#exoticas

[dadaonice]

Siouxsie Sioux graffiti in Bogotá, Colombia.

[eroticnoices]

i loooveeed your older!rafe fic sm i gotta request more😩🤭

let’s do older!dbf!rafe who catches reader being verbally abused by her boyfriend & protects her from further harm & this is how their affair starts.

but oh- her dad catches them in the act!🫣 „but daddy i love him!“ & when her dad hears about how he saved her from her shitty boyfriend he kinda accepts it but is still finding it weird🤭

older!dbf! rafe cameron x afab!reader

warnings: abusive ex, age gap (reader is 20, rafe is 43), unprotected sex, marking, hair pulling, creampie, fucking on multiple surfaces, praising, female & male oral receiving, fingering, scratching, back shots, car shenanigans, semi public sex, biting, dirty talk, creampie, getting caught

Rafe sat at the bar, sipping his whiskey, when he overheard the vile insults being hurled at the young woman sitting next to him. She was clearly drunk, and her boyfriend was taking advantage of her situation to berate and belittle her.

"Let go of me, Brad!" she slurred, trying to tug her wrist free from his painful grasp. "Don't you dare walk away from me, bitch!" Brad snarled, his face red with anger. "You think you can just leave me here?" the girl winced, her eyes welling up with tears as he dug his fingers painfully into her skin. Brad raised his other hand, balling it into a fist, and that was when Rafe had heard enough. He stepped in, grabbing Brad by the collar and wrenching him away from her.

"Stop it, please!" she cried, her voice wobbling as she tried to pull Rafe and Brad apart. Rafe growled at Brad, completely ignoring the girls cry to make him stop, "Never lay your hands on a woman like that, especially not if she's with a piece of shit like you. Show some respect, asshole." Rafe released his grip on Brad's collar, shoving him backwards. Brad stumbled, righted himself, and then spat at Rafe, "Mind your own business, old man!" He turned to the young woman, his face contorted with anger. "We're done, hear me? I'm leaving!" brad said before storming out of the bar.

Rafe watched Brad storm out of the bar, then turned his attention to the young woman. She was rubbing her wrist, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Are you alright?" he asked gently, his voice a stark contrast to Brad's harsh tone.

She looked up at him with red, puffy eyes, sniffling. "yeah...thank you...I'm so sorry...he's never...I mean, he's grabbed me before, but not like that...I'm so embarrassed..." She buried her face in her hands, sobbing. "Come here.." Rafe murmured, pulling her into a gentle hug. She burrowed into his chest, sobbing quietly. After a moment, he said, "I can take you home if you'd like." She sniffled, pulling back to look up at him.

that’s when y/n got a good look at the man.

he was taller than her; basically towering over her.

he was gorgeous.. blue eyes that were so intense, he had some scruff growing, that made you wonder what it felt like between your thighs—

"Yes, please...but you don't have to, you already did so much..." She hiccuped again, wiping her tears on the back of her hand. Rafe gave her a warm smile, that made her knees buckle, brushing her hair out of her face. "Nonsense, it's the least I can do," he insisted. "Besides, I wouldn't forgive myself if I let you take a cab home alone, not after what just happened." He helped her gather her things.

As they stepped out into the cool night air, Rafe turned to her and said, "I'm Rafe, by the way. Rafe Cameron." He extended a hand, waiting for her to take it.

and that’s how this whole situation started.

months later, rafe and y/n found themselves entangled within in his sheets, limbs entwined and bodies slick with sweat.

Rafe groaned as he thrust into her, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "You feel so good, sweetheart.." he hissed through gritted teeth.

His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips as he continued to pump into her, his thick erection stretching her, filling her completely. y/n moaned beneath him, her fingernails scoring his back as she clung to him, her inner muscles clenching around him with each thrust. "Oh, angel'," Rafe drawled, his voice low and rough with desire. "I told you I'd show you what it's like with an older man, didn't I?" He flexed his hips, driving deeper into her. “how much better i could take care of you.. hm?”

"You're so tight, so responsive...you were wasting your time with that boy," he groaned, his breath hitching as she scored her nails down his back once more. "I know what you need, sweetheart."

