#granite countertops cumming

[bigstarlet]

Bathroom 3/4 Bath (New York)

[joeloverture]

sea-cret obsession | j.m. x f!reader

masterlist | updates blog pairing: dad's enemy!yachter!joel miller x f!reader summary: [no outbreak] your dad's always had a superiority complex when it comes to his place at austin's finest yacht club. when joel miller joins the club, not only does he dethrone your dad — he also becomes your newest obsession. warnings: (18+ mdni) yachter!joel, dad's enemy!joel, age gap (mid 20s/mid 50s), alcohol, joel is implied to be older than reader's dad - don't read too far into it, reader wears a bikini (anyone can, i promise!), fantasizing, creepyish joel but reader's into it, soft!dom joel, porn with a paper-thin plot, m!receiving oral, throatfucking, facial, cum-eating, f!masturbation, blowjob in the captain's chair, daddy kink (oops), thigh riding, dirty talk, praise, degradation, pet names, aftercare [no use of y/n] word count: 2.9k a/n: this was supposed to be a ficlet for @iamasaddie's ✏️game. this is not a ficlet. please suspend your disbelief, this concept simply fell into my lap the moment i saw the wonderful moodboard aly put together for me. go check out the other fics, most of which are much shorter than mine and are absolute brain candy, that stemmed from aly's game!

Austin is hotter than the hinges on the gates of Hell, and you haven’t stopped sweating bullets since climbing out of Lake Travis. After an afternoon of floating belly-up in your bikini off of the dock of the yacht club your dad frequents, your need for a drink finally outweighed your need for aimless swimming.

Your bare feet are still burning from the hotfooted walk across the wooden deck into the bar. Water droplets cling to your skin and leave a pattern of stippled concrete in your wake. It’s been a few hours you’ve seen your dad around the club, having already gotten into a pissing contest with new club members over horsepower and amenities. Your dad’s the type to always want the biggest and the best: the most decks, the biggest wine fridge, the nicest galley — because God forbid he lose his running ten-year superiority to a newbie.

So yeah, you need a drink. You don’t even have to order; the bartender, Callie, simply slides your usual order over, which you nurse while watching a preseason football game. You haven’t bothered to sit down, your hip popped out with your elbows propped up on the granite countertop.

You don’t even notice the wolf whistle from behind is directed at you until a man sidles up next to you, flashing a smile at Callie. He looks like he belongs in a yacht club, curls styled and sculpted neatly around his face down to where the collar of his blue blazer begins. Some of the buttons on his striped shirt are undone, and your eyes, much to your chagrin, linger at the slice of tanned chest peeking through the fabric.

He looks you up and down, unabashedly licking his lips when he sees the crease of your thighs. “Sweetheart, you’re much too pretty to be entertainin’ the ragtag kinda men around here.”

It’s not the first time you’ve been hit on by the yachters at this particular club, but it is the first time one of them has caught your eye. “I’m not–” you start before you hear the telltale sign of your dad’s laughter coming from close by. You turn around, drink in hand as he rounds the corner, sunglasses on and a towel around the back of his neck. 

Your dad’s expression immediately sours with a speed you’ve never seen in him before. His lips draw tight at the sight of you – or maybe the sight of the man next to you.

“Joel,” your dad says, separating from his entourage. He wraps a protective arm around your shoulder and pulls you into his chest. “I see you’ve met my daughter.”

“Seems it,” the man, presumably Joel, nods, flagging down Callie for an old fashioned. The glass sweats condensation along his sturdy hand. He holds eye contact with you while he sips, only looking away when he runs his tongue along the rim of the glass. “Oughta let me take ‘er for a ride one day. Bet she’d appreciate the fine machinery of a real boat.”

You don’t miss the innuendo to his words even if your dad doesn’t. You scrub your hands along your sides, your sunscreen-sticky skin dewy beneath your palms. You shush the part of yourself that bets you’d appreciate it, too.

“Your boat is maybe good for getting to the retirement home across the lake,” your dad snaps, squeezing your shoulder. He pushes his sunglasses up his nose. “C’mon, kiddo, let’s head home.”

You find your flip flops at the bottom of your beach bag, barely having the time to kick them on before your dad is practically pulling you out of the yacht club. He gives half-hearted waves to his usual boating buddies until you’re in the parking lot, surrounded by heat shimmering over the blacktop. The scalding hot leather seats burn the backs of your thighs and the small of your back as you settle in. With a purr, the air conditioner blows a fresh burst of wind in your face.

“What was that all about?” you ask when he starts the engine.

Your dad clips his sunglasses on his polo shirt, gripping the steering wheel ten and two with a winded sigh through his nose. “Fuckin’... rookie with his triple-decker Ferretti.”

Joel looked rich. But not Ferretti rich. “Who the hell in Austin owns a Ferretti?”

“That son of a bitch, that’s who. I don’t want you runnin’ amok on Joel’s boat, you hear me?”

“Ain’t planning on it,” you respond as if you don’t already know what’ll happen if Joel propositions you again.

You see Joel again soon, but only in passing. A wink behind your father’s back, a drink from the gentleman across the bar that was only coincidentally Joel. The locations of these run-ins are always different. Sometimes you walked by each other on the dock. Sometimes he’d give you both a quick wave from across the water before he sped off, leaving the boat rocking on the stirred up tide and your dad cussing up a storm.

Today’s almost-tryst happens on the dock. You’re walking past Joel’s designated dock in a bikini that you’d nearly thrown out because of its snug fit. You have to smother your disappointment when you don’t see him on the top deck sipping a beer. You know better than to be disappointed over the man who your dad has not only claimed as a mortal enemy, but also claimed as the antichrist. With the thoughts Joel gives you when your hand is between your thighs, it might not be too far from the truth.

You think you have most of it figured out – he’s rough, he has to be. With how relentless as he is on the waters, it makes no sense for him to be anything else. His fancy, custom belt buckles snicking as it comes undone so he can yank his jeans down and get inside of you. Those chains he always wears would hang in your face, swaying with every roll of his hips into yours as he chases his pleasure deep inside of your–

“Woah there, darlin’,” a honeyed voice coaxes you, a muscled arm darting out to stop you in your path. “Almost walked right into the lake.” Your head snaps up to look at Joel, the very inconvenient object of your fantasies. You swallow the quickly-forming lump in the back of your throat. “You sure you ain’t had too many?”

“Positive,” you say. You haven’t even done a shot s0 far today.

“Mmm, alright.” The playful glint in his eyes doesn’t seem too convinced. It makes your heart stutter before you remind it to keep beating. “Tell ya what, you’re welcome to ‘sober up’ on my boat.”

You look between where your dad’s dock sits empty. He’s out with his co-workers today, shooting the shit too much for their own good. Then you look between Joel and his boat, the beauty of a Ferretti that’s just two steps away.

Mouth already watering at the possibilities, you say, “I do remember you promising me a ride, old man.”

Joel’s lips curl into a knowing smirk, and he makes the long step from the dock to the boat, hand held out for you. You don’t hesitate to let him help you aboard. 

You’re on your knees in front of the captain’s chair before he gets to the middle of Lake Travis. “Old man,” he mocks above you with his legs spread as far as they can go. You kitten-lick his hardened cock, making sure to lap up the obscene amount of his precum. There’s certainly one part of Joel that doesn’t need to go to a retirement home, and it’s in your mouth. You suckle at the leaking head of his cock while his strokes your cheek, only pulling away to spoon a drop of his precum from your lip onto your tongue. “You like suckin’ an older man’s cock, pretty girl?”

You nod eagerly, taking him deeper so you can tongue the vein along the underside of his cock. From that, he groans, head slumping on the headrest so he can gather himself. You spit a generous amount into your hand, wrapping around the base to properly suck him.

“Bet there’s a whole ‘nother lake in that skimpy lil’ bikini of yours, ain’t that right?” You nod around his length and go a little deeper. He’s heavy on your tongue, long and girthy all at once. He presses lightly against the back of your throat, prompting you to gag around him, but you wouldn’t pull away from him even if the yacht itself set on fire. He moans as you start to bob your head up and down. You rub your thighs together just thinking about what his cock could be capable of between your legs. “Mhm, I know, baby. You wanna push that outta the way and give it a rub for me? A rub for your real daddy?”

A choked whimper punches its way out of you. His hips jerk from the vibrations, unintentionally pushing himself further down your throat. You expect it to be too much, but it isn’t. You pull away from him, taking a quick breath as you wrap your hand around the wide palm seated on his thigh and raise it to the back of your head. “Please fuck my throat, daddy,” you pout up at him, a mixture of your spit and his precum dripping down your chin and into your cleavage.

Another groan tugs its way out of him when he looks down at you. He cups the back of your head and brings his cock back to your mouth. “Can’t say no to such a gorgeous fuckin’ face. Gonna look so damn good covered in my cum.” You keep licking his tip, not wanting to miss a single drop of him. “Go ‘head and put a hand on your pussy, baby. Rub that clit that daddy’s got all throbbin’.”

And how could you ever say no to him? Your hand is down your bikini within seconds, peeling your tacky panties away from your cunt so your fingertips can rub circles along your clit. A circle against your swollen core pulls a moan from you right as he thrusts into your throat. He starts out slow, tentative as he pushes all the way into your throat and then pulls all the way out. His second thrust is much harder, stifling your breathing for a moment as a strangled noise of pleasure leave his parted lips.

He nudges you further down onto his cock, burying your nose into the triangle of skin exposed by his rumpled button-down. You force down the gag that builds in the back of your throat. Joel keeps your mouth speared on his cock with shallow rolls of his hips into the warm wetness of your mouth. You whine, prompting a hearty chuckle from him. “Good girl, daddy’s good little girl. Keep playin’ with yourself for me.” He smirks down at you. “Ain’t much different than what you do in your own bed, huh? Pussy just cryin’ for some cock, I bet.”

You moan in agreement as your eyes flutter shut when you rub your clit harder, harder, harder until arousal is smeared all over your knuckles and across your mound. “Nuh-uh,” he says with a punctuating adjustment of his hips. You gag, spit webbing through Joel’s happy trail. “Eyes on me.”

You’re satisfied to find him just as debauched as you feel. Strands of his usually put-together hair are out of place along his forehead, and his golden chain glistens with sweat. His hands grip the arms of the captain’s chair, spread on the tanned leather and exerting dominance over your kneeling silhouette. But you aren’t fooled. There’s a certain rosiness to his cheeks, a flare to his nose, that lets you in on the secret: he’s just as wrecked, just as in deep as you are.

