#cute ears for female v

[imaginarycyberpunk2023]

OTP: Lite Sneeze // Macha Richter and Vinnie Gallo

Machas clothing by Apzurv

[polyo-nym-y]

The Pushy Demon.

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Alastor x Female!Reader

[WARNINGS: Al fucks you in the elevator, you’re stubborn and put up a fight despite liking him, rough fuck, manhandling, dubcon??reader says stop but doesn’t really mean it, p in v sex etc etc MDNI!!!NSFW!!!!]

This is unedited so be warned !

I am once again posting a discord inspired prompt. This is for you guys ;3 I hope you enjoy it.

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Initially, you thought the Hazbin Hotel was God's last gift to you. You thought he might’ve taken pity on your poor sinful soul. That hopeful thinking died quickly on your very first day there.

Because this was Hell after all and every sinner was doomed to live eternity in agony. And agony is exactly how you’d describe your current situation.

It has been months now that you’ve suffered Alastors attacks. Since day one he seemed to target you as he actively sought you out. He relished every reaction he coaxed out of you with every tease and jab.

But it wasn’t his teasing that actually brought you agony. No, rather so it was the realization that you had grown quite fond of it. You used to groan at his jests and feel nothing but annoyance. But now? Now you felt a blush rising to your cheeks. His mere presence now seemed to wash waves of burning heat over you. You’d sooner double die than give him the satisfaction in knowing your fondness for him, though.

For a while this task was easy as the extermination date drew closer and closer. Alastor kept himself busy and a part of you felt upset that he wasn't making any effort to chase you. You felt like a silly child when your disappointment morphed into jealousy, eyes watching him pour his focus onto others. You knew it was ridiculous to feel envy as he showed more attention to the hotel. Which is exactly why you made an effort to avoid him completely now.

Alastor was perceptive, however, and your obvious avoidance didn't go unnoticed. At first he was amused by it as he watched you hurriedly run from him any time you saw him. But the game was getting old and he was growing bored. So when he heard from Charlie that you weren't feeling well and wouldn't be attending today's lesson, he was more than annoyed.

He sat in the foyer amongst the other residents, his eyes staring at Charlie and Vaggie. He pretended to listen as his talons tapped the arm of the chair rhythmically. He unfortunately found his mind wandering to you as he tuned out the lesson. Knowing well that you were not sick and that this was going to end tonight.

His ears twitched as he heard a faint shuffle across the lobby. His eyes didnt leave Charlie as his shadow looked for him. When he saw you peeking around a corner he had to fight the laugh that wanted to slip out. How cute.

You watched from a distance as they all attended that day's lesson. Your eyes lingered over Alastor as that stupid envy bubbled back up within you, upset that his eyes weren't on you. Disgusted with yourself you quickly turned on your heels and began walking back towards the elevator.

You didnt hear the lesson suddenly stop nor did you hear Alastor curtly excuse himself. You did however hear the familiar clacking of shoes trailing behind you. Instinctively you quickened your strides as you stared at the Elevator door just ahead of you. Surely it wasn't him, you thought, he didn't see you right?

You got your answer when you glanced over your shoulder. Alastors tall figure radiated annoyance as his long legs closed the distance at a terrifying rate. Without even thinking you broke into a sprint as you rushed forward. Your hands fighting against the metal lattice door as it got jammed. But once you finally opened it you stumbled into the brightly lit elevator, hands quickly trying to shove the still jammed door closed. A large black hand shot out as it stopped the cage door from closing, his dark gaze peering through the bars down at you.

“Going up? How perfect! So am I!” His smile widened as his eyes trailed down your throat, watching you swallow that delicious mix of fear and nervousness. He waited for you to drop your hands from the door before he slammed it open roughly. The act earned a flinch from you as you stepped back into the far corner.

Your arms crossed over your chest as you forced your nerves into annoyance. A glare being sent up to him as he cheerfully stepped inside and closed you both in. “I thought you were supposed to be attending today's lesson.”

“And I thought you were sick.”

“I was feeling better… but now I’m feeling worse.”

He pressed the top floor before glancing to his side, to you. You quirked your brow as you watched him look you up and down. “Hm, you do look terrible.”

Your eye twitched as you watched his shit eating grin grow. You bit back the remark you wanted to give him and chose to instead lean into the corner. Your eyes staring at the ground as you tried to ignore him.

The elevator rattled to life after a delay before it began to ascend. Alastor began to hum as he stepped closer to you. Your hands clutched around yourself tighter as you stepped away but Alastor only followed. With your shoulder now pressed against the cold metal wall Alastor made himself comfortable against your other shoulder. His larger body purposefully pressing against you.

Your heart began to race now that you couldn't stop yourself from thinking about him. Feeling the warmth of his body and the tingling static that hung in the air around him. You were contorting trying to avoid his touch, your face pressing into the wall. Alastors hum grew lower as he cocked his head, his deep gaze watching you carefully. With an annoyed groan you pushed yourself from the wall and away from him, shuffling to stand across from him. “UGH- this has to stop!”.

“You’re right, my dear, this does need to stop.”

“Wha-” Before you could even question what he meant the elevator began to stutter. The lights flickered above you as you reached your hands out trying to steady yourself. Suddenly the elevator came to a screeching halt as the lights went out completely, the only thing visible was Alastors glowing eyes.

A shiver ran down your spine when your eyes met his in the dark, the intense look had you frozen in place. He’d snap his fingers “Tch, looks like the elevator broke, how unfortunate.” A chuckle left him as you watched his eyes draw closer, his heels clicking as he took a single step forward. You sucked in a nervous breath as you stepped back, the metal cage rattling behind you.

“Alastor..” you warned as he took another slow step forward. “Turn it back on.”

“Turn what back on? You’re not insinuating that I have anything to do with this, are you?” He feigned offense. “I’m stuck in this predicament just as you are.”

You watched his eyes, the only thing you could see, as he continued to step forward. Stumbling, you felt your way along the wall as you side stepped him just before he caged you in. “Alastor, stay away from me-”.

A growl left him as he turned to follow your figure in the dark. “And why should I?” He hesitated for a moment before his grin widened. His eyes slipped closed and suddenly you were completely bathed in darkness. You swallowed nervously as you tried to make out where he was. The elevator creaked and suddenly you felt hot breath ghost against your ear “I know you’ve been avoiding me. But why is that, mon cher?”

Your hand flew out to smack him but you hit nothing but air. His voice now came from behind you as you felt sharp claws trail up your back and over your shoulders. “Missed me~” He'd laugh darkly as you opened your mouth to yell at him. But once again his actions silenced you as his large hands roughly pushed you forward.

Your hands flew out before you fell face first into the elevators wall, the force of your body had the elevator swaying and creaking. “FUCK- you wanna know why Im avoiding you?? Its because im fucking tired of playing your stupid games!”.

His hands were on you before you could turn around, a firm grip finding its way around your wrists. He pressed his chest against you as he pinned your body against the wall. You squirmed frantically as you tried wrenching your hands free but he only tightened his hold on you. Pressing you so harshly the cold metal began to sting your cheek. “Oh, darling, do you take me as a fool?” He dipped his head as he grazed his lips against your hair, inhaling your scent with a sigh. “You think I dont notice the red that blossoms on your cheeks? Or how your heart races- just as it is now.”

You gritted your teeth, still too stubborn to tell the truth. “Thats because your horrifying- a pushy demon who doesnt fucking know personal space!”

An unhinged laugh rumbled through his chest and into you. “You want to pretend its fear? Fine, then fear me. I’ll be that horrific demon for you.” Without another word he pressed his hips against the plushness of your ass, grinding into you slowly.

Your body tensed as you felt your stomach begin to flip. You tried to fight against him once more, your body thrashing against his. “AL-” Your words died in your throat as he kicked your legs apart, wedging his knee between your legs. One hand kept a tight hold on your left hand whilst his right arm snaked around your waist. He tugged you up onto his thigh and pressed his knee against the wall, your toes barely reaching the ground as he forced a pressure between your legs.

“Hm~?” He hummed a reply as his eyes slipped open once more. He felt your legs tremble and tense as you tried to lift up from his leg. His arm around your waist slithered back to settle on your hip as he grinded you down into him. “What is it, dear? You’ve gone awfully quiet. Too scared to speak?”

“S-Stop-” You choked on your words trying to bite back any moans that dared to slip out. As he grinded you against his thigh you felt the slickness that soaked your panties begin to seep onto his pants. Aimlessly you tried to push at him with your free hand. As if wanting to make a show of how weak you were he let your other hand go. Both of your hands now trying to grab at him from behind you.

“I wont. Plead all you want. I wont stop.” His left hand snaked under your shirt as he tore your bra to allow your breasts to spill out. Sharp talons scratched along sensitive flesh as he pinched and toyed with your hardening nipple. His hand at your hip stopped as it dipped under your waist band. Reaching to slide his fingers between your soaked lips just to bring them back out. “Especially not when you're this wet already.” He made a show of rubbing your fluids across your lips, knowing well you couldn't see how his fingers glistened in the dark. His talons wedged past your lips as he tried to pry your mouth open. When you refused he settled his mouth over the shell of your ear and gave it a bite. His fingers darted in as soon as you gasped, pressing against your tongue ensuring you thoroughly tasted yourself.

Your head began to grow foggy as you felt yourself beginning to relax into the pressure of his thigh. Hips twitching, desperately wanting that friction again. Instead, you bit down onto the fingers that invaded your mouth. A sharp hiss left Alastor as he fish hooked your cheek, yanking you back into his chest. His other hand came to wrap around your throat as he gave a warning squeeze. “HA! You want this to hurt, don't you?”

He continued yanking you back until your neck was craned, forcing you to look up into his glowing eyes. The dark amusement that swam in his red gaze sent a shock wave straight to your core as your thighs tightened around his. Despite every fiber of you screaming to submit, you refused. Your mouth struggling to suction closed with his fingers in your cheek. You tried to muster as much spit as you could as you sputtered up at him, messily spitting up at him and onto your own face.

He didn't say a word as his only reaction was his twitching eye. Slowly he took a deep breath before he removed his fingers from your mouth, knee suddenly slipping out from under you. “You are the most pathetically stubborn thing I have ever met.” With his hold on your throat still he threw you onto the ground like a ragdoll.

You winced at the impact before quickly trying to crawl away from him. “Wh- wait-AH-” his hand wrapped around your ankle and dragged you back to him as he settled on his knees. You held your breath as you stared into his eyes like a moth to a lamp, the sound of his zipper deafening in the small space. You felt him settle between your legs as his hands tore your underwear apart. “Al, wait-” when you tried to sit up his palm pushed you back down by your head as his fingers dug into your cheeks.

“You never listen do you, Mon cher?” he’d purr with a sweet tone that didnt match his rough hands. “You said it yourself. I'm a horrifying pushy demon who knows nothing about personal space, right?” you felt his swollen head swipe up between your lips before he quickly snapped his hips into you. You choked and gasped at the sudden intrusion as he bottomed out in one thrust. His cock twitched inside of you as your cunt fluttered around him. “To think I’m dizzy for a dame like you.” A forced laugh left him before he was pushing your legs open wider.

He was suddenly thrusting into you at a brutal pace as his hands gripped and clawed at your flesh. A desperate mewl left your throat as all of your fight left you, your shaking hips trying to push into each thrust. “A-Alastor- f-fuck-” you moaned out mumbled words. His hands settle on your hips to hold you still.

“Mm-mhm? Are you going to be honest now?” when your hips still tried to fight against him he pulled from you. Your limp body being flipped onto your stomach quickly before he buried himself back into you. One hand kept your hips up whilst his other tangled into your hair, pressing your face down to force your back into an arch.

You could only cry and moan into the floor as your spit pooled below you. Legs shaking as he fucked into your cunt like his afterlife depended on. Each thrust had his heavy balls smacking against your clit, a jolt of electricity sent through you each time as you felt that coil tighten quickly. You tried to nod but his hand against your head made it difficult, but you couldnt manage a real response right now. “Ah-h, theres my good fucking girl.” He’d coo down to you between pants. You swore if honesty was the cost for this? Youd never utter a lie ever again.

His claws dug into your flesh as he rutted into you. The burning pain mixed with your quickly approaching release and you felt like youd die again. Your shaky hand tried to cover your mouth to stifle the erotic sounds you were making. The elevator creaked with every deep thrust, his own movements getting sloppy as he felt you tightly clenching around him.

The lights began to flicker to life just as you began to reach your peak, eyes squeezing shut at the sudden brightness. His hand in your hair yanked your head up from the floor as you felt the elevator stutter before suddenly descending. You felt fear prickle every nerve as a scream ripped from your throat at the feeling of falling rapidly. Your orgasm didnt stop though as your fearful scream turned into a raspy moan, your cunt twitching around Als cock as he buried himself deep into you. A groan leaving him as he reached his own release, his seed spilling into you as he grinded it in deeper.

With a jolt the elevator stopped its sudden descent as the light fully turned on. The small space fell silent as he released his hold on you. Before he could even pull out his head snapped towards the lattice door.

A very shocked and disgusted Husk stood in front of the elevator door. Angel peaked over with a surprised grin. “Holy shit it reeks of sex. No fuckin’ way you and smiles just banged in the elevator!”

All you could do was groan into the ground.

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*Dizzy with a dame: 1920s slang ‘to be deeply in love with a woman’.

[greensagephase]

A Strong Man

Pairings: Miguel O'Hara x Female!Reader Summary: Chilling with Miguel on the couch but it leads to something else. Miguel recalls last night's activities. Word Count: 743 Warnings: lap grinding; oral sex, female receiving; p in v; unprotected sex (wrap it before - you know the drill): daddy kink (reader calls Miguel "papi"); breeding kink (maybe? does this qualify? idk); size/strength difference kink; reader speaks and understands Spanish; I think that's it Masterlist MINORS PLS DO NOT READ

Imagine hanging out with Miguel on the couch, you’re on his lap with his arms wrapped around you. It's all innocent, just you two cuddling and being cute. You keep showering his face with kisses, unable to stop yourself. He just has such a kissable face!

You keep kissing his face, calling him cute and handsome in between kisses with your sweet voice. Miguel accepts them, his hands lowering to your rear to give a gentle squeeze as you shower him with kisses and compliments. His cheeks are red thanks to your compliments, leaving him flustered. His brain is all fuzzy and overwhelmed with your sweet compliments and attention, your lips so soft against his skin. And of course, your little movements do nothing to help the ache that’s been growing between his thighs since you climbed on his lap.

"And you’re so strong," you say, kissing his neck gently before sucking on his skin, causing his breath to hitch loudly.

"How strong?" he asks in a whisper, his hands gripping your ass tighter.

"So strong, baby,” you murmur against his neck, moving against his lap. You know what you’re doing. “Remember how you had me last night?"

Miguel's pupils dilate as memories of last night flood his mind, how he had you pinned under his weight on your shared bed. You kept squirming, whining and whimpering from being overstimulated while he ate you out. Your sweet whimpers and moans had only fueled his need to keep making you his, making it impossible to stop giving you pleasure by lapping at your sweet little pussy like a starved man, and then fucking you with his big cock, stretching that tight little hole to his size while you cried out his name. You always get so needy, so desperate for him that you beg to be fucked harder - to be filled with his hot cum. And of course, Miguel obliged like he does each time. He fucked your tight sweet pussy until you came around him, your back arching and breasts on display for him. Even during your high, you, his sweet needy girl, begged him to fill your womb with his seed.

“¿Que quieres, preciosa [What do you want, precious]?” he asked as he continued to slide his length along your walls. He was so, so close, but he still wanted to tease you, to hear you say what you wanted.

“A ti, papi [you, daddy],” you said, whimpering. “I need you - I need - fuck!”

“¿Que preciosa? Dilo. ¿Que necesitas? [What precious? Say it. What do you need?],” Miguel grunted out. He was so close.

“Tu [Your]- ah- fuck, papi [Daddy]- your cum - please! Need you - to cum inside me!” you said, desperately bucking your hips against him to help him reach his release, unable to touch him because your hands were pinned above your head.

“You need my cum, eh, princesa [princess]? Papi te dará lo que quieras [Daddy will give you what you want].”

So he did.

Miguel shot his thick, hot load inside you, still pumping his cock into your greedy pussy to push his seed as deep as possible.

Miguel shudders at the memory now, his cock throbbing with need to be inside you again, buried deep in your tight little pussy, and filling it with his cum once more.

"It felt so good, to be pinned down by you - such a strong man," you whisper in his ear, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. "The way you had my wrists pinned above my head... With no way to escape."

Miguel lets out a low growl, pulling you closer and gripping your ass tightly with his large hands, before he leans closer to whisper into your ear. "No way to escape me at all," he whispers before biting your earlobe, cock hard and twitching. He’s sure by now there has to be a damp spot on his briefs from all your damn grinding.

Of course, you feel the way his cock twitches against your heat, your panties beneath your nightgown growing even more damp. "I wouldn't want to escape anyway, papi [daddy]," you say whimpering, grinding your hips against his large bulge, making him groan and grind back, pushing his hips into you to make you feel how hard you've made him.

"Mm, I know you wouldn't my sweet, needy girl," he whispers before he flips you onto your back in the blink of an eye, pinning your hands above your head and nestling himself between your legs to repeat last night’s activities.

A/N: Thank you for reading! <33

Alondra ❤️

[schoopsahoy]

more than just friends

steve harrington x female!reader {3.1k} you and your best friend have gotten into the habit of making out, as long as there's no touching. but that's easier said than done. no use of y/n, not proofread 18+ mdni

cw: mutual masturbation, unprotected p in v sex

No touching.

That was the rule that you and Steve had settled on, because making out with your best friend is totally okay as long as there’s no touching. Sure, a hand on a waist or a cheek is alright - anything more is off limits. 

Your rule worked fine at first, but recently the two of you seem to keep pushing the boundary. Just a little each time - like the way you’ll leave hickies on each other and not make much of an attempt to hide them, or how Steve has you underneath him with a leg in between your thighs and there’s just enough pressure to make your head a little dizzy. 

His mouth is kissing softly against the lilac bruise he’s left under your jaw, and you’re having to use all your self control to not press yourself down against his leg for the friction your body is craving. You feel so tightly wound, the fact you know it can’t go any further only makes you crave it more, your stomach in knots and heart pounding in your chest. 

“Steve.” It comes out as a whine, all desperate and you’d probably be embarrassed if it were anyone else who was kissing down your neck. You only get a hum as a response, Steve too focused on marking up your skin to realize you weren’t just saying his name as some encouragement. “Steve.” You’re a little firmer this time, voice not as breathy as before and it’s enough to finally bring his attention back to your face.

“Hm, what? Y’wanna stop?” His lips are all slick and swollen from his work on your throat, pupils a little blown as he stares down at you. He pushes some of your hair out of your face, loose strands that he can tuck behind your ear and the gentle act only has you aching more, the coil in your stomach twisting that bit tighter.

“No, no.” You breathe your words out, eyes closing as you almost laugh at the suggestion. “S’like, the opposite of what I want.” 

Steve’s still stroking mindlessly at your hair, all soft and without a second thought. “You want more hickies?” His brow pinches with confusion, face a little scrunched up and you hate that all you can think about is how cute he is, how much you want him. “‘Cause I can do that, but y’might get in trouble at work.” 

“No, not that.” You sigh, pressing your lips together as you battle with yourself over saying what you actually mean. “I want more, y’know?” 

“More?” He watches you nod below him, cheeks all flushed and you can’t hold his gaze. “What, like you wanna get off?” His voice is a little teasing, a grin tugging on his lips as you try to hide your face with your hands. 

“God, I d’know.” You groan, suddenly all shy even though you know you don’t have to be. “I guess, maybe, yeah.” Steve taps your arms, a silent signal for you to uncover your face and you do, reluctantly. “I know we said no touching, but like, I feel like I’m gonna explode or somethin’.” You try to cover how serious you are with a laugh, hoping it’ll make it easier to play off if Steve completely shuts you down. 

“I mean, there’s ways around that.” The way Steve’s smiling at you has your stomach doing somersaults. 

“There is?”

“Sure, if you really want to.” He leans down to press a kiss on your lips, something small and barely there that has you chasing his mouth for more when he pulls away. “D’you want to?”

“Don’t be a dick, Steve.” You whine, head tipping back because of course he’s dragging it on, drawing it out of you as if you’re not already so tightly wound that you feel like you might snap any second. “Go on then, what's your loophole?”

“We can just get ourselves off, together.” He shrugs like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

You feel like your body is pressing harder into your mattress now, like gravity suddenly got stronger and you’re stuck in your spot with no way to move and Steve is looking down at you with his big brown eyes and a smirk tugging at his lips. You think your skin must be hot to the touch at this point, your temperature climbing and climbing because you’re about to get off with your best friend. You kind of wish you weren’t sober right now, craving the liquid confidence that comes with the buzz from a couple of drinks. 

“Yeah, okay.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, looking up at Steve through your lashes suddenly all shy but the way he’s looking at you, all fondness and lust and like he’s been craving this too, makes you feel a little more confident. 

As soon as you say the words, his lips are back on yours. It’s all hot and heavy with the way he’s licking into your mouth, different to how he usually kisses you - a little dirty and it’s enough to rip the air from your lungs and have you panting whenever he pulls away.

“Don’t be shy, baby, it’s just us.” He whispers against your lips, breath tickling your skin and the way he calls you baby has your hairs standing on end. He takes one of your hands in his own, guiding it down your body towards your already wet core. “You got it, just relax.” He coos, only moving his hand once you take the step and dip yours beneath your pyjama shorts. 

You start slow, lazy circles rubbed over your panties because you’re still a little shy with it all. Steve’s placing soft kisses all over your face and neck, mumbling words of encouragement as he palms at himself through his sweatpants. Neither of you brave enough to shed any clothing yet, because sure you’ve been friends for years and spent countless summer days by Steve’s pool wearing far less but this was different. 

