowns down at the caller id. you shake your head vigorously, tugging at her arm.

"vi -- vi -- no don't --" you beg, because there's a dangerous smirk cresting her lips even as she presses a finger to them.

"shh... quiet princess, unless you want someone to hear," she murmurs, before swiping up and pressing the phone to her ear.

"heeeyyy silco, what's up? y'lookin for vander? he's out at a show in kansas -- oh yeah -- sure, we should still be good for dinner -- 7, at the bar, right?" vi rocks her hips down into yours and has to press her palm over your mouth to muffle your squeak.

"huh? no nothing -- just uh --" vi cocks an eyebrow down at you, swirling her hips, the feel of her strap dragging inside you nearly makes your eyes roll back. you clench down around her, biting down hard on your own lips to keep from making noise. she nods her approval before letting go of your mouth and straightening back up, resting her free hand on your hip to hold you still as she tugs back for a particularly hard thrust.

"-- doin' some maintenance work," she chuckles, "some of these screws are in a bit tight," she winks, pulling back and thrusting forward once more, "y'know how things get when they're not... worked out properly once in a while."

you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the coil tighten inside you with every soft shallow thrust of her hips, the tip of the silicon strap nudging up against your g-spot till it's all you can do to keep from falling apart. you scrabble for her wrist, giving her a warning tug as she laughs at something silco says, glancing down at your with dark, blown-out eyes.

"yeah, i know, i know, you've always hated the shop talk -- kay, we'll see you at dinner -- yep, she'll be there too," vi says, before bidding her goodbyes and clicking off her phone. she sets it face down on the bedside table and before returning to the shape of you pinned beneath her.

"f-fuck vi... th-that's not --" you try to force out a coherent sentence, but vi only coos as she reaches down between you to flick playfully at your clit. immediately, your mouth falls open, and you jerk up against her. she laughs.

"mmm... i really do love it when you're tryna keep quiet for me princess..." she says, leaning down to brush her lips against yours. you yank her down for a kiss, fingers fisting in the choppy pink hair at the base of your skull. she groans into the kiss, fucking into you now with the kind of wild abandon you've come to know all too well.

within a minute, she has you shuddering apart, coming hard enough for the world to blink out for a few seconds, the air in your lungs to taste sweet and bitter all at once. she holds you down and chases her own climax, muttering the entire time about how hot you look, how much she loves it when you soak her strap like this. you keen as she collapses into you with a long breath, groaning into the sticky skin of your shoulder.

you run your fingers through her hair.

"really?" you ask, after a few steadying breaths, "a few tight screws?"

vi chuckles, pulling back with a lopsided shrug.

"what? wasn't exactly a lie."

"yeah? you really wanna compare our sex lives to car maintenance?"

vi pulls out and you crinkle your nose at the sudden loss of feeling. she leans down to press a kiss to the side of your knee before reaching for a napkin to wipe you down.

"'s not that different -- good, timely maintenance gets you a good, healthy, long run with your car," she says, tossing the napkin into a bin in the corner before offering you a mug of water. you take a sip before holding the mug up to her lips. she lets you tip some into her mouth, licking her lips as she works the harness off from around her hips.

"thanks princess," she says, leaning forward for a kiss. you watch her pull her tanktop back on, shimmying back into her boxer shorts.

"oh, you're good for dinner at silco's right? at 7?"

you cock an eyebrow, "you mean the dinner you already agreed to for me on the phone right now? while we were fucking?"

vi shoots you a cheeky smile.

"so... 7?"

you roll your eyes, tossing your underwear at her with a huff.

"get me a new pair of panties."

vi laughs, snatching your crumpled up underwear from the air and considers them for a brief second before pressing them into the back pocket of her cargo shorts.

"nah, think i like you without them."

[ggidolsmuts]

Styling her hair in Doggy Style - Le Sserafim Sakura

*Hey, you do Chaewon's hair right?* Sakura texts you out of the blue.

*Not really?*

*Okay perfect, can you come by now? I asked Chaewon already and she said you're free* You look at the clock, it's 10 pm, what hairstyling would she need now? Maybe one of those late night photoshoots?

*Fine, just text me the location*

You show up at said location—it's an apartment building, a specific apartment, to be exact. You realize belatedly when you knock on the door that this is her apartment.

"Oh, you're here, come in!" Sakura greets you with a smile, dressed very casually in a cute singlet and gray sweatpants.

"You need me to style your hair... Here?" you ask, following her into her bedroom, her gaming PC glowing in RGB.

"Yes, I'll be taking some selfies, and I would like some... Messier hair."

"Messier hair?"

"Bed hair of a specific kind." Sakura already has her arms around your neck. "I think I sent my message before I finished writing it." You think you get her message loud and clear, hands holding her slim midriff and feeling her breath quicken.

"Oh did you? What did you want to say?"

"I asked Chaewon, and she said you're free to fuck me." The last word comes out as a hiss, barely getting out between her lips before you kiss her. Sakura is eager, and as you put a hand on her thigh she's already leaning backwards, allowing both of you to tilt and fall on to the bed. Quick kicks of her legs leave her naked from the waist down, and her hurried hands have you naked below the belt too.

"Hungry?"

"Starving." She has wrapped a hand around you, guiding you in already. You watch her throw her head back as you fill her, and resist the urge to leave a hickey on her neck—she had selfies to take after all. "I need my hair to be messy so..." She nips you on your lower lip, the sting like a whip to your senses, Sakura the rider to you, her stallion.

"Don't be gentle."

You spread her legs further, loving the whine she makes as you sink deep into her. Your hands plant on either side of her, and as you start thrusting the scene in front of you is perfect—Sakura's beautiful face watching your every move, expression reflecting every bit of pleasure she feels; her hands grip the sheets, wrinkling them as they twist and grab in sync with your hips; her legs dangle just out of your peripheral view, hungrily helpless, wanting nothing more than to wrap them around you, but unable to do anything except push against your arms.

"Mmmm!" There is a loud smack of flesh-on-flesh violence as your body meets hers, and Sakura's bed is up to the task of helping you bounce off her, allowing you to slam deep inside her on every thrust, pushing moans out of Sakura that she's never heard herself make.

"Kkura, I can call you that right?" You're leaning over her, hands in her hair, holding her possessively as you make her flexible, pushing her legs back until it's at her shoulders and she's feeling the burn. You won't overdo it though—you just need her to cum like this.

"Yes, yes you can, nngh!"

"Good, then fucking cum for me Kkura!" With a few more thrusts that stretch her in more ways than one she does just that, legs quivering as it washes over her. She releases a long drawn out moan, and she jerks powerfully, legs pushing away from you and up the bed. You slip out of her, slick still dripping off your shaft, but that was fine—it was time for another position anyways.

You flip Sakura on her front, and she has enough awareness to get on all fours, ass raised in the air. She grunts as you line yourself up behind her and slide in, so you give her a moment, but nothing else leaves her lips—she just came, yet not a word about slowing down or giving her a moment. You lean over her again, this time from behind, and with your hand on her head, you twist and make her face you, and all you see is desire, her thirst for messy hair unquenched.

Time for the stallion to ride the rider.

You grab Sakura's arms and pull, keeping her back arched as you begin to fuck her. The angle lets you get at her g-spot easily, and soon she's yelping, shouting as stars begin to burst behind her rolling eyes.

"Oh, oh fuck it feels so good!" After stretching her legs you really stretch her arms in this position, pulling on them hard as you crash into her with furious thrusts. Her head turns this way and that, bouncing and jangling as her neck struggles to keep up with the force and pleasure going through her body. You pull her upright against you, an arm around her tight tummy holding her there as you tilt her chin towards you—Sakura's drooling, eyes open but blank. She briefly focuses on you when you meet her eyes, but they quickly go blank again when you play with her clit, mind vacated by another orgasm. Sakura looks like a cat when you release your hold on her, only her hips still remaining off the bed as she crashes forward on to the mattress.

"Gonna cum soon," you warn as you pound Kkura's kitty from behind, the idol somehow still having the strength to push herself against you, giving you plenty to work with as you pound into her ass with satisfying claps of your body into hers. You stroke her messy hair, and as you tug on it slightly she tightens around you.

"Fuck Kkura, where!" This time you're a little more urgent, and you're the one stretching your limits dangerously.

"O-Outside, outside!" she gasps as you tug her hair on a particularly hard thrust, triggering another orgasm. You manage to pull out before she can suck you in, and with a loud groan of relief you unload your cum all over her back and ass, streaks of cum firing over her lower back and staining her top, splotches of white all over her cheeks, red and pink from the rough fuck.

With a sigh Sakura collapses on the bed, but she recovers with surprising energy.

"Ah, the selfies, quick, clean me up." She directs you to the tissues, and with a quick wipe she's sitting up, phone in hand as she quickly takes a couple, making sure that the fact she's bottomless is kept out of frame—she is truly a professional.

"Perfect," she says as she swipes through the shots.

"The hair, or the sex?"

"The hair of course. Chaewon's too nice to you, one good night and you think it's the perfect night?"

"Are you saying you need more nights to be sure?"

"Call it under evaluation. You stained my top so that's gonna hurt your score."

"Damn, remind me to take off your top next time."

"Yes, take notes. But my hair looked good, so don't worry too much about your score." As you get dressed you can't help but think that she's just messing with you—Sakura would look good regardless of her hair.

"Sure, whatever. I'll just go then?"

"Yeah, I won't see you out, just close the door behind you."

"Really?" You turn around to find Sakura still lying on the bed, blushing slightly.

