#he looks DELICIOUS 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

[greg-montgomery]

no other man has ever made me feel the way he does 😵‍💫

[honey-oak]

tysm to @polariae for making my delulu dreams reality

[luvyeni]

( drabble ) smoke and fuck ! ୨୧ 一 이희승 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ heeseung being your plugヾ

plug!heeseung・ reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ smut ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・weed usage, oral sex ( M ), unprotected sex, dirty talk‎ wc ・ ‎0.8k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ ‎click to library

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 plug heeseung will hit every. single. time 😮‍💨

heeseung 🍃. i'm here… 10:30 pm read

not even bothering to change out of your sleep shorts and zip up hoodie; slipping on your slippers, taking your money you had waiting on your dresser along with your keys and out the door you were.

heeseung parked right in front of your apartment; sending you a text sitting his phone in the cup holder as he waited for you to come out. normally heeseung didn’t make late night house calls, but for you; he’d do anything for, even if they meant bringing you weed at 11:00 at night. “heeseung.”

you exited the building to were his car was parked, knocking on the slightly rolled down window. he rolled down the window, you leaned over. “you could’ve just come up.” he smiled seeing your pouty face. “it’s cold.” he looked at your attire; you looked good. “it’s late, i should be in bed.” he teased. “i came because you called me.” you scoffed. “you’re getting paid aren’t you?” he flagged you off. “why do you keep on trying to pay me? your money is no good here.” he reached in his glove compartment, grabbing the leafy substance. “here princess.”

you went to reach for it but he pulled it back. “heeseung it’s cold.” you whined, he chuckled. you forced back a smile trying not to egg him on, he always did it — and you always fell for it. “get in then,” he said. “it’s late.” you said, he rolled his eyes. “that hasn’t stopped you before, come on, let's roll one up together.” biting down on his plump bottom lip as his eyes traveled down your body. “i’ll make it worth your wild, you know i will…”

“oh fuck baby.” he groaned, his head thrown back against the head of the back seat of his car — you on your knees; your mouth working down on his cock, everytime he came to see you it always ended like this. “shit love this fucking mouth of yours.” he held the back of your head; guiding you up and down his length, his hips occasionally bucking up causing you to gag. “sh-shit , feels so fucking good.” the lit blunt in his hand. “damn.” he moaned, bringing the blunt to his lip, taking a puff and exhaling. “fuck speed up.”

you wrapped your hands around his thick length , twisting your hands as you bobbed your head up and down; spit coating his cock messily. “sucking my dick like a good little whore fuck im gonna cum.” he groaned. “gonna cum down your tight little throat.” he groaned, pushing your head down — cock twitching as cum shot from his tip coating the back of your throat. “fuck get up.”

you climbed into the man’s lap; unzipping your sweater. “came out here without a shirt or a bra.” he chuckled. “you came out here ready to be fucked, so desperate.” he passed you the blunt, you took it between your fingers, taking a long drag, he grabbed your face pulling your lips close to his, letting you blow smoke into his mouth. “and you came here at 11 at night to fuck me, what does that make you?”

he slapped your ass; you yelped. “ow, that shit hurts.” he rubbed the sore cheek. “you’re right baby we’re both desperate.” he took the fully smoked blunt from your hand, throwing it out the car; his vehicle now filled with smoke. “so why aren’t you full of my cock right now?”

you pulled your shorts to the side; he was stroking his wet cock, sighing as you sunk down on his cock. “mhm fuck heeseung.” he smirked as you held his shoulders, his cock fulling you out deliciously. “that’s it princess.” the high you both were in amplifying your pleasure. “shit this pussy is the best.” he groaned. “love it so much.”

he held your waist, keeping you steady as you found your speed, bouncing up and down on his cock. “ye-yeah shit.” he groaned. “fuck me.” this was the reason he came out so late; he’d come out at 2 in the morning if you wanted him to — because he knew he’d have you fucking yourself on him in his car high every single time, no matter how many times you tried barley to play hard to get. “fuck baby keep bouncing gonna cum.”

he slapped your ass rubbing the soreness. “fuck hee!” you screamed, his hips bucking up. “yeah fuck princess i feel your pussy twitching on me, you gonna cum?” you nodded. “fu-fuck hee, im gonna cum, im gonna fucking cum!” you shrieked. “shit cum for me!” he head thrown back again once again as you came. “oh fuck!”

you pulled off of him, both your hands wrapping around his length stroking his cock until his thick sticky cum shit from his cock, covering your hand. “oh fuck.” he sighed, you chuckled out of breath. “how many times are you gonna trick me into coming out here?”

“trick you?” he questioned. “sweets the baby the way you were bouncing on my dick, you knew what you wanted when you came out here.” he said. “lay back now.” he pulled your shorts down. “look at this pretty pussy.” he groaned biting his lip. “so ready to be eaten.”

“gonna make you cum on my tongue a few times, roll you another blunt and then fuck this pretty pussy again.”

©️LUVYENI

[prythiansprincess]

focus on me.

pairing: mattheo riddle x reader request: I NEED MATHEO OR THEODORE X FEM READER AND SHE JUST LOVES HIS HANDS AND ARM VIENS AND SHE WALKS INTO HIS DORM AND IS GOBSMAKED TO SEE HIS ABS AND SHE WANTS TO RIDE THEM AND SHES JUST SO OBSESSED AND THINKS HES THE HOTTEST MAN IN THE PLANET- AND SHE FOLDS LIKE A PRETZEL WHEN HE GIVES HER THOSE EYES- JESUS IM A CATHOLIC BUT THEO AND MATTHEO COULD BE MY NEW RELIGION- author's note: big thanks to @writingsbychlo for listening to me rant about this man in her inbox. posting this now so she can wake up to her mans. the way that i would fold for mattheo so fast (theo look away). anyways, enjoy this purely smutty fic 😮‍💨

You were supposed to be studying. 

When you came into his dorm, you specifically told Mattheo not to interrupt you under any circumstances. Usually, you preferred the library but some prat had accidentally set off a dung bomb, which meant closure until further notice. 

You tried studying in your dorm, but your fellow housemates decided that there was no better time to throw a back to school bash in the common room than the night before your Ancient Runes exam. Harry and Ron, who shared the same class, appeared completely unbothered as they chugged firewhisky straight from the bottle. 

Your roommate Hermione was long gone. Probably holed up somewhere in the dungeons with Draco. You followed your friend’s cue and snuck into your boyfriend’s dorm, narrowly avoiding Filch. It never seemed fair that the Slytherins got individual rooms, but tonight you had never been more thankful for it. 

Mattheo had set up a whole battle station for you on his desk. There were fresh ink pots, newly sharpened quills, and blank parchment waiting for you when you arrived. After kissing your sweet and considerate boyfriend, you went straight to work. 

By the time midnight struck, the parchment was filled with glowing runes, making your ink stained hands cramp from drawing out the symbols over and over again. To Mattheo’s credit, he kept to himself and read quietly on his bed while you studied. 

You were so engrossed in the material that you barely registered him kissing you on the cheek before leaving to take a shower. That little mistake cost you because as soon as he walked back into his dorm with nothing but a towel on, you nearly spilled fresh ink all over yourself. 

Water trickled down Mattheo’s chest, the little droplets snaking through his perfectly chiseled abs only to disappear beyond his v lines, which pointed like an arrow to what you knew was hiding underneath that towel. 

The fabric hung dangerously low on his hips as he walked over to his dresser to pick out something to wear. You watched with rapt attention as he braced himself against the wood, those delicious, juicy veins protruding from his forearms and nearly making you dizzy with desire. 

Finally, Mattheo turned. The silence had caught his attention and he smirked when he saw you ogling him. 

“See something you like, pretty girl?”

You flushed. “Just got a little distracted.”

Mattheo’s grin grew. He sauntered over to you, leaning over so that he had you caged against the desk. 

“Oh?” he asked, his voice low and husky and absolutely fucking sexy. “Maybe it’s time for a break then. You’ve been such a good girl studying so hard all night. I think you deserve a reward, my love.” 

Your breath hitched as Mattheo’s lips grazed yours. He tilted your chin up, giving you a perfect view of those brown eyes. Then he gave you the look and you knew you were done for. 

It was a look that said he wanted to devour every inch of you until you couldn’t even recall your own name. You gave in. Of course you gave in. How could you not?

“Maybe for a second…”

Mattheo took the opening. One arm snaked around your waist, bringing you up with him as he pressed you against the desk. His other arm crept up your back until he reached the nape of your neck, fisting your hair through his fingers as he kissed you roughly. 

“Do you even know how fucking sexy you are, princess? My smart schoolgirl in her tiny little skirt.” 

Mattheo carefully moved your studying materials aside before picking you up and setting you down on the table. He gripped the top of your thighs and brought you to the edge while sliding his tongue against yours. You whimpered as he grinded against you, showing you exactly how hard he was underneath the towel.

“Been thinking about bending you over this table all night,” Mattheo whispered in your ear. His hand climbed higher up your thigh and you felt your body instantly respond to his touch. “Bet you’re soaking wet for me already, aren’t you angel?”

You moaned as he toyed with the waistband of your panties. “Matty, please.” 

Your boyfriend smiled at your nickname for him, knowing that he had you right where he wanted you. “What is it that you want, darling?”

“Touch me. Please.” 

Mattheo smirked as he tugged your panties off. His lust filled gaze drank you in as he dragged two fingers through your slick folds. 

“Fuck. You’re so wet. Is this all for me, princess?”

“Mhm,” you mumbled, nipping at his neck. “It’s not fair. You play dirty, Matty. You can’t just walk in here with nothing but a towel on.” 

“Why not, angel?”

You sighed, tracing the hard planes of his chest. His muscles flexed under your fingertips as you gently raked your nails against his six pack. “Because you’re sexy and I can’t help myself.” 

Mattheo chuckled darkly, plunging two fingers in your pussy. You bucked against his hand, watching in stunned silence as he withdrew it only to stick his middle and pointer finger into his mouth. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he tasted you on him. 

“This is exactly what I mean,” you whined. “For Godric’s fucking sake, how am I supposed to concentrate after that?”

“Maybe we can compromise, angel.” He shuffled through your parchments and stuck one to the wall. “I’m going to trace the runes inside of you and if you get them all right, then I’ll give you your reward.”

You swallowed thickly and nodded. Mattheo grinned before giving you a quick peck. “Pay attention, sweetheart.” 

His fingers dipped through your folds once more and you gripped his arm, fighting the moan from escaping your lips. Mattheo curled his fingers inside of you, drawing a familiar shape. 