You pull up and immediately sink down on his cock again, pleading eyes looking up at him, asking him. I want it daddy. I want you. And then he’s fucking your throat in earnest. His hips buck up to meet the back of your throat. You struggle to keep up with his size, his pace, but you suck his cock even with the knowledge that you won’t know how to explain your sore throat or raspy voice to your dad.

Joel squints down at you, absorbing the seeping spit from the corners of your raw lips, your droopy, ecstasy-laden eyes. He sighs, sinking down into the chair as he grinds his cock into your mouth and moves your head up and down his length. You take the hand that isn’t playing with your clit and reach to grab at his balls, kneading them. A narrow breath trips out of his lips. “Nasty bitch. Fuck, baby. Daddy’s close. Keep – keep doin’ that.” You drag your tongue along that bottom vein again, kneading one of his balls and making sure that when he pulls you off of his cock, you treat the head to one final taste. 

“Open up, slut,” he coaxes. His cock twitches. He jerks himself once, twice, and then cums, rope after rope hitting your damp skin. His cum is hot, sticky, and you’re too preoccupied with trying to catch some of his release that your hand stalls over your cunt. You whimper when his cum lands on your tongue and follow it up by swallowing. Joel’s breath is unsteady as he looks down at you, cock softening in his lap. “Good girl,” he praises, reaching out to run his thumb along your stained skin. Drop by drop, he feeds you his cum, and you lap it up just as eagerly as you’d lapped him up. 

You pull your hand out of your bikini when he’s done, tacky arousal stretching between your fingers. Going back on your haunches, you suck in a deep breath through your abused throat. 

Joel pats his wide, thick thighs above you, the same ones you’ve been fantasizing about since that first day in the bar. “I promised you a ride, didn’t I?” A familiar, hooked smirk pulls at his mouth. Your face lights up in recognition and you practically scamper onto his thigh, stumbling as you tug your bikini out of the way to settle yourself on the linen coral shorts he has on. Joel laughs, a noise that has your cunt leaking onto the fabric, clit fluttering from the friction. Heat pulls tight in your stomach.

His hands land on your hips, guiding you back and forth when you hesitate at first. “Grind on daddy’s thigh, baby. Wanna see you cum on me.” Your head tips forward, forehead slotting against his shoulder when you start to push your hips into his. Need springs awake in your stomach when he drags you forward. A frayed moan tumbles out of you from his near-manhandling. You rut into Joel, bouncing, grinding yourself on him in the same way that you’d imagined yourself doing at least a dozen times before this.

“Daddy,” you whimper when the muscle goes taut underneath you, plucking something in your cunt. At the same time, a speedboat passes Joel’s yacht outside, leaving the ship rocking on the water in time with your movements as you ride his thigh. You yelp, a strained noise as the pressure intensifies on your clit. “Close!”

He grips your hips even tighter, bounces his thigh up against you. “That’s it, that’s it. Let it happen baby, give it to daddy.”

You come undone with the taste of his cum still rich on your tongue and his words ringing in your buzzing ears. Your orgasm whips through your body and leaves you shuddering against his center, halfheartedly continuing to roll your hips up against him. His thumbs rub circles into your skin while you come down. You suck in a shaky breath, Joel’s palm stroking the small of your back. “Did good for me, baby. Look real pretty when you come. Real pretty.”

You give him a shy smile, and he leans forward to kiss you, a brief moment of gentleness amidst his usually ubiquitous harshness. He pulls away with a tiny pat to your ass. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You stumble off of him on shaky legs, leaning against the captain’s console. Joel pulls his shorts down his thighs and tucks his cock away, the wet spot your cunt had made on him beyond visible as he stretches himself out. He fishes around in a drawer in the galley for his baby wipes and joins you back at the console. He takes them to your face, wiping down where his cum had hit your skin. He even dabs gently at your thighs. Orgasm bliss clings to the edges of your vision still, and you can’t help but lean into him as he takes care of you.

“Could take you for a real ride, now,” Joel says with a moderate shrug. “Nice cove on the west side of the lake, good for a quick swim. I’m sure your dad would throw a fit if he knew, but I’m sure you’re good at keepin’ secrets, too. Got a real good mouth on ya.”

You playfully punch his shoulder with a roll of your eyes, and in that moment, it feels like you’ve known Joel much longer than you have at all. Like this isn’t your first time on his boat, and this wasn’t his first time being in your mouth. “Alright,” you begrudgingly smile at him. “Whatever you say, old man.”

It’s his turn to roll his eyes as he starts the engine.

[eli0004]

Thinking about University AU with Eren x his friend’s hot older sister.

⚠️ nsfw warning ⚠️

Implied age gap, but Eren is 21 and reader is only older by 2-3 years.

You two meet when he’s on spring break. You and a couple of your friends are doing a bonfire on the beach. It’s supposed to be a small thing, to hang out and smoke and have some drinks, listen to music to kick off the start of warmer weather.

Your younger brother Jean asks if he could come and bring a couple of his buddies. You say yes, assuming it will actually only be a few.

It was more than a few. Actually “a few” would be the biggest understatement of the year. Needless to say, you were pissed.

It turns out, Jean intended for in to be just him and 5 of his friends. One of those friends, none other than Eren Jeager, happened to text some of his friends, who texted their friends, and so on.

You’re standing by the fire, yelling at Jean for fucking up your function, while he’s trying to explain what happened, but you’re not having it.

Jean stomps off to go find Eren, and tells him he needs to come apologize to his sister because she’s pissed and now he won’t be able to smoke anymore since she supplies him. His broke ass can’t afford the good weed she’s got.

Eren’s like “woah man…don’t worry, I’ve got this.”

But when he walks over and sees you standing there, he loses his footing in the sand and trips over his flip flop, stumbling to the side like an idiot, and he realizes he absolutely does not got this.

How has he never noticed what a great body you have? Was your hair always this perfect? Why are you so hot when you’re angry?

When he approaches you, you raise an eyebrow at him, and he scratches the back of his neck.

“Hey, you’re Jean’s sister, right?” He glances to the side, scanning for him. You nod.

“Yeah, and what about it?” You ask, rolling your eyes at the question. You’re used to your little brother’s dumb friends trying to hit on you by now.

“Erm…I just wanna apologize for inviting so many people. I didn’t think they would all show up…and uh- please don’t take weed privileges away from Jean.”

You can’t help but laugh at that last part, finding it endearing that he was stumbling through an apology to save his friends ass, when you didn’t even expect to even get a “sorry”.

“Whatever man” you shrug, slowly turning away with a smile and waving him off. “I’m gonna go get a White Claw”

Since then, Eren couldn’t get you off his mind. He knew it was stupid, it’s not like you two had a moment or something back there, but it was just something about the way you looked at him after he apologized.

The next time you see each other is on Jeans birthday. Your parents are hosting a dinner party for him, family and a few of his friends.

Eren happens to be there, and they’re all downstairs in the basement playing pool.

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t thought Eren was cute. The whole night you’d been smiling and throwing looks at him.

Then, you happen to be walking to your bedroom as Eren is exiting the bathroom, bumping into each other. He stumbles back in the dark hallway.

“Shit, sorry” he reaches out to steady you. “Are you ok?”

“Better than i was a second a go” you grin, eyes twinkling. Eren’s brain just kinda…goes blank.

…

About 20 minutes goes by and you’re sucking him off against the door of the bathroom you two are locked in. One of his hands is tangled in your hair, the other is gripping the granite countertop like his life depends on it.

He doesn’t dare look down or he knows he’ll cum too quick. You’re older, more experienced, and it’s obvious you know what you’re doing. He’s never had a blow job like this in his life.

He feels like his soul is leaving his body, head thrown back against the door as he lets out soft whimpers between heavy pants. He knows he can’t be loud, but you coerce the sounds out of him with every slurp around his cock.

The fact that he’s getting blown off on his best friends birthday by his big sister is something he doesn’t know whether to be turned on by or ashamed of himself, but he’s filthy and he doesn’t care.

His abs tense and his hips buck slightly as he feels himself getting dangerously close.

“Fuck, fuck i’m close..I’m gonna cum.” He hisses, trying to pull back on your hair so you don’t have to swallow.

But you push his hips back against the door and move your head faster, hollowing your cheeks. His legs nearly give out underneath him as he cums hard, spilling into your mouth.

When you stand up, look him in the eyes and swallow, wipe your mouth with your sleeve and push him aside, leaving him there with his dick out and soft, he knows he’s in love. Perhaps obsessed is a better word, but Eren is a hopeless romantic. He’d rather call it love, if love feels as invigorating as your mouth all over him.

[coldfanbou]

Contract: Search

Time for the second part. Some rough sex for Sana as she tries to be with you more.

Length 1.9K

Sana x Mreader

Previous Part

You get out of bed slowly and walk around your former home. Seeing if anything changed in the time you were gone. You don’t notice much of anything and head toward the kitchen to make yourself something to eat. While you look through the refrigerator, you think about how your father could have married Sana. It didn’t make sense to you that he would remarry. Then there was the contract that was signed. You were going to have to look through his office again; surely, there would be something there that would give you more information. 

You feel Sana press her body against your back, “Honey, you left me all alone in our bed.” She cutely whines. She immediately changes her attitude and runs her hands across your body. “I wanted to get a special drink out of you. I guess I’ll have to get it from you now.” You feel Sana’s smooth hand run down your stomach until it reaches your crotch. She pulls down the waistband enough to free your manhood before taking hold of it. In her hands, you feel powerless and can’t resist her. You moan softly as she strokes your shaft. “I’m getting really hungry, Honey. Can I have my drink now?” Sana’s hands leave your shaft as she gets on her knees. You turn around to see the beautiful woman hanging her mouth open, waiting patiently for you. You push your cock into Sana’s mouth, her lips wrapping around it as her tongue begins licking your head. Her tongue quickly drags along the length of your head as if she was licking a popsicle. You groan loudly and feel your legs grow weak. Holding yourself up with the refrigerator door, you enjoy the feeling of Sana’s warm tongue toying with you. You stare down at her only to see her staring back. Her bright eyes stay on you as she bobs her head taking your shaft inside. You hit the back of her throat as she presses her face to your pelvis. Your hand rushes to the back of her head and holds Sana there. You feel her tongue sneak past her lips and lap at your balls. You’re getting closer to your climax, thinking about how Sana’s body seems to be made for sex. The slightest touch from her turns you on, and she knows how to use her body well. Sana slips her tongue back inside her mouth and uses it to swirl around the shaft while her hand cradles your balls.

“I’m cumming, Sana,” you moan as you push your pelvis forward. While you’re cumming down her throat, you see Sana’s eyes roll into the back of her head. You hear her muffled moans. Sana looks like she’s living in absolute bliss as she gets the drink she’s been after. Sana pulls away from your body before she completely leaves your cock. She plants a kiss on the tip. She stares at you again, wiping away the saliva running down her chin. 