"I don't think I can stand right now."

Top marks, for sure.

A/N: Just a quickie, saw that messy hair and had to write it as a followup to the previous Chaewon quickie, thanks for reading!

[yurizq]

ෆ You loved humiliating them.

Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru — the school’s perfect little nerds. Always polite, always quiet, always in your way. They were everything you hated: smart, awkward, soft-spoken… and easy targets.

You shoved their books off desks. Called them virgins in front of crowds. Made them your favorite game. Every day, you reminded them how untouchable you were. Rich, cruel, popular, with boys wrapped around your finger.

“Can’t imagine either of you even know where a clit is,” you’d laughed once, tossing your hair as they stood there in silence. “Fucking pathetic.”

But they never fought back.

Until you cornered them one too many times.

The library was empty when it happened. You were stuck in detention—again—scrolling on your phone, bored out of your mind. Gojo was watching you from across the room. Geto was pretending to read.

You rolled your eyes. “What? Gonna cry if I look at you too long?”

Gojo stood slowly, walking over. “No,” he said calmly, “I’m going to fuck the attitude out of you.”

You barely had time to blink before he grabbed you by the hair and bent you over the nearest table.

“The fuck—get off me—”

“Shut the fuck up,” Geto snapped, already behind you, yanking your panties down so hard the elastic popped. “You’ve had a smart mouth for weeks. Time to put it to use.”

Gojo’s fingers hooked into your mouth, forcing it open. “Suck,” he ordered, pulling his cock out right in front of your face. Thick, flushed, already leaking. “You’ve got all that lipgloss on—use it.”

You choked when he shoved it in, barely letting you breathe before his cock was hitting the back of your throat.

“Bet you’re used to boys kissing your ass,” Gojo grunted, thrusting hard into your mouth. “But you’re just a fucktoy to us.”

Behind you, Geto dragged his cock between your dripping folds, smacking it against your pussy until you whimpered. “Look at that. The bitch’s cunt is soaked. She likes this.”

He slammed into you without warning, burying himself to the hilt in one savage thrust. You screamed around Gojo’s cock, legs shaking instantly.

“Shut up and take it,” Gojo growled. “You wanted our attention. Here it is.”

Geto was relentless, snapping his hips into yours brutally. “Thought you were above us?” he hissed, spanking your ass hard, making it sting. “You're nothing but a whiny little slut dripping all over my cock.”

Gojo grabbed your face, spit dripping from the corner of your lips as he fucked your throat. “Keep gagging on it. You sound cute when you cry.”

“You don’t get to talk anymore,” Geto hissed, smacking your ass again. “You’re just a dumb fuckhole now.”

“Fucking cum dumpster,” Gojo laughed, fisting your hair tighter as he shoved his cock deeper. “Maybe if you’re good, we’ll let you breathe.”

Your pussy clenched so hard around Geto’s cock that he growled, slamming even harder into you.

“You gonna cum, princess?” he panted. “Gonna cream on the nerd cock you made fun of?”

You moaned — gagged — came so violently your legs nearly gave out, pussy fluttering around Geto as he cursed, shoving deep and unloading inside you with a growl.

“Fuck… Take every drop,” he hissed, filling you to the brim.

You hadn’t even caught your breath before Gojo yanked out of your mouth, dragged you up by the throat, and threw you on your back across the table.

“My turn to ruin this cunt.”

He shoved inside still dripping from Geto’s cum, groaning at how wet and messy you were.

“Ohhh, fuck. She’s full already,” he hissed, fucking you so hard your tits bounced with every thrust. “Don’t worry, princess. I’ll stuff you even more.”

You cried out, nails clawing at the table, lips trembling.

“You’ll never talk shit again,” he panted, fucking you raw. “Not when you know what it feels like to be bred by the boys you bullied.”

When he came, it was deep and brutal, cock twitching inside you as he painted your walls with his cum.

You were shaking. Covered in spit, sweat, tears, cum. Still twitching. Still spread wide.

Geto leaned over, his hand on your ruined lips. “What’s wrong? Not so loud now, huh?”

Gojo grinned, panting. “Guess we finally taught the school bitch some manners.”

[nakylvr]

— raindrops ✧ D.A

summary જ⁀➴ daniela loved the intimacy of taking showers with you, really, she loves it

warnings/tags જ⁀➴ nsfw content, established relationship, shower sex, g!p reader, backshots, degradation, cumming inside

minors dni

"you get me in here on purpose, don't you?"

"mm, i don't know what you mean."

"totally." you nod, standing in the shower with daniela, who wraps her arms around your neck at your words.

"what? you think i have some ulterior motive?" she tilts her head to the side.

"i never said that." you shake your head, your hands moving down to her waist. "i just think you like seeing me like this."

"oh, i definitely like seeing you like this." she smiles innocently, but her eyes hold a different meaning as she peers up at you. "because i'm the only one who gets to see it," she whispers before kissing you.

you unconsciously smile into the kiss, letting her take the reins for a little bit as she bites down on your lip gently. parting your lips, she slips her tongue inside your mouth, making you sigh and pull her closer to you by her waist with a firm grip. one of her hands trails down your chest, going lower until she reaches your semi-hard cock and gently wraps her hand around you, causing you to moan into her mouth at the feeling.

she starts stroking you slowly, getting you hard until you were fully erect pressing against her thigh, and she grins internally knowing she's won. she pulls away long enough for her to mumble out a few words. "i need you so bad."

and within a minute you're standing behind her, her front pressed against the glass of the shower as you drag the tip of your cock up and down her folds.

"see? you always want somethin' from me." you say, nudging your tip against her.

"shut up." daniela retorts, but her voice is shaky with anticipation as she feels you slowly push inside her. "fuck..."

you stop once you're all the way inside, giving her a moment to adjust before you slowly pull out, then slamming back into her making her gasp loudly. you start a steady rhythm, your hips slapping against hers at a quick pace that has her moaning loudly without a care, the sounds echoing off the walls in the bathroom.

"oh-oh my god you fuck me so good!" daniela whines, one of her arms trying to reach back for you to grab ahold of something.

"yeah?" you say, grabbing her arm and pushing her against the glass more. the steam from the shower making the glass foggy, leaving an outline of her body around it. "you like me fucking you like this? hm? you're just my little slut, aren't you?"

"yes!" she nods as best she can with her cheek pressed against the glass. "yes, 'm your dirty little slut–fuck!" she gasps when she feels you nudge her g-spot. "j-just like that, baby! righ-right there–oh my god!" she whines pathetically, pushing her hips back against you.

"god baby..." you sigh, your nails digging into her hip with one hand and the other keeping her pressed against the glass on her back. "you always take me so good...it's like you were made for my cock, fuck." you can feel her walls clench around you at your words, and you just smirk, snapping your hips against her faster. "you gonna cum, babygirl?"

"please," daniela whines loudly. "please, 'm so close!"

"fuck." you breathe out. "where d'you want me baby?" but you already knew her answer.

it doesn't even take a moment for her to make up her mind and respond. in between choked gasps and moans, "fill me up, please! wan' you to cum in me, please baby!"

you don't say anything else, moving your other hand to grab her waist as a makeshift handle to fuck her harder. your thrusts become sloppy and out of pace the closer you get to cumming, feeling her walls spasm around your throbbing cock. and all daniela can do is babble your name like it's the only word she knows, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as you repeatedly hit her g-spot.

"cu-cumming, 'm cumming!" she manages to get out before she lets out a long moan and cums on your cock.

and within a few seconds you're cumming right after her, groaning as you bottom out inside her and thick ropes of your seed spill inside her. you both are panting heavily as you pull out, and you turn her around to face you, which she immediately leans against you with her legs wobbly.

"you did great, baby." you press a kiss on her head. "i love you."

"love you too." she says softly.

[tobesolnelyx]

getting backshots from natalie or fratboy nat PLSS and like she's mean, kinda mean but at the same time sweet w her gf if thats make sense PLS ILL GIVE U MY NONEXISTENT FIRSTBORN CHILD IN RETURN CUZ UR WRITING IS SO PERFECT IM IN LOVE

THANK U but i think that nonexistent firstborn might be a little violent 😭😭

NSFW - MDNI

thinking about fratboy!nat that fucks you lazily. she takes her time, her thrusts are slow and precise, stroking your g point just right. she holds your hips with one hand, smirking at the way your whole body moves. the pathetic little sounds you make, how you moan with each smash of her hips.

in the other hand she holds cig, savouring the taste on her tongue, smoking like she has plenty of time and her girlfriend isn’t a whiny mess on all fours in front of her.

the whole room smells like sex, cigs and weed. your head is spinning both from the way her dick stretches you out and few beers you had hour ago. skin slaps on skin, and you can barely keep yourself upright.

the thing is, nat is doing it on purpose. she knows you need faster, harder. she won’t cum like that either. but she likes to tease you, overstimulating you, making you beg for her and her throbbing cock. until there’s nothing but this whiny, squirming mess, crying out loud.

she buries herself to the hilt and grinds inside you, hitting spot you didn’t even know that is possible to hit. you moan loudly, and she shove you down the mattress. you whine, so she slaps your ass.

“can you be quiet for once?” she asks with low voice, it would sound harsh if it weren’t for the amusement in her voice. she rubs your hips like she’s trying to say sorry for being so rough with you. “you know what to do,” she murmurs.

“please,” you whimper like on a command. “nat, please i need…” your words are cut off by sharper thrust, your legs are trembling.