You try to stifle your moans by biting down on your bottom lip, a little whimper trying to escape each time you brush over your clit and Steve can see the way your chest hitches as you try to control it. 

“Y’don’t have to be shy, not with me.” He nudges his nose against yours, voice all soft and all you can manage is to nod wordlessly at him as he sits up to pull his shirt over his head. He tosses it to your bedroom floor, not that you saw where it went because you can’t stop staring at him - the way his muscles move with each motion, skin all tanned from the summer sun and you really, really hate your no touching rule now. 

You squeeze your eyes shut before wriggling out of your own top, it’s a little easier when you can pretend like your best friend isn’t watching your every move. You do, however, regret not wearing a bra because you’re suddenly feeling all too exposed and a little - or maybe a lot - self conscious. 

You go to try and cover yourself, one eye barely open to peer at Steve who’s looking at you like you’re the most perfect thing he’s ever seen. “Fuckin’ hell, you’re so hot.” His voice sounds spent, all breathy and strained and you suddenly feel a lot less exposed. If you weren’t already so hot with it all, you’re sure all your blood would be running to your cheeks. 

Your eyes travel down to watch Steve stroking himself beneath his sweatpants, still constrained by them and his boxers but you can see how hard he is and feel your core clenching around nothing just at the thought of him. 

It all seems to move so quickly once you start shedding clothes, like stripping back that layer has taken away all the shyness and uncertainty you felt and replaced it with some insatiable longing for something more, anything more. 

You finally dip beneath your panties, wet fabric cold against your skin as you run a finger through your slick, gathering it up before rubbing tight circles against your clit. You can’t help but whimper with it all, the way Steve’s looking at you as he touches himself and how sensitive you are already, body reacting to each touch like they’re laced with electricity. “Oh my god.” You tip your head back, blinking hard as you try to breathe through the way you can feel the pressure build up in your stomach.

“Jesus, fuck, y’look so good.” Steve’s kneeling in between your legs, his free hand against your cheek and thumb rubbing softly against your skin. “Y’gonna take those off for me?” He nods down to your shorts. “Gonna let me see you?”

“Fuck, Steve.” You mewl, eyes meeting his as you continue rubbing your clit. “Y’want that? Wanna watch me touch myself?” You’re not sure where this faux confidence has come from, because it even shocks you when you say it but the way Steve reacts - a deep groan of your name and his pace against himself increasing -  has your head spinning. 

“God, yeah, please, I want that.” You don’t need anymore encouragement, hands tugging your shorts and panties down your legs to be discarded to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. You go to tug and Steve’s waistband, to even the playing field so you’re not the only one fully exposed, but hover your hand there because the lines are all blurred now and you don’t know what’s okay anymore. You think you might be a little bit fucked. “You wanna help me? Y’can do that, it’s okay.” 

His tones all soothing and his hand guides yours back to his sweatpants so you can pull them down his legs along with his boxers. You knew Steve was big, you’ve felt him get hard when you’ve been straddling him when you make out, but actually seeing him has you clenching around nothing again, your body desperate to be filled by something other than your own fingers. 

It’s all a little messy, because Steve’s leaning over you and kissing all down your neck and onto your chest and your hands keep knocking against each other as you both try to chase your highs. It’s driving you a little mad each time his hand bumps yours, so close to your cunt but never quite getting there, the frustration building in you as you dip a finger inside yourself in an attempt to get some sort of relief. 

Steve looks down between the two of you, watches you try to settle on a rhythm as you pump your finger into yourself and whine at how it’s never quite right. Like it’s just missing that spot that would finally send you tumbling over the edge, so close to being what you need but falling short each time. 

“Steve.” The way you say his name has him groaning again, because you sound so desperate and needy and his cock is so close to your cunt and God does he want to fuck you. Abandon all the boundaries you’ve spent so long obeying because you look so perfect underneath him and he just wants to look after you, make you feel good like he knows he can. “Please.” 

It’s like you don’t need to say anything more, he already knows what you’re asking for, what you want from him. “Please what, baby?” He gives you that stupid grin as he rubs the tip of his cock against your core, running it up and down your slick eliciting a whine from you each time it nudges your clit. 

“Want you.” You’re so wound up that you can barely force any words out, brain all muddled from how desperate you are to just be touched. “Want you to fuck me.” 

“Fuck, yeah, y’sure?” You just nod at him, eyes all wide and chest heaving and he can see the way you squirm with each movement he makes against you, so sensitive and wound up. “Y’gotta tell me, use your words.” 

“M’sure, Steve, please.” You’re practically begging now, blinking hard because you can feel tears pricking at the corners of your eyes and you don’t want to cry but you’re just so needy and your body feels like it’s on fire with it all. 

Steve kisses your temple, thumb swiping under your eyes where the skins a little wet from the tears that are welling up. “Oh, honey, don’t cry, I’ve got you.” He hushes you, hand moving from your face to hold yours as he uses the other to line up against your entrance. “Gonna make you feel so good, yeah?” 

As soon as he starts to press into you, it’s like all the pent up energy inside your stomach is ready to release. The way his cock stretches you out, slow thrusts so it doesn’t hurt you too bad as he kisses you all soft and you find yourself thinking that this doesn’t really feel like you’re just friends messing about anymore. 

Your free hand finds purchase on his shoulders, nails digging into the skin and leaving little half moons there that’ll probably still be there in the morning. Your breath hitches in your chest with each thrust, a little whimper spilling from your mouth as Steve squeezes your hand. “Doin’ so good for me, takin’ me so well.” His words are whispered against your skin, and you feel him hum against it when he finally bottoms out inside you. 

He sits there for a moment, letting you adjust to him but he can feel you clenching you around him and it sends his head spinning a little. You rock your hips against him, your voice still caught in your throat so this is the best way you can think of to tell him to move. He seems to get it though, a small chuckle at your antsy movements before he starts to rock his hips into you. 

It’s still a slow pace, agonizingly so almost. Because you’re so tightly wound at this point, teetering on the edge just to be pulled back over and over and never quite get there. You don’t say anything though, don’t push for Steve to move faster or harder because he’s still holding your hand and mumbling praises into your neck over and over and it feels about as soft as fucking your best friend can. 

After a couple minutes he does quicken his thrusts, you still mewling underneath him each time the tip of his cock nudges the soft spot inside you that you can never quite reach yourself. His free hand hitches one of your legs up higher, fingers spread wide against the soft skin of your thigh so he can bring it up to his waist and get deeper inside you. 

“Jesus, Steve, feels so good.” You manage to mumble something out, words a little slurred from how tight your chest feels because you’re already so close and your heart is beating so hard you can almost hear it. “M’so close.” Everything you say comes out as a whine, not that you mean it to, but Steve likes it. Likes that it’s him who’s got you so blissed out. 

“Yeah? Y’gonna cum for me? Such a good girl.” He soothes, voice all sickly sweet but still a little filthy. He thrusts into you harder now, watching the way your back arches up off the bed for him when he gets real deep. When his fingers start rubbing against your clit you know you’re done for, the messy circles against your nerves and the way he’s buried so deep inside you and looking at you like you’re the only important thing in the world right now is all too much for you. 

“Fuckfuckfuck.” You moan as you feel the tether inside you finally snap, wound so tightly that when it finally releases it has you seeing white as you squeeze your eyes shut and grip onto Steve even harder than before. 

“You’re okay, I got you.” Steve keeps rocking his hips into you through your high, letting you squeeze his hand so tight that you would definitely feel bad about it if you weren’t so preoccupied. “So pretty for me, y’so perfect.” He keeps running his mouth with praises as he chases his own high, thrusts getting a little sloppy as he gets closer, feeling you squeeze him as you came enough to have him almost there already. “I’m so - fuck - m’so close, where should I cum?” He’s blinking hard to try and keep himself controlled enough to at least last until you tell him. 

You’re still trying, and failing, to catch your breath. Body still feeling like it’s charged with electricity, all your nerves on high alert as you try to come down from your climax whilst Steve still pounds into you. 

“M’on the pill.” You exhale, words barely audible over the sounds of Steve fucking into you. “Can cum inside, want you to.” 

“Fuckin’ hell.” Steve groans, head tucked into the crook of your neck as his movements become a little sloppier and fall out of rhythm as he reaches his own climax, hips stuttering as he whispers about how good you feel and how pretty you are as he spills inside you. 

He stays inside you after he’s finished, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath amidst pressing gentle kisses to your face. You don’t want to admit how much you like it, not just the fucking but the intimacy of it all. Your hands are still intertwined, fingers locked with each other and neither of you make any attempt to unhook them. 

“Think we did that wrong.” You mumble, a shy smile on your lips as Steve pauses his kisses to look at you. His eyes still look all dark and wide, thick lashes blinking slow at you as he grins, shaking his head. 

“Yeah, think the whole ‘no touching’ things kinda out the window now.” He glances down to where he’s still buried inside you, and despite everything it’s still enough to have you feeling all shy. “I don’t mind though, if you don’t.” He looks at you, eyes full of affection and a soft smile as he waits for you to answer. It’s always no pressure with Steve, never pushing you for anything or making you uncomfortable - you’re always his first priority. It makes your heart ache a little, in a good way. 

“I don’t mind.” It’s a roundabout way of expressing your feelings, neither of you pushing it any further right now because it’s enough. You know each other so well that you don’t need to say more, reading between the lines and letting things happen slowly. Maybe you’re not as fucked as you thought you were.

[chrisevansonly]

hi love ! i saw you were asking for sweet fluffy requests :) i was thinking maybe max v being just soft and like clingy with reader whenever they’re together ? in the paddock/garage, at dinner, partying with friends/other drivers - no matter where they are max just needs to have his hand on his girl 🫶

Cuddle Bug🐞

max verstappen x female reader

summary: wherever you are, max is sure to follow

warnings: tooth rotting fluff

a/n: soft max just 😖 thank you to everyone sending me in cute ideas im gonna work at them slowly and turn them into little blurbs.

If anyone knew you and Max as a couple, they’d say you’re like koalas, clinging to one another no matter where you were or where you went. It could be in the nightclub celebrating a win, Max would have his arms around you as he kissed your neck gently, keeping your back to his chest so he wouldn’t lose you in the crowd.

Or at a dinner with family, his hand finding solace on your knee or thigh, bringing your chair as close to his as possible allowing him to lean into you or vice versa. Max wanted to be as physically close to you as he possibly could.

You loved every second of it.

So it was no surprise when Christian walked into the garage to find his star driver, cuddled up with you along the back wall, no doubt whispering stupid jokes into your ear to make you laugh. It was a common occurrence, and half the time he didn’t have the heart to pull you two apart. If there was anyone perfect for the dutchman it was you, no doubt about it.

“Max, meeting in five alright?”

Keeping his arms wrapped around you he turned to nod, letting the team principle know he’d be there, even if it meant letting you go for the next hour and a bit.

“Stupid meetings….”

“Maxie…they’re part of your job..”

He groaned tucking his face into your neck

“Why can’t this be my job”

“What cuddling me?”

“Mhm”

You couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped your lips, your hands rubbing his back gently to cheer up your now displeased boyfriend.

“I’m afraid this job doesn’t pay nearly enough my love…”

Max was quiet as he pulled back, taking your face in his hands as he looked at you as if you were the entire universe, and truth be told you were his.

“Getting to love you and hold you, is worth more than any amount of money in the world.”

He didn’t let you say anything back as he leaned down to capture your lips with his, effectively knocking you off his feet, before sending you a wink and walking off for the next little while, leaving you to entertain yourself.

Max was a man of many words, but the words he shared with you, would always be special…especially since they came from your cuddle bug of a boyfriend.

[cosmicanakin]

ִ𓂃 ⋆ A QUIET KIND OF FOREVER.

੭୧ . . . vinnie hacker x female!reader.

ᯓ morning cuddles with a shirtless vinnie in his parents' backyard patio? yeah, you're definitely living the dream. his strong taut arms. seattle mornings. whispered confessions. a love story told in soft kisses and the scent of pine.

warning(s) fluff┆kissing┆domestic love. 𓇼 haven't written for him in what feels like ages. i genuinely feel so bad, i'll cry. anyway! so this cute lil fic idea was based off this tiktok of him n poncho. i can't stress enough how good he looks. and yeah, i'm guilty as charged. the tiktok was kept on repeat. ain't got no shame in admitting it.

the morning sun filters through the trees surrounding vinnie's parents' home in seattle, casting dappled shadows across the back patio. you're wrapped in vinnie's arms, your body pressed against his as you both stand outside, enjoying the crisp air and each other's company.

vinnie's wearing black baggy sweatpants that hang low on his hips, showcasing the perfect v-line of his abdomen. he's shirtless, his tattooed skin on full display in the soft morning light. his black fitted cap sits backwards on his head, a few strands of curls peeking out from underneath. you can't help but admire how effortlessly handsome he looks, even in his casual attire.

your outfit is equally relaxed - a black cropped tank top that reveals a sliver of your midriff, paired with light gray baggy sweatpants and white socks. your hair is clipped back messily, still tousled from sleep. it's clear you both just rolled out of bed, drawn outside by the beautiful morning and the desire to be close to one another.

your hands rest loosely around vinnie's bare torso, fingers tracing idle patterns on his warm skin. his own hands are settled on your lower back, thumbs rubbing small circles just above the waistband of your sweatpants. the touch is gentle, almost absent-minded, but it sends little shivers of pleasure up your spine.

vinnie dips his head to the side, pressing a soft kiss to your hair. his lips trail down to your ear, where he nips playfully at your earlobe. you can feel his warm breath against your skin as he whispers, "you're so beautiful in the morning, you know that?"

you can't help the smile that spreads across your face, burying your chin deeper into his shoulder to hide your flushed cheeks. "shut up," you murmur, but there's no real protest in your voice.

he chuckles, the sound low and rumbling in his chest. "nah," he replies, placing another kiss just below your ear. "i love seeing you like this - all soft and sleepy and mine."

your heart swells at his words, and you press a kiss to his bare shoulder. your lips linger on his skin, savoring the warmth. "i love being here with you," you admit softly. "seeing where you grew up, meeting your family... it feels all so special."

vinnie's arms tighten around you, pulling you even closer. "it is special," he agrees. "having you here, in my hometown... it's like two parts of my world coming together."

you lift your head to meet his gaze, struck by the sincerity in his eyes. sometimes it still amazes you how this boy, who seems so confident and carefree to the rest of the world, can be so vulnerable and open with you.

"i'm glad i'm here," you tell him, reaching up to cup his cheek. your thumb brushes over the light stubble on his chin, and he leans into your touch.

vinnie turns his head to press a kiss to your palm, then grins mischievously. "me too. although, i gotta say, i'm a little worried about leaving you alone with my mom. who knows what embarrassing stories she'll tell you."

you laugh, shaking your head. "oh, i'm counting on those stories. i need all the dirt i can get on little vinnie hacker."

he groans dramatically, but the smile never leaves his face. "i knew this was a mistake. you and my mom are going to team up against me, aren't you?"

"absolutely," you confirm with a nod. "it's my solemn duty as your girlfriend to collect as many embarrassing childhood stories as possible."

vinnie's eyes soften at the word 'girlfriend', and he leans in to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. when he pulls back, he's smiling that smile that never fails to make your heart skip a beat. "well, as long as you still like me after hearing all those stories, i guess i can't complain too much."

you pretend to consider this, tapping your chin thoughtfully. "hmm, i don't know. what if i find out you were, like, a total goof in middle school? that might be a deal-breaker."

vinnie laughs, the sound echoing in the quiet morning air. "baby, i hate to break it to you, but i was definitely a goof in middle school. probably still am, if we're being honest."

you grin, sliding your hands up his back to rest on his shoulder blades. the movement brings your bodies even closer together, and you feel vinnie's breath hitch slightly. "good thing i like goofs, then," you tease.

vinnie's eyes darken a bit as he looks at you, his gaze dropping to your lips. "oh yeah? how much do you like them?"

you lean in, your lips barely brushing against his as you speak. "why don't you find out?"

before you can close the distance, vinnie suddenly spins you around, pulling your back against his chest. his arms wrap around your waist, and he rests his chin on your shoulder. "nuh-uh," he says, his voice playful. "you can't distract me that easily. we're out here to enjoy the morning, remember?"

you laugh, leaning back into his embrace. "fine, fine. i guess the view is pretty nice."

and it is. from the back patio, you can see the lush green of the surrounding trees, their leaves rustling gently in the morning breeze. the sky is a clear, pale blue, with just a few wispy clouds drifting lazily overhead. it's peaceful in a way that's different from the constant buzz of activity you're used to in california.

vinnie hums in agreement, his chest vibrating against your back. "it is," he says, "but i think my view is better."

you roll your eyes, even though he can't see it. "that was cheesy, even for you."

"you love it," he retorts, and you can hear the grin in his voice.

you don't bother denying it, because you both know it's true. instead, you lean your head back against his shoulder, closing your eyes and just breathing in the moment. the fresh morning air, the warmth of vinnie's body against yours, the quiet chirping of birds in the distance — it all combines to create a perfect, peaceful bubble that you wish you could stay in forever.

vinnie seems to be thinking along the same lines. "we should do this more often," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "just... be together. no phones, no cameras, no schedules. just us."

you nod, reaching down to lace your fingers with his where they rest on your stomach. "i'd like that," you agree softly. "although i'm not sure how we'd manage it with your crazy schedule."

he sighs, nuzzling into your neck. "we'll figure it out," he says with determination. "i'll make time. you're worth it."

your heart swells with affection, and you turn in his arms to face him again. "you're a pretty awesome boyfriend," you tell him, your hands coming to rest on his chest.

vinnie grins, that cocky, charming smile that first caught your attention all those months ago. "i know," he says with a wink.

you laugh, shaking your head at his antics. "and goofy, too," you tease.

"the goofiest," he agrees solemnly, before breaking into another grin.

you can't resist anymore. you rise up on your toes, pressing your lips to his in a soft, sweet kiss. vinnie responds immediately, one hand coming up to cradle the side of your neck as he deepens the kiss.

when you finally pull apart, you're both a little breathless. vinnie rests his forehead against yours, his eyes closed and a content smile on his face. "i love you," he whispers, so quietly you almost miss it.

your heart skips a beat. it's not the first time he's said it, but it still sends a thrill through you every time. "i love you too," you whisper back, your fingers tracing the lines of the snake tattoo over his collarbone and neck.

vinnie opens his eyes, meeting your gaze with so much warmth and affection that it almost overwhelms you. "yeah?" he says, his voice soft and a little awed, as if he still can't quite believe it.

"yeah," you confirm, smiling up at him. "always."

he kisses you again, slow and deep, pouring all his feelings into it. when you break apart this time, you're both grinning like idiots.

"come on," vinnie says, taking your hand. "let's go inside. i think i smell mom making pancakes."

as you follow him back into the house, your hand in his, you can't help but feel grateful for this moment - for the chance to see this side of vinnie, to be a part of his world in a way that feels so intimate and so real. you know that moments like these - quiet, perfect, and filled with love - will always be worth it.

[targaryen-dynasty]

EVENING DELIGHTS.

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x female!Reader

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT—MINORS DNI; p in v, kitchen sex, choking, teasing, slight praise kink, slight breeding kink, modern au

WORDS: 1.7 K

NOTES: based on this request. Thank you so much, @chattylurker!

❗️𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

The melody you hum is barely audible to anyone but you as you cut through the red bell pepper, preparing thin slices. It’s a bit of a daunting task with how much wine you’ve drunk prior, and you’d love to swap places with Aemond instead. He’s lounging on the sofa, a sleepy Vhagar nestled up against him with her head in his lap, watching a show about cars being tuned and raced against each other. 

It appears he’s just as tipsy as you are, a slight stagger in his steps as he rises from his seat coaxed by your soft melody, and makes his way over to you. A lazy smile is draped over his chiseled lips, staring you down like a hunter does its prey. 

You act unfazed at that because he could have come to help you sooner, but you still bite your bottom lip as he leans the weight of his body against your back. His scent immediately fills your nostrils, just as intoxicating as the warmth emanating from him. 

“What’s cooking?” he drawls, bringing his hands to your waist. 

You chuckle at his approach, and cut another piece of the bell pepper. “Just making some oven roasted vegetables.”

Aemond hums, and proceeds to rub his hands over your sides. His nose drags against the side of your face, inhaling your scent and making it impossible for you to focus on the task at hand. 

Bringing a slice of bell pepper up to his lips for him to eat, you hope to distract him just a bit so you can finish the slicing. “Did you know your brother proposed to Floris today?” you ask, chuckling as you hear the content chewing right next to your ear. “Hel called today while you were at work and told me.” 

Swallowing, he quickly grabs another piece before you can swat his hand away, and stuffs it into his mouth. “He did?” he mumbles around the vegetables he’s been chewing, licking his lips and grinning. One of his hands leaves your waist and trails down to wrap around your thigh. 

“My big brother finally got down on one knee, huh?” he says amusedly, squeezing your thigh. “And what did she say?”

You slightly push your hips back against him, and shoot him a warning glance as his hand travels lower. “Of course she said yes,” you reply. “I called her immediately. And apparently, they plan to get married in Highgarden.”

The glare makes him chuckle, and his hand moves back up to wrap around your waist instead, using both to pull your lower body against him, your hips pressed together now. “Highgarden? That’s cute.”

Both his arms band around your body now, and you fully abandon the cutting board the moment one hand comes up to cup your breast. Your breathing turns heavier at his actions, although you try to act unfazed again to continue cutting the rest of the vegetables. There’s a bit of a silence between you, and, while Aemond gently squeezes your breast, he seems to be deep in thought. 

“So… Do you actually like me?” he asks, pressing his lips to the sensitive spot right behind your ear. 

His question makes you roll your eyes, and prompts you to look at him from over your shoulder. “We have been together for seven years, Aemond. We’re getting married next year. What the hell do you think?”