He shifted his angle, his powerful hips bucking against her as he drove into that spot that made her see stars. His thumb found her swollen bud, circling it expertly as his beard-roughened face nuzzled against her breasts. "cum for me, angel.”

y/n’s back arched, her head thrown back against the pillow as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She moaned his name, her voice hoarse and broken, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him. She was drowning in sensation, consumed by him. "Rafe..." with a guttural groan, Rafe buried his face against her neck and stiffened, his hips jerking against hers as he found his own release. He pulled out of her, his warm seed spilling onto her belly as he praised her. "So beautiful, sweetheart, so perfect..."

the bedroom door suddenly slammed open, revealing a red-faced Mr. Y/L/N. "Y/N!" he roared, his eyes darting between his daughter's naked form and Rafe's bare backside. "Rafe? are you fucking serious?" he barked at Rafe, who quickly grabbed his pants and covered himself. Mr. Thompson's face turned an even deeper shade of red as he took in the scene before him. "Rafe," he said, his voice tight. "We're business partners. I didn't realize our working relationship extended to...this." He gestured to y/n's prone form on the bed.

Rafe stood up, pulling his pants on and quickly tying the belt. He approached Mr. Thompson, opening his mouth to apologize, but the older man cut him off. "Just leave, Rafe," he said, his voice cold. "I need a moment with my daughter."

as soon as Rafe closed the door behind him, y/n sat up in bed and turned to her father, tears welling up in her eyes. "But Daddy, I love him!" she pleaded. "He saved me from that awful boyfriend of mine; brad! you hated him too! and he's kind and caring and he makes me so happy, Daddy," y/n continued, her voice trembling. "Can't you just... let us be together? Please?" Mr. Y/L/N sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. He looked at his daughter, seeing the desperation in her eyes. "No, y/n/n.." he said firmly, though his heart ached at the sight of his daughter's tears. "Not right now. I need time to process this. You're my little girl, and the idea of you with Rafe...it's just too much."

y/n’s shoulders slumped, and she nodded reluctantly. "Okay, Daddy. I understand," she said, wiping away her tears. But as soon as her father left the room—

she grabbed her phone and sent a quick text to Rafe: ‘Meet me tonight.’

Later that night, y/n snuck out of her bedroom window, carefully navigating the trellis she'd used countless times as a teenager. Rafe was waiting for her in his car, his face etched with concern. "I'm so sorry about your dad," he said, pulling her into a tight embrace, gently stroking her hair. y/n cuddled against his chest, nuzzling his neck. "He'll get over it," she insisted. "I mean, I'm not a kid anymore. He'll realize that eventually. And until then...we'll just have to keep sneaking out." Rafe smirked, his arms tightening around her. "Is it bad that I kinda like the sneaking around part?" he asked, his voice low and husky. y/n laughed softly, her heart fluttering at the possessive way he held her. "I think it's kinda hot, actually..”

They spent the evening on a little date, going to a quaint diner for milkshakes and fries, then strolling through the park hand in hand. Finally, they arrived at the movie drive-in, where they settled into Rafe's car with a blanket and a bag of popcorn.

As the movie began, Rafe's demeanor shifted. He became more focused on y/n than the screen, his hand slowly creeping up and down her thigh. He'd start at her knee, his touch light and gentle, then slowly drag his hand higher, his palm brushing against her inner thigh. y/n's heart raced as Rafe's hand continued its slow, torturous journey up her thigh. She tried to focus on the movie, but it was impossible with his warm touch igniting a fire beneath the surface. She felt herself getting wet, her panties growing damp with desire.

y/n squirmed in her seat, parting her legs ever so slightly to give Rafe better access. He took the hint, his hand sliding even higher until his fingers brushed against the lace of her underwear. "Rafe.." she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the movie's soundtrack.

Rafe leaned over, his breath hot against her neck as his fingers slowly slid beneath the fabric of her underwear. "Shh..” he whispered, his voice low and soothing. "We're just watching the movie, remember?" His fingers gently parted her folds, slowly caressing her wet warmth. Y/N bit her lip to keep from moaning as Rafe's fingers expertly stroked her. She tilted her hips, encouraging him to touch her more deeply. His thumb found her swollen nub, circling it slowly as his fingers continued to thrust in and out of her.

