#flutters my eyelashes. maybe i'll get around to it.

[the-knife-consumer]

Koppapites...

[dmitriene]

THOUGHTS ABOUT BATHING WITH SIMON.

cw: fluff, comfort, slighty suggestive, established relationship, female and male anatomy, sleepy and soft simon, maybe slighty ooc simon because of his behavior, hard on, intimacy, kisses, bits of a clingy behavior, hints on sex. pairing: bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

 ✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

periodically, getting simon into the bath was a bit of a challenge, not because he was against showering on a schedule, but because he was terribly tired.

being at the base, running around on various missions that, at best, took several weeks, incapacitated any person, and he was no exception, especially once he finally returned home.

he was incredibly glad to return to the warmth of your common harbor only because he could finally rest, without unnecessary noise, without one open eye in case the enemy was unexpectedly close, without annoying and depressing experiences — just a soft bed, you, and your soothing scent.

the slight smell of cologne and ingrained gunpowder tickled your nose when simon buried a slightly uneven line of his nose into the back of your neck, blowing it with periodic warm sighs and thus tickling your skin, while his voluminous, heavy hand was thrown around your waist, literally pressing you into the place near him, he wasn't sleeping, at least not completely, at the moment he was just silently enjoying your presence.

you toss and turn, causing him to pull away from you with a slight dissatisfied growl so that you change your position, facing him when he was already in a hurry to bend down to bury his face in your chest, but you intercept him, the roar of chesty growls is heard throughout the room, frozen in the morning silence, while his light stubble pricks yours warm palms, and you lift his face, seizing the moment to examine his dirty blond hair, which would be nice to wash, his stubble has grown, gunpowder has eaten into his light eyelashes, turning them black to match his bottomless, equally dark brown eyes.

simon frankly doesn’t understand why you don’t let him rest, and you are driven by sincere concern when you stroke the line of his cheekbones, tracing the edges with your fingers and scratching him like a cat, forcing his already barely open brown eyes to close with fluttering eyelashes, snuggling into your warmth and comfort closer, looking for more affection, but you are in a hurry to interrupt him with a whisper from which he frowns, practically jerks back like a dissatisfied kitten, so incomparable to a strong soldier, but this is no less charming, because such a reaction is caused by one simple invitation — «need to clean up, si, you're home already second day and just sleep all the time, i can't even recognize my man anymore»

— «no wanna» he interrupts instantly, childishly leaving the warmth of your palms and immediately turning over to the other side, showing you his bare, wide, slighty pale back, a scattering of scars, barely noticeable moles, even freckles that seem to appear to the eye as a homely canvas when he folds his hands on his chest, slightly tensing his muscles, which immediately go limp when you giggle at his behavior, pressing closer, wrapping your arms around his torso and reverently leaving a warm kiss on the curve of his shoulder, feeling the tense muscles as if under the lips themselves.

— «come on, si, i'll help you, hmm? would make you a warm, bubbly bath, help you wash yourself, give a massage to those aching muscles of yours?» you mumble rather purring, quite seductively, running your fingers along the curve of his muscle and shoulder blades, practically tickling, and he is unable to deny the craving for the way you describe it, making him growl and rise, brushing the blanket off his hips and standing in nothing but in boxers, stretching on the corner of the bed.

— «bloody woman» the only thing he mutters, not at all out of resentment and hostility, but from the realization of how much power you hold over him, forcing him to overcome all laziness and fatigue in order to finally reach the bathroom, shuffling his feet on the floor not even in slippers, throwing open the door when you follow behind him, nothing more than giggling from gloating and his domesticated appearance, just like a lazy, well-fed cat, with crumpled strands of hair, a slight softness on the sides and belly.

the smell of scented bath foam and some kind of scrub caresses your nose with soothing smells when you sit with simon, settled in a slightly narrow, but at the same time comfortable bathtub, he reclines with his arms outstretched on both edges of the snow white ceramic, looking at you sleepily through the flutter of his light eyelashes when you gently rub his chest, washing everything thoroughly, sitting in front of him in a complete nakedness and focusing on his comfort as he traces your every move.

his muscles relaxed, the hot water doing its job of softening him while you rub the scrub into his rough, scarred skin, doing deep cleansing, and he doesn’t even resist or turn his nose, allowing you to absorb the sweetish aroma into him, making his skin completely soft to the touch, as if he had just been born, leaving his hairy chest and strong muscles to go lower and down to his legs.

simon lifts one leg, following your movement, allowing you to stroke it with a washcloth that was floating nearby, applying even more foam on top of the one that was already there, while he only followed with his eyes, looking at your naked breasts and wet nipples, covered with the same foam with warm water and unable to look away, starting to pull his hand, crumpling your hip under the water and pulling you towards him, making you squeak, losing focus — «simon! what's happening, love?»

he simply grumbles, arranging you on his lap to press closer to your wet, warm skin, outlining your waist with his heavy hands, kneading the soft flesh under his fingers with pleasure, burying his nose somewhere in the intersection of your shoulder and chest, limp and relaxed, without raising his head, to which you sigh and just stroke his shoulders, moving to the back of his head and going down to his neck, scratching and purring — «talk to me, si»

he remains silent, as if on purpose, continuing to breathe measuredly into the area of your collarbone and fidget with his lips against the soft flesh, before you feel his limp cock rise slowly, rubbing against your bodies and softly hitting his lower abdomen, straining slightly, thick veins run along the length of his hard cock, the tip slowly gets wet not only from water, but also from sticky precum, and now you understand his excessive clinginess to you, giggling quietly before kissing the top of his head.

he finally raises his head in response to the light touch of your lips to his wet hair, brown eyes look absolutely calm and puppy like, moving to softly kiss your breasts, while his slippery hands change position from your hips to your thighs, stroking, as if silently asking for green color and resolution to go further, but when you tsk, he snorts in disappointment, hitting his forehead against your ribcage.

— «no, si, first i continue to wash you, and then we'll see about this» you tut, taking up the stroke of the back of his neck again, sliding down his back with pressing fingertips, stroking and pressing on the tense muscles before he mumbles — «fine, love..» and lifts his head again, tilting it back along with his back, letting you move on to washing his hands, rubbing in the shower gel and a slightly tingling scrub, as simon's head tilts slightly to the side with quiet breathing, his eyelids growing heavier with a fleeting movement of blonde lashes before he settles into a sensual sleep, his slightly hairy chest heaves with each breath.

as long as you continue to groom him, focusing back on washing his body with the still hot water, moving slightly on his lap before scooping even closer, reaching out to stroke his wet hair and squeeze the shampoo into your palm, rubbing his scalp, massaging and scratching, causing him to growl contentedly and flutter his eyes, seems that he won't be able to continue other activities after such a bath.

[leilanihours]

# I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU SAY IF YOU SAY IT WITH YOUR HANDS

pairing: paige bueckers x reader

word count: 642

warnings: none !

summary: sleepy paige doesn't want you (her favorite pillow) to leave.

⭑ from lani: heres a super duper short fluffy blurb before i drop "imgonnagetyouback" tmr ! also this was not proofread so it might suck a bit..

masterlist !

THE WARM SPRING sun spills into your room, hugging you and your girlfriend as you lay entangled underneath your white comforter. paige's off-season has been treating you both so well.

with finals being over and graduation right around the corner, the two of you finally have a breath to relax and truly focus on each other.

you've been spending countless hours together, some of your friends commenting that they miss your appearances at their casual hangouts. regardless, you and paige have been all over each other, savoring the calm before the inevitable storm that is graduating.

when paige announced her decision to stay at uconn for a fifth year, it rocked everyone's worlds, including your own. not only did this mean that both of you would be separated, but it meant that you would have to leave her. the stressful thought has been stuck in your mind, and it is currently what keeps you from falling back asleep in the early hours of the morning.

anyone with eyes could see how much you truly loved each other. whether paige is picking up coffee for you in the middle of the night or you're rebounding for her as she practices on weekends, your relationship has never been so rich in affection.

but of course, there's nothing you love more than having your arms wrapped around your favorite person. gazing down at paige, you observe her soft features illuminated by the sun peeking through your blinds. her smooth skin, slightly pink cheeks, and fluttering eyelashes all adding up to make her undeniably beautiful profile.

gently, you place a kiss on her forehead and begin to slowly twist out from under her. she stirs from the sudden movement, snuggling even further into your frame.

"paige," you whisper.

"mm.." she mumbles, still fast asleep in your chest.

“i have to get up, baby.”

“no you don’t.”

“how do you know that?” you tease.

“because you belong in this bed, with me, sleeping,” she replies in a raspy voice, still not fully awake.

“i have to meet up with nika.”

“cancel on her.”

“sorry?” you laugh.

“y’heard me,” she says, adjusting her position so that she’s now fully on top of you.

“paige.”

“hi.”

“you gotta let me up, babe.”

“but i’m so comfortable. you’re so comfortable. so warm and soft. like a pillow,” she breathes in your scent and sighs in content, bearing the most adorable sleepy smile. she’s practically drunk on sleep - on you.

“c’mon, i’ve already canceled on her once,” you beg, “she’s gonna hate me and you if i cancel again.” 

after a beat of silence you tilt your head down only to be met with paige being knocked out again. you wrap your arms around her large frame as you roll the both of you to the empty side of the bed. now paige is underneath you, giving you the perfect escape route. you carefully retract your arms and sit up to head to the bathroom.

you failed.

“where do you think you’re goin?” the blonde’s arms are secure around yours, preventing you from moving at all.

“paige.”

“hi.”

“nope, i’m not doing this again.”

“then just stay here.”

“paige-“

“please?” you falter as her cold hands work their way under your hoodie, softly rubbing your bare back. you release a deep breath as you feel her hands begin to massage your shoulders gently, closing your eyes from the feeling.

“hand me my phone, will you, babe?”

she removes one of her hands from your skin to reach for your phone on the bedside table. she hands it to you with a confused look on her face as you raise your head from her chest to scroll through your contacts.

“hey nika? i’m gonna have to move our hike to tomorrow morning,” you feel paige squeeze your shoulders at this, “maybe next week.”

— leilani signing off ! 📁

[youaresimplylovely]

Kisses.

Pairings: Carlos Sainz x Wife!Reader

Summary: In which Carlos loves kissing his wife ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

Words: 716

Proofread!!

A/N: another one shot for my lovelies, will make a post about my list of one shots (⁠づ⁠｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠づ

To say that Carlos loves kissing his wife, you, was a complete understatement. It was more than "love" it was an addiction, maybe obsession too. You can't really blame the guy and he says that himself. Who is he to blame? When his wife is such a goddess and is so beautiful, he can't help but kiss her all the time.

￣￣

Snoring softly, your breathing going up and down as you peacefully hurdle in your sleep. You smile through your sleep, it was so relaxing and comfortable. Suddenly, a soft touch of someone's lips touched your face. Groggily waking up, eyes fluttering open to see your husband and his lips peppering kisses all over you. From your face and down to your neck.

A soft chuckles comes out of your mouth, hands wrapping around the back of your husband's neck as he hovered on top of you. Carlos smiles softly with sleepy eyes, planting a soft kiss on your lips.

"Ay you're still sleepy" Laughing softly as you caress his hair while he plants more kisses on your neck.

"Yeah but I wanted to kiss my wife" He mumbles, his lips shifting from your neck to your face causing you to giggle.

"it's 7AM in the morning baby" You whine playfully, you didn't have the fact that he was kissing you. You were just teasing him.

"morning kisses" he flashes a charming smiles, flipping over to lay back down next to you eventually flipping you over too so you're on top of him as he continues kissing his beautiful wife.

￣￣

Carlos and Charles had a photoshoot for a brand, despite you telling your husband that you didn't need to accompany him since it was just nearby but he practically begged you to come. You had no choice but to come, you knew he wanted you to come just for the kisses.

You sat on the couch of the dressing room Carlos was assigned. While Carlos was sat in the seat of the vanity as the makeup artist puts on light makeup on him.

"babyy" Carlos whines, frantically tapping his fingers on the vanity table.

"I need a kiss, I need you" He turns to his side to look at you with a pout as the makeup artist continues to powder his face with a little struggle.

"After your touch up baby, I promise after the makeup artist finished putting makeup on you" You smile at him softly, chuckling at his cute behaviour.

"But baby, I want a kiss" He whines even more, crossing his arms still pouting.

"I'll be right back, I'll just get some hair product." The makeup artist informs you and Carlos as she leaves the dressing room.

You could see the happiness in Carlos' eyes as the makeup artist left. He was smiling like a little kid, almost squealing as he looks at you. "Kiss baby kiss"

A laugh comes out of your face, you approach him. Standing in front of him with a smile on your face, cupping his cheeks as you kiss his lips.

You let out a yelp, feeling Carlos' hand on your waist sitting you on his lap. You guys were practically making out, hands wrapping around on his neck while his hands tightly held on your waist.

￣￣

Kisses were everywhere, every minute, every second, every hour.

￣￣

You brush your teeth in the bathroom, slightly flinching as the bathroom door opened to see Carlos smiling at you.

"you scared me" you mumble, chuckling as you continue brushing your teeth.

"kiss" he flutters his eyelashes while smiling at you cutely.

You couldn't even say something till he kissed you. Eyes widened, trying to keep the toothpaste and the saliva in your mouth since you were brushing your teeth. Moments later, Carlos pulled away with a bright smile eventually chuckling as he watches your reaction.

You give him a playfully disgusted look, spitting the toothpaste out as you wash your mouth. Wiping your mouth with a towel, your eyes shifted to Carlos. You laugh softly, giving a kiss on the cheek.

￣￣

You really love your husband and his kisses, even if sometimes it's in weird situations. The feeling that someone wants to be that close and loving with you is so sweet. You'd gladly kiss him everyday and every moment he'd like.

[capslocked]

KINKVEMBER DAY: 7

[prompt: praise kink]

male reader x shen xiaoting

7k words

Well - from a glance, Xiaoting is flawless.

Every photographer makes the same movement as soon as she steps foot onto the stage - almost as if she's commanding them - but it's not a fair competition and she knows it.

The tiny black dress wrapped around her waist, hugging every meticulous angle in its stretch, isn't exactly the most practical of options, but then again nor was the sleeveless cut or the low-backend, nor the slit in the skirt that shows however much leg you're curious to see, nor the five-inch Louboutins with little ribbons at the ankles, crystals in their mesh like a real-life glass slipper - so, truly, anything about this outfit.

But in this industry, red carpets are about one thing: image.

(Something Xiaoting wields in excess.)

She pauses the subtle sashay of her hips mid-way across the stage, and pivots around, straightening out the waves in her hair, done-up and perfect-in-pink, over her shoulders. She lets the flash of every camera illuminate the swell of her lips in full - reflect and shimmer in the sequence of diamonds dangling under her ears. But it's all in that little smirk, the tilt of her chin. Everything working together to sell the moment; how breathtakingly beautiful she is, how proud, confident and seemingly indifferent to all the commotion happening around her - to every person calling her name and pleading for her to look in this specific direction.

You can watch how deliberate she holds her posture. See it. Understand it. Watch how she tips her head. The genuine kind of smile that could drive anyone to absolute ruin.

Maybe the more obvious: how the cameras love her - love the flash, the shine and glitter and sparkle of the fabric, love the turn of a heel onto where her legs are poised, her profile a perfect angle for every shot and more and more and more.

There's not even the slightest suggestion of just how overwhelmed she is.

-

"You're not supposed to be back here," is the very first thing you hear, as soon as Xiaoting catches your reflection in the vanity mirror.

You hold up a press pass with a headshot that loosely looks like you. Like in a really dark, kind of out-of-focus photo sort of way. Xiaoting simply lets out a slightly disapproving sigh.

"Someone's probably looking for that, you know."

"What's the worst thing that could happen? Someone doesn't get to ask you what your favorite color is, or what you had for breakfast? God forbid we need to know your TMI."

She slips the crystal bracelet off the end of her narrow wrist and places it gently next to the red carpet gear strewn across the surface in front of her. A necklace. The earrings, similar in their shimmer. A matching headband, an evening clutch in white. It's all sitting, not necessarily disorganized, but it's in the mess that Xiaoting is all the while searching for things; lip gloss and makeup, small hair clips.

"You could get us both in trouble, for starters."

When she looks up at you, briefly, there's an attempt at a scolding expression - a short-lived one, how it quickly gives way to a grin, a laugh, all the things she can't help when it's you in particular.

