#her hands on my waist again to lead me through the crowd. Her hands were warm on mine

[magisteramentia]

Pride

It was a bit unexpected when a girl came up to me and asked if I wanted a free kiss during the parade.

I gave her a little smile, she was cute with her cute little bi-flag on her shoulder.

I looked at my partner, Julian, and he nodded at me saying, "Go ahead,'' I didn’t want him to be jealous, and I wanted to know if he was okay with the consequences of this seemingly innocent little kiss.

He knew what was bound to happen.

“Sure, why not.” He said.

Sure, why not. I thought. The girl was cute, her little nose, those dark brown eyes, her shiny black hair, and that lovely smile.

It made my heart jump a little bit.

I leaned down, puckered my lips and we shared what should have been an innocent little peck.

If it was anyone else.

The moment our lips touched I felt a connection forming. Like an electric circuit closing and linking her to me.

There was a soft moan, a visible shiver that ran through her body as she took a step back.

The poor little thing didn’t know what hit her. Blushing, she apologized and ran away, holding her friend’s hand. They dropped a small cardboard sign that read, “Free Kisses”. She probably thought that we would never meet again.

But it was done.

Julian and I walked down among the multitude, watching all the people wearing skimpy outfits, shibari in plain daylight, the shirtless boys. Lovely people in drag and more.

My lover waved his blue, white, and pink flag as we shared a kiss among the crowd.

We walked to the little alleys between the big building on the route of the parade.

He was panting, barely holding back. I grinned at him.

“Already?” I whispered into his ear.

As a reply, he simply nodded and moaned.

“This way,” I said and held his hand, leading him past a couple that were kissing against a wall. The sound of the music and the cheer faded to a murmur.

It was hot, both the weather and Julian. He was panting, his were eyes distant and filled with need.

No one had noticed the little rotor that I tucked inside his cunt before the parade began.

“Are you thirsty,” I asked.

He nodded, his eyes were pleading with me to do something, anything.

I took a sip from our water bottle and held his chin, kissing him, I made him drink from my lips.

My hands began to roam his naked chest, caressing him, I felt a tingling sensation.

She was close.

I felt her, heard her approach, trying to mask her movement with lithe steps.

Without looking back, I knew she was watching us.

I caressed Julian’s waist, my hands sliding down to the rim of his pants, unzipping them, pulling them down gently.

My tongue danced with his, my fingers slid between his legs, caressing his tdick, rubbing his hard nub.

Loud moans escaped from his lips the moment I broke the kiss.

Leaning into his ear I whispered, “Open your eyes, my darling, we have an audience.”

Julian, my obedient little boy. He complied, and I knew he met her eyes since I heard a little gasp from behind us.

But she didn’t shy away, she didn’t leave.

He licked and bit his lips, looking at her.

“My exhibitionist slut,” I said and slid two fingers inside his cunt.

Gasping, he closed his eyes and focused on the feeling of my fingers fucking his cunt. His moans became louder, he was performing for her.

There was that feeling, like electricity vibrating through the air, that connection. Her eyes darted between us, the lust began to consume her.

I closed my eyes and listened, to Julian panting, the distant rumble of the parade, the music.

And I heard her breathe, the way she fumbled in her clothes. I listened as she slid her hands between her legs, the way she tried to stifle a moan the moment her fingers touched her clit.

Julian pulled me closer, his fingernails digging into my skin.

“Come closer,” he said.

I could feel the doubts in her mind. The confusion and apprehension.

She took a single step forward and all that hesitation evaporated.

I hear her skirt drop to the floor before she knelt.

“What’s your name, little butterfly?” Julian asked between moans.

“Nicole?” She said, almost uncertain of their own name, then she added, “Nicky.”

I didn’t pay her much attention. I could feel her arousal grow. Her fingers playing with her clit, sliding inside her pussy. She was trying to feel what Julian was feeling.

She was dripping, fucking herself with the same cadence and rhythm as my fingers were fucking Jamie.

“How do you feel, Nicky?” He said, his voice dripping with need.

Nicky gulped, she looked around.

I took my fingers away from Julian’s cunt, and turned around, “Don’t.” I said and grabbed her chin, letting my fingers slide into her mouth. She took them with delight, licking them and closing her eyes, “Focus on this, on that feeling. Forget about everything else.”

I felt her consciousness begin to dim, “let go of everything else, just your pleasure and us.”

Both hands were on her pussy. Her left hand was fucking her, a little faster, a little harder; while the fingers of her right hand danced gently over her clit.

She was breathing hard. Her need was taking over.

Julian walked around her.

“Would you like to feel his fingers in your cunt, my little butterfly?” He said, whispering into her ear.

She moaned and eagerly nodded.

“Or would you like to feel his cock?” He groped her tits over the fabric of her blouse.

Nicky jumped in place and opened her eyes.

Immediately she saw my cock, rock hard above her face.

She gasped.

Julian grabbed her chin, looking into her eyes, he kissed her.

“Would you?” He said when they broke the kiss.

Nicky stared at him, blushing, she nodded.

“How about we start by serving him? Our master.”

Nicky averted her eyes. Her mind was going fast, trying to cope with what was happening.

Julian led her head and my cock.

The young girl looked up at me, closed her eyes, and whispered, “…Master.” Before kissing the tip of my cock.

The moment her lips touched my cock, I felt that connection grow. It was like electricity running through my body. Pleasure spreading from my cock, going up through my spine and spreading through all my body.

And I knew she was feeling the same.

I moaned.

She moaned.

For a second she shivered, kneeling and trying not to move. Pleasure going through her whole being was overwhelming her mind, her body.

Julian smiled and joined her.

His tongue ran from my balls and up my shaft. He was feeling the same shared pleasure as Nicky and me. But he was used to it.

It was addicting.

Julian helped her, moving her head. Kissing her over my cock.

After that initial connection, she slowly began to move by herself, enjoying my cock. Licking and looking up at me.

Julian’s fingers teased her pussy.

Nicky’s hand found its way to his cunt.

After a few moments that felt like forever, I was getting close.

Then I felt Julian, his mischief and desire.

“You are good,” he said with an impish smile. “But we don’t him cum. Not yet”

“Fuck.” I moaned.

Julian got up and helped Nicky stand up.

He unbuttoned her blouse, letting her tits out. She was not wearing a bra.

“Ever licked someone else’s cunt?” He said groping her body.

Nicky blushed again, turning a bit red.

“Just my friend. The one I was with?”

Julian leaned against the wall, he spread his legs and his cunt.

I smiled at him, going around Nicky, grabbing her waist, kissing her neck.

The girl whimpered, feeling that connection deepening with every touch between us.

“What happened to your friend?” I asked while I felt her firm breasts; while touching and pinching her nipples.

“She is waiting for me in a nearby cafe,” Nicky said.

Julian pulled her for a kiss. He smiled.

“Have you ever licked someone else’s cunt while a cock is fucking yours?” He said staring into her eyes.

Nicky shivered.

“You are going to love it,” he said and led her down between his legs.

I pulled her back, helping her bend at the waist. Nicky’s hands grabbed Julian’s ass and legs, not letting go.

I took a moment, waiting at the entrance, “Just one more thing,” I said caressing Nicky’s ass, grabbing her waist.

Julian grabbed her face and looked down at her, he caressed her lips and said, “If you do this, there is no going back. You can no longer feel without his cock. He is addictive. You can still go back, it was fun. And the connection will fade away with time.”

There was genuine concern in his voice. He loved this, but his connection told me he was worried.

Not everyone can handle it.

And.

He can get possessive at times.

With my hand on Nicky’s hips, I felt her mind panic. How could we be so mean? Showing her what this felt and stepping away? Taking it all back.

“Please?” Nicky said and in a single motion, she thrust back, fucking herself with my cock, and leaning down to kiss Julian’s tdick.

Nicky shook at moaned the moment my cock slid between her pussy lips. I felt her pleasure.

Their pleasure.

And they felt mine.

It was like a feedback loop, feeding into each other’s desires and lust. Moaning and grasping each other’s skins.

Julian pulled me for a kiss. Nicky clenched her pussy. I grasped Nicky’s hair, pushing her into Julian’s cunt.

We fucked each other.

Pleasure building up. My cock thrusts faster. Julian moaned louder.

I pulled Nicky close, grabbing her tits.

Julian pulled us both close.

He kissed her.

We all kissed.

Our connection burned bright.

Panting, sweating, focused on each other’s bodies. I kissed Nicky, a passionate and deep kiss this time.

Julian then pulled me and kissed me with love. Almost like he was asserting his place, reminding us he was there first. That he was mine.

Nicky then kissed Julian, caressing his face. “I don’t mind.” She said and pinched his nipple.

He laughed.

“Maybe next time you would like to bring your friend?”

Our little butterfly smiled.

“She’s been watching us for a while now.” She said, “You can come out now.”

Julian and I looked back to the entrance of the alley. There she was, staring at us. Kneeling and playing with her tits and pussy just like Nicky had.

“You are not the only ones that have a deep connection,” She said, and placed a finger on both of us, “But maybe… is it okay if I call my boyfriend? He must be worried, and might want to join us.” She winked at me.

I grabbed her chin and kissed her.

“Of course,” I said.

Julian pulled her close and kissed her too, “Of course, our little butterfly.”

———

We are back on the saddle. Things were tumultuous last year. Will make a post about that later on.

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[astral-catastrophe]

Goodness, we slow danced

[cassie48]

∙ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘺 ∙

Dark!Paul atreides x pregnant fem reader

(Smut included)

• pt2 •

࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎

Only one day after Paul’s near death experience, there was more drama, 𝗢𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲. Since Paul drank the worms blood, he had been slightly 𝗗𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁..

He was very, very protective over you. He always had been, but after waking up from your tears, he was worse. It had only been a day, and you were already becoming tired of it.

This morning as you walked around the temple, some Fremen came up to you, greeting you and taking your hand into their own. Although this had happened to you multiple times now, you still became uncomfortable and scared. They saw you as their queen.

Paul, out of nowhere came walking up behind you with immense power in his walk, putting fear on the men holding your hand.

He wakes straight up to you, ripping their hands from yours

“la talmasuha.” ( don’t touch her ), he spat wrapping his arm around your waist. The two men ran away quickly.

“Paul…they weren’t trying to hurt me” you said softly.

“My love, whether they were or not is not the point. No one is allowed to touch you.” He said, his voice darkening at the last part.

You huffed, your face scrunching up in annoyance, before looking at him, your frown faltering slightly. 𝗗𝗮𝗺𝗻 𝗶𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗺!

He pulled you into a hug, his hands going to your bump, which was now quite big. You sighed into the hug, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“How’s our son?” He asked smiling.

You laughed lightly “our son is fine, full of energy though. Woke me at all hours from kicking” you huffed.

Paul laughed at your words “just like his father” he said pulling away slightly, to place a kiss on your bump. He pulled away, giving your forehead a kiss.

“Come with me” he said, taking your hand in his leading you to the room full of Fremen. They had all been praying there since yesterday. Once Paul told everyone that the prophecy was true, they went crazy, praying immediately. He gently led to to the room slowly, knowing your body was tired.

As you two made your way through the crowds, the Fremen praised to themselves, touching you and Paul on the shoulders. It was all lovely, until one of the men on your right kneeled beside you, placing his hands on either side of your swollen belly, which was covered with an orange dress.

Paul whipped his head around as soon as he felt you stop, but when he saw that man with his hands all over you, he couldn’t control himself.

“kayf tajru ealaa lamsiha.” ( don’t you dare touch her). He yelled at the men, shoving him off of you.

“Paul!” You screeched as he shoved the man.

He said nothing as he took you in his arms again bringing you into the centre of the room with him, you two stepping up into what looked like a little stage.

Before speaking he turned around to you “ (y/n), if anyone ever touches you again you tell me” he growled, before turning with you to face everyone.

You stepped back a little, leaning against his side, not liking everyone looking at you. You buried your face in the back of his shoulder, hoping he didn’t do something too stupid.

Paul began speaking to everyone in the Fremen language, you understood some bits.

“I am paul Mua’dib atreides, Duke of Arrakis!” you heard him say in English. You stared at him, shocked at his confidence and power. But….you kind of liked it.

He turned and looked at you taking your hands in his. “hal yatamanaa 'ahadukum 'an takun zawjatuka?” He yelled at the audience

(Do any of you wish she was your wife?)

You stared as many looked away in fear and respect. He looked at you before continuing.

“an takun kadhalik abdan. 'iinaha tahmil tifli. milki” he told them, a dark anger in his tone. (She never will be. It’s my child she carries. Mine)

He continued on threatening other men, telling everyone he was the messiah and he would make Arrakis duke again. He also boldly said he’d make a claim for the emperors throne. This made you smile, these people deserved to live in their own planet without suffering.

After a few more minutes, Paul left the room bring you with him. You two spoke about plans on the way to your room.

Once there he helped you out of your dress, into a night dress. You lay on your bed, waiting for Paul to join you. Once he did, you turned and lay your head on his chest.

“Paul do you promise to stay with 𝗨𝘀 forever?” You asked, your hand on your belly. Fear in your voice.

“Of course my love. Why do you ask?” He said tucking some hair around you ear, away from your face.

You looked down “well..I don’t know I mean, you might be emperor and well..you might not want me anymore” you said your eyes filling with tears.

“(Y/N), you don’t seem to understand. I’ve seen my future, 𝗢𝘂𝗿 future. You are meant to rule along side me. Wel belong together, forever” he said kissing you softly.

“Promise?” You asked as he wipped your eyes.

“I promise sweetheart” he said leaning down and kissing you passionately. He pulled you up a bit, leaning in deeper.

“Mhm Paul” you whispered as his kisses went down your neck slowly.

“What, you want more?” He teased kissing you.

You nodded into the kiss, your hands going to his dark curls. His hands traveled all over you as he kissed you passionately.

Eventually, his hand went underneath your night dress and he slipped his finger into your panties. He teasing traced his fingers over your aching core.

“Paul!” You yelled out with a pout.

He smirked before slipping a finger inside you, kissing you as you moaned out loudly, he moved in in and out while his other hands traveled under you night dress, to your breasts.

You begged him for more, tears swelling in your big eyes. He obliged undressing as well.

He carefully slid inside you, both of you moaning out in pleasure. He pulled your night dress down slightly to have access to your perky breasts. He sucked them while pumping in and out of you.

You both rocked your hips, your bodies moving together like one, as you kissed passionately. Eventually you found yourself coming close to your climax.

“Paul I’m gon- I’m gonna cum” you whispered.

“Me too sweetheart” he said in your ear. A moment later you both came undone, him inside you.

You yelled out loudly, pleasure erupting from inside you.

“Thats right, you let them know your mine” he growled.

After you both came down from your high, he cleaned you up and gently slid your night dress onto you properly, while redressing himself.

“I love you Paul” you whispered before falling asleep on his chest.

“I love you too” he whispered back, watching you as you drifted off to sleep, his hands wrapped around your bump. Although his prophecy was long and full of adventure, 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁.

࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎

I’ll try to do pt3 soon too!!

[leahswife]

"mira, alexia"

summary: your national team is playing against spain and you can't help but tease your girlfriend and your club teammates before the game

the euro qualifications had been eventful, to say the least. you were proud you and your national team were able to qualify far enough to play against such a strong team like spain, but you knew your club teammates were going to be relentless and it was going to be no easy game for you.

nonetheless, you tried to keep the atmosphere light and playful, despite the anxiety filling in your chest and knowing how much this meant to everyone. but that didn't mean you couldn't have a conversation with your rivals during warm-ups, especially when you saw your girlfriend looking so focused. if it wasn't for the smile she gave you when entering the field with her team, you could swear she hadn't even acknowledged your presence.

you wouldn't take too long. besides, you were known for your teasing behaviour so it was no surprise to anyone for you to try to keep the light mood. you walked over to the spaniards, standing silently behind a stretching, clueless aitana. alexia immediately saw you when you were approaching and noticed the mischievous look on your face which prompted her to give you a stern look. that only made you snicker when you pushed your knee slightly against aitana's behind, throwing her a bit off her balance and plant her hands on the ground.

"mira, alexia. i'm gonna injure your players." you said, as you pulled softly on ona's braid, who quickly swapped your hand away. alexia rolled her eyes but didn't hide the amused smile on her face while she was focusing on her drills. aitana, however, quickly stood back up on her feet and turned around to look at you with a glare. you smiled and pinched her cheeks, "mi aitanita, no te enfades conmigo (my aitanita, don't get mad at me)". she couldn't help but smile at your accent when speaking spanish but was quick to put on her professional face again. "que haces aquí? go practice with your team, we have an important game, y/n." 

"i know baby, i just came to tell you how beautiful you looked." she scoffed, "no, you didn't." she crossed her arms. you weren't too much of a fan of pda but you don't know what it was about aitana, you've just always gravitated towards her and weren't shy to give her physical affection. you put your hands on her waist, not wanting to overstep in such a public place, with way too many cameras to count. "you're right, i came to ask you to let us win." you stuck your tongue out and she rolled her eyes at your statement with a smile, knowing you too well and when you were joking. you melted at the sight, aitana's smile never failing to make your heart flutter. "you wouldn't really want that." she said. you gave an exaggerated sight, "i knowww, sportsmanship and all, blah blah."

"you're such an idiota."

"you love it."