"You don't have to be quiet, sweetheart," Rafe murmured, his lips brushing against her earlobe. "The movie's loud enough to drown you out, and we're in my car. No one's going to hear you..”

y/n let out a loud whimper as Rafe's fingers picked up pace. "Oh god, Rafe!" she cried out, her voice echoing off the car's interior. He chuckled, his thumb pressing harder against her clit as his fingers pumped in and out of her soaked pussy.

y/n's hands clutched at the dashboard, her knuckles turning white as Rafe's touch pushed her closer and closer to the edge. "Rafe, please, I'm...I'm gonna..." she broke off with a loud moan, her body convulsing as she came hard against his fingers.

Rafe's hand gentled, slowly easing her through the aftershocks as he brought his shiny, wet fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. "Delicious," he murmured, his eyes locked onto hers. "Now, unbuckle my pants, like a good girl.”

With trembling hands, y/n reached over and unbuckled Rafe's belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He lifted his hips, allowing her to push his pants and boxers down just far enough for his hard length to spring free.

Rafe praised her with a low, "Good girl," his voice thick with desire. He wrapped one hand around the back of her neck, gently guiding her down onto her knees on the passenger seat. "Just like that, sweetheart. Now, wrap your hand around me and stroke." Rafe's breath caught as y/n wrapped her small hand around his thick shaft, her fingers barely touching as she slowly stroked him. "That's it, just like that.." he praised, his voice low and gruff. "doing so good, sweetheart. It feels so good..”

Rafe's hand covered hers, guiding her as he showed her how he liked to be touched. "A little tighter," he instructed, "and a bit faster." He let her take over, his head falling back against the seat as she pleasured him. She loved the feel of him in her hand, his skin so hot and silky. She could tell he was close, his breathing growing faster, his hips jerking up to meet her strokes.

Rafe's grip on her hand tightened as he neared his climax. "Fuck, y/n you're going to make me...ah!" He came hard, his hot cum shooting out of him in thick, creamy pulses as he pumped his hips against her hand. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..” Rafe let out a satisfied sigh, his body relaxing back against the seat. "y/n.." he breathed, "You're incredible." He reached out, gently cupping her cheek and tilting her face up to his. "Come here," he said softly, pulling her up onto his lap.

y/n straddled Rafe's lap, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as he kissed her deeply. She could taste herself on his lips, mixed with the salty tang of him. He ran his hands up and down her back, his touch tender and soothing.

a few days later, y/n juggled several shopping bags as she let herself into the house, calling out, "I'm home!" She dropped her bags in the hallway and headed for the kitchen, skidding to a halt in the doorway. Mr. Y/L/N was sitting at the kitchen table, his face unreadable. "Dad?" Her dad took a deep breath. "y/n, I've been thinking a lot lately. You’re 20, and...well, I think it's time I give you some more freedom." He paused, running a hand through his hair. “know I can be...overprotective.." he admitted, his face flushing with embarrassment. "But it's only because I love you so much, and I just want to keep you safe. But I realize now that shutting you out and not letting you date is probably doing more harm than good."

"So, I've decided to trust you more. You're a smart girl, and you deserve to have a normal teenage life. But," he added, pointing a finger at her, "whoever you're seeing, they'd better treat you right. You understand?" y/n launched herself at her dad, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. "Thank you, Daddy!" she exclaimed. "You have no idea how much this means to me." She pulled back, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "So, does this mean I can see rafe again?"

Her dad hesitated, his jaw tensing. "Rafe's a good man," he finally said. "But he's older than you. And he's my business partner." He sighed, "Just...promise me you'll take things slow, okay?"

y/n nodded eagerly, hugging her dad again. "I promise, Dad. I'll be careful, I swear." She kissed his cheek goodbye, then hurried out the door, practically skipping to her car. She drove to Rafe's house, her heart racing with excitement as she pulled into his driveway.

She rang the doorbell, shifting from foot to foot nervously as she waited. The door swung open, revealing Rafe shirtless, with low-slung sweats and a lazy smile. "Hey, beautiful," he drawled, pulling her inside and kissing her deeply. rafes pulled back from the kiss, frowning slightly. "What's gotten into you?" he asked, even as his hands roamed over her curves. "Not that I'm complaining." He nipped at her bottom lip. "But you're acting extra needy tonight..”

