#honestly it's like a peak of underwear & pussy

[panb1mbo]

i rlly can't do anything about the way the sluttiness in me triples when i lay on my bed in a miniskirt and feel it riding up to expose just a peak of underwear

[matchamiko]

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Lucky Undies

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Warnings: oral sex ( f -> receiving) m.masturbation, mentions height difference (reader implied shorter than Aizawa), reader implied big belly, thighs + ass (ie. not skinny), prev. established relationship, sooooo self-indulgent don’t look at me

₊˚⊹ ᰔ Note: disgusted with myself honestly.

“What are those?”

You stop in your tracks, toothbrush lodged in your cheek and foam threatening to drip down your chin.

Aizawa stands behind you in the bathroom doorway, eyes trained dark on the tug of your sleep shirt over your ass. Spitting into the skin, bending lower and offering more of a view, you finish washing your mouth with heat all over your face,

“I didn’t have anything else clean, s’all I got,” you explain yourself, eyes connecting with his in the mirror,

“And they’re your last resort because?” Arms folded over his broad chest sprayed with dark hair, Aizawa cocks his hip against the doorway, eyes never leaving the peak of your asscheek from beneath the t-shirt. It’s his and it’s soft and he offered it to you on your first sleepover years ago, a little tighter round the middle now but still long enough to pass as a nightie.

“They don’t fit!” You resort with embarrassment, “they pinch my hips and they go up my butt ‘nd roll down my belly if I bend down or even move,” you feel as though there’s steam hissing from your ears, suddenly regretting even putting on the offending underwear. You’d miscounted your laundry days and found yourself wearing either silky lingerie or old high legged cheeky style undies that were a very adorable baby pink and sported a little red rose at the front. Usually you wore comfortable high rise with a trusty band and often times sensible colours so to not show through your chosen trousers or skirts of the day. Maybe you’d wear a thong if you felt adventurous but comfort was key in your relationship with underwear, and being with Aizawa for so long helped you not only explore that a little bit but also enabled you to stay comfortable without judgement or ridicule.

And Aizawa liked your plain underwear, didn’t care much for it really because all he often wanted was them off or not even on in the first place. Complaining about his partners choice in underwear was beneath him; he’s a man, he’s mature and he’d much rather eat your pussy than muse over what’s covering it.

But these? He’s not seen these before.

“Cute,” he says with a gravelly voice, stalking forwards slowly, “you look cute,”

Biting your lip, you shake your head,

“I’ll just put some gym shorts on and do a quick wash, s’stupid to even try to do anything in these,” you grumble dejectedly, turning and even in your limited movements, the seam tugs over your cheek and makes you cringe.

But Aizawa is as sturdy as he is stubborn, a wall preventing you from leaving and a large hand sits heavy and inviting on your hip.

“I said you look cute,” he says pointedly, “not just the underwear, but you in general, seeing your skin makes me - desperate,”

That hand smoothes under your sleep shirt, fingering the thin, stretchy band of the panties with a heavy breath in his chest. The harder he pulls the band, the higher up your hip they go and the further up your -

“They’re just panties Shouta,” you blink up at him, leaning closer to ease his fondling, “stupid uncomfable panties that is,”

“Shh,” Aizawa kisses you quiet, a peck to keep you satisfied while his other hand drifts over to your ass, fisting the fat and spreading you meanly, “just - lemme look for a sec,”

His eyes catch the flash of your asshole in the mirror, panties caught taught and high over your ass and he groans low and deep from his belly. You clear your throat and whimper when he buries his face into your neck, teeth scraping the delicate skin there. Then - his hand rounds to your stomach, fiddling with the little silky rose before tickling the exposed skin of your belly from where the panties had dislodged and folded down.

He doesn’t often explore you this selfishly, having listened to your qualms and insecurities over your body, doing it to prove that no weight could distance him from desiring your body. But he touches you with a filthy selfish agenda and filthier moans.

Thick fingers tease you over the fabric, slippery with your arousal, sliding between your folds and circling your clit with loud little click. It’s shameful how turned on you are at his exploration of your underwear, but he’s no better; hard and heavy and leaking against your hip. ‘Nd when you look down, mewling at the thick forearm jammed between your cushiony thighs, you can see the flushed tip of his cock peaking from the sagging waistband of his underwear, black and tight and baring a hole just above the seam on his thigh.

And suddenly you understand exactly how Aizawa feels with you in underwear he’s never seen before. Because those are boxers you bought him three christmases ago and are also a result of not doing laundry often enough. And when you look up at him with your hand squeezing him through the thin fabric; your shameful desperation is reflected in his eyes.

All too suddenly, Aizawa is on his knees and your lower back is cradled uncomfortably against the bathroom counter, and he’s all up between your thighs with devastating groans and grunts.

“Taste’s fuckin’ divine,” his tongue is hot and so wet against the gusset of your underwear, pulled tight over your cunt and practically frothing with how aroused you are. One hand cups your ass and spreads you, the other is crude and sharply tugging on his cock. At the taste of you. At the smell of you. Nipping your clit through the fabric and sucking hard enough to send you shuddering and shaking right down to your toes.

“Shouta ! S’too much !” You grip the top of his head, hair tangled from sleep but the tugging of the knots seem to encourage him, groaning into your cunt and huffing deep agonising breaths against your pubis. You’re on your tiptoes, one leg lifting a little even to give him space and Aizawa shuffles closer on his knees, haphazardly throwing your leg over his broad, sinewy shoulder.

It’s almost like the sensations are muted, dulled through the thin fabric of your panties. But they’re still there and you fumble with your shirt for a moment before lifting it and tucking the hem beneath your chin so you can look down, down at your boyfriend so eagerly and so messily slurping at your pussy.

He’s feral like this, eyes fluttering and nose pressed hard into your clit, tongue trying to rip through into you but failing miserably. Or not, as it seems that wasn’t his goal, simply content with tasting you through the panties that had entrapped him so suddenly. You couldn’t even feel confused and weird at his random bout of arousal over your too-small panties, too thrummed with pleasure and the shivers of an orgasm to really deep dive it.

It rears its head slowly, but with a strength you’d yet to experience before. All suction and desperate licks, moans and grunts vibrating you just enough to send you jerking into his mouth. Hips moving on their own, tits falling from the grasp of your shirt and shuddering with your movements. Your underwear slips and tugs harshly as you grind through your orgasm, pulled taught only by Aizawa’s insistent tongue and fingers. He seemed to have given up on his own pleasure, or got enough from watching and tasting you, both hands clutching your thighs around his head.

“Let up, oh my god, give me a sec Shouta,” you’re still panting hard, limbs boneless and belly throbbing with every aftershock, cunt fluttering against the sodden and stained panties, “you’re such a - now I really don’t have anything to wear today,”

Your words die from a telling off to a small sigh at the sight of him, drunk on the sight and taste of you. His eyes are heavy, mouth open and shining with your spend, cheeks flushed and chest heaving,

“Good news for me then,” he stands with a grunt, coming in close enough for you to smell the remnants of your orgasm on his lower face - but he doesn’t kiss you. Instead massaging your hips and the tangled band of your underwear, “I’m having you on my face next, ‘nd keep these on,”

He’s a pervert really, snapping the band and making you tut in disapproval. But as you follow him into the bedroom with a sheepish grin and nervous lust building in your chest; you realise you are too, for letting him indulge in this and letting him.

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[ghost-girl277]

you leave the door open when you shower part 1-jjk

Part 2

Part 1-choso, Nanami, ino

Part 2-???

Warnings ⚠️-cumming, mentions of chocking, hotel sex, blow job, reader getting their back blow out, reader has a 😺, shower sex, slight masterbation, spelling errors, 18+

Note- comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated! Thank you for reading❤️👍🏼👍🏼 haven't posted in a while but thank you all for the notes and follows.

Choso

water dripped down every curve of your body, steam from the shower traveling out of the bathroom through the partly opened door partnered with the smell of your body wash, loud and inviting, filling the rooms with your scent.

Ten minutes into your shower you heard the muffled sounds of a door opening, closing, then locking. Choso paused at the potent smell, the scent that smelled exactly like you. "Choso?" you called, making the man walk and turn the corner only to find that the door to the bathroom was cracked widely open, "yeah?" he replied after a bit of silence "do you mind grabbing me my shampoo from my bag?choso blinked before turning around and looking at the set bag that was on your "dibs" bed "...okay." Walking over and ignoring the strange feeling in his gut, he opened it but what he saw was the shampoo, instead it was a pair of your underwear, light blue and lacey, the feeling immediately coming back and going to his- "choso?" you called again, he moved the material slowly and took out the colorful bottle and knocked on the door "come in". At that he paled even more than he already was; you wanted him to go in while you were indecent? And for a moment choso pondered on the feeling in his pants, he was honestly worried out by his this new human body because he never felt like this when he was a curse. He walked in and swallowed at the sight of your body through the thin plastic, which was the only thing that separated him from you. You peaked your head from around the shower curtain suddenly, handing the shampoo to you he couldn't help himself from staring at the exposure of your neck, wet and soapy "thank you" your voice seem to break him from his trance "you're welcome" he wasn't sure what was going on but he felt embarrassed?, deprived, needy, and despite your state he was the one feeling vulnerable "can I-I mean do you mind.. if I join you?" he asked unintentionally innocent.

you moaned, your shower being long forgotten, choso picked one of your legs up and fucked into you at an unsteady rythem. Choso going so deep the air in your lungs practically being forced out causing breathless whimpers to mix in with the water hitting your bodies. "Is this good? Am I doing it right?" Choso was no better, moaning louder than you as you took his virginity, pussy hoping to never let him go as it squeezed around him every time he pulled out to the tip before framing his dick up your wet hole again and again and again "yesyesyes, don't stop!" Your nails clawed down his pecs from his shoulders, continuing their descend to your clit and rub it as your body was building up an orgasm "what are you doing" his curiosity spoke loud "it helps" you breathe out "with an orgasm" "that's a good, right? can I try" shaking your head yes, your hand going to his wrist to guide his pace. "something's happening" choso moaned out, and with that being the only warning, choso's hot cum being fucked into you followed by your own orgasm. But he didn't stop, only speeding up more and more forcing you both into oversimulation "why- you plan this didn't you?" He asked into your ear, still pumping himself into you harder as he leaned his forehead into the crook of your neck "do this again, please"

Nanami

Nanami pressed his back harder into the headboard everytime he pictured your naked body beyond the crack of the door, not even 10 minutes ago he entered the hotel room and going straight to the bathroom only to stop right before it and see you're sitting figure on the tub turning the water on only wearing underwear

he felt sick, like a pervert for getting a hard on like this for his coworker, for his friend. He tried to ignore the aching feeling and the small wet spot on his pants caused by pre-cum. He took off his shirt and belt, deciding that he'll take a shower in the morning instead and hoping that by the time you returned from the shower he's asleep, slipping off his pants and sighing at the slight friction that was given to his desperate dick, he didn't hear the softness of your bare feet come out of the bathroom, nor see your figure peeking out from the corner. "Nanami?" you called quietly, he turned around quickly completely apone hearing you, forgetting his half-necked state, he paused, the first thing he noticed was your hair wet and hanging down some framing your face, second, the visibility of the small of your neck down to your collar bone to your chest that was covered in a towel, nipples poking the fabric, and third, one of your legs peeking out as you leaned your half necked figure around the corner. Nanami had to suppress and moan, clearing his throat and asking what you needed slightly blushing from your and his state of clothing or like there of; he turned his head to look at the shirt sitting atop your bag that you requested. Swallowing the lump in his throat because there was no way you didn't notice the massive bulge in his underwear, he grabbed it and walked up to you, a little too closer than necessary, his eyes seem to be filled with frustration as your scent only made him realize his desire for you and what he can't hav. You stepped around the corner, now almost chest to chest with the man, making his eyes descend and mouth go agape. You dropped your towel and took your shirt from his hand. "Thank you, Nanami"

He groaned and gritted, eyes shut and concentrating not to be too loud because next door was bound to hear his sounds of pleasure, his hand went up to his face and dragged it down stopping before his mouth. He peered down at you with slim eyes, sat nicely on your knees slightly bent forward and completely naked as you try to take him full, struggling and gagging with just how big he was. A moan slipped, quiet and small, but enough to have you peeling up at him from below and you slowly slid his cock down your throat again. The action causing him to warn you of his upcoming white hot orgasm before his seed shot into the back of your throat in multiple strands, you swallowed then wiped your mouth with the back of your wrist, looking up at him with a smile about to say something smug before he began to talk first.

"My turn"

Ino

He tried to ignore it, he did, the sound of your moans, muffled from the steaming water as you pleasured yourself, the feeling of his pants getting uncomfortably tight, but every time he distracted himself your moans seem to be more potent inside his head. When he gave up he started to imagine how exactly were you touching yourself, were you rubbing circles on your clit? Were you teasing yourself? What were you thinking about? Were your fingers buried deep in your sweet pussy walls.? If it was him he'd do whatever you desired, overstimulation or edging you, before he could stop he was playing with himself with the thought of you, rubbing his bulge to the speed of your moans, then he stopped, head turning to the crack door. It felt so wrong, he didn't want to be here, pathetically touching himself and wishing it was you, he wanted to be there and make you feel good, fuck you and treat you so well you never forget him whether you wanted him to pound you like he hated you or show how he feels about you by going nice and gentle. He'd kiss your forehead, his hand coming up and wrapping it around your throat not hard enough to cause you to lose oxygen flow but enough for you to remember that it's there as his hips slam into you, cock going deeper each time and making your orgasm hit hard and the wind being temporarily knocked out of you; he'd fuck you for as long as you wanted and pull as many orgasms out of you as you needed, but, he would never actually have the confidence to go into that bathroom that he knew was left open on purpose. He didn't notice the sound of water being shut off or the sound of you walking out the bathroom, nor notice you were standing in the doorway with nothing on but a way to big graphic t-shirt, but the sound of his name and the way it rolled off your tongue seem to snap him out of his trance.

"Ino?" you questioned, when he turned he didn't expect your face to look confused and a little...hurt? And he definitely didn't expect you to be half-dressed. You walked over to him and sat on your hamstrings right next to his legs as you faced him, your legs slightly open and you notice the way a small moan escaped him as his eyes darted down between your legs. You spoke quietly and he could have missed it if it wasn't for the deep quiet of the room, he noticed that the disappointed expression didn't falter as your words told him you left the door open on purpose, despite already know this his mouth open and closing. Taking his silence as rejection, you got up and headed to your own bed before a hand grab your wrist, pressing his body plush against your back as both of his arms came up and rapped themselves around your middle waist. "Don't go" he was quiet with his words as if he'd scare you off if he spoke any louder "you didn't come in the bathroom when I left it open" you said, playing with the hem of your T-shirt "I know.. give me another chance?"

You were on your back, his arms hooked under your legs as he held them close to your chest from apart "fuckfuckfuckfuck!" You practically screamed, then incredible feeling of your stomach tightening and fluttering making you moan in contentment, his dick hitting so deep and itching all the perfect angles. His hand dropping from one of your legs and to instead play with your forgotten clit just like he imagined minutes ago, he peppered kisses over your face and gave you praise after praise, telling you that it won't be long until you're coming on his cock again, saying that he's going to fill you up so nicely if you let him.

" fuck, pleasepleaseplease go out with me I don't- don't just want to fuck you, I want to be yours please. I'm gonna cum, can I do it inside?" with allowed moan from the both of you, you came together, not stopping and instead pushing his cum deeper inside you. The neighbors was definitely going to have a few complaints in the morning.

Part 2

Comment who you want in part two if you want to, and as always thank you for reading have a nice day 🌞 nigh 🌝 and evening 🌆

ghost-girl227~~xo~~

[riley-gordon]

Date Night with Damien

18+, Minors DNI

Summary: You eat dinner in, then Damien eats you out.