“Thank you for the meal, Honey. It was so tasty.” She rises to her feet and kisses you on the cheek. “I think my other mouth could use some, too,” She says, moving her panties to the side with one hand while the other spreads her lips. “You don’t mind, do you?” You push Sana back onto the granite countertop behind her at the invitation. You’re raising her right leg while pressing your lips against hers. You ram your cock inside Sana, feeling her warm walls welcome you back as you push deep inside her. Sana’s loud moans fill the kitchen as you break the kiss and leave hickeys along her neck. “Ah, fuck me, baby. Harder.”  Thrusting with all your strength, you push deep into Sana, watching her breasts bounce with every movement. You lean down, taking one in and biting down gently. Sana throws her head back from the pleasure. You lift Sana’s other leg forcing her to hold onto the countertop while thrusting. The pitch of Sana’s cries of pleasure grows higher and louder as she nears her orgasm. Pounding  Sana’s small body, you enjoy the feeling of her walls clamping down on your cock as she approaches her orgasm. 

“Are you going to cum?” You whisper into her ear before going back to kissing her neck. 

“Yes! I’m so close!” Sana cries out. You push her body onto the countertop, and she wraps her now-free arms around you. She rushes in for a kiss, harshly pressing her lips against yours. You feel her nails dig into your shoulders as Sana begins her orgasms. She cries out in pleasure, and her walls squeeze your cock. 

“Fuck, you’re getting so tight.” You moan through gritted teeth as you try to hold on a little longer. Your thrusts grow wild as you slam your body into Sana’s. Coming up on your climax Sana yells at you to cum in her. You follow her orders, impaling her womb and flooding her cunt with cum. Sana lets you go and lets herself fall back onto the cool countertop, her sweaty chest heaving. You pull out slowly, reveling in the small bits of pleasure you get from Sana’s cunt refusing to let you go. 

Cum trickles out of Sana, but before it can hit the floor, she collects it, drinking it and moaning. “It tastes so good.” Sana’s face becomes covered in the sticky liquid as her cum-covered hands rub against her face. You leave Sana there and head to the shower, forgetting you were going to make breakfast. 

After you’ve cleaned yourself off, you head to your father’s office, locking the door behind you as you recheck the area. You start at his bookshelf; you would recheck the records book he kept there. Flipping through the pages, you can find nothing out of the ordinary. With a sigh, you returned the books to their shelf before going to his desk. You take a seat in the chair, hanging your head in frustration. You see a picture of him with your mother on the desk. It irks you that he would have that there even after he remarried. After a second thought, you consider that fact. He still had the picture on his desk, and everyone at the funeral seemed shocked that he remarried. You lean forward, thinking that it must have been fairly recently that it must have happened. Going through his desk once more, you get on your knees for the lower drawers when you spot a button on the bottom of his desk. Smiling to yourself, you can’t help but chuckle at the ridiculousness. 

“He was always one for stupid things.” You think to yourself before pressing the button. You hear the dull sounds of some mechanisms moving before a single book shoots out of the bottom of the bookshelf and lands flatly on the floor. You grab it; it’s a novel you haven’t seen before; that being said, you weren’t much of a reader. You open it to find the book's pages cut to make a storage space. A shining silver key is in the middle. “Alright, Dad, now you’re just being a prick.” You think to yourself, not knowing where the key would lead to. You press your hand against your temples. “Calm down; he’s always been like this.” You take a deep breath and put the book back in place, keeping the key for yourself. As it’s back in place, you hear a click. You look around and see the button returned to its original position. You clean the room up before stepping back outside. 

“Honey! Where did you go?” Sana calls out from the far side of the house. You head in the opposite direction as her voice, knowing you’ll end up in her trap again. You head to your old bedroom, hiding the key between the mattress and the frame. “Honey?” You hear being called again. You step outside the room and find somewhere else to appear from when you hear Sana call for you a third time. “Oh, there you are. I was looking all over for you.” She says, a little irritated. You take a look at Sana; she’s still naked. You start to note her curves and get hard when you see how wet she is. She takes a step toward you, “Can’t get enough of my body, can you?” Sana presses her hand against your crotch. “Well, don’t worry. I’m more than ready for you.” 

“Not now, Sana.” You say, trying to resist her. Sana does a spin and presses her body against yours, her ass rubbing your cock through your shorts.

“Really? What if I gave you a part of me no one’s gotten to use before?” Sana’s words draw you in. She tilts her head back to look at you. “You can use me whenever you want.” Something about her enchants you, and your hands move on their own. One hand moves to her cunt while the other moves up to her breast. Squeezing her soft breast, Sana moans and turns her head. You kiss her as you push your fingers past her folds and inside. Sana tugs at your shorts, eventually getting them down. You pull her into the room you were hiding in before and press her against the bed. Spreading Sana’s cheeks, you see your prize, her puckered asshole just waiting for you. With your cock in hand, you ram yourself into her cunt first, coating it in her nectar. At the same time, you push your fingers inside her ass, feeling her walls squeeze down on them as you push further. 

Once you’re ready, you pull yourself out of her and align your cock with her ass. “Do it fuck- Fuck!” Sana yells as you drive the length of your cock inside her ass. She buries her head in the bedding as you start thrusting immediately. You’re drunk on Sana right now. Your body feels hot when you get closer to her. Sana’s pained groans soon change as the pleasure overwhelms her body too. You feel the tightness of her ass around your cock; her stretched asshole is tightly wrapped around your shaft as you thrust inside. It’s almost painful how tight she is, but you want more. You lift Sana, holding her thighs. Gravity pulls Sana down on your cock, forcing you in deeper. You revel in the feeling of Sana’s ass swallowing your cock. She feels much the same way as an orgasmic smile can be seen. Sana can only laugh as she used like a fucktoy. You know you won’t be able to last much longer; Sana’s body is bringing you to your climax. You slam yourself inside Sana with every thrust feeling her get tighter and tighter with everyone. Sana hadn’t been treated this roughly before, but she loved the feeling. “I’m cumming!” She screams as she throws her head back.

It smacks against your chest, and you feel her ass clenched around your cock. Sana’s toes curl as she goes through her orgasm. Her sweet nectar squirts out of her onto the bed before her. Sana’s body twitches against yours; you give her a few more thrusts before burying your cock inside her and filling her ass. You fall forward onto the bed, tired like never before. Sana’s breathing slows down as she rests with you still inside her. You end up falling asleep like that.

[melodygatesauthor]

Over the Counter

Dad's Best Friend Steven Grant X f!Reader

Blurb 4 for Melody's 2023 Ficversary Celebration

NSFW below the cut

You gasped, feeling the wide stretch of your dad’s best friend’s cock splitting you open over the island counter. Steven’s hips stuttered forward as he slammed into you again, his large hand wrapping around your mouth.

“Shh, love, daddy’s right upstairs sleepin’ yeah? Can’t have him hearin’ us. You know he wouldn’t like it.”

You mumbled under his palm before he hooked two fingers into your cheek, moving even faster behind you. His other hand was busy, digits digging into your hip so hard it hurt, but you didn’t care.

“This pretty little girl was hungry, hm?” Steven asked, taking his fingers from your mouth and holding his hand under your chin. “Spit f’me darling, please.”

You dropped a glob of spit in Steven’s palm, feeling him fucking you harder and faster. His breathing grew ragged and more wrecked with every pass. For someone so concerned with the noises you were making, he was loud, moaning in the kitchen as if your father wasn’t sleeping in the room right above you.

“Steven, p-please, my dad…o-oh!”

You whispered as best as you could until you felt the arousal building inside your core until it exploded, forcing your body to go limp on the granite countertop. Steven was muttering the nastiest things behind you, about what a naughty little girl you were, and how you deserved this for teasing him so badly all day at the barbecue.

All at once you were empty, Steven having pulled out of you, jerking his cock with his spit coated palm, voice raspy and whiny with every moan. You felt the hot ropes of cum splatter on your ass and back. Steven pressed his fat tip against a large glob of spend on your rear, sliding it around while his breathing went back to normal.

Melody's 2023 Ficversary Masterlist

[daydream-cement]

i just need lots of miranda smut

Breakfast (NSFW)

Miranda Hilmarson x Reader

Some good old cunnilingus from sweet Miranda <3

Author’s Note: Short little fic but I needed Mir giving god-like head :)

“What do you think you’re doing?” You smirked, gazing down at the determined blonde. You knew damn well what Miranda was up to, but you liked to tease anyway. 

Miranda has been feeling pent up all morning. Waking up with your body pressed up against hers was enough to drive a woman to madness, but watching you make breakfast in a tiny, sheer nightgown had her losing her mind. It started with kisses over your shoulders and hands pushing up the nightgown to touch the skin under your navel. Now she pulled you away from her breakfast and pushed you up on the countertop, choosing her own desires over your hunger, “I’m having breakfast.” 

“If you must…” You were happy to indulge Miranda’s urges, laying back on the counter to show you were ready to receive the many orgasms Miranda was destined to give you. 

It started slow. She bit, licked, and sucked her way across your inner thighs. The constable needed her mouth on your skin like she needed the air she breathed. You tried maintaining level breathing, but Miranda knew just where you liked every little touch. Your back rose up off the countertop, your shoulders painfully pressed to the granite countertop. You just needed Miranda to touch you.

“Stop the teasing,” You hissed.

Miranda did as she was told, never one to disobey her love. Her tongue pressed against the fabric of your panties, dragging up the length of your aching sex before finally pulling your panties to the side. 

The manner in which Miranda feverishly ate you shocked you each time. Her tongue lapped through your folds, not quite stimulating your clit yet. That you would have to wait for. Miranda needed to savor the way you tasted, much like it was her last meal on earth. The constable’s mind tended to go blank in these moments, only spurred on by your moaning and writhing. 

Your eyelids began to flutter when your first orgasm washed over you, but Miranda’s pacing wasn’t any slower. The blonde’s jaw ached but her pain was secondary to the task at hand. Miranda needed you to feel her love and passion. She needed you to keep cumming until you were begging for Miranda to stop.

Miranda’s hands rested on your abdomen, keeping your hips from bucking too wildly. Your moans grew louder and louder, Miranda was entranced by your voice as always. She picked up the pace of her tongue swirling around your clit causing your chest to convulse from another orgasm crashing down upon you.

Miranda wasn’t about to stop there. No. Not when your cum hit her tongue. That was the reward she was looking for. How better than to thank you for the treat than with more orgasms?

——-

You were sweating. This was more of a workout than you bargained for. Four orgasms. Was it four? You had lost count. You could feel every cell of her body buzzing and needed a break. 

