#i could not resist 🙈

[there-is-just-me-myself-and-i]

[writing-on-the-wahl]

Look Alike Part 5

Part 1   Part 2   Part 3   Part 4 

Sooo, are you going to show me what you do here?” 

Civilian stared up at Villain. Was he serious? But as he stood before her, rocking back and forth on his heels as he took in the room for what felt like the first time, that Civilian realized he was serious. 

“I uh…” 

Before she could come up with a response, Villain’s gaze caught on the mound of wet clay she’d abandoned on the pottery wheel, and his shoulders and his hopeful expression dropped as he took a step back. “I’m sorry- I interrupted…”

Suddenly the thought of being alone while she yet again attempted to throw the perfect pot sounded intolerably lonely. “It’s fine!” she blurted. “I was just going to practice for my ceramics class. I can just clean it up and show you around.” 

Villain shook his head. “It’s fine; you have work to do and I …” He hesitated, all of the suave confidence from early disappearing as he tucked his hands into his pockets and took a deep breath. “Maybe I could stay while you worked? See what you do?” 

Oh that was much worse than giving him a tour of the kilns. Civilian’s insides twisted at the thought of having an audience for what would mostly likely be an unsuccessful evening, if the last two weeks were anything to judge by. 

She should definitely say no. She’d never performed well under pressure. It always made her chest tighten and her hands tremble. 

Not the greatest conditions for delicate ceramic work. 

But the beautiful apology bouquet on the table reminded her why he’d come here, and all he’d done trying to make it up to her. Maybe she could just show him around a little and he’d forget about watching her work. 

So Civilian smiled. “That’s ok, I can work on it later. Let me show you around.” She held her breath until Villain smiled back. 

“If you’re sure.” 

Normally she would have started with the pottery wheels, explaining how the clay was shaped into the pots and bowls and all manner of things. But she didn’t want to remind him he was keeping her from work, so she instead led him to the tables and chairs where customers could glaze their chosen items. 

“So did you make any of these?” 

“No!” Civilian snorted as Villain wandered towards the shelves that carried a variety of pre-made ceramics for customers to glaze. “Those are all made in molds. Most of our business comes from people who just want to glaze something that’s already made. Making your own pottery can be difficult.” 

Villain nodded as he stepped up to a shelf containing a variety of ceramic animals and picked up a palm-sized statue of a goat. “That makes sense. The real question is who would pick something like this.” He gestured to the shelf of various bowls and mugs. “Those at least have a function.” 

She shrugged. “We stock the animals for the kids. Although the adults choose them just as often. Especially the college students.” 

Villain grimaced as he eyed the goat. “That’s ridiculous.” 

Civilian stepped closer, plucking the goat from his hand and holding it up to eye level. “Awwww but it’s so cute!!” 

A tiny smile cracked through Villain’s critical veneer, and Civilian wanted to cheer. 

“Can you imagine this on my desk?” 

Civilian mentally placed a brightly colored goat like the one that four year old had glazed last week on a desk of dark mahogany, the statue comical against neatly organized files and papers. 

“What do you do for work?” The question was out of her mouth before she realized what she’d said. She clapped a hand over her mouth. “I didn’t—”  

The imaginary desk was replaced with the visceral memory of a blacked out van, a dark room. 

When her mind returned to the pottery shop, the guilt on Villain’s face told her he knew exactly where her thoughts had gone. Before he could apologize, again, she looked around for something to distract him. The solution was so simple, yet not easy at all. 

Steeling herself, Civilian gestured to the row of pottery wheels. “We also offer weekly classes for those who want to try their hand at making their own pottery. I can show you how it works, if you’d like?” 

It seemed like an eternity of waiting, and she wondered if he was still going to try apologizing. 

But then Villain nodded, and soon enough he had pulled a stool up near her wheel and was watching intently as she began to center her clay. 

“So what are you doing now?” 