Neither of you are particularly social individuals, so date nights in are a must 

If there is one thing about Damien that is well known, it is that he loves food

He’s actually rather good at cooking and loves to when he has the time 

You, on the other hand, have managed to burn ramen before 

Damien is well aware of how you are with cooking 

It’s honestly one of the things that he thinks is very cute about you 

Typically, you let Damien choose the food for your nights together as he is the more adventurous one when it comes to flavors 

However, you guys are going with classic baked mac and cheese along with peach cobbler for dessert tonight

He's a Georgia boy who loves Southern classics

You put some random music on and the two of you move about his kitchen in fluid movements  

Coming together every once in a while in soft fleeting moments 

His broad frame reaching over you to grab something from the cabinets 

You looking over his shoulder to watch while he prepares the fruit 

His hands brushing over your lower back as he moves past you 

Eventually the music comes to a slower song and you two can’t help but shift closer to one another 

He starts humming in a low voice as you two start to sway together 

The end of the song has you both glancing at each others lips 

You start to lean in to one another, your lips are just inches apart 

Then the song changes and the moment is lost

Eventually you both finish up the meal you are working on and move to the couch with your plates

A movie is chosen at random to occupy the silence, although it isn't necessary

After dinner is done, you both grab a blanket to cuddle in for the rest of the movie

Damien pulls you to lay on top of him on the recliner

Eventually his hands start to wander over the front of your body and one hand strays to your chest while the other dips under the waistband of your pants and into your lace panties

He expertly circles your clit as he's done many times before

He slowly enters two fingers into your hole as he starts fingering you from behind slowly and carefully while keeping consistent pressure on your bud using his palm

It doesn't take long for you to reach your peak and you let out a small whine

"Damien" you breathe out

He picks you up and places you down on the couch as he kneels in front of you

"Don't you want anything in return?" You ask confused

"Not tonight angel, tonight is all about you." You certainly couldn't complain about that.

He pulls off your leggings and places delicate kisses on your upper thighs

He places a kiss over your underwear and slides those down your legs as well

He just takes a moment to really look at you and whispers "so beautiful" under his breath

He leans in and licks a long stripe up your slit and leans back slightly to make eye contact with you before placing your legs on his shoulders and leaning back in

He takes your bud back into his mouth and sucks gently

You start to shift in the chair and grab his hair with one of your hands while you use the other to play with your nipples

"harder" you whimper

He merely just hums into your pussy and decides to obey you for tonight

He decides to suck on your bud while inserting two fingers into your dripping slit and curling them to brush against your sweet spot

You clamp your legs around his head and let out a "shit" while you reach your second peak of the night

He gives you a moment before giving your thighs one final kiss and placing your legs back on the ground

He leans in for a kiss and you can't help but revel in how you taste on his tongue

"You enjoy yourself angel?"

"Very much so, you didn't have to do all that you know"

"I know, but dinner wasn't an interesting enough flavor tonight"

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First time writing/posting something like this, pretty please leave any comments or criticism! If there are any fanfic writers reading this, give me all you got!

(Also would anybody be interested in a written out oneshot of this?)

[chocolatecoveredfanfics]

Ezreal NSFW Alphabet

Heartsteel! Ezreal x Fem! Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Mature

Cross-posted from AO3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Ez likes to pamper and praise you. Especially after trying out something new in bed. You put up with all the crazy positions he wants to try out, so he has to give you something in return (other than his cum).

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His face. Even more when it's drenched in you cum.

But on you? Your tits. He's gonna be shoving his face in-between them, nude or not.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

His cum is viscous and things can get really messy. But god does he love seeing you covered in his cum. He has so many cum-shot photos of you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has definitely jacked off with your clothing you’ve left behind. The smell of you drives him crazy. Ez has not doubt fapped with you underwear.

God you do not know how much you affect him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's pretty experienced. Had a couple girlfriends and one nightstands here and there but they were always vanilla. But you? Whole other experience. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

It's impossible for him to choose. But so far he's enjoyed pretzel dip and cowgirl. Especially cowgirl. It does something to him when you take control. And seeing your face contort into pleasure and your tits bounce while you ride him? Pure heaven.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

God he can be too goofy. But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Sometimes, when he's about to go down on you he blows raspberries on your stomach. He also sometimes adds sound effects, like “boing!” when he presses your breasts up and lets them bounce.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

You've never really known what his real hair color was until the first time you gave him head. He's a blond. And very well groomed. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

You become absolute putty in his hands. He compliments you so sweetly and sincerely. He’s a lovestruck fool around you. And so are you but you’re honestly better at hiding it. He loves PDA while you’re a bit more lowkey. When you have soft, slow, romantic sex? He makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world that matters to him. He may be a goofball but when he expresses his love for you… Wow. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Not that often since his sex drive is pretty sedated with you around. But if you’re far away from each other? Phone sex or video call. You both struggle to reach your peaks without each other’s voice.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

BDSM and creampies. Again he loves seeing you covered in his cum. He prefers to be dominated when it comes to BDSM. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) In bed of course. But he also likes doing it in his car or (on rare occasions) the changing room at the studio. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything and I mean ANYTHING that has to do with you will get him going. You sent a cute little selfie to him? He’s glad his pants are pretty loose because he’s gonna have a hardon all day, thinking about you sucking him off. You send him a clip of you practicing your dance moves? He’s gonna need a quickie ASAP. He NEEDS your thighs wrapped around him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that makes you uncomfortable. He's excited to try new things with you, as long you both understand each other's boundaries.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

BOTH. Man is STARVED of your pussy. 

But also feeling your mouth around him?? He feels like he's died and gone to heaven.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)Depends on the mood and what you’re both planning for that round. But if you’re away from each other for too long? Desperate sex.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves quickies. He usually makes it into a competition to see who can cum faster. Quickies are also a form of motivation for him.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Depends. The thought of getting caught turns him on sometimes.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

1-2 rounds. If you want anymore than that you’re going to have to take the reins.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Fuck yeah. He loves using toys with you. His favorites are vibrators and cock rings.

The only toys he doesn't really like are strokers. He'd rather have your delicate hands wrapped around his cock or your face stuffed full of him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)He loves to tease, but at the same time doesn’t since you’ll retaliate x2 worse the next time you’re in bed together. And he honestly can’t handle that, you make him feel like he’s going to implode.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He can be pretty loud and his moans are just as pretty as his singing. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He has a phone he uses specifically to record sex with you. The amount of photos and videos he has is crazy. And they’re not just you, there’s various photos and videos of him too. He takes it with him when he’s on tour and can’t see you. He loves mutual masturbation btw

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)His girth is pretty average but it’s long with a slight curve (that hits all the right spots). 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high. He’s really addicted to you. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If it’s a night where you’re in control? He’s knocked out like a light. But if it’s a night where he’s in control he’s lulling you to sleep with soft caresses to your back and head. 

All in all, this man is absolutely obsessed with you. He's a lovesick puppy around you.

[pedge-page]

i’m so sad about the best man voter turnout on your poll and humbly, faithfully request a Crumb 🧎🏻‍♀️😵‍💫 the christmas update did things to me

I am honestly so grateful for this ask because I've been missing Best Man for some time. The Christmas one didn't pan out as well as I hoped and it got away from me for some time thinking maybe everyone lost interest, so THANK YOU for reaching out. I wrote this just now after reading your message 💕

Here's a sneak peak at the next part of Best Man Series: Candles

18+ ONLY

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You gulp down his salty load, lips suctioned to his tip and milking him clean to avoid any messes that might linger.

“Good slutty wife,” he whispers down to you. Even on your knees, the heft of your pregnant belly is doing wonders to him. Even if you aren’t his wife, he’s thought about getting to have you like this all the time, just for him. He doesn’t get jealous of Tommy very often, but he tuts at the idea that this is probably a sight he gets to behold more often than Joel ever will. 

He pulls his softened cock out of your mouth, and you gasp a big breath of air, your hands still clinging to his thighs. 

You feel his protective hands hoist you up to your feet. 

“Anything hurt?” He asks gently, holding your body flush against him as he rubs your tummy and hips.

You shake your head. It’s not the first time you’ve gone down on a man while 30 pounds heavier with a baby. Your knees are a bit sore, but it’s nothing compared to the ache you’ve been feeling in your back for months now.

You try to pull away from Joel, but his arm is wrapped tightly around you. 

“Didn’t think you were pullin' me in here just to suck me off. Why are you actin’ like this little snatch is happy just from that?”

His hands caress lower down your hip, gliding along your leggings towards your crotch. It should be wrong, the way your hand closes around his wrist to guide him closer, his digits dipping below the waistline and down your panties. 

He feels it: the soft squelch of your slick in your ruined underwear, pulsing madly. But there’s more. More here than he’s given you just from the thrill of sucking his cock.

He pushes his middle finger past your entrance and fingers out the glob of cum that had been deposited inside you earlier today.

“It’s —it’s Tommy’s birthday,” you moan, as if he needed an explanation as to why your husband’s seed is dripping out of your pussy. “Had—to give him—ooohhhhuugggg—his…gift—“

He continues to finger fuck you slowly, his younger brother’s cum practically pooling in your underwear. “Got one man’s cum in your mouth and a different one’s in ya pussy." He shakes his head. Sometimes he would forget that you’re Tommy’s wife, after all. That Tommy gets you more than him. Gets to fill you whenever he pleases. Gets to hear your moans as loudly as he wants. That Tommy’s right to your pussy is his first and foremost, sacredly, forever and always.

That doesn’t stop Joel from seething at the thought of having to finger his brothers spent out of you.

[clearlydiamondz]

Loyalty to Royalty

Erik!Stevens x OC

Part Six

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Princess Imani was the black sheep of her family, never really fitting the female royal type. When an arranged marriage between Prince   N'Jadaka and her is set up, she tries her hardest to get away... but she just can’t.

Warning: Smut

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The following morning, the sun hit through the window at just the perfect timing as the dawn light filled the room. Imani rolled over, immediately being faced with N'Jadaka in his bed. Noticing that they were both naked, a blush slowly started to creep her face.

To say how much different he was in bed versus not, it was like the sun and moon. He wouldn't dare disrespect her if she told him to go do something, there was no hesitance because there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for her. Outsiders may look within the relationship and assume that she was the one that took charge, and he listened to her.

Now, he established that when pushed to the limit, he can assert his dominance when needed. Honestly, that is what made Imani turned on by the man. One thing though, his tautness was shown in and out of bed, she didn't know if she hated it or it made her pussy wet... or both.

She grabbed her phone off of the nightstand, picking it up to see the time, it was about ten minutes till six in the morning. "Fuck." she groaned, knowing that they had a radio interview and an interview with one of the political channels. She sat up, yawning as she grabbed the covers, wrapping the white comforter over body before shaking Erik.

"It's time to wake up." she groaned. His snoring stopped but his eyes were still closed, not moving at all as he stayed damn near dead. She rolled her eyes, pushing the covers off his body, almost regretting it as he was experiencing morning wood. She couldn't help but stare at it, almost wanting to touch it but wasn't sure if he would enjoy it.

"If you gonna look at it, you might as well touch it." he groaned as she looked back at him in shock.

"I wasn't-"

"You sure you wanna sit up here and lie?" he asked peaking his eyes open, placing his hands behind his head. She kissed her teeth, trying not to make it noticeable that she was indeed intrigued by his situation downstairs. He sat up against the headboard, as he grabbed her putting him onto his lap she let out a groan, feeling his dick against her thigh.

"Jadaka, we gotta get ready.." she started to moan as he laid kisses on the side of her neck, tracing his back with his hands.

"Mhmm, I know. I can make it quick." he said, reaching between the two and rubbing her clit with his thumb. "Pretty please." he looked up at her, circling his tongue around her exposed nipple.

"Fuuck..." she closed her eyes almost giving in. "No." she jumped off of him as he raised an eyebrow at her. She chuckled angrily at herself as she turned down some more good dick, but she knew what she had to do. "You are soo.." she couldn't even finish her sentence as he smirked at how bad she was struggling. "Ugh. Just get ready." she looked on the ground for some clothes as he smiled at her struggling. Finding a T-Shirt on the ground, she put it on, cursing herself for not having any underwear. Grabbing her things, he grabbed her hand before kissing her on the lips, before he depended the kiss.

"At least lemme get a taste of that pussy before you leave." he whispered at her as she gasped. He raised an eyebrow with a smirk, as she bit her lip.

"Jadaka.." she trailed off as a warning.

"What, you gave me a taste of that sweet pussy and expect me not to want it? You keeping that pretty pussy from me?" he asked her tilting his head, smiling at her. Just like clock worth, she placed her phone on the desk. The throb that she felt in her pussy now, she needed more than just that.

She got back on the bed, sitting on his thighs as she spat on his dick and rubbed it in. "What you about to do?" he asked, intrigued by her actions. She didn't say anything, as she hovered over his dick slowly inserting herself.

"There you go, just take this dick." he moaned as she put her feet flat beside him, grabbing the head board and going to work. If all he had to do was talk nasty to her to make her give up her goodness, this was gonna be one hell of a ride.

With her being turned on by him, and him being damn near a professional freak, they would just be going at it.

The herb didn't help either... for either of them.

"Oooh.." she gasped, feeling him a lot more deeper. "Fuck, I feel you in my stomach." she moaned, gilding along him nice and slowly. She was still sensitive from the night before, as they went at it for hours.

"Freaky ass, all I gotta do is beg your lil nasty ass." he asked her as she nodded. "Answer me." he smacked each of her ass cheeks.

"Fuck yes, Jadaka! Fuck!" She went about in circular motions with her hips as she bounced, Erik looking at her in complete shock.

"There you go. Making daddy feel so fucking good." he smacked her ass again. She fell onto her knees as he laid on his back still into her. She then continued to bounce her ass on his dick, the clapping noises heard in the room as he matched her rhythm.

"Fuck you got some good pussy on you girl." he grunted smacking her ass multiple times. Sure enough, there was going to most definitely be marks on her ass with the way Erik was obsessed with it. She reached behind her as she spread her ass cheeks and pussy as Erik moaned in her ear.

"Yeahhh that's right. Spread that pussy for daddy, damn." he groaned into her ear. If only he could see what they looked like from the back.

It was almost like she read his mind, because she stopped her movements and turned around with his dick still inside. Getting back into position, with her elbows propped between his legs, she started to bounce her again. From the view alone Erik knew he was going to bust. The way her wetness coded his dick, how her pussy tugged every time she would come back up. She spread her ass cheeks for him again as he groaned.

"You like watching my pussy fuck this dick daddy.." she moaned.

"Fuuck you gonna make daddy cum.. keep fucking going." he grunted, fucking back into her.

"Ooh daddy, give me the nut please.." she moaned.

"Fuuck." he pulled out, jerking his dick as his cum spread about her ass. Grunting, she grabbed one of the towels but before she could clean herself up, Erik was standing and had her on the edge of the bed on her.

"Jadaka wait I- oohhh my Godd." she moaned as he slammed inside of her, fucking her at a fast pace. "Daddy...." she moaned out. He grabbed her hair making her look at his dick go inside of her.

"Look how pretty that pussy look taking my dick." he whispered as her eyes started to close. "Aht aht, open those fucking eyes. Lemme look at you when you cum on my dick." he said as she opened her eyes to look at him.

"Sexy fucking ass, you not going no where." he grunted. He let her hair go, as his hands found their way back to her clit. His words mixed with this pace had her squirting all over his torso. He pulled out as her legs started to shake, he picking her up and taking her to the showers.

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"Welcome Prince Erik and Princess Imani." The radio hose Sean stated as she smiled at him.

"Just Imani and Erik is fine." Imani spoke up with a smile on her face.