"I'll make sure it finds its way back where I found it," and with a hand over her shoulder, "or at least somewhere close enough. If anyone asks."

Xiaoting bounces an impossibly sweet smile off the mirror at you when her eyes find yours again. And while she starts unclipping pins from her hair, lifting and tousling and adjusting the curls into a more familiar shape, you're almost entranced in the way her shoulders loosen and her eyelashes flutter. In this light, she's even more devastating: an illusion of something both fragile, and immensely resilient.

"At the very least," she says, "I won't hold my breath for anyone else to find their way into my dressing room anytime soon."

She gets a hold of a simple clip, pulls a stray strand of pink off her cheek, and tucks it behind her ear. The gesture is fluid, elegant even, and so singular.

She really is, gorgeous.

The fact that you have to occasionally remind her of that is a different maddening issue entirely. You've always wondered - and always will continue to wonder, really - why it is the prettiest girls seem to have the hardest time understanding they're beautiful. It makes you crazy, makes your head hurt.

There's an entire world worth of things for her to fixate her attention on: her job, her fans and career; a hundred more names and faces to learn - people who would probably agree to hang the stars in the sky for her, given the chance, the mere opportunity. But instead she can only bring herself to stare into a mirror and compare notes and point out all these things she doesn't feel ready for.

This interview, or her performance, or the next.

"They're talking about me. Those 'insiders'," she explains, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the voices in the hallway. "Said, my styling this past year has been too 'soft.' Too 'girly.' No one's buying it," and with a pout: "now, or then, apparently"

"Always works for me," you tell her, in a way that implies it's absolutely none of their business at the end of the day; what colors Xiaoting shows up in, how she wears her makeup and dresses, her shoes or perfume.

She floats her fingers up to the dip of her collarbone, weaving them into your hand. The contented look on her face, now a near permanent fixture in the space she keeps between the two of you, suggests that of all her accessories - gifts and borrowed things she wears in a perpetual game of dress-up - you're the one she would prefer most.

"Well," she says, fixing you a mischievous twist of her brow, "you'd say that if I was up there wearing nothing at all."

"Oh, not a doubt in my mind."

(As usual, the both of you laugh far too much.

As usual, neither of you manage to care.

Your lives have always been about soft edges. A little nonsense here and there, so long as it means having more of her.)

She brings your knuckles to her lips, careful and reserved, and holds the tips of her fingers gently to your neck. "How much more do you have tonight?"

"The rest of the hour is probably asking too much." You help Xiaoting onto her feet, arms wrapping her middle, and with a kiss dropped into her hair, you tell her, "should probably report in, let someone know I haven't gotten myself expelled."

"Thought you said you were a terrible liar."

"Oh, I am," you say. "That's just how much trouble I've already been making for myself tonight."

Xiaoting watches you kiss her shoulder, her neck, all in amusement, eyes never breaking contact as your lips brush and linger against the delicate shape of her wrist. A shiver in her exhale - almost a laugh, an 'I'm listening,' in a form of its own - and you find her body shifting into a natural and familiar hold; the outline of her mouth so unbelievably tempting when it parts so naturally - that when it comes down to a choice: Xiaoting against you, you and her in her private room, the hustle and bustle, and rush-hustle of the building and people and machines outside your door -

It really doesn't take too much convincing.

"Fifteen minutes. They'll start wondering," you tell her, already dipping forward to capture her in your arms. She falls right back, perfectly content as though she doesn't belong anywhere else. "We'd have to be really quick."

"You're bad," Xiaoting hums, winding further into your arms, smiling between the warm, warm kisses you're trailing along the collar of her dress, where the zipper is resting and ready to be drawn down.

The moment is candid: you pressing your lips into the bare skin of her shoulder, following it up with something that's part laugh, and part the kind of sigh people make after too long without sleep. You're already struggling against the curve of her waist - the swell of her hips, all her curves - while your nose nuzzles in deeper, a delicate exploration into the bend of her neck, against her shoulder, the hint of perfume. 

"Only one of us can be perfect, sweetheart." The damn truth, even if she hears it all the time and from everyone else. "You're gonna have to settle.”

You watch her expression melt into that self-composed, self-confident mien when you say it - in a quiet, contented kind of way; an ethereal sort of assurance. As though she was never meant to be touched by anyone, much less held by you, but somehow decided to allow it nonetheless. That look in her eye, it makes your heart twist. Every damn time.

"What about an accident," she muses, "something keeping you longer. Twenty maybe?"

"Oh," you chuckle. "Those happen in the hallway and parking lot. Where everyone can see. Never behind the scenes, for a totally unlikely and unrelated reason."

"Technicalities."

She turns to face you, fully, eyes lit and shimmery under the room's lighting; pink hair, all shades of glitter and silk and the smoothest, warmest skin. Your touch grazes up her sides, palms smoothing over the fine print, the sequins in the fabric, her hands all the while busy weaving, needily, around your waist, underneath the line of your shirt, finding and tracing along the ridges in your hips and spine.

Xiaoting wants you - plain and simple as that. The look on her face says as much.

And if you don't touch her now, kiss and feel her against you - all of it at once - she'll make sure you regret ever prioritizing anything over her. Over the two of you, and how perfectly and neatly you fit together, even if that means you're both absent for press calls, or a segment, or an interview she can't be late to. She'll blame you and it'll be okay.

"Fourteen minutes now," you inform her. "If it’s something you're counting."

"Give or take a few," Xiaoting smiles. Her words slip against your cheek, hot and honey-coated. It's tempting. Her teeth find your jawline and the gentle nip against your skin is hard to ignore. "Did you lock the door?"

"Believe it or not, that was the first thing I did."

And with her hips in your palms, you steal a kiss, because you can - because she's kissing you right back - her forearms wrapping over your shoulders, holding you tight around your neck, and, ahh - Xiaoting's mouth - how eagerly, so desperately, she parts your lips and slips her tongue over your teeth, humming, mumbling happily into a second and third and fourth kiss. Then, once the heat of the moment sweeps in, melting into something slower, sweeter, lingering, a little deeper, it's another.

And another after that.

She leans into you, the rise and fall, slow-down-then-start-again, of her chest and of her breathing and of the tiny, stifled noises she’s kissing into your lips. Only you're pinching the fabric around her waist, slowly lifting the hem of her skirt further up her thighs and reminding her that there's a promise for slow later, that she can take all the time in the world to map and remember the planes and edges of your body; trace the curves of every little sensitive spot and learn again how she fits into your hands, in the time and space that's left to the two of you alone.

"Thirteen-"

"Minutes," she echoes breathily against your ear and over the sound of her fingers in your belt. "I know. Got it."

Xiaoting's hasty. She has to be; reaching and fumbling to pop open your pants while the heat of her mouth finds you first, her tongue sliding smooth across your throat, chin, the warmth and the taste, then along the corner of your mouth - your tongue chasing hers and turning it into a mess that's as intimate and satisfying as it is clumsy; breath catching in both your mouths, hands intertwining, needing the contact with just as much fervent abandon.

Off, off, off, she's murmuring into you, thumbs perched dangerously on your waist, dipping into the fabric, tracing the rim, taking a tease down a little farther with each lazy caress, and, in the very back of your mind, there's a small voice in agreement that insists you are most definitely in no hurry at all.

It grows louder when the small shape of Xiaoting's palm is all the way down the rise of your pants, all over where you're beginning to grow hard - straining and twitching and almost painfully, impatiently interested. You hold her closer and clutch harder because the need is like a burn - one that's seared itself comfortably, wonderfully between your hips, where you feel each brush and curve and fond stroke of her touch.

Her eyes lift to meet yours, gleaming and knowing and laughing, no doubt aware that you're both going to be wrecked no matter which of these games she wins.

"Nothing we can't solve here and now." She tells you.

"True."

"I'll get my mouth on you later, make it all better."

"Later?" Your voice, completely a mess and breaking just enough, forces its way between a kiss that feels anything but. You're pleading for her, into her lips. "Oh, is that a promise, sweetheart?"

"A promise," Xiaoting gasps. "Or a threat. Depends how fast you're ready for me."

"Hush." And you hold her mouth open with yours, devour and drink the sounds falling from her tongue, each one that starts off shallow then trails deeper and deeper and deeper, until her hands have settled over you, and her fingers are finally pushing below the hem, and working the length of your cock, up and down and along it all.

"Hey,” she says, far too inviting, “aren't you supposed to be, like, tearing off this dress by now?"

Xiaoting smirks up at you. With a slight motion of her hand, the other having come to wrap fully around your shaft, the two fingers twisting along your tip, spreading the beading moisture into a long stroke.

"Very gentlemanly of you, wanting to keep it all nice and put together-" and with a wiggle of her brows, "-unsuspicious."

You clench your teeth through a gasp - a jolt at the sudden brush of her fingertips over the base, further down. Xiaoting has that mischief to her - she always has - a certain inclination to press and test the boundaries until they're unrecognizable, to poke and prod where she shouldn't, only the slightest bit concerned.

"Trust me, I would. Only this is a dress I can't afford to ruin, sweetheart." You're leaning her against the vanity, freeing one of her hands to press around behind her, against the cold, cluttered countertop, feeling how the sharp breath in her lungs goes soft and hot immediately, wanting.

"In that case," she tells you, a knowing tilt in her mouth, "you'll just have to ruin me in it."

That's a little closer to your budget given how fast your arm slips under her hip, pulling her up onto the vanity and angling her into you. Her skirt ruffles and follows, the material all too eager to keep you and the lithe frame of her body nice and snug together. There's that sharp gasp in her chest again, at the hand you're running up her thighs; an approval to your arrangement in the sound of her laughter, to your kiss, and all the fever-filled strokes jerking your cock that she's busying herself with again.

You can feel an urge you both share and want to make real and tangible, to peel down and past and over those tiny black panties; feel the heat rising, the wetness there, and all the eager, eager noises of her pleasure.

"Ten minutes." Your teeth are grazing into her lip, her mouth, while she whimpers so pretty into your throat. "Does that put any ideas in your head?"

"Nearly everything." Xiaoting lets your pants fall and uses the back of her heel to skid them down around your feet. "But maybe, especially your cock right here, if you’re going to slide it so slowly over me-" she sucks on her next breath, holding her hand where her panties are; smoothing against you with her hips rocking forward.

You feel her head drop, slightly, when she whispers into a heated kiss, "right between, the most tender way, where I'm aching the most."

"I bet you'd look beautiful with it," you say, all kinds of things, leaning and mumbling into her neck, all that exposed skin. "My cum on you. Sitting so good right here, in such a tight little-"

She stops your teasing with her kiss, pushing forward to the point where her ass is bumping right against your hips, your hand, your cock; coaxing you in closer.

And then, a particularly stern warning, probably warranted, sneaks out through the bite of her lip; just barely restrained: "I swear to god if you make a mess anywhere - don’t, if you know what's best for you.”

"That's a pretty roundabout way of asking me to cum inside you, Xiaoting. Wording matters."

"Telling." Her smile is all kinds of sly; all for you to witness and tuck safely in your pocket later. "Not asking."

"We’ll see what we can do with nine minutes," you tell her, and your cock is snug against the lace of her underwear - right where she's so fucking wet - you can already hear it in the little, jerking huffs in her voice and on her breath and how your hands are touching her through the fabric. How between hot, clumsy kisses, she's lifting and drawing her body as close as possible and curling into you.

(God.)

"Easy," she mouths, all hot and hazy as she drags the lacy band of elastic aside. It's your turn to inhale and jerk and gasp, but there's hardly anything there to catch you, just her whisper that says, "there you go, honey, fill me up real slow. Right to the very, very top," her voice arching high when you've begun to nudge your cock into her, opening her up and up and up with a slow, steady thrust. "Just - like - that."

And in the seconds, maybe minutes (you’re trying not to lose track), that follow, you are holding your breath against the heat blossoming through her cheek. Against Xiaoting, flushed and whimpering, hands buried in her dress and her hips starting to roll back on your cock. It's a tiny adjustment; nowhere to go but deeper, further - grinding together however you can manage.

It's one thing to love each other quietly, discretely and with all that discretion.

It's another entirely, in times like these, to give in to a raw-edge impulse that hits suddenly and leaves just as fast. Your hips snap in and in and in, Xiaoting's chest rising and rising, her head turned and pressed into the shoulder of your shirt, her hand already caught in a fistful of sleeve. And you - the friction is so soft and so good, a slick, easy glide of your cock - full - all the way to the very last inch.

Just her seedy, whimpering whine fills the back of your neck and your ear, and her arms and her legs locked in around you, like a coil ready to burst, that ache coming to a head.

The ends of her hair are soft and sweet where you gather a fistful of pink around your wrist, hold - pull, like a taut string. Xiaoting gasps a fluttering note as her chin tips up, the smooth canvas of her throat begging to be kissed and roughed up in just the right places. Reddening like the insides of her thighs, the heat there, where they're pinched around your waist - delicate little marks of where you're fucking her open and bare and deep and so well.

You could drink up each and every noise - all the keening and humming, the ruffled, strung-out sounds; how you're both breathing into a shared mess of gasping and panting, of Xiaoting whimpering into your throat, clinging on like she'll die otherwise. "Faster," she pleads all desperate and urgent. "More. Fuck this pussy like it deserves, don't you want it? So wet, can't you feeling how I'm aching?"

You can. Hot and wet and absolute.

You can feel the shudder-wreck, the absolute throe - there's not an ounce left between you; nothing but her slick, warm cunt clutching and hugging your cock, letting it stretch her apart and fill her again and again, the little ridge between your hips slipping over her clit on a forward, upward stroke and grinding there, with a shaky hand cradling her lower back for support while you drive back into the thrust.

"Ting, fucking christ - Ting, your tight little pussy is incredible." You groan into her skin. "Taking me, fucking, taking every, last, inch-"

"I can feel you fucking throbbing," Xiaoting tells you, all teasing and exasperated as she lets your name turn into a series of vibrating hums against your lips. "You're going to make me fucking lose it, the way you're hitting me inside."

See, you fit together, inside-and-outside so perfect; that when you begin to really fuck Xiaoting, when she's making it clear, over, and over, yes, harder, give it to me, and the table she's sitting on is giving away each-and-every one of her whimpers, you lose yourself in the rhythm and pace and the fact that Xiaoting's creaming cunt is working itself hot and messy and pulsating around you; so fucking tight, tight, - slick all around - almost drawing you in, then resisting and tensing every-time your cock finds just the deepest angle.

It's something to push, something that makes you greedy and drive her ass into the cabinet even more; make sure you're slipping along her walls just enough, and doing so with every few inches or less that you're managing to drive, working over a pressure so sensitive it might be making her see stars, every time a thumb digs a little deeper into her hip bone.

"All the way, baby," she's saying, whispering, making you want to fuck the words out of her in broken pieces. "So. Close. Just a little-"

She's gone, her back arched - bending into an incredible sight. And there's the most beautiful look on her face, even under the frantic-urgent rush. Your hands are all over her: pressing into the divots above her hips; petting the expanse between her tits, then down again, feeling out her ribcage, her belly, in between her thighs and parting them wider - like if she were any more spread open, she'd be coming right off the table.

Then, the thumb tangled into the sleeve of her dress, the rough pad of the other rubbing circles over her swollen clit - here you'll figure she'll cum; she's never shy about it - but it's more a question of how many times. How it always builds up and comes apart.

You're obsessed, really, with the details: her eyelids fluttering, the sounds of her skin sliding down onto the cabinets, her lips that can never get themselves closed.

"Oh, Ting," you're panting, licking all over her parted mouth, "do you need-"

Her nails begin to cut half-crescents into the small of your back, where she's been gripping at you; a moan falls straight out from her tongue, straight into your own, the closest she'll ever come to asking for anything: but it's easy.

"You're so fucking pretty, baby, I'll give you whatever you need-"

You slide your fingers higher up her folds, pushing onto her hot cunt right over the spot where your cock is disappearing inside her.

"I know that's what you need to be fucked silly, right? Need some extra friction so I can have the entire inside of this fucking cunt dripping-"

Xiaoting makes a noise that tells you, good guess. And you're playing her closer and closer to her orgasm, watching her teeth sink into her own lip, knowing that she's the one on a timer - which makes it all the easier, because you know exactly what to say next, because you've played this game enough - when you've already been fucking her and fingering her through one or two and her noises are telling you her body needs just one more, and then, the words usually roll right out, not the slightest bit contrived:

"That's it, sweetheart, you look so fucking good. So, so pretty cumming on my cock, baby. You're fucking gorgeous, you know that? I can't get enough of you."