The grip on your waist and breast tightens but is far from being uncomfortable, just enough to keep you standing where you are, tightly pressed against him. As he feels your hips push back against him again, he smirks and presses a kiss to the crook of your neck. 

His voice is much more breathy and husky when he speaks again, “good point.” A quick, sloppy kiss finds the spot beneath your ear, allowing him to nibble on your earlobe in the following. 

You giggle softly at that, and try to stop your body from reacting to his proximity. You feel his hot breath against your neck and his warm body completely enveloping yours. It makes your stomach churn, in a good way. You’re still tipsy, feeling yourself relax into him more and more. “You’re distracting me, Aem.”

He lets his hand slide down your body, one finding your ass to grope it and the other coming to rest just shy above your mound of venus. Kissing your neck again, his breath comes out even warmer than before. “You are so distracted by a little kiss?”

Snorting, you’re not able to deny it, especially because you’re so distracted by his touches. You want to shove him away to finish the cooking, but also want to hug him to keep him even closer. With your breathing growing labored, your body reacts to yours being pressed against each other like that. 

Warmth spreads in the pit of your belly, and you can’t help but moan as his fingers trail a little bit lower. “Shut up…” you try to keep your composure, wanting your voice to remain tough, but to no avail. There’s a tremble audible in it. 

Aemond clearly knows how much he turns you on, and can’t resist the urge to tease you. He chuckles, and proceeds to cup your clothed pussy. A little smirk spreads across his lips, his grip not wavering once. “Make me,” he whispers. 

The heat inside of you builds up faster the longer you stay in that position. You thought you could hold it back, but at this point it’s just impossible. You’re tipsy, the alcohol just makes it worse. He has you right where he wants you, and you know that. Your cheeks are hot, and your body trembles under his hands. 

You push the cutting board and vegetables aside to clear the countertop in front of you, and Aemond takes that as his cue to flat on the counter. “Didn’t think you’d be such a tease today,” you gulped, the words accompanied by a gasp as he yanks down your leggings and thong. 

Scrambling for hold, you plant your palms flatly on the surface, supporting yourself as you feel the tip of his cock prod against your entrance. You’ve been wet enough to make it easy for him to push inside in one, swift thrust, filling you right to the brim. 

There’s no need for him to give you time to adjust to his size, having had him in the morning already. The pace he sets up isn’t as reckless as his usual pounding, given the position and his legs being slightly bent at the knees. 

His cock drives deeper and deeper, coaxing moans and whines to tumble over your lips, and where the cutting of bell peppers could’ve been heard before, it’s now replaced by the sounds of skin slapping against skin, his strained grunts and your moans. 

“So sensitive,” he grunts, pounding into your needy cunt. The tip of his cock repeatedly brushes your sweet spot, pushing high enough to knock the air out of your lungs and make you lose yourself.

His hand comes up to clasp around your throat. He applies just a bit of pressure, merely meaning to hold you upright and steady to make it easier for him to use you to his liking. His lips press to the side of your face again, and, apart from his heavy breathing fanning over your hot skin, you also hear him mumbling praises. 

Heat builds in your belly as his balls slap against your sensitive bud, sending shivers up your spine and you straight into a frenzy. 

“Who needs dinner when I can have this perfect pussy?” he rambles, speaking more to himself than you. 

Aemond digs his fingers into your hip and pulls you back against him with each thrust, meeting his cock halfway. 

“Gods, I… I–”

“You’re gonna cum for me already, baby?” he rasps into your ear. 

With his hand now applying a good bit of pressure to your throat and his heavy balls slapping against your clit, you feel yourself getting lightheaded as your release washes over you suddenly. 

Your walls flutter and spasm around him, arousal leaking from around his thick girth and soaking his gray sweatpants. Grinding back against him, you ride out your high in rhythm with his thrusts as he fucks you through it. 

Each rut of his hips makes your eyes journey to the ceiling. There are hiccuped breaths spilling from your mouth, and you can’t do more than to hold onto the countertop, bracing yourself for his relentless pounding. 

“That’s, fuck, that’s it, mhh,” he hums, the relief in his voice audible.  

With a stutter of his hips and a raspy groan escaping his throat, his cock eventually spills deep inside of you, coating your walls. He pounds it into you with deliberately slow thrusts, the last spurts of his warm release filling you to the brim.

Only as both your aftershocks slowly subside does he move, pressing a trail of kisses from your ear down to your shoulder. His hand slides from your hip underneath your shirt, pulling it up slightly to cup your breast. 

With a low whisper, he sighs. “Can’t wait to marry you.” He kisses your shoulder once more before moving his lips up to your ear, and he can’t help but grind his hips against yours, his cock growing flaccid again. You mewl at that, pushing back against him. “And I can’t wait to put a baby in you.”

At his words, your body feels hot all over. The thought of him getting you pregnant makes your knees buckle, and you feel like you’ll explode at any given moment. 

Your head tips back against his shoulder, and you breathe in quickly before replying, your voice trembling and husky. “Neither can I.”

Hands letting go of the counter, you push him back enough to get him to pull out of you, allowing you to turn around to face him. Your hands move to the seam of his black t-shirt, pulling it over his head. Marveling at his alabaster skin, and the slight imprint of his muscles, following them with your index finger, you look up at him through batted eyelashes. “I’m gonna stop taking the pill soon.”

That seems to stir something in him, and before you can say something else, he grabs your body to throw you over his shoulder. The fit of giggles that erupts dies as soon as you hear his words and note the direction in which he’s walking, immediately replaced by anticipation and excitement. 

“I wonder how soon I can get you pregnant.” 

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[constantmourning]

Confidence

[Price/Fem!Reader] [Gaz/Fem!Reader] [Soap/Fem!Reader] [Simon/Fem!Reader] [Poly!TF 141/Fem!Reader]

Summary: You haven't been feeling too confident lately. Your friends convince you to dress up to feel good, and you send them a picture of the end result. Except, you sent the pictures to the wrong group chat...

Word count: 6.9k (hehe)

Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI!! No use of Y/N, Thigh slapping, finger sucking, p in v, lack of protection, creampie (x2), oral (male and female receiving), face sitting, praise, pet names. Let me know if i forgot something please, I'll be happy to tag it if i did!

A/N: Reader is written As PLUS SIZE! There are mentions of fat/stretch marks/self esteem issues and the likes! This got very long I'm sorry but also I hope you enjoy!! Also, half of this is Beta'd, the other half... well, we die like men...

Your confidence had been at an all time low as of late. You weren’t sure what it was, but ever since joining Captain Price and not having your friends there to tell you just how great you looked every day, you really were down in the dumps.

Babes, I’m terribly upset

You text in your group chat with your friends. You waited for their answer. It felt like a century before someone responded.

Dear, what's wrong?

Finally, one of them had answered. You sighed and took a moment to respond.

I’ve been feeling like utter shit lately. Everyone around me is so… not built like me… I think it’s silly, but I don’t always feel beautiful.

You sent in the chat and immediately got a speech bubble.

Babe… I’m gonna tell you what helps me. Dress up all pretty. Do something to make you feel good. I promise it’ll help

You scrunched your face up.

I’ll try it. But if it doesn’t work I’m going to torment you forever

No response. You groaned and sat up. You decided it’d be best to try that. You looked through your things and found a cute underwear set and walked to your bathroom. Momentarily battling about putting on makeup, you decided to try it.

You sat in your bathroom for a good twenty minutes just doing your makeup. You then took another twenty minutes doing your hair. Everything was going to be undone, but if it was going to help you feel better, why not try it? You slipped into the cute underwear, black and lacy. You examined yourself in the mirror and smiled.

Remember, briefing tomorrow morning

-Captain Price

You remembered, and made a mental note to respond to his text a little later. You, instead of responding, began to take pictures of yourself in different positions. Once you were satisfied with some of them. You decided to throw a few into your group chat with your friends.

Validate me babes <3

You set your phone after you sent the pictures and just looked at yourself. You inhaled and placed a hand on your stomach. You pinched the fat there and sighed. Your phone went off, and then went off again. And again.

HUH?

-Gaz

oh fuck

-Soap

Wrong number?

-Ghost

You felt your heart stop. You wanted to vomit and run away and never be seen again by your teammates. Truly thinking about not responding and running away into the night, you scraped your nails through your hair. You grabbed your robe from the door and screamed into it. As loudly as possible without alerting anyone.

You grabbed your phone up and thought about being a grownup. Briefly.

WRONG GROUP CHAT

You then sent a barrage of different sad emojis and hoped the pictures would leave their minds.

There were no responses for the rest of the night. You went to bed just as you were; hair, makeup- You did put on comfortable pajamas though. You lied down and knew- just knew you would be getting an earful in the morning.

You grabbed your phone one last time and sent a group message to your girls, checking this time if it was really them.

Goodbye, I just wanted to say that. Since I will be simply passing away right now.

Immediate response.

What did you do???

I sent pictures to the wrong group chat. To the work group chat…

Your friends both, at the same time, asked what the pictures were. You sent the pictures and said nothing else. The chat erupted. Your friends were spamming you, different emojis, swears, memes. Anything. If they could send it, it was sent.

You lied on your back, looking up at the ceiling and you sighed. You were going to have to be an adult and face the men you really didn’t want to in the morning. You made that a problem for you in the future, and decided that sleep was the best option. You turned your phone off and slowly fell asleep. A pit in your stomach the whole time you waited for unconsciousness to overtake.

You woke up with the exact same pit in your stomach. You threw on your uniform and walked as fast as you could to the room you were meeting at. You wanted to miss Soap, Ghost, or Gaz. You did not want to run into them.

You opened the door to the room and realized you’d be facing Price alone. That was until you saw everyone was already in the room. You looked at your watch. You were early… If you were early, what time did they get there? You did not want to think about it…

No one would look you in the eyes. Their demeanor had changed completely. But no one mentioned the photos. You stood, uncomfortably, away from everyone. You couldn’t take in any information that Price was giving you. You were hyper aware of everyone around you; their body language…

You watched as Soap balled and unballed his fist a couple times. His knuckles white.

Gaz’s chest was rising and lowering a little quicker than usual. You could tell through the gear. His eyes were trained ahead, looking directly at Captain Price.

Speaking of Price, his eyes would look right over you. You weren’t the best at eye contact anyway, but Price was not bad at it. You knew he was trying to be professional.

Your eyes moved to Ghost and they locked onto his. You, immediately looking away, noticed him shift. His eyes didn’t falter though. He seemed to be the only one looking at you.

You shifted your weight, swallowing hard. Gulping down air like your life depended on it. The tension in the room was too much. You wanted to explode. Instead of exploding, you did (in your mind) the second worst thing. You opened your mouth, and words actually came out.

“I’m sorry!”

Everyone went quiet. Price stopped speaking and all eyes were on you. You gulped again and took a step back, distancing yourself even more. Price was the first to speak up. His brow cocked and you waited for his response. “For what?” He did sound genuinely confused, so you didn’t take it as him pretending to be stupid.

“Uh-” Your eyes scanned the room. You did the thing you were best at, word vomit. “Well, I’m sorry for sending those pictures! It was unprofessional and I didn’t check the group I was in- I was just- I meant to send it to-” You stopped yourself.

“To who?” Ghost asked, deadpan. But, you could almost see the smirk under his mask.

You, not knowing how to stop, kept going. “My friends. I wasn’t feeling good last night- Or the past couple o’ weeks really… My friends said, um, doing what I did would help me feel better! I mean, she did not tell me to send the picture in the work chat!” You put your hands up, no one stopping you from continuing. “I just wanted to feel cute… I guess…”

The room went silent. You made a face and held yourself back from stomping your foot or throwing a tantrum. You decided to be an adult, and wait for a response, one that felt like it was never coming. Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost all looked at each other before all staring at you. You pouted.

“What?”

“Do friends normally send pictures like that to each other?” Ghost cocked his head at you.

You wanted to throttle him. “Whatever. If this is done, can I leave?”

Price nodded, he knew you had retained nothing, but he didn’t say anything about it. “Free to go.”

You walked out of the room and began to walk towards your room. You felt tears prick your eyes and tried to hold yourself together, at least until you got to the comfort and loneliness of your room. You were seething. You didn’t know why, but you were mad. Mad at how they had acted, mad at how you had acted, and mad that the pictures were sent to them in the first place. You got to your room, slammed your door, and threw yourself down on your bed.

You curled up and decided it was best to skip lunch that day.

A knock came from the other side of your day and you held back the urge to tell whoever it was to go away. You threw yourself out of bed and walked towards the door. Forgetting that you had puffy eyes from crying, you opened the door. Price stood there.

“Hey, you weren’t in the mess hall-” He stopped when you wiped your eyes. “Are you crying?”

You pouted harder. Price sighed. You groaned and moved to the side, motioning for Price to come in. You did not want everyone to see you looking like a mess. Price walked in and you shut the door. You placed your back against it and looked at him.

“Are you alright?” He gave you a concerned look.

“I’m fine.” You lied. Terribly.

Price’s head dropped slightly. “You had said this morning you weren’t feeling-”

“Captain,” You sighed. “I’ll be fine. Just horribly embarrassed. It’ll go back to normal once no one looks at me differently.”

Price’s brows furrowed. “If they don’t?”

You blinked at him. Why would he say that? You felt tears forming again. “Captain-”

“I know you don’t want to hear it from me-” Price started, “And would obviously prefer it from your friends,” He smiled at you softly, and got closer to you, “but, you are stunning. You should not feel the need to be validated, but you should know you are beautiful.”

Something hit you; whether it was the eye contact, what he said, or how he said it, you weren’t sure, but whatever it was sent you into a frenzy. You, without thinking, grabbed Price’s face and kissed him. Hard. Your lips hit his and you realized what you were doing. The kiss was over as fast as it started. You threw yourself back and began to profusely apologize. 

“Holy shit!” You were stunned at your actions, “That was so inappropriate, I’m so sorry.”

Price was as stunned as you. You watched him with wide eyes and he processed everything that had just happened. Nothing was being said. It was a deafening silence. Price watched you closely, his eyes dropping from your to your lips. His hands cupped your cheeks and he brought you into another kiss.

You eagerly kissed back, pressing against him. He pushed forward, your back pressing against the door. His tongue traced your bottom lip and you slowly opened your mouth for him. Your arms were wrapped around his neck and nothing was stopping either of you.

Until your stomach growled.

Price pulled away and looked down at you. “Look, you need to eat and I’m not sure we should do this-”

“I want this…” Your voice was barely audible, just loud enough for Price to hear.

“How about…” He paused, “you go eat. And think about this-”

“I’m not going to lie now, Captain Price,” You bit the inside of your lip, “I’ve been thinking about you, and the others for a while now.”

“Me and who?” He questioned you, brows knitting together.

“Um, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost… I think about you four all the time. Um, too much actually.” You stop yourself before going further. “Sorry, that's too much truth.”

Price laughs, “Okay… Go eat. Think on this. Text me when you’ve eaten.”

You nodded. “Yes sir,” You did a little salute. Price moved and let you out from your spot. You opened the door and both of you walked out of your room. You, pretending like Price did not just have his tongue in your mouth, walked off for lunch. As you were leaving, Soap walked up. He looked at Price in confusion.

“Why were ya in her room?”

Price smiled at him. “We may be doing a team bonding exercise later.”

“What does that mean?” Soap was quick to ask. Price was quick to ignore. He started to walk off, away from Soap, agitating him. “C’mon! You can’t say that and then not elaborate!”

Your mind was racing the whole time you ate. You could only focus on one damn thing; your earlier actions. And Price's words. Heat prickled across your cheeks as you ate and you made up your mind.

You wanted to do whatever it was Price had been thinking about.

You finished up your food and began to head back to your room. You just had to get a hold of Price, you had to tell him what you had thought about. But not before coming face to face with Soap.

"What happened earlier?" His brows were furrowed and his lips were turned down. "Wait, have you been crying?"

You groaned. "Fuck, it's still noticeable?" You looked back at Soap, "Where's the Captain?"

It was his turn to groan, "I'll take you to him."

You smiled widely and thanked him. He began to lead you to the barracks, the men's barracks. Your stomach flipped and you felt butterflies instantly. You kept your eyes trained ahead, on the back of Soap. Your heart was racing and your cheeks were burning.

"Did Price get to you first?" Soap turned to ask.

You blinked at him, shocked. "Huh?"

He shook his head, mumbling 'nothing' before leading you Price's door. He knocked and there was silence for a minute, before the door opened. Price's eyes fell from Soap and back to you. Price smiled and motioned for you to come in.

Soap began to leave and you grabbed his hand. "Can he come in too?" Your words caught Soap's attention. He froze and looked back at Price.

Price's smile turned into a toothy grin. "Of course."

You pulled Soap in behind you and Price shut the door. You held Soap's hand like a lifeline, a nervousness taking over that only hand holding could help. Soap didn't seem to mind. You looked at Price with a curious expression and finally asked, "What now?"

"Well, we have to lay down some ground rules, and let Soap in on what's going on."

"Please fucking do! What's going on?"

Price looked at you, for you to tell him. Your stomach turned. You swallowed hard and looked at Soap, letting go of his hand. "Um, I talked with Price this afternoon, before I ate. I told him about-" your eyes cut from Soap to Price, who gave you an encouraging nod, "-about liking the four of you. I thought about it, like you asked," you looked to Price again, "and I'm up for-"

"A team bonding exercise?" Soap asked.

You nodded. "If you wanna call it that."

Soap very much so wanted to call it that. He wanted to bond with his men over you. You were unaware- oblivious to the fact that all of them seemed to want that. But, now, the opportunity had presented itself so perfectly. Soap wanted nothing more than to launch himself at you. But he waited.

"Go get Gaz and Ghost." Price looked at Soap before his eyes hit you. Your heart fluttered and you looked at Soap, who was ready to protest.

"Why do I have to go get them? Call them!" Soap's hand snaked around your waist.

"Soap…" Price's eyes narrowed. "I'll take care of her, go get them." Price pulled you from Soap's grasp and Soap groaned. He mumbled a 'whatever' under his breath and left the room.

You watched Soap refrain from slamming the door and moved your gaze to your Captain. You bit the inside of your lip and your arms instinctively wrapped around your waist, hugging yourself.

"C'mere." Price motioned you over. Your feet were heavy and your eyes were wide. You couldn’t move. You inhaled sharply and your hands dropped to your sides. Price watched you like a hawk, “You still up or this? You can back out at any time.” You only nodded. “We’ll set ground rules as soon as Soap gets back with the boys.”

“Until then?” You asked, head cocking to the side.

“We can do whatever you want.”

You nodded again. Anxiety crept in, and even though you knew you could do what you wanted, you needed to ask. “Can I kiss you?” You whispered. Price nodded. You were on him in an instant. Your lips were on his, arms wrapped around his neck. He smiled into the kiss. This time, you traced your tongue over his bottom lip. He eagerly opened his mouth for you, and your tongue slipped in.

Price’s teeth ever so slightly bit down, gently scraping your tongue. You moaned. Price smiled again. His hands rested on your hips and he pulled you closer to him. He began to back up and he soon reached his bed. He sat down on the edge of it and you froze. Suddenly, you were aware, very much so, of him and yourself. You looked at Price, he looked up at you through his lashes.

Without saying a word, he placed his hand on his upper thigh, and patted. Everything in you screamed for you to sit down, but you were stuck standing in front of him. Price’s lips turned downward and his brows furrowed. You shifted your weight and looked at him with an apologetic expression.

“Love,” Price reached his hand out for you, “what’s wrong?”

You grabbed his hand and sighed, “I don’t wanna sit on your lap because, what if-” You stopped yourself. Price’s brows furrowed and he asked for you to continue. You refused.

“I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

You threw your head back and whined, “I don’t wanna be too heavy.” You didn’t want to say it too loud. You felt silly enough already. But it was a real fear, being rejected because of your weight.

Price gave you a soft smile, “Don’t even think that way, I promise it’ll be fine.” Price motioned for you, once again, to sit on his lap. So, you did. You didn’t place all of your weight immediately, and he could tell you obviously didn’t want to. So he would coax you. You were sitting on one of his thighs, uncomfortably if you were being honest. Until Price took matters into his own hands.

Price’s heel rose from the floor, catching you off guard. Your back arched and you grabbed his shoulders. “What are you-” His foot dropped, taking all of you with it. All of your weight pressed down on his thigh now, and as soon as his foot hit the floor his hands were on your hips. You instinctively grinded into him and let out an embarrassing whimper.

The door of the room opened and you looked back, unmoving. Soap and Gaz walked into the room, and your heart jumped into your throat when Ghost walked in right behind them. He closed the door and everyone was staring at you. You wanted to hide your face but there was nowhere to hide. Your whole body was hot and you couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of their eyes on you and how good Price’s thigh felt against you. Price lifted his heel again, and before you could prepare yourself, it hit the ground. You moaned.

“What the fuck?” You grumbled.

“Sorry, love,” Price smiled, “I had to show them your reaction.” Price gripped your hip before releasing it and looking at the guys. “There are some things we need to go over before we get down to business.” Soap, Ghost, and Gaz all nodded, listening closely. “We need a safe word.”

They all looked at you. You were confused momentarily. “Uh, red? Like y’know, green, yellow and red? If I’m good I’ll tell you green, if I’m iffy I’ll tell you yellow, and red is just hard stop.”

They all nodded in agreement with you. Soap was the first to speak up, “What first?” You shrugged, feeling very shy all the sudden. Price gripped your hip before releasing it, and you looked at him for reassurance.

“You decide, darling.” Price looked back at the guys and then at you, “Who first?”

You said the first thing that came to your mind. “Gaz.” You looked back at him and watched him ball his fists, before relaxing. He smirked at you and Price stood you up. “You’re feelings aren’t hurt right?” You looked around the room.

“Bonnie,” Soap smiled at you, “we’ll all get a chance, no hard feelings.”