"Ooh okay miss humble, we love to see it." his co-host Kaitlyn stated as they chuckled. They were on the Brunch's Club Podcast / Radio, one of the most famous podcasts within the black community. Everyone around the nation was tuning into the Prince and Princess first radio interview, or first interview at all here in America.

"So I just want to ask you Erik, you come from someone like a background like me. Foster kid, on the streets, doing what you have to do to survive. How has this change, damn near everything for you?" Sean asked him.

"I mean really.. it's a like a ghetto fairy tale." he said as everyone laughed. "But nah, really, it's a lot, you know. I grew up not really having anything, and then I built my businesses over the years and let them grow, now I'm here. Honestly, it's a blessing." he stated as Sean nodded.

"And Imani-" he stopped himself looking around. "Gotta make sure ain't no snipers finna blow my head off for not saying Princess." he said making her laugh.

"Nahh, they wouldn't let them in." she said as his face dropped. "I'm joking.." she stated as Kaitlyn laughed.

"Nigga really got scared."

"Y'all ain't see those ladies outside with the spears and shit? Fuck around my head may be just on the end of one. I ain't never been so scared of a bunch of women before except my mother and my wife." he said making the room laugh. "Alright alright, but how does it feel to date someone that never really grew up in this lifestyle?" he asked her.

"Honestly it feels no different with someone like him. I feel like, he already has the spirit of wanting to help people and that's one quality that I want for a king for my nation , and he is a natural leader, so he really didn't have really much to prove." she stated looking at him as he smiled at her.

"Awe y'all are so cute... so how'd did this happen." Kaitlyn asked gushing over the too.

"She ain't like me." "Oh I couldn't stand him."

They both said at the same time as the hosts looked at them in shock. "What! Oh my god!" Kaitlyn exclaimed. "I thought it was gonna be some cute sappy shit like, you tripped and he caught you and it was instant love at first sight. why didn't you like him.. I mean I am curious because-" she looked at Imani with a 'do you not see him' look making her a chuckle. She most

"It's really just he caught me at a bad time. I had just got into an argument with my dad, you know how that goes, there was just some personal stuff so when I met him, like I was already mad. He really just icked a nerve that specific day in the specific hour." she stated looking at him.

"Yeah.. had to fix that real quick." Erik smirked as she rolled her eyes.

"Oop." Kaitlyn said sipping her water looking between the two.

"Aye, y'all let's keep it PG," Sean stated with a chuckle.

"Man not like that." he smacked his teeth then laughed. "She caught herself having a lil attitude and I just.. called her out?" he said in a more question tone.

"Ooh you must've hated that." Sean smirked at.

"Don't remind me." she said flipping her dreads over her shoulder as they laughed. "But really, that was the kinda reality check I needed though, especially because I realized that we were kind of having issues that we could relate to, so I was like you know what? Let me just get to know him and stop being an asshole. It went from that, to this." she responded looking at him smiling.

"So I know back in the States, you've had past relationships with some people, how has that changed now that you are basically a part of one of the richest royal families in the world?" Sean asked Erik as he sighed.

"I have had a lot of people, try to like, hit me up about it. Some congratulating me, don't really know what I'm being congratulated on. " he said honestly. "But I most definitely had a few folks try to play clout chaser." he responded. Imani agreed at the statement, immediately thinking about Arianna.

"Yeah, like Arianna Cope? Her tweets about Imani is just so outta place it's weird." Kaitlyn responded as Imani looked at her confused.

"What tweets?" she asked as the two hosts looked at her confused.

"Girl, she been damn near sub-tweeting you everyday since y'all dropped the receipts about the editing recording." she said pulling out her phone. Imani looked at Erik confused, but he had the same look of confusion.

With how on top of things she was about anything that either had or Erik's name in the press, this was news to her. Then again, it wasn't really the pressed. Kaitlyn handed her the phone, looking at the search bar where Imani's name were to find tweets with it.

"Yeah, some of her supporters were calling you scary and shit because you wouldn't respond." Sean said leaning back in his chair.

"Oh my-" she said looking at all the tweets negatively bashing her. She handed it back, before she laughed. Even some tears escaping.

''What's funny?" Sean asked confused as the burst of laughter.

"No it's sad but it's funny at the same time because she's just arguing with herself." she said as Erik shook his head laughing while covering his face.

"So you don't care that she's talking about you?" Kaitlyn asked. Imani wiped her tears off before saying,

"Look, I don't mean this in a shady or be disrespectful towards her, but in all reality, I have a lot of more important things to worry about then engaging with her issues with me." she spoke.

"Like running an entire country." Erik said drinking out of his water bottle.

"Exactly. To be fair, I have a lot more other people, Important people may I add, that doesn't like me like rulers of other countries because of our political stance and honestly, those are the ones that I care more about if I do care at all." she stated as Sean nodded.

"Aye, that's valid." he stated. "Especially after she tried to set y'all up, the fact that's what she's mad about is instance to me." Sean replied

"And she's the only girl that I've dated who is this obsessed with us speaks more about her then it does us. Obviously, I'm not going to sit here and be lied on, putting what we have and what we are trying to build on the line. Like look at her, you think Ima mess this up?" Erik said looking her up and down with a smirk as she blushed rolling her eyes.

"Aye that's what I'm talking about."

Even though the circumstances weren't clear and through as she spoke, it surprised her honestly how far Erik's and her relationship did. She remembered how she would tell herself that this was just for the sake of her people, realizing that T'Challa was most definitely right.

You could mix pleasure with business.

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"Alright, last interview." Imani stated sitting at the desk looking at Erik. "Ready?" she asked him. As this was one of the more serious ones, talking about there supply change.

The host, Nathaniel Carter, hosted a republican channel on Fox News. He and his other hosts were very open around the fact that America should be the country to handle the supply chain of Vibranium, and not some random country in Africa.

Colonizers.. am I right?

"Sorry I'm a tad bit late." Nathaniel replied as Imani looked at him and smiled. "It happens to us all, it's nice to finally meet you, Mr. Carter." she said sticking her hand out for him to shake as he shook it.

"Nathaniel will do fine, Princess Imani." he stated

"Well then just Imani will do just fine." she smiled at him. He was caught by surprised by how well spoken she was, even how nice she was too. He then introduced himself to Erik with him shaking his hand.

"First thing first, thank you for your service in our military Stevens." Nathanial stated , emphasizing on the our. Erik nodded with a forced smile. "Quite the entourage you got here." Nathanial looked around to see the Dora Milije posted around the set.

"Don't mind them. Just here four our protection, kind of like the secret service." Erik stated as Nathanial sat across from them.

"We good to go?" he asked the producers as they gave him a thumbs up.

"Welcome back to another political segment where we have the next heir to the Kamado Nation, Miss Imani and Mr. Erik. " he stated as they waved at the camera.

"So I was just doing some basic research on the two of you just so I could get a view point and you two may I say have a very interesting academic record. Miss Imani you graduated top of your class at Oxford University and you Erik graduating at the top of your class at MIT. Yet, you guys are so young." he stated as Erik nodded.

"Well our thrive for education and learning subdue our age so it seems." Imani stated.

"So Erik, your new to this life style right, growing up on the streets of Oakland. What are your plans for when you rule as King?" Nathaniel asked him. Imani didn't let it show that the question was only directed towards him, but Erik being who he was answered,

"Well for us, we have been really focusing on the youth of our country, building more schools and outreach programs to enhance their learning and education." Erik stated.

"Also, we are working on some environmental plans. We have been having conversations with Wakanda's environmental specialist on cutting down CO2 emissions and hopefully help other countries also since we do have the resources." Imani stated.

"Interesting, and how about your military? There has been conversations of you guys have been building your military terrain." he asked Erik but Imani spoke up.

"Our military both navy, air force and army have had an increase that is true. This is pretty normal for our countries when there is a shift of power. Only because there has been times in countries in Africa where there has been a shift of change, European countries tended to try and interfere." she stated as Erik spoke up.

"It's just something that has been affected from the past that still is present in our present and most likely our future." Erik said as Nathaniel looked at Imani. "Our military was made out of around 5,542,000 people when King Z'Kiri the throne back in 1979." he told him.

"By the time I heir the throne, it should be up to almost 8 million. Small yes, but very mighty."

"You seem to know a lot about your countries military's." Nathanial looked at her. "It's not every day we see a princess your age so interested in their military." he finished.

"Well Nathanial, I don't have a choice. We have people that we need to protect and we also have resources that needs protection. So knowing these things are essentially important." she reminded him, he then looked at Erik.

"So how do you feel that the potential queen is handling this type of information. You know, because your the only one that's been in the military between the two." Imani knew it was a jab at her intelligence, but she knew Erik would handle it.

"Honestly, I would rather have that then a queen who doesn't know nothing. A queen who doesn't know nothing and is only there to look pretty can cause more damage. I love that she is passionate about these things, because it's not like America where you have the president, and the first-lady is just there showing appearances every once in a while." Erik stated.

"In countries like ours, Queens are just as important as our Kings." Imani added

"Kings are just the male versions of Queens in Wakanda and Kambaho." Erik finished. She looked at him impressed with that statement.

"So Erik, what makes her qualified to be queen?" he asked him.

"The question really is what makes her not qualified. She has studied the history of ancient and modern war-fare, she is precise and makes every decision planned out to a T, she courageous and very smart. Honestly the true question is what makes me qualified to be King?" he chuckled as she chuckled at the last statement.

"If I can speak-" she said sitting up in her chair. "I feel like, there has been a history of royals across the globe over the past centuries that blind our sights on what is fairytale and what is truth. I know you don't mean it, but I can't help but feel like you don't think I deserve to have this authority because of what I have between my legs or the year I was born but truth be told, none of the latter matters." she stated. Nathanial squinted his eyes at her then back before saying,

"It's just some might say that you are too young to be making decisions like these. For example, the situation with vibranium?"

Bingo.. there it is.

"What about it?" Erik and her said at the same thing.

"Well for starters, vibranium from my own research is the strongest material on Earth, yet two small countries in the middle of Africa is handling. Don't you think it should be trusted with a country that has a high military performance versus that?" he asked as she shrugged.

"I mean, you answered your question. Vibranium should not be used as a weapon but it should be used for growth. Yet, we know that if vibranium makes their way into America, it would be used as such. Just like any other resource." Imani stated as Nathaniel scoffed.

"Are those spears that your guards are holding not made out of vibranium. Looks pretty deadly to me."

"Yeah well you don't really see Wakandians going around using weapons against other nations, because they won't share their resources." Erik said matter of factly.

"Look. the country of Kambaho is willing to use our resources to help countries in need. No matter the cost. But- the fact of the matter is is that we are not willing to give our most prized resource to anyone." Imani stated.

"Well also, vibranium can also be used because of it's healing properties. What you're saying is that you wouldn't give countries the chance of receiving proper health care because of the fear of violence?" he asked, Imani laughed.

"That's rich coming from America, don't you think?" she asked tilting her head. "If you care so much about the 'health' of your citizens, why charge $800 USD for insulin, something that could potentially save their life. Why are parents making go-fund me's for their child to get a tumor removed. Why is a simple ride to the hospital almost $1000 dollars? Why is it a woman have to pay $50000 dollars just to give life here?" she asked.

"Companies too have to profit to-"

"Profits when it comes to the care of our citizens don't exist. Our citizens do not have to worry about the cost of healthcare because health care is provided." Imani stated, Nathaniel quiet trying to come back with a retaliation point. He almost did, but Erik stole the words out of his mouth.

"Now it's easy for a country like us to provide care for our citizens due to the size and the resources that we do have. But in actuality, if America is the strongest country in the world, shouldn't the strongest country in the world be able to provide for their citizens?" he asked. Nathaniel knew he was loosing this debate, so he decided to take another jab but instead of at Imani, it was at Erik.

"That say a lot from someone who use to fight for our military in the black ops unit. Some might call you a trader to this country." he spat out, Erik chuckled.

"Listen, when you are a young black man in America, coming out of foster care with nothing to your name there is a possibility that your life will end up in prison or dead. Joining the military was a last result so I didn't end up either. As a black op solider who has seen some.. very traumatic things to trust and believe. I'd be a fool to decide to give the deadliest weapons to America."

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Just like clock work, Imani sat in the living quarters of the suit reading the results from their interview with Sean and Kaitlyn.

"Princess Imani and Prince Erik seems to be our next power couple. Literally putting the power in the statement, the two of them will become rulers of one of the most powerful countries the world has ever faced. So, you guys what are our opinions on them." she was watching one of the drama channels on one of the networks here in America.

"Honestly, I think they are so adorable. I will be honest though, they didn't really give me much royalty vibes, and that's not anything bad. They were relatable and I feel like a lot of politicians and people of higher power lack that." One of the hosts Sabrina said.

"I don't know, personally I feel like they are trying too hard to be relatable. Like I can understand Erik since he didn't come from that lifestyle, but for Imani, it seems forced you know?" Tyler stated. "But she is most definitely a cutie."

"You know what, that's understandable. But I think it's more of her being humble because we really aren't use to celebrities', especially royalty being as humble as her. " Sabrina stated as he nodded.

"She's most def humble. But can we talk about about she ate Nathanial Carter up?" Tyler laughed as Sabrina joined in. "Sis came with receipts, stats, and was very out spoken. My sis was not playing around." he snapped his fingers.

"Talking about that, she has most gotten a lot of heat from republican senators, and really just the republican party." Sabrina stated.

"Duh, of course. She spoke facts. To be honest, let's say they are willing to give America vibranium for its healing properties, we charge an arm and a leg just for the basic medication. The hell do you think they gonna do with vibranium?"

"Man turn this off." Erik stated turned off the T.V as she glared at him. "I was watching that." she said to him as she rolled her eyes.

"Stop worrying about what everybody else gotta say to us. We did good." he comforted her. She nodded before sighing. "Our last night in America... what you wanna do?" he asked her.

"Honestly, all this running around, I just want to stay in." she replied, he smirked at her.

"Of course. I can make you some dinner." he kissed her neck as she closed her eyes falling into the feeling. "Give you a massage." he gave her another kiss at the bottom of the ear. "Maybe even eat-"

"Okay N'Jadka!" she exclaimed pushing him. "Goodness gracious." she blushed as he smirked at her. The switch from how dominant she is in real life versus how submissive she is in private. He most definitely was taking advantage of this.

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Hi! Could you do Kaeya, Beidou and Zhongli x fem reader hcs and their favourite kinks? (You could add more characters if you’d want to - ahem Cyno ahem)

Thank you so much and I understand if you don’t want to do it! 🫶

Warnings: NSFW

Reader: Female

Characters: Kaeya, Beidou, Zhongli, Cyno

MNDI

Honestly down to make more of these. I was going to add more characters, but I wrote more than I expected

Kaeya

Wax Play - Kaeya I feel is a very romantic person when he gets in a relationship, especially when it comes down to sex. He likes to set the mood about 99.8% of the time, meaning candles, and lots of them.

You did learn quickly though that it wasn't just a mood thing when the two of you accidentally knocked one over and the wax dripped on his skin. You expected a yelp, not a moan.

Now, every once in a while he likes for you to drip wax specifically around his nipples or down his chest before you go down on him.

Psychrophilia/Bondage - Okay listen listen. He doesn't like seeing you frozen, but he does love tying you up and running his icy cold hands along your body. Loves creating a cold layer of ice over your nipples before leaning down and melting the ice with his warm mouth.

Something about you trusting him enough to even use a little bit of his cryo vision on you just stirs something in him. He enjoys watching goosebumps appear on your flesh and your body twitch whenever he creates a new thin layer of ice, especially near your slick entrance before he enters you.

Begging - One of the main things that make him hard as a rock is having you beg for him, especially when you are nearing orgasm.

He knows when you're close, when your cunt squeezes him so tight that it's basically torture for him to pull out before you can reach your peak. Loves watching you whimper with tears in your eyes, grasping at his biceps or watching you grasp at his hand and lead it towards your breast, trying to tempt him to stick it back in.