Her mouth falls open, eyes screwing tight with it - the praise, the way you can talk her right into it every fucking time - the way it all but kills her: even when she's getting pumped full of pre-cum and sleeved around your cock like a glove, you know that sometimes the words are the only thing she's chasing, and her jaw starts to trembling just like the rest of her. This full body tension, head to toe of perfection you're whispering in her ear. She's pressing her heels harder than before against the back of your legs, digging, her whole chest shaking for a gasp of air she doesn't seem to ever be able to fully catch.

"But god, I wish you were looking at me," you're begging, sincere, with a deep sort of pining, when you get the the sharp twist of her neck, like it takes everything in her, then, like it's a miracle - those lidded, still-water eyes focused right on you. "I want to make you fall apart, just looking at me, sweetheart."

(Your poor heart. An obsession. So in love with her.)

The kiss you steal from her lips is deeper, your tongues playing a familiar song, the push, pull - how easy and perfect she fits.

When she cums, it always starts quiet, not like what she's just started doing: the kind of cries and moans that begin to make it past her teeth, desperate and panting, her fingers crushing down in place where they're pressed to your skin. Those whimpers that start quiet, get loud, fast, and then Xiaoting's arching right up from the table and clenching her entire body. With you inside her, she's so wrapped up in how good it is, the pleasure spiking past her pussy and into her veins.

"Shh," you soothe her, lovingly brushing her hair to the side when her breath shudders hard; the mess you made, sliding a palm against her cheek when the first few tears gather, the way they always do when Xiaoting's overwhelmed and torn down in such a good, beautiful way. 

You could kiss her, when you feel the curve of her trembling lips. You do, again-again; slip and wet and parted and sliding when Xiaoting lets you hold the base of her chin between your forefinger and thumb, and bring your mouths together like that.

You could hold the moment longer. Keep kissing her and not moving - except Xiaoting has that meek, "Fuck me," mumbled into your open mouth, her half-wits returning and giving her the very start of a wicked grin - all sloppy with orgasm. "However you want, whatever will make you cum fast-"

"Turn around for me. I'm going to show you how pretty you are, looking just like that-"

"Y-Yeah- '' Xiaoting is trying, her joints trembling as she moves her body. She's so good, listening, rolling onto the surface of the table with her ass up, palms spread out and supporting her into this perfect line. Xiaoting's defining the curve: where her lower back and tight little ass begins and ends, right up into her shoulders and spine. Her hair has fallen across one side, and now you can finally see how much she's blushing in the mirror, the messes that her eye makeup has smudged into, how good she's been, and now how sweet and pliable and worked open her muscles are.

The view alone could have you blowing your load before you can even do it properly inside her.

But, god - the fact that her dress was hanging down on one shoulder, then on none, exposing her naked skin entirely; the fact that you can't resist grabbing a hand around a waist-full of her body and dragging her back closer, slotting your thighs under hers and her ass up against you, cock sliding into her still-clenching cunt without the help of your hands, just finding it where it belonged. You give it to her like she's meant to take. Fast. Hard. Deep. Making sure each-time your cock is in its base-deep place and sliding right back out, pulling slick, creamy strands out from her fucked-out pussy. Bathing you in her want, her need, pooling along the base of your cock; seeping everywhere.

There's just so much of it. The sounds echoing off the empty walls, so distinct, unmistakable, so full and thick. The way your whole body seems to tighten and tense along with hers - everything tight, you can see it, your eyes sweeping from Xiaoting's thighs to the reflection of how she just takes you. Shaking each time, the lines of her body wobble forward when your hips land a heavy thrust and slide along every bit velvety-wet inside her: no room for your cum when she's this overflowing, you figure, wondering how full of it she could even get.

"Fuck," the word just slides off you. "Fucking god, you're the best fuck," you praise her. Like heaven.

Because Your hand is in her hair again, wrapped up in and smoothing over the tangles; feeling her like silk. But now you're grabbing too - holding her steady, a fistful between the roots; you want her back arched, canted just that one angle higher that you know would push her past all limits.

“Oh my god,” she gasps out, once your get her knee planted up on the counter - once she's spread herself even further for the weight of your body. "That's it - holy shit, please-more-"

There are little whispers too - stuff that makes your cock twitch a few times, pulsing in warning - not even fully aware that she's cumming down all over your waist, praises like the hottest of filth, please and yes and I need it and fuck and fucking christ, keep going and don't stop don't stop please baby I'll do anything anything-

Xiaoting's voice reaches the same high pitch she does when her clit is getting hit, not sure what part of her body you're touching or just the overwhelming sensation, but god she doesn't know which way to turn her neck and face. She just ends up taking it all in, breathing in the gravity of the moment - her reflection, yours, the feeling - a tremor building up, her eyes flickering back-forth when she realizes they've started to close, forcing herself to look at the both of you.

You fuck your cock through each inch of her quivering cunt, each one hotter, tighter, wetter than the last - until you're spilling cum - cumming deep and fast inside her -

Reaching so far she can feel the thick pool of it getting fucked further into her with every shallow snap of your hips; her ass flushing back up against your stomach. Filling her to the brim - enough to feel it drip and seep and slide.

And she doesn't stop, the way she has her hips rolling down your length and staying there, your cock rooted into her deepest spot. If there's one more thing she gets off on it's being filled, milking the remnants, emptying you, and - because she's almost fucking teasing you, you feel it when she's clenching the remaining dredges right out of your body; out and leaking hot along your over-sensitised skin. The sharp sting of it has your hands tight on her waist, her ass spilling through the gaps of your fingers - deciding what you'll do.

"Three minutes," she says, panting, "is enough-"

You squeeze through the sculpted round of her ass. Spank it. Knead it.

"You want me to fuck another one into you - can you take that? You'd be such a good girl if you can take a fucking like that."

"I mean it," Xiaoting rasps, hips still lifted and angled toward you, as she meets you in the mirror; her eyes looking past your reflection, still coming down, wrecked and fucked raw, but making the message clear. "I'll make it easy for you."

And with that's she got her hand on your still-hard cock; not nearly enough softness in her voice for the rough grip and the sloppy pumping - fucking filth out of her still, if there was ever any hope of getting it out the way she's pulling and using and moving the slick all over you, spilling it onto the floor. "Think I can make you cum again, right here and now."

The thing about Xiaoting is:

She makes bad decisions, but always with the best intentions. That's why you always know what she'll say.

Because it's almost always the same answer: a pair of crossed wrists and a coy-eagerness that's enough of an invitation for you to make use of what she's given.

And this is the exact way you find yourself dragging the fabric of her dress down her shoulder, her middle, her breasts falling back down from their bounce when you unwind it, then twisting the end tightly into itself before shoving it into the soft valley of her mouth.

I love your tits, you know that?" you tell her, mouth open and hot against her shoulder blade. “So fucking pretty all over, Ting, your entire body's amazing and it does things to me-if I could, I would keep my cum inside this tiny little pussy, over and over, keep filling it. Make your tummy swell for me, sweet baby, and never let a single drop-"

"Do it-" she moans out, words garbled by the fabric. Her eyes are wide and full of the darkest innocence, like anything could happen; anything you wished. "Do it, your fucking cock, want to feel you-"

You spank her again, and she keens.

The mirror is showing you how her chest reddens under the rush of your hands kneading at her, almost violent, before sliding down the back-insides of her thigh, pushing, "But, what you look like with my cock buried inside you, stretched out and still so fucking tiny around me."

It's not new. It's what makes Xiaoting give you the dirtiest, sexiest little hum around the cloth wedged inside her mouth.

Then her cunt clenches down on your cock, and you're groaning, "christ," watching the way her face tugs at the stretch, watching, when her back is pushed out again - the angle. You're lining up, sucking in the full and naked and glistening display of her body before letting your hips fuck into hers again. It feels even better than the first time: tightening like a vise around the thickness of you, your cum pouring back inside her, then with her eyes fixed to yours in the mirror, you get to watch her lips straining; a drooling, whimpering mess.

Then. You're slamming her waist into the table. Rough, reckless. Desperate to reach another edge, rough enough that she can barely look up from her bowed elbows, elegant features twisted into something a little more awful, a little more pretty - just there, and - and - 

A third time. Four. More.

Xiaoting's whimpering, just so spent she has nothing else left, your cock filling her up so full and hot with your spill; she's sloppy and flushed and you're pressing her up into the cool surface of the mirror, with her legs giving in when she collapses over her heels and nearly tumbles over; her own body weighing nothing.

If she asked, "carry me," in any way, you'd be on her like clockwork; you'd get her turned around into a loose-limbed pile, a leg thrown over each of her waist; she'd already have her cheek nestled against your jaw, halfway asleep, a warm bundle pressed up and waiting to get tucked into bed and swept into all of the things that would make her purr and melt; blankets and warm-clothes and showers and tending.

You'd always make a show out of sweeping her off her feet. Because the thing is, Xiaoting deserves it.

And you let her know that:

"You're always the sweetest, aren't you? Taking a fucking like that," you tell her, burying the dying gasps of a laugh right into the sweat-sticky back of her neck. You can feel her throat vibrating out a small sound, her brain almost definitely not able to formulate words, maybe only just registering the tones of your voice. "You are just so breathtakingly gorgeous, babe, the prettiest baby. The fucking world must be upside down, because no one tells you nearly often enough."

And -

Xiaoting - really, above all else, is fucking gorgeous. Because her tired laugh echoes a small part of itself straight down your spine, filling all the dips between each of your vertebrae. Genuine smile and all.

It has your skin crawling back to life, warming up.

There's a murmured 'thank you' said somewhere into the back of her hand, between her pinky finger and her ring, a small, stifled breath that pulls on her tired voice; it's a sleepy sound, like honey, and maybe that's why you choose to tell her one more time.

You glance at the clock on the wall. It's been a good fifteen-plus-extra minutes. You can live with that.

"Told you we'd be late," you say, smoothing out the fabric of her dress.

Which means this is the second time she says: "Nothing there we can’t solve with a little..."

"Carelessness?"

"Misdirection. Pretty convenient for some of us," Xiaoting murmurs with the lingering sweetness of your kiss on her lips. "Who have that charming talent with words."

She looks up, wincing and dabbing at the dried tracks on her cheeks where her eyelashes have swept away all the makeup and tears, like a soft brush sweeping away the layer of snow, she lets her head rest there in your palm and the other soothes, warm, on the back of her neck - her shoulders a little slack when you feel her whole body relax.

"Love you," Xiaoting says, after a heavy breath; a shaky exhale, just under her tongue; "even when we're a little crazy."

Your cheeks warm as they squish themselves around her grin.

"Love you. Now hold still," you say - taking it slow, kissing the damp pink curls right behind her ear. Then, for the most part, it's back to business. Back to normal.

Makeup wipes and wet washcloths. Clearing and setting the furniture upright. Hastily undoing the locks, so that to anyone who's passing by and smelling the raw, irrefutable evidence of sex and sin, they can turn away and think twice - no one's fault except the wicked thoughts swirling and forming in the back of their thoughts.

(No matter how many times you do, it's no different with Xiaoting; her smile turns the wheels in your head - still spinning. You can't help it when she laughs with her eyes still half-mast - fucked-out; a headiness, her tone like velvet.)

And the 'yes, we do,' on her breath when she hums again, is the beginning of an I-told-you-so, when you tell her, "c’mon, we've got places to be."

[enhafilthandfiction]

Math Problem - Sim Jake

Summary : When you ask your step brother Jake to help you with your math homework, you didn't expect to find yourself bouncing on his dick instead.

Pairing : Stepbro!Jake X Fem!Reader

Warnings : Jake and y/n aren't related, Smutty fluff, reader is kinda innocent but not a virgin (just inexperienced), reader's first time giving a blowjob, Jake is a flirt, dirty talk, nipple/breast play (f.receiving), grinding, making out, unprotected sex (no condom, even though you should use a condom), aftercare and fluff, some cringe at the end?

Word Count : 2,191 words

Masterlist - Tips

"Jake!" You call out, your voice echoing throughout the corridor and reaching his ears. He sighs and walks over to your room, only to find you, with your head slouched down onto your desk in frustration.

"Y/nnn what is it?" he questions playfully, nudging your shoulder and giggling at your depressed state. He assumed it was just school work that you couldn't make sense of.

"I can't solve this" you whined annoyingly, throwing your pen in frustration. You look up at him, "Maybe you can help me?" you ask in a little voice, fluttering your eyelashes at him.

"Everybody knows I'm the best at math" he brags, twitching his eyebrows up and down. He leans over your chair, his face just an inch away from yours. You can't help but admire his side profile, and the way his eyebrows furrow in thought while he tries to understand the math question. "The equation is on the book, not on my face" He laughs, after he noticed you staring at him.

Your face flushes at his words and you look at the textbook in front of you, avoiding his gaze. But now, there was no way you were going to focus, when you have his face so close to your flushed one.

"geez why don't you have another chair in here? I'm getting tired standing up" He says dramatically, placing his hands on his hips and pretending to stretch.

"You can sit on my chair" You offer gingerly. You stand up, straightening your skirt down and he can't help but take a look at your ass while you're facing the other way. He gulps and sits on the chair, where your pretty ass was sitting seconds ago.

"I wouldn't mind if you sat on my lap Y/n. I don't want you getting tired of standing" he emphasizes, patting his thighs. You look at him for a mere second and give in. You firstly sit at the tip of his knees, right at the edge, but he's quick to wrap his hands around your waist and pull you closer, until your back was against his chest. You let out a quiet gasp that he seems to ignore.

"Ok so... Let's see" He squints at the textbook and grabs the pen that your previously threw, and marked something on the page. You eyed his perfect hands, thick fingers that would fit perfectly inside you...

He takes in a deep breath, involuntary breathing in the scent of your shampoo. He lets out a deep sigh as he realises he won't be able to concentrate since he's popping a boner. "Y/n I don't think I can focus if you keep clenching like that" he warns, placing his hands on your hips once again.

You immediately freeze and let out the breath you've been holding in. "Huh?" you ask him innocently, hoping (or not) that you've heard him incorrectly.

"I'll get hard if you keep clenching that little pussy on me" he lets out bluntly, sighing once again.

"S-sorry" you apologize, stuttering in disbelief.

"It's alright" he assures, his hands now rubbing your sides gently "Unless you want me to get hard...?" He says with a fake frown covering his features and you decide to scoot back into his crotch and grind down into him.

He can't stop the whimper that escaped past his plump lips, losing his self control as he definitely feels himself getting hard now. Math problem long forgotten, you get up and face him, kneeling before him and placing your hands on his knees. "Can I see it?" You ask hopefully, eyes shining in excitement.

"How could I say no to you?" he says, already pulling at the strings of his sweats and pulling them down along with his underwear. His half-hard dick springs out, before resting on his thighs. You gawk at it, your mouth watering at the sight. "You wanna taste?" He asks, grabbing his base and stroking it at a slow pace.

"I-I've never-" he cuts you off "Sucked dick? Well mine would be the first to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours" He breathes out as your scoot closer and replace his big hand with your small one. You lean in and guide his dick to your mouth.

You kitten-lick it a few times before placing it on your tongue and hollowing your cheeks, taking him into your mouth, just like porn videos that you've watched. His head falls back against the chair as he struggles to keep his hands to himself.

"Mm e-easy with the teeth" he hisses, the slight pain dissolving into pleasure as you keep swirling your tongue around his tick cock. "Yeahh j-just like that baby" he moans, catching a glimpse of your cleavage before closing his eyes and drowning in the pleasure your warm mouth was giving him "S-so good for me"

"Can I grab your hair?" he hesitates, and you weakly nod at him without taking your mouth off his length. The second his hands grip your hair, he's gone. Too lost in the pleasure, he bobs your head up and down his shaft, tears starting to water your eyes. "Fuuuuckk" his cock meets the back of your throat and you gag around him, bringing him to the edge. Just as he's about to cum, he pulls your head away from his cock and leans back against the chair restlessly.

You look up at him confused "I don't wanna cum just yet" he answers the questions roaming inside your head and strokes your cheek with his right thumb. "That was so good, fuck, I'm sorry if I hurt you" he apologizes with sudden guilt, but you're quick to reassure him you were fine (even though your throat was already feeling sore).

Your eyes landed back on his cock "It's gotten so big" you look up at him and back down to his cock. He smiles at you and gestures for you to stand up. He pulls your back down on his lap so that his tip is against your tummy. His hands caress your cheeks once again before sliding down your neck, to your shoulders and landing on your chest.