Civilian began explaining about the process: the throwing, the centering, the shaping. Villain’s arms rested on his knees as he leaned forward, nodding at each step of her explanation. When her pot went careering off center, Civilian flushed, ready to be embarrassed until Villain’s eager expression made her heart settle. She managed an only slightly forced laugh as she scraped the ruined clay off the wheel. “It actually happens more often than you’d think, I’ll have to get fresh clay- this is too wet to use again.” 

Dropping the old clay into the bucket of water beside the wheel, she reached for another piece of clay. “Oh, and before you even start, you have to make sure that you wedge the clay—like kneading—to get the air bubbles out, otherwise the clay can explode in the kiln. I prepped a bunch before setting up at the wheel so I don’t constantly have to get up every time I…” 

Sheesh, Civilian, do you ever stop to breathe? 

The dismissive voice was only an echo in her mind, but it was enough that she cut off the stream of facts she’d been about to share and lifted her hands from the clay and her foot from the pedal. “I’m sorry, I got too excited and—”

Villain scooted his stool closer, close enough to reach out and touch, and the rest of her apology faded into the air between them. His voice was low as he asked, “Is that what that miserable cow would tell you?” 

“What?” 

“Is that what your ex would tell you?” The muscles in his jaw clenched, and he all but spat out his next words. “That you got ‘too excited?’” She would have been afraid, had it not been so clear his anger was not at her, but for her. 

Ex’s actual words had been ‘like an excitable little puppy,’ but she was going to tell Villain that. 

Apparently her face was easy enough to read though, because Villain’s expression turned violent. 

“He’s not a bad guy,” she rushed to say. 

She’d loved him, after all. 

Villain shook his head before he stilled, staring at her with those piercing eyes that seemed to see every disdainful remark Ex had ever thrown at her. “You really believe that.” 

Civilian shifted under Villain’s scrutiny, trying to remember the good days, the reasons she’d let him put a ring on her finger. He hadn’t been a bad egg. But. He just maybe wasn’t a good one either.

Villain leaned closer, extending his hand to her, palm up, an invitation. Despite the clay on her hands, she found herself sliding her fingers into his. Then she wondered why, after what he’d done, the motion felt more natural than it ever had with Ex. 

After the cool clay, his hand felt like holding a warm mug of cocoa. His eyes blazed, and his intensity sparked a fluttering of attraction in her chest. 

“Your passion is not a burden to be borne.” 

The words landed on her heart and slowly sank in, washing away every critical remark, every doubtful judgement. 

Why don’t you choose a more steady career path?

Your doodles are sweet, Civilian, but…

Your father and I won’t waste our money on an education that will only leave you begging on the street.

Let us know when you’ve come to your senses.

Are you sure you don’t want to switch now? Our life together will be much more stable if we have two steady incomes.

Civilian blinked, letting Villain’s words heal something inside her, until he abruptly dropped his hand and scooted away. 

All her life, she’d been told her art was nothing more than a pointless detour. Now Villain sat before her, entirely captivated by the process. 

His genuine interest made her eyes suspiciously blurry, but she wet her hands and started the wheel turning. Her hands slipped on the clay as she glanced at Villain out of the corner of her eye, but his gentle smile brought a warm fluttering to her chest that made it easier to continue her explanation as her hands began to center the soft clay.

Civilian was busy explaining the purpose of waiting to trim until a pot was leather dry when she slowed the wheel and finally paid attention to the clay beneath her fingers. 

It was a decent looking pot, at first glance. Instantly her mind went searching for flaws. Was the lip too thin, the curve of the base too wide? 

“It’s incredible.” Villain’s awed voice broke through the deluge of self-doubts. 

“It’s not perfect, but--” 

“Ok, you can stop right there.” 

Villain’s easy smile was gone. “You are about to critique each and every last aspect of what you just made--MADE--with your own hands, and you haven’t even stopped to realize that you. made. that.” 

Civilian didn’t realize she was gaping until Villain’s eyes moved to her lips. She snapped her mouth closed, then cleared her throat as she licked her lips. 