Beidou

Mixophilia - Beidou has a mirror placed in front of her bed for two reasons. First, when she wakes up, when you're getting dressed she always enjoys watching you check yourself out in it to make sure everything was properly in place.

Second, she loves watching your fucked out face in it. More so when you're on your back, legs spread and looking as if you're about to fall off the edge of the bed as she fucks into you with her strap. Your grasping onto the bed for dear life as she has your legs spread and pushed over her shoulders so she has a good view of her strap in the mirror entering and exiting your tight pussy.

Face Sitting - She loves it when you sit on her face because she can never get enough of your whimpers and sobs as she hungrily licks you up. It amuses her when she makes you cum and you try to crawl away, whispering that it's too much, however, she drags you right back onto her mouth and hungrily sucks at your clit before slipping her fingers inside you.

Beidou also enjoys sitting on your face. It warms her chest when she looks down to see you giving it your all. Watching as you hungrily suck on her clit for the first few minutes before replacing your tongue with one of your fingers so you can slip your tongue inside her and fuck her.

Intoxication - This is actually a rare one. Though she likes to drink, drunk sex is a rarity, especially when the ship is in motion. Thus, it usually only happens when the ship is docked and after a large celebration. When the two of you stumble back to her cabin and tangle yourselves on her bed with your underwear barely hanging on.

She enjoys this because it's fun and messy. You're both so giggly, kisses are sloppy and so are your pussies as you scissor.

Beidou has poured wine over your body and licked it up while finger fucking you. She'll usually hand you the bottle to drink from before going down to eat you out, licking at your pussy as your moans are muffled as you try to drink from the bottle.

Zhongli

Barebacking - A kink he is only comfortable with if he can see himself staying with this partner possibly forever. He's a responsible man, but when it comes to you he'll admit that he's weak. Especially when it comes to sinking into you without a condom, the way your walls hug his thick cock just hits different.

He loves coming inside you and fucking it back inside. The way you sob that it's too much as he automatically goes into a second round after shooting his load into your pussy makes his heartthrob, but fuck when you squirt on his cock as he cums again is just so sensational.

Breeding - Listen, maybe it's the fact that he has dragon instincts still from his time as an archon, or maybe it's the fact that he can officially settle down, walk amongst humans and start a family as one. You know what? It's both. He wants you pregnant.

However, he will get consent first, he wants to make sure you want a family with him just as much as he wants one with you, and when you agree that you do, it's over-

When you both decide you want kids, he's a man on a mission, no cum is wasted. Sucking him off? He wants to finish in your pussy. Trying to cook dinner? Well, put it on the back burner because he's fucking you in the kitchen on the counter, and on the table. Even after he finishes he remains inside you, groaning when your walls twitch around him, refusing to let his cum spill out.

Sensory Deprivation - He actually enjoys being blindfolded. Loves to feel your hands run over his chest before your nails scrape downwards lightly. Finds it thrilling to not know what you'll do to him next.

Zhongli likes when you take control in such a situation, using him as you please because his senses are heightened. When you whisper dirty in his ear or touch I'm somewhere he doesn't expect, honestly just makes his cock twitch in excitement for what you have planned.

Cyno

Vicarphilia - Cyno loves your voice, especially when you're reading from one of your dirty novels. After a long day, he enjoys resting with you, listening as you read the erotic content out loud that would usually make anyone blush, however, it leaves him curious. Are such new positions and acts these characters are doing really that pleasurable?

You're not even done with the chapter and he already has you pushed back on your plush bed, skirt/pants discarded and his dick inside you trying to figure it out. However, he still wants you to read. Read in that breathy voice as you pant wanting more of him. Thus, you continue reading the actions of the characters, nearly sobbing when the words send a tingle of arousal to your aching cunt, slightly satisfied as Cyno reenacts the actions of the characters.

Somnophilia - This is a kink he's had, but discusses it with you before doing it. There are nights when he comes home late, having spent most of the day out and about in meetings and training so on those nights when he gets home, you're usually already asleep.

On hot nights such as these, you've discarded your normal pajamas for just your underwear and your body wrapped around a pillow in replace of your boyfriend, your leg was thrown over the soft fabric instead of his hip.

He can't help it. You just look so delectable in such a position, and he wants to take his daily frustrations out on something. Thus, he strips himself and climbs in behind you slipping his hand over your chest to play with your breasts while he uses his other to lift your leg and slip his in between them. Work you up enough to start grinding on his leg, and once he deems you went enough, slips your panties down your leg and fills you with his cock.

Even after he comes, he stays inside you, falling asleep that way till morning.

Interfemoral Sex - Like I said, Cyno is a busy man, and personally, he doesn't care for quickies. When he has sex he wants at least a few rounds, plus when he's inside you it's just so hard for him to leave, thus, he uses this as an alternative.

He comes home for a short break, he wants you on top of him and his dick between your thighs. Even on days when you're both just tired and not really wanting to get heated, the two of you will do this or you'll give him a pussy job. Either way, his hands are squeezing your ass or thighs as he litters your neck with hickeys.

[z3nitsusgf]

pervy nerd albedo likes sucking on a clothes pussy i know it cause he called me and told me 😾

like just imagine lifting your skirt and nodding at him with a grin and he's so embarrassed because wow this hot sexy popular queen is letting him stuff his face between her legs

and he gets even harder when u call him a dirty pervert loser 💅

Wowowowowow this ask me made all types of horny,,, nonnie (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

cw: NS*W, cunnilingus, saliva, degradation (not towards reader)

It’s not his fault. Honestly, it’s not.

It’s not Albedo’s fault he’s weak when it comes to your affection. That you look so so so good in that new skirt, little pleats rising in the back when you bend, letting him see the shape of your pussy through your panties. It’s not his fault that one sloppy kiss has you dripping, slicking the fabric of your underwear so much that he can see it on the outside.

So, when he drops to his knees, head pushing under the tiny skirt you yelp. You don’t know how he manages to make you embarrassed for once. “Come on, please~” He whines, hands gripping the plush of your legs, subtly keeping them spread. Thumbs pushing your inner thighs open so he can get a good look at your sopping panties, mouth watering. “It’ll feel good, I promise.” He eggs, kissing sweetly on the tops of your thighs and you whimper, tucking a lip between your teeth as you squirm between his palms.

You keep a flat hand on his forehead, nails running into his hair to push back his face that so desperately wants to push under your skirt. He looks like a puppy, all he needs is a tail and you’re sure it’d be slapping against the carpet right now. He’s staring up at you with glazed teal eyes, the pretty azure just a faint ring now given away to the opium blown black of his pupils. He’s practically feral, puddles of drool collecting on the corners of his mouth as he makes out with your plushy thighs and hip bone, waiting for you to say yes.

“You- Albedo, it’s gross-“ He just hums, ignoring the way you call out his name. “You cant.” You murmur, clenching around nothing at the way he’s drooling at the sight of your panties. It’s his favorite pair, in his defense. Pretty mulberry lace, hugs your cunt and rides up just enough that it makes out the shape of the two lips and his he can’t help how his mouth waters at the sight.

The biggest wet patch of your arousal seeps through the front, and he knows underneath your clit is throbbing. “Princess, lift your skirt for me, pretty please.” He mumbles it with so much sweet awe you do it in a heartbeat, trembling fingers gripping the edge of the fabric to hold it up so he can get a good look at your drenched underwear. And he groans, the sight so pretty he wants to coo at his precious you look. All shy and embarrassed, holding up your skirt for him so he can tongue fuck you over your panties - and you’re practically soaking for it.

He can’t help how his tongue peaks out, the way he licks a fat stripe up the seat of your clothed cunt, his hands moving to cup your ass. Grabbing the cheeks in his hand and pulling them apart, you yelp grabbing at the top of his head. Albedo is moaning into your pussy, and your face feels like it’s on fire. He can’t lie, he’s harder than ever. How can he not be?

Dragging his tongue up the slick cloth, dampening it more with his drool. It should be disgusting, should make you shiver with gross repulsion. But the way he slobbers over your soaked panties, drenched equally from your slick and his spit, now dripping in sticky strings of pearly saliva, has you reeling.

Albedo moves his hands to cup down at your pussy, thumbs pushing together the lacey clothed lips, and starts to suck on the drenched fabric. You can hear the faint suckling of the wet lace in his mouth, it’s pressed right up against your throbbing clit and you l twist and squirm in his hold.

“You- you’re so gross, so fucking disgusting bedo,” it doesn’t even sound venomous, tone whiney and on e verge of begging and you feel the smile spread across his mouth as he buries his face in your clothed pussy, and your knees buckle as you twitch and jump at the drag of lace across your sensitive folds.

He’s practically got you on the edge, and you’re embarrassed to admit that this damn nerd is gonna make you cum from sucking on your panties. A few more laps and a press of his thumbs has you careening over, tummy clenching as you clench and cum around nothing. The spasms flashing bright over your body, rubs the sopping wet fabric against your twitching clit. It has you doubling over his head, grabbing his back and shoulders, and trembling.

“Told you it’d feel good,” he mumbles into your tummy, as you shiver from the feeling. And he can’t help but slip a hand under the soaked lacey panties, digits spreading your already drenched folds.

[dreamcatchers-husband]

Disguised screams

So welcome to my first fic ever, and honestly, there will not be many since I suck at writing but thank you for checking this out, and thanks to Levi for all his help.

Male reader X Miyawaki Sakura

length: 1100 words 

tags: Quckie, Exhibitionism, oral 

Sakura has had this naughty look on her face the whole morning, and it's making you suspicious. Either you’re in trouble or she’s about to do something very naughty. Throughout the day in your home, you would encounter her and just have the same thoughts till you finally walked into her room and learned what it was all about 

“Kkura, doing something like this is just asking for trouble. We really shouldn’t.”

“Sweetie, don't you trust me?”

“Of course I trust you, but I just know how noisy you are when we have sex.” 

“Baby, you don't have to worry. Just make sure you enjoy yourself and I will as well.”

Before you can even say anything, she has already taken your hand and pushed you near her desk.

Sakura pulls off her pants and underwear then sits in her chair. With no other choice but to follow along, you enter her desk from behind and find a box full of her toys. 

“Hi guys, this is Miyawaki Sakura! 

So Sakura must have started her stream already.

“So today I will be playing the new Resident Evil game that came out. I will give you all a big warning that I am a scaredy-cat so if I am screaming all the time, don’t be surprised.” 

You figure that’s how she’ll be hiding the real reasons for her screams then.

For the next 25 minutes, you just sit underneath the desk, still nervous about this, until Sakura grabs your hair and points at her pussy 

Are you really going to do this?

Sakura pulls herself closer to your face until your lips touch her. The scent that hits your face is intoxicating and starts to brainwash you, You think “Fuck it, let’s do this.”

Your mouth opens and you bring out your tongue to lick her folds slowly. You open her more and start to tongue fuck her. Her taste is one of your favorite things in the world, sweeter than anything you've ever had in your life. At this point you are surprised you don't have an addition to just eating her 24/7  

Sakura jumps from the constant licks but continues to keep a calm face as she continues to play her game. 

“Ahhhh! Oh, sorry, I thought that was gonna be a jump scare,’ she explains when fans asks her why she's so jittery

You stop for a second and pull out one of her small egg vibrators, starting it up on her thigh. 

You do small kisses behind the spot you were before you reach her pussy once again, your mouth tasting her folds. 

Her legs shake as you bring her the pleasure she wanted. The little jerks from her legs hit you at times but you plan to up the ante. The little egg then enters her folds as the vibrations start to make her vocal. 

“Oh wow, this is really good.” 

Hearing that nearly makes you laugh since the viewers don't know what she is really talking about. 

Seeing this is another chance to play with her, Your tongue swipes up to her clit while the small vibrator continues buzzing quietly in her pussy. 

You bring your tongue all around her clit while boosting the speed of the vibrator to bring her closer and closer to her peak. 

Right as you see you are about to make her cum, she pulls the vibrator out and pushes you away from her. 

You look up at her, and she just waves her hand quickly at you. 

“Oh, this part of the game is a bit boring and silent. I wonder if something will happen soon.” 

Now you understand: it would’ve been suspicious if she screamed at that moment. 

Patiently, you wait until enough time passes so that you can bring your tongue back to her clit without worry, flicking it around. Then, you nibble a bit on it, making Sakura jump again. Her hands should be staying on her keyboard but they keep coming down to you to push you back at moments and pull you back in later. 

After these repeated motions from her for a bit you get tired so you wait till she pulls you in one last time.

This time, you’re not stopping, so you bring your finger up and push two of them right into her as she almost kicks you. Her walls start to clench around your fingers since she has been so close to her high for a while now.

“Guys, this game is scary. I think we are about to get to a jump scare.” 

Time to speed it up then.

While you bring your fingers in and out at the speed you know she loves despite her gripping you as tight as possible inside. With Sakura now approaching her climax you decide to make sure it happens this time and eat her for one final time. 

“OH MY GOD, A GHOST! IS HE GONNA DO SOMETHING?” 

With your last bit of strength you can put in your hands, your speed goes crazy and nonstop till you hear Sakura scream reaching down with her hands to pull your hair. 

As she pushes you in more and more her pussy starts to squirt to your surprise but you have never been more turned on in your life as well.  

You open your mouth and welcome her juices like it's the best drink in the world. 

Looking up, you see Sakura breathing heavily and shaking her whole body, so you do some small kisses on her legs till she calms down. 

“Okay guys, I think this game is way too scary so I'm gonna end the stream. Bye everyone! 

Once you hear those last words, Sakura takes off her headset and stands up. 

“I almost came when nothing was happening in the game!”

“Kkura, you were the one who wanted to do this. I don't wanna hear any complaining.” 

Sakura walks over with a naughty smile on her face

“Hmmm, you’re right. Just having an orgasm with people watching me live was so hot.”

Sakura then pulls you closer and kisses you aggressively. You’re not sure how much time passes till you’re both gasping for air and laughing. 

“Fine. I gotta admit it was kinda fun to do that, but it's way too risky to do again, okay?” 

“Hmph, fine no more orgasms live on stream but you better make it up to me.”  Sakura smirks at you, so you quickly pick her up and throw her on the bed.

“Ok then, Sakura. Let me make it up to you then.” 

[pompomegranate]

curiosity

fandom | nanatsu no taizai

pairing | ban x reader

word count | 2.6k

warnings | 18+. smut. dirty talk. denial. minors dni.

a/n | so there isn't a lot of rhyme or reason to this i just wanted to imagine the possibility of ban's thot days pre-elaine :/ i just know that [REDACTED] is big and i wanted to write about it <3 this isn't heavily proofread and i haven't written an "x reader" fic before so be gentle pls (also kudos are appreciated)!!

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You were curious. Maybe a bit too curious.

You’d heard the infamous Bandit Ban was back in town after a successful quest – no one really knew when he was leaving and when he was coming back.

He was like a stray cat in that way. All roaming, no settling, sitting down just long enough to get fed and take a nap before he was off again.

And as you eye him across the parlor, arms stretching behind his head, legs splaying out lazily, he looks cat-like too.

All sleek limbs and a nonchalant look, like he’d rather be anywhere else.

A couple drinks later, the cat-like look dissolves into one of a milk-drunk one, all blushing cheeks and a relaxed stance.

But his eyes… his eyes are the same. Bright and calculated and precise.

And cat-like.

Your breath hitches in your throat when you realize he’s staring right through you.

And you’re curious. So goddamn curious.

His lips upturn into a smirk, one that has your thighs clenching, and he knows this. He can tell exactly what you’re thinking.

You turn back to your drink and take a sip, trying not to crack under his lazer sharp gaze.

When you look back… he’s tipping back his mug, no doubt lapping up the last drops of ale.

He slams the mug down with a bit too much force, startling the bartender, who quickly tops him up.