Rafe's eyes widened briefly before a slow smile spread across his face. "Well, then..." he murmured, scooping her up in his arms and carrying her to the bedroom. He laid her down gently on the bed, his hands and mouth continuing to explore her body. "No more sneaking around..no more hiding..” Rafe's hands slowly pushed up her tank top, baring more of her skin to his touch. He kissed along her collarbone, his fingers toying with the hem of her top. "Lift your arms," he murmured, his voice low and commanding.

Rafe's kisses trailed down her body, his hands following suit. He unhooked her bra, his hands gently squeezing her breasts before his mouth followed, lavishing attention on each peak. He slowly kissed his way down her stomach, his hands gripping her thighs as he knelt between them. "You have no idea how hard it's been..” Rafe growled, his hands skimming up her sides. "I'd have kept sneaking around to be with you, no matter what your dad said." He nuzzled into her neck. "I'm so addicted to you, angel..”

y/n writhed beneath him, her breath hitching. "Well, thankfully we don't have to sneak around anymore," she purred, her hands tangling in his hair. "Now you can have me whenever you want." Rafe groaned, his hands tightening on her hips. "Whenever I want, huh?" He nipped at her skin, his fingers tracing the waistband of her jean shorts. "And what if I want you right now? On the bedroom floor, up against the wall, bent over the couch...”

y/n whimpered, her body aching with need. "Yes," she hissed, arching into him. "All of the above. God, Rafe, you're killing me." She wiggled out of his grasp, shimmying out of her jeans and underwear in one go. Rafe grinned wickedly, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Eager little thing, aren't you?" He grabbed her ankles, pulling her to the edge of the bed. "Well, since you're offering...I think I'll start with the floor."

y/n giggled, her voice breathy as Rafe dragged her off the bed and onto the floor. "The floor, huh?" she teased, wrapping her legs around his waist. "You're so romantic." Rafe chuckled, his hands gripping her backside as he kissed the side of her mouth. "Romance later," he promised, his voice growing darker.

"Right now, I just want to bury myself inside you and hear you scream my name." His hands tightened, wanting her to flip over on her knees and palms. Rafe's hands kneaded her backside as he aligned himself with her core, his thick length pushing inside her inch by inch. He gave her time to adjust, his lips exploring hers deeply. His calloused hands were a stark contrast to her soft skin, his fingers flexing as he held onto her.

Rafe's jaw clenched as he drew back and thrust forward again, his pace quickening. "Like this?" he asked gruffly, pulling out of her and pushing back in as he hit it from behind, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her back onto him. She arched her back, pushing herself onto him. She could feel every inch of him, the new angle allowing him to go deeper than before.

“Yes! shit.. just like that," y/n panted, her fingers clawing at his black carpet. "You're so deep...you touch...you touch something inside me." Her words were punctuated by his powerful thrusts, her breath hitching with each movement. "Harder, Rafe, please." Rafe chuckled darkly behind her, his fingers tightening on her hips. "You think you can handle it, angel?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement. Without waiting for a response, he sped up his pace, his hips snapping forward as he buried himself inside her over and over.

Rafe's pace grew faster, his breathing ragged. "You're taking my cock so well, sweetheart.." he praised, his hand snaking around to toy with her puffy clit. He slapped her backside once, twice, the sound of flesh on flesh mingling with their moans. "Such a good girl.” His large hand splayed across her stomach, his fingers splaying over her pretty belly as he pistoned in and out of her. His calloused palm caressed her hip, squeezing her backside appreciatively before delivering another stinging slap. “so fucking beautiful..and all mine.”

y/n's fingers wrapped around his wrist, guiding his hand back to her front. "Desk," she moaned, her voice barely a whisper. "Want you...on the desk..." Rafe understood, his arms wrapping around her waist as he stood, still buried inside her. He carried her to the desk, his strong arms cradling her backside as he perched her on the edge. He leaned her back onto the desktop, his hands braced on either side of her. "Better?" he asked, his eyes flicking up to meet hers.

y/n smiled sweetly, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Yeah," she whispered, her arms wrapping around his neck. She drew him closer, her legs wrapping around his waist. "Now, don't be gentle," she breathed, her fingers tangling in his hair.