“keep going,” she says. she throws mindlessly her cig to the ashtray, now both of her hands are on your hips, keeping you up for her dick. “use your words, you’re always so mouthy,” she grins and lean to press kiss on the small of your back.

“faster,” you manage to choke out. “harder, please, nat i—“ you try to beg her even more, making yourself sound even more pathetic, but she finally, fucking finally, picks up a pace.

you cry out from relief and pleasure, gripping sheets tightly. as if it would help you to hold yourself together. “yes! god, yes…” you start babbling and she laughs, but not mockingly.

“feels good?” she sighs, feeling how tightly you start to squeezing her cock. she leans forward, and before you can register, your stomach is pressed against the sheets as she fucks you.

“so good,” you whine in the pillow, knuckles white from gripping anything you can reach. “don’t stop…fuck! please…”

she doubles her effort, smashing her dick inside you harder and faster, practically pounding you to the mattress. she kisses back of your neck, bites gently your shoulder, and you hear something that sounds like quiet: “my good girl.”

“you can cum, baby,” she says lowly into your ear, and god, you do.

[luvyeni]

𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘 ─── sunoo gets jealous of a fangirl and you remind him that he’s the only good boy for you …

( 対 ) kim sunoo + fem. reader wc. 0.8k genre smut · contains! sub!sunoo x dom eight member , oral ( m ) , unprotected sex mature content. / back to library

he hated how beautiful you were sometimes , you exuded such an energy that everyone fell for. he couldn’t help but get jealous whenever the fanboys would scream your name , yelling how they wanted to marry you , luckily you didn’t want him to feel bad so you never played into the guys — not only did he have to listen to the fanboys , he had to listen to the fan girls as well , and with the girls you had no problem indulging.

he tried not to watch you when you were on stage , he knew it would cause unwanted attention , but he couldn’t help it when you looked so pretty — and the fact that you were currently standing in front of a bunch a fans , hold the hand of a fangirl , the girl looked like she was about to fall out , a smirk on your face. sunoo knew you knew what you did to other people , he knew because you did the same thing to him all the time.

the fan began to touch your arm and your waist , you were living , you loved the attention. sunoo was so upset , he wanted to get off the stage , but he pushed it aside and tried to give the best show he could’ve , even though he wasn’t even for it anymore.

“sunoo , i told you it’s not a big deal.” you pouted , he huffed. “it’s a big deal to me.” he folded his arms as he sat on the hotel bed. “i know you like the attention , you basically get off to fans doing those things to you.” he said. “but i don’t even like girls , and if so i would never do anything to hurt you.” you said. “please don’t be upset.” your hands came up to his thighs. “don’t try and get out of this.” he said , but you smiled, feeling his thighs twitch. “so you won’t forgive me?” you pouted with your sultry look that captured everyone including him , which is how you ended up hovering on top of him. “not even if i make it up to you?”

you always got over on him; kissing his clothed thighs. “m’sorry i made you feel bad.” you whispered slipping your fingers into his waistband , pulling his pants down. “it-it’s okay.” he said , his voice shaking. “i-i know you just like the att- fuck.” he whispered as you kissed his clothed cock. “i do love the attention don’t i?” you kissed him again. “but i love giving you the most attention.” pulling his underwear down. “my sweet boy.” grabbing the base of his cock. “y-yn.” you stroked him. “you’re gonna be my good boy aren’t you.” squeezing his cock. “let me make it up to you?”

“pl-please.” he whimpered , your lips wrapped around his cock. “yn.” he gasped as you took him into your mouth. “yo-your mouth feels so good.” he clutched the sheets , he could barely even remember why he was upset with you. “fuck yn , please keep going , please.” you deepthroated him , gagging around his length , he was gonna cum. “baby , baby i’m gonna cum.” you hummed around him. “please can i cum?” you tapped his thigh , giving him the go , his hips involuntarily thrusted up as he came , his cum filling your mouth. “fuck.” he huffed. “did i cum too much , i think i got carried away.”

you smirked , wiping the corners of your mouth. “you know i love when you cum like that for me.” climbing into his lap , grabbing his cheeks. “such a good boy aren’t you.” he nodded , looking up at you with shining fucked out eyes. “and good boys let me do whatever i want to them right?” you sunk down on him , moaning a breathless moan. “such a good boy.” your silky walls engulfed his cock , he moaned out , only you could make him this much of a mess. “wh-why do you have so much power over me -fuck-?” he moaned , you chuckled , moving your hips. “you love it don’t you.” clenching him tightly. “love wh-when i fuck you don’t you?”

“mhm.” he nodded , he was losing it. “yn i’m gonna cum.” you began to bounce faster in his lap. “don’t be selfish , let me cum first okay?” he nodded , trying to keep himself together , but you went faster and it got harder to not cum. “yn , yn i cant hold it anymore.” he whimpered. “you gonna cum?” he nodded. “fuck me too , such a good boy.”

you moaned. “be a good boy and cum with me.” his hips jerked , triggering your orgasm , both of you cumming. “yn.” he cried out as he came. “good boy , good boy.” you stroked his cheek. “you did so good.”

“you love me right?” he asked. “so much.” you kissed both sides of his cheeks. “no need to be jealous sun.”

“i only love you.”

©️LUVYENI

[dykebehaviour]

take me, if you can

girlfriend!abby x reader

✩ cw: 18+ explicit content, wholesome, giggly, intimate, porn w some plot, bratty!reader, fingering, strap on.

✧ wk: 781

you really could've just handed her your phone.

abby had asked sweetly - granted, suspiciously sweet - but instead of obliging, you'd smirked and stuffed it down the front of your shirt with a simple, "earn it."

now you're sprinting around the living room like a menace while abby, your very tall, very strong, and very determined girlfriend, is hot on your heels in nothing but a sports bra and boxers. you dodge behind the couch, holding the phone over your head like it's a damn olympic medal, and abby narrows her eyes.

"oh, you're gonna regret this," she warns, circling slowly. you squeal and vault over the armrest.

"i already do!" you lie through giggles. you make it halfway down the hallway before her arms wrap around your waist and yank you back with embarrassing ease. you shriek-laugh as she hauls you onto the couch, the both of you tumbling in a heap. you squirm, squealing with laughter as she climbs on top of you.

her thighs cage your hips, hands bracketing your shoulders.

"give. me. the phone," she demands, panting, looming over you.

you bat your lashes up at her. "make me." she blinks, laughs once, low and delighted, and then she tilts her head, eyes gleaming. "oh, baby," she murmurs, leaning forward. "you really want to play?"

you try to lift your hips, wriggle out from beneath her, but abby just presses down and grabs both your wrists in one hand, pinning them to the couch cushion. her other hand drifts slowly down your chest, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt.

"cute hiding spot," she teases. "shame if someone searched you thoroughly."

"wouldn't be the first time," you shoot back.

she raises a brow. "still mouthing off?"

then, with a practiced movement, she tugs your shirt up and off in one go, lips brushing your ear. "let's see how long that lasts."

your breath catches. that edge in her voice, the kind that promises ruin. abby keeps her hold on your wrists, uses her thigh to pry your legs apart, and grinds.

the strap she's wearing is already firm against your center, and you didn't even realise she was packing.

you moan - pathetic and needy, already damp from being chased and manhandled and pinned.

abby laughs, quiet and cocky. "yeah, that's what i thought."

she kisses you then, deep and slow, while her free hand slips into your shorts. her fingers glide through your slick like she knew exactly what she'd find.

"dripping," she says smugly. "all that running got you worked up?"

you don't answer fast enough. she slips two fingers in and curls.

you cry out, hips bucking, but she pins you harder, knuckles deep, palm grinding your clit.

"no, no, sweetheart. be still. let me." your eyes flutter, breath stuttering as she fucks you with her fingers, slow and unrelenting. her strap presses against your thigh with every motion, and you're writhing now, already close, already ruined.

but abby doesn't let you come yet. she pulls out with a wicked smile, then spreads your legs wider and lines the strap up, pressing the tip against your entrance.

"ready?" she asks, soft but firm.

you nod, already begging.

she pushes in slow. inches of thick silicone stretching you open until you're gasping beneath her, fingers gripping her biceps like you'll float away without her anchoring you.

abby holds still, letting you feel every inch, then leans down and intertwines your fingers with hers. "hold on, baby," she whispers.

and then she fucks you.

hard. deep. her pace starts steady and powerful, hips smacking yours, her other hand sliding under your thigh to hook your leg over her shoulder - mating press, locked in, nowhere to go.

you sob her name, every thrust knocking the sound out of you. abby watches you the whole time, jaw clenched, eyes burning with pride and adoration.

"you wanted to be a brat," she pants, thrusting harder, "but look at you now. so good for me."

you're barely coherent, just nodding, clawing at her arm for something to hold.

abby grinds in deeper, hitting that perfect spot over and over, until you're babbling her name and cumming so hard your vision whites out. she doesn't stop; rocks you through it, kissing your temple, your cheek, your lips, until you're clinging to her, utterly undone.

when she finally slows, she pulls out and holds you gently, drawing you into her chest.

you lie there, dazed, wrapped in her arms while she strokes your hair and chuckles into your skin.

"you really tried to out-brat me," she murmurs. you hum weakly. "worth it."

abby grins. "you'll never win."

you smile, eyes fluttering closed. "i promise to keep trying."