"i do."

you squeezed her waist and looked at her lips, frustrated you couldn't do more. so you blew her a kiss "i'm gonna kick your ass, bonmatí" "you better, y/l/n." she giggled and you let go of her waist, getting ready to go back to your team. she grabs your hand, "hey." "hmm?" "you'll do great, okay? i'm very proud of you." she said, with a soft smile on her face. of course aitana could see right through you and your jokes and see the anxiety within it all. that meant a lot to you and you made sure she knew that "thank you. really." you squeezed her hand before letting it go and running back to your team.

the match was ruthless, as one could expect when facing one of the best teams in the world, but you and your teammates fought hard and managed a goal in the back of spain's net. and no one could deny your defense definitely deserved a praise for the work they put in to defect all the shots spain got. still, that wasn't enough to put you in the lead, having lost 2-1. 

when the final whistle was blown, the crowd cheered for spain and the players who were on the bench quickly ran over to the rest of their team on the field to celebrate. you and your teammates were exhausted, some on the floor crying, but when your captain and coach called you to gather in a circle, you all came around. after a motivational speech from your coach and praising you for how far you've come, you couldn't help but feel the pride of your hard work. you played well, you knew you could improve but nonetheless, it was a good game. and you kept spain on their toes. that was fun.

after a bit, you all scattered around the field, thanking your fans for the support and congratulating your opponents. you reached alexia and congratulated her, about to tease her and call her 'la reina' but she cuts you off and wraps you tightly in her arms "you did well, nena". you couldn't help the tears that filled in your eyes. getting approval from someone you admired so much got to you and you were never really good at hiding your emotions. "heyyy" she cooed softly, cupping your cheeks and wiping the tears that started to fall down. you wiped your nose on your wrist, "see? now i'm all gross. muchas gracias, ale." you tried to make light of the situation in order to control all of the emotions you were feeling, but whispered your thanks to alexia and hugged her once more before letting go.

you saw aitana standing at a small distance from you two, smiling. you could tell she was proud of you, but right now you wanted to praise her, this was about her. you ran up to her and lifted her up in your arms, aitana letting out a squeal of surprise and joy. you didn't care about the cameras anymore, aitana's happiness was contagious and nothing else mattered right now but her. you put her down and placed multiple kisses on her cheek. she giggled and pulled you closer by grabbing your shirt "you really did kick our ass, bebé" "hah, bet you were expecting a clean sheet, weren't you, ballon d'or?". aitana was quick to slap your shoulder, "callate, idiota" reprimanding you for using that terrible nickname. she was too humble for her own good. "hey! you're hitting your girlfriend who just lost. have some empathy." she rolled her eyes but couldn't help the chuckle she let out, "your defense was making our job really hard, i have to tell you." she smiled up at you, her eyes bright. you wrapped your arms around her to pull her into a warm hug, snuggling your face in the crook of her neck. 

you just wanted to enjoy this moment, and having aitana's body pressed against yours was enough to make you relax, although you can't deny you wanted, needed her closer after having spent weeks apart. 

"just make sure you kick the french's ass." she snorted and nodded, "you know i will, bebé."

"meet me back in there for some smooches?" you winked.

"you know i will, bebé." she exaggeratedly winked back.

–

"ugh, get a room!" you don't even register whose voice is it that complained. you were too busy making out with your girlfriend outside of spain's changing room to care, but still chuckled into the kiss and pulled way. both of your lips were swollen and you could see the desire in aitana's eyes as she tried to pull you closer, even if at the moment it was quite physically impossible.

"go celebrate, okay?" you pecked her lips, and she whined, frustrated.

"i'll meet you at your hotel later, sí?" 

"am i your booty call, aitana bonmatí conca?" you fake gasped.

she grunted and wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you for a passionate kiss. "you are mi novia, and i want to celebrate with mi novia too." she pouted. your cheeks might start hurting from the amount of smiles this girl was able to pull out of you. "you are too cute, amor, can't wait to have you over later." your fingers grabbed her chin and pulled her closer, your lips brushing over hers, "i'll make sure you'll feel like a proper winner tonight."

a/n: yes i am terrible with titles and endings, sue me. also pretend that's reader in the gif hehe

[helen-with-an-a]

Embarrassing Moments

Hi. So this is my first real fic I've written but yeh. This is inspired by mine and @lyak12 's ramblings and daydreamings hehe.

Anyways, I don't think there are any warnings - it gets a little suggestive but no outright smut (if you get me) anyways here it is

Lucy Bronze x reader

TW: Suggestive (no outright smut - lead up to it)

Word count: 3.3k

Description: Lucy wants to break your record after the Champions League final

You had done it. Champions of Europe. You felt bodies land on you, causing you to stagger forwards. It hadn’t sunk in yet, and you weren’t quite sure you wanted to. This daze, this elation. You finally understood was Lucy was talking about, you wanted it again. She had always said as soon as she won something it was onto the next thing. And she was right. You had missed out on the Euros through injury, but you knew you wanted this feeling to never stop and to replicated it in a few months with the 3 Lions on your chest. Missing out on the Euros was saddening but getting to watch the entire tournament as a fan was an experience you hadn’t been able to do for a long time. But this joy was something else. Knowing that it was you that helped drag your team over the finish line. Knowing that you contributed to this win.

‘Oh, my fucking god!’ Keira screamed, arms wrapping round your shoulders.

‘Oh, my fucking god!’ You laughed, finally coming down to earth a little bit – at least enough to soak up the moment.

You were passed around from person to person. Sweaty hugs, sloppy kisses planted on cheeks, laughter and shouts coming from all directions. It wasn’t until familiar strong arms gripped you tightly that your head finally came out of the clouds.

‘Campeones de Europa,’ you said softly as you grinned up at her. ‘What’s this title? Number 4?’ She laughed

‘Eh. This one’s the most special.’ She replied. You furrowed your eyebrows at her, cocking your head to the side. ‘I’ve got you to celebrate with me’.

‘Oh, dear lord, Luce. So bloody cheesy’.

‘What can I say? I’ve got a trophy. And another champions league medal’. You rolled your eyes. She was always joking that out of all the medals and titles she’d won, you were her best prize.

You stood side by side as you clapped for Wolfsburg. Despite not knowing many of them personally, you knew how hard this would be for them. You didn’t doubt they would be back with a vengeance next year. Suddenly, it was your turn. Aitana was in front of you, beaming away and prattling something in Catalan. You couldn’t understand it, but you didn’t care. She was happy and that’s all that mattered.

Lucy was behind you – a hand dangerously low on your waist as she gently pushed you towards the officials. ‘Gracias,’ you murmured as a medal was slipped round your neck. You felt so much pride as you stepped up to kiss the trophy. Barcelona’s trophy. Your trophy. You took your place on the podium and pressed yourself into Lucy’s side. More shouts and cheers rang out as confetti rained down.

‘Hey.’ Lucy called to get your attention. You were trying to find your family – you had seen them briefly yesterday but, like all match days didn’t look for them in the crowd before the game. You turned, smiling when you realised just how close you were to her body. Hard muscles, soft skin, and that unique Lucy scent – a little sweaty, floral undertones from her shampoo and body wash and something undeniably Lucy. It was intoxicating. ‘I’m going to kiss you now. Okay?’ You think it was a question but the way she said it was a statement. Her hands threaded through you hair. The slightest nod was all she allowed before her lips were on yours. You heard cheers from the crowd and teammates alike and fervent camera clicks.

‘That’s…’ you breathed out when you parted. ‘That’s ... we're gonna break the internet.’ You weren’t really concerned. You had never hidden your 3-year relationship, but you had never been a fan of PDA, especially during a game.

 ‘Good.’ She smiled that breath-taking grin, pressing another kiss to your lips, before whisking you off to find your families.

‘You know …’ Lucy trailed off a little while later. You were back in the hotel lobby. Her arms wrapped around you as her fingers dipped below the waistband of your shorts. ‘I’ve been thinking’. You could tell exactly what she was thinking about. Her eyes had been slowly darkening since the dressing room. You had taken off your shirt (the sweaty material was sticking to you in a way that was slowly becoming too much) and danced around with Patri and Pina, screaming Spanish lyrics you only half understood – alcohol working wonders to slowly take away your inhibitions and reservations.

‘Oh no, that’s never good.’ You joked. You had eased up on the alcohol after the changing rooms. You didn’t want to be too drunk that you couldn’t experience the celebrations. Lucy was still nursing a beer, but you knew she was nowhere near drunk.

‘Ha ha,’ She said sarcastically. She readjusted the pair of you, your hands moving to fiddle with the loose hairs at the nape of her neck. ‘I was thinking we should set a new record…’ She waited for you to get what she meant. You looked confused for a moment, her eyebrow raising in response. It clicked. She wanted to beat your previous orgasm record. After the Euros you had gone, round after round, until you finally tapped out at 5 am. ‘It was seven for you after the Euros, right? Combined total of 11? I don’t think we’ve beaten that since then. But I have a feeling… tonight is the night. We’re going for 8… maybe even 9.’ The way she was talking so casually about your previous sex-capades had you blushing scarlet. You weren’t a prude per say but you weren’t as open as Lucy - never really spilling your secrets to your friends, often sporting a bright blush on your cheeks as stories were swapped across the changing rooms. You looked around, but no one was paying attention. Alexia had already dragged Olga off, and it looked like Mapi and Ingrid weren’t too far away either. You could see a hint of lime green disappearing around a corner, so you assumed Jill and Jana were making themselves scarce.

You couldn’t wait any longer. You pushed yourself up onto your toes and smashed your lips into Lucy’s. It wasn’t a pretty kiss. It was intense. Tongues and teeth clashing. Incredibly indecent and not at all appropriate for a public space. But you couldn’t find it in you to care.

‘Take me to bed’. You whispered. You were surprised she heard you – the music was loud and the conversations even louder.

‘Your wish is my command, princess’. The honorific had you clenching you thighs in anticipation of what was to come. The lift was torturous, the walk back to your room agonising, the wait as she fiddled with the key card was unbearable. But finally … finally, you were in your room.

You saw the intensity in Lucy’s eyes as you made your way passed her. It was a little overwhelming you, so to avoid her gaze, you played with the medal that was still swinging around your neck. ‘Your first Champions League title.’ You smiled, quietly proud of the achievement. You had come to Barcelona from your childhood club, Man City, as part of the exodus of players that left the club in the summer. You had never been the receiver of individual awards – not like Lucy who had probably hundreds of accolades to her name. But this felt special. Yes, it was a team award, but you were coming off of an injury that had prevented you from having the euro call up. The Spanish media had started calling you ‘la creadora de juego. ‘The playmaker’. You had been instrumental in most goals this season, either direct assists or making initial runs and occasionally tapping them in yourself. This felt like your medal.

‘I am so proud of you’. Lucy snapped you out of your daze with a gentle hand on your cheek. Whilst you were zoning out, she had stripped out of her top and shorts. It was a sight to see. It had you dizzy at the thought out what that body would do to you and what you could do to it. Thick thighs you could get yourself off on. Defined abs that would clench as you sent her flying over the edge. Strong arms that would hold you to her as she caught her breath again. Rough but soft hands that could have you teetering on the precipice in mere moments.

‘Te voy a follar hasta que veas estrellas.’ That had your head spinning even more. She was well aware of what her use of Spanish did to you and frequently used it to her advantage. I’m going to fuck you until you see stars. God, you hoped so. You let out a shaky breath. ‘Traffic lights?’ She asked, an eyebrow raised in expectation. You cleared your throat. You knew you had to be confident when you told her what the system meant.

‘Green means I’m good. Yellow means slow down. Red means stop’. Your voice was a little shaky.

‘Good girl’. Your heart fluttered as she leant down.

‘I’m not going to hold back.’ She reminded you. Her lips working on your neck leaving dark marks in their wake.

‘I don’t want you too’ You replied as you settle against the pillows. You could feel a smile against your naval as she descended down your body.

The sun is what awoke you the next morning. You were on your front, arms thrown over Lucy as your head rested on her outstretched arm. Her face was turned away from you, but you could already see the damage you had done to her neck. The crisp white sheet contrasted greatly against her tanned skin, but even though it covered her from her waist, you could still see the darkening splotches that you had bitten and sucked into her skin. You doubt you looked much better. You tried to shift so you could shower away the stickiness on your skin, but you couldn’t move. Lucy was facing away from you, her other hand resting on her stomach, so she couldn’t be blamed for whatever was keeping you hostage.

It was then, when you had become more aware of your body, just had much you ached. You had beaten you previous record last night. In fact, you had absolutely demolished your score. She had pulled 10 from you last night. And you had given her 6. You couldn’t imagine what it would take for you to beat this record – maybe the winning World Cup? ‘Luce,’ you called out. Your voice was raspy and deep. This was new – you knew you were loud in bed – you could no longer look at some of your City ex-teammates without being reminded of the amount of teasing you had received after an away win and Lucy’s return to games following an injury – but you’ve never lost your voice from sex before. You cleared your throat at tried again. ‘Luce?’ It was a little better – still undeniably overused but hopefully you could pass it off as from the match and pitch-side celebrations. It was clear that Lucy was still dead to the world, she always had been a deep sleeper, so with a monumental effort, you peeled yourself away from the warmth of her body and shuffled to the edge of the bed. It took more effort and a lot longer than you anticipated but you managed it. You could feel how weak you were, and you knew you couldn’t stand up without help.

‘Hmm, no. Come back.’ A deep, sleep-laced voiced complained from behind you.

‘I need help’. That got Lucy sitting up.

‘What’s wrong?’ She asked quickly, the panic evident in her voice.

‘I can’t stand up’

‘What do you mean you can’t stand …’ she trailed off. ‘Ohhhhh. Fucked you that good, did I?’ You could hear the smugness in her voice. ‘Did such a good job you can’t stand up’.

‘Please, Luce. We need to shower and get breakfast. It’s already past 10’.

‘Alright, alright. I’m here.’ You felt the bed moving before Lucy appeared in front of you. She offered you a hand which you took gratefully. You went to stand again but it was clear that Lucy would need to give more than just a hand. She chuckled a little at your gentle blush but hooked an arm under your elbow and helped you to the shower. You eyed her sceptically as she moved to get in with you.

‘You can barely stand,’ She protested, ‘I’m not about to let you try and shower alone’.

‘Ok but no funny business,’ you warned. She chucked and pressed a sweet kiss to your hairline.

The walk down to breakfast was a slight struggle. After showering you did feel a lot better. Lucy had rubbed the soap into your skin, giving a light a light massage as she went. But you still couldn’t stand up without assistance – once you were standing you were fine, when you were sitting you were fine, the moving in between was the issue. You also had a slight limp in your step and your voice was still raspy. Even after drinking 2 full bottles of water.

‘Hola Y/N. Hola Lucy’. Vicky called from where she was sat. Fuck! You had forgotten the B team had come to watch the match yesterday.

‘H – Hey Vicky’ You cleared your throat and smiled at the 16-year-old as Lucy deposited you next to her. You watched as her face furrowed in confusion and concern – the site of you limping and sounding so rough was not nice for her.

‘What’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself in the match?’ Oh, she was so innocent.

‘Yeah, Y/N, did you get hurt last night?’ Mapi looked with faux concern as she sat down at your table. Your jaw tightened as you glared at her.

‘No, no. I’m alright Vicky. I probably just celebrated a little too hard’. You tried to reassure her. Martina looked a little suspicious of you, but the rest of the B team nodded, seeming to accept your answer.

‘Is that right? Partied too hard, did you?’ Alexia sniggered. ‘Or was it another type of celebration that’s got you like this?’ She whispered as she took a seat on your left. You shot her a look.

A plate with a selection of breakfast foods was put in front of you as Lucy slotted in on your right. ‘Thanks, darling’ you said as a kiss was dropped on your head. ‘I don’t think that’s the only name you go by, is it Lucy?’ Patri laughed. You could feel your cheeks beginning to flare pink. Lucy just laughed along, not really minding the light-hearted teasing.

‘Also, Y/N you owe me several coffees. Because of you, I’d didn’t get any sleep,’ Pina added on. Your eyes widened at her comment.

‘Hey. We were celebrating what, can I say?’ Lucy shrugs as she sips on her coffee

‘There’s celebrating and then there’s whatever you guys were doing’ Ana giggled

‘Hey it’s perfectly natural. We’re all human and every human has needs,’ Lucy commented, nonchalantly.

‘Not everyone needs to know what happens behind closed doors, Luce’ You tried to sound joking and confident, but you knew you failed

‘You made it our business by being so loud,’ Salma chuckles.

‘Ok but surely your needs were met by round 3 or 4?’ Laia added in. Lucy just smiled in response and kissed your cheek, throwing an arm around your shoulders.

With every comment thrown your way about your evening with Lucy your cheeks got more and more scarlet. If you could stand up on your own, you would have left to go back to your room by now. It’s not that you necessarily minded the comments thrown your way, it was more that you didn’t like to have all the jokes be at your expense. Due to Lucy’s lack of reaction are your significant and obvious one, you were an easy target. It wasn’t until a comment by Mapi that Lucy intervenes.

‘Hey, Lucy. Do you mind giving me tips? Ingrid’s record is 4 but our anniversary is coming up and based what we all heard last night, I think you might have some.’ That set everyone off on another round of loud laughter. Even Paños and Marta joined in this time– usually they don’t entertain childish comments from some members of the squad.

‘Guys…’ you said weakly. Sure, Lucy liked having a joke around, a little giggle at her, or your, expense was ok every now and then. But she could see this was really beginning to affect you. Your head was bowed down, attempting to hide the worst of the blush. You looked seconds away from crying.

‘Alright, alright. Sorry, I kept you guys up. But let’s move it along, shall we?’ Lucy tried to steer the conversation away from your sex lives without disrupting the joking atmosphere.

‘It’s not you that kept us up.’ Bruna responded.

‘Suficiente’. Lucy said, firmer this time, in that voice that does things to you but everyone else knows she means business. And in Spanish. She knew that would get everyone’s attention – including yours. How could you still be horny after last night? You didn’t have an answer, but you knew it was all down to the woman sitting next you, her hand splayed wide, rubbing comforting circles on your lower back.

‘So, what’s everyone’s plans before the international break or pre-season?’ Ingrid asked. It was an obvious subject change, but you were grateful, nonetheless.

‘Hey, I’m sorry we took it too far,’ Alexia murmured as the attention shifted onto holiday plans. ‘We’re not judging you or anything. Personally, I’m very impressed. My record with Olga is 6 and even then, we have to spend the day in bed afterwards. How many was it?’

’10, I think. Lucy had 6’ You whispered back; voice barely audible as the volume in the breakfast room picked up.

’10. Ay dios mío. No wonder you’re barely walking.’ Alexia seemed incredulous. ‘I’m definitely going to need tips’. She laughed, as did you. Your laughter caught Lucy’s attention. You were still sporting a slight blush, but she could tell you were much more relaxed.

Eventually, breakfast came to an end. People slowly began drifting back to their rooms to get ready for the official celebrations this afternoon. As Lucy helped you stand, you could see Mapi shaking her head, laughing. She was clearly about to say something when Ingrid, the ever-perceptive woman that she was, wrapped an arm around her and pulled her away before anything was said. You winced slightly as you started moving, but you were definitely more mobile than this morning.