Miranda was unrelenting. Her jaw was on fire, but she was mindlessly fingering you, her tongue lapping up anything you had to offer. Every few seconds she would expertly swipe her tongue over your clit, sending a jolt through your body. Your breath shuddered with each gasp and your cunt flexed at the overstimulating sensations. 

You attempted to roll your hips away first, but Miranda’s grasp on you was ironclad. Next, you pushed a hand into the blonde’s hair, attempting to push her away once more, but Miranda took that as an indication to move her lips back to your clit. When Miranda began sucking at your clit, that's when your eyes began to water from the overstimulation. You pinched the back of Miranda’s hand, writhed your hips and groaned, “Please…. Enough, baby…”

Miranda pulled away wide eyed, finally drawn from her trance. You were trying to steady your breath, but the over abundance of pleasure made coming down a challenge. The blonde apologetically kissed the backs of your hands followed by kisses to your navel and thighs. Her words were quiet and sincere, “I’m sorry… Did I hurt you?”

“On the contrary… I just… need a moment… You did very good… Too good… I… Jesus… Where did you… learn that?”

“You… and I think about doing that do you during most of my free time..” Miranda admitted softly, gently rubbing her hands up and down your thighs, ready to be there for you when you wanted to move off the kitchen counter. 

——

The rest of the morning you were singing Miranda’s praises. Not just for the sex but for Miranda being Miranda. You knew the blonde melted at each praise and compliment, so the only true way to pay her back for such a delightful morning was to play into her praise kink. 

You laid together lazily on the couch, ignoring the tv in exchange for each other’s company. A blush never left Miranda’s face as you showered her with quiet ‘I love you’s’ and sweet terms of endearment. Each one causing the blush to deepen and spread to the constable’s ears.

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[lowkeychenle]

모래성 [LMH] (2) (M)

Description: You and Mark have had a friends with benefits relationship for almost a year now. He's in love with you, addicted to you, but you don't feel the same. You're his poison.

Genre: Smut/hints of angst at the end if you squint

Content Warnings: Explicit unprotected sex (Don't Do This LOL), rough Mark, hand necklaces (don't come for me), some angsty angst because I'm a sad bitch, oh also fem receiving oral and other fun, cool stuff

Word Count: 2,307

Pairing: Mark Lee x Reader

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

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Mark left you on Monday, and now it’s Friday. You didn’t expect to feel his loss like this—as if he truly is a fundamental part of your life. He’s done with you, and it’s something you’ll have to learn to live with.

In reality, you’re not entirely sure what brought all of this on. Or what made that switch in him flip. Although it doesn’t matter anymore, not when he hasn’t even reached out in the slightest. You see him active on socials, talking to Jaemin or Haechan, but he doesn’t mention you or even talk to you.

You briefly contemplate asking one of the boys, but if he’s done with you, you refuse to look like the desperate one. You just wish you knew what the hell was going on. Every time your phone goes off, you rush to grab it, hoping, praying it might be him.

Four days is a hell of a long time for him to go no contact. Mark isn’t usually a casual hook-up guy either, so getting random texts from him throughout the day wasn’t weird. For some reason, your heart sinks every time you realize it’s not him.

You’re in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, sitting on your couch and watching your favorite TV show, when you get a phone call. Seeing his name on your screen has so many emotions racing through you—excitement, anger, confusion. You want to talk to him about anything he wants, but you also feel as if you deserve an explanation for his outburst.

“Hello,” you answer, shifting to cradle your knees to your chest.

“Can I come over?”

Wow, straight to the point. You scoff. “You’re kidding, right?”

“No.” He shuffles around with something in the background. “I’m so hard right now, and no matter what I fucking do I can’t get off. I’m convinced I’ll never cum again unless it’s inside you.”

You want to be mad at him. Truly. He hurt your feelings Monday night, but that doesn’t change the way the deep tenor of his voice travels from the phone and into your skin. It sends shivers down your spine and wetness to your core, forcing you to clench your thighs together.

“You can be mad at me all you want, but I know you. You’re already wet for me and I’ve barely said anything. I bet if I touched you, you’d be soaked.”

“Mark—”

“For the love of God, can I come over or not?”

Your brain says no. It screams at you, in fact, but nothing can overpower the ache for him between your legs. Your body is conditioned to spending almost every night with Mark. At least five nights a week. You didn’t necessarily have sex every time, but Mark has always been insatiable. It was often enough.

“If you’re not here in five minutes, I’m going to bed.”

“Oh, thank fuck,” he groans. “I’m outside, babe. I’ll be up in a sec. Unlock the door.”

He hangs up, leaving you barely any time to regret your decision before you open it for him. Once he appears down the hall, you walk back into your apartment. You run your fingers through your hair, anxiously awaiting his approach.

You’re in your kitchen by the time you see him. While you aren’t expecting to be happy about his presence, you certainly aren’t expecting the pang of sadness that floods your chest. You avoid his gaze, even looking at him entirely.

Soon enough, the small of your back is pressed into the granite countertop, his body slotted between your legs as if he belongs there. His hand trails up your arm, the tender, gentle touch leaving goosebumps in their wake. The tip of his finger finds your chin, tilting your head up.

His eyes are dark, a beautiful mahogany you find yourself lost in more often than you care to admit. Mussed hair is parted down the middle.

“Look at you.” Mark clicks his tongue. “You’ll never get enough of me, will you?”

“You’re the one who called.” You raise your eyebrows at him.

He recognizes that move. A taunt. A request, even.

“I missed you, baby,” he whispers. “I tried so hard to stay away from you.”

His close proximity to you has you refraining from rolling your hips into his. Both of you are so conditioned to each other, movements are mostly habit now.

“Did you miss me?” He leans closer, fresh mint laced in his breath. “You can’t even stand still, I know you want me.” He presses his clothed hardness against you, smirking when you dig your nails into his forearm.

“I let you in, didn’t I?” You let out a shaky breath, hoping he’ll do something soon.

His fingers lace through your hair, gripping the back of your head and yanking it back. You yelp, mentally cursing how it turns into a sigh the moment his lips graze your neck. His teeth nip at your skin.

“Your pulse is racing,” he mumbles, moving up to your earlobe and taking it gently into his mouth.

“Mark.” You reach down and palm him through his sweats. “Get a fucking move on.”

“Where to?” He thrusts into your hand slowly. “Whatever you want.”

Without another word, you pull your shirt over your head. He watches you hungrily, wetting his lips before they part slightly. Following suit, he throws his on the other side of the room, giving you the second he knows you need to admire his body. After, he slides his fingers into the band of your shorts and tugs downward, taking your panties with them.

He grips your hips, hoisting you up on the counter before practically falling to his knees. Looking up at you, he places his hands on your inner thighs, spreading them apart to make room for him.

“Look at you,” he coos. “I was right. Fucking soaked.”

You open your mouth to scold him for taking so damn long, but that’s exactly when his tongue flicks your clit. A moan slips out instead, which has Mark growling against you.

He finds your slit instead, obscene slurping sounds following as you squirm under his ministrations. God, he’s acting like you’re the first meal he’s had in weeks. You grip his hair, tugging gently. He whines into your core. Your stomach flutters and a knot tightens in your stomach as his nose nudges your sensitive bud while his tongue fucks you.

“Close,” you warn him.

He doesn’t stop. He takes your clit into his mouth and pushes two fingers inside you. If you weren’t so caught up in him, you would’ve been embarrassed by the scream leaving your lips. You try to close your legs, but he spreads them further, into an almost uncomfortable position.

He chuckles against you as you fall apart, body spasming as your orgasm floods through you like a tidal wave. You ride his face through it, chest heaving as you hold onto the countertop for dear life.

When he stands, his lips glisten against the dim lighting of your kitchen. You stare at him, breathless, craving to feel him inside you. Leaning forward, you tug at the waistband of his sweats. He kisses you roughly, helping you push them down to the floor. You taste yourself on his tongue as it dances with yours, but it does little to deter you.

“Tell me you need it,” he hisses, guiding your hand to his cock and helping you jerk him off.

“I need it, Mark.” Your voice shakes with need and you scoot closer to the edge of the counter.

As soon as you feel his tip against your entrance, he wastes no time sliding in. You stretch to accommodate him, the feeling making your eyes roll into the back of your head. Needing more, you roll your hips to take him. He slides his hands beneath your ass, squeezing it as he bottoms out.

“Could fuck you all night,” he groans, biting down on your shoulder to keep himself quiet.

When he starts thrusting, it feels like euphoria. His skin slaps harshly against yours, both of your grunts and pleasured sounds mingling together, all of it’s enough to make you forget Monday night ever even happened.

You’re so lost in him, you almost don’t realize when he picks you up. He holds you to his chest and walks to your couch. He sits, leaning back against the cushion. With a swift movement, he unclasps your bra and dips down to take your nipple in his mouth. He’s seated deeper inside you like this. While his tongue flicks, you grind down.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“I want you to work for it,” he says, teeth grazing you. “Show me how much you want to cum.”

You lift yourself up, whimpering at the slick sound following. Gripping his shoulders, you set a steady pace for yourself, letting your head fall back as he squeezes your breasts.

“That’s it, baby,” he says through clenched teeth. “You take me so well.”

You call out his name. Gyrate your hips. He knows you need more, but he’s clearly enjoying himself too much.

“Mark, for fuck’s sake,” you whine.

“Tell me what you need,” Mark commands.

You settle on his lap, sticky wetness between both of you, and grab his hands. Keeping your eyes on him, you lead his right down between the two of you, pressing his thumb into your clit, and guide the left up to your throat. He wets his lips as he digs his fingers into the sides of your neck.

You start bouncing on him again, the lack of oxygen heightening your pleasure. He rubs you as you take him, and your legs start to shake the closer you get to the end.

“Fuck, cum for me.” His eyebrows furrow, jaw quivering as he admires you on top of him. “Cum on my cock.”

The bubble inside you threatens to burst, and all it takes is one more circle on your clit. You practically scream, moving wildly on top of him as you throw your head back in ecstasy. Mark’s eyes flutter shut, a loud moan escaping him as he tugs you down to cum deep inside of you.

You fall into his chest, both of you sweaty and sticking to each other. Gulping, you put your hand on his face, rubbing his cheek with your thumb. Neither of you says anything until your breathing calms.

“How the fuck do I live without you?” Mark asks, running his fingers through his hair. “Good fucking God.”

Your heart sinks. “What are you talking about?”

The look he gives you is everything you need to know. You curse under your breath, lifting yourself off of him and rushing over to the kitchen with shaky legs. Blinking back tears, you pull your clothes back on.

Mark follows you in, but you throw his shirt and sweats at him.