[loveroffemmes]

Gp!Jackie x cheer captain!reader sneaking out under the bleachers to fuck nasty. Nobody knows about their relationship yet. In public, they pretend to hate each other. In private, they can't stay away from each other. After they finished, there's clapping and whistling from behind, the yellowjackets tease the hell out of them. If you can't write gp, top!jackie works too. Thank you

Cheer For Me | G!p Jackie x Fem! Reader

warnings: smut, g!p jackie, semi-public sex

summary: a rivalry between a cheer captain versus soccer captain -- at least, that's what it looks like to any onlookers. the reality of it is that jackie couldn't wait to rip that cheer uniform off of you.

masterlist (requests = open)

Jackie walked towards the cheer squad, her cleats kicking up dirt as she angrily approached, “Keep it down when you practice! You’re distracting us, no one needs to hear some Wiskayok High School chant that loudly.”

“No one needs to hear it because it’s a winners chant and the Yellowjackets are anything but winners.” I smugly replied.

Shauna ran up behind Jackie, “Knock it off, you guys!”

Jackie rolled her eyes, “It’s her that needs to knock it off.” Jackie grumbles.

“Maybe focus on the field instead of what the cheerleaders are doing, Taylor, it’ll help you actually make a goal.”

Jackie opened her mouth to fire off another snarky reply, but Shauna had already grabbed her arm and dragged her back onto the field, mumbling about how Jackie needs to stop picking fights with me.

After practice, everyone went into the locker room to change and I headed straight for the bleachers. It was routine at this point.

Jackie was already waiting there for me, “I’m not a winner now?”

I roll my eyes, “You know I only say those things so people don’t catch on, baby. I love watching you play, you’re the best player I know.” Jackie smiles, her hands finding my waist instantly, mine finding her shoulders.

“Good, because I love watching you. I wanted to rip your clothes off the second I was standing in front of you, seeing you in that cute little cheer skirt.” Jackie’s hands move to my ass, squeezing it and groping it underneath my skirt. Her hips jerk and I can feel her hard-on through her soccer shorts.

“Already?” I tease, my hand moving down to stroke Jackie through her pants. She groans, her hips jerking into my touch.

“It’s not my fault that you insist on wearing that…that short fucking skirt all of the time!”

“It’s my uniform.” I laugh, continuing to palm her through her jeans.

“It’s so unfair. I swear I almost died when I saw you bend over to pick up your pom-poms.” Jackie’s face flushed red as she spoke, “Your skirt rode up so high and…” Jackie moans, “I need you, (Y/n).”

Jackie was always so eager, especially whenever she saw me practicing. It didn’t take long for her hands to entangle in my hair, pushing me down onto my knees. I pulled on the waistband of her shorts and boxers, pulling them down in one swift motion.

I moved my hand to the base of Jackie's cock, beginning to pump it as I licked the tip. Jackie's grip on my hair tightened, wanting me to take her cock into my mouth. I did as she wished, taking just the tip into my mouth and swirling my tongue and listening as Jackie moaned. She was always so vocal and it spurred me. I took her cock deeper into my mouth and whatever I couldn't fit, I pumped with my hand.

"You l-look..." Jackie cuts herself off with her own moan, unable to keep quiet, "You look so good like this."

I continue to bob my head, Jackie beginning to thrust into my mouth, getting rougher and rougher. Her thighs are trembling and I can tell she's getting close.

"'m gonna c-cum." Jackie moans out, her hips moving faster. I pull away and Jackie's head snaps forward, "W-What? Why?"

I can't help but smile at Jackie's eagerness as I stand up, "I want you, Jackie."

Jackie blushes, her hands finding my hips, "Bend over." I felt my face heat up as I did what Jackie said, her hands never leaving my hips. Jackie's hands moved to my ass, hiking up my skirt and taking in the view she had been waiting for all of practice. I could feel her cock pushing right against me as she slowly rocked her hips, "I love how this skirt looks on you." Jackie groaned, her cock brushing right up against my panties. Jackie hooked her fingers around the lace of my panties, pulling them down. She continued her movements, gently thrusting through my folds and wetting her cock. Her hands lightly squeezed my ass as she spoke, drinking in the picture in front of her, "You look so pretty bent over for me, love." Jackie breathes out. I feel her shift slightly, aligning her cock with my entrance before pushing just the tip in, "Good, baby, take it just like that." Jackie cooed as she slowly pushed herself inside me, inch by inch, "You're so fucking tight." Jackie mutters, thrusting her cock fully inside of me.

Jackie's hands gripped my ass tighter, trying to restrain herself as she thrusted into me. Her hips would jerk slightly, uncontrollably, as she moved. She didn't want to be too rough with me at first, but she couldn't help it as she sped up, "I-I need to go faster, (Y/n)...feels too good...you're so tight." Jackie moans out, her thrusts becoming more rapid by the second. Jackie always tried to be as gentle to give me time to warm up, but her eagerness always won.

Each thrust of hers felt like she was hitting deeper and deeper inside me. Her hips stuttered, clearly getting close, "Baby..." She whispered, her voice broken as she kept herself on the edge, waiting to finish with me. I could feel myself getting close, the familiar heat rising in my stomach as I pushed my hips back against hers, helping her thrust deeper inside me. I came, I could feel Jackie slow down as I clenched around her cock, desperate moans and whimpers leaving her lips as she came; once again muttering about how tight I was and how good I felt. Her thrusts stopped as both of us came down from our orgasms. Jackie slowly sliding out of me as she whimpered.

"I love this uniform." Jackie said as I turned to face her, pecking her lips, "I love you." Jackie said in between kisses. She pulled away, putting back on her boxers and soccer shorts as I pulled my underwear back up. Once I was done, Jackie pulled me against her, her hands finding my waist as if they were attached to it, "I love you so much, (Y/n)." Jackie whispered, her lips finding mine.

"I love you too." I mumbled against her lips. Jackie's hands drifted down to my ass again, squeezing it. She absolutely loved how I looked in this skirt and knowing the effect I had on her made my heart race.

(I made two ending for this because I had one in my head aka i wanna make a part 2, but I wanted to fulfill the request too, so:)

1.

I pulled away, Wanna give me a ride home, (Y/n)?” Jackie asked.

“Depends if I get to stay over or not.”

“My parents aren’t home.”

I tapped my chin, “Hm, it might be a bad look if we’re caught together. I wouldn’t want to be seen with the bad captain of the soccer team.” I joked.

Jackie gasped, “Bad? We’re going to nationals! You’re lucky you look so good in that uniform or everyone would have their eyes on me.”

“You’re such a dork, Jackie.”

Jackie playfully shoved me, “Says you.”

2.

I pulled away, ready to head to the locker room to change now that everyone was gone when I look up and see the yellowjackets all standing there, different emotions all etched across their faces.

"So, Lottie and Tai forgot their...bags...on the bleachers." Shauna awkwardly said, breaking the horrific silence that fell upon this group.

Van and Taissa looked at each other before bursting out laughing at Jackie's flustered expression. Van whistled as Taissa clapped, both of them trying to see just how red they could make Jackie's face get.

"All of you a-are running laps tomorrow after practice!" Jackie yelled and all it did was make Van and Taissa laugh louder.

"Jackie and (Y/n), we had no idea we were witnessing a lover's quarrel on the field this whole time!" Van shouted over Taissa's continuous applause, the both of them attempting to draw as much attention to the situation as possible.

Natalie butted in before Jackie could retaliate, "Always thought she would be on the bottom." Taissa, Van, and Lottie keeled over laughing at Natalie's inappropriate remark.

"Is it bad to say that I'm impressed? Jackie and the cheer captain? It feels like our social hierarchy is messed up." Lottie said as if she was analyzing the situation.

"Definitely impressive, I wouldn't fuck Jackie after seeing how she's been playing recently." Natalie responded, her and Lottie both laughing at their own teasing comments.

"She's only playing like that because she's always staring at (Y/n), we finally cracked the Jackie Taylor code." Mean lesbian one added.

"And it explains why the cheer squad is only focused on the soccer team." Mean lesbian two added.

"You guys all suck." Jackie groaned, accepting that the next few weeks of her life would be filled with teasing comments.

"You love us."

[selfloverrrrrr]

Can you please do fem!reader using her t*ts to tease Gojo and then she proceeds to noncon Gojo? But in this case, Gojo is reader's step brother. Thank you!!

I didn't write with siblings or step siblings.... sorry.... so I'm writing it like reader and Gojo are roommates 💗

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Warnings : smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physically and emotional abuse, biting, torture, size difference....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

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Gojo's POV

It started on move-in day. I was halfway through organizing my manga shelf when the front door slammed open. "Hey, roommate!" her voice chimed. Y/n. I turned. And choked. Shorts. So short. Tank top. No bra. And a big, toothy smile like she had no idea that her outfit had just sent his brain into nuclear overdrive. I adjusted my glasses. “H-Hey.” I replied. “Oh, you're cute,” she said casually, brushing past me with her duffel. “I was expecting some sweaty gamer guy with anime body pillows.” My ears turned red. I had one. It was under the bed. “I—uh…” she cuts off my words. “I’m kidding,” she laughed, plopping on the couch and stretching like a damn cat. “This is gonna be fun.”

One morning she bent over the fridge in those tiny ass shorts that might as well be underwear, humming to herself like she wasn’t ruining my life one inch of exposed skin at a time. I swallowed hard. "Morning, Satoru!" she chirped, glancing over her shoulder with a sweet smile. "Did you sleep okay?" No. Not really. Not when I kept dreaming about her riding me in that tank top she wore to bed last night. The one where her tits practically spilled out the sides every time she ride.