Rafe's jaw clenched as he drew back and drove into her with force, making the desk screech back. "Like this?" he asked, his voice gruff. His teeth nipped at her shoulder, his hand fisting in her hair and tugging gently. He pulled her head to the side, his lips finding her throat. y/n's head fell back, her mouth parting as a low, guttural moan escaped. Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling sharply as her hips canted forward to meet his powerful thrusts. "yes! f-fucking perfect..”," she gasped, her voice barely recognizable. "Mark me, please."

Rafe's moan echoed through the room, the feelings overwhelming him. He suckled at her shoulder, leaving a dark hickey before biting down on her neck, marking her with another bruise as he continued to pound into her. His teeth sank into her flesh, his hips slamming forward with each powerful thrust. He could feel her nails scoring his back, her heels digging into his backside as she urged him on.

The sensations became too much for both of them. y/n’s breath hitched, her body tensing as she climbed closer to the peak. Rafe's breathing grew ragged, his face burrowing into the crook of her neck as he neared his own release.

"Rafe," y/n whimpered, her body quivering. "I'm— i’m close..." Her insides quivered around him, her release nearing. “shh, it’s okay baby, let go for me..”

Rafe's fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place as he drove into her with brutal intensity, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. "Where do you want me to cum, baby?" he growled, his own release threatening to overwhelm him. "Tell me where you want my load." "Inside me," y/n moaned, her voice barely a whisper. "Please, Rafey, I want to feel you...come inside me. Now, please, now..." Her words spurred him on, her inner muscles tightening around him.

Rafe's eyes rolled back, his face contorting with pleasure. The pressure became too much, and with a guttural moan, he buried his face in her neck and came inside her, his hot seed spurting into her as his hips continued to jerk forward; making y/n whimper at the slight overstimulation.

His arms wrapped around her, crushing her to his chest as his body shook with the force of his release. y/n’s own body convulsed, her nails digging into his back as she found her own peak, milking him for every last drop.

Rafe collapsed against her, his breath hot against her neck. "You did so good for me, baby," he praised, his voice hoarse. "You took all of me like such a good girl." He pressed gentle kisses to her skin, his arms tightening possessively around her. "my sweet girl..” They stayed entwined on the desk for several long moments, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Rafe gently lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bathroom, where he stepped into the shower with her, carefully cleaning her up. "I love you," he murmured, pressing soft kisses to her skin.

y/n's heart skipped a beat at the words, her eyes widening in shock. This was the first time Rafe had ever said "I love you" to her, and it meant the world to her.

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Yma Sumac (1950)

[galaxianpatrol]

[demoralised]

Porsche 964 Turbo

[atomic-raunch]

Unknown model for the 1965 Man Junior Annual

[haveyouheardthisband]

[exoticas-latinas]

[phonographica]

Haruomi Hosono, Shigeru Suzuki & Tatsuro Yamashita - Pacific (1978)

[thecreativemillennial]

Johnny Rotten and Siouxsie Sioux

[eroticnoices]

stiles stilinski x afab!reader

warnings: hand festish, praise kink, female oral receiving, fingering, pussy eating, squirting,

a/n: we need more stiles stilinski fics. so i’ve taken it into my hands now ;)

y/n, Stiles' girlfriend of two years, had an unusual obsession.

She was utterly, fascinated by Stiles' large, veiny hands. She often found herself staring at them during mundane tasks, her heart racing as she imagined those strong hands exploring her body.

one day, Lydia, their mutual friend, caught y/n gawking at Stiles' hands yet again. "You know, most girls would be staring at his face or his abs," Lydia teased, elbowing y/n playfully. "But you? You're all about the hands."

y/n laughed nervously, quickly shushing Lydia and glancing around to make sure Stiles hadn't overheard. "I can't help it!" she whispered. "They're just so...manly. Those veins, Lydia... the way they flex when he's holding something... It's so hot." y/n covered her mouth.