He massages your breasts and squishes them together, liking how they almost jump out of your shirt. He reaches for the hem of your shirt and plays with it "Can I take it off?" he asks blushing, like the didn't just have his dick down your throat. He doesn't hesitate when you nod at him and lift your arms up.

When he realises you're not wearing a bra, he swears his dick twitches at the sight and he can't help but ogle the plumpness of your breasts. His hands reach up to hold them, squishing them in awe. He locks his eyes with yours as he leans down to suckle on your left nipple, swirling his tongue around your areola, making you moan out in pleasure.

With each passing second, your hips unconsciously grinded against his thigh, your hands resting on his abs for support. His tip kept rubbing against the soft skin of your lower tummy, spurring him on even further.

When his soft lips leave your breasts, you look at him with need and place your hands on his shoulders. "C-can you take off your top too?" you ask, almost panting out of breath already.

He doesn't even bother replying, peeling off his top before you could barely finish asking him to. His eagerness clearly showing, and for the first time ever, he gets closer to you, his face just centimetres away from yours.

He looks into your eyes, as if asking for permission, "May I?" his eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips, then back up to examine your expression. You offer him a small nod.

He finally leans in, closing the gap between you two, and he thinks he's never tasted lips as sweet as yours.

His lips are on yours and you think you've never felt anything softer massaging against your own lips.

He keeps his tongue to himself for now, sensing your lack of breath. He pulls away for you to get a breather. You look at him, eyes slightly wider than before and you realise he's completely naked and you're topless.

For a second he panics as you almost start to panic. "Have you ever... done this before?" he asks curiously. You nod his way and he visibly looks relieved. You have, but only a few, countable times.

His hunger is suddenly back, diving right back in and this time experimentally licking your lips. You immediately open your mouth for his tongue to enter and explore your mouth.

Suddenly, you find yourself in a heated make out session with him. While your tongues circle around each other and your teeth clash together, his hands are on your thighs, under your skirt, massaging the supple flesh.

You find the zipper at one side of the skirt and unzip it, letting your skirt hang loosely around your waist. "Take it off" you mumble between kisses.

His hands reach higher till they find your underwear, moving it to the sides to feel your wetted core. He grunts into the kiss as he feels how drenched your panties are. "S-so... mm.. So wet.. hmm.. for m-me" he manages out between kisses, your lips limiting him from speaking properly.

When you've finally grew impatient, you pulled away, removed your skirt and undies and sat back right on him, with each knee on each of his side, trapping him into that stupid chair. You lift yourself up and he holds his base at your entrance.

"I don't have a condo-"

"I'm on the pill" you cut him off impatiently.

He mutters out a "fuck" underneath his breath and with one hand holding your hips and the other guiding his cock into you "Ready?" he inserts himself into your soaking slit.

You both throw your heads back at the same time, pleasure coursing through your veins. "Shit" he holds his breath, trying to contain himself and not cum yet as he finds the perfect pace for both of you. Not too fast, but definitely not boring either.

You're gripping onto his shoulders at the immense pleasure, feeling every inch of him inside of you, rubbing against your walls deliciously. The more you thought about it, the harder you clenched around him, preventing him from going any faster.

"Fuck you're so tight for me" he curses, holding your hips and thrusting up inside of you. You clench harder around him, bringing your hands to his cheeks and forcing his lips against yours. He gladly kisses you back, hands still on your hips, bouncing you up and down his cock.

His tip kept hitting your cervix, bringing you and him closer and closer to the edge. "Shit I'm close" He groans, his thrusts getting sloppier by each passing second.

"You close?" He whispers, leaning back to examine your facial expressions. You nod your head whimpering a small 'mhm', too fucked out to speak.

His right hand reaches down to your clit, rubbing gentle yet tight circles to your nub generously. You face scrunches up with pleasure, eyes completely shut as you feel him twitching inside of you.

He suddenly halts his thrusts, his head tilting back and he lets out a grunt, his thighs starting to shake beneath you.

Upon feeling him cumming inside you, you clench one more time before coating him with your own cum, suddenly trying to escape his touch due to over sensitivity.

Still inside you, he places one hand at the back of your head and pulls you into his chest, resting his chin on your head, his chest rising and falling as he tries to calm down his breathing.

"That was... intense" he breathes out after a few moments, tracing patterns on your bare back. You hum back at him, feeling his lips on the crown of your head. "Did you enjoy it?" he asks you sweetly.

"Mhm, did you?" you ask back.

"Fuck yeah" he weakly chuckles "Had the best time" he holds you closer to him. "You're not hurt aren't you? Or in any pain?" he questions worriedly, now stroking your hair.

"Nope, you didn't hurt me Jakey, I'm alright" You looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back at you and he couldn't help but place a short, chaste kiss on your lips. "That was good" you whispered "But I still got math to do" you ended with a whine.

"No problem y/n-ie, just get up, turn around, and sit right back on my lap" he says in an almost sarcastic tone.

"Are you asking me to cockwarm you while we work math?" you ask him suspiciously.

"Maybeeee" he looks down, then back up at you with puppy eyes "Pleaseee, don't go yet, mini Jakey already misses being inside you"

You roll your eyes "Fine. Maybe after we clean up and wear some clothes" you announced.

Safe to say that your math homework wasn't going to get done anytime soon, everybody knows that round 2 is right around the corner.

"Math can wait"

"Jakeee!"

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[nonushu]

jealousy's a disease - choe hansol

genre: fluff, bestfriends to ???...🥺😊 | wc: 840 | non-idol!vernon x reader a/n: ok fineeeeee i'll stop writing for vernon now haha...

you hate him for this. you hate the way he sits there so beautifully, so blissfully, making you gawk at him—does he even know? does he know how his skin glows in the sun, or how gracefully his lashes flutter? does he even know how-

"what?"

vernon's voice cuts you out of your trance, his body facing you on the other side of the couch. his headphones rest around his neck as he stares at you in concern.

you raise your eyebrows, confused. "what?"

"i dunno, you were just... looking at me weird," he says, narrowing his eyes.

"was i?" you say softly, putting your book down, "well, sorry, didn't mean to weird you out."

he blinks, those eyelashes fluttering, again. "nah, it's cool,"

you nod, feeling something subtle building as you pretend to read, flipping to a random page. but vernon catches the shift in your expression.

"you okay, though?"

you perk up at him, meeting his suspicious gaze. "why would i not be okay?"

"'cause you're being kinda weird," he tuts, removing headphones to place them on the table. "did i do something?"

you sigh, mirroring his movements, placing your book down next to his headphones. "i don't know, vernon. did you?"

"well, no..." he mumbles, clearly muddled, "did you do something?"

"what? no," you scoff, feeling a little flustered. "no one did anything."

a pause falls over the room as the two of you stare at each other, the tension almost palpable. vernon shifts awkwardly before speaking again. “do you… not want me to stay anymore? i can leave if-”

“no!” you blurt out, your body instinctively inching closer to him on the couch. “why would you think that?”

“i don’t know!” he says, raising his hands defensively. “i just thought you were staring at me because you were getting sick of me or something.”

your heart skips a beat at his words, the sudden rush of panic rising. because the last thing you want is for him to leave.

"i wasn't," you quickly say.

he tilts his head. "okay... then what's wrong? you're acting..."

you open your mouth to respond but nothing comes out. how do you even explain it? how do you tell him how he makes you spiral from just being... him?

you cautiously reach your hand to face, finger lingering over his eye. you can see how his brown orbs widen at your sudden closeness as you softly touch his lashes. "has anyone ever told you that you have lashes to die for?"

vernon's breath hitches, his eyes fluttering. his lips part at the comfort of your touch. "uh," he mumbles, blinking rapidly when you pull your hand away. a faint blush creeps his neck, and he lets out a nervous chuckle. "n-no? that was kinda random."

you smile even though your heart races. "well, consider yourself blessed by the gods. i'm a little jealous..."

"of my eyelashes?" he asks, deadpanned.

"yeah..." you say quietly, "i don't know what you did in your past life to be so treasured."

he scoffs, “yeah, okay," he says, shaking his head with a playful smile. "i’m not sure i’ve ever been called ‘treasured’ before.”

you lean back against the couch, trying to steady your breath, and vernon watches you with a growing curiosity.

“is that what’s been bothering you?” he teases, his smile widening. “my lashes are just too nice?”

you glance at him, a bit annoyed by how easily he brushes it off. “maybe,” you murmur, though you both know it’s more than that.

"or," vernon’s smile falters, and his eyes narrow slightly like he’s starting to piece things together. "you're just jealous of my charms.”

you blink, caught off guard by his bluntness. “what? no, I didn’t say-”

“y'know, y/n, jealousy’s a disease,” he interrupts, grinning again, though there’s something softer in his gaze now, like he’s not entirely joking anymore. “do you need me to take you to the hospital? or should I call someone?”

you roll your eyes, feeling flustered. “don’t be stupid. i’m not actually jealous.”

but vernon doesn’t let it go, leaning closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “oh, but you kinda are, though. and I don’t think it’s just about my lashes.”

you can feel your face heating up under his stare, and your pulse quickens. “i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you mutter, crossing your arms.

he’s closer now, his tone gentler. “i think you do.”

your heart pounds in your chest, the playful banter suddenly taking a turn you didn’t expect. you meet his gaze, and the teasing light in his eyes fades, replaced by something else.

and in that moment, you realize: you’re not just jealous of his lashes, his effortless charm, or how everyone seems to adore him. scratch that, you're not even jealous! (maybe just a smidge).

maybe its the fact that he might not feel the same way you do.

but as vernon’s hand brushes against yours, his fingers lingering just a little longer than necessary, you wonder if maybe—just maybe—he does.

[starboye]

starring: nerdy!matt sturniolo x male reader

request: matt helping you study (or at least trying to) and you're to horny to even focus so you tease matt the whole time

warnings: smut, cursing, teasing, edging, blow job, nerdy!matt

"c'mon matt you got this just read the paragraph" you coo as if you didn't have your hand wrapped around his cock slowly pumping away, he offered to help you study for your upcoming test but this isn't what he meant, but maybe it was his fault for agreeing to study while laying in bed knowing you would very well do this to him "ngh please y/n we have to study" matt whimpered, his thighs twitching with each slight move of your hand, i mean how could matt be so dumb to think you would actually call him over just to study.

"don't worry about me i'll ace the test because i have my very smart boyfriend to help me study, right" you tease rubbing you thumb across his aching leaky tip "i mean how would i ever do anything with out you helping me" you says kissing his cheek and moving down to lay small kisses on his neck "please" matt whispers "m'gonna need you to speak up matty" you taunt him and now he's not sure how much more of this torture he can take before he blows "ple- mm fuck y/n... please suck me" matt lowly repeats.

"happily" you quickly kiss him before your traveling down and getting comfy in between his legs, you fully take off his underwear and pants and lick his tip, flicking the beads of pre cum onto your tongue "mmm you taste so good matt" you smile before you start slapping his dick onto your tongue, matt by now has thrown the book somewhere onto the bed and as much as he didn't want to bring his eyes to your, fearful of the effect it might have on him he couldn't stop looking at you.

you sunk your mouth onto his twitchy dick and bobbing your head up and down, matts hands flew to grip the sheets of your bed tightly, watching your actions through fluttering eyelashes "fuckkk" matt let out broken guttural moans that sounded like he was on the edge of cumming but you quickly pull off his dick, jerking him off to make up for the loss of your mouth "i cant have you cumming that quick now can i" you tease even more, your hand moving at an agonizingly slow pace that left him just on the edge but never cumming.

"fuck y/n... please i wanna cum" matt whines, thighs twitchy to the touch of your hand "i know but you can hold it for just a little longer" you say leaning down to kiss his thighs, one hand moving to fondle his balls a little "mm mm" he shakes his head, biting down on his lip to silence his moan, he was thanking god that you're family wasn't home right now to hear him and his whiny noises.

you wanted to draw this out for longer, edge him on again and again just to ruin it but his cute face scrunching with each of you teasing moves made you take pity on him, you sink your mouth back onto his cock and resume bobbing your head up and down till matt was writhing uncontrollably in his place before cumming in your mouth, loud whimpers flood from his mouth just as his cum floods your mouth.

you bring your head up and wipe your mouth of the arousal before crawling towards his dazed face and kissing him, you lay flat on his huffing chest "we should study together more often" you say snuggling into him "ye... yeah definitely" matt says finally coming back to his senses "did you really study for that test though" matt asks now rubbing you back "nope" you say unbothered making matt roll his eyes.

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[sl-ut]

Wait a sequel to the drunk reader partying fic drabble thing where abbys trying to get you to drink water and you're refusing and arguing with her in your drunk state insisting you're fine LMAOOO (you're not)

party girl

pairing: college!abby anderson x fem!reader

description: the cheer team won nationals, and they’re ready to party. only problem is, there’s a team-only pregame, which means abby can’t keep track of how much her girlfriend has to drink.

warnings: alcohol consumption, reader is VERY drunk in this, some creepy men (ew always), making out, femme reader, cursing, i was sorta rlly high when i wrote this sorry excuse any badness

words: 1.2K

date posted: 06/04/24

more college!abby

it's quite rare for abby to go to a party without her girlfriend. in fact, abby typically only goes as a formality, but she likes when her girl makes an effort to come with her. unfortunately for her, the cheer team decided that they would be having a squad-only pregame, which meant that abby would be wrapped into driving her drunk friends around before (and probably after) the party. at least she was getting a pretty steady stream of snaps from her girl throughout the night, but as soon as she starts getting the ones from nora, she gets worried.

they're all videos of y/n shotgunning, funneling, and demolishing lines of shots in record time. normally, she wasn't very possessive over her girlfriend, but she knew from their very early relationship that y/n could not handle her liquor, so she knew she was in for quite the treat when she got there.

but she could not have imagined what she was about to see the moment she walked into the crowded house. it took her a moment to truly realise what kind of spectacle could have caused every frat guy in a mile radius to flock together so wildly, until she realised that her girlfriend was swaying to the music atop the kitchen table, her skirt hiked up over the meat of her thighs and she didn't even seem to be aware of it.

abby quickly pushed her way through the crowd of boys, roughly shoving one of the ones at the front who had been attempting to angle his phone to get a proper up-skirt shot. y/n's eyes popped open at the sound of her name, an excited grin appearing on her face as she all but leaped off of the table and into her arms (thank god for all those muscles).

she laughed as her girlfriend practically wrapped herself around her, pressing sloppy kisses against the side of her face.

"heyyyy baby," y/n smiled drunkenly up at her, "i've been waiting for you."

"seems like it," abby laughed, "you having fun?"

"more now that you're here," she leaned up to kiss her, and abby almost gagged at the taste of every alcohol she could name on her tongue. "we won today."

"i know, i was there. you were so so so good, beautiful."

"mhm," y/n smiled, "i love winning. i feel like such a winner right now."

abby was the first person to understand the feeling, it was the exact same rush of confidence she felt in her own veins after her own games. she had been excited to take to the stands this time around, watching and cheering for her girlfriend in the same way that she had always done for her.

"you are a winner, baby."

she fluttered her eyelashes at her, "and i can't wait for you to give me my reward later."

"reward?" abby asked, feigning innocence.

"oh please, i know you could tell what i was wearing under here," she pursed her lips, fingers tugging at her dark red bra strap, "if you aren't gonna give me my reward, i guess i'll have to take it for myself."

abby shook in head in disbelief, "you're gonna have to sober up some if that's what you were wanting."

y/n leaned in to tug abby's reddening earlobe between her teeth, "no matter how sober i get, i'll still be drunk on you baby."

"oh, that one was bad," abby tilted her head back as she laughed, one hand coming down to grasp at her girlfriend's lower back, "you're cheesy when you're drunk."

"what, are you lactose in tolerant all the sudden? maybe i'll have to find someone who likes my cheese."

abby gripped her hips, "okay, okay, i'm sorry. you know i love your cheese."

"i know," y/n grinned, "you can make it up to me by dancing with me."

abby nodded, "that i can do."

she allowed her girlfriend to lead her into the crowd of sweaty bodies, easily pressing herself into her back and holding her hips as she moved her hips into hers. she was happy enough to just sway side to side, let her girl do all of the heavy work as she ground her ass into her groin with one arm slung back and around abby's neck, holding on for dear life as the blonde began pressing kisses along the side of her throat.

y/n's body tipped to the side the a hard push, both of their attentions being turned to the tall brunette who scowled down at y/n with a mean stare.