“Urus,” you said in a breathy voice. “It means strength.”

“That’s right, angel.” He shifted as you ran your hands down his arms. You could feel his veins throbbing underneath your palm as he fingered you. “Don’t get distracted now. I know how much you love my hands. I promise they’ll be wrapped around your throat by the end of the night if you get all these right. Now focus.”

You nodded, eyes fluttering close as he traced another rune. “Algiz,” you answered. “For protection.” 

“Hot and smart,” Mattheo announced proudly. “How’d I get so lucky?”

His lips grazed yours and you willingly parted for him, fluttering around his fingers as his tongue slid into your mouth. He pumped his digits inside of you, teasing and taunting. 

“Let’s try something harder, princess.” 

Mattheo’s skillful fingers prodded against your walls, sketching a complicated shape. You closed your eyes and focused. It was a tricky one, but you remembered the cris cross pattern. 

“Inguz,” you said decidedly. “Fertility.” 

“That’s right,” Mattheo said with a smile. “You're doing so well, sweetheart. One more and you can have anything you want.” 

“Anything?” you asked with a small smile.

“Whatever that devious little mind of yours desires, my love.” 

“Okay,” you replied. “I’m ready, then.”

Your boyfriend nodded, staring right into your eyes as he marked the last and final rune. It was an effort not to get lost in those warm, brown eyes. But you steeled yourself, determined to claim your prize.

“Rerth. For luck.”

“Good girl,” Mattheo said with a smirk. “Fitting since you’re getting lucky tonight, angel. Where should we start?” 

You bit your lip, cocking your head at him. It was nearly an impossible choice. You wanted to kiss him. Bite him. Lick him. All of the above and more. 

But there was one thing that stood out from all the other deliciously sinful choices. You pressed your palm against his abs and grinned. 

“I want to ride your abs.”

Mattheo’s eyes widened. He hadn’t expected it, but fuck he was so down. He would’ve given you anything with the way you were looking at him right now. 

“You never fail to surprise me,” he said fondly. “Well come on then, let’s make your filthy little fantasy a reality.” 

In one smooth move, he lifted you off the table and deposited you on top of his bed. Mattheo reclined against the headboard and watched with hungry eyes as you straddled his stomach. He smiled as you slipped the tie off your neck and looped it around him. 

It was a simple move, but so fucking sexy and possessive at the same time. You were claiming him. Mattheo was yours and you were his. You belonged to one another—mind, body, and soul. 

Mattheo trailed kisses down your neck and throat, leaving marks on your skin as his deft fingers made quick work of the first few buttons on your blouse. He leaned back and admired his work, his hands gripping your hips while you grinded your soaking wet sex against his muscles. 

He didn’t think it would feel this good. There was something about you using his body to get yourself off that fucking turned him on like no other. Mattheo lifted your skirt up, fisting the fabric in his hands and watching as you coated him with your arousal. 

The little whimpers you were making sounded like music to his ears. “My good little slut,” he said, squeezing your tits as you rode him with reckless abandon. “You’re so fucking filthy, baby. Using me to get yourself off. I’m just your fuck toy aren’t I princess?”

“So good,” you murmured. “You feel so good, Matty.”

The desperation in your voice set him off. He gripped your hips hard enough to bruise and bucked forward, smirking in satisfaction when you moaned. The ridges of his abs rubbed against your clit, providing the perfect amount of pressure to the sensitive area. 

“Keep riding me,” he said in a low, rough voice. “Just like that, angel. Such a good girl for me.”

You closed your eyes, lost to the waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Mattheo gripped your chin, his voice rough around the edges as he spoke. “Open your eyes, darling. I want to watch you cum.”

His rich brown eyes pinned you in place, drinking in every detail. That sexy smirk curved against his lips as he hooked his arms behind his head, admiring the view of his girl riding him. 

“Look at you, baby. You’re making such a fucking mess. Such an innocent face, but you turn into a filthy whore when you’re with me.” 

“Only for you, Mattheo.” 

“Damn fucking right,” he said, sliding his hands under your skirt to rub at your clit. 

You bucked against him, riding out the high. Heat exploded in your core and seeped into your veins. Mattheo kissed you roughly, staking his claim on you as he devoured your moans. 

“That’s it, princess. Cum for me, pretty girl.”

The orgasm felt like a lightning strike. It hit you all at once, making your walls spasm as you came all over Mattheo’s abs. He cursed when he felt you soaking him through, utterly turned on by the mess that you’ve made. Mattheo had never been harder in his life. 

Your boyfriend peppered kisses on your face, pulling you taut to him as you came down from the high. Mattheo brushed a lock of hair behind your ear, tilting your chin up so he could press his lips against yours. He groaned and held your hips down, grinding his boner against your ass. 

“I’m not done making you cum, princess. You’ve got one more in you, don’t you angel?” 

As sensitive as you were, your pussy throbbed at his words. When it came to Mattheo, you could never really get enough. 

“I thought I only got one reward. You’re spoiling me, Matty.” 

“There’s no question about it. You’re my spoiled rotten little princess. But this reward isn’t for you, it’s for me.” He smacked your ass, gesturing for you to get up. “Now come on, angel. I was serious about that desk.” 

He smirked as he walked you back to his desk, his hands disappearing underneath your skirt as he massaged your ass. Mattheo kissed you roughly before he flipped you over, bending you on the desk so you were face down and ass up. He flipped your skirt up, hissing when he found you soaking wet again.

“You just can’t help yourself can you, princess?” He pumped himself in his hand before sliding the tip of his cock along your folds. “Gods, you’re fucking wet. Are you ready, baby?” 

You whimpered, rocking your hips against him for more friction. Mattheo held you in place, fisting your hair in his hands. 

“Use your words, darling. I want to hear you beg like the good little slut that you are.” 

“Please, Matty,” you whined. “I need you so badly that it hurts.” 

He kissed the base of your spine, grinning as he eased his length inside of you. Still sensitive from your last orgasm, you gripped the edges of the table as Mattheo buried his cock within your walls. Your legs felt like they were going to give out any minute, but he kept you upright, cursing when he felt how wet and tight you were. 

“Fuck,” he grunted as he thrust into you slowly. Mattheo gripped you from behind, picking up the pace. Your pussy clenched around him like a vice. “Gods, pussy’s so good baby. You’re doing so well. Taking all of me like my perfect little whore.” 

Mattheo fucking adored the way you blushed at his filthy words. He leaned over, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss as he fucked you into the table. He thought he was going to pass the fuck out when you grinded back into him, meeting his movements to take more and more of him. Mattheo leaned over and shielded your head from the wall, making sure you were protected as the table shook underneath you. 

The sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with your breathy little moans was enough to send him over the edge, but he wanted to make good on his promise. Mattheo always put his girl first. The boys were right. He might be just a little bit pussy whipped. 

Even without the sex, you could’ve asked Mattheo to kill for you and he would’ve done so without question. 

“I fucking love you, darling. I’d kill for you. I’d die for you,” he said, every word laced with conviction. “Forever and always.” 

“I love you too, Matty. Forever and always.” 

He kissed your cheek, the action surprisingly soft compared to how rough the sex was. You felt like you could’ve melted onto the floor. 

“Cum with me, my love.” 

Mattheo wrapped his arms around you as that familiar heat spread burned in your core. He held you as the orgasm rocked through your body, sharing in the euphoric high while the two of you finished together. His grip around you only tightened, hugging you from behind while he slowly pulled out. You were barely keeping upright as it was, your legs threatening to give out under you. 

Without a word, your boyfriend scooped you into his arms and brought you back to bed. He cradled you against him, whispering praises and encouragement while stroking your hair. 

“You did so well, baby. I’m so proud of you for remembering all those runes. You’re gonna ace your exam tomorrow.” 

“You really think so, Matty?” You snuggled against him, burying your head in the crook of his neck. Mattheo stroked your back and placed a kiss on your temple. 

“I know so, darling. You have no idea how proud I am for having such a smart girlfriend. I love bragging about you to our friends.” 

You flushed. “Well, I couldn’t have done it all on my own. I had some help from my smart, sweet, and sexy study partner.

Mattheo grinned and kissed you gently. “Glad to be of service, my love.” 

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[enzosbabyangel]

draco x bimbo hufflepuff reader would go so hard as a fluff or smut - i feel like that could work...somehow

☆｡° Thinking ‘bout Draco who has a fixation on a stupid and cute lil Hufflepuff

cw: 18+!, mdni, bimbo!Hufflepuff!reader(duh), possessive/toxic behaviour, but Draco still cares for reader in a (toxic) way :), clingy!reader kind of, sex toys(vibrator) overstimulation, slapping, choking, jealous!Draco, use of the words ‘dumb slut’ and ‘bitch’ when referring to reader, degradation, mentions of deepthroating

a/n: As a stupid, cute and Hufflepuff girly with a big crush on Draco, i really wanted to write this 😮‍💨 i’ve missed my man so much. Might also do a fluffy version of this prompt. Hope you like it 💞

Intrigued was an understatement when it came to describing Draco’s interest in you. Though it was a more, lustful and control kind of intrigue compared to that of regular intrigue.

You were a cute little thing. Always nice. Always being done up, whether that be hairstyles, scents or accessories. You were also, bashfully unaware of how inappropriate you were at times.

You loved to hike your skirts up high. Showing off the delicious curve of your thighs due to your thigh high socks you always wore pushing the fat of your thighs up. You also managed to adjust the size of your blouse, most likely the only thing you properly knew how to do, sew. How you were even at Hogwarts considering your incompetence is a mystery to the platinum blonde.

One thing he observed about you is how you seemed to cling to anyone who gave you an inkling of attention. Perhaps it’s why you’ve had so many boyfriends.

Simply put, you’re easy.

That’s why Draco was so curious about you. Most of the female students as they grow up, grow out of the ditzy, ‘desperate-for-attention’ mindset. But here you are, in your final year of Hogwarts, still acting like a stupid, ‘only-good-for-looking-at-and-sex’ ditz.

He expected to use you as every other guy you’ve ever dated has. Use you to make his ex jealous or upset, for some nice hookups. What he didn’t expect, however, was for you to somehow manage to wriggle your way into his heart as deep as you did.

You managed to look past his toxic and rude behaviour and habits. Too stupid in the head to realize, or dick whipped. One of those. You were so easy to manipulate. So delicate with your emotions, making it easy to twist and turn them as he pleased.

There was no way he would be stupid enough to lose someone like you. Now that you were too stupid to listen to the warnings of your friends, you were his. His property simply put. He owned you now, and he knew damn well that any inch of you that knew, it didn’t care in the slightest.