Later that night, Lydia couldn't help but spilling the beans to Stiles. "Dude, your girlfriend has a major thing for your hands," she giggled. Stiles stared at her, puzzled. "My hands?" he repeated. Lydia nodded, mimicking y/n's earlier words.

Intrigued, Stiles paid extra attention to y/n’s reactions over the next few days.

Sure enough, he caught her staring at his hands several times, her cheeks flushing when she realized he'd noticed.

One evening, as they were cuddled on the couch, he decided to have some fun.

Stiles flexed his fingers exaggeratedly as he channel-surfed, trying to suppress a grin. y/n's gaze was instantly drawn to his hands, her breathing hitched. "You like these, don't you?" he asked, a teasing edge to his voice. y/n sat up straight, feigning ignorance. "What? Your hands? They're just hands, Stiles." But her flushed cheeks betrayed her.

Stiles chuckled, turning to face her. "Come on, baby. Lydia told me." He wiggled his fingers at her, the veins standing out prominently. "She said you have a thing for my'manly hands'." He grinned, quoting Lydia's words.

y/n groaned, burying her face in her hands. "Oh my god! Lydia blabbe!" She slid down on the couch, disappearing beneath a pillow. Stiles laughed heartily. "It's kind of cute," he said, still grinning. "Just call me weird already!" y/m mumbled from beneath the pillow, her voice muffled. Stiles laughed again, pulling the pillow off her head. "Weird?" He traced a finger along her jawline. "I think it's kind of adorable."

y/n gawked at his hands, her gaze tracing the prominent veins and the way his fingers curled around hers. She felt a flutter in her chest, her heart racing as she stared at his hands. "They're just so...hot." she breathed, her voice barely audible.

Stiles smirked confidently, his eyes locked onto hers. "You know, there are a lot of things I could do with these 'manly' hands," he said softly, his voice laced with promise. "I could make you feel really, really good..." y/n swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. She could feel heat pooling between her legs at his words. "Oh, really?" she asked breathlessly. Stiles leaned in close, his lips brushing against her earlobe. "Mmmhmm..."

Stiles gently pulled y/n onto his lap, his strong hands gripping her waist. She gasped softly, her body tense with anticipation. He leaned in, his warm breath fanning against her neck as he began to kiss and nip at her sensitive skin. His fingers splayed across her stomach, flexing possessively.

y/n moaned softly, arching into him, Stiles whispered hoarsely against her neck. "Can I... Can I touch you, baby? Can I show you just how 'hot' my hands can be?"

"Please," y/n whimpered, her hands gripping his arms tightly. She was lost in the sensation of his lips on her neck, his warm breath, the gentle pressure of his fingers on her stomach. "Please, Stiles... just please..." Her voice trailed off into a needy sigh. Stiles smirked to himself, feeling a surge of pride. He'd barely even touched her, and she was already breathless and begging. His hands slowly slid downward, caressing her curves possessively.

Stiles effortlessly picked y/n up, his hands gripping her ass possessively. She let out a surprised squeak, wrapping her legs around his waist. He carried her to his bedroom, his strides confident, and gently set her down on his bed. His eyes met hers, filled with heat and desire.

Stiles began to trail kisses down y/n’s chest, his lips caressing every inch of exposed skin. He nipped gently at her collarbone, his hands working at the buttons of her shirt. As he reached her jeans, he paused, looking up at her. "Can I?"

y/n whimpered, her nails gently scraping against Stiles' scalp as she ran her fingers through his hair. "Yes, please," she breathed, her eyes hooded with desire. Stiles grinned, his fingers deftly popping open the button of her jeans. "Watch," Stiles growled softly, his fingers curling around the hem of her jeans. He slowly began to peel them off, inch by agonizing inch, his knuckles brushing against her thighs.

y/n’s heart was racing, her breath coming in short gasps as she watched Stiles slowly remove her jeans. The deliberate slowness of his actions was driving her wild with anticipation. She felt a throbbing ache between her legs, her panties the only thing separating her from his touch.