‘I really don’t like you right now,’ you grumbled, pouting to emphasise your point – the sounds muffled but still perceptible to Lucy, having been long acquainted with your dramatics.

Lucy laughed loudly at your comment as she sat on the bed. Despite your words, you stepped into her embrace, her fingers gently tracing lines up the back of your thighs.

‘No, you don’t’

‘Yes, I do’ Your actions betraying your words as you pushed her to lie back against the pillows.

Lucy’s laugh must have been loud enough for it to be heard from outside as Mapi shouts drifted through the wood ‘Don’t be too loud. There are children prese-’. A harsh smack cut her off. ‘Ay! Tan violenta, Jesus’ She complained.

‘Sorry, Y/N’, Ingrid’s much softer voice floated passed the door. You groaned in response. But Lucy only laughed more.

‘Come here,’ she commanded gently. You allowed yourself to fall into her warmth.

‘Mmmm, you owe me, Bronze. That was humiliating,’ you mumbled; the events of the last 24 hours catching up with you quickly.

‘Ok…’ Lucy snickered, knowing you didn’t really mind what had happened at breakfast and you definitely wanted a repeat of the night before. As she went to speak again, she noticed your breaths evening out – light puffs of air reaching her neck as you buried your head in her shoulder. ‘Never change, Y/N. Never change’.

[beforeimdeceased]

IM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT PART OF CRYBABY

CRYBABY! - (E.W) PT7

pairing: mean/cruel ellie x sensitive/emotional reader.

synopsis: make it go away…

warnings: cunnilingus + fingering (r!recieving)

a/n: oh wow. oh wow. this was actually quite fun to write and i wanted to cry half way through because ironically enough my ex is being mean to me lmao 😭 i’m trying to cut contact and she’s just teasing me like “oh is she really leaving this time? really??” i’ve had ENOUGH

And I'm already actin' like a dick, know what I mean? So you might as well stick it in

masterlist.

the party is nothing like their usual after parties, but to be fair, you hadn’t been to one of these in months. crowds of people in their best clothes grinding against each other. dina onstage djing while jesse dances behind her. whispering sweet things in her ear. you spot a clear target in the crowd and walk down the stairs towards her.

flashing hues of red, blue, green, and purple cloud your vision as you struggle to approach abby. she decided to show her fucking face again, remembering she was your ride back home. once you push through everyone, you tap her broad shoulder and pull her to the side.

“where you been?” you lean against her, clearly gone. not in an intoxicated way, but a mental way. she could see it in your face. in your eyes. in the sunken areas underneath. in the way you were leaning like you were in pain. you fix your posture, putting more walls up. you could tell she was seeing through you.

“are you okay?” she furrows her brows, holding her hand out to touch your cheek. you dodge it. “why the fuck wouldn’t i be?” you spat. she places the tips of her index and thumb finger on the bridge of her nose, scrunching her face, and sighs. “i should’ve never said that to you. i was still mad at ellie and i took it out on you. i’m sorry—“

“oh fuck it. who cares? everybody keeps treating me like a punching bag and you know what? punching bags don’t have feelings. i don’t want to feel anymore i just—“

she’s looking at you horrified now. watching ellie take full effect over you. all her cruelty submerging itself into your brain. slowly acting as a parasite on the you she used to know. pieces of that girl were being lost. she was watching it happen in real time.

“i—fuck i need to get you out of here.”

“but i just got here abs. and we haven’t seen ellie—“

as if it was on cue, ellie appears from a gap in the crowd. her eyes meet yours, and she rushes over to you as she watches abby wrap her arms around you and try to lead you out.

“wait. let me talk to her.” ellie grabs your arm.

“you better fucking let go or you’re gonna loose all your fucking fingers.” abby chimes up, pulling you towards her. ellie laughs. “i don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but you only get one of those. and that was it.”

“oh really?”

“guys seriously.” you pull out of both of their grasps. “enough. i’m not a fucking baby. everybody always treats me like i’m some fucking fragile fucking baby. fuck off.” you look between the two of them. “we’re at a goddamn party, so let’s party.”

the music is louder than it was before. you let it take over your body, taking one of each girls hands into your own and leading them into the crowd. body grinding against them to the beat of the song.

“listen, i really need to talk to you!” ellie yells over it. abby is behind you snaking a hand around your waist to pull you closer to her. maneuvering her body to move the way yours was. “no way in hell is that happening.” she yells back for you.

ellie’s thinking about how hard she wants to punch her. while she’s looking at the way she’s holding you. while you’re smiling. while she balls her fist up and her knuckles turn white. while her breathing starts to calm when she focuses on your hand still in hers, prompting you to dance.

“we’ll talk after this then, okay? at the hotel?” her tone is hopeful.

she’s being such a party pooper. prying you for an answer, making it hard for you to enjoy the moment. you feel a rush of emotions creeping in. another memory, another after party.

a very unhappy ellie that’s made a simple mistake onstage. an unnoticeable strum of the wrong string. it was fucking her up. she was drunkenly stumbling around until someone had started to help her sober up. then she stumbled across you. sweet, angelic, kind, perfect and happy you. enjoying the fucking party. ofcourse, you’d left crying that night.

you feel the tears welling up but you swallow them down. “fine let’s go talk ellie, since you’re begging so fucking much. i’ll be right back abs.” you reply.

she leads you to a secluded bathroom in the far back. holding your hand and dragging you along like purse. she closes and locks the door, leaning against it.

there are fucking tears threatening to spill, you can hear it in her voice when she speaks up. “i don’t—fuck i don’t know what i’ve done to you.”

you scoff.

“no i mean i do. i fucked you up. fuck. how do i fix it? what do you want me to do?”

you’re transported back again. another bathroom, holding ellie as she cries into you. switches to screaming at you, then crying into you again. blaming you for the guitar string mistake. blaming you for her forgetting the lyrics onstage. telling you that you’re truly useless, and she has no idea why dina and jesse drag you around with them.

why won’t it go away?

“make it go away.” you look into her glossy eyes. interlocking your fingers with hers and looking up at her with desperate eyes. a little bit of the old you slipping in before your face molds into a devious expression.

“make it fuzzy. make me forget. make it go away.”

she’s confused at first, and then she laughs cockily. she’s laughing as you pull her closer. she’s laughing as she pushes you up against the counter with a fervor, finding your low grunt of pleasure pure ecstasy.

her lips crash into yours, hands grappling into your waist. “i’m sorry.” she pulls away then dives back in. “i’m sorry.” she kisses your cheek. “i’m so fucking stupid.” she kisses your jawline. “let me fuck all of this away, okay?” she whispers into your ear.

your mind is growing fuzzy with her hands all over you. tugging up your shirt to kiss and lick and smile against your skin, down your chest to your stomach. tugging on your pants and your underwear. spreading your legs, pushing them apart before attaching her lips to your dripping cunt. tongue slipping in between your folds spreading your wetness to your clit.

you slip your hands into her messy hair, tugging when she sucks harder. slapping her tongue against your bud. the vibration of her humming hard against your heat. she’s eating you out and she’s being so fucking sloppy with it. she’s making a mess of you. making your legs tremble underneath you. you hadn’t realized you’d been crying out for her. actually crying. tears of pleasure were spilling down your face as you moaned her name.

she pulls away when she realizes, hands cupping your face to wipe them away. “i’m making you cry again.” she states.

you open your mouth to respond, but you’re cut off by a moan getting pushed out of your throat when her fingers slip into your sloppy sopping hole. curved to hit a spot that was pure euphoria. better than drugs. better than revenge. you were intoxicated. feeling a knot in your stomach start to build as ellie stares into your teary eyes.

she looks like she’s about to say something but she chooses to kiss you instead. on your forehead. on your neck. on your tear stained cheeks. on your pouted lips.

in, out. in, out. at an unsympathetic pace, she’s pounding into you so hard you can’t think. she’s doing exactly what she promised. she’s making it all fuzzy for you. she’s helping you forget. she’s helping you feel something other than pain.

you feel yourself coming undone, throwing your head back as you reach your peak. her lips are at your ear as she whispers softly.

“there you go baby. i got you. it’s okay. i’m sorry. just let it go.”

and you do. you let it all melt away as the pleasure pins and needles run up and down your body. as your eyes roll back. as you forget. forget the hurt. forget the past. forget how to feel.

[wosohermoso]

Leah Williamson - Lets Go

Warnings: Smut (fingering, FxF sex) Fluff

Leah Williamson persuades reader to come back home mid way through a night out

Theres not many people who I’d enjoy taking home after a night out. Casual sex isn’t really my forte. But when it came to Leah, my faux prude personality would always fly completely out of the window. Anything Leah wanted from me, Leah got - and this was never really something that I planned on bringing to light, but after a drunken kiss one night, a drunken mistake - that very quickly turned into drunken sex - we couldn’t quite deter ourselves from it happening again. And again. And again.

As the music blared through the speakers of the private nightclub, Leah’s hands gripped my waist in ways only the pair of us could translate.

“Lets go” She mutters.

I glance around the room through the drunken bodies until my eyes meet the door. We were only half way through the night but in truth, nothing was stopping us from leaving early.

Just as her fingers press down firmly on my hips I shuffle forward a little, pulling my body away from her grip before turning round to face the blonde.

“You’ll have to wait” I state, knowing that if we did leave, our un-attendance would strike up a few questions amongst our friends.

She cocks her head at me, something she did often when she knew that I knew what she wanted, her eyes dark with lust. I flash her a grin before heading off to speak to one of her teammates - Katie.

Leah follows, the both of us indulging in conversation with Katie, although my mind was elsewhere when Leah’s hand very smoothly slips from my lower back down to my ass.

There was no denying that her actions always caused an arousal, but right now - in front of her teammate - was the wrong time, and so I step aside slightly to let her hand fall from my body. I watch her tongue swipe her bottom lip as she watches me place the straw from my drink in my mouth to take a small sip, our eyes meeting for just a second before her attention is diverted back to Katie.

“I’m gonna to to the bathroom” I say to the both of them, handing Leah my cup which she takes willingly before I slip round her, my hand ever so discreetly sliding across her back as I leave.

_

As I stand in front of the mirror to sort out my hair the door of the empty bathroom opens. Leah slips in, her face almost flustered in neediness as she places both of our cups by the sink.

“We need to leave.” She states, creeping up behind me as she watches me through the mirror. Her hands finding themselves back on my hips, just as they were outside.

“Leah, I told you, you’re gonna have to wait” I speak, watching her hands glide up my sides as I tuck away the stray strands of my fringe behind my ears.

She doesn’t reply, ducking her head down slightly to leave a small, sensual kiss on the side of my neck, her eyes not once leaving mine through the mirror. She knew exactly what she was doing - She knew exactly how to make my knees buckle.

I turn around and scan her light features as her hands rest comfortably behind me, blocking me in between herself and the sink.

“You need to control yours-” I begin before she presses her lips against mine.

“No. I need you.” She breathes out, slipping her hand up between us to cup my jaw, bringing my face up towards hers to capture my lips once more. I could sense her neediness, and it was awfully amusing, having the England captain practically begging me to take her home to fuck, if only her peers knew she had this side to her.

Her lips attach to my neck, sucking softly at my sweet spot, the spot she knew would turn me into a complete mess. I tried not to crumble, but Leah had a way in making me completely uncontrollable. I huff.

“Come on then, Miss Williamson” I giggle as I take her hand, leading her back out to the sweaty crowd.

As we barge our way through the surge of bodies in the direction of the door, we’re stopped again by Katie.

“Where are you going?” She asks, confusion plastered on her face.

“Y/n doesn’t feel too good” Leah lies, “clearly too much to drink” She chuckles as Katie nods.

“Shit, are you ok?!” She asks me as I look up from the floor.

“I think I just need to get back home” I reply, Katie placing her hand on my cheek in a caring and friendly manner.

“Take care of her” She chuckles to Leah, completely falling for Leah’s stupid little lie.

“I will, don’t worry” Leah states as she places her hand on my back to lead me out of the club.

We both knew what ‘taking care of me’ would involve.

—

After a short taxi ride back to Leah’s apartment, I watch Leah fumble to put the key in the door, my hands creeping up from behind her to carefully graze up her torso as I begin to unbutton her shirt.

“What is it with you and pretending to not want to fuck me?” She chuckles as she swings open the door.

I giggle as I watch her kick her shoes off, me doing the same, before I push her up against the door. She lets out a quiet squeak as it slams behind her and my lips attack her neck.

As I undo her last button, my hands roam her uncovered torso, slipping her shirt off of her shoulders to reveal her breasts.

“No bra?” I raise a brow, feeling her hands roam up my thighs and under my skirt.

“No underwear?” She smirks as she lifts my skirt to reveal my ass.

Not wearing any underwear was risky, and although I had told Leah that she had to wait until the end of the night, I knew deep down that leaving early was what we were going to do - it always happened - and what more would she want than to know that for the entire time we were at the club, I had had nothing on underneath.

Leah’s lips crash onto mine, our mouths moving in sync as her tongue plays with mine.

I grab her breast, giving it a small squeeze before toying with her nipple and earning a small, but leg clenching moan.

Leah then takes my hand, dragging me through the apartment to her bedroom - one I was very familiar with - before slapping my ass harshly and bending me over her bed. She tugs down my skirt, my lower half completely on show.

“Jesus christ” I hear her mutter as I feel her hand graze up my inner thigh, stopping just at my heat where her fingers very delicately slide along my slit.

“You never answered my question about pretending to not want to fuck me” She breathes out as she feels how aroused I really was. The only thing she got, and would have ever gotten, is a moan in reply.

“Turn around” She demands, and I comply.

She slips off my top. It was not one that I needed to wear a bra with, but still, the look on her face when her eyes met my breasts was one that you could hang in a gallery.

She takes no time in dipping her head to attach her lips onto my nipple, her fingers squeezing at the other as I fall back onto the bed and she crawls on top of me.

Her tongue worked wonders on my nipples - they were always sensitive and she knew that - taking her time to pay attention to both of them fairly as my legs wrap around her waist.

“Le-” I moan out, my nails dragging up her toned back as she leaves sloppy kisses along my chest, trailing up my neck before kissing me once more.

“Leah please” I mutter as she uses her knee to grind against my heat. I was most definitely ruining her pants, but I was completely sure that she didn’t care in the slightest, groaning against my mouth.

Her lips trail back down my neck, down to my torso where she leaves a few painfully seductive marks before I watch her head very swiftly disappear between my legs.

She began to work her magic on my lower half, licking a frustratingly slow stripe between my folds as her eyes lock on to mine. I moan out in satisfaction as she picks up the pace, her tongue lapping against my clit, almost as if it was her last meal on death row. Her voice vibrates through me as she groans against me, sucking delicately, yet so ruthlessly on my bud as I feel her fingers toying with my hole.

“Leah please” I groan out.

“Please what?” She cocks her head - the way she always does as she slips a finger into me, manoeuvring her hand to curl the digit upwards against my gspot.

“Please-” I gasp as she teases me menacingly.

She slips in another finger as I hear her chuckle, her mouth toying with my clit again. She knew exactly how to please me.

Her fingers begin to move inside me, curling against the soft spot inside me - exactly where I needed them - as her tongue laps against me. She picks up the pace and in no time I am a complete and utter moaning mess.

My back arches against her as my fingers tangle in her hair. I prop myself up on my elbow as I watch her at her best, her eyes gazing up at me in complete lust. She smirks against me as she feels me coming undone her eyes not once leaving mine - until my elbow collapses out from underneath me and I release, moaning her name out in pleasure as I grind my heat against her mouth and fingers.

She continues to eat me out until im completely ridden of my high, panting aggressively as she laps up the mess shes made before she climbs back on top of me.

I was completely and utterly cum-drunk, my body completely limp as I fumble to undo the zip of her trousers.

“You-” She looks at me in amusement “-are a mess.” She chuckles as she kneels above me, undoing her zipper before ridding of the rest of her clothes.

“Your fault” I manage to breathe out as she climbs back on top of me, lifting one of my legs over her shoulder as she slots herself between them.

“No. Your fault for not leaving the club earlier.” She states as she begins to grind against me, her swollen clit - as well as her warm, slick arousal - gliding against mine.

Her cocky demeanour leaves her almost instantly as she rolls her hips into mine, her mouth parting in pleasure as I bring her head down to kiss her.

“Not so cocky now, huh?” I cock my head to mimic her seductive self as she collapses against me and moans out against my neck, using my body, my used and swollen parts, to get herself off.

I feel her actions get sloppy as she chases her own orgasm against me.

“Keep going baby” I usher, feeling her heat against mine as I buck my hips in unison against hers, catching a solid duetted rhythm as she moans out my name.

It doesn’t take her long before she comes undone, her body giving way on top of me as I feel her thighs shake against me. I hold her head against my shoulder, whispering sweet nothings in her ear before she peels herself off of me, her face red and sweaty in satisfaction.

“You’re gonna be the death of me y/n” She groans as she lifts herself off of me, the both of us extremely messy between the thighs.

I giggle, getting up from the bed as I take her hand and guide her to the bathroom, turning on the shower before getting in, the shaking blonde following suit.

As the water hits us, Leah’s kisses me hungrily. Our hands roaming each others bodies as we shower off. She groans into my mouth as my fingers graze along her overstimulated clit, rubbing circles gently against her as her hips buck into my hand.

“Fuck me..” She breathes out.

“Was that a statement? Or an request?” I smirk, watching her head roll back as my fingers slip inside her.

—

Its safe to say the night ended on a fair few more orgasms, and as we lay in bed, completely satisfied sexually, a text flashes up on Leah’s phone.

She lifts her head from my chest with a small grunt, her eyes squinting at the bright device as she reads out a text from Katie.

“Is Y/n feeling any better?” She snorts as she gazes up at me. I giggle, knowing that Katie was completely oblivious to the fact that her friend had actually taken me home to have sex with me.

I watch her text back.

To Katie: Yeah! Shes in safe hands :) how was the rest of the night?

[senp1i]

(G)-Idle Yuqi x Male reader

Words: 4175 req: @dav1233555

The deafening screams and cheers of the fans were still ringing in Yuqi's ears as she finally staggered off stage, her members similarly buzzing with adrenaline energy around her. 

But despite the adrenaline still pumping through her blood, the person on Yuqi's mind in this moment wasn't one of her G-IDLE members, or even her fans...it was him - her boyfriend who she hadn't seen in months thanks to their conflicting schedules and due to her world tour.