And everyone knows, Draco most certainly doesn’t like to share what’s his. So he was quite unhappy after learning that Mattheo, the slytherin man whore, tried flirting his way into your pants at a party. His hands roaming and groping what he knew was Draco’s.

And the worst part? The fact you let him.

“Aww? are you expecting me to go easy on you? After that stunt you pulled?” He tsked, Hand gripping your jolty body as he roughly held a vibrator to your clit. Fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

You whined, desperately trying to move away from the overwhelming pleasure that was taking over your body. “Please-! S’i didn’t do anything!” You whined, done up nails scraping at Draco’s hand on your hip.

Draco sighed as if tired with your level of idiocy. Pushing the vibrator harder against your clit eliciting a cracked, loud whine to tear from your lips. “Yes you did.” He said simply, his jaw clenching as he looked down at you. Feeling a pang of sympathy for you while he looked at your teared stained face and overstimulated body that tried hard to get aways from his hold and the vibrations of the toy.

‘Screw you for making me bloody soft’ Draco thought as he increased the pace of the vibrator. But decided to go slightly softer on you nevertheless. “Think. When you figure it out and tell me, i’ll stop.” He instructed simply. Smirking as you let out a soft whine of frustration.

“I don’t know..” You pouted, closing your thighs around his wrist and the toy as you tried to kick them both away. Whines tearing through your throat as you jolted at the painful level of pleasure. Gasping for breaths as you prayed for a break.

Sighing, Draco’s eyes narrowed. Feeling completely irritated at how stupid you were. His fingers digging into the flesh of your hip as he spoke again, his tone cold and unyielding.

“Think. I’ll be nice and give you a hint: Mattheo.”

Your eyes shot open at that, confusion wiping over your face as you tried hard to think. “What about him?” You whined. Not understanding where Draco was going with this.

“If you want me to tell, than you gotta cum again.” He spat, voice mixing with sternness and sick lust. He knew that it would mostly take you all night to figure out what you did, your stupid ‘lil brain not being good for much. So he’ll play nice tonight, let you rest, then continue his little punishment tomorrow.

You let out a pathetic whimper but nodded nevertheless. Desperate to get a break. “Yes yes! i’ll cum one more time… please just tell me.”

Draco hummed as he spoke, tone now lighter as you begged for him. God, you sounded like such a fucking dumb slut for him, he was growing slightly tired of it but couldn’t deny the effect it had on him, more specifically his cock. “He was flirting with you and you let him.” His words were simple.

You let out a sound of confusion. Brows furrowing as you panted. Thighs shaking and voice stuttering as you got closer to your fourth orgasm of the night. “W-what? N-n..no-! i-“

You tried to explain yourself but was cut off by a slap landing across your face. Gasp leaving your lips at the sudden sting as your face quickly turned the other way with the impact.

Draco’s hand made its way to your throat as he got up on his knees, pushing the vibrator harder against you as if your cut-short sentence ticked something off in him. “Don’t. I don’t want to hear your pathetic excuses. If you’re gonna act like a dumb bitch then you’ll be treated like one. Now shut up and take it.”

He degraded, tone sharp as if hair fell over his face. Hand tightening noticeably around your throat.

You screwed your eyes shut as more tears started to form, both from his words and the overstimulation. Your thighs aggressively shaking as your body instinctively tried moving away from the pleasure.

Draco bit his lip as he saw the new tears form in your eyes, feeling a pang of guilt at his words. However he quickly tried to push it down. He couldn’t let you know the affect you had on him, and at the end of the day, dumb sluts deserved to be punished when they act out.

“You gonna cum?” He taunted as he felt your body trying to wiggle away from him. Jolty legs hitting his back as you whined, whimpered and panted. Smirk forming on his face as he saw you nod frantically. “Go on, cum.”

His simple command had your body listening immediately. Strangled and loud whine escaping from your throat and up out of your mouth. Thighs shaking uncontrollably as you tried to close them.

Draco set the vibrator to the lowest setting as you came, helping you ride out your orgasm as he watched your figure below him. A flicker of unusual and typically unseen softness crossing over his features. Turning the vibrator off as you finished cumming, hand on your throat letting go and running down your waist soothingly.

You panted as you came down from your high. Your poor swollen ‘n used pussy finally getting a break. A soft whine fell past your lips as your body laid limp. Only your legs bent up and covering your still slightly shaky body.

Draco hummed, giving you a couple seconds of peace as he threw the vibrator aside. Hand falling down to grab his clothed erection through his clothes as he admired your form before speaking.

“Don’t think you’re done sweetheart. Since i decided to go easy on you, you’re going to let me use your throat as i please and until i’m satisfied.”

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[onlyquinns]

JACKED AND KIND, m. rempe

pairing: matt rempe x fem!reader, fluff!

content: you and matt take part in the ‘jacked and kind’ tiktok trend, with a slight twist

notes: this is my first fanfic on here so i’m super super nervous 😭🙏🏻 i hope you guys like it tho!! this was written in honor of his goal from jan. 21 😮‍💨

matt lays on the couch, his long legs stretched over one of the arm rests. it was his day off, a rare occurrence lately now that he was back on the rangers. you giggle at the sight of him, enjoying how he looked in a pair of sweats and a rangers tee, his chin tucked into his chest and his other hand occupied with his phone.

you wiggle out of your spot in the loveseat adjacent to him, making your way over to the entertainment center to set up your phone against the tv. matt looks over at you, his eyes drawn away from his own phone.

“what’re you doin’, baby?” he asks, pulling himself into a sitting position, his legs still draped over the couch’s arm rest.

you turn around and grin at him, your hands bunched up into the hem of your shirt to contain your excitement. “wanna’ record a tiktok with me? all you have to do is stand there.”

matt slung his legs off the arm rests, settling his feet into the living room’s plush carpet. “yeah?” he asks, one brow raised. “you sure that’s all i gotta’ do, baby?”

you blow air into your cheeks as you think. “mm… well, you have to stand next to me and then pick me up and put me on your shoulder when i tell you to.” you pout your lips at him, downturning your brows to really tie the look together.

matt laughs, the corner of his lips quirked upward in a delicious smug smirk. “alright, i can do that.” he hauls himself off the couch and stands next to you, waiting in his spot with his hands snug in the pockets of his sweats. he smirks as you start the recording and back up next to him.

music plays loudly from your phone, filling the apartment living room with a pop song he’s heard a few times from your phone already. matt looks down at you, smiling unabashedly at the way you sway your hips back and forth before you lift your arm and tug on his t-shirt sleeve.

“now!” you say and he immediately bends down and picks you up as if you weigh nothing. he hauls you onto his shoulder with a wide smirk as he listens to you giggle loudly, easily maneuvering your body.

“okay, okay!” you say, lightly gripping the top of his head, your fingers curled around the strands of brown hair. “that’s good—put me down, matty!”

matt grins, “nah,” he tells you, “i think i’m good, babe.” he squeezes your calves, his hands warm through the thin layer of your black leggings. before you can say something else, matt does a quick succession of spins, laughing loudly with you, his hold tight enough to ensure you don’t fall.

“matty!” you squeal as he stops spinning. you glance at your phone and see that it’s still recording. you grin mischievously, remembering another tiktok trend.

you shake matt’s grip off of your legs, his arms immediately moving to catch you in the event that you fall. you wrap your arms around his neck and shoulders, your tongue peeking out in concentration, and throw one of your legs over his shoulder so your pelvis is pressed into his ear.

matt’s laughter fills your ears, unsure and shy, “what’re you doin’ there—?” he tries to ask before you start humping the side of his head, your palms pressing his head further into your body.

you laugh loudly as he scrambles to grip your thighs, quickening your movements against his brown hair. his fingers splay across your lower back and thigh as you begin to slip, your frantic movements causing your body to slide off his shoulder. matt catches you around the waist, stumbling slightly before he settles the both of you into a heap on the floor. laughter erupts from the both of you, your tiktok recording long forgotten and over.

“damn, babe, you set a brutal pace,” matt manages to say through his laughter. his dark eyes are alight with humor as he looks at you. he presses his lips to the top of your head, the action firm and grounding.

you turn in his arms and peer up at him through your lashes, batting them innocently, “learned from the best,” you teasingly purr, pressing a hand to his chest. the thump of his heartbeat under your palm further grounds you, allowing you to catch your breath.

matt’s hand comes up and grips the hand you have splayed on his body, long fingers dwarfing yours. his eyes deepen into a darker shade of brown and his tongue swipes out quickly to wet his lips. his lips quirk upwards into a cocky grin and his grip on you tightens, fingers moving from yours to slip underneath your shirt. “hm… think you might need another lesson, yeah?”

[starkeyisthelastname]

okay wait but would pornstar rafe ever fuck slow because this man + praise would kill me

deep thrusts+eye contact 😮‍💨💦

Pornstar!Rafe who feels 10x bigger when he fucks you slow. He was deep, real deep. You couldn’t help but look down, watching your pretty cunt stretch around his thick cock. Your knees were bent back, nearly touching your chest as he really wanted you to feel him tonight. His hooded blue eyes would watch you, your pretty lips falling open in a whine as he would slide out.

“Shit- baby.. already makin’ a fuckin’ mess.” He murmured, his thumb coming down to rub your leaking cream over your drenched folds. He’d bring that same digit to your mouth, sliding it between your parted lips as his other hand guided his fat cock back into you. “There’s my sweet angel.. just likes takin’ big dick up her pretty cunt, huh?” His voice low, pulling his thumb out so that his hand could grip your face.

He felt so fucking good, making you feel full in an entirely different way. You could feel every delicious inch of his cock, the tip rubbing your g-spot over and over with each painfully slow thrust. He was huge and the way he was talking you through it with that sexy voice was gonna have you cumming real soon.

“You are doin’ so good for me, so goddamn beautiful. All fuckin mine.” Rafe mumbled, his eyes focused on you as you stared to come undone. He noticed your eyes start to roll back, a signal that you were about to cum. He gave you a firm slap, bringing back your attention to his face. “Keep your fuckin eyes on me when you cum.. yeah there you go.” He smiled as your pretty irises met blue ones.

The pressure you were feeling and overwhelming pleasure that was hitting your body had you moaning his name all while he made you look him in the eyes. You couldn’t control it, your pussy clenching as he made squirt all over his toned stomach from his slowed thrusts. “Good fuckin girl.. let that shit go.. you know I love that shit..” He groaned, encouraging you on as his hand down to spank your clit to make you gush more.