“Get the fuck out.”

“Wait a second.” He frowns, pulling his underwear and pants on. “I don’t even know why you’re upset—”

“You’re a fucking idiot.” You tug both hands through your hair and knock a cup off the counter into the sink. “Who do you think you are?”

“What are you even talking about?” Mark recoils, face scrunching in shock.

“You fuck me Monday night, then you say you’re done. Now you’re back here, only telling me this is still over after you fuck me. What the hell is your problem?” You feel like your body is on fire. Even after all this time and all you’ve been through, you want to hide yourself from him.

“You’re not good for me.” He shakes his head. “We’re not good for each other.”

“I think you’re missing the point.” You lean on the counter, immediately moving backward when you remember earlier. “I thought you’d at least have some respect for me, Mark. You’re not supposed to fuck girls before you leave them, you know? Kinda hits the self-esteem.”

“Why?”

“I’m not explaining to you why you should be a decent human being—”

“You know I dream about you?” He steps closer. “I go to sleep at night and all I fucking dream about is you. I’m not doing this to hurt you. I just can’t do it anymore.”

You gulp, trying to find something other than him to stare at. “Go, then.”

“Is that what you really want?” He tugs his shirt over his head. “If you want me to go, I will. But I’m not coming back this time.”

You let out a short laugh. “You need me. Whether or not you ever admit that is on you, but you’ll regret walking out on me a second time.”

He frowns, chewing on his bottom lip. “Sure.”

Without another spoken word, he turns away from you and heads toward your door. Thousands of thoughts are exchanged between the two of you. Your heart wants you to beg him to stay. You want to fall to your knees in front of him and make him stay, but you know better.

He touches the knob, glancing back at you once.

As the door closes behind him, your legs buckle. You hold yourself up with your grip on the counter, but eventually allow yourself to slide to the floor. Once the shock wears off, tears well in your eyes.

After a year, that’s all you’re worth to him? You’ve given yourself to him countless times, and even though you’d consider him a friend, the only thing he considers around you is his dick.

You promise yourself you’ll let him go. That you won’t chase him since he’s so complacent about you anyway.

And honestly, you last for a few days, but you’ll never have enough of him.

You call him before the fucking week is through.

[shadow4-1]

Silly Little Soap Headcanons (w/ A Few Wee Nasty Ones) SFW & NSFW

Soap is a funny, impulsive creature. I'm not surprised he has so many headcanons about him. Here are a few of the ones I've come up with (NSFW Under The Cut):

Soap doesn't mind being dirty (physically). Makes sense, being a soldier n' all, of course he's gotta be okay with getting covered in crud and war. But he just seems like the type of guy to walk around in dusty pants and stained up shirts on his days off. Probably works on motorcycles or cars n' has perpetually black fingernails because of it. He cleans up real nice but for the most part everyone is used to his somewhat greasy appearance.

His self-confidence is almost laughable. All of the 141 has caught Soap making poses in the mirror at himself. They've seen him slap his muscles, kiss his biceps, and show off his ass in the mirror (or any shiny surface, for that matter). He plays it as a joke, but they all know that Johnny is NOT joking about his appearance.

He has a tendency to sprawl out when he's comfy. If the crew is on base, better believe Soap is lazing over whatever surface he can find. Standing is stupid if you're not on a mission. He'll take whatever he can get. If it's a granite countertop, better believe he's on top of it, laying on his back with his feet off the edge. "S' good fer yer back, Lt. Trus' me on this."

Has a love-hate relationship with swivel chairs. There have been many times he's made an ass out of himself in briefings/meetings because the damned things move so easily. Let's ignore the fact that he will always take a running leap into a swivel chair regardless of the consequences.

Loves making sure his kegel muscles are strong so that his dick'll stick straight up. Makes himself twitch any chance he gets.

Horny horny horny. Sex is always swimming around somewhere in his mind. Sometimes, the wires cross, and his thoughts get a bit strange. "Is lickin' guns illegal?" "Wot th'fuck, Johnny."

Oral fixation. Always has something in his mouth. If you asked, he'd say his favorite thing to suck on is his lover's ass, but he'd be kind of lying. He actually sucks his thumb. He'd never admit to it of course, nor would he admit the Freudian correlation of that and his love of giving head.

Slobbery, drooling, sweating mess of a man. If he's not getting covered in bodily fluids during any kind of sex act, he'll happily walk away. He wants shit wet and sloppy and making all kinds of noise. He needs to be able to spit on something or be so into his lover that he's drooling everywhere. He wants to cum so hard, or get cummed on so hard, he can cry with no guilt. If his dick isn't sticky afterwards he's not satiated.

He fucks because he's a hedonistic bastard who's addicted to pressing the pleasure button in his brain. And if you bring him pleasure? Be prepared to have all of your buttons pressed simultaneously until you're a gushy mess. Soap does not discriminate. Pleasure is fucking pleasure.

[stargirlsmooch]

wish

frat boy!steve rogers x fem!reader

after one final night with steve, you're at your breaking point- done with being used. but steve isn't ready to let you go, he just wishes he could tell you. smut, angst + no happy ending! 18+ 2.1k words.

The party wasn’t supposed to end like this… again.

Whilst the music pumping through the house managed to cover up the harsh slaps of his hips against your ass, it did nothing to silence your loud moans as Steve drove in and out of you, your pelvis hitting the granite countertop with every thrust, bruising your skin.

“That’s it, baby. You gonna let everyone out there know how well you’re getting fucked, huh? Steve said, wrapping his hand tightly around your throat and squeezing as your eyes rolled back and you let out a particularly loud whine. 

Your hands were reaching behind you, grabbing his waist and trying to slow down his rhythm as he plunged into you, but it was no use. Once Steve had you, there was no stopping him- that had always been the case since the day you met him. 

The mirror in front of you was like a screen, playing back the glorious scene that was taking place in his bathroom. You watched the bruises rise up to the surface of your skin, and the sweat bead across his forehead as he worked his hardest to get himself (and you, of course) off. 

“Such a pretty girl. My pretty little whore, aren’t you?” His lips were so close to your ear, kissing the soft skin behind it as he watched the blush bloom on your cheeks in the mirror. Steve loved the way you obeyed him: saying yes to every command, accepting every compliment, and always letting him do whatever he wanted. You were perfect. 

His other hand moved up to your neck too, adding another realm of ruthlessness to his fucking- it made you feel so used. And you loved it.

“Yes, Steve. Make me cum.” You sobbed, trying so hard to take the violent thrusts that he was putting you through. Your juices dribbled down the insides of your thighs, soaking the cotton of your underwear that had been pushed to the side in Steve’s haste. 

The pleasure was too much for you to handle, as it always was, as Steve started sucking a hickey onto the skin of your shoulder and observing the blissed-out look on your face. By now, after the number of times he had had his way with you, he knew when you were getting close to your climax. With the shaking of your thighs and your sweet whimpers, he could tell it was coming any second. 

With a few final thrusts, your orgasm hit you, gushing out of you so fast you had to hold onto Steve for support as he emptied inside of you, “Oh my God.” 

You took a few seconds to catch your breath, your head down and your hands grasping the sink; when you looked back up you expected to see Steve still standing there, waiting for you so you could go back to the party together.

But instead, he gave you a hard slap on the ass, a slutty smirk and a “Thanks, princess” before opening the door and slamming it on his way out, leaving you stranded there with his cum still leaking out of you.

At some point, you thought this ritual would change, you wished that it could end differently. Maybe, just one time, Steve would clean you up himself and take you in his arms, not throw you to the side like you meant nothing to him but a quick lay.

But you knew you shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up, it always ends this way.

Steve took another shot, hoping it would drown out the throbbing pain in his chest as he watched you walk down the stairs to join your friends again. Your hair was slightly out of place and your cheeks were still rosy, giving you the perfect freshly-fucked look, and as much as he wanted to take pride in the fact that he was the one to do that to you, he couldn’t stop the shame that overcame him.

Why couldn’t he give in to you like he so desperately wanted to? 

That was a question he had mulled over, tossing and turning in his bed at night wishing you were laid there next to him, cuddling him so tight and never letting him go. It was crazy how you both had the same dreams, the same wants, and the same needs and yet you continued to push each other away.

Letting the liquor burn down his throat, he thought about how good it would feel to just hold you, wrap his hands around your waist, instead of your throat, and squeeze you against his body. Feeling the soft curves under his hands was something that he was lucky enough to experience, but he wished he owned them. He wished you were his.

But he knew he could never have you, he would never indulge in you out of fear of what he could do. There was a reason girls only came to him for sex, his heartbreaker reputation proceeded him, and after some time he had internalised that label and wore it as a badge. 

Maybe not a badge of honour- breaking girls' hearts is something that his mother would be deeply ashamed of him for- but he still wore it.

With you, he desired a life where he didn’t. He wished he was the purest soul on the planet, able to give himself fully to you without a worry about what he could possibly do, and how you could walk away from him for good. 

Steve was scared, that was the bottom line, and he always had been when it came to you. Your relationship, albeit a distant one, was something that gave Steve space to breathe and relax, and the thought of losing that was a fear he didn’t want to face. 

It had been two weeks, and Steve felt like he was starting to suffer withdrawals.

You were avoiding him, that much was obvious: not answering his texts, turning your back on him at his parties and leaving the class you shared early. It was driving him fucking nuts.

One day, he went all out to try and get your attention, wearing your favourite t-shirt of his (the one that hugged his biceps perfectly), making sure his beard was trimmed the way you liked. And he barely even got a glance from you.

At least that’s what it looked like, but really, you had never been so distracted in class. You couldn’t stop stealing glances in his direction, marvelling at the tattoos on his forearms and the flexing of his muscles. When you left school, you rushed back to your dorm and orgasmed so hard that you saw stars.

When you saw Steve the day after, you had to remind yourself every thirty seconds about why you weren’t talking to him- He doesn’t care about you. The strength you had to muster up to stop yourself from grabbing him and letting him take you, right there in the college corridor, was almost impossible to do.

You were trying to work up that strength right now, as you were sitting with your project partner, Sam Wilson, on a bench outside the English building, watching Steve saunter past you with his jeans accentuating his thighs and a cigarette hanging between his lips. You felt a hand on your lower back as you finished up your PowerPoint- Sam always tried to get handsy with you, always sitting too close or having a hand on you.

It didn’t bother you much, you and Sam had been friends forever, for longer than you and Steve had known each other, so the casual and friendly-flirty touching had no effect on you. On Steve though, who saw Sam’s hand drifting up and down the bare skin on your lower back, it had the biggest effect ever.