"watch it, bitch."

abby doesn't even remember moving, just taking hold of the front of the girl's shirt in her fist, pulling her close and breathing her own warning into her face. y/n watched in amusement as the brunette shrunk at the threat and moved as quickly through the crowd as possible. y/n laughed with glee, hugging her girlfriend tightly.

"you are so so so sexy when you get protective over me."

abby took her by the hand, pushing her ahead and guiding her by her hips to the kitchen, where they were quickly recruited to join nora and manny in a game of beer pong. abby reassured her girlfriend by promising to grab her a new drink (it was just a coke), and snickering behind her hand at how oblivious her girlfriend was to her scheming. once the cup was empty, abby changed her tactic to offering her girlfriend shot after shot of water under the guise of vodka, laughing to herself when her girlfriend commented on how drunk she must be if it wasn't burning her throat so badly.

after winning the game, y/n decided that it was time to sneak away with her girlfriend to the bathroom, where she made quick work of her top as she made a rather sloppy seduction attempt. abby had to use every ounce of her self control to push her hands away as y/n tried to unbuckle her belt.

"c'mon baby," abby groaned as she felt her hot tongue drag across her collar bone, the first few buttons of her shirt having been undone the moment that the door had been shut behind her, "cut that out."

"what? you don't want me?" she whined.

"i do, believe me i do," she groaned, taking her hands in her own and forcing her to look at her, "but not here, and not while you're this drunk."

y/n groaned, "sometimes i hate how good of a person you are."

abby chuckled and kissed her on the cheek, "i know, i know, me too. now let's get some water into you because i do plan on giving you that reward tonight."

[ratcash-wasgud]

MR. KRABS, I HAVE AN IDEAA! (I'm so sorry, I hope you get this reference...) Modern!Mizu x Shy Reader who absolutely adores sketching in their free time, but specifically loves drawing Mizu?

Mizu is unaware for a long time but finds a sketchbook filled with beautiful sketches of her, with little notes by them that the reader made such as 'I love my girlfriend' , 'Her nose is so pretty' , 'I like how well I captured her jawline, it encompasses just how pretty she is.' Every page is filled with little side-note compliments/notes to self (That the reader didn't expect her to see) and Mizu just fawns and falls in love with the shy reader even more. Maybe Mizu will bring it up and reader gets flustered and eventually they spend their free time doing little drawing contests of each other? I thought it was a cute idea, I hope you are doing well and have a great day! :)

DAAAAAMN

love this idea. i'm probably gonna turn this into loser!mizu propaganda tho muhahaha

btw I'M SO SORRY I'M ABSENT and i'm very behind on requests too and everything. i'll try to post more <3

AN: this didn't turn out exactly how the request asked, BUT PLS I had to add a little smut, sue me.

also, there are some audios at the end

Mizu.

The shine in her eyes.

The way her eyelashes curl.

The curve of her chin.

The way her cheeks move when she talks.

You loved everything about your girlfriend.

But she was just too grumpy sometimes, and when you gave her complimetns, she just got a little red and told you to stop. And you didn't have the confidence in you to try after that. But she was so pretty! You had to get your thoughts out somehow. So what can a girl do? Draw.

You secretly took candid pictures of Mizu, and used them as references. You drew her in every possible pose and with a lot of facial expressions.

You loved drawing her smile especially. Mizu never liked her own smile, she says it's dumb looking and it doesn't fit her, but it can't be further from the truth. Her smile was beautiful.

You could never show her the drawings tho, you'd die of embarassement. One day tho, Mizu was at your place, watching a movie on your bed.

But you were foolish enough to go to the bathroom, and leave her alone with your stuff for five whole minutes. Mizu stopped the movie when you left, because in her opinion, watching your reactions is more interesting than the movie, so watching alone is unnecessary.

But she quickly got bored, so she stood up and started looking around your room again, looking at the little trinkets you have everywhere, and the posters she had seen a hundred times before. Then she found something she hasn't seen before. It was a small, slim sketchbook.

On the cover, there were old receipts from your dates, candy wrappers you ate while watching her matches and a kiss mark in the middle you made with her favorite shade of lipstick.

You usually show her everything you draw, so having a sketchbook she never seen before was unusual. Maybe it's new? Her fingers glide along the back of the sketchbook before she decides to pry and open it.

On the first page, there was a whole page, colored marker drawing of...Mizu. She was a wide smile in the drawing, her hair let down, falling down her back and into her face, her eyes narrowed as he skin creased from how wide her smile was. It was obvious you spent a lot of time on it. But Mizu's eyes quickly dart to the little notes scattered all over the page.

"My girl's smile is too pretty"

"Her nose wrinkles up when she laughs."

"Her eyes shine so much."

"So beautiful. "

And many more. It had her blushing. She covered her mouth as she got more and more flustered the more notes she read. It was like you noticed everything and loved everything. It was so strange. You complimented even the slightest, most basic stuff. Did you count her pores too or something?

But damn...

It made all of her body flutter. She flipped the page, and the drawing just didn't stop, and so didn't the notes. It kind of overwhelmed Mizu. Slowly, the drawings got more and more...clotheless.

At first, it was her collarbones.

"Her skin is so smooth, and the bones cast such a pretty shadow."

Then her back.

"A canvas better than any other."

Then her full chest.

"Pillows of the gods."

Then her...

The clack of the door was heard and you stepped inside, looking mortified.

"Oh you uhm...saw everything?" *You murmur, looking at the sketchbook in your girlfriend's hand.

"Yeah." Mizu answers without hesitation, and puts it down, taking a step towards you. Her heart thumped loud in her chest, as if fire started burning her whole body. She just witnessed the most flattering thing ever but also...it made her want you so much. "You like drawing me?"

"Yes...sorry, I know it's pretty cringe, I...what are you doing?" Your eyes widen as Mizu's fingers grab the hem of her shirt and start lifting it.

"You never drew a full body picture. I'm giving you an opportunity. " She says casually, but her ears burn in a deep shade of red as she tosses it to the side, her sports bra following suit.

"I...but, are you sure? I swear you don't have to, it was just a silly hobby of mine, I..."

"Get your drawing stuff out." Mizu orders, pushing down her sweats, leaving herself only in boxers. You just nod quickly and clumsily gather your things, your face looking rather similar to a tomato.

Mizu throws away her boxers, finally releasing all of her skin and she is sculped like a goddess.

She has a toned body, muscles showing from under her skin, abs almost winking at you and her perky tits being decorated with her hard ripples were just the cherry on top. She has a pretty happy trail leading to her bush, that is guarding her lips.

You swallow thickly as she settles in the chair, looking directly on the bed where you sat down to draw. She spreads her legs, leaning back and her elbows resting on the armrests of the chair.

She looks better than ever.

You can't look into her eyes as you start sketching her body, hands slightly shaking.

"I can't read your notes now, so say them out loud." She breaks the silence, her voice low and breathy. "Tell me what you think."

You bite on the inside of your cheek, glancing up and meeting her gaze.

"Her uhm...her body is...something to die for." You murmur as your hand moves the pencil quickly.

Mizu's eyes never leave you. Her chest starts moving up and down visibly, and she feels her insides twitch everything you glance either at her tits or her pussy.

"Is your view okay?" She asks and before you could answer, she reaches down, spreading her lips, showing you her light peach colored skin that is now slowly dripping out slick.

Your mouth almost falls open, and you quickly start sketching a close up of her entrance on the side of the page, almost not even looking at the paper, but only at Mizu's skin.

"You're enjoying this, huh?" Mizu murmurs, her own lips forming a small smile. "Perv."

"...sorry." You murmur, and look down.

"Want an even better view?" She asks, spreading her legs even more. "Come here then."

You jump at the opportunity and kneel between her legs. You just stare at her pretty pussy as it pumps out her juices. But before you know, Mizu's legs wrap around your head, pulling you right into her. You don't hesitate, and start slurping up her slick right away, your tongue eager to please.

"You taste so good...the best." You murmur into her as groans of pleasure start leaving her lips.

"Yeah? Fuck...keep going...tell me more." She breathes out heavily, sliding deeper into the chair's back. "My pussy is the best, isn't it? You love it..."

"Yes, the best..." You whimper out pathetically, eyes staring up at her as you start slightly making out with her hole, your nose pushing into her bush. "So good, so pretty..."

"Oh fuck...just like that, mhm..." She moans as her hips start moving up and down, rubbing herself against your face...and you love it. You'd rather suffocate right now than stop. You moan into her, pleasing her giving you equally as much pleasure.

"Please...please cum...please give it to me, please please..." You chant between thrust of your tongue.

"Yeah...fuck...want me to come? You want it so bad, huh?" Mizu moans, her hand slowly finding her own breast and starts playing with her nipple. You nod eagerly as you suck on her clit, making her squeeze her thighs so hard around your head, they almost crushed your skull.

After a couple of moment, you felt her soft and warm release drip down your throat, and you happily swallowed all of it. "Fuuuck...yeah, drink it...all, okay? Mhm...yeah you love it..."

Mizu relished in the powertrip as her legs slowly let you go, and watched your head emerge from her pussy, soaked but with dreamy eyes.

"Next time, when you wanna draw me," She whispers, grabbing your chin. "Just ask."

[presidentbungus]

“What are you looking at so intently?” says Engie like any good Texan boy would, all fluttering eyelashes and blushy grins despite the fact his eyes are behind half a centimeter of tinted glass. Medic puffs out his lips into a little pucker, then smooths back out, and Engie glints with satisfaction at just the lightest dusting of pink that rises to his cheeks.

He makes sure to be just a little extra slow and sultry when he leans over and plucks a beer from the case by his recliner-chair. “See somethin’ ya like?” By which he means: you're staring for a good reason, please, god, aren't you? But he’s too respectful and upstanding to say that, though he considers himself certainly talented at this whole implications thing, and the deep mauve Medic turns when he tosses just a slightly inflected look in his direction indicates he must get the general idea.

“Well—hoo, well.” He spends two seconds frankly adorably stumbling through his words and then that gloved hand darts out and there’s rubber around Engie’s wrist, two long, thick fingers barely touching thumb-to-pointer in a little ring. “I was—er…”

He rescinds the hand, temples his fingers under his chin, caught between sitting and standing and settling in a weird in-between as Engie watches, fascinated. “I was just… thinking… about your heart. And your lungs.” He tilts his head. “And, in a small measure, your brain, I suppose. Er, imagining your breathing, and your circulation, and the oxygen flowing in and out of your limbs, and… so on. Drawing your veins in my mind and, and such.”

… Huh. Maybe he misread the situation.

And he keeps just stumbling through, pushing up his glasses every few seconds, still perched on his heels with his arms wrapped around his knees. “You’re a—private man. I have not seen much of you besides what I have been able to—have the company require,” and his voice pushes up a few notes on the last word, and well he’ll be damned if it’s not the cutest thing he’s ever seen, “but I… think about you.”

He lowers his voice just a little for this one, reclining down onto his back. “Oh, you do.”

“You have a very impressive set of lungs. Even for all the, er, damage." Engie frowns and Medic puts his hands up. "That's a compliment."

"Uh-huh."

"And your heart is a perfect specimen. Strong, and healthy… pulsing with vitality," and his eyes bug out just a little on the last line. "I was almost upset to have to cut it out of you… until, well…"

Ain't that interesting. "Until?"

He smiles sheepishly, wringing his hands together with a frankly disgusting sound of rubber against rubber. “… I may or may not have kept your original heart in a jar. With my other personal possessions.”

He mentally re-catalogues everything of interest in the lab, mentally travels to Medic’s big mahogany former-bookshelf, stacked top-to-bottom with preserved organs in jars, and sees a lot of hearts. A lot of hearts. But, then again, his mind is drawn back to a smallish mason jar near the front, suspiciously unlabeled, amidst rows and rows of perfectly organized bits and pieces.

Yeah, sure.

He's sure Medic is approaching this more from scientific curiosity than any particular angle he'd prefer, but heat's rising to his face before he knows it and frankly he doesn't really feel like putting in the effort to quell it.

And just to press the envelope that tiny bit further, he ventures: "Well I'll be darned if that's not the most romantic thing I've ever heard."

Medic turns the color of his tie. Engineer's sure he follows suit.

[briskii]

Senior's Discount

a/n: ty to my boyfriend who demanded i credit him for the title <3

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word count: 1.6k

requests are open :3 first time writing something of this caliber, hope you enjoy sluts 💖‼️

warnings: size kink, degradation, nsfw, age gap (reader is like 20ish, Toji is mid 30's), dacryphilia, mentions of being recorded

synopsis: Toji rizzes up (afab!) reader cuz he's too fucking poor one night to buy something at the convenience store (aka Toji being a slut)

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He was a regular. There'd be nights where you worked alone and he'd come in, usually grumbling to himself as he shopped around. He never got much; usually just cheap onigiri and the occasional pack of cigarettes. Everytime you'd hand him his change or whatever it was that he was getting, it'd be the same venomously saccharine tone, with the same endearing petname.

"Thanks, dollface."

And he'd always flash that charming smile with a wink, stuffing his items in his pockets and turning a heel to walk out of the store. He always carried himself confidently; his presence demanding and his aura loud. It didn't intimidate you, however. It's not like the guy ever did anything to you.

"Ah, shit," he cursed under his breath. His eyes flicked from his wallet, to his onigiri, and finally down to your big, doe eyes.

"I, uh," he started. "I'm a bit short." The man chuckled quietly, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. Despite this, he still wore a charming grin. "Think y'can make an exception and just give me a discount?"

You laughed quietly, eying the man up and down out of the corner of your eye as you rang in his food.

He was huge.

You knew what he was referring to, but the irony of this buff-6-foot-something size man saying the phrase 'i'm short' was just too funny.

You looked up at him, meeting his eyes once again. "Well, how much of a discount would it be?" You ask, genuinely intending to let him off easy. He laughed dryly, and outstretched his hand to reveal an astounding 45 cents. Your face fell, and you shook your head. "I'm sorry sir, but this is a specialty onigiri. That's atleast 5 or 6 dollars..." The raven haired man scoffed and rolled his eyes. You figured he was used to abusing his pretty privilege, and he probably got pretty far with it sometimes.

He shoved the change back in his pocket, and sighed. You watched as his expression went from one of minor frustration, to one of mischief as he began to speak again.

"I'll make it worth your while." He cooed slyly, his long eyelashes fluttering against his face as his demeanor changed completely. Your face warmed up as your eyes widened, not expecting him to come off so strong. He had flirted with you before, but never like this. "I..."

"Come on, dollface," he continued, not sparing a second to let you think. "You won't have to lift a finger."

Sure, you weren't a virgin. Hell, you'd been with your fair share of men. But there was something so captivating about how brazen this regular was that you couldn't help the way your thighs clenched together at his intense stare. And of course he noticed.

He always noticed the way your eyes would light up when he would walk through the door, and how cutely your lips would form a pout when he teased you. He could always feel your eyes on his muscular back when he would browse the store, so he always made sure to take just a little longer than he normally would. The way you would unknowingly make goo-goo eyes at him was the reason he even frequented that specific store in the first place.

"Such a sweet little thing you are," He teased, cocking his head to the side as he leaned over, making himself tower over you intentionally. "I'm sure the noises that would come out of you would sound even sweeter, though."

"Wow," You turned your head away from him, chuckling genuinely. This guy was unbelievable. Sure, maybe you've checked him out a few dozen times. And sure, maybe you've thought about fucking him in the staff bathroom once or twice. But to have him be so unabashedly direct with you, it ignited a familliar fire within you.

"And I thought I was a whore," You laughed trying to match the man's energy. Although, it didn't roll off the tongue quite as sweetly as you wanted it to. It couldn't have; not with the way this man was looking at you.

In the blink of an eye, the customer was behind you somehow, gripping your neck with one hand as he pressed himself against you, grinding into your ass and grabbing your hip roughly with his other. "How did you-"

"Sweetheart," he cut you off, mumbling behind you as his chest pressed up against your back, his huge body forcing you against the counter. "I'm much older than you. You should treat me with respect." He mused, chuckling lowly as he licked your ear. You whined quietly as you pushed your hips into his, finding it difficult to think or even let alone respond when he was flooding your senses so intensely like that.

"You're too innocent to be using words like that." He chided teasingly, as his hand shifted down to the zipper on your pants. His words were ironic to hear, as the moans and whines coming from your mouth have been anything but innocent.