“You’re just saying that,” Gaz elbowed him, “You wanted to be first.” He then promptly ignored Soap’s angry stare and approached you. Price stood up from his bed and he, Ghost, and Soap watched you closely. Your body was set ablaze and you just focused on Gaz.

“Please, kiss me?” Your voice was soft, your arms behind your back. Eyes cutting through your lashes as you looked at Gaz. You did not have to ask again. He was on you instantly and his hands were cupping your face.

He backed you towards the bed and you fell down. You scooted up the bed and Gaz was on you again. This time, he was kissing your neck. Your mewls filled the room. You had no clue what to do with your hands. You were pulling at the sheets and then started to pull at Gaz’s shirt. He eagerly pulled it off.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes, yeah?” He asked, so politely, how could you deny him?

“I don’t know…” You answered. Suddenly, you couldn’t look him in the eyes. You were staring at the ceiling and playing with the cover beneath you.

“You don’t have to,” Gaz nuzzled your neck, nipping the sensitive skin. “We can work towards that.”

You nodded, “Okay,” a breathy whisper escaped you. Gaz worked wonder with his hands, he grabbed at your hips and his fingers ran up your side, just under your shirt, causing you to gasp. Goosebumps rose on your skin. With eyes shut tight, you spoke up, “You can take my shirt off.”

Gaz smiled into your neck and pushed himself up. You sat up and helped Gaz help you out of your shirt. You sat there in your bra and the cool air made you realize what you had just done. Your hands went to cover your abdomen and Gaz frowned. He placed a hand on yours but did not dare move your hands away from you.

“You’re beautiful… I-” He stopped himself, “We can show you that if we need to.”

You bit the inside of your lip, “I’m gonna be honest. I’ve never felt comfortable in these situations… Well, actually, I’ve never been in this situation, with multiple men… I never even felt comfortable with just one.”

The energy in the room shifted immediately. Before, it was just horny, then it quickly changed to something more serious. Gaz nodded, understanding. “We can stop if you get too uncomfortable. Where are you right now?”

“Green.” You grew more comfortable, even if it was just with him at that moment. You moved your hands from your stomach and placed them, palms down on the cover, beside you. Gaz gave you a soft smile and nodded. “You can continue.” You reassured him. He did just that.

You leaned back on the bed and let Gaz take over again. His hands ran up your sides and towards your bra. You arched your back and let him unclasp it. You shimmied out of it and he threw it to the side. You laid back on the mattress and looked up at Gaz, who was staring at you as if you were a gift from whatever God was listening to him when he prayed.

One of his hands moved for your chest and you gasped. His hands were warm and calloused and something about his touch was so calming. He massaged your breast and lowered himself to your neck again. Your back arched harder and your hips bucked upwards slightly, causing Gaz to groan into your neck.

You had almost forgotten other men were in the room. Almost. "Ugh" Soap groaned, "could you go any slower, Gaz?" You laughed at his remark. Genuine and loud. Gaz grumbled into your neck and pushed himself up.

"I'm going to ignore him now," Gaz looked dead at you, you were the only one in the room according to him. You smiled at him and nodded. Gaz kissed your jawline, down your throat and headed for your chest. He briefly paused at your nipples, a hand playing with one while the other got sucked on. You moaned and whined at him, the sound of the other men shuffling around the room not even detering you.

Gaz's hands moved towards your belt and you tensed. You said nothing though. But Gaz still noticed you tense. He froze and looked up at you, one of his brows cocking. "Green," you whispered, still focusing only on him. He gave a nod and made quick work of your belt. It was pulled off of you in no time. You kicked off your shoes and Gaz began to pull down your pants. You lifted your hips to make it easier, and soon enough you were just laying there in your panties.

You were nearly completely exposed to them. Your thighs, stomach, stretch marks, all of it on display. Part of you didn't care, but part of you was terrified. Gaz's fingers gently traced your stretch marks and you froze up.

"Yellow." You blurted out, without really thinking.

Gaz was off of you in an instant. "You okay, love?" Price and Gaz asked at the same time.

"Uh, sorry," You sat up, resting on your forearms, "not used to this attention. I was a little uncomfortable." They all looked at you, attentively. "We can continue."

"How would you feel…" Gaz trailed off, thinking hard, his fingers tracing patterns on your thighs again. "Sitting on my face?"

Your heart jumped into your throat. How were you going to survive? Your eyes widened and you pulled yourself up, trying to comfort yourself. "What if… what if it's too much?"

"What?" Gaz, seemingly genuinely confused, cocked his head. "What if what's too much?"

You gave him a deadpan expression as if he should know. "I don't wanna crush you with my thighs!"

"What an honorable and lovely way to go, though!" Gaz gave you a goofy grin.

You thought for a moment, "Okay, but can we do it my way?" You played with the sheets beneath you. Gaz hummed, asking what your way was. "Uh, you lay on the floor and I'll sit on your face." Your face was suddenly burning as you said the rest of your thought, "So I can I suck one of their dicks." Your words ran together and you tried to hide your face.

"Hey, no need to be shy now!" Gaz comforted you. "Anyway, I'm sure I know one of them is absolutely dying for you to suck his dick." Gaz whispered to you. You laughed, causing the others to wonder what was being said.

Gaz moved off of you and got on the floor. He laid down and patted his chin, waiting for you to get up and take a seat on his face. The others looked at you with confusion. They couldn't help but wonder what you had planned. You stood up and wondered how to not awkwardly take your panties off. You decided it didn't have to be awkward, you were with four men who were ready to throw themselves at you (well, Ghost hadn't yet…), you didn't need to feel so self conscious.

Yet, there you were, being self conscious. "Do you have to watch me while I take off my panties?"

"Well, what else are we supposed to watch, love?" Ghost adjusted himself, causing a pit to form in your stomach.

You grumbled a 'fine', and slid off your panties. You made your way to Gaz, who was more than ready to devour you. You got on your knees, one on each side of his head and looked at the other guys. Gaz placed his hands on your hips and pulled you closer down to him.

"Don't be afraid to sit all the way down." He smiled against your thigh, causing you to melt.

"Soap," You had said his name with a lust in your voice you weren't sure you were capable of. He perked up. "C'mere." You motioned for him to come over. He was on you as soon as possible.

"May I?" You grabbed up at his belt. Gaz kissed up your thigh, closing in on your pussy. Your thighs clenched around him without you meaning to and you immediately apologized.

"Fuck," Soap groaned, "You're so gorgeous…" That caused you to look back up at him through your lashes. Soap was promptly pulling his belt off for you. He unbuttoned and unzipped them so fast you were unable to process his movements.

Gaz licked a stripe up your pussy and you gasped. “Fuck…” Your voice was soft and weak. You focused back on Soap and looked up at him. Your hands moved to his waistband and you bit your bottom lip. You pulled at his underwear and you were immediately at eye level with his cock. Your hand wrapped around it and you began to softly pump it, the head already dripping precum. You slid his dick into your mouth.

Everything was going on at once. You were trying to focus on Gaz absolutely going to town on you, you were trying to focus on sucking Soap’s soul straight from his body, while also trying to focus on looking okay for Ghost and Price. Which, in all honesty, you didn’t need to try to do that at all. In their minds you were already perfect.

Soap’s cock hit the back of your throat and you gagged. You couldn't help it. Soap's hands tangled in your hair and he held you steady, which you were thankful for. Gaz was putting his mouth to good use and you needed all the help you could get. If you weren't so concerned with Gaz and Soap you would have heard Ghost and Price groaning and grunting on the other side of the room.

You looked up at Soap, tears pricking your eyes, and he pulled your hair, guiding you up and down his cock. "Good girl," he grunted, causing you to have a reaction.

Gaz was going to town under you. His tongue lapping you up as quickly as possible. His hands gripped your hips tight, holding you down while his fingers dug into the skin. You lost it. You settled completely on Gaz's face and moaned onto Soap's cock. Gaz's nose rubbed against your clit and you were sent over the edge immediately. You gripped Soap's outer thigh and tried your best to keep going as your first orgasm hit you. Soap saw you struggling and pulled away, leaving you a mess.

"Kyle!" You moaned out. Gaz did not slow. In fact, you saying his name only caused him to go harder. Your hands hit the floor and your nails dug into the wood. You started to grind onto Gaz's face, a whining and whimpering mess. No words were forming. At least not properly. "Please- Fuck, I-"

Gaz slowed and his grip loosened on you. You pushed yourself up, or tried, Gaz helped you move off his mouth and you were left sitting on your knees, hunched over and reeling.

"Holy shit."

"You still good?" Ghost asked from across the room. You nodded. "Wonderful, because we're just getting started."

You looked up and noticed Ghost was still in uniform. He had obviously been masturbating, but he was fully clothed. Price however, was not. He stood naked, his hand pumping away at his cock. You wanted him. He caught your glance and immediately stopped jacking off. You sat up straight but your eyes cut away from him.

"Mind if I join, dear?" He smirked at you. Words were still not forming. You motioned for him to walk over and made his way towards you. He easily pulled you up and walked you over to the bed. He set you down and you took a moment to catch your breath. You looked up at Price, and sighed.

"I forgot to mention," you finally formed a sentence, "I'm on birth control." Price smiled at this. It was your way of saying 'Please rawdog me right now' and he understood instantly. He lowered himself to your level, lips pressing to your ear.

"Wanna be on top?" Price whispered, chills running up your spine.

"I don't know…"

"Whatever you want to do is fine, love, but I'd love to watch you ride my cock-"

"Okay." You are hooked instantly. His tone, his accent? He did not have to repeat himself. Before you knew it, he was laying on the bed and you were positioned over him. You grabbed his cock and started to gently rub up and down it, before lowering yourself onto him. You whimpered, Price steadying you. He watched you closely. 

“Good girl, that’s it,” He grunted. His hands rested on your thighs. You were still so sensitive. You had a feeling you were going to be sensitive for the rest of the day.

“Captain…” You moaned out, not entirely sure where it came from. But it did something to Price. His hips bucked up immediately. You gasped. You were bouncing up and down, slowly at first. Your hands rested on Price’s chest to steady yourself, your legs still wobbly from the earlier interaction with Gaz.

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed through the room. Your whimpers and all of their groans and grunts filled the barracks, most likely. Your pace picked up and Price slapped his hand against your thigh, the smack ringing in your ears. The sting only turned you on more. “Fuck,” Price’s teeth were gritted, “love, you’re taking me so well.”

Your eyes shut tight and your mouth fell agape. One of your hands grabbed his, the one that rested on your thigh, and you were coming undone again. “John-” You stuttered out his name, “John, I’m gonna-”

Your movements slowed, but Price kept bucking his hips, causing your second orgasm to hit faster than you thought. A string of curses left your lips and your eyes rolled in the back of your head. Your stomach was in knots as you clenched around Price.

“Love, I’m-” He was so close… “Where?”

“Inside.” It was so clear and coherent. Price did not argue.

His hips bucked up a couple more times and suddenly he was cumming as well. You leaned down and your whole body tensed. The feeling of his cum spilling out and rolling down your thighs was all you could think about. Price pushed himself up and kissed you, catching you off guard. You were kissing until one of the guys stopped groaning and spoke up.

“My turn.”

You pulled away from Price and looked over your shoulder. Ghost. You blinked at him a few times and Price moved you off of him. He stood up and let Ghost approach you. Ghost looked at Soap and motioned for him to get behind you on the bed.

“This okay?” Soap asked.

“Yeah-” You started. Ghost clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Oh. Green.”

“Atta girl,” The tone in Ghost’s voice caught you off guard. You looked up at him with wide eyes. “Sorry, love,” He began to pull his pants down, “but I’m not letting you on top. And the mask isn’t coming off.”

You nodded. Soap was behind you holding you. You began to wonder if Soap and Ghost had done something like this before… You, however, did not wonder for long. Ghost was on you quick, his mask pulled up slightly to kiss you. His hand was placed under your chin, keeping you in place. He pulled away from you and looked down at you, his eyes locking with yours.

Ghost’s fingers slipped down to your dripping pussy and he slid two fingers into you. He kept eye contact with you as he fingered you. You shut your eyes as he hit a spot you had never had someone reach with just their fingers and he clicked his tongue again.

“Look at me.” Ghost’s voice was gruff. Your eyes snapped back open and your chest heaved. “Good girl.” You were stuck trying to form a sentence again, and the word Ghost slid from your lips, but nothing else was intelligible. “Simon,” He leaned down to your ear, “You can call me Simon.”

You were sent into a frenzy. Your hips bucked up and as he dragged his fingers out of you, your hips tried to follow. You were putty in his hands. You were a blubbering mess once again. Another orgasm hit and you cried out for Simon. Your eyes screwed shut and you gripped onto Soap, who was still right behind you.

Simon pulled his fingers from you and slid them into your open mouth. “Suck.” He demanded. You looked at him through half shut eyes and shut your mouth, sucking on his fingers. Simon smiled under his mask, you could see him smirking under it as you eagerly sucked his fingers. He removed them from your mouth with a ‘pop’ and you watched him, waiting for his next move. Waiting to see what was next.

Simon grabbed your chin and made sure you stayed looking at him. “I’m going to fuck you, is that alright?” You nodded and he continued, “Soap is going to be here for moral support.” He patted your thigh. Soap’s hands rested on your hips, and as Simon said that, he gripped you tighter and placed a kiss on your shoulder.

‘Fuck,’ You thought, reeling from everything going on, ‘I’m going to need fucking support?’ You prepared yourself for what was to come. Simon told you to position yourself, and Soap, seeming to know the drill, helped you while Simon took his clothes off. Simon was completely naked except for his mask, and you were staring. Staring, and staring. Your head was resting on Soap’s stomach, and Soap was leaning back against the headboard of the bed. Simon crawled onto the bed and leaned over you, angling himself at your entrance. His eyes cut to Soap and moved back to you.

“Green,” You were eager for him to continue. So he did. Simon’s hips thrusted into yours, his pace slow and steady. Your legs were quick to wrap around his waist and Soap rubbed your shoulders. He whispered how good you were, how amazing you had been, and how hot you looked taking Simon’s cock.

Your cries grew louder, and you begged and pleaded for Simon to go faster. Simon grunted as he did so. His pace picked up and you were being plowed into within seconds of asking. Your head rocked back and you looked at Soap.

“Johnny-” You whined, tears pricked your eyes, “Fuck-” You reached up for Soap, who was hard again, you could feel it, and you touched his face. Soap mumbled some swears but was quick to encourage you some more. “I can’t- Uhn-” Your legs tightened around Simon’s waist and you cried for him. His name ripped from your lips and you said it over and over. Moaning for more. Simon did not stop.

“You can-” Your words caught in your throat, “You can cum inside-”

Simon wasn’t far off from you. You were laying there, whining and mewling as he continued to wreck you. His thrusts began to pick up speed once more, until he finally came as well. His hips slowed slightly, and he placed his face in your neck. He moaned out your name and your stomach flipped.

Soap placed and a kiss on your forehead. “We can take a break if you need to?” You couldn’t answer. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Simon pulled out of you and you lied there in Soap’s arms for a moment, staring up at the ceiling. “Come on,” Price walked over to the bed, “Let’s get cleaned up.”

You didn’t move. Your legs felt wobbly and your brain was foggy. Your eyes cut over towards Price and you saw Gaz grow concerned. “You good?” He asked. You finally processed his words and gave a lazy thumbs up. This elicited a laugh from Simon.

After a couple minutes and Soap trying to get up, you stopped him. Your hand grabbed his bicep, “Wait,” Your voice was slightly hoarse from all the noises you had been making, “is this-” You froze momentarily, “Is this a one time thing?”

You could see them all look at each other and then back at you. They all started talking at the same time, “No!” “Of course not!” and “Do you want it to be?”

You sighed in contentment , “I think I could go for the occasional team bonding… If you guys are up for it of course!”

“Absolutely,” Simon leaned over you, “Now we really need to get this mess cleaned up.”

You smiled, agreeing, and let them help you. You had felt more confident than before, and while you knew you didn’t need to rely on others to make you feel that way, you hoped that whatever happened could continue.

[sserasin]

pool party for two

cw nsfw under cut, g!p yujin, female reader, pool sex, public sex, p in v, anal penetration, rimming, dumbification, degradation, use of degrading names (whore), whiplash at the switch up between degrading and praising, squirting

“i don’t know if this is a good idea,” you whispered as if anyone would be able to hear you over the stream of the pool water.

“nobody’s even here,” yujin whispered back, nuzzling her face in your neck. she litters tiny kisses on your neck, “please? it won’t mean anything, i just .. really wanna have sex in a pool.”

yujin was a lot more convincing than you thought she was. because somehow, you still ended up being impaled by her cock. the moonlight shone brightly, enhancing the sweat glistening on your skin.

the water splashes erratically around you as yujin fucks you as hard as the water will let her, your legs wrapped around her waist as she crowds you against the wall of the pool. “yuji—ahh,” you gasp sharply as the head of her cock presses a teasing kiss against the spongy spot inside your walls. “ri—right there.”

“right there?” she giggles, pressing a kiss to your jaw as she abruptly thrusts into the same spot. you let out a loud moan, and she tuts, “i thought you didn’t want to be found, baby. so quit making so much noise,” her fingers pull back your bottom lip, making you open your mouth for her to slide her fingers in. like instinct, you begin to suck on her fingers. she smiles to herself, so cute.

you whimper around her fingers as she twists and tugs at one of your nipples, speeding her hips up into the same spot. your eyes roll in the back of your head, legs twitching and slapping from around her hips. her free hand pulls you back up and closer to her than before. despite having her fingers in your mouth, you were still loud and could nearly be heard over the water.

“i think you want someone to come catch us,” yujin mutters in your ear as your bodies slap together, head thrown back. she can feel her orgasm coming, her words being rushed out, “have someone see you so vulnerable and exposed— see you being a whore,” she chuckles breathlessly, letting out a small moan as you clench around her. “what if it was one of my members, huh? i bet you’d still want them to catch us. you’re already their favorite unnie, i can’t imagine them seeing you like that.” a loud whine escapes your lips, yujin tugging her fingers out. “they’d probably just use the image to get themselves off later. cause they all know they’ll never have you, not like i can.”

“yujin,” you whine, reaching down between your bodies to rub circles on your clit but she quickly bats your hand away to do it herself. even though you would’ve done it the exact same way, her fingers felt better. “please, please—” your eyes dart around, knowing someone had to have heard you by now.

“you can come, baby,” she pulls you into an intense kiss, muffling your moans with her mouth. your eyes roll in the back of your head, tight coil in your stomach releasing. a thick, white coat of cum wraps around the bottom of yujin’s cock, slowly seen as you lift off her slightly.

yujin quickly stops you from moving off her, “what are you doing?”

you blink at her, out of breath, “um, getting dressed?”

“oh,” she blinks. “you thought i was done with you?” you blink back at her. “that’s cute,” she smiles, slipping out of you easily before making you sit on the step of the pool, more than halfway out the pool by now.

“what are you doing?” you shiver, feeling the cool breeze now that you were out of the water. the concrete on your bare skin was uncomfortable, but that left your mind as soon as she was in between your legs.

she doesn’t answer, spreading your legs to see your sopping wet cunt and your puckered hole. your pussy was practically begging for her to sink into you again, but she ignores the urge and focuses on your hole. her fingers ghost around, lathered with spit and pool water as she traces a finger around your rim slowly. your body twists, not expecting it.

“i— wha— right here?” you hiss, looking down at her.

“yes,” she smiles, entering her finger slowly until it met resistence. the stretch has you mewling in pain, brows furrowing as she hushed you, pressing soft kisses to your hip. “it’s okay, it’ll feel better soon. so good that you can’t even speak.”

“ah, ah, yujin..” you moan, eyes squeezing shut as you clench involuntarily.

“relax,” she soothes, “you’re doing so well.”

your muscles relax slowly, her finger stretching the tight walls out comfortably. she glances up, watching your face contort into pleasure and she smirks. she leans forward, adding her tongue with her finger. you gasp, hips bucking up but she quickly pushes your lower body down, leaving her hand on the bottom of your abdomen.

yujin’s tongue thrusts in and out of your hole, feeling the tight ring clench around her tongue and finger. you shriek loudly, hand coming to clasp around your mouth in fear of someone hearing you.

your free hand comes to shove her head further, her tongue finding every nook and cranny. you could feel her spit and your slick slipping down your cheeks, bringing a slightly uncomfortable feeling but the pleasure overrides it.

“dirty little girl,” she coos, pressing a kiss to your puckered hole. “gonna come just like this? with you so fucked out you’re drooling? just a dumb baby that wants to be fucked.” you can’t even try and combat her accusation— you weren’t drooling. (but you were.)

with her finger and tongue both at work, it doesn’t surprise you when you feel your legs twitching and a rough tug at the string keeping you together. but it felt different, like you were about to pee. in your midst of hazy glee, your eyes widen and you fight to try and get her off of you, but her hands keep yours pinned down, still tongue fucking you.

with a loud scream, your hips buck as a large gush of clear liquid gets yujin in the face, coating her entire face and your thighs. she’s looking down in surprise, before her face brightens.

“you just squirted!” she grins. “that was so hot, baby. think you can do it again?”

you are too far gone to coherently respond, instead loud babbles of incoherent gibberish leave your mouth. she giggles, pulling her finger out of you and presses a soft kiss to your cheeks, some of your release getting on your own face.

“maybe not tonight, hm?” she whispers, pulling your bikini back on as best as she could with you still laying down. “come on, let’s get back to the room.”