She had resigned herself to their usual lengthy separation after shows, only able to stay connected through short, delayed phone calls and video chats. It was the new normal when you both had demanding careers in different countries. But then yesterday he texted, out of the blue that he flew out and would be at this Seoul show to surprise her, and Yuqi hadn't stopped smiling since.

Weaving through the organised backstage chaos, she scanned the crowds of staff urgently, not even bothering to change yet. Where was he? Her stomach fluttered with a mixture of anxiety and nerves. What if she misunderstood and he wasn't actually...

And then she spotted him - leaning casually against a concrete wall looking unfairly hot in dark jeans and a black tshirt that hugged his tall, bulky frame. He was watching her approach with that smile she had missed for months, the one that made his eyes crinkle at the corners like a crescent moon  and her heart skips several beats.

"Oh my god!, you're actually here!" Yuqi squealed, launching herself at him recklessly. Strong arms caught her, spinning her in a circle as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She was dimly aware of people probably staring, but she didn't care one bit.  Laughing, he set her down gently. "Of course I'm here baby! You didn't think I would miss your show in Seoul did you?" His large hands lingered on her hips, thumbs just barely grazing the strip of bare skin between her “tank top” and leather pants.

"Ahem!" 

The unexpected loud throat clearing jolted them back to semi-coherent reality. Breaking apart awkwardly, Yuqi felt her cheeks flame as she met the dancing backup singer's amused smirk. Whoops. 

"Maybe we should continue this somewhere more private?" Y/N suggested, equally red if not more but his eyes still heated. Yuqi quickly agreed, grabbing his hand to lead him away before they scared any other staff members.

They bid goodbye to her members, who sent them off with eyebrow waggles and whistles. Soyeon made some cheeky comment about using protection that Yuqi pointedly ignored. There were more important things on the brain right now, like fucking her boyfriend into the next life….

The sexually charged tension from earlier snapped back instantly once alone in the car. Yuqi just couldn't keep her hands to herself - after being deprived of his touch for so long, she desperately needed to feel him. Starting innocently on his thigh, her hand wandered higher each red light, loving his sharp inhales when she "accidentally" touched the front of his jeans.

"Fuck..." he choked out, grabbing her wrist before she made contact. "Behave, unless you want me to wreck this rental..." 

Yuqi just bit her swollen bottom lip, eyes dancing, this was going to be fun...

By some miracle they arrived at her apartment intact. They barely shut the front door before crashing together again like magnets. Clothes disappeared rapidly between sloppy kisses. His shirt hit the floor, followed by her half-zipped leather pants stumbling down the hall. Falling sideways onto the unmade bed finally skin to skin, all remaining rational thoughts out the window. 

Propping himself up on one elbow, he allowed himself a long appreciative look at the gorgeous naked woman before him. From her flushed face and kiss-bitten lips, over smooth collar bones to perky round tits peaked in lust, down the feminine curve of her waist to those sexy black lace panties...

His heated gaze snapped back up to meet her own wandering one, catching her shamelessly ogling the bulge in his tented boxers. He smirked.

"Enjoying the view, baby?" 

"Mmhmm..." Yuqi purred, shifting closer until her lips just barely grazed the shell of his ear. 

"Though I think you're still a bit overdressed down there..." 

Not needing any further encouragement, she wrapped one delicate hand around his considerable length through the thin fabric - hard as steel and already leaking in anticipation. Groaning, his head dropped back against the sheets at that first tantalising contact.

"Fuck, I missed you," he grit out. Surging up to capture her grinning lips again, he kissed her deeply, tongues sliding. His hands slid down to grip her lace-covered ass, hauling her tighter against him until she could feel every hard ridge of cock. 

Breaking their heated lip-lock with a gasp as one thick finger slipped unexpectedly under those panties to drag through her slick folds, Yuqi's eyes fluttered closed. 

"Oh yes, just like that..."

Easily sliding first one, then a second digit into her welcoming heat, he watched in a haze as she began to slowly fuck herself on his hand. Shoving those same fingers upwards, he simultaneously rubbed her swollen clit, smirking when her inner walls instantly clenched tighter at the dual sensations. 

"Fuck baby you're dripping...Can't wait to feel this tight little pussy squeezing my cock again." The gravelly words against her ear made a more slick gush, drenching his pumping fingers. 

"Mmm what's...ah!...stopping you?" She managed to gasp out between moans. The delicious tension coiled tighter and tighter in her core, right on the brink...

And then suddenly, maddeningly he withdrew his fingers. Snapping her eyes open, she whined in frustrated protest - but then caught the positively horny glint in his hooded gaze. Maintaining eye contact, he slowly, deliberately brought those slick fingers to his mouth. A deep groan rumbled in his broad chest as he licked them clean of her juices.

"Mm delicious as always, baby. But it would be a damn shame if this ended too quickly..." 

With unfair ease he flipped them so she was on her back, caged between strong arms. Reflexively Yuqi spread her legs in blatant invitation, aching and empty. But instead of lining himself up, he shifted downwards. Large hands pushed her thighs further apart, baring her glistening pussy. 

"I think you deserve a reward first for that killer show tonight..." 

Yuqi barely processed his husky promise before she felt the soft heat of his tongue drag firmly from her leaking entrance up to circle her aching clit. 

"Oh fuck!" Her fingers instantly tangled almost painfully in his hair, hips bucking. Humming approvingly at her reaction, he gripped her waist with steely strength to hold her still. 

"Been way too fucking long since I got to properly taste this pretty pussy..."

Then he dove back in with shameless enthusiasm, alternating broad licks with tight circles concentrated right around her swollen clit. Yuqi saw literal stars behind her clenched eyelids. When he sealed his lips around that straining bundle of nerves to suck firmly, she nearly convulsed right off the bed. 

"Yes yes yes just like that oppa!" she heard herself babbling mindlessly. The filthy endearment she knew drove him wild always slipped out unfiltered in moments like this. As expected, his answering groan reverberated straight to her clenching core. So close...

But once again, just before she toppled over the cliff's edge into oblivion, he stopped. Sitting back on his heels with a smug grin that she wanted to slap off his handsome face. 

"Fucking TEASE!" she accused in a breathless whine, chest heaving as she kicked his chest gently. His chuckle came out strained, cock visibly throbbing almost angrily behind those damned boxers.

"Now now, watch that naughty mouth babygirl..." He mock scolded. When she just scowled, he arched an eyebrow. 

"What do good girls say?"

Huffing at the game but deciding to play along, Yuqi relaxed back against the sheets, letting her thighs fall open in unmistakable invitation. Biting her lower lip coyly, she met his darkening gaze through her lashes. 

"Please make me cum with your cock oppa..." she whispered. 

His lips crashed back to hers roughly. "That's my good girl," he rasped when they finally broke for air. Gripping her hips hard enough to leave fingertip bruises, he guided his painfully swollen length through her slick folds before sinking into her sloppy heat. Their twin groans echoed loudly in the room.

"Fuckkk you feel even better than I remember baby," he praised through gritted teeth, buried to the hilt inside her silken pussy. Restraint evident in every quivering muscle, he gave her a moment to adjust while she revelled at having this part of him back where he belonged. 

Propping himself up on forearms braced on either side of her head, he began a slow retreat. Their heated gazes locked, both holding breath...Only to gasp it back out sharply as he snapped his hips forward, filling her completely again. Yuqi saw literal stars at the perfect angle dragging along her g-spot.

"Oh yes, just like that oppa!" 

Needing no further encouragement he quickly built an aggressive rhythm - almost  brutal snap of his hips punctuated by the lewd sound of skin slapping on skin. Interspersed with their mingling moans and curses were wet noises from her sopping pussy greedily swallowing every vein-lined inch again and again. 

Fingers tangling almost too-tightly in her fanned black hair, he claimed her bitten lips in a messy clash of tongues and teeth. Breaking away with a gravelly groan, his head dropped to mouth wetly at the slender column of her arched throat. 

"Fuck you take me so well Yuyu... Gonna make you cum so hard on my cock." 

She could only mewl affirmatively, nails raking red trails down his flexing back at each punishing plunge. Tilting her hips up sharply, she eagerly met his every thrust, inner tension coiling impossibly tight. So fucking close...

Sensing her impending release, he shifted angles - somehow hitting even deeper. One large hand left her hair to slip between their sweat-slick bodies, fingers instantly finding her neglected clit to rub hard, fast circles in time with his pounding hips.

"Be a good girl and cum for oppa..." he commanded, pinching the swollen nub ruthlessly. That bit of pain/pleasure pushed her shrieking over the edge - cunt spasming violently around his relentless cock still hammering into her throughout the endless pulses of ecstasy. 

Vision whiting out, Yuqi was only vaguely aware of his gravelly praises murmured against her temple as she slowly floated back down. 

"So fucking gorgeous when you cum baby..." 

She mewled when he carefully withdrew his still rock-hard length, her sensitive walls fluttering around sudden emptiness. But he kept her thighs cradled open, massaging the trembling muscles soothingly. 

"Think you can give me another sweet girl?" His cock prodded just barely back inside her sopping entrance, teasing them both. Still breathing hard, Yuqi managed to nod eagerly. 

"Want you...to cum inside me next," she affirmed huskily. That lusty glint returning tenfold, he surged back into her welcoming heat with a loud groan. 

"Fuck yes... Take this cock just like that."

Her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, nails biting in with each pleasurable drag along her sensitised walls. When he made to pull out again, she locked her ankles behind his thrusting ass - keeping him buried balls deep. 

Breaking their messy kiss with an approving chuckle, he carefully flipped them without severing their intimate connection. Now straddling his hips, Yuqi braced both hands on his chiselled chest as she began working her still-trembling thighs to ride him. Slowly at first, loving the delicious stretch of her stuffed pussy around his girth. 

But soon she built up eager speed, tits jiggling wildly with each rise and fall. His large hands anchored bruisingly on her waist, guiding each slick slide along his entire length. The lewd sound of their coupling filled the room.

"Fuck yes, just like that Yu. Ride my cock..." One hand left her hip to roughly palm a bouncing tit, pinching her tightened peak. Whimpering as sparks shot straight down, she ground her hips tighter. So deep... Chasing that peak again she slipped one hand between them, finding her swollen clit and rubbing urgent circles around the sensitive nub. 

Imminent orgasm rolled hot at her core for the second time. Leaning down without losing rhythm, her lips found his ear. 

"M'close again oppa," she panted, clenching teasingly along his thickness. "I want you to fill me up with your cum..." 

His answering groan sounded pained, cock jerking inside her. His bruising grip yanked her down hard once, twice more before she felt the hot pulses of his release coat her fluttering inner walls. That sensation tipped her over too - cunt spasming erratically around him, drawing out every drop as she moaned her climax. 

Chests heaving, Yuqi collapsed against him, their mixed juices already seeping onto his thighs. His softening cock slipped free and she hummed at the loss. Propping up slightly to meet his dazed eyes, she deliberately dragged two fingers through the slippery combination of their orgasms before bringing them to her puffy lips. Maintaining eye contact, she licked them clean with a tiny moan.

"Mmm delicious oppa." Ignoring his halfhearted swat for her teasing, she giggled against his neck placatingly. 

After a few moments catching their breath, he gently manoeuvred her Jello-like limbs off him towards the bathroom. Under the warm spray he carefully cleaned every inch of her thoroughly used body himself. The loving tenderness made Yuqi's chest squeeze almost painfully. She wished they could stay in this little bubble together indefinitely, ignoring the outside world...

But eventually prune-like fingers made them move from the cooling water. Towelling off, Yuqi noticed the mess of clothes still thrown haphazardly from front door to bed. Slipping into his discarded tshirt like a micro dress, she padded towards the kitchen to whip up some food. 

They cooked a simple pasta dish together, conversation flowing easily about everything and nothing. His arms wrapped around her from behind while tomatoes simmered or noodles boiled, chin hooking casually over her shoulder. Unable to resist, Yuqi tilted her head giving him access to nip and suck marks along the curve of her neck. Things nearly got derailed onto the kitchen floor at one point. 

Later stuffed full of oily pasta, they collapsed sideways on her couch not even bothering to get dressed yet. Half paying attention to some drama rerun, Yuqi drew nonsensical patterns across his bare chest with a fingernail. The occasional rumble of his laughter vibrated against her cheek where it lay tucked under his arm. Everything just felt so right. 

As the moonlight fading towards early sunrise outside though, reality began creeping back in. Stomach sinking, Yuqi realised she had no idea how long they actually had left together before...

"When does your flight leave?" She tried to keep her tone light despite the sudden ache blooming behind her ribs. His sigh ruffled her hair. 

"9am." Glancing at her phone screen, she calculated barely 5 hours now remained in their little haven. Sensing her mood shift, he hugged her tighter against his side. 

"It's not goodbye forever though, okay Yuyu? I'll visit again as soon as I can get more time off work, I promise. We'll figure this out." 

Still she had to bite her lip hard to keep sudden tears at bay. Sucking in a deep breath, she sat up abruptly before the dark thoughts could take hold. Grabbing his hand off her waist, she fixed a cheeky grin on her face.

"Well no point moping about it now huh? We've still got a few hours left to enjoy!" Not giving him a chance to react, she dragged him stumbling back towards the rumpled bed, already shrugging his oversized tee off one shoulder...

Over the next hours they proceeded to make more thorough use of every surface of her apartment, switching positions and places continuously. By silent mutual agreement, they didn't speak about his leave again, choosing to stay locked in each other's eyes or connected by roaming mouths and hands instead. Committing every muffled moan and pleasured gasp to memory for the next lonely stretch that loomed ahead.

All too soon however, the dreaded alarm on her phone shrilly announced it was time. A heavy silence surrounded the bedroom where they lay tangled up, hearts still racing from their last frantic fuckery not even 10 minutes prior. 

As if putting it off could somehow stop the inevitable, they lingered longer under the sheets sharing soft, slow kisses. But his return flight wouldn't wait, responsibilities in another country calling insistently. So finally with a deep sigh he untangled their limbs and rose to gather scattered clothes. Yuqi couldn't bring herself to move yet, just watching silently with the sheet held over her bare boobs. 

Once dressed, her Y/N, sat back on the edge of the mattress, fingers combing gently through her tangled hair. 

"Come on baby, don't look at me like that," he cajoled softly. "This isn't forever, just a few more months."

Yuqi bit her lip, trying and failing to force a smile. His warm palm cupped her cheek, thumb swiping away a stray tear before it could fall. 

"Promise you'll video chat me the minute you land?" she asked in a small voice. He smiled gently. 

"Of course. And I'll be back to visit again before you know it." Ducking his head, he kissed her tenderly. "Wild horses couldn't keep me away for too long."

A moment passes as they stare at each others eyes, lost, "I love you, you know..." The whispered words blurt out before she could second guess them. It was the first time either had actually voiced the emotion out loud. His answering smile practically lit up the room.

"I love you too," he said simply, like it was the most obvious thing. Happiness bubbled up Yuqi's chest and she dragged him down into a slick kiss. 

Too soon though, her phone alarm blared again, signalling it was time to depart for the airport. With a reluctant sigh he gently extracted her clinging limbs from around his shoulders. 

"C'mon baby, don't make this harder," he chided without any real heat. Shouldering his backpack, he kept an arm wrapped securely around her waist as they made their way out to the idling taxi. The ride passed in near silence, her hand clinging almost desperately to his larger one the whole way.

At the busy terminal, he checked his bag through to the gate before turning to properly say goodbye. Yuqi fiddled anxiously with the hem of his shirt hanging around her thighs - the nearest thing to a security blanket for when he was gone. Sensing her distress, he tucked a knuckle under her chin, tipping her face up.

"Hey, no more tears okay? This is just see you later." lowering his head he kissed her sweetly. When they separated, Yuqi took a deep breath and fixed a teasing pout on her face. 

"Fine. But you better keep your promise to video chat me the minute you land, mister." She accentuated the warning with a playful poke to his chest. He barked out a laugh.

"Yes ma'am. Though with the time difference it might be pretty late."

"Don't care," Yuqi insisted stubbornly. "I'll keep my phone volume all the way up. I expect your handsome face on my screen bright and early." 

Overhead the boarding call for his flight crackled through the intercom. Glancing regretfully towards his gate, her boyfriend swept her into one last rib-creaking hug. 

"Last chance to cram me into your suitcase," Yuqi mumbled into his shoulder lamely. His body shook against hers with another sad chuckle. 

"Tempting. But I'd have a hell of a time explaining that to airport security not to mention your members and company." Pulling back, he kissed her forehead lingeringly. "Get home safe baby. I'll call you as soon as I land, I promise."

Nodding, not trusting her voice anymore, Yuqi stepped back out of his embrace. Their joined hands clung together a heartbeat longer before finally slipping free. With one last devastating smile over his shoulder, her boyfriend handed the gate attendant his ticket and disappeared down the boarding tunnel. 

Shoulders slumping, Yuqi slowly meandered her way back out of the airport in a daze, thankfully no one recognized her this early in the morning. She kept glancing instinctively for his tall figure every few yards before the painful reality sank in all over again that he was really gone. The taxi ride back home felt endless, bottom lip raw and bitten between her teeth against the threat of more tears escaping. 

By the time she let herself back into her empty, too-quiet apartment, eyes burning with exhaustion, the glowing screen of her phone read nearly 1 pm stilll no message yet, but she hadn't really expected one. With the lengthy flight plus time difference, it would probably be hours still until he landed and made it through customs. 

Curling up in the centre of her big, cold bed, Yuqi clutched one of his leftover shirts that still smelled faintly of his cologne. She forced her eyes closed, willing sleep to come and temporarily dull the hollow ache in her chest. 

Sometime later she gradually registered the buzz of vibration and a familiar ringtone. Bolting upright, heart suddenly racing, she fumbled to accept the call - not even bothering to check the time. His gorgeous, rumpled face filled the video screen, baseball cap pulled low and flashing that killer sleepy smile. 

"Hey you," he greeted warmly. "Told you I'd call."

"I didn't actually think you'd manage it tonight, isn't it like 3am there or something?" Yuqi asked, unable to keep from mirroring his smile. He shrugged, stifling a yawn. 

"Yeah about that. But I missed you already so I didn't wanna wait 'til morning." 