[papayacinnabun]

my valentine - oscar piastri

oscar piastri x fem!reader

word count - 1.8k

summary - your boyfriend takes you on a special date, and a special ride...

warnings - 18+ mdni, smut, oral f receiving, p in v, unprotected sex, car sex

a/n - happy valentines day! oh god i wish i had a rich boyfriend who loved me 😮‍💨 masterlist

sweet.

that's how the bouquet of roses oscar brought you smelled. satisfyingly sweet.

he presented them to you when he picked you up from your apartment, standing dorkily in front of his sleek mclaren 720S. oscar was grinning like a kid in a candy store as he handed them to you, placing a tender kiss on your cheek to not mess up your fresh lipstick. 

“you look so beautiful my love.” his praise always made you blush, warm and well-timed.

“thank you baby, you look very dashing yourself.” you stepped back for a moment to admire your boyfriend in his suit, he obviously went all out for the occasion.

“i had to dress up for my valentine of course,” he said as he took your hand to help you into the car. that made you laugh. it sounded so dumb and lovesick that you both treasured valentines day so much, but oscar was someone you wanted to celebrate with all the time if you could. 

everyday with him was bliss, and it felt like a dream you never wanted to wake up from. its a rare thing to find someone who understands you completely and expresses themselves without farce, but you truly found that with oscar.

and now almost a year in, you sat across from each other in the candlelight of a swanky monaco restaurant deliberating over what to order. 

you looked up from the menu to admire oscar. his brows were knitted together in a thoughtful expression, eyes scanning over the myriad of entree options. he was clearly torn about what to order, making you giggle at his seriousness. 

“what are you getting?” oscar asked as he looked up, eager for some help. 

“having a bit of trouble there osc?” you croon teasingly, reaching out to rub his hand. he gives you a look that screams ‘hey don’t make fun of me’, and envelopes your small hand in his. “fine, i think i’ll get the salmon. it sounds very good.”

he makes a noise of confirmation and nods his head, bringing his attention back down to the menu. “i’ll get the same, i trust your judgement.”

and that’s how it worked between you. even for the smallest, most trivial things, you just trusted each other. 

two hours and some glasses of expensive wine later, you walked out of the restaurant hand in hand. 

“that was lovely baby, thank you so much” you mused, squeezing his hand a bit tighter.

“i’m glad you enjoyed it, love. i’m thinking we head back to mine and have some cake and watch a movie, how’s that sound?” his hand left yours to rest at your waist, pulling you closer to him. his hand smoothed over the thin fabric of your dress, sending goosebumps all over your skin. 

your eyes lit up at the mention of cake, oscar knew it was your favorite dessert. but the tension between you two was even more delicious, oscar’s hand starting a chain reaction of desire in your body. 

“sure you don’t want a different type of dessert first?” you wiggled your eyebrows suggestively at him, causing a wide grin to break out on his face. 

“are you offering?” he asks jokingly, his hand gripping a little tighter at your waist. 

you blushed and tugged your bottom lip into your mouth, shrugging playfully as you finally approached the car. it was parked on the street because oscar knew you wouldn’t want to wait for the valet and waste the night. 

he opened the door for you, hand only leaving your waist at the last minute to help you in. your dress rode up a bit as you got in the car, the long slit in the fabric exposing the soft skin of your hip a bit. oscar’s eyes darkened, glinting with something new. desire?

he gets in the driver’s seat and starts the engine, his gaze wandering back over to your thigh. 

oscar abruptly turns the engine off. 

“oh are we not goi-” you start, a bit confused. 

“get in the back.” he interrupts, voice low. 

“osc you’re out of your mind.” you shake your head, adrenaline steadily coursing through you now. 

“i need you now baby, you’re driving me crazy.” he leaned over to look at you, his large hand coming up to rub the inside of your thigh. the feeling made your brain go numb. 

“we’re in public!” you whine out, getting a bit frustrated as his hand traveled closer and closer to the lacy edge of your panties. 

“don’t worry, the windows are tinted. i’m gonna take care of you beautiful, just need to have you right now.” he whispers, breath sending shivers down your spine. a whimper escapes your throat involuntarily. 

you finally nod, lust overshadowing your rational thinking. you unzip your dress, shrugging it off to reveal your dark red lace lingerie. oscar’s eyes got wider, unblinking as he looked you over. kicking off your louboutins, you climbed over to the backseat, his needy hands on your waist assisting you.

he looks at you like a wolf does its prey, determined and hungry. 

his suit jacket and tie are quickly torn off and abandoned in the driver’s seat as he raced to join you. 

immediately his hands were all over you, caressing and groping every inch of your skin like it was the first time he was seeing you. 

“hiding this from me? naughty girl. would’ve left the restaurant sooner if i knew. always so pretty for me.” he praised as his lips ghost over your neck, leaving the lightest kisses as he traveled down to your collarbones and over the lacy material of your bra. in one movement he undid the clasp and pulled it off, revealing your supple tits. 

oscar moaned at the sight of your perky nipples, running his thumbs back and forth over the peaks. your eyes fluttered closed in bliss, savoring the warmth of his large hands massaging your breasts. 

“kiss me, please” you practically begged him, needing to feel his mouth against yours. he didn’t hesitate to capture your lips with his, soft and gentle at first, but steadily becoming more hurried and messy. he couldn’t get enough of you. 

you kissed each other so fiercely, teeth clashing together. your hands reached up to pull at the hair at the nape of his neck, making him groan into your mouth. 

“fuck- need- to- taste- you,” he said in between open mouthed kisses to your neck as you squirmed under him. finally his fingers wander down between your legs, rubbing your aching clit over the red lace. you gasp as he pushes the fabric aside and dips into your wetness, collecting it with his fingers. he stares into your eyes as he lewdly sucks his digits clean of your juices. 

oscar gives you no time to react, leaning down to lick a stripe up your folds. your mouth falls open in bliss as he wraps his lips around your sensitive clit, sucking lightly.

he expertly maneuvers his tongue, eating your pussy like a man starved. he hooks his arms under your thighs to pull them over his shoulders, pulling you closer to him. “sweetest little pussy all for me,” he breathes out quickly, barely wasting a moment before diving back into your slicked folds. 

your back arches off the leather seats, feeling the familiar buildup of your release. his hold on your hips tightens as his tongue circles tantalizingly over your puffy clit, before closing his lips around the bud. 

“please… wanna cum,” you whimper out as his tongue delves inside you, nose bumping up against your sensitive bundle of nerves. you shamelessly rock your hips up against his face for more friction, earning a groan from oscar that reverberates through your core. 

“give it to me baby” oscar encourages, speeding up his movements. a choked sob travels up your throat, your orgasm ripping through you harshly. your pussy clenches around nothing as oscar greedily laps at your release, finishing by pressing small kisses to your thigh. 

“gonna let me fuck your pretty cunt now? make you cum all over my cock too baby?” you were already flustered from your orgasm, but his words made you blush even more. brain too fuzzy to speak, you just gave him a desperate nod and reached up to fumble with his belt. 

oscar chuckles as he helps you unbuckle it, all while keeping your legs hoisted over his broad shoulders. finally he frees himself from his boxers, his hard cock smacking against your stomach. he guided his tip to your entrance, toying with your puffy clit before slipping inside. rubbing your hip reassuringly as he pressed in inch by inch. oscar was big. he filled you up completely, your tight cunt struggling to accommodate all of him. 

“you can move osc, feels good” you practically cry out, pussy fluttering around his length. he leans down to kiss you passionately, beginning to thrust his hips at a steady pace. curses fall from his lips, squeezing his eyes shut as your warmth envelopes him completely over and over again.

“i love you so much baby,” he professes, hands digging into the soft flesh of your tits. you bring your hands up to his face, stroking his cheeks softly with your thumbs. 

“i love you more,” you gasp as he picks up his pace, the sound of slapping skin filling the car. he fucked you harder, practically bending you in half as he drills into your perfect cunt. his cock hit the deepest parts inside of you, your orgasm slowly building up again. 

“oh god i’m almost there,” you cry out as you approach your peak, hands grasping his strong biceps for support. every inch of your body was on fire, pure pleasure coursing through your veins. only oscar could make you feel this way, so loved and filthy at the same time. it was uninhibited ecstasy. 

you scream his name as your orgasm sends waves of shock through your body, your cunt pulsing as oscar thrusts into you deeper through the high. 

“so beautiful baby i’m almost there. shit, you take me so perfectly, gonna cum inside your pretty pussy.” he slurs, drunk on pleasure. just seeing you fall apart brought him even closer to the edge, his restraint falling apart. 

“fill me up osc, wanna feel you” you urge breathlessly, whining as your overstimulated clit brushes against his skin. his movements grow ragged, slowing down as he thrusts one final time and releases inside you. your name falls from his lips as his hot cum paints your walls, filling your needy cunt. his cock throbs as he pulls out, hissing at the sensitivity. 

“you alright love? that was unreal” he praises as he kisses your forehead gently. 

“mhm” you nod tiredly, watching as cum leaks out from your hole, “shit we made such a mess on these nice seats.”

oscar lets out a laugh and guides you to sit up leaning against him for stability, “definitely worth it love.”

“it was amazing, but i still want my cake you promised.” you pout, rubbing his face tenderly. 

“of course, my valentine. but lets take a breather before we drive back, you took everything out of me.” 

[namism]

Hey! Can you do some Sanji headcanons about y’all’s first time and afterwards. I want it very descriptive 🤭

your first time with: sanji

➳ categories: canonverse, female reader

➳ warnings: nsfw (afab reader, you and sanji are virgins, aftercare, visual references are provided; click to your heart's content, but remember that these are merely references and the reader is NOT depicted a certain body type/skin color in the narrative)

➳ notes: feedback is appreciated because idk how to write hcs! i added a little something to the prompt and i enjoyed writing it 😮‍💨😩

You and Sanji are always being interrupted that it's almost funny.

You want to lose everything to him since you've been seeing each other for quite some time, but you have never had sex yet and it's getting frustrating.

Unfortunately, the universe seems to hate the both of you because there is always some sort of disturbance that prevents you from having each other.

For instance, when a simple kiss turns into a heavy makeout session at the bathroom of the Thousand Sunny, Sanji would have his fingers playing with your clit, teasing and edging the fuck out of you because he loves watching your face contort into expressions of pleasure.

His other hand would play with your tits as he moans into your mouth loudly.

Unfortunately, his idiot Captain would interrupt the both of you in the middle of the act.