"Y-Yeah," I managed, adjusting my hoodie to hide the problem in my pants. "You?" She walked over with her yogurt, plopping into the seat across from me at the kitchen island. “Like a baby,” she said, spooning another bite into her mouth. A drop landed right on her chest, between the curves of her breasts. I stared. I didn’t mean to, but fuck—it was like that glob of yogurt was mocking me, sliding down the slope of her cleavage as she dabbed at it with a napkin. “You okay?” she teased, catching my gaze. “You’re looking a little flushed.” I ripped my eyes away and pushed up my glasses. “It’s just... hot in here.”She grinned like she knew. Like she’d noticed the way I always turned red when she walked around braless. Like she enjoyed it. She probably did.

Y/N’s POV

He's my roommate. He’s tall, nerd, never brings anyone home, and wears his oversized shirts like armor. Shy around girls, Keeps to himself. But then I noticed things. The way he turns red when I walk around in a tank top and no bra. How he fumbles with his glass of water when I lean over too far. How his eyes always flick down to my chest, just for a second… but then he punishes himself with guilt, looking away like he committed a sin. So I started playing with fire. Because who won't want the hot nerd of the university...?

Gojo’s POV

I was in my room one night. On my bed. Laptop open in front of me. I pressed the play button. And the hentai video started playing. I didn't use to watch hentai a lot. Very few. But y/n making it too hard for me to survive. I needed sex so bad. Hentai is the only thing that helped me. I chose the video in which the girl has the same size hair as y/n, same hair colour, same eye color and same height.....

The guy ripped off her clothes and pushed his dick inside him. Fuck I wanna do that with y/n....I pulled down my sweat pants and started jerking off. What would it feel if she's beneath me, spreading her legs... Begging me to put my cock inside her. Then I'd tease her and finally put it inside. Thrusting and she's trying to take breath but can't. Fuck she looks so hotttt.

I leaned down and captured her nipple in my mouth and she moaned. Grabbing my hair and I sucked harder and harder. God I loveeee her boobs. I was too close. I imagined her begging me to cum inside. I was about to cum when *knock* *knock* *knock*. I almost got scared. Fuck.... This this messed up. I quickly shut my laptop. Took the wet wipe, wiped my hands, pulled up my sweat pants and went to the door. I opened the door. And y/n standing in a tank top with no bra again.... But this top? A bra covers more than that top. And shorts.

Y/n's POV

I was passing by his room when I heard him moaning behind the closed doors. It's not the first time I heard. But I got an evil idea tonight. I knocked on his door. He took some time then finally opened the door. He's sweating and god he's not wearing a tshirt just his sweat pants? He looks so hot. His face flushed slightly. "Umm..... Y-yeah?" He asked. I cleared my throat. "Yeah Gojo, I was struggling with today's project... Can you help me?" I asked.

"Oh.... I-i.... Y-yeah.... Sure. Come in" He said. And I went inside. "I've already done it.... This one. Here" He said and handed me the project. I turned the pages. "This one. Professor said to do a slide show for this one. Did you made that?" I asked him. "Yes I've... It's in my laptop" He said and handed me his laptop. But suddenly he paused for a moment. 'Wait shit... The hentai is on the screen' he thought. "W-wait he said and raised his hand to stop but I've already opened the laptop.

Gojo’s POV

My heart plummeted. She opened the screen. My soul left my body. I hadn’t closed the damn tab. I could see the moment her expression flickered. Her eyes widened slightly. Then narrowed. Then... she smirked. A smirk. Like she knew. Like she understood exactly what she was looking at. “Oh,” she said slowly, voice soft but laced with wicked amusement. “Interesting taste.” she said. I stammered. “It’s— that’s— I mean, I didn’t—”

She looked at me. Not at the screen anymore. At me. And stepped closer. “Is that what you think about?” she asked, lips curling, voice low like sin. “When you moan my name behind your door?”she asked. I felt like I was about to get a huge heart attack. I froze. My mouth was dry. My brain—completely gone. Her fingers grazed the waistband of my sweats and I nearly jumped. My dick twitched like it had hope. But I didn’t say anything. Couldn't. Wouldn’t. She leaned up, whispering against my ear, “You didn’t even bother to clear your history. Naughty.”she whispered.

I felt like I'm about to bust. A whine left my throat embarrassing myself more. my knees buckled. My body was reacting faster than my brain—hell, my dick was already straining against my sweats like it wanted to make the decision for me. But no. No. I grabbed her wrist, firm but trembling. “W-Wait.” My voice cracked. I sounded like a damn virgin anime protagonist. Fitting. She pulled back just a little, that wicked grin still painting her face, eyes glinting with mischief like she was daring me to keep pretending I was innocent. “I—It’s not what you think,” I blurted out, still holding her wrist like that would ground me. “I—I wasn’t thinking about you.” A lie. A bad one. Even I heard how weak it sounded. "When did I said that you WERE thinking about me?"

Y/N’s POV

His throat bobbed. He looked like he wanted to melt into the floor. Still holding my wrist like it could stop this train from crashing, like he had any control left. I leaned in, real slow, my breath ghosting over his flushed ear. Flushed cheeks, swollen lips, pupils blown wide, and his cock visibly twitching through those thin sweatpants. One more nudge and he’d probably cum untouched. How pathetic. How cute. I pushed him on the bed and got up on him. When I sat on his lap his whole body was shaken and I could feel his dick pulsed through the fabrics. He gasped and his hips bucked upward.

I leaned closer. He looked like he was about to cry. "You know.... I heard you moaning my name last night..... I wanna know what were you exactly thinking?...... Me riding you, begging you to cum inside me?" I asked and grinded my hips. He whimpered. WHIMPERED. I looked at him. He clenched his eyes closed. And he's crying.... Awwww he's crying now? I smirked. "Look at me when I'm with you" I said. He slowly looked at me..... He's whimpering and crying just from one grind?!

I rolled my hips again—slow, lazy, and unkind. He gasped, a choked little sound, hands fisting the sheets like if he let go, he’d fall apart completely. “Oh, baby,” I cooed, brushing his silver hair back from his damp forehead. “You’re shaking.” I said. “I-I’m not,” he whispered, voice breaking like glass. His hips twitched involuntarily again, dick straining so hard against the fabric it must’ve hurt. He looked so edged. So ruined already.

I learned close and kissed him. He moaned in the kiss and I deepened the kiss. He's so desperate. I tugged his pants down enough to reveal his dick. His clenched the bedsheets. He's kissing me like his life depends on it. I pulled down my panties. I went up and cupped his chin with my one hand. "Are you a virgin?" I asked. He just looked at me with teary eyes. I tighten my grip on his chin. "I asked you something" I said. He nooded. Tears still falling from his eyes. I smirked. "That means I can make you mine" I said. I lined my entrance with his dick "Please please please please........ please...." he whimpered.

I started riding him. Going as fast as I can. We both were moaning like sluts. Noone could ever imagine that his dick could be that long. His dick was touching the deepest parts inside me. I knew I couldn't hold it long. He's only saying two words please and yes. My pussy clenched around him and he moaned out so loudly. After a few minutes I came. I learned down and buried his face in my boobs "I love your boobs" He whimpered.

I laughed and kept thrusting up and down. He's drooling. His throat bobbed. With the last thrust he screamed and came. Gojo became so weak he fell on the bed and I fell on top of him. We both breathe heavily. "I-i.... I'm s-sorry–" He said. I cut him off "for what?" I asked. "I.... Came... Inside" He said. "Did you hear me ever telling you that I don't want you to cum inside?" I asked. "C-can we..... Should.... D-does than m-means–" I cut off his sentence again. "Yes...... You can date me" I said and gave him a kiss.

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[sinful-lanterns]

CW: Threesome, rope usage, bondage, lap sex, exhibitionism, strap on usage, Korryn has a dick, possible ooc writing for Lysandra as this was written before her release

Inspired by the previous post with Korryn tying Reader to her hips during sex, I decided to make a continuation of the Treasure Hunter! Korryn x Reader x Lysandra drabble I made here. Both women are so good with ropes, so it’d only make sense for them to be included together for this.

Perhaps I should make this an AU? I’m so in love with Treasure Hunter! Korryn and Lysandra 😍

“Pffsh. You call that a knot? I can tie a tighter one than that,” Korryn scoffs, eying the way you gush over Lysandra’s silicone cock. Despite her prods at Lysandra’s rope-tying skills, Korryn herself was feeling her aching dick stir to life. “She needs a little wiggle room to actually ride me, you know.” Lysandra is as composed as ever, rough hands guiding your hips and giving the flesh a squeeze. There’s a barely visible handprint on your ass from where Lysandra had spanked you earlier, a bold reminder to the treasure hunter that you were already “taken,” or at the very least, Lysandra’s first.

Korryn feels the tent forming in her pants upon watching the creamy ring grow frothier with each bounce. You were taking such a slow, steady time working towards your orgasm, but neither Korryn nor Lysandra minded one bit. The ropes tied to your waist and legs keeping you from bouncing wildly like an animal in heat. “Fuck…” Korryn groans, one hand grabbing the outline in her pants and palming it through the cloth. “You got this pretty little thing all to yourself this whole time? Well that ain’t fair.”

“It is plenty fair,” Lysandra hums, letting her ropes dig deeper into your skin. “How about instead of using your talents to steal ancient artifacts, you actually join the research facility and get your own little assistant to fuck?”