"I'm...mmm, fuck, 'm not innocent- ah!" You couldn't even finish your sentence before the hand on your throat was replaced by the man's mouth, sucking and biting to leave as many marks as possible. He smiled against your neck as you moaned louder than you had been already, feeling the curve of your ass push against his strained pants. He chuckled at your pathetic attempt to quip back and stood up straight, pulling you against his chest.

"Open." He demanded, as his left hand snaked up your shirt to twist and pull at your nipples. "Wh-" you started, before he shoved his index and middle finger down your throat without warning. You gagged, but quickly adjusted your breathing. Your pleading eyes met his predatory ones, wanting more.

"Good girl," He smiled, that same look of mischief from earlier glinting in his eyes once again."You'd let me fuck 'yer throat, wouldn't ya? Seems like you'd be real good at it." You whined loudly, nodding quickly. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth, and you moaned. "Please, 'wanna suck you off in the bathroom. Wanna feel you cum down my throat, sir." He groaned, cursing under his breath.

"Toji." The man simply stated. "You'll let that camera over there-" -he withdrew his hand from your shirt to point at the camera in front of you guys- "-know who I am, won't you, dollface?"

"Toji!" You moaned out immediately as he began grinding against you. He smiled at your willingness to obey him, a complete stranger. "Please." You mewled, wanting him to help soothe the ache in your core. "Just wanna go to the bathroom. I want to feel you."

Toji had hit the jackpot. You were a young, pretty thing and he already had you wrapped around his finger; at the very least, you were 10 to 12 years his junior. "Older men like me ruin eager girls like you," he growled, completely ignoring your bathroom comment. He knew he'd just come back once you had closed down the store to steal the CCTV footage, and if anyone decided to wander in, well.

They'd be getting a show.

"Need to hear you," He bit your neck, causing you to moan out loudly. Toji was really hoping the cameras were expensive enough to have microphones, because the noises you were making were fucking unbelievable.

"Fuck, pretty girl, you sound so good f'me." The older man continued lapping at the sweet spot on your neck, fully intending to mark you up for everyone to see.

Toji hastily shoved his large hand down your already unbuckled and unzipped pants, fingers plunging into your warm cunt. You were already so wet, just like he knew you were going to be.

You were practically panting like a dog with how desperate you were.

"Atta girl, just like that." He watched you intently as you fucked yourself on his hand. He couldn't help but encourage you sweetly; he wanted, no, needed to see you unravel in front of him, and you happily obliged, bouncing against his fingers at a rhythmic pace.

Already, you were close. It's not like you could help it; Toji was filling you up wonderfully, and the way he was whispering sweet nothings in your ear had you hurling towards your orgasm fast.

"Fuck, princess," He mumbled into your neck, watching you use his thick digits with lidded eyes. You moaned his name and clenched around his fingers at the new petname, causing him to stop entirely. "You fuckin' minx, you're drivin' me crazy with 'yer noises," he growled, bending you over the counter harshly. He tugged your pants down in one swift, fluid motion.

"Need to taste you, doll." Was all he said, before you felt his tongue thrust into your now sopping cunt. You grabbed at the edge of the counter and gasped, feeling the air completely leave your lungs. He was eating you out like a starved man, and his rough, calloused fingers were prodding at your clit. You felt like you were going to pass out.

"Toji, Toji, baby- 'm gunna cum. Please-"

You stiffened, as you felt Toji's hands and tongue leave your body. "No, no no no-!" You cried out, clenching around nothing and pushing your ass against open air. Toji's chest rumbled with a deep, mean laugh as he stood you up and turned you around to face him. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes at the loss of your orgasm, and Toji pouted mockingly. "Aw, what? My pretty baby's all hot and bothered 'cuz she didn't get to cum?" He clicked his tongue disapprovingly, with his hands on his hips. You pouted, tears now threatening to spill out.

"Such a crybaby," he sighed, pulling up your pants for you. "That's what you get for being a bratty, desperate whore." He smiled as he dried your eyes with his shirt, thinking about how much more he wants to see you cry. "You're so mean," you sniffed, readjusting your pants. "I was being good."

"Not good enough," Toji laughed as he walked back around the counter, snatching his onigiri and opening it before you could think about grabbing it from him. You glare at him, and he just waves you off.

"Thanks, princess."

[nvoirs]

During a mission leon and the reader seek shelter in a hotel from a massive storm, but there was a room available with only one bed and each mission they go on they can’t deny their attraction for each other, it ended up with Leon throat fucking the reader.

Re4r Leon or Re6 and prompt “That’s it baby.” & “Open that throat for me. Fuck— your doing so good, taking me so well….”

(Mind you that leon is kind of long, thick, and has veins all around it with a slight curve at the tip. He’s like a almost 12 inches….)

The reader hasn’t done anything like this with him so she is inexperienced, yeah they kissed a couple times but that was it although he is glad to be able to teach her.

Disclaimers: Obviously some intense throat fucking, Leon has a normal sized dick guys.. not 12 inches shdshfs

Note: Leon throat fucking you is so hot UGH. I just keep imagining RE4 Leon in this specific scenario. I just feel like he would totally throat fuck you, using and teaching you all he knows hehe and he's definitely a tincy wincy mean about it.

--

Soaked to the bone, you slid the card Leon gave you to the hotel receptionist wanting to be booked in as soon as possible so you could get out of your sopping, wet clothes. Leon was currently on the other side of the room talking to someone you assumed to be Hunnigan and the situation going about. The storm that had hit the area was extremely strong, and the rain almost hurt as it beat down on your face and back when you and Leon had made your way to the closest place of accommodation which happened to be a dingy, little hotel.

Chewing your lip you waited for the woman to give the key card to the room you had asked for.

“I'm sorry Miss but there's no more rooms with two beds available I'm afraid. But I can book you and your boyfriend a room with a large double? It'll be nice and comfy for just the two of you.”

The receptionist's smirk was visible, she twirled her hair as she made herself look innocent enough waiting for your answer.

Oh for fuck sakes, one of you would have to sleep on the floor and you sure hoped it wasn't you. Your back was killing, being thrown to the ground by a dude twice your size wasn't a soft landing.

“I'll take the double then, and me and my boyfriend will be comfy.” You snatched the key card out of her palm, scoffing as you made your way over to Leon who was tapping his foot staring at his watch.

“Got it.” You waved the key card under his nose entering the elevator Leon tagging along.

“Finally I'm fucking dead I need sleep” He groaned as he leaned against the metal wall of the elevator surveying your face.

You giggled, but your face began to turn slightly warm as you tugged at your collar coughing slightly. “I uh could only get a room with one double by the way.”

“That's no problem, I'll take the floor.”

You stared at him and felt guilty. Regretting what you had said before about wanting the bed to yourself, you shook your head.

“No I think you should get the bed Leon, you were knocked around hard today.”

“No way, and let the lady sleep on the floor? That wouldn't be very gentlemanly of me.” His eyes twinkled as he awaited your response.

“Leon I may be a lady, but I'm your partner and I only think it's fair you get the bed.” You poked his chest teasingly.

His bangs fell across his eyes before he brushed them back his eyes darkening. “Well maybe we should just sleep in the bed together, what d'ya say?”

His face was so close to yours, your eyelashes fluttering as you stared at him hard. Your hands on his chest to steady yourself, you could feel the steady rhythm of his heart beating quite the opposite of yours.

The ding of the elevator pulled you both away from each other, as an elderly lady waddled in smiling at the two of you.

You nodded back before getting out of the elevator as quick as possible not even looking behind you scanning the key card and flinging the door open. The door was stopped by Leon's hand as he came through shutting it but not before he swiftly put the do not disturb sign on the door handle without you noticing.

“Want to pick up where we left of sweetheart?” His answer floated in the air before hitting you in the face.

“I.. sure I guess.” You stumbled over your words hoping he wouldn't notice.

“Baby if you don't want to do anything, I won't force you I promise.”

Baby? That was new. “No Leon, It's okay I want this please.” You pulled his arms around your waist as he joined you on the bed. He nodded his head before diving down for your lips. Sweet and innocent just how he liked his women. He prodded your mouth open and you complied allowing him inside. Sucking on your tongue, you moaned grinding against his body as he pushed you further into the soft pillows. Drool was spilling down the corner of your mouth, a mixture of his and yours.

Leon stopped the make out session practically ripping your wet clothes of your body so you were left in nothing but your underwear. The pair of white lacy undergarments made him groan, you were even dressed as an angel beneath your work attire.

“Leon, take of your clothes to.” You whined tugging at his pants. He chuckled at you, “So impatient.” He clicked his tongue.

Pulling everything of so he was naked except for the tight pair of briefs he wore, that exposed his massive bulge the precum stain in the middle.

Your eyes widened, but you popped the certain question. “Leon can I help you?”

He smirked, “Be specific when you say help, how so?”

“Can I put your cock in my mouth?”

“I think I want to fuck your throat instead, It'll clean your mouth out I promise.” You clenched your thighs at his words.

“I h-haven't done that before with anyone, could you show me?”

“Oh baby, I can teach you as much as you want there isn't much you just got to open up that tight fucking throat.” He pushed you down on the bed, your head on the edge as he hovered above you.

You blushed at the view, waiting for his next order. “What do I do now?”

He hummed his bulge so close to your face, “Take them of first of all.”

You slowly reached out your hands, still upside down you looped the material of his briefs between your fingers before slowly pulling them down. They slid to the floor near his ankles, and you awed at the sight.

He was red and throbbing waiting for your next move, he slapped himself a few times against your parted lips.

“Leon!” You squeaked, your face becoming flustered as you gaze followed towards his smug face.

“What?” He mimicked your voice. “Now I just need you to open your pretty mouth, and keep it wide open.”

You gulped, making sure your mouth was coated in saliva so it would be easier for Leon to fuck the hell out of your throat. You were excited, “Let me take care of you Leon.”

“Fuck me.” He mumbled sliding his cock into your open gob, he kept pushing until the tip was hitting the back of your throat. You gagged as your throat contracted making Leon moan releasing a string of curses. Your throat was squeezing him so hard already, your head practically dangling of the bed hanging on by your nervous body.

“S-sorry.” You slurred mouth full of cock, but Leon heard you and he chuckled.

“Oh your going to be even more sorry if you don't open up wide honey.” You obliged opening your mouth as far as it would go. Leon slid himself in to the hilt, and you were holding back tears as you felt a burning sensation to choke and splutter but you pushed it down.

“Aww is my poor baby crying, don't cry I'll teach you I promise.”

He began to thrust into your mouth harshly, throwing his head back from the burst of pleasure he was receiving from your tight throat taking him so well.

Your muffled noises could be heard as Leon made a mess of you. He grabbed a handful of hair that was messily covering your eyes, holding on strongly he pulled your hair bubbling up a moan inside of you.

His balls were hitting your face, and you squeaked every time the impact of them came down. His scraggly pubes prickling you every time he ploughed into your mouth harder.

Your saliva and his sticky precum was decorating the sides of your mouth, and the pretty sight made Leon want to cum instantly.

“Ha- going to cum in your mouth now baby, and then your going to swallow it all and show me you did, ok?” He was struggling to form coherent words as he worked closer to his release, you on the other hand just hummed in reply. Tears smothered your wet face, your makeup smudged and ruined only for Leon to look at.

“Fuck yeah, look at you baby taking me so well, m'gonna cum in your fucking mouth now.” A deep groan resonated inside of Leon's chest as he filled up your hungry mouth with his hot, sticky ropes of cum.

He pulled out of your mouth with a pop, watching your every move as you sat up mouth shut tight.

You gulped, and he smirked at you tapping your lips. “Open up honey, I have to see if you ate all that meal I kindly gave you.”

Shyly you opened your mouth and Leon was happy to see that nothing remained, besides that cute little tongue that was good for nothing but satisfying his needs.

“Did I do good, Leon?”

“You did fucking amazing, I always wondered how it'd feel to have you stretched around my cock.”

You turned a shade of red, not knowing Leon wanted to ever do nothing more than kiss while drunk you plucked up the courage to ask him.

“So Leon what are we?”

“Whatever you want us to be, but maybe your boyfriend because the lady at the desk seemed to like that idea.”

“You heard that?” You gawked at him but should've realised as Leon did have a sharp pair of ears.

“I did indeed, my girlfriend. So what do you say?”

“I'd love that, my boyfriend.” He pecked the top of your head, pulling the covers over your exhausted bodies. I guess the bed situation was solved then.

--

[hoasvuon]

(2:21 AM)

you had tried to reason with yeonjun for the past ten minutes, telling him that he didn't need to come over to take care of you, and that you'd be alright with just a bit of rest.

"baby i'm fine, i promise. it's just a little cold, i'll be alright", you insisted over the phone.

"yes you might be fine now, but what if you get worse in the middle of the night? i have to be there in case something happens!", yeonjun retorted back.

you sighed softly, knowing that he wouldn't listen to you, but you still felt guilty that he was also up so late worrying about you. after all, he had his own life, and coming over to take care of you so late in the morning wouldn't be good for either of you.

but no matter what you did you couldn't stop tossing around in bed. not only were you sick, but you didn't even have anybody to fuss over you. although that was mostly your own fault. after all, your loving boyfriend had asked if you needed anything to which you responded that you would be fine with a good nights' rest. 

looking at the clock, you sadly realized it already was 2:21 in the morning, hours past when you told yourself you would go to bed. you suddenly regretted your decision telling yeonjun not to come over. you decided that if you were going to be awake anyways, you might as well for yourself a glass of water from the kitchen, to help with the sore throat.

stumbling outside with your blanket wrapped tightly around your body, and your phone in your hand, you began making your way to the kitchen. you had barely made it to the kitchen counter before you noticed your phone light up with a text from your boyfriend.

i know you said that you would be ok on your own but I can't help but worry. do you want me to come over?

you thought about it for a second and decided that if there was going to be any day that you gave in to your desires, it would be today. uou quickly texted back that you wanted him to come over, and set your phone down on the counter.

looking at your phone, you saw that he had read the message immediately. however, that wasn't surprised you. suddenly, you heard the sound of your apartment door unlocking. 

turning around, you were met with the face of your boyfriend as he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist before nestling his head in the crook of your neck. 

"my babyy is sick. what do I do?" he mumbled, while rubbing up and down on your back.

laughing, you responded, "were you just waiting for me to text you that you could come?" before lightly tapping his head.

"no ... maybe ... yes" yeonjun said sheepishly, before his eyes caught your half finished cup of water on the counter.

"see ! look, you're drinking cold water, what if you got sick again? this is why i was worried. i have to be here to take care of you.” he said.

turning your body around, he began walking with you to your bedroom, though it was a bit of a struggle considering he was still attached to your back, like a koala. 

finally, the two of you made it to your bedroom where he laid you gently in bed before getting in himself. 

"no matter what I'll be here for you. so don't worry about me and just get better. I love you" he whispered gently in your ear, before wrapping his arm around your frame and pulling you in closer.

looking up at him as you were laying on his chest, you begin to notice more little things that made you fall in love with him along the way. The way his eyelashes fluttered as he closed his eyes, the rosy tint to his checks from having stood outside your apartment door waiting for you to text, the way his hair barely grazed his eyes as you reached up to brush it away. the way he subconsciously would pull you closer in your sleep, as if you would run away from him if he didn’t hold you tight enough. most of all, you noticed how calm your breathing had become, and how you fit perfectly in his arms.

maybe one day, you’d pluck up the courage to tell him exactly how much he means to you. but for now, all you want to worry about is getting better, as soon as possible, so you can pepper yeonjun in kisses as thanks for taking care of you and worrying about you. after all, it was 2:35 in the morning, and you thought to yourself that maybe being sick wasn’t so bad, especially when you had someone who loved you taking care of you.

author's note: hihi flowers i am also !! currently sick :( so i wrote this drabble just now in my sick, delirious state at 2 in the morning ,, how nice would it be to get cuddles and headpats while you're sick ? i'm simply self-indulgent i suppose ,,, ! this hasn't been edited/proofread, i'll get back to doing that at some point when i feel better ! <3 thank u for the support on my first post !!

[buckysgrace]

Gator x fem!reader

She has an interesting way to get out of a speeding ticket;)

and maybe Gator's dashcam is still on:)

Love E

Love you, E hope you enjoy this 🥹

CW: Blowjobs, unprotected sex, degradation, handcuff usage

You promise Gator you'll stop speeding in a unique way.