Sometimes you would ignore Luffy and continue, but when that happens, Luffy would bang on the door with his fists until he officially ruins the moment.

The lust is then replaced by awkwardness and annoyance.

Only then would you whine in frustration, slipping your hands off Sanji's chest while he angrily lets go of you to cater to his Captain's growling stomach.

On some days, when you really can't handle the ache in between your legs anymore, you would sneak into the kitchen after dinner to seduce Sanji here and there, asking him for a quick fuck on the counter while nobody is around.

However, Sanji being Sanji, he turns you down because he hates kitchen sex.

(He thinks it's a disgrace to food and the place where he makes the food. Sorry to all the kitchen sex Sanji lovers out there; it's a hot take, but I do stand by it.)

That said, you're left even more frustrated.

Even though the both of you can't get privacy on the ship, you still try to force it because why not?

There's a bed there and everything, so if you can get at least 20 minutes to yourselves, you would both be satisfied.

Thus, off you go, trying and trying and trying... but it still isn't enough.

Sanji would be balls deep in your mouth, cum running down his dick as you run your tongue up and down him so seductively.

You're ready to take him there, ready to lose your "v-card" to this man for looking delicious as fuck, that you bob your head up and down him with hasty excitement.

He would be reaching his high any moment now, feeling that tight knot at the pit of his stomach that calls for his release, but a knock on the door interrupts your life-changing blowjob.

At that second, you and Sanji are scrambling to your feet to make yourselves presentable, groaning to yourselves at the stupid interruption.

It's Chopper seeking for help, but as cute as he is, you're personally just mad as fuck that the moment was cut short.

Since the Thousand Sunny is too occupied, you and Sanji sneak off into town, finding a place where it's convenient to fuck.

Unfortunately, nine times out of ten, you still get disturbed by either 1) a Straw Hat, 2) an innocent local, or 3) some natural cock-blocking phenomenon that you just wish never happened.

The many times you and Sanji had to cut things short exceeds the number of fingers you have combined.

Since sneaking off into public doesn't do the job, you decide to bring Sanji to a love motel, where you can finally fuck to your heart's content.

That way, there's no hungry Captain, no little reindeer, and no other cock-blocker that can ruin the moment.

You and Sanji are virgins, but that doesn't mean you haven't explored each other before.

You've gotten away with many makeout sessions, fingering, blowjobs, and all that kinky shit in the past, so despite your lack of actual fucking/penetration, you know how to navigate each other's bodies.

Well, except when the situation gets too real. All of a sudden, Sanji is a nervous wreck as he feels that today is the day that you will finally get to fuck each other with no interruptions, and you would be lying if you said that you aren't nervous, too.

It hits you both like a truck that this is your first time taking each other.

It starts off slow and sweet with the both of you trying to register that it's actually happening.

Sanji kisses you like normal: hungry and eager, but reassuring to let you know that he won't hurt you.

Fucking Sanji for the first time includes everything you've done together in the past just because you finally have the moment to yourselves.

He'd finger you just the way you like—maybe even eat you out since he isn't in a rush—and praise you for how great you're doing.

Sanji is amazing at praise because he can't imagine himself being derogatory (even if you ask him to).

He loves to whisper the sweetest praises to you that keep you going, ending it all with a nickname that only he calls you.

He's so good with words that it turns you on, combined with the obvious fact that you're losing your virginity to him and he's losing his to you.

He would talk about it as he fucks his fingers into your pussy.

"I'm readying you for something bigger, princess. You're doing great."

When Sanji is done fingering you, it's your sign to get down on both knees and play with his dick.

You do the one thing he loves a lot: eye contact.

Sanji can get lost in your eyes as you suck his dick everyday and he wouldn't be mad about it.

He finds it sexy that you know how to hold a stare because there is nothing that he loves more than a confident woman who can make him pathetically crumble.

He melts into a puddle when he watches you stare him down with a mouth full of cock.

When it comes to actually fucking you, Sanji can't wait to position you on the bed where he wants you.

He has fantasized about entering you so often that he has a mental list of positions that he wants to try... but first things first, he asks you several times if you're ready and if you want to keep going.

He can't help it. Even though you both want it so badly, it's your first time doing anything of the sort, so he doesn't want you to regret it if you aren't up for it.

You always appreciate him asking you. Even as you kiss and do the cutest things, he always asks for permission.

This time, you're more than ready—so you nod at him, giving him the sign that he can proceed however he wants.

With that, he'd slowly push himself in you as he laces your fingers with his for comfort.

Once you're comfortable enough, that's when his lust starts talking.

Remember his mental list of positions?

One of them is having you on top of him.

He loves it when you ride him. It turns him on when you're facing him as you ride his dick because he has a great view of your tits, allowing him to lean forward and capture your nipples in between his lips.

However, he still loves reverse cowgirl. Even though he has his favorites, he won't deny himself of the opportunity of seeing your ass that way. That said, when you change positions, he turns you around gently so that he has a full view of your ass.

Once you're tired, Sanji would take control by laying you on your back and deciding what position he would like to see you in next.

Experimentally, he turns you on your side and raises one of your legs up as he pounds into you.

It turns him on further as he looks down at where you and him connect, watching himself disappear in you with every thrust forward.

He feels great pleasure in hearing you moan for him. Since it's your first time, Sanji asks you often if you're feeling alright, especially when your moans get louder all of a sudden.

When it comes to cumming on you, Sanji makes sure to ask you first.

He knows how sex and conception works; he isn't stupid. If you aren't on contraception, he makes it an important quest to ask you where you want him first, ensuring that he doesn't get you pregnant after your first time together.

He asks you when he's reaching his high.

"Where do you want me, my princess? On your tummy?"

Your tummy and your backside are the safest options, so he pulls out first, then releases.

After the sex, Sanji collapses on the bed and waits for you to calm down. Afterward, he peppers you with lust-free kisses, just sweet ones out of pure joy that you finally got to fuck each other after many tries.

He goes back to being the gentleman he is and cuddles you under the blanket. He enjoys the moment because he doesn't get to do this with you on the ship. The fact that you're already both naked is a bonus for him.

Sanji is totally the type to give excellent aftercare. After losing your virginity and getting absolutely fucked with passion and lust, he understands if you need a hug or two... so that's exactly what he does.

He stays with you on the bed, patting your head and cuddling with you, until you're ready to collect yourself and get dressed.

...although the crew won't be leaving until tomorrow, so you enjoy your stay at the island after an unexpected Round 2.

(Blame Sanji. He just can't resist you, but you can't resist him either.)

[ybklix]

Wearing lose shirt with nothing underneath & sitting on his lap ?? 😵‍💫 Lee know?

minho’s lap😮‍💨

take it off

♡ lee minho

⟡summary: Your boyfriend loves to tease you and make you feel good even after a tiring day at work.

❀ pairing: idol lee know x fem reader

♡ genre - warnings: smut, established relationship, dom! minho, teasing, slight dirty talk, fingering, masturbation, spanking, unprotected sex

word count: 3k

a/n: my first request ig wohoo u little minhoes, is this how it works? lol, i had this in my head since minho is tio by zayn coded

You missed Minho, you haven't seen him for days because he was busy at work, you knew that during these dates it was difficult to see him, and then it became almost impossible once he returned to make his presentations, even staying all night in the place. But tonight he promised to see you, lately he ended up so tired that all he did was go to his dorm to rest, sadly you had to insist that he agreed to see you, he also missed you intensely but when it came to his work he got too serious, after all, he had a reputation and image to maintain.

You had cooked for Minho variety of his favorite dishes, you were a little exhausted but it would be worth it to see his tender face light up when he ate something delicious. You were in the kitchen, setting everything up when you heard the characteristic sound of your door indicating that someone was coming in, you smiled broadly and almost run to your foyer to see who it was. Minho was wearing blue jeans, a simple white shirt and a thin jacket loose to his body, he was completely covered even though it was a hot summer day in the city, he couldn't risk being recognized.

You pounced on him and hugged him by the neck, you had missed him so much you couldn't get enough of saying it, Minho reciprocated the hug right away, holding tightly to your lower back.

“Oh, y/n” Minho said while he could still breathe in the smell of your hair.

“Don't let us stop seeing each other for so long” you warned him in a stern but gentle tone once you parted.

Minho smiled as he watched you tenderly and nodded, removing his jacket and face mask.

“What's that?” you asked him as you noticed he was carrying plastic bags from somewhere he shopped in his hand.

“Ah, a dessert for later, come on let's go” Minho added confidently, walking into your apartment.

Minho walked next to you to the kitchen with his hand gently on your butt and finally saw what you had cooked for him.

“Woah, it looks delicious. Thank you, love” Minho walked over to you giving you a kiss on your head.

You watched his round eyes sparkle as he sat down to eat, you wanted to hear everything from him, even though you texted daily and were updated on every single thing he did, you wanted to hear him talk and talk.

“I'll take a picture and post it” he said before picking up the chopsticks.

You smiled at the horrendous angle he took the pictures and joined him for dinner. You didn't want to ask him about work, his face looked a little dull and tired that you didn't know if it was right to start talking about it, but there was nothing else to say, since he spent more time at the company than with you, you both knew that starting a relationship would be sometimes a lonely dynamic, still it was worth every second when you were with him, as if he rewarded you double and you forgot that you don't see him that often. Still you tried to be gentle and say to him:

“Did you have a long day today?”

Minho looked at you and stopped eating for a second.

“Yes, kind of, it was long because it was a day of waiting and small recordings, there were no rehearsals so I found it tedious.”

You could tell it was one of those days by seeing his perfectly coiffed hair and light makeup a bit already worn on his face.

“Did you pick the best pictures for the album?” you said to him amused.

“Sure, I posed like this” he replied amused making a random pose by putting his hands behind his head.

Minho smiled, adorably raising his high cheekbones and you caught his laughter. He kept telling you more details, you adored listening to him talk, he even shared his upcoming schedule to see which days he could dedicate his day only to you, you sighed watching him, sometimes you wanted to be a clingy girlfriend going everywhere he went but, you had to keep your posture.

“When we go to Busan, you're coming with me, I'm not asking you” he commented seriously looking at you intensely, you knew him well, yes he meant it but his intention of being intense was just him being a bit of a tease.

You nodded, giving him a kiss on the cheek; after a few minutes he wanted to tidy up and wash all the dishes used as he was always helpful no matter what, you begged to help him as he insisted that you should stay seated to rest the food.