Her heart swelled two sizes, previous gloom vanishing. They stayed on video chat for nearly an hour just catching each other up and chatting aimlessly. More than once she caught him yawning widely or eyes drifting closed before snapping back alert. 

"Okay babe I better let you get some sleep," Yuqi finally relented, taking pity on his obvious jet lag. He started to protest but she cut him off. "We can talk more later after you get a nap. I'm not going anywhere." 

Nodding reluctantly he blew her a silly kiss through the screen. "Sweet dreams beautiful. Talk to you in a few hours."

Ending the call, Yuqi fell back against her pillows feeling lighter than she had any right to. Nothing had really changed - they were still continents apart just like before. But hearing his voice again and seeing him settle safely back into his own bed made the looming separation more bearable somehow. Snuggling back under the sheet that still smelled faintly of his cologne, she drifted easily off to sleep herself.

Over the next weeks they fell into a familiar routine - daily phone calls or video chats when their schedules aligned, occasional cute selfies or candid snaps throughout work days. The time difference made things tricky but they made it work. 

During one such call about a month later, Yuqi was in the middle of recounting some silly prank Minnie had pulled on Soojin when she noticed him start to shift restlessly. 

"Babe are you even still listening?" she accused, one eyebrow raised. 

"Hmm? Oh yeah, sorry you just...distracted me for a sec," he mumbled, cheeks faintly flushed.

"Oh really? What could possibly be more interesting than my story?" Yuqi challenged.

Clearing his throat, he gave her an uncharacteristically shy smile. "That shirt you're wearing is just really familiar…”

Glancing down, she realised with a start she had subconsciously thrown on his oversized tee that she'd stolen, the hem hitting mid-thigh as she sat cross-legged on the bed. Suddenly she matched his blush.

"Oh! I guess I just grabbed it without thinking when I got dressed earlier..." She trailed off, teeth catching her lower lip. An inviting heat entered her boyfriend's gaze, making her stomach swoop deliciously. 

"Mm I like it," he says nodding . "Maybe flip the camera down and give me a little spin? Remind me what I'm missing..." His voice dropped lower and Yuqi suppressed a shiver...

a/n; not really a fan of gidle, also havent seen any content other than their music so this might be a little... off, sorry about that lol, tho hope u enjoy

[galaxysgal]

hi! i'd like to request college!lip x shy college student

thank you <3

birthday girl || lip gallagher

lip gallagher x shy!reader

warnings: none!! just a bunch of fluff

a/n: lil rushed at the end but hey, i was getting sleepy ✋🏻✋🏻 thank you sm for requesting !! also im so sorry i think the reader turned out less shy than intended

xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx xxx

there was a boy named phillip gallagher in your intro to statistics class who sat next to you at every lecture. he didn’t speak to you often, sometimes asking for a pen or for you to check his work, but you enjoyed his presence. he smelled like cologne and cigarettes, and secretly you very much enjoyed watching the muscles in his arms flex as he furiously scribbled down the examples and formulas your professor was lecturing about. but of course, he didn’t need to know that.

you noticed a lot about him, picking up little things here and there over the semester. he was from southside chicago, here on a prestigious academic scholarship. he had a sister named fiona, and a handful of other siblings too. and he was crazy smart. he constantly had the correct answer to your professors sample problems, even if he didn’t always offer it up to the class.

you had a tiny, growing crush on him. of course you would never tell him that. on the rare occasion you saw him outside of class, you could tell he was the life of the party. you could tell some days when he came to class that he was violently hungover, clutching an energy drink and talking to one of the boys in the row behind you about the previous nights activities.

you on the other hand preferred to stay at home, have a night in with your cat, a good book, and a glass of wine. parties, bars, they really weren’t your scene.

that’s why you felt so out of place in the bustling club your roommate had dragged you to for your birthday. you pulled at the edge of the hot pink dress she had lent you for the night, insisting you wear something sexier than the jeans and top you had originally picked. she wasn’t wrong about the dress, you looked gorgeous in it, but between the skirt riding up every few minutes and the way the crowd was bumping you around, you were ready to get out of there.

you texted your roommate that you were going for another drink and a breather, then started pushing through the crowd on the dance floor.

you were nearly to the edge when you saw him. pretty blue eyes lighting up as he waves. a plain black tank top clings to his chest, and he mouths your name with a grin.

“fancy seein’ you here!” he shouts over the thrum of the club, long strides carrying him straight across the smooth tile to your side. his arm slips around your waist as he leans in so you can hear him better. “wha’s the occasion?”

he smells like cologne and cigarettes, and you have to remind your heart it’s bad to beat so quickly. “it’s my birthday,” you reply. “my roommate and some friends drug me out. i was just going for another drink and a breather.”

"happy birthday!" he beams. "c'mon, i'm buyin'. can't let the birthday girl pay for her own drinks now can i?"

you're grateful for the dim light because his words have you blushing like mad. he takes your hand and leads you to the bar, letting you order and getting a vodka redbull for himself, plus two shots of your favorite rum.

the shot goes down easy, adding to the warm tipsy feeling that's spreading throughout your body. you're about to sit down on one of the barstools but before you know what's happening he's pulling at your hand again.

"where are we going!?" you shout.

a smirk forms on his lips that you just want to kiss off. "jus" trust me!"

"how can i trust a guy i barely know!" you reply, giggling as the two of you weave through the dance floor. "you never even told me your name."

"aw cut the shit, i know ya know my name sweetheart. playin' dumb ain't gonna work with me." he shoots you a cheesy grin as the two of you make it through to the other side of the dance floor. "but, if you're dyin' to know, everyone calls me lip."

“lip!” you say with a breathless laugh as you approach the man standing in front of the stairs to the VIP section.

“mike!” lip shouts, clapping the man on the shoulder. “my man, how ya been huh?”

you stick close to lip’s side, hand still clinging to his. your free hand lands instinctively on his bicep. he turns to you for a second with a small, dazzling smile, then begins to dig in his pocket.

“hey so, ‘s this pretty girl’s birthday,” he smooth talks with ease, drawing two blunts from his pocket and offering them up to mike. “why dontcha let us up yeah?”

mike chuckles, taking lip’a bribe and sticking it in his pocket. “jeez gallagher, go on.” then turns to you, “enjoy your birthday beautiful, if this goof fucks it up i get off in an hour.”

you blush furiously, ducking your head after a quick “thanks” to mike, hurrying up the stairs behind lip.

he leads you through a glass door out onto a small balcony. the smell of weed and cigarettes drifts to you on the warm breeze, nervous goosebumps dissolving as you take a sip of your cocktail. you stand at the railing and look down on the city street.

one strong hand settles on your waist again, and you shiver. he’s so close to you, you can barely breathe.

“lip this is-“

“you are so beautiful.”

it’s like all of chicago pauses. all you can see is those pretty blue eyes before you duck your head, unable to take such an open and honest compliment.

“hey, hey,” you can hear that shit eating grin through his words. “‘m sorry if that was too forward. but c’mon, look at me pretty girl.” his hand rests under your chin, pulling lightly for you to look at him. you don’t know if it’s the alcohol helping you along, or the soft gravitational pull he radiates, but you bring your eyes to meet his.

“you’re sweet,” you say, all quiet and breathless under the weight of his stare. he’s like a rip current, pulling you away from the familiar discomfort that often holds you, tearing into his uninhibited world for a moment.

“‘m sweet t’ya cause you deserve it, honest.” he holds up his hand in mock defeat, then brings it softly on your cheek. “pink looks real good on ya. fuckin’ breathtaking.”

“jesus lip,” you say with a soft laugh. “you’re one hell of a sweet talker.”

he’s inches from you, close enough that you see his features in detail. you admire his features from the slope of his nose to the soft, pink curve of his lips.

“how’d you get that scar?” you ask, referring to the small mark on his chin. with one timid hand you reach out. your thumb brushes over the skin, and now it’s lip’s turn to shiver.

his smile turns softer, eyes flirting down to your parted lips before rising back up to look in your own. “aw, pretty girl. jus’ lemme kiss ya already.”

you grin as he leans in, lips pausing just in front of yours for a split second before kissing you like he needs it to breathe. your fingers thread through his hair as he kisses you again, and again, and again.

[citrusbatsandhoneybees]

Hungry for Me?

Lucifer x reader Smut One-shot

a/n: So, I may or may have not been struggling with a part on The Fading Star, so I wrote this shortly while I took a small break from it. (Next Chapter is coming out soon!) Also, it's smut, and it's my first-time writing smut like this but it was fun, so I'd like to try it again.

Summary: Lucifer gets desperate for you after a night out.

Warnings: 18+, mdni, smut, grinding, pet names, oral (f receiving), biting

Divider Source: cafekitsune

You and most of the rest of the residents of the hotel were dragged out by Angel and Charlie out on the town for what Charlie called another “responsible fun night” and you soon arrived at a crowded club that Angel had recommended. Colorful strobing lights flashed down on the Hazbin crew as they walked past the dance floor and arrived at the bar to order. Before you even walked into the club Lucifer had already hooked his arm in yours to keep you close. Currently your sides were pressed tightly together as you maneuvered your way through the bustling crowd to order a drink for yourself and the King. Lucifer kept his arm around you as you ordered and looked toward a small booth leading you toward it as soon as they had gotten their drinks. The two of you claimed a small area for the crew to rest and held their jackets and bags as the rest walked off to dance. Before you could actually take your place in the booth Lucifer wrapped his arm around your waist to drag you over and into his lap. You laughed lightly under your breath as you turned your head to look back at the man. 

“Are you needy already?” 

You whispered lowly to the needy devil once you got a glimpse of the man. His flush that he already had from the heavy heat in the club grew further from your words as he leaned his chin onto your shoulder, and tightened his grip around her waist. With his other hand, he pulled your hair past your face. Then gently presses his lips to your ear.

“How could I not be, my love, looking as delicious as you do.”

His claws traced small shapes up your outside of your thigh into the black stockings that you wore and let out a hot breath onto the outer shell of your ear. Lucifer drove dangerously close to upper thigh that was exposed from your skirt riding up. You grasp his hand with your own, and let out a shaky breath as you feel overwhelming heat start to pool within your stomach. 

“I haven’t even got to dance yet, you clingy devil.”

He chuckled lowly against your ear and allowed his fingers to slip within yours. 

“We could be doing another type of dance all night long if you wished.”

You snorted at his response, and placed a hand to your face as you tried to conceal the laughter that threatened to erupt from his attempt to seduce you. Lucifer noticed, rolled his eyes, and pulled your back flush against his chest.

“Are you trying to make a devil’s tango joke right now?”

He huffed and pinched your side causing you to jump and giggle in response. 

“Brat! That was a perfectly good line! I’m trying to be all sexy for you, and you ruined it!”

You only laughed in response, and turned yourself around to straddle his lap, and to pepper kisses across his face with the last once being on his forehead.

“It’s alright, besides Charlie wanted us to have fun tonight. Y’know dance, and spend time with her friends. You can wait, can’t you? Won’t you wait for me my king?”

You put  more emphasis on your last words by gently holding his chin, and running the pad of your thumb across his bottom lip. He sent a small glare towards you as you teased him. He knew you knew the torture you were going to put him through as soon as you left the bedroom in the outfit you wore. The little red number you wore exposed your backside and shoulders, eluding to the marks and scratches that normally laid there but you had covered up. 

You smirked back at him and shrugged. Then as you leaned back slightly, you reached out to the abandoned drinks that sat on the table behind you before bringing them back to the two of you. You tilted your head back, and allowed the chilled alcohol help cool your system before handing over his own apple cocktail. Lucifer took it from your grasp and placed the edge of the glass to his lips, allowing the cool liquid to flow past. 

“Be a good boy and drink up, I’m going to find the crew.” 

You watched as Lucifer almost spit out his drink  from the title he was given, and felt the heat grow across his cheeks once again. Satisfied from his flustered reaction, you pushed yourself off of his lap, and out of the booth with a small peck to his cheek on the way out. Stunned, he continued to watch as you left. The light sway of your hips practically hypnotized him, feeling the harsh pull that urged him to get closer. He resists it and gulps down the rest of his cocktail, and the table almost shakes from how he roughly sets down the cleared glass and looks back toward you. 

You continued your pace, weaving through the crowd, as you searched for the group you had arrived with, but stalled as you felt a warm arm wrap around her shoulders. 

“You finally come to join us toots?” 

Her heart settled after hearing the spider demon’s voice, and looked up to Angel with a smile. 

“Of course!”

Angel grasped one of her hands, lifted it, and spun you in the space you were in before handing you a small glass filled with a strong alcohol. He urged you to drink it with a small push as he lead you back towards the welcoming group. You threw your head back, with the small glass’s edge pressed to her lips. A mixture of bitter and sweet forged its place on your tongue and to your throat, and it scorched its way down her throat, until the warmth filled your stomach. You looked back up to them and dropped off the clear shot glass on a nearby table as you watched the intoxicated group dance to the pop music that played over the blaring speakers. The mix of being with the people you grew to care so much about, the fuzzy feeling the alcohol, and explicit lyrics of the song helped boost your confidence enough to dance with an invigoration. As you mimic moves that you have see Angel do with your own style and flair,  Charlie, Vaggie, and Angel cheer you on and continue dancing themselves. Abruptly your hip movements stop as you feel familiar claws snake around your waist and pull you against a warm body. 

A dark giggle falls past your lips as you take a glimpse and see your little devil. On first instinct you were about to turn and immediately tease the man you loved, but your heart stutters in its spot as you see the dark blush that had spread across his face and the wanting look in his eyes. 

“Feeling ready to dance love?”

You wrap your arms around the king’s neck pull yourself flush against his chest. Aroma of sweet apples and alcohol intoxicated you, and lured you closer to him, and he purred and tightened his grip around you as he followed you through your combined dance of seduction. 

After a few more songs, and a few too many glasses, Lucifer looked past you to see Charlie was hanging over her poor girlfriend’s shoulder with a gleeful drunken grin spread across her face. Vaggie met his gaze with her own and walked over to the two of you. 

“Do you mind making a portal for us after I round up the others?”

Once you heard her, you turned your head to the fallen angel behind you and laughed lightly at the cheering princess over her shoulder. Lucifer nodded towards Vaggie and summoned a very needed bottle of water for the both of them before handing it to her. To the slight disappointment of Lucifer you allowed your arms to fall off of his neck, and pull yourself away the king. 

“We’ll help you Vaggie.” 

He followed after you and kept a hand to the small of your back as you weaved through the crowd back towards the  leather booth you had left behind, and spotted the smaller pink-haired demon crawling over the cat-like bar tender. Husk swirled whiskey around his glass, as he allowed Nifty to fidget and play with his ears. Husk turned his head looking towards the two of you, and gave you a questioning look.

“If you guys are ready to head back, we’re grabbing everyone to leave.” 

Lucifer didn’t pay much attention to the conversation as he arranged all of the belongings that stayed at the booth and encapsulated them in a golden flourish back to the hotel. Husk however didn’t hesitate to stand, making sure Nifty was able to keep balance over his head, as he walked with you through the bustling intoxicated crowd around you. 

After your small part of the group had arrived to the outside of the bustling club, it wasn’t long after Angel Dust and Vaggie had dragged the rest to join you.

“Vaggieeeee…. I just love you so so soooooo much!”

“I know Charls, I love you too.”

A light laugh tumbles  out your lips as you watched Charlie announce her love to her girlfriend loudly through her slurred words, and Vaggie turned to your boyfriend to give him the go ahead. He readily snapped his fingers, and flickers of golden light expand and reveal the lobby of the hotel through it. One by one everyone else stepped through and started to make their way back into there rooms. You stepped to follow the line, but were abruptly stopped as Lucifer took a tight hold onto your wrist. The portal snapped shut and fizzled away before you looked back at him. Hunger consumed his gaze as he stared back into your own, and you were wrapped back into his arms once again. 

“If you think that we’re going anywhere other than the manor right now, you’re dead wrong love.”

“Hmmm.. really?”

You teased back, and ran a hand down his chest. You notice as his teeth clench, and shudders below your touch. 

“And why is that?” 

He pauses and you watch as his eyes turn down ward, and he bites his lower lip. Lucifer knew what you you wanted from him.  You could practically feel the heat radiate over his face as he flushes. You wouldn’t let up however, a soft hum leaves your lips as you lightly trace your fingers over the edge of of his vest leading down to the buttons. Your other hand gently held his chin, as you led him back to look at you. 

“My king..?”

“I need you.”

His confession is only over a low whisper as he begged. His hands grip your waist enunciating his plea. Who were you to deny this man? 

“Well.. I guess I’d be happy to provide.”

You smirked and traced a small circles over his cheeks as you watch a sense of relief wash over his face. Not a second after you responded warmth encased the two of you as you were transported back to your shared bedroom. He needed you more than you could ever know. Faster than you could realize, Lucifer pressed you up against a wall and hastily pressed his lips against yours. Returning his set quick pace, you took a tight hold of the collar of his shirt and pulled him impossibly closer to you. After a few moments you pulled away, and kept your forehead against his. Your heated breath exchanged with each other, and you watched his flushed expression as he looked into your eyes. 

“You’re still okay with this?”

He’s so perfect. You knew he would stop in an instant if you had decided against continuing at any moment. Lifting one of your hands from his collar you returned to trace the red marks set over his cheeks and pressed a few pecks over his temples. A small sigh of relief escaped his lips as you return your gaze back onto his. His crimson eyes looked so full of adoration and love. 

Fuck.. Satan I’m so lucky

“Yes, love.”

His lips were back on yours in an instant once you answered. Clamping your eyes tight shut, the two of you fell fully entranced in each other once more. You decided to take initiative, even if you were trapped between his arms, and clenched your teeth over his bottom lip. Lucifer deliciously gasped, just as your desired, and you took the opportunity to roll your tongue over his. He only returned your advances, massaging your tongues together in a consistent pace. His growing desperation felt evident as you gently pressed yourself against him. Lucifer groans into your kiss from the pressure. To his dismay, you pulled away slightly from the kiss and wiped away the small string of saliva that connected you. However, he wasn’t even given a second to complain before you pressed slow open-mouthed kissed from his chin to down the side of his neck. His heated breath was heavy, and small whimpers flew past his lips. You needed to hear more. You pressed more continuous pressure against his bulge and clamped your teeth against the crook of his neck. A loud mixture of whimpers and moans escaped him from the welcome intrusion. His hips wantonly rutted against your thigh as the delightful twist of pain and pleasure almost overwhelmed him. You stared, pleased, with the marks that you had created, and caressed the small area. Making sure to clean off any of the shimmering blood that may have emerged.