Lysandra flexes her hips, giving you a sharp thrust that had you gasping sweetly. The tip of Lysandra’s strap nestling deeper into your cunt and staying there. Korryn’s dick twitches at your cry, a hunger growing in her stomach the longer she saw you take her. “I don’t want my own assistant, I want yours. It’s only fitting as a treasure hunter that I take someone else’s little treasure.”

She snickers and begins unbuckling her belt, fishing into her trousers to grab her own throbbing length. You were facing Lysandra on her lap, so you couldn’t see what Korryn was doing. But at the sounds of her zipper coming undone and her pants falling, you could only have a good guess as to what she was planning.

“Look what y’all did, gettin’ me all worked up,” Korryn grumbles, fisting herself to the sight of you restrained and trembling. The weak whimpers falling from your lips cause Lysandra to kiss you quiet. “You’re gonna let me have a turn after, yeah? Poor thing’s definitely not satisfied with just one orgasm.”

“And who said I was letting you take her?”

“You shared her with me before. We can do it again.”

Korryn flashes you a grin even though you can’t see it. “It’s funner to share with others. Especially for this little lady…” Lysandra’s eyebrow twitches, but she doesn’t say anything more. Instead, she focuses on the way you were beginning to tense up, clearly on the edge of achieving your high. “That’s it…you’re close…” Lysandra whispers, “Almost there…”

“Oh? She ‘bout to come?” Korryn’s grin turns mischievous. “Well just’in time! I’m all ready and prepped for our babygirl.”

Lysandra flashes Korryn another glare, but quickly glances down at you as your face contorts in pleasure. After one last plunge, you cream over her strap, making a mess of Lysandra’s lap and soaking through her pants. “Atta girl…” she whispers. Lysandra quickly unties you from her lap and you nearly fall off, if not for her strong arms securing you. She helps you slide off the strap, letting you face Korryn who was now rock hard with her own rope in her hands.

“My turn princess, up and over like a horse, you know the drill.” She spreads her legs for you to get on, her cock standing tall and proud with a bead of precum on the tip. You glance back at Lysandra for her approval, who just waves at you dismissively.

“Make it quick. I want you back in my tent after for bed, alright?”

You nod at her directions, giving her a kiss on the cheek before sauntering over to Korryn. “Awe you ain’t gonna watch? I admit, it’s quite fun being the audience,” Korryn hums, letting out a pleased sigh when you sink on her cock. Your cunt was quite warm and wet thanks to your previous session with Lysandra, making Korryn nearly orgasm right there.

“Nah, you have your fun with her. She’ll come crawling back to my tent for more anyways.” Lysandra gives you a knowing look and heads back in for the night. Now left alone with Korryn, you find yourself getting tied to her hips with by her own rope. The rope more rough and tougher than Lysandra’s own ropes.

“Well that’s alright, looks like it’s just me and you, doll.” Korryn hums, getting ready to give you orgasm number two. “And hey, maybe if you like me a lot, you could tell your grouchy boss to let me sleep with your tent tonight!”

“Not gonna happen!” Lysandra shouts from the tent.

“Worth a shot.”

[shaunapenguin]

Toxic!Obsessed!Shauna Shipman x Reader Headcanons

(Masterlist)

- Shauna does not like sharing you with anyone else, not even with your family

- Thinks you were made just for her, so you belong ONLY to her

- Don't bother trying to deny or fight it

- If you walk away from her, she won’t hesitate to grab your wrists tightly enough to leave bruises

- Loves seeing bruises on you made by her

- Marking you is a big thing for her

- But if they’re not made by her, you better tell her what happened

- Even if it was from you accidentally bumping into something, Shauna will ask many questions about it

- If someone else did bruise you, God help them

- Will ruin someone’s life for you

- If you complain about it, she’ll start ranting about how ungrateful you are and how she just wants to keep you safe (except from her lol)

- Ends up making you feel bad and is smug when you apologise and hug her

- If someone dares to get close to you, or at least try, she threatens them until they leave you alone

- Totally finds some kind of dirt on them and blackmails them

- Relishes in the way you come to her when you’re upset about how people keep leaving you, suspicious but not 100% knowing it was her fault

- When you’re outside, she refuses to let go of you

- And don’t try and let go of her, she’ll just grip onto you harder

- Shauna will drag you away and go someplace else if someone looks at you for too long

- Knows all your passwords for everything

- Definitely snoops through your phone to see who you have been messaging

- Shows up at your job at random times too

- If it was possible, she'd convince you to work at home

- Makes you sleep on the side of the bed that’s against the wall furthest from the door

- If you get up she’ll know and won’t sleep until you come back

- If you take too long, for example if you’re getting a drink, she’ll get up and tell you to go back to bed

- Holds you as tight as she possibly can without hurting you

- She may like hurting you sometimes, but not when you’re sleeping

- You’re grateful that she gets softer at night

- Demands that you tell her you love her

- You got into the habit of praising and complimenting her multiple times throughout the day

- She’s less likely to get annoyed at you if you do

- “You’re being a bitch,” and “Stop being annoying.” is something you hear way too often when she’s in a bad mood

- A lot of eye rolling is directed at you

- Really one of the only ways to make her feel better is to fuck

- The other is to just leave her alone but don’t go out of sight

- Bites the hell out of you during sex

- Will watch the wound bleed with wide, satisfied eyes

- (She’s not stupid though, she will make sure to treat it after, neither of you want it to get infected)

- Ties your hands to the headboard and rides your face aggressively 

- If you pass out, well, too bad I guess

- Buys big straps, obsessed with stretching you out

- It really gets to her head that you’re taking it for HER and nobody else

- Wants to see you cry

- Degrades you until your eyes are teary

- Her thrusts will speed up at the sight of you crying and Shauna will pant like a mad dog

- If you don’t tell her you love her while you’re coming she’ll get angry

- You won’t forget to anyway, even though she’s fucked up you can’t help but love her

- Brings out a knife sometimes

- Won't cut you deeply but drags the blade down your skin, causing white lines

- Gets off on knowing she could hurt you right now if she really wanted to

- Holds the blade against your neck when fingering you

- Has nicked the skin of your neck a few times, tiny droplets of blood dripping down onto your chest

- Shauna licks it up and then kisses you, exchanging the taste

- Thankfully she's well practiced in handling knives so she won't accidentally slit your throat

[judeaiology]

𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ·˚ ༘

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 ✔︎

#𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐤𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐣𝐮 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ୨ৎ: 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 , 𝐊𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐉𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 .ᐟ

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒)^ྀི : 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓 , 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄 , 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 , 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏𝐒 , 𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 .ᐟ

𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐗 𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 .ᐟ

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 chewy bar as her other hand held onto the brownskin girls chubby waist , kya saw this cute trend on tiktok whereas girls do there girlfriends make up , so there ju was in her black psd boxers and a black nike sports bra to match as her high puff bun was in , with her black nike socks on.kya in a green tube top and some basketball shorts she stole from ju , and she wore a light pink wig , and white nike socks.

kya thrusted her hips as she readjusted her position , ju narrowed her eyes , "..alright keep playing.." ju muttered with a sly smirk her hormones taking over , kya rolled her doe eyes , ".. hush.." williams hissed as she shook her head gently - she gently took the chewy bar from ju's toned hands as she began to chew on a piece , all ju did was admire her and rub on her ass gently , as her hooded eye's fluttered.

finally setting in - the sound of brent faiyaz , came through from the apple tv , as the base took paver the whole room.

kya hummed as she applied the elf gripping primer to ju's face causing ju to crinkle her nose , "..why is this shit so sticky and cold..? and why - " she grumbled, pouting out her bottom lip - staring her unnecessary rant.

kya rested her warm chubby palm on the side of judea's face placing a peck , ju hummed as her eyes fluttered, ending off her rant , as she gave a upside down smile at ju , who could only look away with the warmest smirk.

"..so how was practice..?" kya trailed , her eyes twitching from consentration as her lips pouted , ju scrunched the side of her face , debating on her answer , as she drew circles onto kya's ass , ".. brook and kay convinced me to wall dance .." she mumbled- clearly embarassed

causing kya to raise a thick eyebrow eyebrow , as a giggle abrupted , ".. that sounds .." she trailed .. looking side to side tapping onto her chin with her index , ".. not like you .. but happy you did it..". the pink haired girl shrugged , ju's nose crinkled warmly before closing her hooded black eyes.

kya was the calm after the storm for judea , even tho kya was normally the damn storm

williams understood watkins in ways she couldn't understand herself there love wasn't perfect but it was worth it through triumph and doubt , kya hummed to all mine as brents voice came through her eardrums as she began to gently pat with the pink beauty blender under judea's hooded eyes.

ju yawned , ".. you take forever.." she groaned - pouting out her bottom lip , kya kissed her teeth , "..girl boo.." grumbled , causing ju to make a steeple with her fingers on kya's ass as she laughed her chest huffing.

ju had a breath catching huff of laughter, just then ju's phone began to ring the sound muffling out brent faiyaz's voice - causing kya to narrow an eye , ju gave her a blank stare , ".. kya dont start.." watkins warned releasing one hand from her ass , giving her the gaze of a lifetime as she took the phone from the side of her and the contact read ".. power rangers❤️💛.."

kya crossed her arms as ju gave a hum as she clicked in which revealed rayah , otto and malia on the other side as the phone staticed and everyone spoke.

rayah : *juuu you coming to the kickback party ??* ray statices in , only her forehead being visible

malia : *this is one night of just .. party ..* malia giggled.

ju stretched out her jaw looking at a visibly upset kya clingy kya who just squinted at ju giving her a mug , ".. im with kya rn i -.." ju explained with a sigh , tightening her veiny hand on kya's ass.

otto : "..just bring her too..?" rayah questioned , ju had a smirk.

entering the party , fein by travis scott blasted on the base boosted speakers , the air was dense and smoke filled the air , the party was cramped the trojans could party.

kya gripped onto ju's hands tight as she wore a slicked back ponytail, a white tea cup dress with black her knu skool vans , ju chewed on her gum with fluttering eyes as she wore , a white cropped shirt , long black cargos , and her white air forces as her hair sat in puffs.