Without a second thought, he turned around and made his way over to you and Sam, enraged steps carrying him closer and closer until eventually, he was standing by your side. As he slid his hand around the back of your neck, causing you to tense up and take a deep breath at the same time, he said, “Get your hands off my girl, Wilson.” 

“Oh, she’s your girl now?” Sam laughed, standing up and turning to face Steve. They were practically chest to chest, it happened so quickly that you didn’t know what to do, you just sat there with Steve’s hand on you and the testosterone swimming in the air. 

“Yeah, she’s my fucking girl…” Steve shouted, getting in Sam’s face as he started pushing against his chest. 

Slowly, the shock started to wear off and you stood up, smacking Steve’s hand away from you as you said, “Will you two knock it off. What the fuck is wrong with you?” 

“What’s wrong, baby, is that this fucker thinks it’s okay to-”

“Hey, Sam. Maybe you should go…” You cut Steve off, standing between them as he started packing up his backpack, “I can just finish the project later.”

Without another word, he left you with Steve, shoving against his shoulder on his way back to his building. You turned on Steve, your hands on your hips and fury so deep in your eyes that he shivered when he looked at you.

“The hell was that?” You said as you stepped up to Steve, watching him fidget with his cap as he looked down at you. He couldn’t stop admiring you, the beauty you held, even if he had never seen you so irate before. 

Steve gulped as he saw a cavernous vexation take up your irises, he was trying to think of a way out of his, a way to keep you on his side whilst also telling the truth. He knew he had acted like a neanderthal, and there was no excuse for that, but when he saw another man’s hands on you, he just couldn’t help it.

“That was…” He started, dragging out his words to buy him more time to come up with an excuse, but before he could open up his mouth, you started talking again.

“That was you… being a fucking idiot. You didn’t have to say anything, y’know? Sam and I are friends.” You explained, trying to add some context to what Steve had just seen, but obviously, Steve didn’t care.

“I couldn’t give a fuck if you’re friends or not…” He declared, letting the jealousness overtake him again, “He fucking touched you, baby. You think I’m gonna sit back and watch someone else touch what’s mine?” 

“I’m yours?” You laughed, stepping back and turning around to catch a breath- What the fuck is wrong with him? “Steve… we don’t talk unless you’re balls deep inside me, you fucking idiot. You think that equates to me being yours?” 

Steve saw red- you weren’t getting it. He grabbed you by the throat gently and pulled you so close that he could your nipples through your shirt against his pecs. “Yes, I fucking do, sweetheart.” 

Why was it so hard for him to get the message across? Why couldn’t he just tell you that he wanted to you? 

“Oh, you do? So whoever cums inside me, owns me? Is that it?” You whispered in his face, smiling sweetly as you riled him up. You bit your lip seductively and continued, “Whoever’s cock is in my mouth is the guy I belong to, then?” 

“If it’s mine… then definitely.” He said, leaning in to you to try and seal your lips together. Hell no.

You shoved against his chest, just as Sam had done and faced the bench, sliding your laptop back into your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. Just as you were about walk away, Steve seized your wrist with unusual tenderness and spun you around to face him.

“I’m not done, baby…”

“Well I am, Steve. I’m fucking tired of this shit,” You said, feeling tears slowly build up behind your eyes, “Y’know… after the first time, I just thought you would’ve called, that’s all. That’s all I ever wanted from you.” 

With that said, you walked away, quickly trying to escape just so you could cry in peace. Your head had been a cocophony of emotions the past few days, hardly giving you enough time to breathe as it pounded from the pressure. All you wanted was five minutes to compose yourself.

And Steve granted you that wish, because he never came after you. No matter how badly you wanted him to call out to you, telling you how much he missed you and needed you- you never heard it.

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

Idk what’s in the air lately but I can’t stop thinking about Danny hitting it from behind. His big hands on your hips slamming you onto his cock… dirty talk… not being able to hold yourself up because he has you shaking… filling you up with his cum and feeling it run out… it could fix me

Oh absolutely he'd have you bent over the edge of the countertop of y'alls bathroom.

Fingers digging into your hips, slamming into you with a tempo your brain can hardly keep up with. Feeling so good you can't do anything but hold yourself against the counter as you cry out Danny's name, white knuckling the granite countertop as the sounds of your bodies echo against the walls of your bathroom. Danny takes a grip of your hair, forcing you to look in the mirror as he cums so deeply inside of you.

Your knees are shaking as you orgasm, watching Danny's face in pure ecstasy. He kisses down your spine as he gently pulls out of you, "Oh look at that." He whispers to himself with a smile as he watches his cum drip from your pussy. You sigh at the feeling of his cum rolling down your thigh.

Danny brings a finger to your leg, rolling up and collecting his cum from your thigh and brings it to your mouth. He holds you close to his chest from behind, making you watch as you close your lips, almost drunkenly around his finger, sucking off the delicious taste of your combined arousal. "That's my beautiful girl."

[inkedreverie]

Consequences

pairing: lloyd hansen x female reader

warnings: fingering, cum eating. p in v sex. unprotected sex, choking. soft!lloyd hansen. 18+ content. minors DNI!

summary: You get more than you bargained for when you decide to tease lloyd on the way to your vacay.

wordcount: 1.5k

prompt: transportation: 17. in a private jet,  on the way to a vacation spot from this list.

main masterlist | library

a/n: thank you for requesting this, Aud! it was so much fun to write. i hope you enjoy this!

 

They had sat across from each other on the jet, as usual. Every once in a while, Lloyd, would suddenly drop everything he was doing and whisk her away on one of their favorite vacation spots.

This time, however, it was a surprise. No matter how many times she pressed him for details, he refused to budge. He was keeping this as a gift for her, to make up for all the time they'd spent apart lately. With little time to spare, and his laptop demanding his attention, he was hardly paying her any attention. This only made the fire inside her burn hotter. She was desperate for some small ounce of affection. Anything, even if it was just for a single moment.

She was wearing one of her favorite dresses, the blue floral one with the hem a few inches above her knees, spread apart slightly, drawing more attention than she had intended. She didn't care though, as they were all alone, just Lloyd and her.

She had teased him at first. Y/N leaned back, rubbing her hands against her thighs, spreading her legs apart slowly at first, and then she whispered in a low voice, “Lloyd, I’m not wearing any panties.” She'd taunted. No answer.

Lloyd had never been one to waste time, let alone wait for anything - and he certainly wasn't going to start now. As Y/N spoke, he remained expressionless, his gaze fixed on her lips as she continued her taunts. His name echoing from her lips over and over. He thought it would be best to let her go on, and savor the anticipation before finally breaking the silence.

As Y/N continued to roll up the hem of her dress with a teasing grin, Lloyd finally broke his calm facade. The slightest twitch at the corners of his lips gave away his true feelings, and that hint of eagerness that suddenly appeared in his eyes left Y/N with no doubt in her mind.

Before she could even process what he was doing, Lloyd grabbed her arm and dragged her into the bathroom. Despite the thrill of excitement in her chest, Y/N couldn't shake the sudden chill that crept up her spine as she found herself face-to-face with Lloyd's darkening gaze. In a swift but smooth movement, he lifted her up onto the counter and barked out, "Sit!"

Her heart pounded so loudly against her chest that she could feel it in her ears, and for a moment, Y/N couldn't help but wonder if she'd gotten more than she bargained for. The intense desire she felt for Lloyd had never felt so real before, and she suddenly found herself doubting if she was even ready for what was about to happen. However, there was no turning back now.

Lloyd’s hands gripped her thighs roughly, squeezing them. “You’re being a naughty girl.” He whispered, his rough hands rubbing her inner thighs in slow, intricate circles. “You thought you could get away with teasing me like that?” He asked, his hand inches closer to her aching center, pushing up the hem of her dress up to her hips. When she didn’t answer his thick fingers gilded between her slick folds, making her gasp. “Answer me, sweetheart.” He growled. 

“N-no. I didn’t.” She whimpered and it was like music to his ears.  His index and middle fingers began to rub her sensitive nub in slow, torturous circles which only made her sink her teeth into her bottom lip, her hands gripping the edge of the smooth granite countertop. Two fingers slip slowly into her sopping cunt, his strong digits thrusting in and out of her slowly. “You gonna be a good girl for me now?”  He asks, leaning in and pressing his forehead against hers.

She leans back, the cold glass from the mirror sends a shiver down her bare back and she can only nod in response to Lloyd’s question, her breath hitching in her throat. Without warning, his fingers plunge deeper and curl, finally hitting that sweet spot. His pace is still agonizingly slow and she grabs hold onto his striped polo shirt, the corners of his mouth curl up into the most devious smirk.  She should have known better than to tease him earlier but she couldn’t help it. 

“Oh fuck. Lloyd, please!” She whines, bucking her hips upward against his palm. 

“Please?” He mocks, nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck.

“Oh, sweetheart. I’m just getting started.” He purrs, his warm breath sending goosebumps down her arms as her cunt swallows his fingers. He eventually picks up the pace, the pad of his thumb slowly swirling against her clit, making her gasp out a small moan.

"Be quiet. We wouldn't want the pilot to hear you, now would we?" She shakes her head, licking her lips as she feels her walls clench around his fingers. Her slick is now drenching his hand and Lloyd groans. "Fuck, such a pretty pussy." Lloyd whispers, pulling away slightly and he slowly slides his fingers out of her before he licks off her juices.

Y/N pouts at him, her walls now clenching around nothing and she feels that honeyed heat pool down her lower stomach. "Mmm, you taste so good." He hums, before grabbing her by the throat and crashing his lips against hers roughly. His other hand trails down her chest, softly squeezing her right breast before his fingers find her swollen clit once more. Her slick coats his fingers as he rubs up and down between her folds, making her whimper against his mouth.

After a few seconds, he pulls away and she notices the bulge that's grown in his pants. "Lloyd, please fuck me." She pleads, watching him with wide eyes as he unzips his beige slacks. "Be patient, sweetheart." Lloyd grips his thick cock in his fist, slowly stroking himself once, then twice as his eyes darken with lust. He's so big and girthy it makes her mouth water. He finally presses the tip to her clit, tapping a few times before rubbing up and down between her slit in a slow motion.

Her hands drop, fingers gripping the counter of the sink a bit tighter this time at the sudden contact. "Mmm," she whimpers, a rush of euphoria washes over her body and she can feel her nipples harden beneath the fabric of her dress. Y/N's eyes squeeze shut momentarily as he continues teasing her clit that's still sopping wet, coating him in her release. "Need you all nice and sensitive for me, baby." He coos, slapping his cock against her puffy cunt. “You gonna come for me again, pumpkin?” 