"Get out."

"Aw," You whined as you looked up at him, wincing at the way he shined his bright flashlight into your eyes, "Do I have to? It's cold out." You tried to reason, glancing at how dark it was already.

"You were speeding." He responded with a bored tone, looking as if he couldn't be swayed. You knew that he could. He just needed to be pushed in the right direction.

"Not that much," You pouted as you rested your hands on your lap, "I just got off of my shift, Gator. C'mon." You told him as you glanced towards the clock on your dash, figuring that his shift must've just started.

"I didn't ask, did I?" He replied with a cocky grin on his lips, "So step out of the vehicle before I make you." He blinked slowly, taking in the way you sighed deeply thought your nose before you pushed the door open with more force than usual.

"Why do I have to get out for a ticket? Gator-, okay this isn't funny." You replied as he slammed the door shut, just to push you up against your vehicle.

"Never said it was." He hummed as he pressed your legs far apart, then began to bring his hands up against your shoulders.

"You can't arrest me!" You protested, "I haven't done anything!" You told him seriously, sure that he was doing this just to be a dick.

"Reckless driving," He said as he patted his hands roughly against your hips, "I have every right to take you down to the station." He added, making you panic just a little bit. You wouldn't be the talk of the town by being arrested for such a silly thing.

"Wait, wait," You said quickly, wiggling as he pressed your hands behind your back, "Can't you give me a warning?" You pleaded as you flipped your head towards him, batting your eyelashes in the sweetest way you could muster.

"Why would I do that?" He snorted as he watched you. His tone suggested otherwise, but you could see the interest in his brown eyes. He wanted to know what you had to say.

"I'll make it worth your while," You pleaded with him, "Please. I promise I won't do it again." You grinned in a soft manner, chewing on your bottom lip at the way his touch became softer against you.

He watched you for the longest time, brown eyes swimming with curiosity as he drifted them across your features. You pouted your bottom lip out and fluttered your eyelashes, knowing just how easy it was to sway his mind.

“You better make it good.” He grumbled as he stepped back, glancing around like he wasn't sure if it would be safe. You knew it would be. You and him were the only ones on this long stretch of dirt road.

“C’mere,” You teased him as you gripped his hands, shuffling him into your backseat, “Turn that off.” You instructed as you clambered in next to him, careful not to get too close to his exposed gun.

“What?” He looked down at his chest, staring at the bodycam for a second before he turned his attention towards you once again.

“Camera,” You responded as you tapped your fingers against it, “I don’t need your buddies seeing this.” You said seriously, quite sure that he would proudly show it off.

“They’re already gonna know,” He said smugly as he raised his eyebrows, “Best go ahead and put that pretty mouth to good use.”

You shook your head as you tugged at his pants, struggling for a moment before you got his belt unhooked and the buttons on his pants undone.

You tentatively moved your hand over his thighs, pausing across the bulge that was forming in his boxers. He hissed out, shifting back in the chair as you felt a bright smirk forming on your lips. He was so easy to get a reaction out of.

You lowered yourself to his lap, resting your tits against his thigh as he quickly shot his eyes down towards you. He always liked to watch, like he was afraid he was going to miss something.

You slipped your hand through his boxers, giving his long cock a soft squeeze before you pulled him out. His tip was pinky and leaking, precum drizzling down the curve of him as you felt your stomach twisting in pleasure.

"Don't stop," He mumbled, his brown eyes wide and filled with lust as he stared at the way his tip rested near your lips, "C'mon." He pleaded a little more desperate, his eyebrows wrinkling together as you slid your fist up towards his tip.

He jolted, moving his hips forward as you resisted a giggle. You pressed your lips against his tip, messily sliding your tongue out against the taste of him.

The smell of him was just as intoxicating as his heavy cock against your tongue as you slid him inside of your mouth. You bobbed your head slowly, building a steady rhythm as his groans spurred you on.

You moaned as you felt your eyes closing as your senses became full of him. The bastard left an ache between your legs, making you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside as you gripped his thighs for support.

His cock twitched inside of your mouth as he pushed down on your neck, pressing his cock further inside of you. You gagged as his tip hit the back of your throat, spit falling freely as he began to jerk his hips forward with the motions of your mouth.

He reached his hand underneath your top, rubbing slowly against the band of your bra as you swallowed around his thick girth. Your moans were muffled as his groans filled the car, his thighs quaking underneath your touch.

You gasped as he gripped your neck with your free hand, tugging you away from his cock as saliva pooled from your lips. His eyes were darker than usual, filled with want as he messily pushed your spit back into your mouth.

“What are you doing?" You asked breathlessly, cautious not to bite down on his thumb before you licked at his skin. You certainly hoped that the video would only be for his eyes.

“I can’t concentrate on your mouth if you’re dressed.” He replied with a smirk, looking proud of himself as he began to tug your shirt up over your shoulders.

“You’re ridiculous.” You told him seriously as you pressed a finger against his shoulder, grinning at the way his eyes widened as he stared at your chest. His cheeks burned a shade of pink before he moved to unsnap your bra, cursing as he struggled with it.

“We can go down to the station if you’d rather.” He grumbled as he brought his nimble fingers down the curve of your arms. You felt goosebumps forming on your skin, a gasp leaving your lips as he brought his calloused hands up to your tits.

“Fine,” You mumbled as you leaned against his touch, “But nobody better see this.” You warned him, not quite reassured by the way he laughed. You shifted a bit, tugging your pants and panties down next.

“Just me, myself and I,” He promised, all smug as he settled back, “Don’t leave me hanging now, darling." He mumbled as he brought his hand back to his throbbing cock, giving himself a few strokes as he brought his free hand down against your thigh.

You yelped at the contact, enjoying the feeling of your skin burning from where he'd smacked your skin. You could feel your clit aching from the contact, desperately needing something. You could feel how wet you were; it was pathetic.

"Look at her," Gator cooed as he brought his fingers against your clit, a whine leaving your mouth at the way he playfully touched you, "Your pretty little tang is soaked. Need me that bad, baby?"

"No," You whimpered, denying your own want despite the proof in front of you, "S'fine." You spit out, your mind feeling fuzzy as you gripped a hold of his knees. You leaned back, moaning softly as you began to grind yourself against his fingers. It felt good, far too good. The bastard.

He leaned forward, his lips ghosting against your collarbone as he took a languid lick of your skin. You moaned at the sensation, closing your eyes as he moved two fingers down to your wet hole.

He teasingly moved them in circles, collecting your slick on his long fingers as he moved his other hand to your hip. He squeezed your soft flesh as he nipped at your neck, finding the perfect way to distract you.

You gasped at the feeling of your wrists being pinched behind your back as he slid two of his fingers inside of you with ease. You moaned loudly, unable to focus on the fact that you were handcuffed. You focused on the way you stretched around his fingers, at the way he slowly dragged them in and out of your slick walls.

"She sounds pretty desperate to me," He mumbled as he settled back, wearing a cocky grin at the way you began to move yourself onto his fingers, "Look at you. Fucking whore. You want my cock?" He mumbled, sending more jolts of pleasure though your body.

"Uh huh," You nodded along, gasping at the way he curled his fingers deep inside of you to reach that spongy spot that you craved for, "Want you so bad, Gator."

"What do you want?" He teased as he slowed down his motions, clearly pleased with seeing you sweat and beg over his cock. Him. You needed all of him.

"Your cock," You whined, legs trembling as he flicked your clit with his thumb while you continued to squirm over him. You sighed at the feeling of him removing his fingers, disappointed with how empty you suddenly felt, "Gator." You whimpered out, eyes feeling heavy as he pulled his fingers into his mouth. He licked them slowly, cleaning the taste of you off of his digits.

He dragged you towards him, pulling you up against his chest for just a moment. You yelped as the top of your head hit your roof, earning a laugh from him as he slowly cupped your face.

“You alright?” He asked, sounding worried as he held onto your face. He moved his thumbs across your cheeks, leaving you laughing as a dull ache settled over your head.

“Mhm,” You nodded, all smiles now as he kissed the corner of your lips, “S’better.” You promised, chest heaving at the feeling of his heavy cock against your wet cunt.

He slid his cock between your wet folds, rubbing his tip against your clit teasingly as a moan left your lips. You rolled your hips to meet him, moaning as he slid his tip inside of you.

He pushed in slowly, giving you plenty of time to adjust to his thick girth and long length. You could feel your walls stretching, clamping down around him as he stole the air from your lungs.

You moaned, desperate to feel more of him as you began to grind your hips down slowly. You tugged at your restraints, whining as his hands moved to your hips to help steady.

"Easy," He instructed, his voice coming out tense and raspy as he licked at his bottom lip, "Jesus. You take me so well. Such a good cock slut." He grunted, sighing at the way your pussy inhaled him. He watched with interest, his eyebrows furrowing together as you began to move again.

It felt like he slid deeper inside of you with every inhale, like your bodies were slowly becoming one as he dragged you along the curve of his cock. The sensation made your thighs shake, your lips tremble as you dripped along his fat girth.

"Oh my God," You whined, making a mental note to pray over all of this later. Surely God would understand. Gator was just like the devil; beautiful and cunning. He really was your downfall, "Feels so good. Fuck." You gasped, your boobs moving with the motions of his rough thrusts.

He tugged you forward by your neck, grunting as he pressed his lips messily against yours. You moaned as you fought to keep up with his movements, the kiss messy and sloppy as your clit ached from the way his cock curved inside of you.

He groaned as he lazily rested his head back against the headrest, the car a little cramped for the both of you. The air was hot, humid as the sound of your flesh meeting filled the windows. His whines matched yours, just as needy and desperate. It told you that he wanted you just as badly.

"Jesus Christ," He huffed in pleasure as he began to roll his hips up into you deeper, hitting that spot inside of you that made you see stars. Your lips parted as more moans rolled off of your tongue, your high crashing over you as you clenched down around him, "Fuck!" He cursed, gripping your hips tightly as he pressed into you with the same rough pace.

You cried out, your wrists digging into the handcuffs as your orgasm crashed over you. You came, your body shaking as the burning pleasure spread through your body. You were incoherent, the pleasure filling all of your senses as he continued to drag your limp hips down against his cock.

"Gator," You whimpered, your forehead falling against his in bliss as he rolled his cock deeper inside of you. His thrusts were becoming shallow, slower as his moans grew higher in pitch, "Cum for me, baby. Wanna feel you." You whispered as your lips fell to his ear, his body shivering underneath your touch.

His grunts fell against your chest, his pace stalling until he pressed deep inside of you. It was enough to make you whimper all over again, the feeling of his cock throbbing inside of you before he filled you with his cum.

You rolled your hips lazily, inviting the feeling of his warm spunk painting your walls. You licked at the side of his face, tasting hints of his cologne as he shook underneath you. His cock twitched inside of you again, the mixture of you two leaking from your hole as he pushed you back a bit to get a good look at you.

You did the same, breathing in the way his hair was no longer stiff and slicked back. It had slightly fell around his face, framing his forehead as his brown eyes stared at you in interest. He drank in the image of you as you stared at his flushed cheeks, at the moles on his skin. He really was charming.

You gasped, almost afraid that you would topple backwards before he steading you again. He gripped your hips with one hand as he pulled himself free, making you whine at the loss of contact once again. You wanted more of him.

He hissed as he wiped the mixture of you two from his cock, breathing in deeply before he gathered what was at your hole and slid it all back in. You felt your thighs twitch as he slowly stroked his finger inside of you, making you feel full in a whole other way.

“Smile for the camera,” He grinned cockily, quite proud of himself as he moved his fingers up towards your lips. You sucked on them slowly, holding eye contact with him as you savored the combination from the both of you, “Show them whose whore you are."

"Too bad you have to work," You teased playfully once his fingers were clean and lifted from your lips, "I could really use your company. The house gets so lonely at night." You pouted, making him chuckle as he leaned forward to remove your restraints.

"I'm just one call away," He reminded as he squeezed at your ass, sighing once his radio began to obnoxiously sing from beside him, "See you in the morning." He replied sweetly, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. It wasn't the ideal way to meet, but it worked.

[leafy-mints]

"if you want me to, i'll share my heart"

4k words. fem!skk. smut fic. EXPLICIT CONTENT.

"Aww, such a good girl," The redhead patted her cheek mockingly. The brunette blushed and started to swat her hand away, but froze when Chuuya hit her sweet spot. Her own hand dropped limp at her side as she gasped.

When Chuuya added a third finger, Dazai’s eyes widened and she had to bite her lip hard to keep a moan from spilling out.

“Ah, that won’t do,” Chuuya sharply thrusted her fingers into her and couldn’t help but smirk when she heard the moan her girlfriend held back earlier slip out, “Much better.”

or, 4k words of pure fem!skk smut.

also on ao3!

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The sound of heavy breathing and lips crashing against each other filled Chuuya's bedroom. Well, it was more like their bedroom with how often Dazai stayed in there too.

Said redhead was straddling Dazai's hips with both of her thumbs smoothing over the other’s cheekbones. While Dazai had one hand resting lazily on her waist and her other hand on the side of her neck.

Dazai loved making out with her girlfriend. Especially when she was in this particular mood.

Every kiss was more passionate than the last. Each one slow yet full of desperation, love, and pure want and she'd never get tired of it. Hot, open-mouthed, tongues slowly moving around each other, and the occasional lip biting. She loved the high that came from it.

Chuuya parted from her lips for a moment to leave a trail of kisses on Dazai's jaw, down her neck, and across her collarbones. The brunette sighed and let her eyes flutter shut, her skin growing warmer by the minute.

But just as she was beginning to relax into the soft touches, Chuuya bit down on her shoulder hard, leaving an angry mark there as her teeth disconnected from the flesh. Naturally, Dazai's eyes flew open at the sudden burst of pain.

"Ouch, asshole!" Dazai hit Chuuya's shoulder in response as she pouted.

"Mm, shut up, you fucking love it."

Her tone was enough to shut Dazai up immediately. Her voice was laced with confidence and made her sound so sexy it was unfair.

The shorter girl kissed and licked the bite mark before whispering low in the other girl's ear, "And even if you didn't, you'd take whatever I give you anyway 'cause you like it when I'm a little mean to you."

This turned Dazai on impossibly more and all the poor girl could do was keen as Chuuya recaptured her already kiss-swollen lips. The two could both tell they were already soaked. They were pretty worked up from being away from each other for so long. Chuuya was out of town for a business meeting and Dazai had been teasing her the whole week she was away just to get to this point. Their hands moving feverishly over each other's bodies, groping and caressing whatever areas of skin they could was enough proof her plan had worked.

Dazai had to suppress a whine when Chuuya separated from her mouth again. The redhead must have sensed this because she gave her a quick peck as an apology before explaining, "I need to prep you, babe, you're in for a long night."

"Oh, really? And what exactly do you plan to do to little ole me? Probably nothing I can't handle." Dazai challenged with a smirk, she enjoyed being bratty since she knew it pissed Chuuya off.

And Chuuya looks so pretty when she's annoyed.

"Well, if you must know," She huffed and rolled her eyes while pushing her hair back, "I plan to make you cum at least three times tonight. Maybe more."

"Oh, do go on." Dazai smiles and bats her eyelashes up at her girlfriend mockingly.

“First, I'm going to finger you until that brattiness of yours goes away,” She dropped her annoyance for just a moment and gazed almost innocently into Dazai’s eyes as she rubbed her hands along the girl’s sides, “And then, I’m going to fuck you until you can't think, Osamu."

The hands on her sides combined with the use of her given name sent a welcomed shiver down Dazai’s spine. She couldn’t stop the stupidly wide grin spreading across her face. Oh, she's in for a long night alright.

Chuuya pulls Dazai in for one more kiss before kissing her neck again and pulling her panties off. The taller girl lifted her hips so Chuuya could pull them the rest of the way down.

“Someone’s impatient,” Dazai smirked.

“You’d complain either way,” Chuuya kissed a hickey that was forming, “I’ll shut you up soon enough though.”

“I’ll be waiting,” The brunette gave an exaggerated yawn to feign boredom.

Chuuya rolled her eyes again and slowly kissed her way down Dazai’s body, giving extra affection to the scars her bandages usually covered.

Chuuya’s always loved her scars. Sure, she hates the reason they’re there, but they didn’t make Dazai any less beautiful. If anything, the fact that they’re all old and mostly faded shows how far she’s come since they were younger and working for that horrid organization. Chuuya will forever be proud of her for it.