"..this is audibly way too loud .." kya mumbled squinting as her vison got blinded from the lights , ju turned to her with a huff of breathe - ".. baby you'll be okay.." ju reassured , her voice a soft coo as she kissed the top of her head pulling her close , inhaling kya's jasmine scent , kya already peeped the set - whenever ur an observer like her .. you notice alot , kya exhaled as her chest rose.

just then the brownskin plaits rayah came along with the light skin domi , "..yall cameee.." rayah smiled , holding out her hands to interlock with ju , ju smirked as she interlocked hands with rayah doing there hand shake.

".. you know we had too .." the high puffed no label teased as she grinned , as she pulled darius in for a side hug - causing the lightskin to purse her lips , giving a gentle wave at kya who gave her a closed lip smile back.

the night was going smooth , kya had loosened up as she let the ethanol drink touch her throat - the high puffed refused to drink but she considered her self kya's bodyguard.

as work played in dense aired two story smoke fulfilled house the slurred kya tugged onto ju's shoulders - causing the high puffed headed girls eyes to flutter as she hummed , "..yes baby..?" ju questioned her tone gentle , tightening her grip on kya's chubby hands.

"..i gotta pee .. " kya trailed she didnt really have to but the smell of alcohol made her stomach hurt , ju's expression softened as she watched kya un interlock there hands , ".. i .. i can come with you..?" ju cood , kya huffed - ".. ill be right back .." she promised giving ju a quick peck.

kya entered the cold restroom , a duo was in there , one cacausian the other some type of mixed - they gave a mug at the white dress wearing girl before turning back to there convo.

kya shook it off as she dug into her black versace purse pulling out her beauty supply store black lip liner , as she leaned in onto the dirty mirror , slowly tracing around her round lips.

the black girl spoke , ".. and you know ju .. we been having some tension all night .." the girl trailed - like she was in awe , as she spun around the plastic red party cup.

kya felt her stomach drop - she couldn't make it noticeable so she just started humming which again exchanged looks but they began again , kya's eyes began to twitch.

".. but i dunno , heard shes been toying around with some chick probably another fuckbuddy.."

"..girl if you know what yall got yall shouldnt even worry about it , plus if yall did kiss last season , already.?."

"..yea but that was months ago and i wouldn't necessarily - .."

before the girl could finish kya had stormed out , as she walked down the steps , she took hefty breathes as her chest rose, she felt herself beginning to whimper as her eyes got glossy , shit began to divide in two.

she waddled over to the drinking area , as she began to pour shot glasses of vodka and she started to chuck the shit like it was juice.

she winced as the drink spiked her throat , and the ethanol drug began to flow through her warm red blood , which she heard exchanged whispers , and glances from people.

but she didn't care , kya wiped the clear cold drink below her chin as she exhaled , just then call me maybe began to play on the base boosted speakers.

yells and drinks began to fly , as it stung in kya's eardrums to whereas her attention was drifted as she sat down at the bar and she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"..hm..?" kya hummed her face resting in her palms , watching dominique take a seat next to her , ".. you okay..?" dom questioned with furrowed brows.

kya nodded , with a half smile , ".. i .. j .. just am tired i guess.." she huffed with a half shrug , her words slurred , "..oh .. i can tell ju to take you home..?" domi said with flattened lips , interlocking her thumb back to the couch where the high puff headed girl was at , kya cleared her throat , ".. no.." she said simply , as she placed her hands in her lap.

as dom began to speak her voice was muffled , ju had gotten up as the same girl from earlier had pulled her , ju smiled at her - admired her it was like chemistry- everyone in the party smiled at them , ju laughed and nodded at her words , tugging at her ear.

kya felt weak , she felt dumb - she'd never went to a party with ju - out of a trust worthy thing and just became kya was just boring sometimes she genuinely regretted dating a star , bad enough she had to share her with the media. , she had two friends and one was an animal - ju's teamates were her associates by demand , actually scratch that maybe kennedy was her friend?

domi voice popped through kya's ear drums , ".. ky..?" she questioned , her gaze of worry , kya fell out of her trance with a head shake , ".. yes ..? .. shit sorry .. i .." she exhaled , ".. i .. i need to go .. tell .. tell ju to come on.." kya slurred , taking two more shots as she slid out of the seat leaving a confused dominique in her thoughts , as she began pacing away , patting down her teacup dress.

touching the outside her body stayed warm - as the wind brushed upon her quick weave , as the door opened ju's laughter slipped out as she came outside , taking kya's shoulder facing her towards her , kya crossed her arms.

".. you alright ..?" ju questioned looking down at kya whom she towered over, kya swished her lips as her fists clenched , ju narrowed her eyes , ".. kya ?" she called out , furrowing her eyebrows.

"..am i ur fuck buddy..?" kya asked , taking a hard gulp down her throat feeling a heavy pressure in her chest , ju squinted, ".. w.. what no..?" watkins took a gaze down at kya's waist whom she tried to grab but kya shot back , ju's hooded eyes dropped.

".. you do something wrong .. we fuck .. i come to you about anything.. and to avoid us talking about it .. we fuck.." kya whimpered as a tear dripped from her eyes , as she bit onto her round bottom lips , tightening her hands around her from whearas they were already crossed.

ju threw her head pack , smacking her face - as sudden breathes were mumbled , whenever kya spoke ju never argued - she could only admire everything she did , ju's jaw hardened.

she didn't open up about her feelings. vulnerability was her main thing's , judea would rather drown in her own thoughts then ask for help , thats how its always been and maybe she could change for the person she loved ?

ju sighed , as she placed her hands in her pockets as the cold striked the back of her neck , kya doe eyed her - ".. .. ju .. and us .. this.." kya trailed , as her chin began to quiver.

".. is bullshit .." kya hissed , jabbing her chubby index into ju's chest , ju's nose flared as her heart began to feel heavy , as her nose flared and she felt a lump in her throat and all she could do was look at the doe eyed girl , she wanted to let her vocal cords run but it asseted back.

"..and you .. are bullshit .. , and being ur sex toy whenever ur wrong makes me sick.." kya blurred out as she hardened in her tone , as her jaw clenched as she sniffled wiping below her chin , ju's heart had dropped, but all she could do was stand there , her body began to feel tight as her eyes began to gloss up and she felt sudden twitches around her nerves.

".. now take me home.." kya waved off pushing past ju as she straddled to the car , ju's expression softened as she bit her lip , trying to pull back her tears as she unlocked the doors , and she made sure to open the door for kya.

ju watched kya go back inside , on her drive back home godspeed by frank ocean played on her beats taking over her car as she busted in tears , she pulled into a parking lot as snot came down and her vison began to split into two , she bit her lip as her legs began to shake uncontrollably.

she rubbed below her chin , bullshit ? ju thought- maybe she was drunk .. but people who are drunk are highly honest - and maybe kya wasn't wrong - but its just how she worded it , but ju didnt understand what she did wrong even.

ju sighed she couldn't keep hurting that girl and if thats how she felt drunk imagine her sober. - she pulled her phone from her pocket as she looked at kya's contact , everything flooded back in her head as everything felt fuzzy , she loved kya and if leaving her alone was what she had to do , she would do it in the blink of an eye.

𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀 | 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓

[littlexdeaths]

𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛…

while she isn’t big on public displays of affection, the moment that the two of you are alone—she has to be touching you.

whether it’s resting her palm on your upper thigh, keeping your fingers intertwined on her lap or trailing her calloused fingertips along the curve of your spine… it’s a necessity more than a want.

because your touch grounds her, giving her that reassurance and safety that she so desperately craves.

and when you’re tangled in the sheets, your mouth and tongue occupying the space between her muscular thighs, it’s still not enough for her.

“baby,” she’ll pant almost frantically, her freckled cheeks gorgeously flushed from your ministrations. “c’mere, please.”

while it almost pains you to leave this position, utterly content with rutting your hips against your palm while you taste her, you know what she needs. so you allow your tongue to sweep across her swollen clit one last time, just to hear her whimper your name.

you crawl back up the length of her body to press a messy kiss to her pouted lips, her taste still lingering on your tongue. sweet with a bit of a bite—just like her. abby’s hands find their way back to your body, slipping around your waist and holding onto you like you’re her only lifeline.

and in some ways, you are.

“s’okay honey,” you reassure her, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of her mouth. “I’m right here.”

she loosens her hold when you brace your hands on her upper thighs, turning around to kneel beside her. you give her a quick glance over your shoulder, and the look of utter devotion in her eyes sends your pulse racing.

you press another kiss to her hip before gently guiding her thighs apart, using your fingers to spread her open as your tongue lightly flicks the tip of her clit. you can feel the muscles in her thighs tense at the initial contact, incredibly sensitive but eager for you to continue.

and it isn’t long before you feel her fingers trailing up the back of your thighs, her hand easily finding a home between them. two of her fingers glide through your slick center, grazing over your clit before sliding inside you with a gentle ease. your small whine is muffled when she thrusts them deeper, lingering like she’s savoring how you feel wrapped around her.

she definitely is.

and it’s then, with her fingers buried deep inside you—touching you in the most intimate way imaginable, where she finds her release.