She bucks her hips again, grinding against his tip. "Yes. Please. Need more." Y/N whimpers out. Her mind is hazy, drunk on the thought of him inside her. It's all she can think about. Warm heat spreads from her stomach and between her thighs as he keeps teasing her clit in circular motions. She lets out another moan, a bit louder this time as her pussy pulses, drenching the counter and his cock again. “Good girl,” he paises, guiding his tip now at her entrance. Lloyd takes his time, slowly sinking a few inches into her creamy entrance.

His fingers curl around her throat, squeezing slightly before she can make a sound. “Shhh, pumpkin.” Lloyd coos, rutting into her another inch or two. Her lips part slightly, choking out another gasp and Lloyd smirks down at her, his palm caressing the side of her face, his thumb slips into her mouth, in an attempt to quiet her moans. 

Y/N hums, sucking on his thumb as she feels her walls clench and pulsate around him. Lloyd sighs softly, rutting into her a few more inches before he fills her completely. “You feel so good, baby. Now, don't make a sound.” His other hand grips at her hip as he pulls out a few inches before shoving back inside of her. Another gasp slips out. She's trying so hard to keep quiet but the way he's fucking her right now makes it much more difficult. He leans forward, his thumb now caressing her cheek as he presses his lips to hers, muffling her sobs. The pad of his thumb strokes her cheek soothingly.

 He keeps up the pace, pressing his forehead against her own. “Is this what you wanted? Hmm? Filling up your pretty little pussy like this?” 

She grips his shoulder, his warm breath fanning over her neck as he continues his steady, harsh thrusts, making her sob again as her cunt soaks the length of his shaft. “Y-yes..” Y/N manages to choke out, her cunt squeezing him tightly. “Fuck. You’re so fucking tight.” Lloyd grunts, picking up the pace even faster as he ruts into her until she’s blubbering.

Her fingernails sink into the fabric of his shirt, her head tilting back against the cool glass of the mirror. Lloyd stills, his hot cum coating her walls and spilling out of her entrance. The two of them are now breathing heavily as he pulls out of her. “Oh,” he breathes., looking down at his cum seeping out of her and onto the counter. “Such a pretty sight, sweetheart. You look perfect filled with my cum.”

He dips his fingers in her folds, his fingers now coated in their arousal and bringing it up to her lips. She grips his hand, sucking his fingers dry before she leans back again, still trying to catch her breath. Lloyd strokes the side of her face, a satisfying grin curling at his lips. “Good girl.” He whispered when he watches her swallow.

Her heart speeds up at the echo of footsteps outside the bathroom door. “Mr. Hansen, we’re about to land in five.” One of pilots calls out and Lloyd gives her a look, telling her that this is far from over.

[mattmurdocksscars]

Matty, Vampire, "Lick it" :3

Kneeling before your boyfriend in a posh bathroom at a too-fancy gala was not exactly how you thought your night was going to go but you certainly weren't complaining. You leaned forward and nuzzled at the sizeable bulge in his pants before pressing a feather light kiss over it. Matt groaned above you, red eyes flashing down at you. His fangs were elongated, something he showed off to you with no fear. You knew it meant you were doing a good job.

"Come on, sweetheart. Quit teasing and take care of me so I can return the favor. I know you want my head between those pretty legs." At the reminder, your cunt throbbed and you hastened your actions. You quickly unbuttoned and unzipped Matts pants, tugging them and his boxers down just enough to allow his cock to spring free. Your mouth watered at the sight of it and Matt groaned again.

"That's it. Go on. Lick it. Get it nice and wet so I can fuck you with it." He growled. Another sign you were doing good: the way he couldn't stop talking.

As you finally wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, he tossed his head back and whined. There was a ominous creak as the granite countertop he was clutching started to crack under the pressure he was putting on it.

You wasted no time and quickly began to work him over, using your hand for what couldn't fit in your mouth. The sounds coming from Matt's mouth were sinful and did nothing but spur you on. However, just as he was about to cum, he stopped you.

"Matt, what-"

"Didn't want to finish in your mouth, sweetheart. I want to cum in that pretty pussy of yours. So stand up and face the mirror. I'm gonna make you feel so good."

Standing, you quickly switched places with Matt. He easily pulled your dress up so he could have access to you. Kissing your neck, he lined himself up.

"Promise I'll eat you out later. For now, I just need to be inside you." With that, he sunk in. Both of you moaned as he bottomed out.

"Fuck, Matt..."

"Feel so good, sweetheart." He began to piston his hips, fucking you in earnest. He growled into your neck at the feeling of your tight cunt clenching around him.

"Won't last long, sweetheart. Need you to cum for me." He reached down and began rubbing tight circles on your clit causing you to cry out. Matt hissed and you felt his fangs scrape your skin. You tilted your head to give him better access.

"Are you sure?" Matt asked, his voice strained. No matter how many times he drank from you, he still always asked.

"Of course. Bite me, love." With a growl, Matt bit down. His fangs sank into the flesh of your neck. You felt a spark of pain followed by a rush of pleasure that had your orgasm slamming into you. You screamed Matt's name as you came. Matt continued to drink from you, prolonging your pleasure.

With a few more thrusts, Matt came with a shout of your name. He buried his head in your neck, lapping languidly at the wound he'd made. You shivered and felt Matt smirk.

"Oh, sweetheart. I hope you don't think I'm done with you yet. There's much more I want to do to you."

You were in for a long night.

[iamthecomet]

ok hot idea! rain is getting fucked against the counter by one of the ghouls, overflowed with cum feeling it drip down his legs making a puddle. then being filled to the brim and overstimulated~

he's trying to be quiet but instead becomes super loud~

what a messy ghoul!

Extra messy transmasc Rain under the cut.

"Cunt" and "clit" used in reference to Rain's anatomy. <3

Rain only has one leg on the floor--and it's going to give out. He can feel the tremor in it building towards uncontrollable along with the orgasm Swiss is trying to wring out of him.

His other leg his shoved up onto the counter, knee bent. Swiss holds his thigh, pressing it down into the granite as he fucks Rain. Each rough thrust drags Rain's clit against the cool stone. If you'd told him twenty minutes ago that he could cum like this he would have laughed. But now? Three, almost four, orgasms later? He can barely think beyond chasing extra friction, grinding his swollen clit against the slick stone. Meeting Swiss thrust for thrust.

Swiss tangles his free hand in Rain's hair, pulls his head away from where he'd dropped it against the counter after he came the last time. Going boneless. He was already pliant, always putty in Swiss hands when he really gets going. But now? Now he's nothing but the raw nerves of his pleasure. The ebb and flow of it. The way he can feel himself get wetter and drip onto the stone beneath him. His clit slips through his own slick.

Rain can't help the noise, can't help how loud he is. Every echoing noise that's rung out of him deepens his blush. Everyone in the ghoul wing can hear him, he knows it. He's powerless against it. When Swiss first pressed him up against the counter and shoved his hand down his pants--he tried to be quiet. But then Swiss turned him around, pulled his pants down, spread him open, and dropped to his knees. He buried his face in Rain's cunt. And Rain wailed, high and desperate. He hasn't stopped making noise since then. Not since he came on Swiss' tongue and around his fingers. Not since Swiss shoved him further up the counter and drove home with one brutal thrust. Swiss shifts a little, he changes the angle and his next thrust hits something that makes Rain's vision white out. He'd fall back onto the counter if it wasn't for Swiss' iron grip in his hair.

He cums on the next thrust, his knee finally buckling. Swiss keeps him up with the press of his hips. He feels himself get wetter, hears the squelch of Swiss' next thrust. He hangs his head forward. Dark sweaty curls falling into his face. Swiss doesn't stop fucking him. Doesn't give him time to come down or breathe. He keeps his brutal pace. Dragging Rains' oversensitive clit through the pool of slick on the countertop with each hard thrust. Rain tries to find something to dig his claws into, to hold on, desperate for something to ground him. He only finds cold smooth stone, his palms slip against it. "Satanas, Rainy. You're so fucking wet, you're dripping on the floor. Filthy." "I--" "He can't help it," a voice--sounds like Dew--from the other side of the room interjects. "He's a slut." Rain hadn't heard anyone else come in, didn't realize he had an audience. He goes even darker. He tries to pull out of Swiss' grip, to drop his head to his forearm to hide the way his cheeks have gone violet. "Is that right?" Swiss asks, he's finally starting to get breathless. The hand on Rain's thigh pressed down a little harder.

"Look at the mess he's made," Dew says. His voice is dismissive, but Rain hears the rasp of his zipper all the same. "You better make him clean it up." Rain whines. Swiss groans low. "Fuck. Keep talking, Dew. He gets so tight when you talk." Dew chuckles. Rain hears the sound of him walking closer. Probably leaning against the table behind them now. "He just likes to be talked about like he isn't in the room. Like he's just a hole to be filled." "He is." Swiss hisses. Swiss finally lets go of Rain's hair and Rain falls forward, pillowing his forehead on his arm as he keens. He tries to hold it back, doesn't want to give Dew the satisfaction. But between Swiss' laser guided thrusts and the grind of his clit on the counter he's close again, teetering on an edge he can't seem to fall off of. He sobs against his arm. Swiss swears, his thrust getting sloppier. "Fill him up good, Swiss." Dew cuts in. "I want to see it dripping down his legs." "You gonna lick it up?" Swiss grits out. "Maybe," Dew says. "Depends on if he's crying or not." "I'm gonna--Swiss--oh no, oh shit," Rain wails, his head thrashing. "Right there with you, Rainy."

Rain's orgasm hits him hard. He feels it in every muscle, so intense it almost hurts. He feels each pulse of his cunt around Swiss' cock. Swiss makes a low gut-punched noise when he cums, grinding his hips against Rain's ass as he does. When Swiss pulls out, Rain feels the hot rush of cum slip from his body and down his leg. Swiss lets go of his leg and Rain almost slips off of the counter and onto the floor. He gets his foot under him just as he feels the drag of an overly warm finger up the inside of his thigh. Dew presses tight against him, and shoves that finger into Rain's slack mouth. Rain leaves at it with his finger, tasting himself and the salt-tang of Swiss. Rain shifts, tries to put his other foot back on the floor, but Dew's free hand pins it in place. "Did you really think you were done?" Dew chuckles. "You're not even crying yet."

[aquidragon]

Mrs. Kennedy [Leon Kennedy x Reader]

Leon Kennedy x Reader Rating: E (MINORS!! DNI!!! OR ELSE)  CW(s): NSFW content inbound, praise kink, bad writing (tell me if I should add more cws)  Word Count: 922

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“Does that feel good?” 

You let out a whimper in response, your elbows digging into the cold, granite surface of the countertop. Black cocktail dress hiked up, bunched around your hips, bent over in your kitchen. The firm chest of your fiancé heavy on your back, his muscles straining against the buttons of his soft sky-blue dress shirt. 