[sluts4matt]

Hey could you write something about you being the new neighbor bc you’re doing au pair and Chris comes to talk to you and it leads you going to his house one day and you guys fuck? Thanks

HELLO NEIGHBOR

pairing: rough!dom chris x latina!reader

summary: meeting a cute boy with brown hair and blue eyes when you moved to LA wasn't a part of your bingo card. you had absolutely no regrets though, especially when your new friendship takes a turn.

warnings: SMUT, oral (male and female receiving), teasing, pet names (use of ma and princess), dry humping, fingering, dumbification, choking, and degrading, praising if you squint, p in v (wrap it up ladies and gents), overstimulation, dacryphilia

word count: 3172

authors note: i strayed off the path a little bit, but i tried to keep the main point

music blared from your earbuds as you went to the moving truck to redeem more of your items from it. you almost didn't notice the attractive male that walked up behind you.

the boy tapped you shoulder, startling you. you turned around and was meant with a sheepish smile as you pulled an ear bud from your ear. "hello?" you smiled in confusion.

"sorry for scaring you," he laughed. you couldn't help the immediate swarm of butterflies in your stomach.

"it's okay," you smile, "can i help you?"

"i was just wondering if i could help you with your things." he said, his hand reaching up to scratch the back of his head.

"oh," you squeak, a nervous smile grazing your lips. "um, yeah, sure," you said as you turned back to the truck. the boy followed.

"i'm chris, by the way," he smiled, looking down at the ground as he walked. "oh, i'm y/n," you say, earning a hum in return. "that's a pretty name," he spoke up, grabbing the box you were about to grab.

"thanks," you blushed, turning away quickly.

the rest of the process went smoothly, small talk was made as well as a couple of jokes here and there. once you were done, chris gives you his number, swearing the two of you have to become friends.

"text me some time," he smiled, walking away and leaving you a flustered mess.

only a month had passed but yours and chris' friendship seemed to be blossoming quickly. currently, you were heading downstairs. chris had stated he needed to talk to you and that it was urgent.

so here you were, rushing over to his house in nothing but some pajama shorts and an oversized hoodie. you rang the doorbell and was greeted by one of his brothers, "where's chris?" you ask.

"his room," the boy states, "thanks nick," you smile, going down to chris' room. "chris?" you question, knocking on the door. "took you long enough," he sighed, swinging the door open.

you were pulled into the room by your sweater, the door shutting behind you. "what's so urgent?" you ask, crossing your arms. "oh," chris nervously laughs, scratching the nape of his neck.

"chris," you say, "i was bored," he stated sheepishly, a pink hue spreading across his face. you stared at him for a moment your eyes narrowing. "i... was just getting ready to go to bed," you said slowly, a blush creeping up on your face.

"and now you can sleep here," he shrugged, not realizing his words until your cheeks grew pinker. the tips of your ears turned pink as you cleared your throat, hoping to clear some of the not so innocent thoughts that clouded your mind at the current time.

"um," you squeaked, clearing your throat. "uh," you tried again. chris stared at you, waiting for you to say something. "sorry, what?" you said, blinking. you were ashamed that the only thing you could see when you looked at him was his hands around your throat.

"do you wanna play a game?" chris asks, changing the topic. you gulp, nodding. "cool," he grins, walking over to his play station turning it on. he sat on the edge of his bed, patting the seat next to him.

"what are we playing?" you ask, sitting down next to him. "fifa, maybe? or just some mortal combat," he suggests. "mortal combat, maybe?" it was game you were familiar with, so therefore you hoped it would distract you.

you had no idea how wrong you were. "i'm gonna kick you ass," you giggle as he clicks the game, "yeah, okay, ma," he stated, sending a shiver down your spine. "i'm a fucking master at this game," he laughed, not noticing your change of posture.

"prove it," you challenged, your voice low. he smirked, looking at you. he noticed the shift in your behavior and it only boosted his ego. "i'm gonna beat your ass at this game, princess," he smirked.

you shivered.

"are you cold?" he asked, a cocky smirk on his face as he tilted his head. you were absolutely fucked. "n-no," you stutter, clearing your throat.

he clicked a few more buttons, handing you a controller. "ready, princess?" he asked. your breathing quickened. you nodded, gripping the controller in your hands.

you couldn't even remember when you had died, let alone how many times you had died. all you knew was chris had a hand wrapped around your throat at the very moment, pressing your body into his mattress as he hovered over you.

"you think i wouldn't notice, huh?" he cooed, his thumb caressing your throat. "what were you thinking 'bout in that pretty head of yours hmm?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.

"n-nothing," you mumbled, his hand squeezing the sides of your neck. "nothing? then why were you so distracted, ma?" he asked, his eyes scanning your body.

"was thinking about-" you cut yourself off. you couldn't admit that to him, could you?

"about what, ma?" he pushed, his knee sliding between your thighs. a whimper left your lips as you bucked your hips against his leg, desperate for any sort of relief. he caught on, pushing his knee up into you clothed cunt, the thin fabric you have covering it not doing much for you.

"chris," you moan, your hands reaching to grip the hem of his hoodie.

"c'mon, ma, use those pretty words," he smiled innocently, grinding his knee into your cunt. "y-your hands," you breathed, tears welling up in your eyes from the heat building in your stomach. "that's what's got you so riled up?" he asks, running his hand down from the base of your neck to your right boob.

he cupped the mound, squeezing. a soft whimper left your lips, "fuck chris," you squeak, in warning. he pulls his knee back, your hips following him as a needy whine leaves your mouth.

"so pathetic, about to cum on my knee," he tsked, his hand trailing up to your chin, his pointer finger and thumb grabbing ahold of your chin and forcing you to look at him. "chris," you whine, a huff leaving your lips.

"don't get all bitchy," he scoffed, squeezing your jaw. "don't wanna see that bratty behavior." he added, a small smile tugging at his lips. you were a mess underneath him and he took pride in that, knowing he was the reason for your current state.

"c'mon ma, use those big girl words and tell me what you want," he said, his grip on your jaw loosening as his hand ran down to the bottom of your hoodie. his fingers dipped in the waistband of your shorts, smirking at how loose they were.

"please touch me," you begged, your fingers tugging at his hoodie. a chuckle left his mouth as he dipped his fingers past the hem of your shorts and into your underwear. a small sigh left his lips when he felt the wet spot that had formed in your panties.

"so fucking wet," he said, pulling his hand out and bringing his hand to his lips, licking the pad of his middle finger. you whined at the lack of contact, your eyes fluttering shut.

"keep 'em open, sweetheart," he smirked, pushing the fabric to the side. you felt the bed dip before a small gasp left your mouth when his mouth latched onto your clit, sucking harshly.

"oh god," you moan, arching your back off the bed. your hand went to grip the sheets, your knuckles turning white as he ate you out like a starving man.

"fuck," he groaned, the vibrations making your head spin. he slipped his index finger into your cunt, pumping the digit slowly. he curled his finger, a moan falling from his lips as he watched your mouth fall open.

"feels so good," you moan, bucking your hips. chris used his free hand to push your hips into the bed, holding you still as he sped up his actions. a second finger was added and chris started to move his fingers quicker. the wet noises of your cunt could be heard, adding onto the dirty sounds of chris eating you out.

"gonna cum," you breathe, the heat in the pit of your stomach growing. a third finger was added, causing you to arch your back. "don't stop," you begged, a high-pitched whine leaving your mouth.

a muffled 'never' could be heard from him. "fuck, so good," you praised, feeling your climax grow closer. chris pulled back, a string of spit and slick connecting his mouth and your cunt. "gonna be a good girl and cum for me?" he asks, his fingers hitting a spongy spot.

"fuck," you squeal, "fuck, mhm," you babbled, clenching around his fingers. your legs shook, "right there," you cry, his tongue lapping at your clit as he fingered you. "such a good little slut," he praised, watching as your orgasm crashed into you.

you squirted on his face, a gasp leaving your lips. chris lapped up the juices, his fingers pumping slower, allowing you to come down from your high. "so beautiful," he cooed, placing a soft kiss on your clit, causing you to twitch.

"wanna suck you off," you whine, a desperate plea leaving your lips. chris nodded, getting up and kneeling beside the bed. you sat up, scooting forward.

you pulled his sweats and briefs down, his hard cock springing out. pre-cum was already leaking out of the tip, the vein on the underside of his cock bulging. "so pretty," you praised, running your finger along the vein, collecting the pre-cum.

he let out a small his, tangling his hand in your hair. "pretty little cockwhore," he cooed, pulling on your hair. a moan left your mouth, "so eager for my cock, aren't ya?" he asks, rubbing the head of his cock along your lips.

"so pretty," he smiled, pushing his dick into your mouth. a whine left your mouth as he slid his cock further into your mouth. a small groan left his lips as he reached the back of your throat, a small gag leaving your mouth.

"you were made for my cock," he groaned, thrusting his hips forward, his cock hitting the back of your throat. a few tears sprung from the corners of your eyes, but nothing other than pleasure could be seen on your face.

"gonna make me cum down that pretty throat, huh?" you hummed, looking up a him through your lashes. "so good with that pretty mouth," he praised, making a makeshift ponytail. your scalp burned as he his grip tightened.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you hollowed your cheeks, swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock. a moan left his mouth, the noise sounding absolutely wrecked. "fuck," he breathed, his chest heaving.

you looked absolutely filthy; mascara and eyeliner littered tears running down your cheeks, drool dripping down the sides of your mouth, eyes half lidded, and chris' cock shoved down your throat. he loved it.

he could feel the heat in his stomach grow, his orgasm nearing. a muffled whine left your mouth as he pushed your head down, "such a pretty cum slut," he moaned, the vibrations around his cock making him groan.

he came down your throat, the warm substance filling your mouth. his grip loosened and he pulled out of your mouth. his cum dripped from the sides of your mouth, mixing with the drool.

you swallowed the milky substance, sitting up on your knees.

chris looked down at you, a smile tugging on his lips, "such a good little slut," he praises, using the pads of his thumbs to wipe away the remnants of his cum from the corners of your mouth.

he sat down on the bed pressing his lips to yours, as he pulled you to his lap. he broke the kiss to slide your hoodie up your body, reconnecting his lips to yours.

his hands rested on the skin of your ass that the fabric of your shorts didn't cover, kneading the flesh with his hands. a moan left your mouth when chris moved his lips down to your neck, leaving purple and red marks.

"chris," you breathed, grinding your hips into his. "wanna wreck you," he breathed, his grip tightening. "please," you begged, a desperate plead. he stood, dropping you onto his bed. "ass up," he instructed, smacking your thigh.

you got onto your hands and knees, chris stripping his hoodie and shirt. he got onto his knees behind you, pulling your shorts down. a groan left his mouth as he pulled them down, your juices sticking to the fabric. "such a pretty pussy," he moaned, his thumb tracing over your cunt.

a shaky moan left your lips, a needy whine following, "chris, please," you pleaded. chris chuckled, his hand rubbing your ass. a yelp left your mouth when his hand met the flesh of your ass.

a moan slipped past your lips, the burn from the slap going straight to your cunt. "such a needy slut," he cooed.

"you look so pretty with my handprint on that pretty ass of yours," he praised, grabbing the globes of your ass and massaging them. a choked moan left your mouth as he lined his tip up with your cunt.

chris grabbed his shaft, tapping the head of his dick on your clit. he watched the way you clenched around nothing, his eyes rolling back. "so wet," he whispered, slowly pushing his cock into your cunt. a moan left his mouth as he sunk into you, bottoming out.

"fuck," you whine, burying your head into his pillow. "fuck," chris mimicked, his hand moving your hair to the side. "such a pretty little cockslut," he smirked, slowly pulling his hips back. you chased his hips, pushing your ass back.

"fuck yourself," he ordered, one of his hands going to the headboard while the other goes to your back. you nodded, starting to rock your hips. soft moans left your mouth, as you bounced your ass back.

you sped up, the coil in the pit of your stomach growing tight. you cried out when you hit your g-spot, the noise making chris snap. he pulled out, flipping you over and putting your legs over his shoulders.

he lined his cock up and thrusted back in. a scream left your mouth, his pace immediately brutal. "so good for me," he praised, his hand wrapping around your throat. his other hand rested on the bed beside you, helping him balance as his pace didn't slow.

"fuck," you choked, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. "so pretty," he breathed, his grip on your neck tightening. the coil in your stomach snapped, the air in your lungs being knocked out as you squirted.

"such a good girl," chris praised, not stopping his thrusts. a loud whine left your lips as you reached down to his wrist, pulling his hand away from your throat. he got the memo, intertwining his fingers with yours as he pinned them above your head. he leaned down to kiss you, your legs pushing further against your body, causing him to hit deeper.

"oh, god," you moaned, breaking the kiss. "right there," you choked, tears rolling down your face. chris smirked, hitting the spot again. "right there, ma?" he teased, earning a weak nod from you.

chris loved the sight below him. your eyes rolled back, lips slightly parted, hair a mess. a few tears running down your cheeks. "such a pretty little slut," he groaned, "mmm," you moaned out pathetically in response, earning a smirk from chris.

"what was that ma?" he asked, slamming into your cunt, making a wet sound. "cumming," you squealed, your body going limp. there wasn't a thought in your brain other than the way chris felt inside of you currently.

"cumming?" he asked, his smirk turning cocky. "such a slut, cumming on my cock, what twice? and i haven't even came once," he tsked. a pathetic whine left your lips. he let go of one of your hands and his free one went down to rub circles on your clit.

"gonna cum on my cock again?" he asked, his voice low. you nodded, not trusting your words. you couldn't even form a coherent sentence if you wanted to. the only thing on your mind was his cock.

"so cute," he cooed, "all dumb for my cock," he smirked, his hips starting to stutter. his words sent you over the edge, your legs shaking as you came again. a loud whine left your mouth. "such a dumb slut hmm," he asked, a groan leaving his lips.

"mhm," you hummed, tears rolling down your face. "so pretty," he praised, his hand moving from your wrist to swipe away some tears. your hands found his back, nails digging in harshly earning a hiss from him.

"oh, god," he groaned, the coil in his stomach growing tighter. "gonna cum in this pretty pussy," he moaned, "fill you up so well." his words earned another pathetic whine from you. "please," you begged, the word leaving your mouth like a prayer.

"yeah?" he asked, his hips beginning to lose rhythm, "want me to cum inside my dumb little slut?" you nodded, a sob leaving your lips. "please," you said again.

"so fuckin' dumb," he groaned, his grip on your thigh tightening. he slammed his lips onto yours, biting your bottom lip as his hips lost their rhythm completely, his cock twitching inside of you as he came. a moan left his mouth as you clenched around him.

he pulled back, his eyes meeting yours, "such a dumb little slut," he chuckled. a smile tugged at his lips as his chest heaved, his body collapsing onto yours. a small gasp left your lips, his cock still buried inside of you.

"such a pretty little cumslut," he cooed, placing a kiss on your cheek. "so dumb," you giggled, making him laugh. "let me clean us up, yeah?" he asked, earning a hum.

he pulled out of you, causing a hiss to leave your mouth. he grabbed a towel from the floor, wiping his dick off before coming back and wiping up your thighs. "so good for me, baby," he smiled, throwing the towel somewhere else in his room.

"can i cuddle you?" you asked, earning a laugh. "i just railed you," he laughed, "you don't have to ask, ma," he chuckled, grabbing a blanket and throwing it over the both of you. he laid next to you, pulling you closer.

"i'm sorry i was mean," he said, you tilted your head, confused, mean, when? "during," he clarified, "oh," you smiled, shaking your head. "i liked it," you laughed.

"good," he stated, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "go to sleep," he added. a yawn escaped your lips, snuggling closer.

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[etfrin]

⤷❝Fantasize❞ | Ethan Landry

Warning - NSFW | knife play (small cuts), blood play, breath play, riding, p in v sex, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), tiny bit of degradation | lmk if I forgot anything

Summary — smut / for once he wanted you to hold the knife and see how pretty he would look with cuts made by you, another way to mark the infamous Ghostface as yours | masterlist | bc:@cafekitsune

Gf! Ethan Landry x Female! reader

“I fantasize about it all the time

If you were mine

I'd give this pussy to you, nine-to-five, five-to-nine”

The song was fading into the background as the sounds of Ethan's pants seemed much more delicious to your ears.

He was sprawled on the bed for you, his brown eyes pleading for something, anything. His curls stick to his forehead. His cock throbbing inside your cunt, twitching with every little movement you made, leaking his pre-cum onto your walls.

You kept your grip on the knife firm. Making sure your hand wasn't shaking or anything as you led the tip of the blade near his jaw. "You would look cute with a cut here," you whispered absent-mindedly, too focused on this to notice how his eyes turned so desperate to feel the sharpness of the knife on his skin.

His hips thrust into you, making you moan in surprise and jolting you out of your thoughts. The knife fell onto the side of his head, and your walls tightened around his length as he began to hit your G-spot repeatedly.

You let yourself enjoy his sloppy yet accurate thrusts. Before you take the knife again and press the silver blade on his cheek. The sharpness of it cuts the skin, just a small cut, letting the blood ooze out and cover the blade.

Ethan groaned, "Oh- ah fuck, darling!" As the pace of pounding broke down to something slower he was getting used to the sting of the cut. You lean down, your tongue pressed against the cut, licking away the blood. Near his ear, you let out a loud moan, "You like this? God, you're such a pathetic fuck."

His hip rutted into you so deep that you almost couldn't keep balance. He whines, "Baby, please more." Who were you to deny him? So you pressed a kiss to the first cut of many, letting your lips get painted by his blood. Before you leaned back. One hand on his shoulder for balance and another holding the knife.

The rest of the cuts litter down from his chest to his torso. Red beads of blood on his skin. He looked like a painting. You wanted to take a picture. Instead, your fingers swipe the blood around his body, all over his skin. Your hand was bloody red from the action.

Tears of pleasure fell from his eyes. You bite your lower lip, the thrusts so far had been shallow, half-minded because you were both focused on this instead but now that he was covered in his blood, tears spilling like the pathetic sweet boy he is despite being a killer, it was about time you began to ride him. Take your pleasure from his cock.

The sound of your moans and his groans filled the room, overpowering the music playing in the background. You raise yourself so only the tip of his dick remains in your warmth before falling back down on his cock for a deeper fuck. You continue this until you're sweating, your throat sore from the whines leaving your lips. Your thighs ache but you don't stop, dragging yourself on his cock over and over again. Your tits bouncing, his hands grab the round flesh, kneading it. His hips meeting yours.

Both of your hands now were on his shoulders for support as you continued to ride his thick length. The cuts had stopped bleeding, and the salty smell of blood seemed to make you more aroused, making you bounce on his dick even faster than before. The blood was nearly dry on his body.

You lean your head down, one of your hands around his throat, not squeezing but just there as a presence as your tongue comes out to lick one of the wounds clean. He lets out a deeper, raspier groan as he feels you do this.

His hands grip your hips, and he holds tight enough to bruise the skin. He helps to set the pace again. You keep taking him to the hilt, your tongue busy lapping up the blood, ravishing the taste of it.

Your hand on his throat tightened, restricting his breathing just a bit. His hands hold you down as his hips begin to snap, hitting your bundle of nerves over and over again. You moan his name again and again as you feel yourself getting closer.

"Ethan," you whispered, your lips brushing against his chest, "Close."

He closes his eyes, dried stains of tears on his cheeks. "Me too," he whined loudly.

The pace gets faster, uncoordinated but so much better. Your thighs tense and you let out a deep moan. Your eyes roll back from the pleasure. Your hand squeezed his throat as your walls spasm around his cock.

He gasps as he feels your walls flutter, begging him to cum inside and paint your insides. He lets out a whimper as with one final thrust, his cock cums into you. Thick white ropes of his seed dripping down your cunt because that's how much the load was.

Oh, he felt so glad that he admitted this fantasy to you. He loved you for indulging him like this.

AN: hope y'all liked this one, tried something new :)

[barleyo]

Don't Run, Rabbit.

Tsukishima Kei X F! Reader (smut)

A/N: Barley wrote something that's not dark content for the first time in forever alert!!! Get excited guys, whoop-whoop! Side-note, I'm literally in love with Tsukishima and I need to have him. That's why this is long as shit. #tsukkiloversunite

Tags: timeskip Tsukki (obv you nasties!!), roleplay, switching dominance (m and f), werewolf x bunny trope, p in v, breeding kink,

Wordcount: 4.4k

You and your boyfriend, Tsukishima, decided to have a movie night at your house. He got a kick out of watching you get scared and cling onto him, so he decided to pop on a horror movie, something spooky with werewolves.

"You scared yet?" He asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes while he peered at you over his glasses.

He let out a 'tch' sound when you shook your head.

The movie reached the halfway mark, and the main villain, a giant half-man, half-wolf monster trapped the female main character against a wall. The camera zoomed into the slow motion bite the werewolf took into the girl's neck.

Your eyes widened slightly at the scene. You couldn't help the blush that appeared on your face the longer the movie dragged out the scene. It seemed more like a porno than a horror movie with each bite the werewolf left in the girl, licking over each bitemark he left.

Your boyfriend, being the observant bastard he was, took notice of your behavior immediately and smirked.

"What, are you into this shit or something?"

"Wha—? No, what are you saying? Of course not," you said, pushing his shoulder, face still warm. "Just mind your own! Watch the movie."

You placed your hands on each side of your face, keeping them straight to try and block his view of your embarrassed face, an obvious tell. 

He raised an eyebrow at your reaction, that smirk still plastered on his face.

"Your face is red as a tomato and you're trying to cover it. Are you sure you aren't into it?" He teased, poking your cheek.

He grabbed your wrists and moved your hands away from your face, his smirk growing wider at the sight of your flushed expression.

"Oh, wow," he snickered, "your face and ears are red. Very suspicious."

"Shut up," you mumbled, internally cringing at how you had been called out. "My face is not red, and I am not 'into' whatever you're trying to imply, thank you very much!" 

Your voice got more high and defensive by the second, trying and failing to cover up the way  his teasing paired with the semi-erotic scene of the movie made you feel.

He chuckled at your defensive reaction, his smirk turning into a full-on grin.