Ban’s tongue darts out to lap up the foam clinging to his lips, getting it all in one firm swipe.

You can’t help but wonder just how long it is as it stretches around his mouth.

He knows you’re staring now, but you can’t seem to think about anything but the lazy grin spreading across lips long enough to care that he’s found you out.

He breaks first, turning to speak to the bartender.

You take your chance to stand up and head for the door, heart racing like never before. You saw Bandit Ban. You stared at him and he caught you and… you weren’t scared.

He’d been painted out to be this horrifically scary guy with a ruthless attitude and a murderous stare, but he wasn’t any of that.

He was gorgeous – oozing with sex appeal. With confidence. Like there was no doubt in the world that he could bag any person in every room.

You make it outside and the air is cool on your cheeks, warm from the ale you’ve been sipping on. Or maybe it was Ban – you couldn’t tell.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing at a shitty bar like this?” A voice calls from behind you – above you.

You turn, expecting to hurl an insult at a drunken idiot, but instead are met with him. All six – seven? – feet of him.

You barely stifle your gasp of surprise as you crane your neck up to look at him.

He’s leaning against the railing, thigh perched on it, arms crossed in a laid back gesture.

His face twists into a grin the second your eyes meet his.

“I was just leaving,” you blurt, already blowing it.

“Oh, were you? Assumed you were stickin’ around,” he teases, quirking a brow.

You realize that you left the bar with a half full mug.

“Stealing’s punishable by law, ya know,” Ban says, leaning forward to tower over you.

“I, uh, I didn’t mean to – I promise –” you stutter, holding the mug out to him apologetically.

“Like I’d take the word of a stranger,” he laughs, snatching the mug from your hands and tipping it back.

You watch as his Adam’s apple bobs with effort, stray droplets of ale streaking out the corners of his mouth. He quickly catches them with his tongue, swiping the back of his hand over his mouth, sighing with relief.

“Best fuckin’ ale I’ve ever tasted.”

You nod, chewing your lip. “I’ve never had anything like it.”

“Once you’ve got a taste –” he says, leaning forward again, crowding your space, his face getting closer and closer, “– You’ll never be satisfied again.”

You find yourself struggling to stand upright. Is he still talking about ale?

“Let’s cut to the chase, stranger. I saw you starin’ at me back in there. You want me or not?” The lazy smirk appears again, his cheeks flushed from drinking.

He’s not even trying and he’s got you seriously considering sprinting towards his bedroom.

You aren’t able to form words. He’s so… forward. And enticing. God, he’s so fucking enticing.

Your hands are trembling, so you clasp them in front of you. He takes note of this, his expression faltering just a bit.

You’re not scared of him by any means. He just makes you nervous.

“I’ll take that as a no,” he murmurs, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck almost… awkwardly? “You gonna get home okay? S’almost dark out.”

“Yes,” you say, finally, mustering up the courage to answer.

He looks confused, but then it dawns on him after he realizes what it took for you to accept his offer.

“My place is right around the corner. C’mon,” he says, and then his hand is hovering over the small of your back and you’re heading to Ban’s place like it’s any other week and not the wildest thing that’s ever happened to you.

His room is cozy, but bare, not many remnants of who he is or what he enjoys decorating the room (besides the empty alcohol jugs neatly lining the top of the beat up wardrobe).

His mattress is in the corner of the room, blanket and pillow strewn about messily.

“I’d say sorry for not making the bed but we’re just gonna ruin it anyways,” he laughs, kicking his shoes off, urging you to do the same.

And then he closes the gap between you.

He’s slipping his arms around you, one hand curling around your waist and the other hand cupping your chin, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss.

And you oblige, moving your lips in tandem with his, sighing as his tongue gently begs for your lips to part.

The kiss is growing heated, so you take the opportunity to let your hands roam, stroking down the front of his shirt, feeling the hard ridges underneath.

He groans into your mouth as you run your hands towards his waistline, catching your lip between his teeth hungrily.

You slip your hand into his pants, palming him gently.

Growling, he runs his hands all over you, grabbing and kneading every inch of skin he can get his hands on.

You continue to work him, sighing when his lips are on your neck, suckling at the tender skin there, his sharp teeth grazing your skin.

“Ban,” you breathe as he slips your dress over your head leaving you nearly naked, your underwear the only thing clothing you.

He grabs you underneath your ass and flings you over your shoulder, chuckling at the way you gasp in surprise.

“Put me down!”

“Alright,” he says, and tosses you unceremoniously onto the bed.

And then you realize you’re nearly bare, on your back, in Bandit Ban’s home (in his bed), completely at his mercy.

He seems to know this, and he’s absolutely reveling in this power.

He grins down at you, eyeing every peak and curve on your body. He reaches back to tear his shirt off, and then his pants, not even stopping to give you a show.

But honestly? It doesn’t even matter, because when he’s done, he’s breathtaking.

Ban’s just a mile of solid, marbled muscle and sex appeal and he knows it.

He crawls towards you, settling in between your thighs. You watch as he hooks a thumb into your underwear and pulls it to the side before sitting back to admire you.

“Such a pretty, pretty pussy. Can’t wait to make a mess of you,” he winks, grinning, leaning in to press an open mouthed kiss on your folds, just sloppy enough that you can’t help but relax your hips even more, opening for him.

He licks a long, firm swipe all the way from the bottom to the top, the tip of it never leaving you. He swirls the tip of his tongue against your clit, the short strokes ripping an involuntary moan from you.

You’re sighing his name and a string of expletives, and it only encourages him to do exactly what he’s doing at an even more relentless pace, his hand splaying on your inner thigh to keep you tightly firmly in place.

He’s not letting you go anywhere – you can’t curl into yourself or bend away as he sucks your clit into his mouth and slowly inches a finger from his free hand into you.

Your hands fist the blanket when he begins to pump his finger, adding another one just as slowly, a complete contrast to the speed of his mouth.

You begin to twitch, feeling yourself climbing closer and closer to your release and you try to clench your thighs but you feel his hand shift up your thighs. He lays his forearm across your lower stomach, anchoring you in place.

He pulls back just for a minute to smirk at you, continuing to work his hand.

“Oh, nuh-uh, you’re not going anywhere, baby,” he all but purrs, pressing a kiss to your sensitive clit, flashing a grin at you when you jolt at his touch.

“Lemme hear you,” he says, picking up speed, his fingers curling inside of you.

“Please, Ban – oh, fuck –” Your hips are bucking to keep up with his movements now, and you feel yourself pulsing around him and you’re so close and –

He stops his movements, pulling his hand away.

You make a frustrated sound, one that amuses the hell out of him. He just laughs, kissing your inner thigh and tugging your underwear the rest of the way down, flinging it across the room.

“Quit your whining, sweetheart. I promise it’s better the longer I make you wait,” he says, standing, beginning to lazily pump himself in front of you and you can’t help but watch.

You knew before meeting the infamous Ban that he was a skyscraper with a chiseled build, and assumed he had the cock to match – but seeing it in person was a different story.

“You like what you see?” He says under his breath, rolling his hand around his tip.

You nod, completely at a loss for words.

“C’mere,” he says, leaning down to kiss you and he smiles when he feels your hand instinctively reach for his shaft. “Eager, are we?”

“How do you want it? I’m lettin’ you pick the speed of this ride, babe,” he murmurs against your ear, hand running through your hair.

“If you’re not sure you can always take me for a test drive,” he chuckles, tugging at your earlobe with his teeth.

You nod furiously, and before you know it he’s flipped you and you’re on top, straddling him, just the slightest bit of friction, just enough to make your breath hitch.

He grips your hips, thumb settling into the crease where they meet your thigh, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass.

“Spit for me,” he says, holding a hand under your mouth. When you do, he reaches between the two of you, pumping himself with that hand, lazily swiping what’s left over your lips.

Ban watches your face (really watches your lips) as he presses into you, and you’re already sinking your teeth into your bottom lip with the first inch and he’s absolutely eating it up.

His hands resume his place at your hips, ever so gently training you farther down, letting you adjust to each inch of him.

“Shit…” He says, watching your face contort. “You feel so fucking good.”

He bottoms out inside of you, and you can’t help but dig your nails into his chest where you’ve been resting your palms to anchor yourself.

You begin to move slowly, agonizingly, and he’s already got you clenching your thighs, but the second he bucks his own hips, you’re a goner.

You roll your hips in time with his own, the pinch of his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips a welcome sensation.

Your moans fill the room, Ban’s pants just as loud, his eyes trained on your face like your own pleasure was enough to get him off.

“Faster,” you mutter, breathless, barely able to get a command out.

“Yes, ma’am,” he says, bending his knees so he can pump up into you.

You all but go limp at the new pace, unable to help yourself from buckling, leaning forward until your chest was pressed against his.

He cranes his neck so he can speak directly into your ear, broken praises scattered between gasps. “You’re so – fucking good for me… You’re taking me – so well.”

You groan in response at his filthy mouth, still mumbling words of encouragement as he fucks up into you, his pace relentless and so good.

You take this as a sign to lean back and regain some control, palms flat against his front as you grind your hips as fast as you can manage, revelling in the way his eyes roll back and he grips your hips tighter, tighter –

He slows his own pace, letting you set it, the delicious, triumphant feeling of making him moan beneath you egging you on to move faster.

The confidence and looseness you felt from the mug of ale is long gone, replaced with Ban’s loud groans – you feel like you could conquer the world.

Ban is a writhing mess underneath you, brow slick with sweat, mouth forming around the most foul words (cushioned with praise, of course).

“Fuck – fuck – slow down, I’m gonna –” He takes a hand away from your thigh and rubs firm circles on your clit, trying to catch you up to him.

“Oh my god, yes –” your words come out garbled as you ride his cock and his fingers.

He sits up slowly, turning so his legs are planted on the ground, hand never leaving your clit.

When his other hand finally leaves your hips, he’s grabbing your tit and capturing your nipple between his teeth, suckling until it stings.

That sends you over the edge – your hips stutter just as his movements become erratic, and you can’t help but lean forward to kiss him deeply, passionately until you both ride it out.

He flops back onto the bed, laughing when you yelp at the unexpected fall. You roll off on him but stay snuggled against him.

He speaks first.

“Fuck, that was good.”

You giggle, covering your face with your hands. “Says you. You were incredible.”

He shrugs, standing to stretch.

“Ya know, I wouldn’t mind taking you for a spin a couple of times,” he jokes, retrieving his shirt from the floor.

“I gotta head out to do some things. You gonna head out?”

You bite your lip, a little upset that it was over so quickly. Yeah, you were satiated but… was one time enough?

You don’t answer, and he doesn’t say anything more until he’s fully clothed, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

“You don’t have to go just yet, stranger. No rush. I wouldn’t mind another round after I get back,” he winks, grabbing the handle of the door.

You nod furiously, grabbing the nearest pillow to cover your body as he flings the door open.

“See ya soon for round two,” he says, giving a single wave before shutting the door.

You fall back against the covers again, your eyes heavy from being completely spent. The haze of sleep quickly overtakes you, and thoughts of Ban swirl around your mind until your breathing evens out.

[cassandra-moon]

Aaravos and Runaan nsfw head canons

*Requested by @pinknpurplecupcakes​

Aaravos:

So let us all establish that this starry giant is a huge asshole and a tease, let’s just get that one out of the way. One minute you’d be in the study, sitting on the couch, reading a book, then here he comes with that shit eating grin, and then he has his fingers in your pants and inside you, and then their gone. He would pretend to not know what happened and leave you 

Scenario:

It was a quiet day, of course it was always quiet being as no one else nowhere near you and your husbands home, seeing as you have no idea where you are, but that wasn’t the point. The point was that it was very quiet today, a little too quiet. You had also noticed that your husband is nowhere to be seen. This wasn’t unusual, he did stuff like this all the time just to get a rise out of you. Well, today it wasn’t going to work.

You sat quietly on the love seat in the library, reading a book in comfortable silence until they heard the large wooden doors open and close, revealing their giant of a night sky husband, with the usual grin he had. They immediately knew he was up to something. “You're gonna tell me what you're up to, ” They asked, not looking away from your book. He chucked, before striding over to them and sitting down, seeming to show some interest in the book they were reading. They felt a sudden heat coil within them, it wasn’t foreign, just sudden, which also wasn’t strange. They lean into his chest and sigh as his body heat instantly warms them, his strong arms wrap around them in a tight embrace, his arms were so big that they felt even smaller than before, being only 5’2. They felt at peace, relaxed, and after the last few days that was exactly what they needed. 

As they leaned into his exposed chest, they felt one of his large hands slither into the waistband of their pants and gently rub over their lower lips. They gasped, looking up to their husband who only looked over to them to give a sly grin. Just as Y/N was about to question the cosmic being, he pushed over their underwear and began rubbing her their clit.Y/N moved her head back and breathed in pleasure as Aaravos’s warm finger stroked their throbbing cunt, “gods”, she sighed as she felt his large finger fill her tight hole. They grabbed his arm, the book on the floor and long forgotten. “No, you will not call out to the gods tonight”, he whispered in their ear as he moved his finger back and forth, his pace increasing. “Only to me.”

Y/N coils feel his large fingers curved in a come here motion that sends the feeling of electricity through their body as his fingers rubbed their insides vigorously. They could feel themselves about to break when Aaravos removed his fingers then began to suck them dry, he looked over to his breathless and equally frustrated that they didn’t get to finish. He chucked before standing up and leaving, his fingers in his mouth as he licks off their sweet essence. Y/N is so out of breath and frustrated that they could barely form the right words to curse her husband out who was already halfway down the hall.Aaravos sat at his desk, the taste of his lover still lingered on his lips. He was contemplating on whether or not he’d finish what he started, but he decided he’s let them suffer a little bit. “I’d give them what they wanted later.”

He’s a slut for body worship. Like he will collapse to his knees and be your perfect little plaything so long as you keep praising him. But, now here’s where things get interesting. If you tell him you’re disappointed in him, he will go ape shit and make sure he gets that praise. 

Scenario: Aaravos stared up at you with glassy eyes, his cock hard and dripping with precum. The sight was almost enough for you to go crazy and let him take you as he pleased. You stood in front of him, dressed in skimpy black lingerie, your most sacred area exposed to him, making his cock twitch with need. “Have you been a good boy for mommy?” Aaravos nodded quickly, “I have been mommy, please, let me taste you.” He leaned forward, only for you gently to push him back with your foot. You walked towards the bed and spread your legs, your girissening folds making him drool. “I don’t think you have been, honestly.” Reaching down between your legs, you gently began to tease your clit, “I think you’ve been bad. I think you’re going to have to prove it to me.” You raised your hand and beckoned him closer. In seconds, Aaravos scrambled close, grabbing her legs and dove in.You moaned loudly as his tongue danced across your clit, it felt like magic the way he made you feel. Your hands gripped his horns and his hair, grabbing and pulling as ecstasy clouded your senses, nearing your peak. “Good boy Aaravos, very good boy”, you said. “Yes, oh god yes!” Your orgasm hit you like a rock, raising you off the bed as you began to grind yourself against his mouth to drive yourself deeper into pleasure. Aaravos groaned as your arousal landed on his tongue, he removed himself from between your after legs after giving your swollen pussy a long hard lick. The taste of your arousal on his tongue made him groan as he rubbed himself.“Good boy, Aaravos”, you said as your eyelids began to get heavy.

There are certain times where he fucks you into next week. You’d be all out of breath and unable to move your legs and he’d be just getting started. Like it wouldn’t even put a dent in his stamina.

Scenario:

You screamed in pure ecstasy as your husband, Aaravos plowed into you, your warm walls felt heavenly against his hard cock. “How many was that my love, four, five”, Aaravos said in a teasing tone as he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder for a different angle. One that he knew you liked after wail of pleasure that effited from your throat. You could barely speak, the only intelligible language that came from you were the occasional moan of his name. His thrust became sloppy, and quicker, indicating he too was nearing his peak, alongside with you, your sixth one that night. 