You were next to him, helping him to dry the dishes while Minho washed each pot cautiously, you loved the closeness of his body, honestly you were totally willing for tonight to be one of those tender ones where later he takes a shower and you both go to sleep cuddled up, but you lost yourself in the movement of his big soapy hands, the skillful crush of the sponge and his marked arms with notorious veins... that's when you realized that you didn't just need Minho's company, you needed everything from him, and when you least thought about it, you remembered that it had been long days without sex. You decided to blame your random horny thoughts to the heat of the day, despite having your apartment cool, outside it was a total mess, strong sun during the day and dry and hot nights, you wore shorts and a loose button down blouse that Minho bought you on one of his many trips, he always did that, he bought something for you, but definitely his favorite thing to give you as a gift was clothes that matched his.

You were relieved that Minho didn't notice that you suddenly became aroused at the thought of his hands touching your body, nor that he noticed you looking at him shamelessly, he was just there innocently helping you wash your dishes; otherwise if he had noticed he would start with his double meaning comments and his arrogant little smile, you didn't want it now, you felt completely needy that you didn't need any more humiliation by your boyfriend.

You both finished and Minho decided to rest a bit in your living room making himself comfortable on the couch.

“You'll stay here to sleep, right?” you asked standing in front of him.

“Mmhum” gasped Minho as he stretched his body closing his eyes and trying to relax, “Seungmin is in charge of the dorm, I told him not to disturb at all.”

Minho stared at you, you smiled and were ready to sit next to him until you noticed how he patted his thigh indicating you to sit on his lap, you couldn't be happier and fell on his legs hugging his neck, positioning your body sideways on top of him. You loved sitting on his lap, his thighs were strong and worked, you were so comfortable and your ass accommodated perfectly with no problem, Minho also knew how much you loved it too, as well as slapping his thighs with your ass as you jumped on his cock.

For him it was simple, when he wanted to have you, he did, he would get hard in seconds when it came to you, he still loved to tease you and prolong the process, torturing you both.

“How much did you miss me?” he murmured with an arrogant tone in a low, thick voice.

You slowly lost your sanity as you looked into his leering eyes and heard his tone, oh god, you thought, of course he was going to fuck you tonight, you were so excited that your lower part started to react. Minho was holding you tightly by the waist with his left hand while with his right one, he caressed your thighs.

“You know that I missed you so much, Minho” you stared at him.

“I needed you too, princess.”

He said and moved closer to you to give you a slow, fiery kiss, you needed him so much, you wanted to jump on his cock now, you were so wet and ready, you wanted to feel full, you could feel him too, so hard in a short time, but Minho… he liked slow play and it was killing you inside.

You moaned between the kiss and pulled your body back as you felt Minho's heavy, warm hand rub your center on top of your garment, you knew perfectly well that Minho could keep you like this for a long time, kissing you hotly until your lips swelled; his hand on your waist began to slide inside your loose blouse finally feeling his touch of skin on yours, making you feel so good, Minho moved his hand up to notice your exposed tits, cupping them tightly as he moved his kisses down your jaw and neck, he was still surprised by the sudden delight of feeling your breasts in his hand.

“Why aren't you wearing anything underneath, princess?” he gasped between kisses, feeling his heavy, hot breath on your neck.

You hated talking when Minho made you so bad, your breathing was so ragged and ragged, but knowing him, you knew he always wanted an answer; if you didn't he would make a sudden move on you and growl through his teeth 'I'm talking to you'.

“It's a hot day and... I'm in the comfort of my home, Minho…” you tried to sound as poised as possible.

Minho smiled sideways and squeezed your nipples and the grip on your pussy tighter, causing you to reflexively close your legs a little.

“Or is it because you love to tease me and were so ready for me, kitten, wearing clothes with easy access” Minho whispered in your ear, massaging your breasts harder, “Besides, how do I know you weren't out there like a little slut going shopping to make dinner with nothing on underneath.”

You shook softly, when he made those kinds of comments you knew you were in for a bit of physical punishment so you bit your lip at the memory of his heavy hand on your ass.

“Stand up for a moment baby” he ordered you in a rough voice, you almost moaned as you stopped feeling his hands on you, it felt so wrong when he stopped touching you, “Turn around” he said and positioned you with your back to him.

You listened as he sat up a little from the couch and suddenly you felt his hand squeeze your thigh and then both them search for the button of your shorts, deftly removing them, you were so excited by every slow movement your boyfriend made and it was so unexpected, in a second he could kneel you down and make you suck his cock, or bend you over and start penetrating you, curiosity was eating you to know what he was going to do with you, but you just decided to enjoy every second of it.

Minho took the elastics of your panties and pulled them tight leaving your sensitive and wet pussy exposed, he massaged your ass with two of his hands and you felt a soft kiss on your skin, suddenly nothing, you turned around confused and found your boyfriend trying to pull down his tight pants from his thighs, despite being a bit baggy, once he sat down they became tight on his big legs and finally free him of that denim that burdened his cock. You bit your lip internally screaming to feel his stiff penis in you; Minho pulled down his underwear releasing his throbbing sex full of energy.

“Come here” he grabbed your arm tightly, “I want to smack your cute ass a little.”

You frowned confused trying to have an explanation, “But..” you tried to say but Minho was being rough moving you.

You swallowed nervously and put your abdomen on his thighs, leaving your ass at his mercy as you felt his erection rubbing a little on your waist.

“Don't expect me to be gentle” moaned Minho, lifting your big, loose blouse a little and giving you a hard spanking and then squeezing the injured area.

You gasped in pain, and pleasure as you felt his fingers fuck your entrance all of a sudden, Minho gave you another four hard spanks with his right hand, leaving his hand branded on your ass while with his other hand he mercilessly moved his fingers in you, you were so close to cumming from the pain and pleasure that you felt a little guilty that you find something like that so fucking exciting, but that was Minho, if he didn't make you suffer a little in sex then it wasn't him, even when you made love which was supposed to be sweet and romantic, he fucked you so deep that he made you dig your nails into his back.

Minho saw your legs contract waiting for you to unload all your tension, you were about to tell him you were going to cum, but he stepped forward and stopped, pulling you by your hair with his left hand and telling you full of desire, “Come here, I'm not done yet, you can't cum until I tell you.”

He made you sit back on his lap for which you moaned for your newly hurt ass, this time turning your back to him, you moaned as you felt his hard cock press against your back, he grabbed your waist a little to lift you up and position his dick between your wet labia, making you both moan, the firmness of his manhood felt so good pressed against your soaked cunt, enveloping it perfectly that you wanted to start moving, but you were completely in submissive mode, it was obvious that you couldn't do anything because it was one of those times when your boyfriend took total control.

Minho moved your loose hair out of the way and positioned his face on the side of your neck. He was so turned on he wanted to see everything of you, he was so needy for your pussy squeezing his cock but the long wait turned him on more, more with your needy gaze and sizzling gasps.

“Take off your shirt, baby” he commanded in your ear.

You were about to bend over and take it off over your head like any normal garment but Minho stopped you, “No, no, do it button by button.”

You almost whimpered at the feel of his throbbing cock under your dripping pussy and you being able to do nothing about it; with trembling hands you tried to do it as fast as you could while Minho watched with so much amusement.

“Good girl, you're a good girl for me” Minho murmured as he saw you managed to do as he asked, “Let's get it off” he gently slid your blouse off, finally leaving you naked.

“I want you to show me…” he muttered again, taking your dominant hand and bringing it to your cunt, “How much you missed me, I want to see how you played with your pussy pretending it was me, did you do that, princess?” gasped Minho.

“Yes” you moaned as you touched his tip pressing against your pussy.

It wasn't a lie, the nights were long and boring without Minho and your only companion at times was your faithful vibrator, but nothing compared to him.

You settled your body a little, rubbing your wetness against his erection and let yourself lean on his chest as you tried to stimulate your clitoris giving him the show he wanted. Your squirts were falling on his cock, you closed your eyes letting yourself go as he squeezed your thigh and your tit. Minho was getting the best view possible, watching you squirm for him as you rubbed his swollen cock.

You gasped, your entrance was a little hard to reach in that position and more so with your boyfriend's big erect dick between your folds.

“Were you moaning my name while you were doing it alone, you dirty slut?”

“Mmm… Mi-minho” you whimpered as you continued to play with your clit and subtly rubbed yourself on his cock.

Minho was so lubed too, he moaned to feel your little movements, if you kept this up he was about to cum too. You started stimulating yourself slowly but your heart rate was getting higher and higher, speeding up your own movements in your pussy too, you were so ready to cum on your boyfriend's cock that you were frustrated that you didn't want your own fingers to be the ones satisfying you, so you thought you were going to give him what he craved so much.

“Fuck me, Minho, do it now, please” you whined in his ear.

Minho smiled to hear you begging.

“Then sit on my cock now, princess, take it and ride it well” he gasped.

Agitated, trying to get back all your senses as you incorporated feeling the incredible wetness of your pussy and let yourself fall on Minho's cock, sliding so easily and smoothly inside of you, still, you ached. You both sighed in pleasure finally as you were joined and you began to jump up and down non-stop being heard in the room the grotesque sound of your wet cunt, your ass falling hard on Minho's thighs and the gasps of both of you.

“Cum for me, princess, cum all over my cock now” Minho whispered excitedly.

Minho helped you by holding your waist and when you felt a little overwhelmed you let yourself lean on his chest still with his t-shirt on and he began to ram you hard lifting his hips, while he played with your clit. You felt him so close too, you whimpered with bated breath and fell surrendered in orgasm, sitting on his cock and thighs.

“You did it so well, princess and dinner was delicious, thank you” Minho told you agitated but sweetly, stroking your hair.

[obsesssedblerd]

6 + Sukuna please 😮‍💨😫

first of many! let’s go!

#6: “Go on, tell them you’re mine.” 

 [18+, MDNI]

pairing: sukuna x f! reader

contains: smut, p-in-v, pet name (pretty little thing), a bit of choking, pwp, sukuna being petty, jealous gojo.

likes, reblogs & comments appreciated 🌸

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Your hand grips the bed sheets, but it does little to ease the way your head spins with pleasure. Your other hand slaps against your mouth to muffle the embarrassing sound that you make when Sukuna’s cock begins bullying your sweet spot with unearthly precision, however, he wouldn’t allow you to ruin his fun. 

“I don’t think so,” he growls, yanking your hand away from your mouth so your whines fill the room once more. “I want to hear everything. Every. Last. Sound.” He punctuates his words with sharp, savage thrusts, and you nod rapidly, stuttering apologies in between moans. A small, shuddering exhale on Sukuna’s right has him turning his head, smirking once he meets the eyes of his enemy—wrists bound, sitting still, unable to do anything but watch. 