"Ooh, denial," he said, resting his arm around the back of the couch. "It looks good on you." He shifted closer to you on the couch, leaning in to whisper into your ear. "You know, you're very cute when you're flustered," he teased, gently nipping your earlobe in the process.

You flinched as he grazed his teeth over your ear, slipping away from him in embarrassment. 

"Ack—!" You turned away from him, swatting at him with your hand.

He chuckled at your flustered reaction, scooting closer to you once again. 

"Aw, look at you, trying to run away. He gently grabbed your ankle and tugged you toward him. "Are you getting shy off a little nip? How sweet." He moved closer until he was hovering over you, pinning you to the couch with his arms on either side of your head. "Admit it. This movie is getting you turned on," he said, looking down at you with a smug expression. "You're probably into that whole monster-fucking thing, aren't you?"

You turned your head away from him, trying to hide your face in the crook of your shoulder.

"No, I'm not, don't say that," you whined, you legs and feet squirming in an attempt to keep yourself from squealing.

He chuckled at your desperate attempt to hide your face and avoid the topic. He gently lifted your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"You're such a bad liar," he teased, his smirk never leaving his face. "Your face always gives it away."

He leaned closer, his lips grazing your jawline, leaving a trail of feather-light kisses up to your ear.

"It's okay, you know," he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. "I won't judge you for your nasty, little kink."

"Ugh, stop saying that!" You wiggled a little more, but didn't push him off. "It's not a kink, it's just— it's nothing," you mumbled again.

He chuckled once again at your protest, clearly enjoying teasing you. 

"Oh, it's definitely a fetish," he teased, his hand slowly trailing up your side, his touch sending chills down your spine.

"And there's nothing wrong with that," he said, his lips brushing against your neck, nibbling on a sensitive spot. "It's cute how embarrassed you are over it. You act like I don't already know half of the stuff you're into."

You faltered at the way he brushed it off, not weirded out by it. You craned your head to give him better access to your neck.

"So— so what, then? What are we gonna do about it then?" you asked nervously, trying to stop yourself from stuttering or coming off as ashamed.

He could practically hear the worry in your voice despite the tough attitude you tried to put up.

"Oh-ho, so you finally admit it?" He teased, grinning as he continued to trail kisses down your neck, his hand slowly tracing up your torso. "Well, if my cute girlfriend has a thing for monsters, I suppose it's my duty to satisfy that little kink of hers, don't you think?"

You got brave for a moment and decided to say something way out of character, pushing past your nerves.

"So, are you gonna be my monster tonight?" 

You immediately widened your eyes, surprised by the tone you took and the words that came out of your mouth. 

He froze for a moment, clearly taken aback by your unexpected boldness. A half of a moment later, however, he let out a low chuckle, a approving smile spreading across his face. 

"Look at you, getting all feisty," he said, his hand pausing in its exploration of your body. "You really want me to be a monster, huh?" he teased, his touch resuming as he shifted to hover over you again. "Do you know what happens to naughty girls who tease monsters?"

You shook off the rest of your shyness and got into the zone, sensing that your boyfriend was equally as turned on. Wrapping your legs around him and flipping him over on his back, you sat straddled over him and leaned over his face, inches away from his lips while you answered his question.

"They get devoured, don't they, Kei?"

He snickered as you flipped him over, clearly enjoying the unexpected change of power dynamics. He watched you with a mixture of amusement and desire as you straddled him, leaning over him with that sultry expression.

When you uttered that bold reply, he couldn't repress the grin that tugged at the corners of his lips. He was enjoying this little game a bit too much.

"You're starting to get so spicy, tonight," he murmured, his hands now wrapped around your waist.

"Who, me? Nah," you said, your smirk growing on your face. "Now, are we gonna finish the movie or what?"

You raised yourself on your knees, ready to remove yourself from his lap so you both could get back to the movie.

He chuckled as you teasingly denied his comment, loving the playful banter between the two of you. When you started to move off his lap, he tightened his grip on your waist, keeping you in place.

"Oh no, you don't," he said, still grinning. "You're staying right where you are."

He gently tugged you back down onto his lap, his hands roaming up and down your thighs. 

"And forget about the movie," he added, his gaze fixed on you. "I'm much more interested in playing with you now."

You felt him hike you forward in one swift motion.

"You're such a tease," he murmured, his eyes fixed on yours. "Trying to leave me already? Did you really think I was gonna let you go that easily?" He pulled you closer to him, his legs trapping you in his lap. "Just for that little stunt, I'm gonna keep you right here," he said. "You're not going anywhere until I say so."

"Ah, I'm not? Well then," you said, slowly making circles with your hips over his lap, "I guess I'll just have to let you do whatever you want, hm, Mr. Werewolf-Boyfriend?"

He inhaled sharply as you began moving your hips over his lap, his grip on your thighs tightening. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he watched you with desire and amusement.

"Mr. Werewolf-Boyfriend, huh?" he replied, his voice dripping with mock condescension. "You're really getting into this monster schtick, aren't you?"

He pulled you even closer, effectively trapping you against his body, and leaned in to nibble on your shoulder.

"Mm," you hummed, melting in his arms. You let him continue for a second before you remembered something, snapping to back to attention. "Babe, wait, I have something prepared for a moment like this." You tried to wriggle out of his grasp to go fetch it.

He let out a low growl of protest as you began to struggle against his grip, his hands gripping you even tighter as he tried to keep you in place.

"H-Hey, where are you going?" he asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice. 

But when you mentioned you had something prepared, his curiosity outweighed his possessiveness, and he reluctantly loosened his grip on you.

"Alright, alright," he said, releasing his hold on you. "You can go get whatever you need. Just don't take too long."

You ran into your bedroom and came out with a plastic bag from a local sex-toy shop. 

"I brought this just— just, like, in case, you know? Anyways..."

You pulled out to werewolf ear hair clips and handed them to him. 

"There, put those on, and I'll put these on too," you said. You placed a pair of bunny ears on your head and jokingly twitched your nose at him.

He stared at the contents of the bag with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, his eyebrows raising slightly as you handed him the werewolf ear hair clips.

"You went out and bought this stuff yourself?" he asked, surprise in his voice. He scoffed as he examined the accessories, his finger tracing the outline of the clip. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?"

He slipped the werewolf ear clips into his hair, letting out a mock growl as he did so. He then looked at your bunny ears, palming his hard-on while he watched you adjust them.

You bit your lip at the sound of his growl, giggling softly. You looked through the bag one final time and felt a bit hesitant, unsure of whether or not to pull out the last two items in the bottom of it. 

He snorted as you giggled at the growl, enjoying how bubbly you got about such a small sound. He watched as you rummaged through the bag, his curiosity piqued. He noticed the brief hesitation in your movements, and he couldn't help but wonder what else you had prepared.

"What's that, hm?" he asked, a pout playing on his lips. "What else do you have in there? I'm starting to wonder if you're hiding anything else in that little bag of wonders."

You sighed and pulled out a collar and leash.

"I just didn't know how you would feel about these— I mean, we don't have to use them, I just got them just in case, like— just in case we would need them, or— or if—!" You stumbled over your words roughly, babbling a bit while you tried to explain yourself.

He let out a low whistle as you pulled out the collar and leash, his eyebrows raising in surprise. He watched as you fumbled over your words, trying to explain.

"Oh, now that's something I didn't expect," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. He chuckled at your flustered state, seeing how worked up you were.

"So, you got those just in case, huh?" he asked, taking the collar from you and admiring it. "And who, exactly, did you intend on having wear this?"

"Well, read the tag and find out."

"Good Boy," he read aloud, his eyes flicking up to meet your gaze. "Well well, you've really gone all out on this, haven't you?" he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You're determined to play the role of my little bunny prey, aren't you?"

Kei handed the collar and leash back to you.

"Put it on me, then."

You fidgeting with your hands excitedly before unclipping the collar.

"Lean forward, m'kay?"

He laughed softly, amused by your excitement as you unclipped the collar. He obeyed your command and leaned forward, his eyes fixed on you with curiosity. His head tilted to one side slightly, exposing his neck so that you could put the collar on him.

"Like this, bunny girl?" he teased, his tone playful.

You nodded and put the collar onto him, attaching the leash onto it.

"Comfy?"

You had a loose grasp on the leash, waiting for him to answer.

He ran his fingers over the collar around his neck, adjusting it slightly. It clung snugly to his skin, but not uncomfortably so. 

"Yeah, it's comfortable," he replied, his voice dripping with pure amusement. He leaned back slightly, letting the leash hang loose in your grip. "So, what now?"

"I've got to fix your clips for you, first off, you said. Taking the wolf ears out of his hair, readjusted them and clipped them back in.

"How do I look?"

"You look.." you paused, watching him close his mouth, lick over his teeth, and flash them at you like a true werewolf, "so hot, babe."

"Yeah? You like them, huh?" Kei teased, hair slightly messy from the clips. "You think I look hot as a werewolf monster?"

You tightened your grip on the leash and tugged him forward roughly as you unzipped his pants, freeing his length.

"So hot," you repeated to answer his question, yanking the leash so he would look up at you. You removed your panties and tossed them, grinding your slick folds over his dick.

He let out a low growl as you suddenly rubbed over him and tugged on his leash, pulling him closer to you. He looked up at you obediently as you yanked on the leash, his golden-brown eyes locked on your face.

"Is that so?" he said, his voice lower and a bit gruff from the arousal. He felt his heart start to speed up at the way you suddenly took control. "You like having your little monster on a leash, do you? Is that how you want me? Leashed for you?"

You grabbed Kei's face in your hands, rubbing softly under his chin and on his cheeks as if you were petting him.

"Mm, no," you said in a low tone, nuzzling your nose against his, "I want you fucking into me, but that will come soon enough, Mr. Werewolf."

He leaned into your touch, his eyes closing slightly as you rubbed under his chin and against his cheeks. However, your words and the feeling of you nuzzling your nose against his piqued his attention, and he opened his eyes again.

He huffed out a breath, the sexual tension  making it more of a growl than a normal exhale. "Is that so? You think a slutty bunny like you deserves to get fucked?" he challenged, his voice still gruff. "I don't think you do."

"I'll just do what bunnies are best at to convince you," you said coolly, wrapping the leash around your palm, ready to tug it whenever necessary. 

Kei felt his heart race a bit faster as you tightened your grip on the leash, his eyes flicking down to watch your movement. 

He raised an eyebrow at your words, "Oh, and what's that? Running and hiding?" he asked, unable to resist the urge to push your buttons a little.

"No."

You yanked the leash roughly, pulling him forward. Your tone became cold and rough, but still flirtatious.

"Bunnies are best at bouncing." 

You blew a puff of air over his face, chuckling at him as he blinked quickly in response.

"They're pretty good at multiplying, too. Maybe you should knot me and we can have ourselves a litter."

He was dazed by the unexpected roughness of your tone, but he was more distracted by the feel of the leash being pulled and the puff of air you blew across his face, making him involuntarily blink. His cheeks flushed a slight shade of red at your words. He tried to maintain his cocky facade, but the way you were talking was making it increasingly difficult.

"Are you really suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" he asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

You could feel his legs start to shake under you in excitement. 

"I'm serious, big, bad wolf." You leaned forward on his lap, whispering into his ear. "No pulling out at the last minute. No rubbers. Nothing. I want to carry your pups. Y'gonna let me have 'em?" 

His breath hitched at your whispered words, your breath tickling his ear. He let out a low, guttural growl. His heart was thumping in his chest, the thought of what you were suggesting stirring something primal within him.

"You really have no idea what you're asking for, do you?" His voice was nothing but a low rumble at this point. "You want me to claim you? Breed you and fill you with my pups?"

"I want your pups," you paused, breaking character for a moment, "and I want your babies, Kei." You threw your hands over his shoulders, leaning face to face with him. "Now, I'll ask you again, one more time. Are you going to give them to me?"

His face softened as he realized you were breaking character and being genuine about it. He met your gaze, his eyes searching yours. He saw the hint of seriousness in your eyes, and he knew you were being sincere.

He brought his hands up to your hips, holding you in place. He leaned in closer, his forehead touching yours.

"Yes," he said, his voice thick with unrestrained desire. "I'll give them to you. I'll give you my pups. I'll give you all of me, bunny girl."

"Then hurry up and fill me up."

You let go of your hold on the leash and let him flip you over, taking control again, finally getting a taste of the dominance he so craved. 

He took the opportunity to take over, pining you down beneath him on the couch cushions. His eyes darkened with desire as he straddled you, the leash tangled in between you. 

He leaned in close, his breath hot against your neck as he spoke. "You really are a naughty girl, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice dripping with possessive need. "Begging for my pups like that."

"I know what I want," you said, wrapping you legs around his waist, pulling him close to you half naked body. "Bunnies need to get bred, you know that. Don't you, smart boy?"

He let out a low growl as you wrapped around him. He could feel the heat radiating from your cunt and it was driving him crazy.

"Oh, I know," he muttered, his hands gripping your thighs, splitting them apart while he slid into you. "I know how needy you bunnies can be. Always in need of a big, strong wolf to satisfy your cravings."

"Yeah, jus' because you wolves are so much better than boy bunnies. S'much bigger 'n stronger," you whined, placing your hand around his arm, gripping onto it tightly while he made shallow thrusts into you. "Just want a strong werewolf like to knock me up. Can't you do that for me?" 

He groaned as you spoke, relishing in the way you were complimenting him. He flexed his arm, enjoying the feeling of your hand against his bicep.

"Wan' me to prove just how much stronger I am than a puny, little bunny boy?" Lowering  his mouth to your neck, he sucked at your skin, his teeth grazing over your pulse point.

Your mouth fell open, feeling his sharp teeth nip at you. 

"Yes, that's all I want! Don't want you to hold back, 'm a greedy girl. I want every load."

Kei loved your eagerness. He nibbled and kissed down your neck, his teeth dragging along your skin just enough to leave faint red marks. You couldn't tell what you enjoyed more: the feeling of his dick inside of you or his mouth around you.

"Is that so?" he muttered, his hips snapping up against yours. He pulled back to look down at you, a glint in his eyes. "You really think you can handle a big, bad wolf like me? I won't hold back, you know." He punctuated his words with a rough thrust, knocking your entire body forward.

You gasped and tried to catch your breath for a second. "Babe," you broke character briefly, trying to catch his attention.

Kei paused his ministrations, sensing the change in your tone. He lifted his head, looking down at you with a slightly concerned expression.

"Everything alright, baby?" he asked, his voice laced with a mix of concern and affection.

"If you don't get cum inside of me in the next ten seconds, I'm going to fist fight you, m'kay?" Your eyes fluttered softly at him, voice soaked in need and impatience.

He chuckled at your impatience, his concern melting away and replaced by a smug grin.

"You really are demanding, aren't you. Far be it from me to keep my bunny waiting."

He gritted his teeth, eyebrows furrowing as he lifted your legs over his shoulder, pounding away. He watched as a ring of white arousal formed at the base of his cock, getting stickier the more he moved.

"Are you ready for this one?"

You nodded, playfully counting down to speed him up before you started 'throwing hands.'

"Ten, nine, eight, seven si— oh!" 

As you began to countdown, he scoffed, a bit annoyed by your playful attempt to speed things along. Once he was almost there, his irritation was replaced by the feeling of your tightness all around him causing him to moan huskily. 

All he felt was you. Every vice-like grip you unleashed around him, every slick drip slipping out.

You felt him force your face down in the pillows, muffling your counting when he approached his peak.

You let out a bunch of rough, jumbled gasps before giggling with your dry mouth. You decided to tease him, since he was obviously more far-gone than you were.

"I feel it twitching, gonna spill soon? Spill your seed and give me the pups I deserve?" You lifted your head off of the pillows, face fucked out beyond comprehension. 

He growled at your words, his hands gripping your hips almost harshly as he tried to hold himself back. He could feel the way you had him completely at your mercy, even as you were pinned beneath him.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me, do you? You're going to push me over the edge if you keep talking like that."

You pushed your hips back, feeling his dick twitch again.

"C'mon, I'll count down again for you. Think you can cum for me by the time I get to one?"

Kei groaned deeply as you pushed back against him. He could feel himself getting close, the way you were teasing him driving him wild.

He tried to maintain his composure, but his breath was ragged and his heart was pounding. "Whatever you want," he whined, "I don't care, just— whatever you want, baby, please. Take it."

You pushed him, once again, all the way onto his back. You remained facing away from him, moving your lower body up and down, bouncing on his cock. He let out a strangled gasp as you pushed him onto his back, pinning him there as you took control.

"Ten, nine, eight," you counted aloud, a giggle permanently stuck in your voice.

You sped up, hearing him pant loudly like a dog, mouth shamelessly open.

"Seven, six, five, four, oh, are you gonna make it to one?" you cooed at him, feeling him lift his hips to buck up into you.

Kei felt his resolve weakening with each number you counted out. He tried to hold back, to maintain some semblance of control, but it was no use. He was weak. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge with each bounce.

"Three," you counted agonizingly slow now, drawing out every syllable. So mean.

"Please," Kei breathed out, the word coming out as a whine. "Please, bunny, I can't hold on much longer."

"Two, oh you're so cute when you beg," you added, tittering to yourself. "One."

Kei was an absolute mess beneath you, his body trembling and his breath coming in spastic gasps. His fingers dug into the cushioning below him, his fingers puncturing the fabric as he tried to hold himself together.

But when you counted down to one, that single, earth shattering number, his control wavered and broke. Guttural moans slipped as he came inside of your needy cunt, his body bucking and shuddering as he spilled inside, softly spewing curses under his breath.

You felt your body practically split itself in half to receive his seed, drinking him up like water. 

As he came down from the high of his release, he lay there panting, feeling completely spent. His mind was fuzzy, his thoughts a muddled mess as he tried to catch his breath.

Kei looked at you with a mixture of awe and disbelief. "You really know how to a guy wild."

"Mhm, I know." 

You turned around to look at him, faux confusion on your face while you peered down at his exhausted form.

"Oh, but, who said we were finished? Bunnies need to get as many rounds in as possible. Are you weaker than a bunny-boy? You can't take anymore?"

He groaned at your comment, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched you look down at him with a feigned innocence. He knew you were just teasing him, but he couldn't help but feel a flare of competitiveness rile him up.

"Oh, is that so? You think you can handle another round with me, stupid rabbit?" he asked, his voice dripping with a playful challenge. He reached out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you around to face him head on again.

"Eek—! Tsukki, I was joking, I promise!" 

He shushed your squealing and pulled you down. 

"Don't run, we still have pups to make, remember? We need my seed to take for sure."

[austinbutlerslovers]

One Last Buck

Label Mature 18+

Bucked & Fxcked sequel

Summary The next morning after the threesome with the two Majors, Gale wakes you up to sneak you out of the military base. He steals you right out of John’s sleeping grasp. When he brings you back to your dorm he doesn’t want to leave and begins heavily making out with you again in the parking lot until you are so hot you have to invite him up to your dorm room.

Once inside you discover your room mate is still out and the place is yours, you begin devouring and undressing him again eventually laying under him spread until you both freeze hearing the door unlock. Your roommate returns with her soldier date blissfully unaware and begins doing the exact same thing. Once they hear you giggle and discover you both in the next bed it becomes a wild competition of who is pleasuring their girl the hardest; making whoever gets their girl to finish first the declared winner.

No established relationship

shameless smut•edging •sex with a foreign object•degradation •oral sex male receiving •stimulation while sleeping•objectification•p in v •group sex•desk sex•competitive sex•multiple simultaneous orgasms •pull out ejaculations• ejaculated on females•after care

Inspo: Multiple requests to follow up with you after sleeping with Buck and his best friend Bucky, realizing you definitely want Buck more.

Part 1

❤️ Love you guys when I’m quiet I’m writing my a** ff for you. I made it extremely full of different types of sex enjoy 🥰

One Last Buck

You are stirred awake in the dark by a gentle hand caressing your shoulder. You lift your head from the pillow confused trying to remember your surroundings. Your eyes grow wide suddenly realizing you are still with the two Majors you slept with last night.

The bathroom light is on with the door cracked in Major Gales office. It casts a sliver of light on the form kneeling beside you as you rest on a pull down Murphy bed.

Completely dressed and smiling as he shushes you is Major Gale. He motions you to get up but as you move to leave the bed you are snagged by Major John’s hand holding steadfast to your hip behind you.

You pull the covers down to show Gale your predicament. He silently chuckles then pries John’s heavy hand off of your hip dropping it to the bed.

John is a heavy sleeper and doesn’t even stir. Gale helps you climb out of the bed and pulls you close whispering in your ear. “Get dressed we’re leaving” you nod and tiptoe to the bathroom softly brushing your teeth.

Gale gathers your discarded clothing from the floor. When he picks up your silk panties he vividly rememers how he and John ravaged you on his desk last night. He smiles to himself and pockets them as a keepsake. He puts the rest of your clothing in his rucksack.

You finish brushing your teeth and emerge from the bathroom still wearing his boot camp shirt with nothing underneath. You squint as you walk around the dimly lit room looking for your skirt and shirt.

Gale knows exactly what youre looking for and hands you a pair of sweats and a cap he pulls you in close to whisper against your ear again “You have to dress like a soldier so I can sneak you off the base” then he looks into your eyes, his flashing excitement from the reward of sneaking you in and now the thrill of sneaking you back out.

Once you are out fitted he looks you over. “Youre still too beautiful ” he whispers and grabs a hand full of your backside squeezing it making you cutely yelp.

You cover your mouth holding in a snicker. He pulls your hand down planting smooth a kiss on your lips. “Alright let’s go” he whispers and guides you out of his office. He carefully closes and locks his door not to accidentally wake John. You exit the building and get your own car door walking tall trying to be masculine. He lets out a chuckle because you look like you are playing pretend macho.

You get in the car and he quickly drives heading off base. He stops at the gate to hold his identification card out. You sit up tall and pull your cap lower over your eyes feeling apprehensive, but the soldier on guard doesn’t even peek into the car when he sees it’s Gale he immediately chats him up instead “Wild fucking night major” he says and it makes you sit up on edge thinking he knows what you did but he’s talking about something else entirely.