“God you’re so pretty.”

The small sounds of heavy gasping breaths fell beside you, and he kept his forehead pressed further into your shoulder. To your surprise his small movements against you stopped, and it drew panic from you. 

“Was that too much? Do you want t-?” 

A small breathy mutter interrupts you, and you turn over to look at him, concerned. You couldn’t quite make out what he said, so gently you ran a hand through his blonde locs in an attempt to sooth him. A few long moments pass and you patiently you waited for his reply, fully prepared to stop and pull away if that is what he wished. 

A little louder now, he repeated himself.

“let me touch you… I need more.” 

His response caught you completely off guard and heat rushed your system as you looked over to him. He had slowly lifted his head once more and you were able to finally get another glimpse of his face. Lucifer eyes were half-lidded, cheeks were flushed, stains of your lipstick smears peppered across him, and he had a line of drool drying against his chin. Your eyes widened slightly from sight and you had to resist the urge to grind against him yourself. Fuck…

“D-don’t you want me to do you first?”

You cleared your throat after stuttering, and felt his hot breath against your cheek as he chuckled lowly at your response. This little brat used your concern against you to catch his breath, and settle himself. 

“Love.. I’ve been waiting to worship you all night.”

He pulled one of his hands off the wall, and drew small shapes around your bare shoulder. You bit your bottom lip lightly as he turned his eyes back onto yours. His smug smirk turned up further on his face, as you hesitated to answer. He loved how quickly he was able to to get you in this state.

“So I guess I’ll ask you again,

Lucifer leaned forward and mimicked your own teasing. His own lips were now on your shell of your ear as he spoke seductively. 

“May I taste you?”

The words rolled off of his tongue like butter, and it made you feel like you could combust. Your breath came out ragged and you hastily your knuckles to your lips as you attempted to soothe your own flustered state. He knew the exact effect he had on you, and he was relishing in it. 

“Yes.”

Thankfully Lucifer allowed your quiet reply to be enough, and sank slowly to his knees with his hands following his the shape of your figure on the way down. His crimson eyes didn’t leave your sight until his knees hit the cool wooden boards. Delicately he started to slowly unbuckle the clasp on your black heel as he peppered small kisses to the lace of your stockings. Once he had helped you step out of your heel, He took delicate care of your other leg too and soon both of your feet were safely on the ground. Lucifer then was soon to whisper sweet words to you, as he nipped a trail up your inner thighs. Lucifer hiked up the scarlet dress up to your hips, revealing the soaked lingerie underneath. His mouth gaped at the sight, and hungrily switched his gaze back to your own. Your palm covered your flushed face as you stared back down to him. 

“All of this for me?”

He traced gentle kisses the dainty lace that lined the border as he watched you bite back desperate moans away from him. Slightly disappointed from the sounds kept away from him, he traced up your forearm and pulled your hand back down to his golden locs. 

“Don’t hide, you’re gorgeous my love.”

He continued down the flimsy panties until he reached the very top edge of your clit. Small whimpers escaped from you as he got closer. His smirk grew further and watched your face intently as he flicked his tongue over your clothed bud. Lucifer heard a louder gasp and moan from above him, as you threw your other hand to his hair to pull, and jolted your hips up against his face. He gripped your thigh lightly with one hand, keeping you against the wall. With the other, he hooked his finger through the bottom of your lingerie and gently rubbed his knuckle up and down your slit. He let out a low heavy breath as he felt you.

“Fuck.. you’re soaked beautiful.”

You whined and bucked your hips from the pleasure, wanting more pressure than what he was giving you. Lucifer tugged down the damp fabric past your stockings  and left it somewhere abandoned behind him. You shivered ever so slightly from the cold air hitting the slick area, and Lucifer was quick to be between your thighs. He started with only a slow gentle kiss to your clit, and the over grown frustration for more filled you. Breathily you looked down to scold him. 

“Lucifer, please ju-” 

A lengthy moan left you as he interrupted you by licking a long stripe up your sensitive slit. Your eyes clamped shut and the back of your head hit the wall behind you from the sudden wet pressure. He grinned up at you as he finished, and asked with a teasing tone.

“What was that?” 

You huffed a heavy breath through your nose as you heard his smug tone. 

“You… little.. shit. I thought you were “worshiping” me?” 

He chucked lightly from between your thighs, and the vibrations sent pleasurable waves through you that made your knees quake. 

“You make it too easy love.”

While he spoke, to your surprise, he lifted each leg to his shoulders, and guided you, wrapping your thighs around his head. You were now pressed between him and the cold wall, looking down at him with a slightly surprised expression. He pressed another gentle kiss to your clit before he continued. 

“Comfortable?” 

You bit your lip, nodded, and gripped his blonde hair a little as your prepared yourself for what came next. After Lucifer saw you nod, he ran his tongue up against you till he hit your sensitive nub. He repeatedly flicked his wet tongue up against your clit, sending deep shockwaves through you that had your toes curling. As he pulled away, he turned his tongue back down to your entrance. Lucifer lapped up all the slick that covered the area like he was a starved.

“Fucking delicious..”

He whispered lowly against you as he finished, and started to prod his tongue deeply into you. Your head hit the wall behind you once again, and Lucifer moaned against you as he felt you pull his hair tightly, causing his ignored arousal to twitch beneath you. He continued delving his tongue within you, hooking his tongue up to hit the sweet spongy spot that made your thighs quiver around his head. 

“FU-uuuCKkkkk Luci- Pleeaasee Right there!” 

Determined to pull your orgasm from you he angled and aimed his tongue with each thrust, consistently hit your g-spot every single time, and wrapped his arm up around your thigh to rub soft circles against your clit timed with his tongue. Your legs tremored from the overwhelming pleasure that continued to flow through you and squeezed around his head tightly. Quickly a twisting coil formed deep within you. 

“Shit- FUCk Fuck Luci- I’m goN-na Cum!” 

You tried to hold the coil together, desperate to stay within this deep pleasure for a little longer, but Lucifer’s perfect trained tongue was unrelenting, nudging you further and further till you fell off the edge. You felt like you could see heaven as your vision went white and sounds went fuzzy around as the deep twisted coil snapped. Lucifer felt your body shake against him, and above him as your walls pulsed and tightened around his tongue. He held your thighs tightly, halting your hip jerks,  and continued slowly to allow you to ride out your orgasm.  

As your vision fades back in and your thoughts were able to come back you focused on catching your breath as you looked back down to man who carried your weight. He looked back up into your gaze; your slick soaked his chin and cheeks shining from what little light that lit the dimly lit room, and he looked at you half-lidded  with a small smile as he cooed, slowly soothing you post-orgasm with gentle shapes traced against your inner thigh.

“Are you okay?”

Your legs continued to tremble slightly around him as you tried to anchor yourself back down from the high you were at.

“More than okay love, just a little shaky.” 

Your grip loosened from his hair, and your fingers started to softly run through the blonde pieces to affirm your sentence. Lucifer’s smile grew wider at this, glad he was able to have such an effect on you. To your surprise, he kept his arms locked around your thighs, and lifted himself back onto feet to walk over to his comfortable bed. You bent over, holding onto his head tightly as he  stepped over unit abruptly he leaned forward and dropped you onto his plush comforter, earning a laugh from you, as he sat himself with you. He gently pressed a few kisses over your temple, with the last one onto your lips. 

Lucifer stared down at your flushed glowing expression, and admired the smile that graced your face. His heart fluttered seeing you like this. He relished these soft moments with you every time, and it reminded him why he loved you so much. Lucifer pushed some of your hair to behind your ear, and smiled down at you. 

“I love you so much.”

You looked up at your little devil, and took a hold of his hand before he could pull it back. Allowing your eyes to flutter close, you press a gentle kiss to his palm, and rested your lips lightly against it. 

“I love you too, but..”

Lucifer’s hand dropped from your face, and yourself pulled over to straddle him. Softly you pressed down over his forgotten clothed arousal as you looked down hungrily at the breathless man below you. Lucifer was quick to grip your waist once again with a smirk.

“I think it’s my turn now.”

[jinkiezzsstuff]

TYSM FOR THE LADY GAGA FIC!!!!

I have another song fic request...

Alastor (or anyone else really lmao) has to find reader in order to patch up like a deal or smth idk and he finds them in this jazz club thing performing on the stage to 'Noel's lament' from 'ride the cyclone'? Like she's draped across a piano singing abt when she was living she was nobody but in her dreams she was this absolute femme fatale and alastor just watches her from the back of the crowd??

So niche but I was thinking abt it all night

Lots of love 🤍

i actually loveeee this song eeeee i’m so happy to do this, and i am so glad you liked the last one it means so much to me teehee sorry this took awhile i’ve been busier lately but i hope you enjoyed this, maybe i’ll do a part two but if i do it may be real delayed until i clear my plate lol!

song referenced; noel’s lament

warnings: implied to be succubus reader but their not really to standards of succubus, i don’t believe there are feminine pronouns here but there are certain feminine things (dress wearing, feminine terms like suductresd etc), no psychical descriptions of reader as per usual, minor gore and death, reader is sneaky and slipper, alastor is weird about love as he should king, but he still feels emotion, possible cringe parts idk it’s a songfic and sometimes they can be 50/50. LMK if i missed any!

word count: 2.7K

You had a debt to pay, you had to have known this. Alastors mind reeled as he toyed with the pen in his hand, occasionally scribbling nonsense down as he thought. You were always quite the slippery sinner, never being tied down to one place in the pentagram, but this was just ridiculous. Since he’d been back, and warmed up to the hotel, he’d been searching for you, but no sign. No demon has said a word about you either had he still been in touch with Vox he may have had you found by now.

You weren’t dead, and that’s as much as he knew; he would’ve felt your souls absence if you’d died, the fickle fun of making such contracts. There was little he knew about you personally, he new superficial things but nothing that would give him a clue on where you’d hide, a silly mistake on his part. He knew Mimzy would be were the cash or party was, Husk wherever there was a gamble and Nifty, well, normally she never strayed far anyways. As for other souls they were about the same in simplicity, whether they were murderous or cannibals they always had something keen to them that would lead him to where they were.

Alastor failed that with you, unfortunately he’d found himself a little at loss with you, in more ways than one you boggled his mind. He was used to women and men alike hitting on him or being incredibly provocative, but there was some way you did it that made him speechless. Not like when Angel would hit on him, where Alastor felt that sensation of being caught off guard with disgust and shock. No, on the night you made the deal, you were stalking around the back of his sofa inside his radio tower, your hands caressing his shoulders as you passed, sweetly and mischievously offering a pleasurable favour in return for his help. That was something else, that was unique to you.

He still recalls the memory as if he was still right there on the couch, engulfed in your scent, entranced by your siren-like voice, it made him hot under the collar and tight around the waist. Thankfully Alastor was a gentleman and a businessman and there was no way you were getting out of a soul contract through some silly sexual favours. It was definitely trying to keep his composure as your lidded eyes watched his lips move, but he managed as he always does. The deal was fairly boring on your part- you wanted to be his friend.

Red flags appeared in Alastors mind about the validity of that but shook on it nonetheless, however that was all before he disappeared. He’d not held up his end of the bargain but then again neither did you; you didn’t show when he called on you to the hotel and try as he may, couldn’t seem to summon you the way he could with Husk.

Dropping the pen, Alastor stood from his seat and shadowed into the floor, stalking out the window like a snake. Alastor decided a little stroll couldn’t hurt, after all his mind couldn’t rest and perhaps he could happen upon you out in sin city. Alastor enjoyed his time walking, humming and basking in all the horrors that happened around, however he grew bored fairly quickly, and decided to take a detour into Mimzy’s favourite joint.

Alastor walked in like he owned the place and seated himself at the bar waiting for his dear friend. “Mimzy dear, how’ve you been?” Alastor spoke out excitedly and loudly, catching the attention of his fellow demon who had appeared from the back of the bar. Mimzy squeaked and ran up to Alastor on the other side of the bar, shooing off the other demons trying to pull at her, the trim of her dress flying in all directions as she hopped and scuttled. “Alastor! What brings ya here, big man? Coming for a dance?” His smile was indifferent as she spoke but he was quite pleased to see the doll, someone of routine. He watched the demon plop herself down on the seat beside him, his hand fiddling with the whisky in his cup that he magicked up. “Yes dear, afraid I have quite the slippery soul in my hands.”

With both elbows on the table Mimzy leaned in, an excited smile on her face. Alastors head fell to the side, sighing at her desire for gossip, Alastor pushed up his monocle and explained the situation with you briefly. He probably went into too many details about how you looked, or smelt, or perhaps how he thought of you in his absence because the whole time Mimzy was coy and giggles. “Wow Al, sounds like you’re carryin’ a torch for this gal’,” Mimzy teased, walking her fingers across the table in his direction. Alastor stiffened at that watching her do her silly tease wide eyed. What a juvenile thing to assume, that he had feelings for some sinner. “Mimzy, don't be ridiculous!” Alastor scoffed grin still present as he threw his limp hand her way, head tossed back. “There’s no such thing! Besides she’s nothing more than some sensuous succubus, it’s what those types of demons do. Seduce.”

Crossing her arms Mimzy let out a flat ‘mhm’ clearly not convinced by what was being said. “Well Al, tell ya what! You have my back next time some nasty loan sharks come, and i’ll tell ya where your pretty seductress is.” Alastors nails tapped against the table rhythmically as he silently pondered, it’s not like he’d say no to her, just as she wouldn’t say no to him. Fixing his posture from his more lesuride position, he agreed with a nod, gulping back the last of his liquor.

-

This club Alastor stepped into was very reminiscent of a wealthy man’s speakeasy, something that was nestled safely in the depth of the pentagram in an unassuming alley, as if it were hiding from something or someone. It was nostalgic for him, in a sickening way, Alastor didn’t enjoy remembering mortal life as it seemed so detached from him and who he is now. His red eyes danced across the room manically, his static following in suit with every glance he gave. Searching for his little succubus. Low amber lighting, that stuffy smell of smoke in the air, the velvet chairs, surrounding chatter and the piano playing smooth jazz; Alastors body subconsciously relaxed into the familiar environment, as much as he hated his mortal life there were such aspects like this he missed.

He dragged himself inside and sat in a red velvet chair, immediately he slumped onto the table, his elbows on the table, his chin rested on his hand while the other toyed with the fire from the candle, bringing it up, around, and high and low. His eyes dragged over to the stage as the piano rifted into a new tune, the lights in the room dimming and brightening toward the stage. Inwardly, Alastors frustrations imploded making his skin hot and his antlers grow in size; all the light to see you with now focused on the stage for a performance he couldn’t care less about.

Standing to his feet, Alastor gripped his microphone like it was his life line. With a strained smile he began towards the door as the music began, and a voice started introducing themselves and talking about their dreams, however he was too busy being frustrated, and scanning the room for you to fully pay attention to the voice. That was until- “A hooker with a heart of black charcoal.” A breathy voice finally sang out, grabbing the attention of Alastor as he neared the exit. Freezing the static sounds of radio station channels sounded out from him, his eyes widening at the sound of you.

Turning abruptly on his heel, he looked over the crowd of seated heads and at the stage where you were walking on. There was a light focused down on you as you slunk out from behind a curtain furthest from the piano. Straightening his back, Alastor slipped into the shadows and behind a pillar near the bar, just to wait for you of course, to come off. “I write poems to burn by fire light, drink champagne and guzzle gin, good girls call me ‘The Town Bicycle’- don't knock it til you’ve tried my life of sin,” Alastor watched enchanted as you dragged your heels across the stage as you sung, making your way over the piano with seductive grace, something Alastor wasn’t used to being so hooked by.

“Oh, Claude, my pimp knows neva mess with me,” Your voice, once serene and beautiful now, was demonic and harsh, capturing the audience's attention. “Last prick did that faded quick to black,” Like a switch your voice returned to its sweetness, your arms outstretched just slightly, fingers twinkling to emphasise the ‘fade’ you sang of. Alastor couldn’t look away from how you manuerved your body, how your voice carried through the room, and how the lights sparkled against your jewellery. You were a sight for sore eyes as you teasingly brought yourself closer to the piano, that regular soft bedroom look in your eyes. “I have no idea where to find him officers,”

Alastors brow quirked at that, as your hands came up to cup your face with false naïveté. “But if you do, please mention that I’d like to have returned that pretty knife, that I stuck, ten. times. in his, back!” You grit out, sweet façade falling once more making Alastors tail wag, unbeknownst to him. There was something about the way you pulled and pushed the narrative in the song that made him antsy, excited even, and the fact that this was something you stated you dreamed to be, meaning whilst alive you dreamt of killing, of being bad, oh that made Alastors blood rush.. You waltzed around as you continued to sing the lyrics to the chores, Alastors eyes watched closely as you slithered your body effortlessly up onto the piano.

It was like you were made for performing, singing, and he had the brief fantasy of you in his studio singing on air, sat on his lap as you sung through his microphone for the folks of hell to hear, but he pulled himself out of it quickly, scolding himself for indulging in silliness. Now your body was draped across the obsidian piano that shone the reflections of the light, you sat on your hips, legs folded behind you, hands over your heart. “He said ‘I think I am in love with you’- I’ve heard that lie a million times before,” Your posture fell slightly as did your tone, it seemed that there was some truth and sombre in the lyrics you sang, and in a way Alastor felt like he could relate to that; after all what even was love?

It made him feel weak to pity you, to attempt to empathise with your pain, but there was barely any time to think about his thoughts because just as he did, you’d recapture his attention entirely. “Oh, tonight I give into the fantasy,” Your head fell back, sorrow in your tone as your hand caressed your shoulder, pulling down the strap of your dress. “Take love when you can, when you’re a whore.” After a silent moment the chorus picked up, as did you, sliding yourself off the piano and dancing around with a smile. Unfortunately Alastors mind lagged behind, something was just too vulnerable in the way you sang about love, and considering it wasn’t something he often thought about, it peaked his curiosity just slightly.

It wasn’t until the end of the performance when you sung about your death that Alastors attention zeroed back in on you, his eyes catching yours as the song fell out, your head turned in his direction. He watched as your eyes widened and mouth fell slightly ajar before you sang out one last word: a ‘hey’ coincidentally directed toward Alastor. After that the lights on stage shut off instantly, and the crowd applause began.