“Aw, don’t look so sad, Satoru Gojo,” he says with faux sympathy. “I told you that this would happen. I would defeat you, and then this pretty little thing would be all mine to play with.” He looks back down at you underneath him; splayed so beautifully across his red bedsheets, and naked, save for the decorative gold chains that gently rattle with each thrust. His hand gropes one of your breasts, then trails possessively down your body, slowly but surely memorizing each slope and curve. “Not my fault that you didn’t believe me.” 

He fucks you harder, watching your eyes squeeze shut, mouth form an O-shape and your breasts bounce deliciously with each thrusts. “Ohh, fuck. S-Sukuna, please—” You beg as a rapid pressure begins to build in your abdomen. He leans forward so your faces are close, and he wraps a large hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to add to your pleasure. 

“Isn’t it nice to be taken by a king?” He asks you, but his eyes are on Gojo again. Taunting, tantalizing. “To be fucked by the real strongest?”

“Y-Yes,” You answer, then you feel him gently tilt your head towards the right. You open your eyes to look at Gojo, and if you weren’t being fucked within an inch of your life by Sukuna, you would’ve drowned in the sorcerer’s jealousy.

“Tell him how good it feels.” The King of Curses purrs near your ear, not slowing his thrusts. “Go on, tell him that you’re mine.”

“So good,” you gasp out, then moan deliriously when you feel his fingers rub circles on your aching clit. You’re close. So close. “S-So good… oh. I‘m all his. Only his. Don’t want anyone else…” 

Gojo’s jaw clenches, and Sukuna, pleased with your obedience, turns your head to look at him again. “Cum for me,” he commands, then captures your lips in a messy, soul-searing kiss. Your back arches off of the bed, your ears begin to ring and your vision whites out as you experience the most intense orgasm of your life. If you weren’t being kissed, everyone within a twenty mile radius would’ve heard your screams. 

The softness of your mouth, the fluttering of your pussy as you cum, and the intense, yet useless anger in Gojo’s soul is so good, so satisfying, that Sukuna chuckles behind your lips.

This is what victory felt like.

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a/n: lmao sorry gojo. 

prompt list <3

[pearlahearts]

Kinktober Day 4 - Uzui Tengen

pairing | uzui/fem!reader

warnings | smut, oral, fingering, squirting

notes| y'all, this one is a damn treat. had me feeling a certain type of way the whole time i was writing it...😮‍💨

uzui tengen + squirting

aside from being a hashira, tengen’s favorite thing to do is pleasure you, in any way that he can. whether it be a foot or back massage or pleasure in the bedroom, nothing made him happier than seeing you content and satisfied.

which is why he was more than willing to destress you today after a long day of work at your boutique. the customers today were so demanding, you were low on stock and overall, you just had a really bad day.

so here you are, laid down on your futon, your husband’s face between your legs.

you can tell he’s eager, with the way he’s frantically lapping at your folds, occasionally dragging his tongue across your clit to tease you. 

he eats you out like a ravished beast, sloppy and noisy.

you can feel the way the mixture of your juices and his saliva drip down you and onto the futon. the noises he makes are obscene. a mix of his deep groans and the wet, slick sound of him devouring you fills the room, leaving no room for your own moans to be heard. 

he finally brings more attention to your clit.

licking and sucking without stopping. between every drawn-out lick of your clit, he sucks it harshly. you try to close your legs, but his solid arms quickly wrap around your thighs, leaving you no room to move.

so you do the next best thing. 

you quickly reach down to grab his hair to ground yourself. tugging it with every suck and slurp he makes. 

he loves it when you tug on his hair. it lights an unwavering fire in him that has him tightening his grip around your legs and his tongue prodding your entrance before snaking its way inside you.

his tongue wiggles and writhes inside you, searching for your sweet spot. he occasionally pulls his head back to graze his teeth across your clit, sending shivers up and down your spine.

you're almost at your limit and he can tell.

with the way your fingers are digging into his scalp, how your legs are resisting his grip. from his quick glances up at your face, he can see the tears welling up in your eyes, your mouth wide open, letting your moans out loudly and freely. it’s a sight he’s willing to argue that nothing else could compare to it. 

suddenly, he’s removed his tongue from inside you, removed his arms from your legs and he’s hovering over you, between your legs.

he has his hands running up and down your sweaty body, taking you in. you let out soft little moans, the feeling of his hands relaxing you. 

your eyes are lidded with lust and fatigue, but you keep your eyes focused entirely on him. 

you’re taking in the way his mouth is shiny with your juices, the way his hair is a tangled mess, the way sweat drips from his neck down to his chiseled chest.

one of his hands moves to rest on one of your breasts and the other on your pubic bone.

the hand on your pubic bone moves down, covering your heat entirely with his hand before sticking two fingers inside of you.

you let out a low moan, his thick fingers stretching you out deliciously. 

he starts slowly, letting you adjust to the sudden intrusion. the squelching sound of his fingers thrusting in and out of you fills the bedroom.

your eyes have fully closed now, completely overtaken by pleasure.

tengen is taken by you. you looked ethereal in his eyes.

your eyes closed in pleasure, your mouth open, little moans escaping. The way you’re shiny with sweat. there’s not a more beautiful sight than this. nothing is more beautiful than you.

he lowers his mouth onto yours. he swirls his tongue in your mouth, letting you taste yourself, and you can’t help but moan out against his mouth.

he starts to pick up his pace. the palm slapping against your clit. his fingers curled up, tapping your g-spot with every thrust of his hand.

the feeling has you turning your head to let out loud moans. your hands find his back and the sheets, gripping and scratching at them to keep yourself grounded.

he once again picks up his pace. this time, alternating between curling and scissoring his fingers inside you. his palm now slapping against your clit and your moans become louder with each thrust of his hands.

your hips wiggle and writhe but it doesn’t slow down his brutal pace. the wet slapping sounds fill up the room, and the sound turns you on, more than you already are.

“t-tengen, I feel something,” you whimper out, feeling a pressure building in your abdomen. a pressure you’ve never felt before.

“it’s okay baby, just relax,” he soothes, his hand never letting up its pace. he moves his free hand from your breast up to your face to cup it and leans down to kiss you once again.

the pleasure and pressure are building up inside you. you're moaning, practically squealing against his lips.

he leans back from you, hand still inside you, and uses his other hand to press against your lower abdomen. the pressure is more intense now and you're not holding any moans back.

you can feel the pressure in your abdomen start to come to a crescendo, in seconds you're panting and moaning out, pleasure overtaking you.

you can feel your cum squirting out of you, something you’ve never experienced before. it splatters all over your legs, his arm, and his lower abdomen, completely soaking everything around you. 

his eyes are blown wide as he watches you cum, completely entranced. his mouth gaped before narrowing into a smirk.

“i wanna watch you do that again,” he says as he lowers his mouth onto your sensitive cunt, completely soaked with your cum. 

you look at him for a moment, panting, before you throw your arm over your eyes, preparing yourself for the long night ahead of you.

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[ddejavvu]

mean!logan forcing you to get off in his boot.. 😮‍💨

Pairing: Logan Howlett x Reader

send me mean!logan requests!

contents/warnings: smut, minors dni. mean!logan, degradation, boot riding, don't like, don't read.

combined with: 'mean!logan making bratty!reader fuck his boot to get off <3'

"I don't know what you're not understanding," Logan hums, his voice deceptively cold as you reach for the natural bulge of his tight suit, "You're not getting it. Not with the shit you gave me tonight."

"I didn't give you shit." You insist, and Logan's eyes dart warningly to yours. He doesn't appreciate being sworn at, but if he wants you to abstain he should consider himself first.

"You gave me nothing but shit." He corrects you. His hand swats yours away and he nudges you backwards on the floor with his boot, "You even managed to bitch about me trying to cover your back. I'm not giving you anything tonight- if you want something you're gonna have to do it yourself."

"I'm trying," You whine, fully aware of how pathetic you sound- recalcitrant to show off and desperate only when it benefits you, "You're not letting me."

"Don't tell me you've already gone braindead," Logan smirks, teeth glinting in the dim light of your apartment, "That usually only happens when I'm balls deep."

He presses his foot against you again, thick black boots mucky with dust, ash, and debris. It hits your inner thigh and you come to an understanding- Logan wants you to rub yourself on his boot like a desperate animal.

"I'm not-" You start, backing away indignantly, but it only means you get a better view of Logan, splayed out in his chair, arms heavily resting on the sides, liquor in one hand and a cigar in the other. He looks positively menacing, domineering in the way that he stares unimpressed down at you. His boot is still stretched towards you, not an offering but a command.

Your pussy pulses with need as Logan stares down at you, calculating when you'll sacrifice your pride for your desire.

It doesn't take long, but doing it means sacrificing your dignity. It's an easy decision to make, but you'll pay for it the next time Logan teases you.

"Fine." You huff, your confidence and contempt rather unconvincing as you scoot forwards again, "But- but this is demeaning, Logan. You're sick."

"Probably," He indulges in one of those predatory grins again, the kind that looks like it wants to part to take your skin between his teeth, "But you're probably even sicker for doing it."

"Shut up. You're- this is ridiculous." You gripe, cheeks aflame as you mount his boot, knees spread to allow you to rut your cunt against it. You feel need blossoming in your core, and the shame that shoots down your spine like a rod of lightning only enhances the situation. The first few experimental movements of your hips yield painfully lackluster results, but when Logan scoffs down at you, face still bloodied and beaten from fighting earlier, you feel pleasure prick at your core.

Something must show in your face because Logan laughs now, demeaning and haughty, "Oh, so you are liking this. But I'm the sick one? You're rubbing yourself all over my shoe." He emphasizes the word with a raise of his foot, sending the toe of his boot pressing deliciously against your clit, "That's pathetic."

"Shut up," You dig your nails into Logan's thigh where you're holding it for stability, but you can't stop yourself from grinding into the pressure he offers you by continuing to raise his foot from the ground, "Just- shut the fuck up, I'm trying-"

"You're trying to hump my boot," Logan snickers, taking a swig from his bottle and licking the residue off of his lips, "Well I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, honey. You're gonna have to do this all night if you ever wanna see my cock again- let alone feel it."

[juanarc-thethird]

Identity theft #1

Cinder: Okay, here's the plan: Neo will impersonate Pyrrha and enter her room to sabotage her weapons, so no one will know.

Emerald: Ok, but what would happen if her teammates show up?