“Do you want to cum, ,little star. God you look so perfect fucked stupid, a slut for my cock.”He loved to tease you as he slammed inside you, over and over again, hitting that one spot that made you see stars. You clawed at his back, no doubt leaving red marks along his skin, your orgasm just out of reach. Aaravos’ head flew back as he roared in pleasure, his seed filling you. Your orgasm hit just seconds after his, your throat raw from all the screaming. He paused for a minute to allow you to take a breather. Aaravos looked down at you, a smile covering his face. “Look at you, god I hope you’re ready for another round, because I’m not even close to being finished. Your eyes flew open as he shoved his cock back inside of you, ramming you over and over again.

Runaan:

Runaan will top at any chance he gets, but if you can get him on a good day and butter him up some, he’ll cladly bottom for you. But, here’s where things get interesting, if you get too cocky he’ll flip you over and fuck you to a brutal pace.

Scenario:

It all happened so fast that you didn’t even get to register that your fiance was now on top of you with cock teasing your entrance. “Now, sweet moonstone”, he cooed out to you. Runaan grabbed your legs and pushed his way inside you, the warmth and good feeling of his cock stretching you. Runaan grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head, your breast bouncing as he rammed into you. “Getting too cocky will get you punished.

Runaan loves to go down on you, it gives him a sense of pride. He loves the taste of you on his tongue then looking up to see you looking at him while he eats you out. Don’t expect him to stop after you finish.

Scenario:

You looked into Runaan’s eyes as he tongue slithered between your folds before twirling around your clit. You gasped and gripped his snow white hair tightly. You screamed and moaned as his fingers wished inside your tight hole. “Runaan”, you cried out, “I’m so close.” Runaan understood perfectly, his tongue roughly liking your swollen clit as your orgasm rocked through you. You shuttered and twitched as he continued to assault your clit. “Ah, Runaan.” He ground and licked you harder. “Be a good girl for daddy, and let me stay down here for a little while longer.

Despite LOVING eating you out, he’ll never say no to having you suck him off. He loves the sight of your cheeks filled with his cock and the look on your face as his cums all over your face and upper body

Scenario:

Runaan moaned as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock. He loved to watch you cheek fill with his cock. Runaan gently grabbed your hair in one hand and gripped your horn with the other and gently pushed you down a little further, your tongue rub against his veiny cock. “You are such a good girl.” You moaned, the vibrations making him shutter and moan. “You deserve a reward. Touch yourself.”Your hand flew towards your exposed core, your fingers teasing your clit. “Mmm, god Y/N, you do this so well. God I love.” He thrust his hips into your mouth a couple times before cumming inside your mouth, pulling out to enjoy the look of you covered in white strings. “Goodness you look fantastic.” Runaan gently pushed her down on the mattress and watched as she licked it off her lips. “I hope you called off of work for tomorrow.”

[rocorambles]

Better Than Imagination

Pairing: Aoba Johsai x Reader 

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, PWP, Gangbang, This is just pure filth and self-indulgent, Also maybe kind of fluff and smut? Well, as fluffy as a gangbang could possibly be. 

Summary: The Seijoh boys find out at a team reunion that their ex-manager has never done anything physical before and they plan on changing that. 

Requested by Anon 

You’re all sitting around Iwaizumi’s living room, catching up since it’s one of the few times that the whole team is around and honestly, if it weren’t for how much older everyone looks, it really feels like old times. You’re sandwiched on the couch between Oikawa and Hanamaki and both the social butterflies are talking your ears off, but you don’t mind. It’s nice to see Oikawa happy and if you’re being honest, you missed him. Now that he’s officially a citizen of Argentina, it’s very rare to see the charismatic brunette in person. You take a quick look around and you chuckle when you see Iwaizumi and Kyoutani in the middle of their seventh arm wrestling match with Matsukawa acting as referee, Watari and Kindaichi cheering them on, and Yahaba and Kunimi lazily sitting back and watching. 

“Do you have a boyfriend?” 

Startled, you turn to look at Hanamaki. “Where’s this question coming from all of a sudden? But no, I don’t.” Oikawa blinks rapidly at you. “Eh??? You still don’t have a boyfriend? Have you ever dated since high school? You weren’t dating anyone back then either.” You flush as they interrogate you and you shyly confirm that you’ve never dated anyone yet. It never felt like the right time to start dating and you just hadn’t ever found anyone who interested you enough to even try. You miss the exchanging of looks above your head, but suddenly Matsukawa is seated on the floor right in front of you and innocently asks, “So, have you at least kissed or hooked up?”. You screech as you try to kick the tall male, but he just laughs as he catches your ankle before you can make contact. “Mattsun, you don’t just ask a girl a question like that! Especially not in front of other people!” 

Your face bright red, you turn to look at the rest of the room and your face heats up even more when you see all your juniors and Iwaizumi blushing and staring at you. “Well? Well? Well?” You groan as Oikawa and Hanamaki insistently pester you, intent on getting an answer out of you. Might as well put an end to this before it gets drawn out any longer. “No! No. I haven’t done anything. Forget hookups. I haven’t even kissed or held hands with anyone yet. Now can we all please just move on from this topic?” You’re ready to spit out a random sentence to get another conversation rolling when hands grip your shoulders and suddenly something softly presses against your lips. You stiffen at the foreign feeling, but Oikawa’s lips are so smooth and so gentle and your eyelids flutter close as you sink into your first kiss. Your body unconsciously moves to get closer to the delicious source and before you even realize what you’re doing, you’re completely in his lap as the two of you continue locking lips. You finally pull away to gasp for breath, but when your actions finally register in your mind, you bury your head in Oikawa’s neck in embarrassment.

You feel Oikawa’s head get smacked and hear Iwaizumi scolding him for kissing you without your permission before a gentle grip on your chin forces you to look up from your hiding space. “But Iwa-chan, she liked it! You liked it, right?” You lightly smack his chest, but you nod. “Not bad for a first kiss,” you tease. Chocolate brown eyes darken at your words, but suddenly Hanamaki shoves his face in your line of vision and with his trademark smile he says, “We can be all your firsts right now if you want”. Your mind short circuits at the implication behind his words and you sit there in silence with your mouth gaping at him, but you gasp as you feel a mouth kiss and suck along your neck and collarbone. Would it be so bad to have this group of men who’ve you known for so long and stood besides for so long be your many firsts? Maybe it’s the genuine affection you see in Hanamaki’s eyes, maybe it’s the intoxicating feeling of Oikawa marking your neck, or maybe it’s the soothing stroke of Matsukawa’s hand in your hair, but you let out a shaky “okay” and they all smile at you. 

Oikawa wastes no time in removing your shirt and bra and you moan as his fingers playfully tug and twist your nipples. Matsukawa makes a move towards you, but Iwaizumi nudges him away from you. “You’re going last. It’s her first time. You’re going to fucking kill her with your horse dick if you go first.” Matsukawa grumbles something about Iwaizumi just being jealous, but he begrudgingly listens and sits back down, palming himself through his pants. Hanamaki whispers praises into your ear about how beautiful you sound and how gorgeous you look as he removes your pants and underwear. Oikawa and him rearrange yourselves until Hanamaki is lying on the couch, your thighs on either side of his head and Oikawa is seated on the couch in front of you, still lavishing his attention on your sensitive neck and hardening nipples. Your hands clutch tightly to Oikawa’s shoulders as Hanamaki firmly grabs your thighs and pulls you down until his nose brushes against your clit. You moan as his mouth earnestly sucks your outer lips and his tongue dives deep inside of you while his nose continuously grazes your clit. You’ve played with yourself before, but nothing’s felt like this and your eyes roll back as he twists his tongue within you while Oikawa sucks on your nipples. It’s too much and you can feel yourself about to cum, so you try to move away from Hanamaki’s mouth, but he holds you fast and Oikawa roughly kisses you, shoving his tongue deep inside you as Hanamaki sucks on your clit. Your body tenses and you wail as your body convulses, but Oikawa swallows your cries with his mouth and you fall limp in his arms. 

Oikawa gently lays your torso on the couch as Hanamaki slips out from beneath you and you flush when you turn around and see his face slick with your juices. Your hips are still in the air from your previous position and Hanamaki uses that to his advantage as he strips out of his clothes and places one hand on your hip, while the other slowly begins guiding his cock into your glistening cunt. The stretch is uncomfortable, but you’re grateful for how wet you are from your orgasm and with Hanamaki’s patience and Oikawa’s encouragement, he finally bottoms out within you and you both groan as you adjust. He slowly thrusts in and out of you and you wince at first, unused to the feeling of something so big moving in and out of you, but Oikawa holds your hand and gently kisses you until the strange feeling turns into pleasure and you begin moaning as Hanamaki’s thrusts become deeper and stronger. You watch with hazy eyes as Oikawa removes his pants and you drool at the sight of his cock, so pretty and dripping with pre-cum. 

Oikawa feels his cock twitch at the sight of you licking your lips at the sight of his length and he moves until his tip is brushing against your lips and his head rolls back when you start peppering his shaft with kitten licks and kisses. He gently nudges your mouth open and you obediently begin sucking as much as you can fit in your tight mouth and Oikawa assists you by fisting the parts you can’t reach. It feels so overwhelming in the best way to be filled on both ends and you moan as Hanamaki digs his hands even harder into your hips as he thrusts balls deep inside of you. The vibrations from your mouth and the sight of your face lost in pleasure tip Oikawa over the edge first and he can’t help himself from pulling out and painting your innocent face white. Hanamaki reaches a hand down to furiously rub your clit as he feels his own release coming and when you reach your peak a second time and your pussy clenches around him, he pulls out and leaves sticky white strands all over your lower back.

Exhausted, you let your entire body slump flat on the couch, but a firm hand gently lifts your head up and you stare into Oikawa’s gleaming eyes. “Now, now, we aren’t done yet. It wouldn’t be fair to leave the rest of the team high and dry now would it? Doesn’t a good manager take care of everyone?” You hazily blink before turning your head and your mouth goes dry as you see the rest of your old team all stripped down and stroking or palming their erect cocks. You nervously gulp and sensing your hesitation, Iwaizumi steps forward and crouches down until he’s eye to eye with you before softly smiling and assuring you that you don’t need to do anything, but a mix of pride and lust has you determinedly staring at the remaining boys and urging them forward. 

Kyoutani lunges forward and you scream as he fully sheathes himself inside in one swift motion. It hurts, but he’s filling you so well that you don’t know if your cries are from pain or pleasure as he continues his brutal pace. He doesn’t even bother to lift your hips, instead laying his entire body over yours as he ruts into your prone figure sprawled on the couch. You squeal as he harshly bites you in the junction of your neck and shoulder, but the pain of his teeth almost tearing through your skin fuels the burning desire within you and you can already feel another peak coming. You wail as his brutal pace gets even rougher and you almost sob in relief when Yahaba steps in to yell at him to ease up a bit. Kyoutani grunts in annoyance, but he removes his teeth from you and slows his pace a bit and you gratefully look up at Yahaba who now sits in front of you. You eagerly take his cock in your mouth, intoxicated by the feeling of being double stuffed, and the three of you continue until Yahaba is filling your throat with his seed. A depraved pride rises within you as he opens your mouth and calls you such a good girl for swallowing everything he gave you before cheekily ruffling your hair. He moves down to where Kyoutani is still plowing into you and he circles your clit as Kyoutani’s hips begin to stutter and you feel your pussy walls spasm as you orgasm again, Kyoutani following soon after and releasing deep inside of you.

You think you might just pass out. Your body aches and pleasure and exhaustion make your limbs feel like bricks. But you manage to open your eyes when you hear footsteps right beside you. Kindaichi’s face is as red as a tomato and Watari isn’t faring much better. Kunimi trails a little behind the two, but if how red and swollen his cock is is any indication, he’s also not immune to the heady lust filling the room. Watari at least has the decency to look worriedly down at you and ask you if you’re really okay to keep on going and you almost take the easy way out, but your heart warms at the sight of Kindaichi and Kunimi looking at you with so much concern (and let’s be honest, you’d always had a soft spot in your heart for your youngest kouhais) that you smile at them and tell them it’s fine. You try to get up, but you instantly collapse back down, your arms and legs feeling like jelly. 

Matsukawa hums thoughtfully. “She’s not going to last much longer. Think you can try taking all three of them at the same time?” Confused about how that would even work, you look at the curly haired man who just smiles wickedly back at you. Suddenly you feel a finger begin to tenderly circle an area that makes you squeal. “Mattsun, stop it! That’s so dirty!” He just hushes at you as something slippery is poured all over your puckered hole. “We said we’d be all your firsts didn’t we?” Watari cradles your head in his lap and holds your hand as you wince at the discomfort and pain of Mattsun slowly stretching your ass, but thankfully the pain dissipates and it doesn’t necessarily feel good, but you feel comfortably full as he works three fingers in and out of you. Deeming you sufficiently prepped, he ushers for Kindaichi to sit on the couch before picking up your body like it weighs nothing and gingerly holding your lubed hole over Kindaichi’s dick. With Kindaichi’s help, he slowly lowers you down inch by inch until you’re finally all the way down and sitting in Kindaichi’s lap. You pant heavily as your body adjusts to being stretched in an area you’ve never even touched yourself and you’re thankful to be able to just lay back and lean on Kindaichi.

Kunimi hesitantly stands in front of you and you feel him slowly work himself into your aching cunt. You're thankful for his slow pace and self-control as he carefully watches you to make sure you aren’t in pain and it takes some time, but finally the three of you stay still as they let you get used to being stretched so much farther than you ever thought was possible. Kunimi starts slowly moving first and you moan at how you can feel every inch of him sliding in and out of you now that your pussy is even tighter than before and you lose yourself so much in the feelings that you begin to rock your hips which makes Kindaichi groan and start jutting his hips to match your pace. Matsukawa, Iwaizumi, Hanamaki, and Oikawa stare at you, so turned on by the image of their innocent ex-manager being so lewd as you shake your hips and wantonly moan. Watari finally joins in and he stands with his foot planted on either side of Kindaichi as he pushes his cock into your drooling mouth and the four oldest boys think they could cum from just the sight of you with all your holes stuffed. Kunimi finishes first and he pulls out and releases all over your stomach before kneeling down and sucking your clit. You wail at the stimulation and soon you’re clenching around Kindaichi as you climax yet again, although there’s now pain laced with the pleasure as overstimulation begins to set in. Kindaichi groans at the feeling of your already tight hole further squeezing him and with a grunt he spills his seed inside you and lies back as Watari chases his end. You moan as bitter warm fluid fills your mouth and you try to swallow, but you’re so tired and sticky white liquid seeps out of your mouth, mixing with the drool trickling down both sides of your mouth and pooling in a sloppy mess on your chest. Kindaichi carefully lifts you off of him and you whimper at the feeling of his cum sliding out of you as he gingerly lays you on your back. 

Your eyes close and you think you could fall asleep right there and then, but a gentle hand cradles your cheek and you hear Matsukawa’s low voice in your ear. “Stay awake a little longer, baby girl. Don’t worry. Iwaizumi and I will do all the work for you. You just let us make you feel good, okay? Be a good girl for us.” His words send a jolt of arousal through you. A good girl? Yeah, you could be a good girl for them. You want to be a good girl for them. You forcefully blink the drowsiness from your eyes as Matsukawa and Iwaizumi lift your body between them, Matsukawa’s arms laced underneath your thighs and Iwaizumi’s hands firmly holding your waist. You feel so warm, so safe squeezed between the two of them and you let your arms go limp by your sides as you lay your head back on Iwaizumi’s shoulder. 