[xo-myloves]

Omagahhhha PLS Stevie adler smut, where the reader is stevies girlfriend and he fucks y/n while she's sleeping and she's not realizing ittt, she realizes only later when she wakes up

😛

consensual sleep sex fantasy / sleepy moans / raw & reckless / messy love

༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞༞

You don’t remember falling asleep — just his arms around you, the smell of weed, smoke, and that cherry-sweet shampoo he pretends isn’t his. Stevie’s chest was warm against your back, lazy kisses pressed to your shoulder as you mumbled something into the pillow.

“Anytime, baby,” you’d said before drifting off. “You ever wanna wake me up like that… do it. I mean it.”

And he remembered.

Even now, in the haze of sleep, your body knows him. Hips already shifting, thighs parting. Something inside you stirs — a low, liquid ache that builds before your brain catches up. His breath is hot at your neck, and there’s pressure between your legs — slow, insistent. Hard.

You moan softly.

Still dreaming?

No. That’s him.

You blink, hazy and half-lost in the dark, but you know that feeling too well to mistake it for anything else. His cock is already buried inside you, sliding deep, slow, like he’s savoring every inch. Like he didn’t want to wake you just yet.

“Stevie,” you whisper, voice raw.

“Shhh, baby,” he murmurs against your ear, his thrusts lazy and deep, “you told me I could.”

The sound of his voice sends a tremble through you. You melt into the mattress, let out a breathy whimper. You’re soaking, full, stretched in that perfect, aching way only he gives you.

“I woke up so hard next to you,” he mutters, biting your shoulder just enough to sting. “You were already moanin’. Pussy so warm and wet for me… couldn’t help it.”

You reach behind, fingers tangling in his mess of blond curls, pulling him closer. He groans into your skin, driving deeper.

It’s filthy. The best kind.

He keeps one arm tight around your waist, the other braced beside your head. His hips snap faster now, his breath ragged as your walls squeeze around him.

“Fucking love waking you up like this,” he pants. “You’re so fuckin’ sweet when you’re still floatin’. All soft. All mine.”

You nod, lost in it, gasping every time he bottoms out. The slick slap of skin fills the room, your bodies twisting in the sheets — all sweat, friction, and heat.

“Touch yourself for me,” he growls. “Wanna feel you cum while I’m still inside.”

Your hand slides down, fingers finding that spot. It takes no time at all — you’re already on edge, your body chasing it even before your mind caught up.

“Fuck—Stevie—I’m gonna—”

“Cum, baby,” he grits, grabbing your jaw and turning your face to kiss you messy and deep. “Cum on my cock like a good girl,”

You break apart in his arms, gasping his name, your body shaking under him as you clamp around him. He swears — something raw and broken — and then he’s pulling out just in time, spilling hot across your back with a strangled moan.

You both collapse, tangled, sticky, spent.

You blink up at him, dazed and wrecked in the best way. “Holy shit…”

He grins, that stupid-cute grin that almost makes you forget how dirty he just wrecked you. Almost.

“Good morning, sweetheart.”

[mywritesaremylove]

Terms & Conditions

Loki Odinson x Stark's Daughter Smut Warning 18+

The sound of her stilettos was a warning.

A threat wrapped in red soles and patent leather. Every step down the hallway of Avengers Tower was deliberate, measured, and entirely for show. She wasn’t just Tony Stark’s daughter. She was a legal powerhouse in her own right. Stark Industries' corporate counsel. Avengers' in-house attorney. And the only woman in the building who made Loki Odinson feel utterly human when she pinned him in place with a look.

Her office door closed behind her with a soft hiss, locking automatically.

“I told you to wait until after five,” she said, not looking up.

“And I told you I don’t follow rules.” Loki’s voice was dark velvet, already behind her.

She glanced over her shoulder, smirking. He was leaning against her desk like he owned it, that familiar arrogance in every line of his tall frame. Dark slacks, black button-down rolled to the elbows. The god of mischief made it all look criminally good.

“You’ll get us caught,” she murmured, setting her files down. “Pepper’s two offices down.”

Loki moved like smoke—silent, dangerous. Suddenly he was behind her, warm breath teasing her ear. “Then keep your voice down.”

His hand slid up her thigh, under the hem of her skirt, palm rough against her stockings. She closed her eyes for a beat, exhaled through her nose. He always started slow, teasing, until she was grinding against his palm like she had no pride.

“Loki,” she warned.

“Yes?” That amused tone. That deadly smirk in his voice. “Should I stop?”

She didn’t answer. Just tilted her hips into his hand.

His fingers brushed the thin lace of her thong. “Already wet,” he murmured, pleased.

“Shut up.”

“Oh, Starkling. You love it when I talk.”

He pushed the thin fabric aside and ran his fingers through her slick folds, slow and deliberate. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk. She bit her bottom lip hard.

“If you get slick on my briefs again,” she said through her teeth, “you’re buying me new ones.”

He chuckled. “Gladly. I’ll pick red. Like those perfect little heels you click across the floor like a war drum.”

He dipped one finger inside her, then two, curling them just right. Her legs buckled slightly, and he caught her with an arm around her waist, fingers never stopping. Her soft gasp made him grin against her neck.

“You’re always so professional,” he growled. “All polished and untouchable. But in here…”

He thrust deeper, twisting his wrist, and her knees gave out. He held her up easily, lips grazing her ear.

“In here, you’re mine.”

She turned her head, lips finding his in a kiss that was all teeth and heat and hunger. His free hand gripped her jaw, holding her still as he kissed her like a punishment. She bit his lip and he moaned low in his throat.

Then she shoved him back, turned, and climbed onto the desk.

“Pants off,” she commanded, crossing her legs slowly. “Now.”

Loki arched a brow, eyes devouring her from her tousled hair to the flash of red sole she deliberately showed. “So bossy,” he said, already unbuckling his belt. “Just how I like you.”

She slid her blazer off, revealing the silk camisole beneath. Her nipples were already hard through the fabric. No bra. He groaned when he realized it.

“Desperate today, are we?”

She didn’t answer. Just spread her legs.

He stepped between them, hard and ready, the head of his cock already leaking. She grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand to her mouth, licking her arousal off his fingers while holding his gaze.

Loki swore in Old Norse.

“Need to be quiet,” she whispered as he lined up. “You make me loud.”

He thrust in with one hard stroke.

Her head fell back, mouth open in a silent cry. Loki’s hands gripped her hips, bruising. She was tight and wet and perfect, and the desk creaked beneath them.

“I’ll make you scream anyway,” he muttered, starting to move.

He fucked her like he didn’t care who was outside that door. Like he owned her office, her body, her moans. She clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, heels locked behind his back as he pounded into her again and again.

Papers scattered. A framed photo tipped. Her phone buzzed on the desk and she slapped it away.

“Faster,” she begged, voice hoarse. “Please.”

He growled, hand slipping between them to rub her clit in hard circles.

“Come for me,” he hissed. “Now.”

She shattered.

Her whole body shook, a cry catching in her throat as her climax tore through her. He followed a moment later, hips stuttering, holding her tight as he spilled inside her.

The room went silent but for the sound of their breathing.

After a moment, she pushed him back with a weak hand to the chest.

“Get cleaned up. We have a team meeting in ten.”

Loki smirked, still catching his breath. “You’re adorable when you pretend I didn’t just fuck you stupid.”

She fixed her hair in the reflection of her office window. Found her blazer. Reapplied lipstick.

Loki was pulling his shirt back on, utterly unfazed.

As he walked to the door, she said without turning around: “Lock it behind you.”

He did. Of course he did.

Because they had rules.

And even gods knew not to cross a Stark on her turf.

[melissalangdon]

WIP WEDNESDAY

tagged by the amazing @honestlydarkprincess <3 <3

NSFW below!

Working on some kingdon for the end of kingdon week.

Frank hisses above her, throwing his head back in what she only could hope was in ecstasy. His dick is heavy in her mouth, warm with something she can't quite name as she presses spit-wet open mouthed kisses down the length of him as her other hand pumps him gently. The shower doesn't make room for much in the way of lubrication, and everything is slightly damp. Spit, is much better though, and she's able to swallow him down with an ease that was unexpected, considering this was her first. 

She's never been motivated to do such a thing before, but she wants to, for him. 

Frank is so good to her, Mel thinks. He's so good with Becca. He takes care of her. The least she could do is try and do this right by him. Take it slow, she doesn’t need anything from him but the chance to take care of him. 

She resists gagging as he hits the back of her throat--"Fuck, Mel.”--by practicing a technique with her thumb that she read about, which she isn't sure is actually doing anything, but is worth trying. She squeezes one hand in a tight fist while using the other to push him, carefully, to thrust down into her mouth. 

It's over before it really even starts, with Frank cursing under his breath and a warm shot of something bitter going down her throat. She pulls back, sputtering almost, at the suddenness of it, but finds herself able to keep it down. 

“I'm so sorry, Mel, I should've--” Frank says, reaching for her then, flattening her already slicked down wet hair with his hands. His hands are trembling slightly, which is unlike him. “Sorry.” he says again. 

“It's fine.” And it really is, she's not bothered by it at all, just the timing of it is something to be interested in. “Are you okay?” she doesn’t move from her spot on the shower floor, looking up at him through wet eyelashes.