Alastor watched you be dragged off stage by two larger demons through the darkness, your legs flailing as your arms were restrained, at the sight the purpose of him being here returned. Pushing himself off the pillar he was leant against, he brushed himself off and straightened the crimps in his pants, before picking up his microphone and making his way towards where you’d been dragged. It was a cruddy little backstage area, he’s under the assumption the performers here weren’t treated as kindly as the guests. Throwing the door open he was greeted by the sight of you, the two demons who dragged you off, and some other third one.

You sat on an ottoman in the middle of the room, your entire essence changed as you curled into yourself, your head hung low. Humming, Alastor adjusted his monocle. “Am I interrupting something?” Oh how Alastor loved to play dumb, he watched the third demon, seemingly imp, stand straight anger evident and radiating off of him. “Yeah you really fuckin are red, get outta here now.” The imp barked throwing his hands up in a shooing motion. Your eyes met Alastors, begging silently to stay. “I’m afraid i can’t do that you silly lug,” Alastor tutted joyfully stepping into the room throwing his microphone around like it was a toy. His shadows crawled out from beneath his feet, sneaking up the walls and across the ceilings making the three men anxious. “This little canary happens to me mine, soul and all.” His voice shifted to a more demonic one as the hues in the room shifted.

You sat speechless, watching the mysterious deer defend you after seven long years of being on hold with him. You were surprised he came at such a time, convenient for you. The two muscle demons were quick to puff their chests and step toward Alastor, but before they could properly swing, tentacles emerged from the shadows gripping the torso and hips of the men and pulling them in two. The screams were horrific, and the sounds of squelch and ripping nearly made you yourself sick, however it did the job for the littler imp as he immediately caved. “Oh okay okay, alright buddy, take the siren, no problem take em! Go!” The imp stressed while pulling you from your seat and toward Alastor hurriedly.

You stumbled against his pushing and found yourself falling accidentally into Alastors arms, tripping over your own heel. Alastor caught you without even looking down, arms wrapping instinctively around you as he glared at the imp with a smile. “Oh good, I would have hated to have caused a scene! Ha ha.” Alastor laughed humorously, although he was the only one finding any joy from this as the imp cowered away from the two of you. Pulling you closer to his body, Alastor fell into the ground with you, your body feeling freezing and damp for a moment before normalcy returned.

You didn’t realise you had your hands over your eyes until you felt Alastors hands grip your wrists, and pull your hands away. You blinked up at him before glancing around the room, it was indeed a room, one you’d never seen. “We're at the Hazbin Hotel dear, time for you to see to your deal.” Alastor said calmly, his tone even and his voice soft, his even his static was at a minimum. “Of course,” You say clearing your throat and backing up from his grasp. He didn’t fight against your distance, letting his arms fall and wrap behind his back as they normally would. “Why did you help me back there? I mean you could’ve just poofed us away?” You ask, rubbing the places on your arms where the demons dragged you.

“Why, thats what friends are for my dear! That was our deal, no? To scare off the threats and protect each other?” Alastor coyly hummed, bending slightly at the waist. Looking down slightly you nodded, hands coming up to sit on your waist. Sighing you shook your head, you should’ve known that this would come back to bite you in the ass eventually. “Alright slick, what is it that i’m doing for you?”

[wandasfifthwife]

only a bit shy

sevika x fem!reader

tw: 18+ MDNI, no label on relationship, reader is described to have female anatomy and be physically smaller than Sevika, smut, Sevika is sort of a mean!dom, top Sevika, bottom reader

a/n: NOT PROOFREAD. Please overlook any grammar/spelling mistakes, I’ll come back and edit later.

There needs to be a study done on why your confidence sky rocks when you’re out in public. Might it be the music, the crowd, the atmosphere, you don’t know. It’s all fun and games up until you have to reap what you sow.

Sevika blows smoke in your face, taking enjoyment in how your face scrunches from the smell. She knows you hate smoking and you know she doesn’t care.

“Sev,” you wave at the smoke, “do that in another direction.”

“What, it’s never bothered you before.”

“Well usually you aren’t this bitchy about it. This was your fifth time.”

She leans her elbow on the table and points to a couple off in the corner that are very obviously in their own world.

“I think you need half of that.”

You furrow your eyebrows, looking back to her.

“Romance?”

“No. Ignorance.”

You groan at her smug look. It was often she used strangers for entertainment.

“You’ve always been uptight, but you’re like what, 24 now?

“My birthday was last month, Sev, I’m 25.”

She huffs, “even worse.”

You ignored her comment, unintentionally continuing to look back at the couple Sevika pointed out earlier.

“They probably have some sort of exhibition kink if they’re making out like that out in public.”

“You’re doing it again.”

“I’m not shaming them. They’re free to do so,” she says gruffly.

You wish to ignore her by watching the bold couple yet again. Sevika picks up her drink, holding it up to her mouths.

“I have the same freedom to do the same with you,” she says into her glass.

You choke, “what?”

She motions around you. At her movement, people’s eyes shifted away from you two.

“Not one person here could interject. It’d be a free show.”

You grimace, “you’re gross.”

“Okay,” she remarks, “then what doesn’t gross you out?”

You shift in your seat, feeling a bit uncomfortable discussing such a topic in public. To think that people like the couple are so comfortable doing it in public shocks you to your core.

“I don’t know, I’ve never done anything outside of the basics. I don’t know what I would like.”

She goes quiet. The only sound between the two of you being her exhaling smoke. When the couple begins to strip clothing, you look away, cheeks reddening.

“You’re something,” she huffs, “I don’t know how you’ve gotten through a full night. You seem like the type to tuck your tail between your legs the second it starts to get heated.”

You face her completely, “absolutely not.”

“We both know how much of a liar you are.”

“Then do it.”

Your heart jumps at what you’ve told her. You pushed down reality, dismissing the depth of your words to just be plain sass talk. There’s no way it would actually, actually lead to anything.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– •

You were caved against the wall, barely able to breathe before she was kissing you again. She reached under your thighs and lifted you with an ease that made you ache.

She found your bedroom, laying you down atop of your bed. When she strips her shirt, you break eye contact almost instantly.

“Eyes on me or we stop.”

You bring your eyes back to her, but only having after fidgeting with your necklace. It’s the only thing grounding you as she quite literally strips naked. Her hands come to rest on your knees, practically engulfing them.

“Thought you said you absolutely got past this part with confidence?”

“Maybe if you were better I’d—“ you cut yourself off with a surprised sound when she pulls you onto your back. Your legs dangle off the bed, your core pressed against her waist.

“You liked that didn’t you?”

She holds your thighs, leaning her body over yours to kiss you into the mattress. Your sound gets muffled against her lips, hands wrapping around her shoulders.

She runs a hand down your thigh, her thumb hooking under your pants. You give her a shallow nod and she promptly peels the fabrics off you.

“All I’ve done is kiss you and you’re already wet.”

You want to hide, hands messing with her hair to distract from the shame creeping inside you. She drags a few fingers through your folds before circling your clit. You bit at your bicep in an attempt to drown your moan.

“Don’t,” she brings your arms over your head, holding them with a single hand.

She presses a finger into you and you can’t help the way you shutter, pressing your face into the bedding beside you.

“You’re so fucking tight,” she says right before going ahead and adding another.

“Sev—“ you pant, “wait.”

She angles her fingers up, thumb pressing on your clit. You shut your eyes, back arching to press yourself further onto her fingers.

“Such a slut,” she murmurs.

She doesn’t wait, a third finger pressing its way into you. You struggle against her hand holding you down.

“It’s too much,” you babble, “don’t—“

“You really want me to stop?”

You breath a quick no, taking a few extra second to form a coherent sentence.

“I just want to touch you.”

Your wrists burn, bruises already beginning to appear when she releases them. She removes her fingers from inside you as well. She coos at your whine. Her body almost completely detaches itself from you. You sit up in curiosity and the sight again had you avoiding eye contact.

Sevika sits beside you, grabbing your hips and helping you to startle her thighs. She kisses you, your teeth clashing.

“This okay,” she asks to which you responded with a nod. She lines her strap with your entrance and pulls your hips down until it begins to make you wince.

“Can’t even fit the whole thing. What were your partners before this doing?”

You circle your hips to try to fit it all before she gets a bit impatient and fits the rest with a thrust of her hips. You scratch at her bicep, breath caught in your lungs.

“You can take it, you have before.”

“No,” you whine, “—can’t you just—.”

“If you want to be a pillow princess you shouldn’t have gotten into bed with me.”

She leans back, hands resting on the bedding instead of where you want them to.

“Please, I’ll do anything. I need you so bad.”

“So useless. Have to do everything.”

Your eyes pick with tears from relief or embarrassment or both. She flips you back to your original position and thrust into you roughly. Small moans leave you with every thrust.

“Fucking whore, made for nothing but this.”

The tears build, eventually spilling over. At this point your mind is nothing but her. The way she’s breathing, the way she’s snapping her hips into yours, the way she’s egging you on. It’s too good.

“Oh!—’m close,” you whimper.

The force of her hips pushing into yours, her finger on your clit brings you over the edge with her name on your lips.

[harrysarchive]

just the two of us; h.s.

pairing:

dormmate!harry x dormmate!reader

summary:

"you look good [y/l/n], is it a crime to speak my mind?" i muse a smirk crawling its way onto my lips.

"yes! yes it is a crime. you-you cant say that!"

"says who?"

"says every rule of being best friends!"

warnings:

smut 18+⚠️

loud rap music blares through the crowd, the smell of weed and sweet alcohol hangs in the air as i stare at [y/n] from across the crowed house a tug in my gut and a green monster clouding my vision. i watch as he runs his hands down the side of her body, she throws her head back with laughter grabbing ahold of his bicep.

"woah styles, loosen the grip. in a second your drink will be on the floor." louis snickers giving me a nudge, i roll my eyes. "[y/n] would never go for him, if you're curious:"

my head snaps to him, "what? -erm i mean- why would i care?"

louis snorts shaking his head, "maybe you dont, maybe you do." he smirks walking away.

i shake my head before my gaze makes its way back in the direction where [y/n] should be. but isnt. my heart starts beating out of my chest, blood rushing to my ears as my eyes scan the crowd. i spot her rolling her hips against her friends crotch before bending at the hips and slowly rolling them. my bottom lip catches between my teeth as my jeans grow tighter against my crotch. my view gets disturbed as the previous man she was laughing with grabs ahold of her bicep, she looks at him before shaking her head no and pointing to her friend. before i can stop myself, my feet carries my weight over to her direction, i softly grab [y/n's] hand giving it a yank to hide her behind me.

"we got a problem?" i ask lowly looking at the man.

"yeah, the problem is you taking what was rightfully mine." he sneers causing my eyebrows to shoot up.

"bunny, you belong to this man?" i ask with humor behind my voice.

she looks at him with eyebrows furrowed, eyes blazing with anger, "no! we talked for about two minutes. i do not know you nor do i want to get to know you." she snakes an arm through my arm yanking me away from the man. "men are pigs! i swear it." she murmurs under her breath, a chuckle escaping my lips.

she leads me outside were theres a small group of people blocking the doorway, some smoking others drinking. i grab ahold of her hand and yank her in front of me before narrowing my eyes, all of the sudden the nasty green monster swivels in my chest again.

"why the fuck were you talking to him?" i demand crossing my arms in front of my chest, he eyes also narrow into slits, her nose flaring at my tone.

"why are you speaking to me with that tone?! i was talking to him because he came with some of my friends and i thought he would be a friend, but he started touching on me. i got uncomfortable and left to dance. the end." she states sternly before turning and walking in the direction of the dorms murmuring 'so overprotective'.

"dont walk away from me [y/n], we arent done talking!"

she ignores me and keeps walking, her shoulders hunched over, nose deep in her phone. letting out a groan i follow behind. "you look hot." i blurt out, my hand quickly slapping over my mouth shocked that i actually had the nerve to say it out loud. she's wearing a short skin tight black one piece that sticks to her skin like honey, nipples peaking through and the swell of her ass peaking out. she stops walking before straightening up and turning to look at me, her ears are burning a nice red shade at the tip of them.

"what did you say?" she asks in a whisper eyes wide like i had said the most obscured thing ever.

"you look good [y/l/n], is it a crime to speak my mind?" i muse a smirk crawling its way onto my lips.

"yes! yes it is a crime. you-you cant say that!"

"says who?"

"says every rule of being best friends!"

"i'm not a stickler for rules." i hum grabbing her waist and pulling her towards me. her face has the lightest dusting of red probably from the drinks she's had, but i'd like to think it's partly because of me.

"har." she muses eyes dazing over. "we-we cant!" her dazed eyes suddenly open to their full capacity pushing herself out of my arms.

"god you're insufferable woman i swear it!" i groan closing my eyes and rubbing my palms over them.

"harry our friendship is very valuable to me! i cant lose it because we decided to -well what would happen tonight if i told you i also think you look good? hmm?"

"i dont know probably ask you on a date then." i shrug my shoulders, my heart pumping as she frowns at me.

"what if we don't click as well as we think we would? i value our friendship more than wanting to test out a theory that would not work out." she sighs her eyes glazing over with tears.

"bunny," i sigh grabbing ahold of her hands, "what would change? absolutely nothing- well okay maybe if we did go out the only thing that would change would be us holding hands, kissing and what not but we do everything else the same. shit people always ask if we're dating if it's their first time meeting us. but to hell with all that, i cant help how i feel for you bun. i've always been attracted to you from the day you opened the dorm room and probably till the foreseeable future. you may not want me to feel this way but you don't dictate my feelings."

i watch as a tear falls down her beautiful face, a frown tugs on my lips. she quickly wraps her arms around my neck before placing a kiss on the corner of my mouth. "you make it so hard not to feel the same way." she chuckles while pulling away and looking me in the eye.

my heart soars at her words, a smile breaks out on my face as well as hers and before i can stop myself i press my lips against hers. feeling to jittery to hold back, "let's go to our room bunny." i sigh as i pull away.

"not so fast styles, i do believe you're supposed to take me out on a date before taking me to bed." she teases booping my nose.

"of course bunny, we'll go on a date." i hum grabbing ahold of her hand and tugging her along with me, "hm lets see the only place open at three in the morning would have to be waffle house." i tease as she scrunches her nose.

"hell no." she shakes her head tugging me in the direction of our dorms, "you can just take me to brunch tomorrow."

"oh fuck," i groan as my vision blurs, i drop my head to the crease of her neck and let out a moan

i grasp [y/n's] plushy hips and thrust deeply into her. i furrow my brows as i move back and forth slowly, receiving a few gasp and moans - here and there - they're breathy and light. i grab her face placing my lips on hers swallowing her whines.

"oh harry!" she moans sinking her nails into my back, her back arching off the bed.

"you're fucking beautiful." i groan as i take a moment to study her. her eyes rolling back in pleasure, nose flaring up slightly, mouth agape as small whimpers and moans escape her mouth.

my eyes trail down to the movement of my hips, pushing into her. i love watching myself thrusting my cock in and out, the view turning me on too no end. "god bunny," i moaned as i brought my lips to her neck. one of my arms wrap around her waist, bringing her closer to me, needing to feel her closer. my hand trailing down her body, i rub tight circles around her clit.

"oh my god bunny, you're so intoxicating." i moan loudly as she whimpers, "oh bun, i'm almost there." i mumbled to her, before sucking lightly on the column of her neck, my grunts and the sound of our skin slapping fills the small room. [y/n] lets out a string of profanities, her lips pressed against my ear.

"oh fuck," was all that escapes my lips before i find my release, i dont stop moving in and out of her. "cmon love, cum for me, need you to cum" i gasp at the feeling of being overstimulated, i watch as her eyes roll to the back of her head and mouth gasps wide open. feeling her clench around me she lets out a broken sob before we both turn to mush.

collapsing on-top of her i take one last look at her, hair disheveled, red cheeks, some dry tears down her face, lips plump, and glowing like the goddamn goddess she is.

"you gonna be my girlfriend bunny?" i ask and she looks at me with a wide smile slowly nodding.

"yeah har." she giggles placing a kiss on my cheek. "cant wait to rub the fact that i have a boyfriend - that i got on my own might i add - in my mothers face."

"it'll just be the two of us." i smile at her, she gleams up at me nodding.

"yeah, just the two of us."

another dorm mate story💗💗

-all the love

em

xo🐝

[ashwhowrites]

Hi, lovely Ash!

So I had this smutty and (kind of) cute request for Eddie. Like the reader is somewhere in the gray area where she isn't bullied but not among the most popular either but she has seen how the popular gang treats Eddie - they buy his weed and then scream as he walks past because he's the devil. So she tells him she wants to buy from him but when she gets to the picnic table she instead kisses him and starts going down on him saying "I just thought you deserved some good, for once".

Can go to full on smut or not, up to you :)

Hi, one of my favorite people ever with their excellent requests! I hope this is what you were looking for and you like it <3

Never proofread

Deserving

Y/N wasn't part of the popular crowd, she couldn't stand their arrogant attitudes and how fake they were. But she wasn't a target for them, she hid in the shadows and not many paid attention to her. Which she preferred.

Eddie Munson was a loner like she was, but sadly he was one of their main targets. She always felt bad for him. They only talked to him when they wanted weed from him. Being polite during deals but mocking him in the halls. She admired how he always brushed it off, but she knew some of it he took to heart.

She couldn't lie, he was incredibly attractive. His long hair, dark eyes, and lips always curved in a smirk. She fantasized about his hands and his fingers covered in rings. He was gorgeous.

She wasn't sure why she found herself wanting to make a move on him. Maybe she was tired of feeling bad for him and wanted to give him something he could enjoy. Or maybe she was tired of craving him.

She walked to his small table in the woods, he sat with a smile as she approached. He began to empty out his lunch box, setting out the different amounts of weed. But she kept staring at him and walked around the table. Eddie was confused as to why she was standing right next to him, instead of sitting across from him.

"What's up?" Eddie asked

"Not here to buy weed, Eddie." She smiled, "Stand up."

He followed her demand, still confused. He stood up and was now facing her. He went to question her again but her lips met his. She looped her fingers through his belt loops and yanked him closer. Eddie's mind was racing, but he felt himself sinking into the kiss.