Matsukawa begins to push in and at first it’s fine. After being fucked so many times, you’re not worried, but you whimper as his girth stretches you far further than anyone else and it’s only Iwaizumi’s voice in your ear urging you to relax and breathe that stops you from panicking. You close your eyes and escape in Iwaizumi’s calming voice as Matsukawa continues pushing and pushing and you wonder if it’s ever going to end. How big was he? But finally, just when you’re about to beg him to stop, feeling so stuffed you’re sure his tip is pressing into your cervix, you feel him bottom out. The boys hold you there for a bit and Iwaizumi murmurs sweet comforting words in your ear while Matsukawa gently kisses you and only when your body fully relaxes does Iwaizumi carefully enter your loosened ass. They stay true to their words and you just lay there as they both begin to thrust into you. You barely recognize the needy voice filling the room as yours and you let your eyes close as you drown in the shattering pleasure that overtakes you. You sob in pained pleasure as Iwaizumi reaches from behind you to rub your sensitive clit and it takes an embarrassingly short time for you to fall apart in their arms, your body twitching and tightening as you reach another peak. You let out broken cry after cry as the two continue to ravage your body, but soon enough you feel the stuttering of hips and uneven strokes and they hold you tight as they both release inside you. 

Thoroughly spent, you let them lay you back down on the couch and you don’t even have the energy to feel embarrassed as the nine men who’d just filled every hole and covered your body with cum stand and sit around you, all of them unabashedly staring at the mess they made of you. Heat does flare in your face when Oikawa spreads your legs apart and examines the white liquid seeping out of both your holes and you whine at him to stop when his long fingers attempt to push the sticky fluids back into you. You glare at Hanamaki and Matsukawa who wolf whistle at you, but they just laugh when you tell them to go fuck off. Mortified, you cover your face with your hands as Oikawa goes on a whole excited rant about how dirty and corrupted they made their cute manager-chan and you almost punch Matsukawa in the face when he says they probably ruined you for anyone else, so you should just become the team’s cum bucket. But you smile when Iwaizumi knocks them both on the head until they shut up and you cuddle into Hanamaki’s embrace as he wipes down your body with a wet cloth one of the younger boys had fetched. This wasn’t how you imagined any of your sexual firsts from happening, but as you close your eyes and let yourself finally succumb to exhaustion, you can’t help but think this was better than anything you could have imagined.       

[retroellie]

(I love your work btw!!! 🥺💕) Can you make an imagine where the reader is cooking dinner for Ellie, but then Ellie starts feeling a bit needy for the reader while watching her cook, and ends up roughly fucking her on the kitchen counter, which leads to the food being burnt and they end up getting takeout instead? 😩

Summary: Cooking dinner until Ellie gets a nasty idea

A/N: I promised more farm!ellie so here ya go. Thank you for the request love <3 Thank you for enjoying and i know you said take out but like i started writing and was like oh shit they meant modern world, so i completely forgot im sorry AHSJA. Anyways mom!ellie

Warnings: NSFW, Strap-on, Fingering, Pregnant sex

Word count: 3.7K

"Shit." Ellie huffed, shutting the heavy door to the barn.

There was so much work still needed to do on the farm, the hen shed needed to be built still so for now they were spread out across the barn and the cows pen needed to be expanded. There was so much left to do and ellie was nervous y'all might not get it done by the time winter got here.

She had been out there all day working on getting all the animals comfortable in their new homes, the pigs being the hardest. As of right now though the sun was beginning to set and Ellie was starving. You had gone in not too long ago because you were becoming overheated, not well for the baby in your belly.

Ellie walked through the field, seeing how pretty the house looked in the sunset light. All the pretty oranges and reds spread across the wood of the house, she wished she had her sketchbook so she could get down the quick picture before it left her brain.

She reached the house, taking her shoes off so she didn't get mud on the floor. She could hear faint sounds of music, if she was real quiet she could hear you humming along with it. She smiled at the peacefulness she felt right now, suddenly all the stresses she had about the barn vanished. Suddenly she thought the barn was a great idea, if this was how it would be all the time then she could die a happy woman.

She set her shoes next to yours, taking one good look at the fields before going in. The sun buried itself behind the hills, casting a glow on the flowing laundry allowing her to see small peaks of the barn. She couldn't wait for the kid to be running through here, she could see it now. She could see herself running after the kid, small laughs coming from the both of them.... her kid. The thought made her smile.

She finally opened the screen door, the smell of dinner filling the air around her. That's when she saw in the dim light of the candle filled room, you in the middle of it all. You were dressed in a cute little cottage dress that you were given at the baby shower, and one of the women of the town made it for you.

You were making something on the stove, not noticing her presence until the screen door slammed behind her. You jumped slightly, the perks of living in a post-apocalyptic world. You gave a small smile when you realized it was her before averting your eyes to the pot in front of you.

Ellie placed her things down on the small table by your back door, her eyes glued to you. She made her way over to you, seeing a cookbook opened right next to you. There were so many types of vegetables out along with some bread and meat. You always did know how to surprise her with your old world cookbook.

"Long day at work Mrs. Williams?" You smiled, teasing her a bit.

"Long and hard, Mrs. Williams." She came up behind you, placing her large hands on your hips.

She swayed a bit to the music, watching you stir the food in the pot. You smiled at her sudden affection, the feeling of her hands gripping softly at your waist making you blush slightly. One of her hands made its way to your belly, noticing how much bigger it had gotten since y'all moved here.

"How are my girls doing?" She asked, caressing your stomach softly.

When you guys first found this place you were only a couple weeks along, not even 9 weeks along. Now you're almost 6 months old, you have gotten bigger and bigger. Your glow had only increased as well, you looked really good and really happy as well. Most nights were better than others obviously, the paranoia and depression of the outside world can be hard especially on a pregnant woman.

"We're doing okay, she's a little shit and won't settle down but hopefully food will calm her down." You replied, watching as the broth bubbled.

You could feel Ellie's grin on your neck, kisses halting for only a minute just to look down at the bubbles as well. It looked like chicken noodle soup but Ellie couldn't be sure. Her hands continued to caress your belly, feeling as the baby moved around. She will never get used to that, the feeling of a baby in your stomach.

She was dragged out of her thoughts when you turned your head to connect your lips together. She was caught off guard but happily moved her lips to yours, one hand still sitting on your hip and the other slightly pushing you back to rest yourself on her chest. You chuckled into the kiss, pushing her away slightly with your butt.

"Honey, I love you but you smell like a pig pen..." You joked, turning back to the oven. "Go get cleaned up for dinner, it has another 20 or 30 minutes left."

She laughed, stepping away from you for the first time since she came into the house. She gave your ass a soft smack before trailing herself up stairs. You let out a surprised yelp, giggling as you watched her walk to the doorway and stop in her tracks.

"behave yourself while i'm upstairs... You think you can do that?" She joked, giving you a small grin.

"Ugh that'll be impossible...how could I behave myself when I know you're washing pig shit off your hands just up the stairs." You joked back.

Ellie chuckled and made her way upstairs, jogging up the stairs and into your bedroom. It didn't take much to get cleaned up, she just changed into a plain white shirt and some random pair of jeans she found on the dresser.

While she was placing her dirty clothes into the hamper she caught a glimpse of one of your guys toys. It was a strap on, it was one you used often but it worked for the two of you. That's when the best idea came to her, she didn't hesitate in grabbing the strap on. She put it on tightly so it wouldn't fall off.

When she was comfortable with it, not too tight and not too loose she pulled up her jeans. It wasn't too noticeable, the strap was mostly folded in between her legs so it didn't show through her jeans. She smiled at her nasty idea before walking back down stairs, seeing you in the same position you were before. This time your eyebrows were knitted together in frustration, licking your lips which sent tingles through ellie.

She went back to the same position she was at only minutes before her nasty idea, but this time her hands roughly grabbed at you. There was a slight change in her presence than the last time, it was once innocent and peaceful but now it was like a lion staring down its prey.

Her lips were once again attached to your neck, hands bunching up your dress slightly. The roughness distracted you a bit, not expecting her mood to change within seconds. One of her hands was slowly making its way under your dress, giving you only a split second to realize what she was going.

You didn't know if it was you being pregnant or what but you were almost immediately putty in her hands, in between your legs already called for her. Her hand was slowly running up your thigh, no time was waiting.

"Ellie... I have to make dinner!" You stated, hand grabbing on to the counter for leverage.

"You said 20 minutes right??" She asked, watching as you gave her a small nod. "I can make you cum at least 3 times before...."

Those words made you weak, you could feel the wet spot on your underwear grow more and more. Ellie sucked and bit at your neck, leaving small bruises. Her hand made it all the way to your thigh, feeling the wet spot. She gave a cocky grin, knowing she was the one doing that.

"Besides, dinner can wait..." She paused, moving her hand that rested on your waist to your chest, grabbing at your flesh softly. " Well, you pussy seems to think so." She teased.

You let out a small groan, letting go of the spoon you had been holding too grab at her hand that was grabbing at your boobs. You usually would give her a hard time, tease her as much as she teases you but right now... your hormones were everywhere and your body was so different than it was, you just couldn't fight back your desire for her.

She took a few steps back, taking you back with her so you were safely away from the stove before moving your panties to the side. She started off small with her movements, placing two fingers on your clit, circling them around to send small moments of pleasure to your core.

You moaned into the air, the increased sensitivity of your body changing made the movements feel more intense than they once were. Your head moved back to capture her lips in a kiss, while her fingers worked on the little bud between your folds.

The kiss was passionate, no teeth clashing or sloppy tongue action but like two puzzle pieces being perfect for each other. Your head craned back, wanting more of her lips and you were honestly afraid of breaking your neck but it just felt so good.

Ellie's hand on your chest pulled down your dress, releasing our boobs into the cold air. She was just able to pull it down to your waist but that was enough access for her. She grabbed at one of your boobs, playing with the sensitive nipple.

She watched as you gasped into her mouth, eyes slightly rolling back into your head. She took that as a cue to shove two fingers inside of you, thumb still rubbing at your clit. You couldn't last too much longer and she knew it, everything felt so different from your not pregnant body so she had to treat it differently.

Your walls immediately clamped around her finger, the knot in your body ready to explode. You grabbed on to her, one hand on her arm and the other moving back to grab her thigh to balance yourself. It all happened so fast and you didn't even know it was happening until waves of pleasure were sent all over your body and your juice dripped onto ellies hand.

Some strangled moans left your mouth, as your body felt like it was on fire and your stomach did twist and turns. You tried to catch your breath, wincing as Ellie took her fingers out of you. Ellie allowed you to slowly come down from you high, knowing she was not done with you yet.

"Sorry I came so fast...." You breathed out, moving to fix your dress back before Ellie pulled you back to her.

"Who said I'm done with you.." She spoke, moving her hand down to her jeans before pulling out the strap.

You gasped at the feeling of it, feeling it hit your lower back. You couldn't help but feel pathetic at the fact you were still so fucking horny even though you already came once, you felt greedy but you ddin't care.

"I said 3 times right?" She spoke, not asking but telling you.

You bit your lip at the tone of her voice, feeling your cunt flutter and drip onto your now soaked underwear. Your cheeks were red along with the flush skin of your chest from Ellie grabbing at your tender boobs.

Ellie pulled you closer to her, standing you still while she pulled your dress all the way down to your ankles. The feeling of her being fully dressed and you being completely naked, the degradation of it making your legs shake more than they already were. You were in nothing but your underwear that were pushed to the side and ellies hands settling down on your hips.

Ellie spread your legs a tad, moving a finger to slide through your folds. You winced a tad, overstimulated slightly but so ready to be fucked once again. Ellie got you nice and wet, lining up the strap to your puffy folds.

"Do you need anything? Water? Or do you want to sit down? i co..." She started but wasn't able to finish her sentence

"Jesus Christ ellie just fuck me already." You interrupted, moving your hips back to try to fuck yourself on the strap.

Ellie chuckled but you didn't have to tell her twice, she slowly inserted the strap but that wasn't until you moved your hips back and forth. The action of you fucking yourself on the strap made her stumble back slightly, hitting the sink so her back was flush against it.

You didn't have a set speed, you sped up and then slowed down just whatever felt the best at the moment. Ellie watched as you sunk down onto it, watching it go in and out of you. She was getting a little antsy, wanting to thrust in and out of you while holding you down on the cabinet.

Oh how she wanted to fuck you so hard, but you were fragile at the moment so she let you take your time. Instead she placed her hands on your hips, helping you push your weight onto her. Your thighs were burning, the way you had to push yourself back onto her gave you a legit work out.

You held onto Ellie’s hands, forcing your body back down onto her. You could feel yourself inching closer and closer each thrust, each thrust also came more frustration on your part. The feeling of running after an orgasm but not being fit enough to reach it out made you wanna scream.

You hair was falling in front of your face as you leaned over to try to fuck yourself harder on the strap, trying to get at the best angle as well. You were just genuinely uncomfortable but so motivated to get off that you didn’t care that your body was hurting.

Ellie noticed the tension in your body, feeling your frustration as you desperately tried to get off. That’s when she stepped in, stopping you for a minute to lean you on the cabinet next to her. Only your chest on the cabinet, your elbows holding you up.

“Lemme take care of you hun...” she started, lining the strap back up. “Just sit back and look pretty for me okay.”

She took home on your hips once more and dove back into you, hitting an angle that you wanted to get too but couldn’t. She went at the same pace as before, rough and hard but taking small breaks in between to check if you were hurting.

You grabbed onto the counter with dear life, the cold counter against your flush skin making you shiver slightly. She was prominent and very skilled, feeling every single inch of the strap inside of you.

“Fuck... Ellie... I-“ you could feel yourself clamping around her, your walls fluttering and tensing up ready to release.

She knew you could last longer, your strangled groans and small cruises dropped hints to her. Her twisted a hand in your hair, something she knew you liked, pulling it slightly while you thrust your hips back to hers.

You lifted yourself off the counter now holding yourself up with your hands, holding yourself as steady as you possibly could for Ellie. You could feel it rip through your body. You jerked your body flush against Ellie’s, back all the way pressed against her chest.

Ellie snaked a hand to your boobs and the other drawing soft circles in your clit. You threw your head onto her shoulder, mouth shaped into an O shape as you came with a loud moan.

“Come on baby.... cum on my cock..” she whispered, thrusting her hips into you harshly.

You were seeing stars at this point, holding on to Ellie for dear life as she fucked you through your orgasm. Ellie kissed up your jaw, catching your lips into a kiss while slowing down her movement. Your body had stopped jerking only to be left legit shaking.

Ellie pulled the strap out of you, still holding you up with one hand. You were out of breath, shaking violently in her arms as she comforted you back into your body. She moved a hand through your hair, peppering your neck with kisses as you slowly came back to your body.

“Do you need anything?” She whispered, pressing a small kiss to the shell of your ear.

You turned around in her arms, bringing her into a kiss. Your hands immediately made their way into her hair, her hands absentmindedly went to your hips. It had got a cold in the house but you both were heated up.

“I’m okay Ellie, the baby's good, I’m not thirsty, I don’t need to sit...” you said, knowing exactly the same questions she would ask. It warmed your heart to see she cared but holy shit you were so wound up. “I was promised 3 orgasms.... so please just shut up and fuck me.”

That was so fucking hot to her, you taking what you wanted without a care in the world was something she couldn’t handle. She brought you into a sloppy kiss, holding your head in place as she walked you back into the counter.

She pressed you against the counter, leg up against your bare cunt that was so overstimulated right now but you somehow wanted more. She lifted one of your legs up around her waist and you helped do the other until you were fully seated on the counter.

Your legs dangled down, spread wide open so Ellie could place herself in between them comfortably. Her hands sat on your thighs, squeezing both of them softly. Your hands wrapped around her neck, bringing her so close to you.

This is what heaven would feel like if there was one, fucking on the counter of your dream farmhouse while pregnant with Ellie’s child (Figuratively). It’s what pure light and sweet dreams felt like wrapped in one.