“What happened did the boys destroy the dance hall already?” Gale smiles jokingly.

“Major let me tell you, so many fellas got write ups tonight with all types of dames in here, theres even rumors there was on orgy!” Gale whistles

“Doesn't surprise me with this wild bunch, I’m off to go check for any ones left at the dance hall for this unlucky fella right now” he gestures his thumb to you as the unlucky fella and you almost burst into laughter. “Have a good night major” the soldier chuckles as he salutes Gale letting him through.

You drive past the dance hall and direct him to your college, pulling into the parking lot of your dorm. Once parked you point up at the second story window “That one’s mine” you say. He moves closer and slowly pulls your cap off revealing your pretty hair. “Is that where you do all your learning?” he asks seductively.

He’s teasing because you all but admitted you invite college boys up to your dorm room to ‘learn’. You look over to him innocently “Gale please don’t tease me” you ask softly. He gently grabs your chin before you can look away “I won’t tease you for long” he admits. He leans in and kisses your neck running his hand between your thighs. The feel of his strong hands touching between your legs as he passionately sucks kisses along your neck drives you wild.

He brings his lips to your mouth and starts passionately kissing there too. It turns into a heavy makeout session both your breaths increasing as he slips his hand in the band of your sweats. He knows you’re not wearing any panties because he already pocketed them. He pulls his fingers up and down between your folds to circle your clit. He’s heating you up by edging you on.

You pull your face from his, your heart is beating faster feeling the pleasurable heat creep up your neck. You lightly moan as your nipples harden. You rest your head back against the car seat face flushed and panting. His fingers spread the wetness around pooling between your folds. You open your legs wider wanting his fingers to do more.

He teases you, slowly drawing circles around your tight entrance not going any faster, not slipping them in. You look into his eyes begging for more “Show me your dorm room” he says so deeply it makes your stomach pulls tight. “yes alright ” you say. Your tone is hushed from arousal. You hope your room mate is still out as he removes his hand from between your legs.

You push open the car door exiting before he can get it for you. He quickly collects his rucksack from the back seat with your clothing coming around to your side. You grab his hand and smile pulling him to start running to your dorm building.

You both have big grins on your faces from the thrill. Sprinting across the dark courtyard trying not to get caught. You get to the main doors of the girls dorm, hearts beating excitedly as he pushes and holds one open for you

The activity board on the wall rustles with all the papers tacked on as you enter. You look left and right down the corridor in jubilation the building is quiet everyone is sleeping.

You grab his hand again running for the second floor stairs. You sprint up shoes clacking loudly on the steps making echos. You try to shush each other through giggles while stepping softer. On the second floor you find your dorm room. When you reach the door Gale eyes all of the Elvis Presley pictures tacked to it and smirks.

You pull your key from behind a picture of ‘Elvis combing through his hair’. You and your roommate kept losing your keys, taping them behind your favorite Elvis photos worked wonders. You unlock the door and both of you slip inside.

Once you are in you lock the door behind you both and let out big breaths. You both grin at each other.

“Any one home?” You ask into the dimly lit room. When there is no answer you are relieved. Gale puts his rucksack down. “You’re a pro at sneaking people up here aren’t you?” he says smiling teasing you again. This time he sneaks his hand around your waist and pulls you in to a deep kiss before you can protest.

You slip your tongue inside of his mouth as you press him back against the door. You surprise him with your dominance. You begin undressing him getting right to business. He smiles watching you take his clothing off clearly in charge, comfortable in your own territory.

The dorm room is equally split; two desks two beds two wardrobes and two windows all opposite sides. The desks are conjoined under the windows between your beds. Your side is on the right, the room is aglow with moonlight shining from both windows.

Once you undress Gale you step back to admire his body. He has his seductive look in his eyes. Your eyes wander down his chest to his long solid cock between his firm thighs. It drives you mad with lust.

He sees you go weak and quickly begins stripping you. He slides off your sweats and pulls your shirt over your head. Both completely naked his lips are on yours. He kisses you hungrily as he walks you backwards to your bed. He pushes you down, as you crawl back up to the headboard he climbs on top of you. His hand pushes under your pillow once he reaches the top. He l feels an object there as he settles his weight between your legs.

He pulls the object from under your pillow discovering it is a wooden handled mirror. Your face turns bright red as he studies it in his hand. He wonders why you would keep a mirror in such an odd place then he eyes the thick cylindrical handle and grips it in his hand. It’s cock shaped and he slowly smirks. You shrink into yourself beneath him knowing he figured out your dirty little secret you forgot to put away.

“Your such a needy little things aren’t you” he says holding the mirror side and sitting up between your legs. “Is this how you pleasure yourself?” he asks and your face turns bright red as you nod. Your body so hot from embarrassment you could burst into flames beneath him.

“Every time you pleasure your self with it now I want you thinking of me” he says as you stare at him dumbfounded. Not a single thought forms in your head until he slowly pushes the wood handle inside of you.

You gasp and lift up on your elbows spreading your legs wider. You prepare your body as he sinks it deep inside of you. Your heart beating wildly it’s so much harder than a cock, you tense thinking he won’t understand but he knows and he is gentle. He tips it up and down as he slides it in and out of you releasing your first moans.

He watches how your entrance sucks it in making his breath shudder you are so wet the squishing sounds of him pushing the wood handle in and out of you is tightening his cock.

He leans over you making you lay flat on the bed. His eyes burrow into yours as he pushes the handle farther into your tight hole at this angle. He twists his wrist making the handle twirl inside of you.

Tingles explode across your body. Your face flushes and you shudder letting out a string of high pitched moans. He’s doing new things you never though of. He leans in closer seeing your almost at ecstasy “Tell me you’ll be thinking of me when you pleasure yourself ” he gives another light twist making you gasp. You try to you get your words out but it’s too late you are already a weak mess feeling yourself coming undone beneath him.

You muster up a small nod and just start moaning his name and saying yes repeatedly. It sounds so good to him he knows he’s all you’ll be thinking about.

His breaths increase as he enjoys sliding the wood handle all the way in and out of you, he does it several more times until your body trembles and you shudder out a moan.

“You’re close” he says watching your body writhe from what he’s doing “And your such a needy little thing you’re going to cum from me sexing you with your own mirror” your face flushes as he says it. Your body tingles and your core tightens. You are filled with so much arousal and humiliation from his words.

He holds the handle firm and knocks on the mirror glass with his knuckles. The tapping of the handle up inside of you causes a riot in your core. You squeeze your eyes shut as the tightness inside of you suddenly releases and you orgasm. He covers your mouth stifling the noises as you cry out in pleasure. He continues to plunge the handle in and out of you until your legs stop trembling and your cries go quiet.

He releases your mouth as you come down from your high. You open your eyes and feel a wash of so many emotions seeing his handsome face gazing down at you. As you lay there staring up at him you think about how such a risk with a stranger has been rewarding you the entire night.

He slowly slides the handle out you and places his hand gently on your pelvis signaling you to relax. He gets out of bed and heads to search your dresser. He opens the second drawer filled with school stationary before pulling the top drawer and finding your wash cloths. He wipes down the handle and sets the mirror on top of your dresser then returns to lay in bed with you.

He settles next to you looking over your beautiful features. He tucks your hair behind your ear as he listens to your soft breaths. He’s so sickly obsessed with you he losing all rational thought. He’s fingered you, eaten you out, sexed you on his desk, shared you with his best friend and now he’s just sexed you with a mirror handle …and he still wants more. He traces his thumb on you lower lip, surprised he hasn’t filled your mouth with his cock yet.

He locks eyes with you and suddenly sits up wrought with emotion. He rests his legs over the edge of the bed and places his hands on his head pulling his hair deep in thought. His heart is doing back flips trying to decide how he should feel. You sit up and comfort him rubbing his back. He quickly pulls you to sit across his lap.

He gives you a few kisses, his face wrought with guilt. He holds you staring in to your eyes. “Do you feel good?” He asks and you smile nodding playfully pulling your hands through his blonde hair. You slick it back making him look different and you giggle.

“I’ve never felt this way about somebody I’ve just met, you just make me feel so different” he admits as he trails his hands up and down your waist. You see his eyes go soft as he looks at you. Your smile dissipates and a knot of anxiety forms in your stomach. He’s catching feelings for you.

The heart break and trauma of your first love ruined you so badly you vowed never to go through that again. You also can’t even begin to think about dating him. He’s a validated Major you are a sophomore in college. You set your intentions right at the start you wanted sex with him AND his best friend.

You distract him and bring his hands to cup your breast slowly grinding on his naked cock. “What makes you feel so different Major? That you have a college girl to play with ” you say it seductively but his eyes flash in confusion he wants you more than that. You quickly just begin kissing him bringing him back to the physical.

His kisses become more passionate and full of lust. He holds you behind your shoulders and grids his hard cock into your wetness coating his shaft. His breathing becomes ragged. He breaks the kiss to look in your eyes he needs relief he’s craving it from you now.

He quickly guides you off of his lap onto the floor wanting your mouth on him he has to know what each part of you feels like.

You settle between his legs and spread his muscular thighs wide apart and take his heavy cock in your hand. You look into his eyes wanting to wipe every lovey dovey thought he has right out of his head “I want you to use me and call me every dirty name while I suck your cock Major, and if you stop I’ll stop” you say sternly.

He looks down at your pretty angelic face wondering why you would want that but he nods and agrees to it. You lean in and part your lips tongue sliding out to lick around the base of his shaft. He rests his hands back on your bed getting comfortable groaning in pleasure until you suddenly stop. He looks up to see your mouth poised at his shaft waiting for his insults. He grows nervous changing his mind “I don’t wanna call you names..” his voice trails off as you release his cock. Your eyes burrow into his reminding him of his agreement.

His eyes widen thinking fast “you’re twisted” he says making you both smile, that will count. You lean in and lick a stripe up his cock from the base to the tip holding your hand to the other side keeping it straight. “your a seductress” he says starting to breathe heavy you suck your mouth on his tip hard making him gasp. “you please me so well” he says it with his eyes closed clearly forgetting his assignment to call you dirty names. It makes you giggle and hearing it he snaps out of his trance.

As you begin to suck down his length he struggles to form even a single thought. He keeps starting and stopping what he’s going to say a few times before finally saying his most honest insult yet “ You took me…and my best friend…at the same time… you’re …a Harlot!” his voice is strained from pleasure. You moan and whimper on his cock that one hurt, but it hurt so good.

You team your hand with your mouth hallowing your cheeks gliding your mouth and hand up and down on him sucking simultaneously. He lets out a deep moan from his chest and you feel his body tense he’s about to cum. His words stagger enjoying the suction of your mouth so much “your such … a …cock hungry whore!” he gasps “ and I’m gonna fill that …needy…mouth with… all my cum..” he cries out in pleasure and his cock throbs as his tip ejaculates into your mouth. You lick and suck the head as it shoots rope after rope coating your tongue with his seed. You swallow all of it.

He stares down at you in euphoria, he’s completely drained and empty. He feels like a weight has lifted off his shoulders mentally and physically. His chest rises and falls watching you slide your mouth off of his cock. You stick your tongue out to show him your mouth is empty and his breath shudders at the erotic sight.

He rests back on your bed opening his arm to you “Comere” he says. You climb in bed next to him as he relaxes. “I didn’t mean any of it” he says caressing your shoulder. “I shouldn’t have said those things” you look up at him smiling that he feels so guilty.

“Gale your no angel yourself. You a harlot loving, sexually depraved group sex enthusiast. You and Bucky decided so easily how to split me, like it was your back up plan all along. The way you both used me you’re a sexual degenerate yourself” as you complete your rant his face flushes bright red and he covers it with his hands. “you got me dead to rights” he mumbles against his palms “I didn’t realize I am all those things until you said it ” he confesses.

You pry his hands open wanting to enjoy the shame in his pretty blue eyes. You both stare at each other two sides of the same sexually depraved coin. He pulls you to him and kisses you connecting you even deeper, like two moths to flame. He lays you against him and you turn your back and curl up finally feeling vulnerable. He makes you lift your head and use his bicep as a pillow. He holds you reassuringly.

When he checks his watch he realizes he only has a few more hours until he returns to base. He snuggles against you thinking how he can make the most of his time with you, why didn’t he meet you when he was stationed here for months why the night before he’s deployed.

So many questions fill his head.

He peeks over and you’ve fallen asleep. He smiles and carefully removes his arm from under your head. He sneaks to his rucksack and pulls out a small picture of himself and collects your clothing items from inside placing them in your hamper. He goes to your dresser and pulls out the stationary writing you a note. He folds it up and gets a tiny piece of tac sticking it to the wood rim of your special handheld mirror.

You don’t know how long you slept but when you awaken up it’s still dark. Gale is sitting between your legs. He spreads your thighs wider apart and settles between them resting his full weight on your chest.

He kisses your neck and you can feel the hardness off his stiff cock slipping between your wet folds. He’s already played with you while you slept your core is throbbing for him. The thought turns you on even more. You are completely his to use, whatever he wants.

He places his hands above your shoulders, then lifts his hips up and pushes his cock into your tight entrance. He buries down deep inside of you, his hips press between your legs as his cock head touches your cervix making you both pleasurably moan.

Suddenly he stops, turning his head hearing noises in the hall. His body tenses and he slides his cock all the way back out as you hear them too. Foot steps staggering and approaching the door then stopping. He grabs the blanket pulling the covers over your nakedness. “I think your room mate is back” he instinctively guesses.

The key slips in the lock and the door opens spilling light into the room. Two shadowy forms enter, fully locked in a passionate kiss making small sounds of pleasure as the door slams shut. The room is shrouded in darkness again.

You hear them begin taking off clothing dropping pieces to the floor still kissing absentmindedly. They make their way across the room falling onto the left bed the squeak of the metal springs adjusting to their weight.

“Yes just like that ” you hear your room mate Pam say “Yea you like that?” says her solider date (you assume she pulled from the dance hall.)

“ Mm yea don’t stop” she moans

“Call me daddy” the soldier says

“Oh yes daddy” you hear her say finally making you and Gale both snicker and giggle together.

“What the hell? There’s someone else in here” the soldier quips sitting up

“ It’s me! And um Gale” you sheepishly announce to Pam

“Major Gale? “ you hear the surprised soldier ask in the dark.

“ At ease” Gale says with a grin making you both giggle and snicker again.

“Didn’t think I’d be serving with you tonight Major, it’s me private Dalton” when Dalton says it he and Gale burst into laughter. The idea they are serving together, serving two women.

“Should we go?” Pam asks because you claimed the room first. Dalton wants to stay he has no other place to have sex and tries riling Gale into leaving. “Oh no you stay right there baby I’m going to show you what a real soldier fucks like tonight “ he says to Pam. She giggles and they begin to kiss.

It instantly triggers Gales competitiveness “First one to get their girl to finish first wins then” he says securing that he’s not leaving. Dalton is shocked but sees a silver lining being able to sleep with Pam “How do I know you and your girl won’t cheat over there ” he asks grinning accusingly in the dark.

The question makes Gale get up and click the desk lamp on clearing it of clutter. He pulls you from the bed laying you chest down flat on it parting your legs ready to take him.

“Holy hell“ Dalton says as Pam’s eyes widen staring at Gales large erect cock. Dalton is stunned Gale wants to have a sex competition with the lights on.

Dalton pulls Pam up and lays her flat on her desk next to yours. You look at her and see the giddiness in her eyes and turn away hiding your smile you girls are extremely naughty enjoying this, the word is definitely harlots.

Dalton stands behind Pam and Gale stands behind you. They steady and hold your waists both inserting their cocks at the same time for the start. Everyone lets out a moan, Gale sinks deeper into you, and you relax for his size completely. You let him penetrate your body wanting to feel every good inch he’s giving you. As he starts to thrust you let out small moans, his pushes feel so good inside of you. When you don’t hear Pam you turn your head to look.

She is staring her eyes fixated on Gale watching how he fucks you practically drooling. Dalton wants noises out of her too so he pulls her by her hair to stop looking at Gale. He begins powerfully thrusting into her from the back making her body rock against the desk. She starts to get into it spreading her legs wider, arcing her back more and letting out soft moans.

Gale keeps his pace and places his hands on your hips pulling you harder on his cock making you lose focus moaning louder.

“Oh fuck why does she moan like that” Dalton asks as he thrusts in to Pam. Gale smirks “Yea she gets real loud when I make her cum let’s set them closer together it’ll help keep her quiet ” they force you and Pam across the desks to be elbow and elbow as they take you from the back.

You are trying to stifle your moans but Gale feels so good working you in a rhythm that has you ready to cum. Your moans escape loudly from your lips again.

“She’s going to wake the whole damn dorm!” Dalton snaps. Pam puts her gentle hand over your mouth giving Dalton an even bigger idea “Baby kiss her quiet“ he commands, he and Gale slow their thrusts to watch.

She looks you in the eyes cutely conveying she wants to give them a show, and you two go at it, tongues licking,lips smashing, mouths wanting. Gales cock pulses inside of you as he squeezes your hips tighter.

“Ooooh fuck” Dalton says and starts pounding into Pam making her lips jostle against yours trying to keep kissing. She grabs the back of your neck to hold your lips close making Gale lose it. He drives his cock into you completely unfocused.

You and Pam moan into each others mouths in constant harmony making the men fight for their lives not to cum yet. Gales thrusts intensify as he holds your waist higher pulling you back on him harder. His cock is pulsing begging to release. You feel the force in your chest from his deep hits. He juts his tip into your cervix perfectly so many times in a row you finally orgasm.

Pam holds the back of your neck sealing your lips together and taking your final moan. It’s like she can feel the intensity of how good he makes you feel and it causes her to orgasm as well. She releases your neck and you both lay flat on the desks panting as the men use you.

Dalton pulls out first and ejaculates all over Pam’s back. Just seeing him cum on her is so pornographic you clench inside. Gale gives you what you want pulling out and pumping his shaft over your too.

Pam gets to watch him so overcome with arousal as his hand slips rhythmically over his large cock. When he spreads his silky cum on your back she moans without thinking. You and Gale look over at her and laugh as her face flushes.

“I think I made both girls cum ” Gale announces making Dalton mock pout ” Yea Gale you have all the luck” he says. Gale pulls a set of washcloths from your top drawer and throws one to Dalton. Gale wipes you down and you sit up to find his boot camp shirt on the floor putting it back on with a new set of panties. Pam slips on her night gown.

John and Dalton get dressed back in uniform. You quickly go to Gale and wrap your arms around his neck, knowing this is good bye.

You tiptoe up and kiss him. He holds your head close whispering in your ear “I’ll write you, send me back something” he smiles against your ear you nod but he still holds you close “ I’m coming back don’t go too crazy for these college boys” he nudges his nose against your ear.

You smile up at him blushing “I won’t I promise” you do well at keeping promises and fighting your feelings. You keep telling yourself he’s a stranger you hooked up with for one night having the most incredible sex of your life with.

Pam and Rick embrace, Gale picks up his rucksack hoisting it on his shoulder, then both men head to leave the dorm room. Gale gives you one last look goodbye and you freeze wanting to go kiss him but feel like your heart will shatter into a million pieces, he grins and beckons you over with his finger making you smile eyes welling with tears of relief . He makes it one quick simple kiss and smiles lovingly as you step back and he pulls the door closed. Pam runs to the window sill waiting to see them emerge from the building. You walk over head cloudy lost in thought as you sit next to her.

“Nice momento” she says tugging your bootcamp shirt snapping you out of your daze. You look down at it smiling thoughtfully. “Oh I got it at the base from him” you say starting to cheer up wanting to share your exploits.

“He took you to the base?! Dalton said he shares barracks and there was no way I could get in there unseen“ she explains

“Gale took me to his office I was there there most of the night“ you say with a big grin.

“Gosh I ended up dancing and drinking the night away with Dalton until 1am then he snuck me into a storage room at the dance hall to give him a handy. I finally had the bright idea to walk him back to the dorms thinking you were still out…” her voice trails off as she looks off daydreaming . “They took us at the same time” she sighs resting on her elbow. Her first time having group sex, your second.

You bite your lip ready to tell her the juiciest bit “I slept with Gale and another Major at the same time in his office” she gasps and grabs the collar of your shirt pulling you close“Tell me everything!” She practically yells.

Gale and Dalton emerge from the building walking so tall and proud you see Gale usher Dalton to the car to give him a ride back to the base

“Gale !” You shout and he looks back up at you smiling and waving before he blows you a kiss. You blow one back to him and he pretends to catch it and put it in his pocket. You bite your lip and grin like an idiot. Pam waves a farewell to Dalton.

“I was wondering when I saw you leave arm in arm with two decorated officers at the dance hall… but I never expected at the same time.” Pam says eyeing Gale lustfully “What a wild stallion” she says day dreaming about his perfect cock.

You push her shoulder “Getting ideas?” You tease. “Yes of course I want him look at him and he’s such a sexual dynamo” she smiles seductively remembering how he came, she lets out an exasperated sigh tossing her head back. “When he comes back tell him we’ll take him together” she says deliberately now open to group sex. It makes you roll your eyes “If he wants.“ you say flatly trying to stifle your sudden possessiveness over him.

Then you pipe up “The other major I slept with was named John” you smile hinting at her option.

“Which one blew your mind be honest” She asks directly.

You laugh aloud “ Both of them …several times John’s cock is large” you show her the size parting your hands “I didn’t ride it but he does this thing with his fingers” you show her with your fingers what he did inside of you and she bites her lip smiling.

“Well then definitely introduce me to John” she says batting her eyelashes making you both laugh.

Now it’s your turn to rest your elbow on the window sill and daydream . You watch Gale drive off campus.

As the military car disappear into the distance you and Pam leave the window sill. Pam collects her toiletry basket and heads to the girls dorm showers.