He realized he hadn't kissed her back. He wrapped his arms around her waist and followed her lead. He matched her pace and hungrily kissed her back. He never thought of kissing her, and he hated how much he has been missing out.

Once she pulled away, she giggled as his eyes were still closed. She didn't wait for his reaction when she began to unbuckle his belt and dropped to her knees.

That snapped Eddie out of his daydream, "Woah, what are you doing?" He asked nervously, his eyes looking around as if someone could be watching them. But he didn't find himself wanting to stop her.

"You don't deserve the way you've been treated. You're hot, funny, smart, and you deserve some good in your life. Let me make you feel good?" She asked, pulling his jeans down to his ankles as he stood above her, staring at her with wide eyes.

He nodded as fast as he could, not trusting his voice. Was she really about to suck hi-yeah, yeah she was definitely sucking his dick in the middle of the woods.

He tried to make sure his knees didn't buckle when she gagged on him. His hands dove into her hair as he closed his eyes. He has never felt this good in his life. He's jacked off to porn, but his hand has never made him feel this good. His mind went blank, he wasn't worried about anyone catching them, he didn't care if he was caught with his dick down her throat. Fuck, he didn't even care if someone stole all the weed that sat on the table. As long as nothing interrupted the bliss he was feeling right now.

He looked down at her, she was already watching him. His heart raced at the sight. She looked beautiful. Her eyes were slightly watering as she worked on taking him down her throat even further. He wanted to capture this moment in his head, remember how she looked on her knees for him. He'd never use porn again, just the memory of this moment.

"Shit...gonna." He warned, moving to take him out of her mouth, but she chased after him. Planting her hands on the back of his thighs, forcing him not to move. She didn't slow down, it was like she was draining him.

Before he knew it, he was cumming down her throat, his mouth dropping as silent moans left. His hands clenched her hair in a tight grip as he bucked his hips through his orgasm. Panting as she cleaned him off, wiping her mouth as she pulled his jeans back up.

He stared at her in awe, silently watching as she buckled his belt and dusted off her knees. She smiled and pecked his lips, his own cum landing on his lip.

She waved as she walked off, and Eddie was frozen watching after her.

Did he just fall in love?

tags!

@bmunson86 @mxcheese @ladymunson @michaelfuckinglangdon @z0mbie-blah @biittersweet @mirrorsstuff @somethingvicked @micheledawn1975 @ago-godance @magnificantmermaid @tlclick73 @hargrovesswifee @cityofidek @manyfandomsfanvergentreblogs @silky-luxe @lokiofasgard616 @loving-and-dreaming @eddiemunsonsbitch69 @thegemaqua @ashlynnkennedy @strangerthingsstories5255 @harringt8ns @pleasinghellfire @whoscamila @stusdollface93

[fluentmoviequoter]

You're All Mine

Summary: Dalton makes a new friend who doesn't mind his shyness. Essentially, it's "introverts don't make friends, they get adopted by extroverts," but Dalton is the introvert and you, reader, are the extrovert. 1.5k+ words

Requested: Yes - "innocent shy dalton x outgoing reader"

Warnings: fluff, implication of third party alcohol consumption, brief mention of making out... I think that's all

A/N: I am in absolutely no way outgoing or extroverted so I based the reader's outgoing attributes on various characters. I hope I did the request justice and feel free to let me know what you think! Enjoy :)

“Whoa, those are amazing! Did you do all of them?”

Dalton turns quickly at the sound of an unfamiliar voice inside his dorm room.

“Sorry.” You smile and apologize once you see the startled look on his face. “I was walking down the hall and your door was open, so I saw your art.” You gesture toward all the paintings and drawings hanging over his bed. “They’re really good.”

“Thanks,” he says quietly.

“Where are my manners?” You ask rhetorically before introducing yourself and sticking your hand out for Dalton to take.

He gently shakes your hand - only once - before taking his hand back and saying his name.

“Nice to meet you, Dalton. See you around,” you promise before walking down the hallway.

Dalton sighs and sits back down, trying to remember what he was doing before you came in.

Somehow, Dalton ended up at a frat party. Internally, he wants to curse his temporary roommate Chris for bringing him, but he is too busy trying to make himself as small and invisible as possible. Once through the front door, Dalton hopes the crowd will keep him hidden. As Chris drags him through the crowd, he hears a familiar voice.

“No, it’s no problem, swear! I’ll be right back!” You say somewhere behind him.

Were you that sweet to him? he wonders. He had been caught off guard when you just appeared earlier.

“I am so sorry,” you say as you bump into Chris, gently grabbing her shoulder to right her. “Dalton!” You squeal, throwing your arms around his neck in a tight hug.

Dalton’s eyes widen, and his facial expression is pure fear as he looks at Chris over your shoulder. She makes a hugging motion and points at you, which leads him to slowly wrap his arms around your waist.

“I did not think I’d see you here. I wasn’t planning on coming either - you know how frat guys are - but my roommate didn’t want to come alone, so,” you trail off and shrug as you pull back, a smile that seems much too genuine for the setting on your face.

“I know the feeling,” Dalton grumbles under his breath.

“Do you want anything? I’m going to grab some of my friends a drink.” You look between Chris and Dalton as they politely decline. “Then I guess I’ll see you later! Great seeing you, Dalton.”

Dalton watches as you expertly move through the crowd and wonders if you purposefully bumped into Chris, considering you haven’t come close to anyone else. He’s snapped out of his thoughts by Chris grabbing his forearm.

“Daydream later, Dolphin, we have frat boy belongings to go through,” she says as she drags him to the stairs.

Dalton looks around the bedroom with his hand in his pockets while Chris opens drawers and rifles around on the desktop. Chris hears someone coming and considers kissing Dalton for a distraction, then thinks again and decides the chances of it being his first kiss are too high, and she doesn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

“Oh.” You stop as you realize someone is occupying the room. When you see who, you wonder if you wrongly evaluated Dalton; maybe he isn’t as shy and innocent as he seems. “I’ll - uh - give you two some privacy.”

Once the door is closed, Dalton looks at Chris with furrowed brows and downturned lips. “Privacy? Why?”

“How do you even know her, Dalton?” Chris asks with a laugh. “Chase her down and try to talk to her. For me?”

Dalton seems to contemplate the request before walking out of the room.

“Go get her, tiger - I mean Dolphin!” Chris yells down the hall behind him.

You’re on the front porch with a small group of people when Dalton finally finds you. Unsure of how to approach, he stands to the side and looks in your general direction, waiting for you to notice him. When you finally look away from the person talking, you see Dalton and smile, gesturing with your hand for him to come over. He shakes his head, a movement so small you only know it happened because his hair moves. You smile and say something to the girl beside you before setting your cup down and walking to him.

“Enjoying the party?” You ask.

“Why-“ Dalton clears his throat and starts over, “Whatever you think was happening upstairs wasn’t. Chris was just digging through his stuff.”

Your smile grows at his rushed explanation. “Oh, ok. If anyone deserves to have their personal belongings messed with, it’s Nick.”

Dalton nods, his hands nervously tucking in and out of his pockets.

“Do you want to get out of here?” you offer. “These things only get crazier from here.”

“And go where?”

“Anywhere you want. You can go home, we can go get milkshakes, make out under a tree,” you add the last one nonchalantly for the entertaining reaction you anticipate Dalton will give.

Dalton nods with your first two suggestions, then nearly chokes on air with the last one. You instantly feel bad, placing a hand on his arm as you apologize and explain it was a joke.

“It’s fine,” Dalton says, a small smile forming. “Milkshakes sound good. If you meant it?”

“I always mean it when I bring up milkshakes. Let’s go; my treat.”

You grab Dalton’s hand and interlace your fingers without thinking, not noticing how he stares at your hands as he walks beside you.

“What’s your milkshake poison?” You ask as you join Dalton in the booth, sliding in beside him rather than across from him.

He shrugs as he glances at you.

“I like chocolate,” you explain, “I know it’s basic, but is chocolate ever the wrong answer?”

“I like chocolate,” Dalton agrees.

“One or two?” Dalton looks confused, so you add, “Milkshakes. Do you want to share one or get two?”

“Oh. Um, we can share. I guess. If it’s ok with you.”

“Dalton, two things you should know as my new best friend, I only share food with my friends, and I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t mean it.”

“Best friend?”

“Oh, yeah, you’re all mine now.”

The smile you send him makes Dalton think maybe that isn’t so bad. He watches you greet the waitress and ask how her day is going, talking to her about her law school classes before ordering one chocolate milkshake with two straws. He wonders how someone that goes to frat parties with no problem can be so kind. He also wonders how he is lucky enough to be ‘all yours.’

“How are your classes so far? I mean, I’m not convinced you need art classes based on what I saw in your dorm, but are you enjoying them?” You ask as you wait for the milkshake.

“They’re good. Interesting. My teacher’s a little… out there, I guess.”

“Who isn’t?” You ask with a laugh.

He smiles and asks which school you’re attending, hanging on your every word as you answer.

“One chocolate milkshake, two straws. Can I get anything else for you two?” The waitress asks as she sets the milkshake between you and Dalton.

You glance at him, and he shakes his head, so you respond, “No, we’re good. Thank you so much, and good luck on your BAR exam!”

You turn to Dalton and gesture to the milkshake, “After you.”

“You paid for it,” Dalton argues.

You smile at his sudden boldness before stating, “Which means I get to decide. You try it first.”

Dalton concedes and takes a sip, eyes widening at the intense chocolate flavor.

“Whoa.”

“I know, right?” You gush. “I come here every chance I get. They put espresso beans in to amplify the chocolate flavor; it’s my favorite milkshake in the whole world.”

“Which dorm do you live in?” You ask as you exit the diner with your hand in Dalton's, mentally creating a route to both of your dorms. “Yours is on the way to mine, so I can drop you off.”

“My dad would kill me if I didn’t walk you home,” Dalton states.

“Really?” You giggle as you wrap your free hand around his forearm, not noticing the way his breath catches at your touch.

“Probably not, but it’s still the gentlemanly thing to do,” Dalton says after a moment.

“Well, you have class in the morning, so I relieve you of your gentleman duties. But only for tonight.”

You walk in a comfortable silence, insisting on accompanying Dalton to his dorm room door once you arrive.

“This was fun, Dalton. We should do it again.”

Dalton nods and misses the warmth of your hand as you take it back.

“Maybe we’ll skip the frat party next time.”

“That would be nice.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Dalton,” you say, wrapping him in a quick hug before leaving for your dorm.

“Tomorrow?” He asks.

You turn back, the smile you’d been wearing all night widening. “Oh yeah. I meant it when I said you’re mine now. Goodnight, Dalton.”

He watches as you disappear around the corner, with no thoughts of darkness in his mind. He doesn’t even register the sound of the door opening until Chris speaks, “You, my weird Dolphin, just got adopted by an extrovert.”

Dalton looks at her and blushes as she adds, “A very pretty extrovert.”

[lustkillers]

okok hear me out: rough sex in a loud party where any character you want is pounding into reader, forcing them to be quiet until he cums all over her and forces her back into the party, putting her on display for everyone. just a thought, love you're writing !!

LOOSEN UP THEIR FROWN, MAKE 'EM FEEL ALIVE!

⊹₊ ⋆ summary. - you're only his.

┃ tags/warnings. ࿐ ❪ nsfw freak shit here! hard dom!euro, sub!reader unprotected sex, rough sex, impact play, public sex/exhibitionism?? , voyeurism?, slight asphyxiation, degradation, spit, jealous!euro, toxic (?) couple tbh, FACIALLLL!!! ❫

⊹₊ ⋆ pairing - euronymous x fem!reader ❪ not the actual euronymous, only rory’s portrayal. ❫

⊹₊ ⋆ note - IM BACKKK from my dreadful writers block!! i'm also bombarded with school work, i'm so sorry for being inactive on terms of writing!! thank u for the request & hopefully i did this request justice... i'm literally sick as shit and seeing stars!! as always, not proofread! requests are open!!

HOW did you end up here? Standing in the middle of a house party, your face covered in his cum. Others knew, some didn't. But you knew... You knew it all too well.

Øystein had been pissing you off recently, so you decided to take a night out on the town with your friends to blow off some steam. Plus, you knew Øystein would be busy and wouldn't bother you tonight, as he had other plans.

He'd always be deep into his music, making him insufferable sometimes. You wanted a night without his judgment, so you went to the house party, not telling him that you were leaving. 'It's not like he cares...' You thought.

The party was raging with people inside, strobe lights scattered along the house and the intense thumping of bass. You felt your body come alive with every beat, and soon you were dancing among everyone else.

Your friends had left you to talk to other guys, get drinks, and possibly fuck. That alone made you want to leave, but something about this party didn't allow you to. Everything around you was a blur, and other men had hands on your waist... But they weren't him.

Suddenly, you felt a new pair of hands around your waist. You looked back and saw Øystein standing there, his eyes smoldering with desire… But also anger and passion. He looked at you with an intensity that made your body tremble.

Your stomach bubbled with many emotions, and your head was like a wheel; spinning with what you should say to him at this moment.

“What are you doing here? I thought I told you to stay away from parties like this, but now here you are!” Øystein said incredulously.

You wanted to say something along the lines of how it wasn't his decision to make, but you couldn't take your eyes off him; he was still holding you close. Something in your head felt unscrewed, not responding well to his response. You should've been defending yourself... Not standing there with your eyes searching his.

“I-I…” You stuttered, unable to put together any sort of coherent response.

He only grabbed you, leading you away from the suffocating crowd you didn't even know was bothering you until this point. He kept a tight grip on you as he dragged you upstairs.

As soon as you reached the top, there was a hallway with 3 doors; 2 adjacent to each other, and one parallel to the 2 doors. He opened the door parallel to the 2, loud moans ringing through both of your ears, the sight of your friend riding some random guy she just met.

A yelp emits from your mouth, your hand instantly closing the door. A deep sigh leaves Øystein's mouth, a chuckle soon to follow.

"This is why I told you to stay away from parties like this," he said shaking his head as he released you from his ironclad grip. You were about to speak up again, but the words caught in your throat when he grabbed your face and inched closer, a smirk slowly making its way across his face.

The couple hastily moved away from each other, a stern look suddenly present in Øystein's face. He motioned you to come inside the room while they quickly ran out of it, leaving you two alone.

The atmosphere was tense as Øystein pointed his finger at you, the silence filling the room. He finally opened his mouth to speak. "You were about to do something stupid," He said accusingly, his intense gaze never leaving your face.

You gulped, suddenly intimidated by him. "I-I was just curious," you stuttered. You instantly regretted your words.

He clenched his jaw, looking at you with disdain before letting out a deep breath and relaxing his stance a bit.

"Curiosity is not always your friend," he tilted his head, his gaze still boring into yours as he grabbed your hands in his own. "I think… You’re just acting like a slut to get my attention."

You felt your heart racing as you stared back at him, unable to find words. Øystein smiled devilishly before swooping in for a kiss without warning, spinning you around and pushing you against the wall. He then kissed every inch of your body until his lips were back on yours. You could feel electricity coursing through both of your bodies and it felt amazing. You knew then that you were in way too deep.

His grip on you was tight, almost bruising your waist. As you both kissed, his body collided with yours, and soon you found yourself laid on the bed with him on top of you.

Your pussy pooled with wetness, his veiny, pale hands traveling to your core. He started to move his fingers inside you, pushing and pulling in a deep rhythm. His subtle and gentle movements were filling your body up with pleasure like nothing else before. With each thrust of his hand, you felt yourself coming closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.

Before you even came, his hands retracted from your core and his lips trailed down your neck. He worked his way to your nipples, pulling up your top, and teasing them with his tongue as he moved further down past the small of your back, kissing each inch of skin as if it were precious.

However the passion ended there. Øystein suddenly flipped you over on all fours, his hand colliding with your ass; a stinging sensation traveling through you.

A moan escaped your lips, as you felt empty without him inside. In order to fill that void, your fingers found its way to your clit, rubbing it as strained whimpers escaped your mouth.

He smacked your hand away, placing his hand in front of your mouth. "Spit." He demanded.

A pool of your saliva bubbled on his hand, as he retracted it and rubbed it on his aching cock.

And before you knew it, he was spearing into you. His thrusts hurried and intense, as if it were his last time, each increasing in pressure until he was shaking with the feeling of pure pleasure.

"S-Slow down, Øystein... Fuck!" You cried out, sobs bubbling out of your mouth, and as soon as you know it, tears spilled out from pleasure.

Your moans rung in his ears as he noticed the music downstairs died down a bit, but he didn't care. He was too focused on the blissful pleasure that your body gave him, as your muscles clenched onto his cock with each thrust, sending spasms of ecstasy through his body.

His hand grabbed a handful of your hair, roughly stuffing your face into the pillows, suppressing your moans.

"Be fucking quiet, whore." He seethed, as his thrusts quickened and the air filled with your muffled moans.

It was hard to breathe with your face in the pillows, and the fact that he kept smacking your ass didn't help much. You felt your insides warming up as he hit just the right spot, and it wasn't long before a wave of heat spread over your body.

Just before you knew it, you came on his hard cock, moaning into the pillow as your wet pussy clenched tightly onto his cock. Your fluids seeped down your thighs, as your body shook in recovering pleasure.

Øystein was about to fall apart, his thrusts going erratic. His hands grabbed your shoulders and he started pounding into you wildly. It wasn't long before he let out a deep guttural grunt, "Let me paint that pretty face of yours." He pulled your head out the pillows, whispering in your ear.

The searing pain of the grip on his hair flowed through you, but you were still at a high.

He made you drop to your knees, pumping his cock right in front of your face. You opened your mouth, closing your eyes and letting Øystein shoot his cum over your tongue and face.

It was then that you felt the last contractions of his orgasm, and Øystein finally released his grip from your hair. You stayed on your knees for a moment, taking in everything that just happened.

As you looked up to him with glazed eyes, his smile devilishly looking down upon you. "Let's go," His voice raspy.

You stood up, nodding, and your knees slightly went weak. "Let me just wipe my face–"

"No." Øystein's voice was stern. "Leave it." He said with a smirk.

As you both descended down the stairs, the party still going on as a few eyes stared at you. Silence was shared between them, while others raised an eyebrow.

Shit, some of them even had a hard-on.

Øystein didn't care though,

he wanted everyone to know you were his.