“Can you get on with it already?” Dazai whines while Chuuya is sucking a hickey on her stomach. She was getting flustered from Chuuya being so sweet with her, so her turned head was flushed pink.

“Well now look who’s impatient,” Chuuya pinches her thigh and giggles at the yelp Dazai lets slip. “Good girls should know patience. Seems I’ll need to teach you.”

“Let’s see if I can pass with flying colors then,” Dazai snickers. Chuuya rolls her eyes for the umpteenth time in less than an hour.

Even with two fingers deep in her, Dazai was still trying to be stubborn as ever. Chuuya could tell she was already falling apart though.

“Did you touch yourself at all while I was away? You’re so tight, baby,” Chuuya teased as she started scissoring her fingers to stretch Dazai out some more.

“Ah,” A forceful exhale to replace the embarrassing whine that was going to escape her lips, “Nope. Waited just for you, Chibi.”

“Aww, such a good girl,” The redhead patted her cheek mockingly. The brunette blushed and started to swat her hand away, but froze when Chuuya hit her sweet spot. Her own hand dropped limp at her side as she gasped.

Chuuya curled her fingers to try and get a more vocal reaction out of Dazai, but unfortunately, the noises she would make were quiet or held back completely. But when Chuuya added a third finger, Dazai’s eyes widened and she had to bite her lip hard to keep a moan from spilling out.

“Ah, that won’t do,” Chuuya sharply thrusted her fingers into her and couldn’t help but smirk when she heard the moan her girlfriend held back earlier slip out, “Much better.”

Chuuya continued at a faster pace, occasionally curling her fingers to rub against that spot that left the brunette numb and breathless. She noticed Dazai’s thighs slightly twitching and knew her girlfriend was close.

A few gasps and pants later and Dazai was biting down on her lip again as she came with only a soft grunt. But her eyelids fluttering and her hand twisted in the sheets gave away how much Chuuya was truly affecting her. Chuuya didn’t slow down as she fucked her through her release, but Dazai didn’t think much of it.

That is, until she still feels her girlfriend's fingers pounding into her and the haze of her orgasm was bordering into overstimulation.

Dazai tried to squirm away, but Chuuya still didn’t let up and held her in place keeping that same, rough pace.

The brunette gasped and whined and screwed her eyes shut at the burn of overstimulation. It was almost too much, but with the way Chuuya was holding her hips down, she had no choice but to lay there and take it. It was mind numbing.

Her mouth dropped open in a silent moan as the slight discomfort quickly turned back into pleasure. She could feel her second orgasm coming already.

Dazai’s legs trembled as Chuuya skillfully massaged and hit her g-spot over and over. Her head was blissfully empty and all she could do was moan and whine. She felt like she was on cloud nine.

“Fuck- I’m close again, Chuuya,” Dazai choked out.

“Oh, I know,” Chuuya cooed as she sped up her fingers, her tone condescending. “I feel you, baby. Give me another one.”

Dazai whined and even thrashed around a bit at the onslaught of pure pleasure. She felt her orgasm so, so close she wanted to cry. She was right there-

Her thoughts were cut off when Chuuya curled her fingers at a particular angle that punched the air out of her lungs and left her gasping. She was so close and every drag of Chuuya's fingers inside of her felt impossibly good. Her thighs quivered hard and her legs started to close, but Chuuya forced them right back open and held them down. Dazai let out a dry sob and threw her head back. She could hardly think, let alone speak.

“C’mon, baby, be a good girl and cum for me.”

That sentence combined with a few more thrusts and Dazai was gone. Her back arched off the bed and she came hard with a loud moan. Chuuya slowed down a bit, but kept finger-fucking her through the full body spasms she was having.

“Holy shit..” Dazai threw an arm over her face and mumbled to herself when she finally came back down. Chuuya noticed her thighs still jerking even after she was done and her ego sky-rocketed.

“Nothing you can’t handle though, right?” Chuuya giggled and lightly smacked her thigh. Dazai groaned, rolled to the other side of the bed, and turned away from her in response.

So dramatic, Chuuya thought, but it was a little endearing.

“Nope, get back here, I’m not done with you yet,” Chuuya grinned as she grabbed Dazai’s hips and dragged the fucked-out girl back towards her. She flipped her onto her back again so she was hovering over her and kissed her cheek.

“Ugh, give me a minute. I feel so floaty right now.” Dazai sighed and closed her eyes.

“I thought that was the whole point, mackerel,” Chuuya playfully scoffed and rolled her eyes, “I fuck the brattiness out of you so I don’t have to hear your smart-ass mouth.”

“Yeah, yeah, congratulations, slug. You shut me up with mind blowing sex. Do you want a cookie?” Dazai waved a hand in her face for emphasis, but was quickly shut up when Chuuya grabbed that hand to pin it above her head and into the mattress.

“Well clearly I didn’t do good enough since you still have jokes, hm?”

Dazai's face immediately bloomed red. All she could do was stare at Chuuya, for once in her life at a loss for words.

It’s not often she can catch Dazai off guard, but when she does, her reactions are priceless. Chuuya giggles, “Alright then, I’ll be right back. Let’s see if you have anything else to say after fuck your brains out.”

“I’m shaking in my boots.” Dazai crossed her arms and smirked. An outstanding recovery.

Despite the clear attempts of her girlfriend trying to piss her off, Chuuya couldn’t help but think about how cute she looked at the moment. Face still a bit flushed and her dark hair fanned out over the mattress.

“You’re gonna need to lose the attitude, missy.” She joked and hit her thigh again before pointing at her and walking off. Dazai stuck her tongue out at her and went back to resting her eyes.

Dazai let out a long moan as Chuuya slowly slid the dildo into her with practically no resistance. When she made it down to the hilt, the brunette let out a grunt as the tip brushed against the slightly sensitive bundle of nerves.

"You okay, baby?" The redhead asked, kissing her girlfriend on the cheek.

Dazai nodded with a bit of desperation. Chuuya had quickly got her riled back up with just some dirty talk earlier. Her breathy gasp of 'yes' made the redhead’s face flush a pretty pink.

"Okay, just relax and breathe for me."

Chuuya flicked her wrist to pull the dildo out a little before slowly pushing it back in. Dazai's lips parted and her eyes squeezed shut. The shorter girl immediately stopped though and Dazai was about to complain before Chuuya lightly slapped her cheek—not to hurt her, just enough to get her attention—and blue eyes met dark brown as the brunette slowly opened her eyes.

"There you go. Eyes on me, baby."

Dazai immediately flushed at the words. Her girlfriend was incredibly hot like this. She felt a little lightheaded as she nodded and Chuuya's small smile in response did nothing to ease that.

Chuuya continued the slow pull and push motion while kissing the corner of Dazai's mouth, her cheek, her neck, her shoulder, and just about anywhere else she could reach.

Dazai could feel everything. She could feel the gentleness of the redhead's kisses, the softness of the fiery red locks interlaced between her fingers, and the width of the dildo dragging against her walls. It was starting to drive her insane, turning her forceful exhales into low whines. She loved when her head went blissfully empty like this, she loved being able to relax and not think for a while, and she especially loved entrusting Chuuya to do this for her.

When Chuuya hit her g-spot dead on, her wrist flew to her mouth to muffle what would've been an embarrassingly loud moan. Chuuya narrowed her eyes and pulled Dazai's arm away from her mouth to pin it to the pillow over her head.

"I wanna hear you, babe. Don't hide your voice from me," Chuuya gently scolded as she thrusted the dildo into Dazai a little harsher than earlier, ripping a pretty moan from her throat.

The two froze for a second as both of them went horribly red.

"Fuck," The redhead whispered under her breath with a grin, "Keep that up and you might not be walking anytime soon."

Chuuya continued fucking Dazai at a much faster pace. It honestly made the brunette dizzy. Her thighs were quivering and her head was thrashing around as she moaned. Chuuya paused for a minute to pull one of Dazai's thighs to her stomach to bless the taller girl with a much better angle. She was hitting all the right spots with each powerful thrust and it felt so, so good.

"Mm, I'm getting close, Chuu." Dazai whined, her warning reaching deaf ears. Chuuya didn't slow down at all. If anything, she sped up.

"Please, I wanna cum." She grunted out after a particularly good thrust. Her chest heaving and eyes watering.

"And just how bad do you want it, darling?" Chuuya challenged, her eyes low and dangerous.

Now, Dazai was hardly one to beg, but with the headspace she was in at the moment, she couldn't care less.

"I want it so, so bad, Chuuya. Please- Fuck- Please let me cum. I've been so good."

"Have you now?"

"Yes! Oh god, please-" She cuts herself off with another swear and a moan.

Chuuya loved when her girlfriend slipped away from her normal composure and got like this. Thinking of nothing except chasing the pleasure of her impending orgasm. She loved being able to relax her. Hearing the beautiful girl beg right in her ear was a satisfying bonus.

"Don't cum until I say." Chuuya grins evilly at the girl next to her. Her forearm was starting to burn from the ruthless pace she'd set, but she was going to push through it for the sake of giving her girlfriend the incredible orgasm she deserved.

"Chuu, please!" Dazai was genuinely starting to sob now. Her eyes were glassy with unshed tears and her hair was starting to tangle from tossing her head so much.

Chuuya once again ignored her plea and just kept up with the brutal pace, enjoying her girlfriend squirming around and how vocal she was being.

Dazai was seeing stars. Everything felt way too good and her release was hurling at her. The harsh thrusts made her limbs tingle and her eyelids flutter as they rolled back.

"Shit- Chuuya, I can't. Oh god, please-" Dazai choked out in between a sob.

"Yes, you can. Just a little longer. I know you can, baby." Chuuya’s voice was a little rough and Dazai almost came from hearing that next to her ear alone.

Chuuya kissed the shell of her ear and groaned, "You look and sound so fuckin’ gorgeous right now," She kisses her cheek, "My pretty girl."

Dazai shut her eyes as her face went red from the praise and her breathing quickened as she did everything to hold off her orgasm for just a bit longer. She subconsciously began chanting the word 'please' and Chuuya's name like a prayer.

"You’re so beautiful, my love,” Chuuya mumbles in the girl’s ear, “You're always so good for me. You take it so well, baby."

The tears finally slipped from Dazai's eyes and Chuuya's heart skipped a beat. The blush dusting her face, her messy hair, the tear tracks going down her cheeks.. Her girlfriend looked absolutely ethereal.

"It feels so good. You always make me feel so good,” She whined and sniffed, barely able to form the sentences. Chuuya always got sappy with her near the end and all of the praise usually made her cry.

"Yes! Right there, Chuuya. Shit, I'm so close. Please, please, please-"

"Cum for me, Osamu."

Dazai came so hard her eyes rolled back and her mouth dropped open. She threw her head back into the pillow and gripped Chuuya's shoulder hard as she came on the dildo with a loud, drawn out moan. The use of her given name made her cry even more. It sounded so pretty coming from Chuuya, she just couldn't handle it.

Chuuya pressed kisses into her tousled brown hair and whispered soft praises to her as she continued to fuck her through the powerful orgasm. Tremors wracked through Dazai's whole body again from the force of it. The redhead only stopped when her girlfriend started weakly hitting her shoulder and trying to move away due to overstimulation.

The brunette winced at the feeling of the dildo being pulled out of her, but was quickly comforted by her girlfriend putting an arm around her.

Chuuya traced the bite mark she made earlier (it was definitely going to bruise by tomorrow, she’ll help her ice it later) while she kissed her cheek and murmured praises into her neck.

“Give me like 5 minutes and I will give you the best head you've ever had in your life.” Dazai exhaled.

Chuuya giggled, “Yes ma’am.”

Dazai’s breath hitched at that, and Chuuya definitely caught it.

“Wait.. You’re totally into that aren’t you?" Chuuya turned to face her and smiled.

“I’m not,” Dazai huffed.

“You are.”

“Am not.”

“Are to!”

“Am not!”

Chuuya scoffs and rolls her eyes, “Osamu, darling, dearest, love of my life, honey, baby-”

“Okay, okay! You can stop now,” Dazai cries as her cheeks burn red. She’s never been well with praise, or pet names, or anything like that. All the more reason Chuuya loves to run wild with them.

Chuuya laughs and Dazai’s heart clenches. Her girlfriend was unbelievably beautiful in every way. She turned her head so they were properly facing each other. They stared in silence for a moment before Dazai leans in to give her a soft kiss. She may not be the best at expressing just how deeply she feels with words, but she knows her actions show more than enough to Chuuya.

The kiss had the both of them melting. Chuuya’s arm moved down to loosely hold the brunette’s waist while Dazai cupped the other girl’s cheek. It was so soft and gentle and everything that they were still adjusting to.

Dazai moves Chuuya onto her back and hovers over her, kissing her neck and collarbones. She was aiming to reciprocate the same devotion she received prior. Sucking hickeys and placing kisses over scars she accumulated from working in the mafia over the years.

She slowly made her way in between Chuuya’s legs, holding onto both her toned thighs. She placed a kiss on the inside of each before licking at the other girl’s clit. The redhead let out a soft sigh and put a hand in Dazai’s hair, gently massaging her scalp.

Chuuya lets out a groan when the brunette alternates between licking and sucking. It sent little shocks of pleasure through her, and she quickly eased into it. She was very aware of the dull throbbing in her forearm, but it weirdly added onto the bliss she was feeling.

Dazai just looks up at her through her eyelashes and Chuuya lets out a shaky exhale when she feels Dazai’s tongue finally prod at where she wanted it. The shorter girl then lets out a sharp exhale as Dazai licks into her cunt and one of the hands on her thigh moves to rub her clit. Chuuya’s soft noises and the way her muscular thighs trembled around her head nearly made the brunette ready for another round right then and there.

The redhead could feel Dazai’s smirk as her own breathing got heavier. Her abs twitched and her arousal coiled hot in her stomach. If she didn’t already know how good her girlfriend was at giving head, she’d think it was insane that she was so close already.

Chuuya’s heavy breaths turned into moans and whines. Her grip in Dazai’s hair tightened and she subconsciously tugged on it. For a second, she worried she was a bit too harsh, but the moan that reverberated against her clit threw all her concerns aside.

She looked down and locked eyes with her girlfriend a second time and the eye contact made her weak. Dazai’s always oozed confidence in the bedroom setting and while Chuuya loved it, she also used to be a little jealous of it (What can she say? They were pretty competitive no matter the activity.) since she had to build hers up. The first time they had sex when they were seventeen, the redhead was absolutely a pillow princess. Dazai didn’t let that go for weeks.

It only took another minute or two of Dazai’s mouth on her before her back arched off the bed, her eyes clamped shut, and she came with a cry of the girl’s name, squirting on her tongue.

When Chuuya opened her eyes, her face flushed red, seeing the bottom half of Dazai’s face shiny with slick. She shot up and mumbled a quiet ‘Oh my god..’ in slight disbelief.

Dazai just grinned and wiped her mouth on her arm as she moved to sit on her girlfriend’s lap. She had her legs crossed around Chuuya’s middle and she lifted a hand to caress her face.

“My, my, little Chuuya was awfully worked up, huh?” She tilted her head and grinned as she patted Chuuya’s now very red cheek.

“Oh my god, shut up,” She groaned and looked away, but Dazai grabbed her chin to make the girl look back at her. They stared at each other for a bit before Chuuya smiled and leaned in to softly connect their lips once more. She could taste herself on Dazai, but that was an easy price to pay to kiss her girlfriend.

The two basked in the afterglow for a bit. All gentle caresses and loving stares. Dazai felt especially spent and would have slumped over Chuuya’s shoulder and fallen asleep if it wasn’t for said girl suddenly kissing all over her face like she was a child.

“Hey, that tickles, stop it, slug!” She protested as her face scrunched up. It was starting to match the shade Chuuya’s was earlier.

Chuuya laughed and gave her one last peck on the lips before wrapping her arms around the taller girl. The position was a little awkward with their height difference, but of course, the two made it work. They always do.

Chuuya sighed and kissed the brunette’s cheek. Dazai almost felt like running away from all the affection she was receiving, but she placed her chin over Chuuya’s shoulder and allowed herself to hold onto the girl instead.

“Chuuya’s awfully soft today,” Dazai scoffed.

"I love you, Osamu,” was the immediate reply. It was barely a whisper, but Dazai heard it all the same.

Dazai froze and tensed a little as she processed those words. They’ve been together for 6 years and some days she still can’t believe she’s hearing it.

“..I love you too.”

And the couple hugged each other even tighter.