With no classes on Saturday you plop back onto your bed to rest, you feel a lump under your pillow, and lift it to find your mirror with a folded note on the outside. Gales name is written on the front and your heart flutters as you unfold it.

Enclosed is his rank full name and base number it reads:

For my special girl

I want you thinking of me every second, and I want you writing me every chance you get. I’ll be sending letters to your dorm.

- Love from Gale

His handsome picture is enclosed and you practically shriek holding the note and picture to your chest. It’s imprinted in your mind forever now. Major Gale is in love with his little harlot because what else could you even be considered to him. Your chest fills with excitement as you reach in your desk and grab your diary to write every single detail down to store the memory forever.

~*End *~

Major Gale Fantasy 1-7 ⬇️

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Hi, I'm also a whore for some blonde guys. Mind finishing that Twilight Princess Link x reader one or do one where TP Link or Time Link realizes he wants to marry female reader?

At ur service sweetie ;)

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⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Twilight/fem!reader

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ smut!, p in v, hickies, sticky stomach ;)

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ I kind of mixed both of your prompts so I didn't have to choose🤧

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 1069

⋆ ࣪. part I / part II ࣪.⋆

The warmth of the creasing sun enveloped your arms, trailling further until it met your wrapped and still wobbly legs.

Turning around, your eyes were met with the beautiful sight of your boyfriend resting peacefully by your side. His warm arm held your waist, quite hard despite being asleep, while his breath fanned your neck.

This was supposed to be a peaceful and calm morning, the young hues of the sunlight entering through your window as the air fanned lightly too.

But your mind couldn't help but remember why your legs felt like jelly in the first place, face burning up as you recalled the so pleasant night you had had.

It wasn't fair, it never was.

The fact that he managed to sleep without any visible soreness on his legs or even his neck meanwhile you woke up stumbling around the room made you jealous.

"Link..."

His hair trickled your neck, almost kissing softly your skin.

"Link"

Calloused hands keeping you secured into his bare chest, almost digging deep into your tender stomach.

"Link!"

Heart to heart, your perky nipples rubbed up and down his toned chest, finally letting you move freely on top of him after a tedious and deep skin to skin contact.

Your sweet gasps for air and those cute moans fueled him into moving your hips with his own palms.

He wanted to keep a stedy pace at first, letting you rub yourself into his lap as he rested deep inside. His hand softly caressed your breasts, smiling like the wolf he truly was when he managed to turn your nipples harder under his fingertips.

But the way you chanted some "please"'s or "link"'s into his long ear made the tiny drop of self control he had left pour into his guts, getting lost in a madness of red.

He forced you up and down, up and down your mind started to feel dizzy, getting lost in the inminent wave of pleasure you had neglected yourself to feel before.

"So tight-"

This time it washed over you like a tsunami, faster and harder than before. You didn't know how he found out another new way to make your toes curl but you were too blissed out to care.

"There you go, let it all out sweetheart"

His honeyed words made you squeal even louder, head falling into his shoulder as he let you slow down your movements, still keeping him deep.

His hands rubbed your back, circles you'd never get used to, wanting them to feel them over your goosebumps inside your skin again and again.

Your legs shaked against his own ones, multiplying your horniness once again when you felt how really hard he was underneath you.

Panting and cheeks tinted with a deep crimson colour in front of you, you stared at the stinging sensation on your neck, a huge red bite adorning it.

Too lost in pleasure you didn't even notice.

But before you could make a comment about it, his lips enveloped yours like an animal. Drowning down your short yelp as he suddenly flipped both of you over, pushing you down into the mattress.

His leaking hard-on filled your warmth, noticing how needy he was after you came down from your high.

He started moving again, slowly, god what kind of human lasts that long?!

His hands caged your head, forearms resting right beside your warm body on the mattress. Your hands, on the other side, held tightly his back trying not to slip out of his grasp thanks to his powerful thrusts.

But that question lasted just a few seconds inside your head as he started ramming himself against you like he was in heat. His tongue soaked up your reddened skin, tasting the salty but thin layer of sweat.

He loved licking you, smelling you. God he always went crazy when he smelled your arousal meters away from your home, mouth quickly enveloping your needy cunt as soon as he came back home.

He couldn't deny his animal instincts after all, could he?

"Cmon baby-, cum for me"

He pushed you over and over again against the pillows, the creaking sound of the bed now mixing up with your beautiful moans.

He wanted to last longer, but you had discovered the key to his ( not so hidden ) lock. Your trembling form begging him to cum, watching as your head fell back into the bed, ecstasic.

He adored watching you fall appart, always managing to make him reach his climax prematurely.

"I'm cumming-"

His grunt almost wasn't heard by you but the action that came after them surely did.

His sweaty skin revealed into the pale moonlight, head slightly tilted downwards as he bit his lip, trying to surpress tiny gasps as he stroked himself viciously on top of you.

Your eyes lowered down until they met his toned abdomen, god you wanted to lick off all the mess you had made on top of him. However, your thoughts faded out as thick white ropes enveloped your stomach, a long sigh escaping his lips as he still held your thighs open for him.

He was always so pretty when he came, flushed face and eyes tightly closed. Always letting out the sultriest grunts, peeking out to see how he soaked you with his seed.

You couldn't see his eyes under his dark blonde bangs, but you surely knew he was staring at the piece of art he had painted on top of you.

Your head fell down into the mattress, finally breathing out as you walls spasmed around nothing, trying to calm themselves down.

You giggled as he fell on top of you, noticeably not caring about getting his body dirtier than it actually was when he felt your sticky skin.

His heavy body pressed against your naked form, on a normal day you would've pried him off you but right now you wanted to be as close as possible. He was just so cute, always getting sleepy and clingy right after he climaxed.

And you would always hold him, no matter how deeply you wanted to shower, how sticky and hot you felt.

You wanted to crawl deep inside his skin at this point.

You both rested peacefully, your eyes closed shut as your shaking arms and legs enveloped his middle part. Peace that was disturbed by his own groggy voice.

"I wanna marry you someday"

[vinyldreamsfuckup]

So High School

A: this was a random thing I came up with. I hope it’s cute

Warnings: fluff, drinking, smoking weed, smut, oral (female receiving), unprotected p in v, Kirk x fem

You and Kirk had been together since your sophomore year of high school. You were both the "weird" kids in high school. So when you got sat next to each other in third period history it almost felt like fate. You talked to each other nearly everyday since then. You always loved how much Kirk loved his comic books and horror movies. You could listen to him go on and on for hours and never get bored of him talking. You’d been in love with him since the moment you met him. When he joined Metallica you quickly became friends with all of the guys. You’d loved watching him play and being around him. There was simply just nothing better than being with him.

Though, one thing you never did was go to prom. It felt stupid and it seemed like a dumb thing to think about, but when you looked back at pictures from high school you’d always wished you had a picture in some stupid dress standing next to him. He knew this. He hated high school dances and didn’t really care, but he knew it was important to you, so when he surprised you with a “prom” at your old high school you were over the moon. It was just you, Kirk, James, Cliff, and Lars but it was going to be perfect regardless. Because you had him.

You wore a long, mint green, satin dress. It was a corset like dress that helped extenuate your body while still trying to look nice. There were laces up the back that showed your freshly tanned skin. Kirk wore a white shirt that was only halfway buttoned and black jeans with his black converse. He never cared for school dances in high school but he knew this was important to you and he wanted to do this to surprise you. So if you could only get jeans and a nice shirt then you’d take it. It being mostly unbuttoned was just a plus. You were standing in your backyard waiting for him to walk out with your corsage.

"You look beautiful," Kirk said as he walked out of the house. A smile spread across your face.

"Thank you, baby. You don't look too bad yourself," You giggled. Kirk chuckled and grabbed the corsage and wrapped it on your wrist. James and Lars giggled as they were snapping picture after picture as the two of you got ready. Kirk leaned in, his lips touching your ear.

"We should just ditch the whole thing. I can take you to the hotel and we can have a good time," Kirk whispered. You playfully hit his shoulder.

"Pose for the damn picture," You laughed out. He rolled his eyes and put his hand around your waist and looked at the camera. The two of you smiled taking a couple nice pictures before you both broke out into silly faces. Kirk ushered me to his car and we got in.

"You sure you wanna go to the dance and not just back to the hotel?" Kirk asked as he started the car. You laughed.

"I'm sure. Now lets go try to have a good time," You responded.

That's what the two of you did. You went and danced and ate some food. You both drank and smoked weed, getting undeniably high as fuck. You talked all night long, not even worrying about anything else. James, Lars, and Cliff all brought random girls to keep them company. They were all dressed up and getting shitfaced. You couldn’t help but smile at how sweet the whole thing was, but mostly you were just focused on Kirk and how happy he made you. You grabbed his hand and lead him out into the hallway and to your old locker. He pushed you against them just like he used to and connected your lips in a feverish kiss. The taste of weed and beer still on his you.

“Can we go back to the hotel now?” Kirk mumbled against your lips, his hand traveled up the strings of your dress, grazing the skin.

“Mhm…” You mumbled back with a nod. Kirk smiled and lifted you up bridal style before running back toward his car. You giggled as he ran.

You quickly arrived at the hotel and he lead you into the room and sat you on the edge of the bed. Your heart was full everything feeling so heightened. You two had sex all the time but for some reason this felt so much more intimate. He sat next to you on the bed and carefully undid the ties of your dress. He helped you out of it before pressing his lips to yours.

“You’re beautiful,” Kirk breathed out as he pushed you down on the bed. He trailed kisses down your chest and torso. His hands hooked around the lace of your thong before carefully pulling it off. A small groan left his lips as he stared at you, “so beautiful.”

He gently kissed down your thigh before settling between your legs. He licked between your folds groaning as he did so. Your hand tangled in his hair as a moan left your lips. He started to fuck you with his tongue, his thumb rolling against your clit.

“Fuck…Kirk…” You moaned out as your hand tangled into his hair. Kirk’s tongue quickly pumped in lapping up every last molecule. He groaned as he moved feeling you spasm beneath him.

“You’re so good,” Kirk mumbled, “So wet. So good.”

Your hips bucked against his tongue. He pressed your waist down on the bed and started to move his tongue quickly. His thumb spreading up against your clit. You were soon moaning out and finishing all over his tongue. He licked up your slick before standing up.

Your hands went to his shirt and quickly undid the rest of the buttons while he pulled himself out of his jeans. He was now standing in front of you naked, his dick standing tall and ready for you. He quickly pushed into you a loud moan leaving your lips as you adjusted.

“You’re so beautiful.” He groaned, “you’re so fucking wet.”

His hips started to rock and long moans left your mouth. Your hands gripped his back and your nails slowly raked down his back. He moaned out in a mix of pleasure and pain. He slowly picked up his pace ramming into you harder. He picked up your thigh and he lit by his stomach adjusting the angle. He fell in deeper hitting every spot perfectly.

“Kirk…oh my god,” you moaned out.

“That’s it, baby,” Kirk breathed out. He moved slightly faster.

“Don’t stop. That’s it. Yes…” you moaned out. He nodded and kept his pace ramming into you over and over. Your body started to shake and you loudly came, his name falling from your mouth

“Fuck…” Kirk groaned out. His hips still moving quickly chasing his orgasm. Your moans turned into loud whimpers as he kept going. Overstimulated and sensitive as he kept moving against you.

“Come on baby,” you whined. His head fell back and a loud moan left his mouth. He pulled out and came all over your stomach.

“Fuck…” Kirk said breathlessly. You nodded in agreement.

“Was this a good prom night?” Kirk chuckled out as he pulled away for a moment.

You nodded and smiled, “wouldn’t imagine it any other way, my love.”

[thatfandomslut]

Color Her Green

Karen Shetty x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Trigger Warnings: SMUT!!! MDNI. cursing, oral (r receiving), v soft smut

Request:

I was wondering if you were open to doing this story idea with Karen! So basically the reader is the well known lesbian of the school. She is very dominant and flirty towards females. She will literally flirt with anyone of the same gender. Karen and the reader have a secret fwb relationship. But Karen wants it to be something more. So one day the reader was flirting with Regina and being very forward with her. Basically trying to get in her pants, and Karen gets jealous and drag the reader away to their secret place and they have a little fight which ends with smut and fluff. Also if you do the smut scene can you have Karen say “baby” and a lot of cute pet names? I hope this was a good idea that you might do!

Mean Girls requests are open.

Karen could admit that she was a bit hurt. How could (Y/n) go from a night causing her to orgasm three times to trying to get into one of her best friend's pants? Right in front of her, no less. Karen felt a little ashamed as she felt jealousy constrict her chest, her eyes narrowing across the hall. Gretchen noticed Karen tense up beside her as she winced, noticing Regina's back pressed against the lock behind her, (Y/n) whispering something in her ear. Whatever (Y/n) said caused Regina to bite her lip before laughing, a finger sliding down (Y/n)'s chest as she did so. The action caused Karen's fingers to twitch before she began to make her way over.

"Karen, Gretchen, hey," (Y/n) greeted, completely ignoring the obvious anger on the girl's face. She still had an arm on a locker beside Regina, not moving. This seemed to only increase the fury bubbling in Karen as she waited for (Y/n) to move. When she didn't, Karen grabbed the arm the helped her lean over to Regina, pulling her outside. Once her arm was released, (Y/n)'s hands went up in a confused sign of surrender. "What the fuck? What's going on?"

A scoff escaped Karen's lips at the apparent confusion on (Y/n)'s face. They had been friends with benefits for over three months, one might think (Y/n) would have the respect to not flirt with one of Karen's best friends. But, color her green, jealousy was radiating off of her along with the anger rolling off her skin. "Why are you flirting with Regina?" She questioned, her arms crossing angrily. She stood in front of (Y/n), stiff. That's how (Y/n) knew that she was in trouble with the girl for some reason. The bubbly smile often adorned by Karen was nowhere in sight. Even her beautiful brown eyes had darkened in anger.

(Y/n) examined Karen for a moment before she began to realize what was going on. "Are you jealous, Karen?" There was a look of momentary disbelief on (Y/n)'s face as she shook her head in shock for a moment. "We're not even exclusive. I don't understand why you're so upset. Before we started this 'friends with benefits' thing, we agreed on no feelings. I don't get why you're now upset with me for flirting with someone else whenever you and I aren't even official." Her words hurt. She had hoped that (Y/n) would eventually feel the same way she did.

Karen supposed that this was now her fault for placing unrealistic expectations on (Y/n). With that said, she was not about to take the fall in this argument. If Regina George taught her anything, it was to never lose an argument. "That doesn't make it okay to flirt with Regina, of all people. I thought there might be boundaries where you wouldn't try to fuck my best friends." Karen stated, hoping her comment had an actual effect. Judging by the deadpan on (Y/n)'s face, it didn't.

"In one of our first conversations, I had asked you if there were any boundaries. All you said was that, if I slept with anyone, you'd want me to use protection and get frequent check-ups to make sure no STDs were being passed around. Both were reasonable and valid requests. You never said anything about flirting with Regina. In fact, I have flirted with her and Gretchen many times before." (Y/n) argued back, crossing her arms the same way Karen had. She was growing annoyed. Of course, she started to develop feelings for Karen. She had been trying to deflect them in fear Karen didn't feel the same. However, feelings being revealed in an argument due to jealousy made (Y/n) too prideful to admit she was wrong. "Why do you have a problem now?"

There was a moment when neither of them spoke, tension thickening in between them. They both knew why there was a problem now. Karen took (Y/n) by the arm, taking them to the outdoor janitor's closet. They found out that it had long since been abandoned and it became their place. They had even cleaned it up once. There was not a speck of dust or dirt in the empty room. Once they entered, (Y/n) looked at Karen with her brows furrowed, still waiting for an answer. No answer was given. Instead, Karen's lips smashed against hers as (Y/n)'s back hit the door as soon as they entered.

A muffled moan escaped (Y/n)'s lips their teeth clashing as they fumbled through each other's clothes clumsily. Karen's hand quickly slipped into (Y/n)'s pants, causing (Y/n)'s back to involuntarily arch, her hips bucking into Karen's hand as she circled her clit with her fingers. "Fuck," she whispered. Karen always knew just where to touch her, and just like Karen knew every inch of her body, (Y/n) knew Karen's. They knew everything that made the other twitch, moan, and cum. Their hands memorized each other's bodies easily. How could (Y/n) try to memorize another woman's body after having become bonded with Karen's? They fit too nicely together. It took only seconds for (Y/n) to feel weak in the knees as her head rested on the door, moans spilling from her lips as sweet as molasses.

Karen smirked a bit at how easily undone she made (Y/n). "You're so pretty, baby," she whispered into (Y/n)'s ear before nipping at her earlobe. The small nip and pleasure building in her abdomen caused (Y/n) to moan again, though she tried to bite them back. Noticing this, Karen let out a soft 'tsk' sound, stopping her movement. This successfully caused (Y/n) to whine, looking at Karen with pleading eyes. This only caused victory to build in Karen as she shook her head softly. "Don't hide those pretty sounds from me, baby, or I'll have to stop. Understood?" Karen removed her hand, unbuckling (Y/n)'s jeans as she waited for a response.

(Y/n) noted all of the mischievous thoughts that were behind Karen's usually thoughtless, but beautiful brown eyes. (Y/n) swallowed thickly, unable to get her words out. "Yes, pretty girl, understood." She agreed and Karen let out a soft hum in appreciation. (Y/n) needed Karen, but she was going agonizingly slow with her actions. The sound of the bell sounded in their room, but neither budged. Instead, Karen continued her actions, not caring about the look (Y/n) was giving her. "Please, baby, I need you," (Y/n) pleaded only causing a small smile to form on Karen's lips. But no action was quickened by this.

"I'm not going to start until you promise to never flirt with my friends again," Karen said, blowing on (Y/n)'s clit. An easy tease tactic that worked every. fucking. time. (Y/n) groaned, her hands making their way into Karen's curly hair. This was an action always appreciated by Karen. She loved it when (Y/n)'s mind was so foggy, she had no clue where her hands went. "Well, answer me, baby. Are you going to flirt with any of my friends again?"

(Y/n) licked her bottom lip before sucking it in. "N-no, Karen," she finally got out, her fingers twitching slightly as they tangled in her curls. "I won't flirt with them ever again. I-I only want to be yours. I want to be your girlfriend." There was a moment where both were surprised by her words and to suppress her grin, Karen quickly got to work. Her nose accidentally bumped into (Y/n)'s sensitive clit as she began eating her out like she was her last meal. And, maybe she was, they weren't guaranteed another minute. She had to take (Y/n) like she could be. Not that (Y/n) was complaining as curses and moans filled the air around them.

It wasn't long until (Y/n) found herself close to her orgasm. "Fuck, baby girl, I'm so, so close. You're doing so good." She moaned out, and Karen kept the perfect pace she had. As (Y/n) came, her legs became shaky. She forced herself to stay standing, though the objective was hard with Karen riding out her high. "Shit, my love, you're so fucking perfect." (Y/n) cried out, leaning back on the wall for support. Karen pulled away, helping (Y/n) back into her underwear and pants, wiping her chin with her arm. (Y/n) pulled her in, kissing her deeply before either could say anything.

Karen was in a deep state of happiness before realizing they still needed to discuss just what (Y/n) had said. "Did you mean it? Do you actually want us to be girlfriends?" Karen questioned, looking at the way (Y/n)'s chest heaved as she struggled to breathe. It was obvious the orgasm, the kiss, and Karen had stolen (Y/n)'s breath as she nodded softly. When she whispered out a soft 'yes,' Karen had grinned a bit. "But not because of our fight or sex right?" She questioned carefully, not wanting to accuse (Y/n)'s feelings of being fake. She just wanted to be sure given the previous state of their relationship.

(Y/n) understood completely as she cupped Karen's cheeks. Leaning in, she pressed a gentle kiss on Karen's forehead. "I really mean it. I have felt something more than friends with benefits for a while. I just… I didn't want to ruin what we had. Instead of doing the right thing and communicating how I felt… I flirted with Regina. I'm sorry for that." (Y/n) apologized, having finally caught her breath. Karen smiled a bit at this fixing (Y/n)'s hair gently.

"It's okay," Karen confirmed with a gentle nod. She leaned in, kissing (Y/n). This time, their kiss was soft and slow. It still held the same passion, only it wasn't a kiss that would be followed up by sex. The two basked in each other's presence, time being lost as they finally parted away. "I should be apologizing, too. The way I approached the situation was wrong. Instead of trying to talk, I just argued instead. I just like you, a lot, and seeing you with Regina hurt. But, we're over that now."

(Y/n) kissed her again, but not a lasting kiss. Instead, it was chaste. "It's okay, we're passed it." (Y/n) said softly before kissing the tip of Karen's nose gently. "We're so past it that if you wanted to give me a hickey to show everyone that I'm yours, I would welcome and invite it." The two of them laughed, knowing it was a joke, but Karen still took her up on the offer. It was hard to not make love to Karen right then and there as she sucked the sweet spot on (Y/n)'s neck, revealing a dark bruise on her neck. Karen admired her work with a smirk as she kissed the sensitive spot softly to soothe it.

"Now, if someone flirts with you, you can say you have a girlfriend." Karen winked playfully, and (Y/n) laughed gently. She leaned over, fixing Karen's hair, and using her thumb, she un-smudged Karen's lipstick. The two of them continued to fix each other before they walked out of their special place. They had missed their homeroom and first period, plus a small portion of the second period, but neither of them cared. "See you at lunch."

As the two separated, the goofy grins on their faces due to them finally being official never dropped. As soon as Karen entered the second period, Gretchen already adorned a knowing and supportive smile, asking for all the details. Karen didn't share every single thing, but she did tell Gretchen about how she and (Y/n) were now official. For the rest of the day, nothing could ruin either of their moods. Especially not when (Y/n) was proudly showing her hickey to anyone who stared too long.