Her fingers clutched at the bedsheets beneath her, her knuckles turning white. Stiles finally got her jeans off, tossing them carelessly aside. He sat back on his heels, his gaze locked onto hers. "Now, these cute little panties..." Stiles leaned forward, his elbows resting on the bed as he reached for y/n's red panties. He dragged them slowly off her legs, the fabric rubbing against her sensitive skin. As he tossed them behind him, y/n let out a frustrated whine, her hands fisting in the sheets.

y/n reached for him, her voice breathy as she began, "Stiles, please..." But before she could finish, he spread her thighs wide and blew cold air against her wet, aching core. She moaned softly, her head tilting back, her words lost in a wave of pleasure.

with that stupid a smug grin, Stiles looked up at her from between her thighs. "What was that, baby?" he taunted, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs. He tossed her legs over his shoulders, bringing his face closer to her core. "You were saying something, I think?" Just as y/n opened her mouth to repeat her plea, Stiles wrapped his lips around her clit and gave it a gentle suck. The sudden sensation made her jerk in surprise, cutting off her words with a loud, drawn-out moan. Her back arched off the bed as she struggled to catch her breath.

"Uh-uh," Stiles chided softly, pausing his ministrations. He looked up at her, his face glistening. "Eyes on me, pretty lady." His thumbs spread her folds apart, drawing her gaze back down. "Watch me worship you, baby."

y/n eagerly pushed herself up on her elbows, her eyes locked onto Stiles' face as he buried it between her thighs once more. The angle allowed her to watch as he slowly ran his tongue up her wet folds, pausing to circle her opening before continuing upward to swirl around her throbbing nub. Stiles' smirk grew wider as he noticed y/n watching him intently, her eyes never leaving his face.

He found himself wanting to give her more, to make her admire his skills for longer. He doubled his efforts, his tongue delving deeper into her folds, his lips suckling gently on her clit.

y/n's jaw slackened as she let out a string of loud moans, her brows furrowing in ecstasy. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment, her body tensing as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. But remembering his instruction, she forced her eyes open, her gaze locked onto his.

His grip on her thigh tightened as he shifted closer, keeping her legs spread wide. Slowly, he slid his middle and ring fingers into her warmth, his knuckles brushing against her folds. "keep your legs open for me, baby." he commanded, his voice low and dominant.

His fingers slowly thrust in and out of her, his pace gradually quickening as her hips bucked against his hand. His thumb pressed down on her lower abdomen, tilting her hips up to give him better access. "That's it, pretty. Just like that..mhm.”

His rhythm quickened, his fingers pumping into her faster and harder. His thumb swirled around her throbbing nub in tight, quick circles. "y/n," he panted, his breath hot against her thighs. "Have you always been attracted to my hands, sweet girl?" y/n gasped, her hips jerking against his hand as he sped up his pace. "Y-yes," she stuttered, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. "Your hands are so... skilled." She grasped at his wrist, trying to steady herself as he continued to finger fuck her mercilessly.

Stiles groaned in approval, his moan sending shock waves right to your core while his own hips are bucking against the mattress in rhythm with his hand. "Good girl.." he praised, his voice hoarse with desire. "You're taking my fingers so well, baby. Just like that... keep meeting my hand with your hips.. so fucking hot.”

without warning y/n's inner walls clenched tightly around Stiles' fingers, her climax building rapidly.

She whimpered and bucked, her entire body trembling as she sought to wrap herself around his digits. Her juices soaked his hand, the sound of her frantic breathing and the squelching of his fingers filling the room.

Stiles' smirk grew wider as y/n’s body shook and her essence gushed out, coating his face and hands. He chuckled darkly, his voice laced with satisfaction.

"You just squirted all over me, baby.”

[lucidpast]

Interdimensional Exotica, Crab Hustlers (1994)

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Ritual Of The Savage II

(Colorized / Coloreada)

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Born 102 years ago today: wondrous operatic Peruvian High Empress of Exotica Yma Sumac (née Zoila Emperatriz Chavarri Castillo, 13 September 1922 - 1 November 2008). All these decades later, Sumac’s divine superhuman voice still inspires awe! I revere all of Sumac’s recordings, but Legend of the Sun Virgin (1952) is a particular favourite. Pictured: portrait of gorgeous young Yma Sumac by Peter Stackpole for LIFE magazine (1950).

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Getting tropical with Bob Hope and Jayne Mansfield