Cinder: I wouldn’t worry about that. Nora and Ren are spending all day searching for the golden pancake, thanks to my amazing ingenuity.

Neo: "And what about the idiot?🤨?

Emerald: Yeah, what about Jaune? Is he busy too?

Cinder: Do you think that Dunce would question Pyrrha? Knowing him, he'd leave her alone while she "works on her weapons."

Neo: "But what if it does?🤔"

Cinder: So you deal with it, but under no circumstances should you throw away your cover, understood?!

Neo: "Yeah sure🙄"

Cinder: Good, now get to work.

Later that day.

"Pyrrha" enters Team JNPR's room, and begins searching through the closets for the real Pyrrha's weapons.

Pyrrha(Neo): (Which one is her closet?😒 I've only found bottles of maple syrup, tea herbs, and comic books. Don't tell me she doesn't have her…👀 Jackpot😎)

In the last closet, she finds Pyrrha's weapons, right at the bottom. She bends down to grab them but is surprised by a somewhat unusual touch.

Pyrrha(Neo): (Is someone touching my ass?!😡)

Jaune: Hello my love, did you hear that Nora and Ren won't be here all day?💕

Pyrrha(Neo): (Wait? They're a couple?! Wow... but I need to leave now. I'll just step aside and leave before anything else happe-AaaH~💕)

Neo feels Jaune's fingers slide inside her. His movements are slow and very stimulating.

Pyrrha(Neo): (God~, this is it, I need to get out of here before…😳!!!)

Suddenly she feels something hot and big between her ass cheeks. She looks back and sees a tremendous, well-endowed piece of meat looking at her directly.

Pyrrha(Neo): (Holy shit! Is fucking huge!😨)

Jaune: Sorry, I know you prefer it in bed, but you've made me so mad for you that I can't control myself. Is it okay if I put it inside you?

Neo can't stop looking at his member after he asked her that, and a silly idea popped into his head.

Pyrrha(Neo): (Well, Cinder did said to do whatever it takes to not blow our cover😏)

She looks at him and gives him a nod.

Meanwhile...

Cinder: Why is Neo taking so long?

Emerald: Maybe she stumbled upon something that can't get out yet?

Cinder: Maybe. Whatever it is, I hope it's a matter of life or death. Because if it isn't, she's going to get it.

Back to Neo...

Still wearing the "Pyrrha" disguise, Jaune has her on all fours, hitting her from behind with his tremendous meat stick, and choking her by the neck gently but firmly.

PLAT!PLAT!PLAT!PLAT!PLAT!PLAT!PLAT!PLAT!

Pyrrha(Neo): "💕😮‍💨💕🤤💕‼️"

Jaune: Oh god💕! You're tighter than usual! I think I'm gonna cum!

Pyrrha(Neo): (YEs!💕 Cum inside me!💕 I want to feel your delicious warm milk inside me!💕)

Jaune: Oh Fuck💕! Im close!

Pyrrha(Neo): (Do it! Make me yours!💕💕)

Jaune: Oh Pyrrha!!💕

At that moment she can't feel her insides filling with cum, so much that some of it comes out.

Pyrrha(Neo): ( FUuUCk YEeeEes!💕💕)

They both take a breath. Then Jaune pulls his cock out of her, and it all spurts out like a champagne bottle. Staining the floor with his creamy milk.

Jaune: Oh god, I didn't think I'd cum that much. Well, how about a shower and then we go work out a bit?

Pyrrha(Neo): *Nods back*

Jaune: Excellent, I'll wait for you inside.

He says and gets up to go straight to the bathroom. Neo looks at Pyrrha's weapons and thinks for a moment.

Pyrrha(Neo): (I guess this is my only chance to finish the job🫤)

She then hears the sound of the shower running.

Jaune: Pyrrha, come on. I need you to clean me very thoroughly~💕

Pyrrha(Neo): (Well, I can't say I didn't try☺️)

She gets up and heads towards the shower.

But in the midst of all this, she never realized that a person was watching them from the shadows, one very happy to see such an event.

??????: *Giggles* Interesting

To be continued…

[blackbirdsblackberries]

"I hate the new hero" is such a brilliant fic idea! I absolutely devoured it. 

 

Especially if we throw in some angst into it. *evil laugh*

Like, what if the harassment was too much that it affected the reader’s other life?

What was at first a way for her to hide her superhero identity.. had now made her doubt her vigilante work?

 

I know the BatBoys won’t act as low to actually physically harass who they thought was a civilian student, no matter how much they hate it, but they’ll definitely make their life worse. Online harassment, endless accusations, fake rumours that caused the reader to be hated by the entire school. 

 

Until one day you had enough. As much as reader love Gotham, wanting to protect it. But you were only a student now.. a teenage with a future to strive for, a future Gotham Academy could no longer provide you. 

 

‘Are these people the ones I risk my life every night for..?’

‘What was the point..’

All kinds of self deprecating dark thoughts swirl inside the mind of the teenage girl. 

 

After some thought, you decided. 

 

“I’m leaving Gotham,” Aranea announces, sharp eyes looking down the streets of the city from the high rooftop. 

 

Red Robin almost lost his cool, a cold shudder went through him at the horrifying revelation. It was so sudden, why are you leaving? Leaving Gotham? Leaving them? Leaving him?

 

His brilliant mind moved at an almost inhuman speed, creating hundreds of possibilities for why you would come to that decision.

 

But he just doesn’t understand. “Why?” He finally let out, his voice so low he was worried you didn’t catch it. 

 

But you did. “I have my reasons.” You sigh, your brows furrowing in distress.

 

Oh, how Tim wished he could kiss your worries away. It kills him to see you so troubled.

 

“Why? Is something wrong?” He urged, his tone sounding desperate. “I swear if Red Hood did something—“

 

“No,” You shook your head, “Nothing’s wrong. At least not with you guys.”

 

“Then what is it?” He eyes you, trying to read you. “Is it your day life? Your life behind the mask?”

 

You didn’t answer, avoiding his gaze. You were too quiet, it was such a strange sight. Your eyes held a certain sadness, your smile gone. It’s killing him.  

 

Your silence gave him all the answers he needed. “Then tell me, tell me who you are. Let us help you.” He begs; he knows he’ll do anything you ask him to, and he knows his family would do the same. 

 

“You know we can’t do that.” You shook your head. 

 

Damn, this is getting too long. Haha.. I’ll stop. But yeah. It’s a brilliant idea. 

 

Imagine how crazy he’ll react if he knew that he was the cause of your worries. He was the one who hurt you. The angst will be delicious. 

STOP YOU'RE ACTUALLY READING MY MIND!!

Not to spoil too much but in future chapters Reader will start to doubt themselves and cracks will show.

Reader may also look elsewhere for places to save. After all, Gotham already has so many heroes, what's one gone?

But they can't let the optimistic sweetheart of a hero go now, can they? You know what they say, you can take the man out of the city but not the city out the man...

Who said that?! 😮‍💨

And for the third paragraph, I absolutely agree! They wouldn't stoop so low as to actually assault Reader. But that doesn't mean they can't misuse the power they have over Gotham (both in their vigilante life and real life).

Though if I were to say one name that I think would get slightly physical (passive aggressively) I would have to say Dick.

Dick is such an emotionally complex character. Damian has learnt from his past and knows better thanks to Bruce, Bruce wouldn't risk anything and would instead just verbally cause harm, Jason doesn't actually resort to violence a lot - he yells, he punches walls, etc but he has never actually hit someone without proper reason/justification, Tim is above violence while a civilian.

The way Dick would do it would be so casual though - a hug too tight, a handshake that "accidentally" breaks a finger, a hard "pat" on the back that makes you spit out whatever you're eating/drinking, small things that don't seem like much.

I also want to state that the Reader is very complex as well with how I write them. Their true personality is cautious, ambitious, kind, sarcastic, kinda cold and loyal but they either display one part too much or too little - kind, loyal and ambitious during hero work is up to 100 while cautious, sarcastic, cold is hidden at 30. Whereas while a civilian they show caution, coldness, sarcasm at 100 with loyalty, kindness and ambition down to 30-40.

I won't say much more though, again Reader is you guys so their "true" personality is up to you - this is just how they're perceived by people.

[hamilando]

ੈ✩ wins and sunsets (smau) ੈ✩

pairing : george russell x fem reader

summary : the chaotic private account of the wag of the Austrian Winner 💫

tw : short and fluffy

a/n : it was requested by @goldenmclaren , Hope you like it 💫 ( and my apologies for taking so long and it being short)

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y/nrussell so proud of my yellow for his 2nd 💛

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kikagnome I cried 🥹

y/nrussell *we

maxtheax the British lad finally won, genuinely happy for you George💪🏻

georgey is the world champion congratulating me !? hamsandwich haven’t I congratulated before ever ? georgey… ofc, you a wdc as well

furalso excuse me !?

norizz the rookie wdc 🫶🏻 albono stop hogging the seat and let a young chap take over man furalso you take of your seat, little young man 🫡

norizz so proud of you mate 💫 and I am glad you found a girl like y/n, you both are literally meant for each other ❤️

y/nrussell is THE LANDO NORRIS saying soemthing sweet for once ? norizz take it or I will delete the comment 😙

albono he inspires for my first win 😤

chillsainz in that Williams ? albono it’s your future too 🌝 chillsainz I won my fair share of races mate maxtheax *3 chillsainz*61 😭 hamsandwich *104 😮‍💨 georgey stop boasting old man 👴

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y/nrussell kisses and sunsets 💋🌅💋

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georgey OYE

georgey STOP LOOKING EVERYONE

georgey Y/N, YOU ARE NAKED

georgey LANDO WILL START THIRSTING OVER YOU

norizz she is hot man 😃

georgey SEE, YOU ARE MINE

georgey MOI

pierreneedsgas as a proud French 🇫🇷 citizen, moi means me not mine

georgey CAN YOU NOT !?

pierreneedsgas ofc, my deepest apologies, do continue

lilihye ignore these idiots, love you look spectacular 🌟

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maxtheax george, that stupid kid only thirsts because apparently his daily night girl left him

norizz EXCUSE ME maxtheax what!? You only came knocking, 4am in the morning to ask me for some “spare change” for her taxi fare ☺️ albono oooooo sweet, sugary, delicious tea ☕️

lordperceval alex says that if lando wants, she can set him up with her friend

norizz ALEXANDRA, I LOVE YOU, YES PLEASE lordperceval dude, take the I love you back

y/nrussell Lando Noriss, can you stop thirsting over taken and married women of your friends ?

norizz alright, I will stick to the guy’s asses only 🍑