“Yes,” you breathed, manicured nails digging into the smooth marble. Pressure built within your very core, as Leon’s thick cock buried its way inside your tight walls. His lips nip against your neck, over the hickies that were finally starting to fade. 

His hands were tight against your hips, calloused fingers gripping as might skin as they could. The blonde’s slender digits was still slick with your juices, which were smeared all over your inner thighs. Glistening in the dimmed stove lights, barely illuminating the room. 

“God,” Leon grunts, teeth grazing your skin. “I fucking love you, I love your pussy. It’s mine, all mine.” His breath is heavy against your burning flesh, sending electricity down across your nerves. 

His hands begin to trail up your torso, heading towards your clothed breasts, cupping them in his large palms. The shift in position made his cockhead thrust deeper inside you, elating a moan from your plump lips. 

Your back arched slightly more, into a perfect curve, as you desperately try to take in more of his length. The agent chuckles darkly, pressing his mouth to your temple, kneading your boobs. “Such a desperate little whore, my little whore.” 

Leon’s thrusts quicken, as his right hand, dips down, toying with your neglected clit. “Such a good girl.” He purred, wet tongue dragging down the side of your neck, over the purple bitemarks that he had left. 

“Please, Leon, touch me.” You beg, tears budding in your eyes, feeling his dick nudge against your cervix. “I need to cum.” 

Two nimble fingers rub circles around your throbbing clit, as sparks ignite from your sensitive nerves. You throw your head back with a strangled moan, over his shoulder, mouth agape. 

“Shit, Y/N, you’re so perfect.” Your fiancé grunts against you, his own moans loud against your ear. “I’m gonna make you see the stars.” He yanked down the top of your dress, freeing your perky breasts from their confines. “Even God himself will know that you’re mine, forever.” 

You whimper in acknowledgment as Leon’s thrusts grow rougher, his free arm moving to pick up one of your legs, hooking his elbow with the inside of your knee. Giving him more access to your dripping cunt. He lets out a heavy moan, blue eyes rolling back slightly, basking in your hot tightness. 

“I’m the luckiest man alive.” He groaned into the crux of your shoulder. “My perfect, future wife.” The sound of slapping skin, and combined moans fueled his hips. You swear that you can see the light of Heaven itself, dancing in your vision as your fiancé continues to pound your well-used hole. “You were made for me.” He growled, nipping at your earlobe. 

Your body feels like it’s been lit on fire as Leon presses harder on your clit, as he slowly pulls himself out, just to bottom out inside you. Slamming his pelvis into your ass, with a force that might have hurt him. 

“Fuck!” You squealed out, hot tears streaking down your cheeks, alongside your mascara. “Leon, right there! Fuck!” 

Wordlessly, the blonde follows your command. Dick rubbing against your sweet spot, as his fingers continue their continuous assault on your swollen bud. “I gotcha, sweetheart. Don’t worry, I’ll make you cum for me.” He groans, struggling to maintain control of his thrusts. 

You nod your head dumbly, your clammy hands squeaking against the smooth counter, as you struggle to hold onto something solid. A familiar tightness begins to wrap around your core, coiling around like a snake. 

“A-Ah, Leon, I’m gonna-” you gasp out, eyes rolling back to your skull. Waves of pure, untainted pleasure crashed against your nerves, overwhelming your senses. The spicy scent of his perfume, the burning sensation of his fingers against your skin, the taste of the whiskey you had just shared, Leon. Leon. Leon. 

“Go on, honey. Cum for me. Cum for your husband.” Your fiancé growls against your ear, struggling to get the words out between his own desperate moans. 

That was it. The deep, rumbly voice of Leon Scott Kennedy floods your ears. His voice sent vibrations down your body, snapping the coil that was tightening deep within your stomach. Your head presses against the cold marble, as you scream out his name, not caring if your neighbors heard. 

The agent lets out a low grunt, lips heavy against your naked shoulder, as he buries himself deep inside you. His cum shoots against your cervix, the hot liquid blending with your own juices as he empties himself out. 

“Mrs. Kennedy.” He mumbles against your skin, slowly pulling his cock out of you. You shiver as you feel his warm semen drip from your abused cunt, dribbling down your thighs. 

You breathe out a laugh, slowly settling from your orgasmic high. “I’m not your wife yet.” 

Leon scoffed, stepping away to grab a paper towel from its roll. “Legally.” He pressed a sweet kiss to your buttock as he begins to wipe your legs clean of your combined juices. “You’re my wife, right now.” 

You shiver at the feeling of the damp towel against your sensitive skin, a playful smile across your smudged, red-painted lips. “Alright, Mr. Kennedy.” 

[jordie-gvf]

sam blurb #3

word count : 789

warnings : oral f rec, fingering f rec, language, hair pulling, mentions of tss, grammar mistakes

lets just say that inanimate objects get stuck inside...

sam had come home from a long and tiring day to see his girl in the kitchen with nothing on but a white baby tee and a green daisy thong, which had led to this moment, 

“you close, sweetheart? i can feel your pussy fluttering around my fingers,” 

he had you up on the kitchen island, your back against the cold granite countertops.

he was knuckle deep inside of you, trying to get you to cum faster. 

you laced your hands through his hair and tugged his face closer to your cunt, hinting at him to use his mouth. 

he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his mouth, wrapping his lips around your clit. 

he pulled his mouth away from you and used his hand to rub your clit so he could say, “i want you to soak my face. can you do that for me, love?”

you nodded and pushed his head back toward you. you had one hand gripping his hair and one gripping the edge of the countertop. he pushed your shirt up with his hands, feeling up your breasts. 

you had your hand wrapped so tightly against the counter that it started to hurt. sam knew you were close, your legs would shake and you’d grip his hair tighter. 

“i know you’re close. can you cum all sweet and pretty for me, darling?”

you grabbed his hair and shoved his face back towards your cunt. he took his hands off your breasts and moved them down to your thighs.he rubbed the tops of your thighs and continued to rapidly move his mouth against you. 

he put one of his hands to work and gently shoved them inside of you, immediately curling them and hitting your g-spot. 

your back arched at the feeling and gasped for air, trying to tell him that you were gonna cum and you were gonna do it soon. 

he removed his mouth from you and said, “i know, i know, i know. let me feel it. give it to me, darling.”

he rested his head on the inside of your thigh and watched his fingers piston in and out of you. 

“sammy! sammy!”

he put his mouth back on you and removed his fingers, gripping your thighs and squeezing them against his head. 

your head rolled back onto the counter, eyebrows furrowed and eyes sealed shut. your legs started shaking around him and you wrapped your feet around his back, keeping him in place. 

you were gripping sams hair when you felt it. the release you had been waiting for. the edge of heaven. 

you unwrapped your legs and let him stand up. “i love it when you suffocate me with your thighs, you should do it more often,” sam said, giving you an idea for the next time he ate you out.

he was searching the kitchen for something when he asked you, “have you seen my rings?”

“what rings?”

“i had rings on, i cant find them.”

you started to panic, only thinking of one place they could be. “sam, did you take them off before you fingered me?”

“no? why?”

“because i think i know where they might be…”

you looked down at yourself and he couldn’t grasp what you said at first.

“why’re you looking at the counter? i just checked there.”

“samuel. i think they are inside of me.”

the color left his face and he looked astonished. “do you really think so? lay back down, let me feel.”

you did what he said and laid back down, opening your legs butterfly style. 

he put his fingers back inside you and wiggled them around, instantly feeling something. 

“oh! found them!”

“well jesus hurry up and get them out before i get toxic shock or something!”

“i’m trying! it’s not my fault you have a suction cup pussy!”

you laughed at his words before he finally got all three of them out of you at once. he lifted you back up onto your ass, so now you were sitting on the counter. he looked at you and said, “should i put them in my mouth? get all the flavor off?”

“sam you’re disgusting! no! you shouldn’t.”

“fine, i guess i won’t. what were you making anyway? i’m sure it’s probably burnt now,” he asked you as he wrapped his arms around you and held you as he walked around the kitchen. 

“vanilla peach jam, the one you like from the fresh trees outside.”

“mmm, my favorite girl making my favorite jam. promise me you’ll save me some?”

“i don’t know beanpole. josh likes it too.”

“fuck josh. i just had to dig my rings out of your cunt, i think i get first dibs.”

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[stevenose]

K16, W16 and R2 with Steve and a male reader please!

You are so amazing and I'm so proud of you for reaching 1k! I hope you have an amazing weekend!

omg i love you 🥺 thank you for your patience!!!

prompt: steve + hate sex + “y’look so pretty when you’re cumming for me” + enemies to lovers

contains: male!reader; reader with a penis; no pronouns are used!; mean!steve; creampie; handjob (reader receiving); mirror sex; reader fucked over counter

han’s 1k celebration

You can’t stop wailing, even as your throat burns and voice turns hoarse. Steve’s so relentless. Pounding his thick, fat cock into your hole, smacking the flesh of your ass and bruising your hips with his fingers. “Shut up,” he hisses, bringing a hand around to shove three fingers into your mouth. “What’s wrong, huh? Don’t like it when I make you gape for me?”

You try to muster a glare, but it looks pathetic, needy instead of irritated. Your fingernails are about to bleed from how hard you grip the granite countertop below you. “Fuck you,” you whine, once again sounding desperate instead of angry.

“No thanks,” Steve huffs, suddenly leaning forward, trapping you under him. He sucks a spot into your neck, making your eyes roll back and legs shake. “‘s goin’ on? You gonna cum? Hardly touched your cock yet.” He’s sweating, trying his hardest not to cum first. The hand that was in your mouth drops down to grip your cock and he strokes it slowly, swiping his thumb across the tip. “Jesus, you’re wet.” He flicks his wrist nice and easy, uses your precum and spit to help him glide along the length of you.

“Steve,” you pant, trying to push back against him, trying to stand up. “I’m gonna - I’m gonna -“

“Go on.” He's smirking. “Look in the mirror for me.”

You do as you’re told, too exhausted to argue like usual. Steve grins widely as you both watch your face contort with your impending orgasm. He’s still fucking you hard, slamming your hips into the counter, hand stroking you off.

“Sh-fuck, look at you. Look at you.”

But you can’t. Your eyes roll back and you cry out as you cum, thick ropes of cum milked out from Steve’s ministrations.

“Shit,” Steve groans, “y’look so pretty when you’re cummin’ for me. Gonna fill this little hole u-up with m-my... my….”

Steve buries his head between your shoulder blades and grits his teeth, groaning low as he cums, heat filling your lower stomach. “Mmm, fuck, such a good little slut.”