You wrapped your legs around Ellie’s waist, hinting at wanting her to fuck you finally. Ellie lined it up with your cunt, running it up and down your slit a few times before pushing it all the way in.

You gasped at the feeling of being filled to the brim once more, throwing your head back onto the cabinet as Ellie thrust in and out of you at an animalistic pace.

Ellie watched as your back arched up, causing your boobs to bounce every single thrust. This view made her mouth water, you being fucked under candle light. She leaned down to attach her lip to one of your boobs.

You grabbed a fist full of her hair to keep her there for a moment, feeling pleasure from two sensitive areas of your body could send you flying off the edge once more. You let multiple moans out, one after the other.

The house was full of them, bouncing off every wall until they made it back to Ellie’s ears. Ellie went deeper, trying to hit that spot that made you see stars. Ellie watched as your eyebrows knitted together, head pointed up to the ceiling as your mouth formed an O once more.

You were once again so close, tired walls fluttering against the strap. Your overstimulated cunt burning at the sensation of another earth shattering orgasm. Ellie lifted her head up to coax you through it, leaving sloppy open mouth kisses on your fully exposed neck.

“Come on baby, cum on my cock one more time....” she encouraged you, speeding up once more. “I know you can do it, make that pretty little cunt cum all over my cock huh.”

Those dirty words, words that made your body tingle every time you heard them. You grabbed onto Ellie once again, squeezing her hand as the knot in your stomach finally snapped once again.

You could feel how your juices spilled all over the counter, probably making a big wet mess. Pleasure courses through your body, making you jerk violently. Your nails dug into Ellie roughly, most likely leaving bruises.

Ellie once again fucked you through your orgasm but slowed down slightly, kissing up your neck. Your entire body collapsed, no more strength to try to get down.

You could smell the burning of your soup, the awful smell wafting through the air. It had been a little over 20 minutes, probably more than 30 minutes even. It was slightly bright outside when you started but now it was pitch black, candles were the only thing lighting your way.

Ellie planted another kiss on your lips, caressing your belly to comfort you. You kissed back, just wanting to go to bed at this point.

“Well the soup is burnt... So what do you wanna do for dinner??” You asked, looking at how the soup smoked.

Ellie looked back as well, seeing as it was literally almost black. She chuckled a bit, turning back to you and shrugging.

“I mean we have left over cake from the baby shower.... can't let it go to waste.” She said, watching as you gave her a big grin.

“Hmmm... I think you sound much better than cake.” You joked, well it really wasn’t a joke. You just came 3 times and she at least deserved to get eaten out.

“I swear you got knocked up and now you're just a little horn dog.” Ellie rolled her eyes, slipping out of you before handing you your dress.

“Hey corn dogs kinda sounds good??” You joked, hopping down from the cabinet almost falling down on your way.

“You are too much.” She laughed, pulling you back into a quick kiss.

You wrapped your arms around her neck once more, smiling into the kiss as her hands roamed down you your ass giving it a quick squeeze.

"Well cake and burnt vegetables for dinner i guess." You sighed out, between kisses.

The only thing y'all will be eating tonight is each other at this point.

[sparks-joy-imagines]

Girl, imagine Sukuna when he finds out that his girl is super kinky😌 like they're making out and he's roughly pulling at her hair and she lets a moan slip because she secretly likes pain or he smacks her ass while walking past her, somehow he forgot his strength and the slap was a lot harsher than usual, but then she moans and he's ready to the nasty in an instant😌 honestly, lovemarks, choking, spanking I'm all in for it😂

omfg FINALLY some Sukuna smut😩👌👌👌 you have no idea how long I've been waiting to get to business with him so thank you for this request~ I do hope you enjoy it, hun, 'cause I sure as hell did😏 -mesu. warnings: not sfw, reader gets penetrated, unsafe intercourse (pls don’t do this), rough, biting, some hair pulling, spanking, is Sukuna a warning himself? 'cause I feel like I have to include him in this.. Ryōmen Sukuna x f!reader

The human body was not compatible with the strength and stamina of a special grade curse. Sukuna had learnt this the hard way. The more powerful he grew, the more cautious he had to be in order not to just break his current partner or plaything, whatever was more accurate. It was no fun tearing his counterpart into shreds within mere seconds after all, and quite unfulfilling to say the least.

At times Sukuna had found someone somewhat more… durable. Not as easily broken. But eventually he had always ruined them. And then, there was you. You were the most precious thing in his life and he really didn’t want to risk losing you. So, he had been holding back this reckless side of his the best he could ever since you were with him. Still, he couldn’t help this certain itch he had whenever you looked at him. He longed to ruin you.

Sukuna snapped back to reality when your hand brushed through his hair. You had just taken a shower and were heading to get dressed, wrapped merely in a towel, when you passed him sitting on the couch. A low growl escaped Sukuna’s throat as he took you in and more out of reflex than anything else his hand found its way to your jiggly arse.

Smack!

Your eyes widened at the impact and your hand reached for your mouth to muffle the sound that unwillingly tried to escape your lips, but it didn’t cover them in time. The lewd moan sounded all but obscene and for a long moment you didn’t dare to move. When you finally gathered the courage to turn to Sukuna nothing of his formerly neutral expression remained.

He looked feral.

“Who would’ve thought that you’re such a bad bad girl, (Y/N),” he smirked when he easily jumped on his feet and took his sweet time to circle around the furniture, when all you could do was take steps back until you could feel the cool wall of your flat behind your back. You knew there was no way to escape what was to follow and the wetness that spread between your folds was the very proof that you didn’t even want to.

“Sukuna..,” you whispered but you shut up instantly when he crashed his hand against the wall beside your head and immediately let it sink into your hair, yanking your head in your nape. You whimpered softly in response and bit your lower lip to suppress another moan when you felt his lips at your neck, sucking on your sensitive skin.

While he was busy marking your neck, his free hand wandered to your hands which desperately held your towel in place. When you denied his first tug on the fabric, Sukuna pulled back to look at you, his lips swiftly being replaced by his other hand which tightened around your neck just enough to make you feel a certain restriction on your airflow.

“Now, for how long were you planning to keep this hidden from me?” Sukuna’s voice was monotone, almost disinterested but the burning in his dark eyes told you otherwise.

“I.. didn’t mean to hi-aahh~” You pressed your eyes shut when you felt his knee against your crotch.

“Didn’t mean to hide that you get off of pain and nasty shit?” Sukuna snorted as he simply ripped the towel away from your body, leaving you bare in front of him, “You’re already soaked and I didn’t even do anything to you… yet.”

The heat rose in your cheeks due to the sudden humiliation and you felt your very own juices slowly leaking down your thighs. You turned your head to the side, trying your best not to have to look at Sukuna but his thumb and index finger relentlessly grabbed your chin and made you face him.

“I will tell you how this is gonna go down, (Y/N),” Sukuna cooed, his eyes piercing into yours, “I will let go of you now and take my place back on the couch.”

Your eyebrows arched upwards in disbelief and a low chuckle escaped Sukuna’s throat, “Don’t look at me like that. You’ll follow me of course, good little girl that you are, and bend over my lap nicely, so I can properly punish you for keeping this juicy little secret of yours from me for so long.”

A shiver ran down your spine as he spoke and you couldn’t help but nod in response. You knew better than to defy this. To defy him.

“Splendid.”

Sukuna brushed an uncharacteristically sweet kiss on your lips and lowered his head to swirl his tongue around each of your nipples shortly before he turned to settle down on the couch. When you didn’t follow suit, he lifted his index finger to motion for you to approach without even granting you another glance and said in a sing-song voice, “You better not make me wait now, doll.”

You nibbled your lip contemplating for a split second before you stepped to Sukuna who patted his thighs for you to bend over, the bulge in his pants more prominent than you had ever seen it before.

As soon as you got into position on his thighs, Sukuna’s hand mercilessly connected to your bare buttock with a loud thud, making you jerk up and moan again which was followed by Sukuna’s own thrilled laughter.

“I adore your voice like that, sweet cheeks!”

You managed to have a peak at Sukuna’s expression that clearly showed how much he was enjoying this, before his hand came down onto your arse again. You huffed at the pain mixing with pleasure and clawed your hands in his thigh when you suddenly felt his fingers circling at your entrance. Sukuna didn’t seem to mind your nails in his flesh.

“My aren’t you soaked and ready for me, (Y/N). Want me badly?”

Before you managed to answer, he smacked your arse again, making you yelp out, “Aahh- Yes! Yes I want you bad, Sukuna!”

You wiggled on his thighs and soon felt his free hand grab your nape like a kitten that couldn’t behave to hold you in place. His fingers slipped into your wet folds cheekily, rubbing against your walls while he leaned down to murmur into your ear, “Let’s see how much of me you can take then, shall we? On your knees and arse up, darlin’.”

A shiver ran down your spine, your body already way too sensitive to his touch. Sukuna waited for you to shakily get on the floor and assume position, legs trembling under your own weight, and then stepped in front of you, calmly taking off his clothes. If not for his intense gaze that gave away his hunger for you, he looked rather unbothered.

Your mouth watered and you swallowed heavily when he took off his underwear, the tip of his large member twitching on sight. A wicked grin emerged on Sukuna’s features, “Bet you’d like to suck me off now, wouldn’t you.”

You lowered your gaze knowing your eyes would betray you and soon felt his hand pat your hair as he positioned himself behind you, grabbing your hips tightly.

“Don’t worry. I’ll let you taste my dick once I’m done with your tight pussy.”

Sukuna barely gave you a moment to comprehend his words, when he already slammed his entire length deeply into you, making you scream at the sudden intrusion. Up until now he had always taken his time to at least let you grow accustomed to his considerable size but now he started moving deep within you almost immediately.

You pressed your palms desperately against the floor, trying your best to hold balance while Sukuna kept thrusting into you at a merciless pace, hitting that sweet spot that only he seemed to know with every other thrust. His size spread you to your very limits and with each thrust you felt more like bursting.

More and more lewd noises escaped your mouth and seemed to motivate Sukuna to add even more strength to his movements, striving to push you to the edge. Just when your arms were about to give in, Sukuna moved his hands from your hips; one to your torso to cup your boob and hold you up at the same time; the other to the sensitive knot between your folds to finally finish you off.

“Cum for me, doll,” Sukuna growled lowly and when you felt his rough thumb brush over your clit the very moment his tip prodded your sweet spot, you did just that, accompanied by a scream of Sukuna’s name that you didn’t quite make out to be yours.

“Fuuuck,” Sukuna moaned as you contracted around him, making him fill you with his sticky seed. He continued to move in you for a couple more thrusts before he smoothly pulled out of you, letting you down on the floor while he spread your buttocks to watch his cum drip out of you while you caught your breath.

“Aren’t you a fine piece of nasty ass, (Y/N),” Sukuna chuckled after a while and carefully pulled you up so you could rest against his broad chest.

You gazed in his eyes and smirked while you let your hand innocently move to his crotch, “Maybe… so about that offer of yours…~”

[byuntrash101]

Hi baby, congrats on 350 followers!!! 100% deserved!!! 💓💓

So for the zodiac game:

1. 4th of july (cancer obviously)

2. Chanyeol

3. Lazily making out and it's raining outside!!! 😭😭 (Definitely not what I've been daydreaming of todayyyy)

4. I mean... yeah? But it's up to you ofc. I won't mind some fluff either 🙈

I hope I understood it right and I honestly can't wait to see what you will turn this into.

Ily, cat 💓💓

Thank you loveee!!! Omg Mae! You're a Cancer thats why I love you so much!!! Ayways I hope you enjoy the drabble ^^

Ps: i can't write anything under 500 words :((((( sorry if it's too long

Warnings - Public sex, dirty talk, sub/dom dynamics, unprotected sex, size kink

Not really summer weather - Cancer!Reader & Sagittarius!Chanyeol

“Why is it raining again?” Chanyeol throws his hands to his sides in utter frustration. He has been cloistered all summer long inside, which isn’t good for a fire sign. He likes to go out, see people, have drinks at bars and meet his friends. And being secluded in this tiny apartment in the heart of Berlin without even a balcony is agony to him.

You, on the other hand, don’t mind too much. Cancers like to stay in and value quiet times like these. In fact, you even like the rain. You like the sound of it and how calming it is.

“It isn’t so bad” you say with a shrug but Chanyeol turns around to shoot daggers at you.

“What? It’s true! Wait look!” You know the Sagittarius man isn’t known to have much empathy. He just can’t comprehend how anybody could like this stupid gloomy weather so you have to force him into your headspace.

You bring him next to the big bay window and you sit him down on the window sill. Even though he’s sitting, his big round surprised eyes are leveled with yours. You sit next to him, your thighs pressed to his and before he loses patience and protests you push your lips against his.

The chaste kiss lasts for a few seconds and you part from him.

“See? Don’t you think the rain is romantic?” you say, smiling at him. The loving, nurturing nature of the Cancer peaking through.

“I don’t really know, let me check” he says before kissing you again. This time the kiss isn’t so subdued anymore. Chanyeol’s big hand wraps around your tiny frame and rests on your lower back while the other one gently pulls down your chin to open your mouth. You don’t resist as a Cancer woman you like when your man is in control and that fits well with the Sagittarius’ dominant nature.

Chanyeol deepens the kiss and you moan into his mouth as you feel arousal pool out of you and make your underwear sticky. Chanyeol's big hand now strokes your butt cheek underneath your skirt.

Suddenly you remember your surroundings: you're in front of the window.

“Chan” you say as you part your lips. But He chases after the kiss and doesn't let you speak. The fire sign can easily get fired up and that's when the water sign Cancer comes to quench the fire.

“Chan!” you insist and he finally looks at you. “We’re in front of the window” your shy Cancer nature makes you nervous. Chanyeol chuckles and suddenly lifts you up to set you on your knees on the window sill. Both your palms on the glass and your knees on the cold stone. Without even a heads up he rips your hoodie over your head and unclasps your bra. Your breasts jump out and you squeal in surprise.

“Babyyyy” Chanyeol cooes in your ear as you hear the distinctive sound of his zipper being opened. “I know you like that”

Your brain wants to say no. It’s the contradictory nature of the Cancer agreeing means losing but your dripping wet cunt screams yes. And the latter wins.

Chanyeol smirks in satisfaction when you don’t reply anything. He rips your panties down, not even taking the time to take them off, only letting them rest on your knees. And he slips inside you, easily parting and stretching you.

“Fuck baby you’re so fucking wet” he growls as he’s reaching your sweet spot. Pushing so hard on your frail little hips that your erect nipples are pressed on the cold glass.

“You suck me in so good” he moans. The talkative nature of the Sagittarius man is not toned down when in the bedroom. It can even be ignited when it’s a setting as exciting as fucking his girlfirend in front of the unsuspecting neighbors.

Fire signs are not known to be patient and it’s not surprising that as soon as it starts Chanyeol goes in as hard as he can. Thrusting into you with brutality as his hugs hands leave bruises on your waist.

“Say you like my cock” you whimper first, the water sign not being as talkative. But the even harder thrust compels you.

“Yes I love your cock” you cry out a moan, his deep voice making your pussy gush out with juices.

“You love to show your tits like this to everyone walking by, don't you?” this time it's too much and you squirm in embarrassment under him. Chanyeol chuckles “I knew it! You just got even tighter baby”

“I’m gonna cum” you warn him as your walls clench around his hard cock.

“Cum. Cum on this cock in front of everyone.” he grunts as he sends his hips into you one last time. You moan and quiver around him as he shoots thick semen right into your small exhausted cunt. Fog is covering the window now and you leave the mark of your two hands and breasts pressed to the glass.

“What beautiful piece of art” Chanyeol points out, panting, as he slips out, cum dripping down your thighs and in your panties. “Let's keep it like this. It goes well with the romantic vibe of the rain”