“Yes, well…” Her hands fluttered, wet drops of clay-water splattering her clothes. 

“Just look at it like you’re seeing it through museum glass.” His voice was soft again, coaxing. 

Looking back at the pot, she tried to imagine it like Villain said, an ancient work set on display. The fat base curved upwards into a narrow neck before widening into the lip. And he was right. 

It was incredible. 

“You made that.” 

Civilian let out a little laugh. “I did.” 

“You know,” Villain mused, “the proportions are almost identical to this Chinese vase I stole last year.” 

Her head shot up. He knew pottery? 

Villain grinned, voice heavy with exaggerated arrogance. “It was from the Han Dynasty.” 

A laugh sputtered from her lips. “Riiiiight. You almost had me for a minute there.”

Villain just kept smiling, though now it was a little smug. 

She cocked her head to the side as she stared him down. “No.” 

He shrugged nonchalantly, and she barely resisted the urge to flick clay-water at him. “You did not just make me word vomit pottery 101 at you only to reveal that you are an expert!” 

That blasted grin was still on those wicked lips. “It was quite fascinating to hear your explanations.” 

Villain blinked as the gray water splattered his face, catching on his eyelashes and dripping down his chin.

Civilian froze, waiting for his reaction. Then Villain tipped back his head and laughed. It was deep and full of genuine amusement. 

When he straightened, laughter still creased his eyes. “I’m sorry, Civilian, but I couldn’t resist.” 

Before she could sink into the mortification of explaining basic ceramics to an expert, Villain spoke again. “If it makes you feel any better, I truly knew little of how they were made; I just happen to know what makes a good one.” 

“So you’re an art expert?” 

This time his shrug was more genuine. “I deal mostly with jewels, but I know enough about the various art forms to know what makes them valuable.” 

“Valuable enough to steal?” Civilian ventured. 

He tipped his head in acknowledgement. 

This time, she was the one who leaned forward. “Would you tell me about it?

Shoutout to @im-a-wonderling for both bribing me to write this and staying up late to beta-read. Y’all can thank her that it’s more than 500 words of a hot mess :) 

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[mariahcarreyyy]

https://www.tumblr.com/pa-the-tic/739789955544596480

Max would a 100% say that after overstimulating the shit out of u

🙈 anonnnnnnnnnnnnnn i love you for this im in my max era rn nsfw 18+ work under beware ⬇️⬇️

Mmm thinking about Max fucking into you with you on your back to watch you pretty face as he makes you come over and over again. On his mouth, his fingers, his cock. His eyes stubborn on your tear-stained cheeks and biting his bottm lip whe ur pathetic whines fill the room.

"M-Max, I can't, can't, no more, please," you sob when his thick hands trail over your tits and down to your red, puffy clit.

He tuts disapprovingly, slapping ur clit in a way that has your back arching and vision clouded. "There we go-- fuck, shatje, cum all ov'my cock, yeah, 'jst like that, good girl."

The blond above you fucks you frantically through your (third, fourth, fifth?) orgasm and the clenching of your hot, wet pussy around his cock tips him over the edge. Once he's absolutely sure his all of his cum stuffed you full, he pulls out slowly before immediately shoving his thick digits inside your hole. A loud yelp slips past your lips at the pressure, and your thighs clamp around his arm instinctively. No more, no more, no more.

Max's brows furrow, and he inches closer to you, parting your legs with his body. "Why are you closing your legs, baby?"

And like. Max looks so genuinely confused it's almost adorable. Well, as adorable as he can get with his veiny hands between your thighs. You let out an embarrasing mixture of a moan and whine, attempting and failing to close your legs around Max's hips.

"Your legs were made to stay open," Max grumbles, annoyed at your resistance. "so I can enjoy the view and touch, taste what's mine whenever I want."

Max's fingers are still inside you, plugging you up with his thick, warm cum like you were made for it. Made for him, his cock. A determined sigh leaves your lips, and you obey his wordless demand, spreading your shaky legs as much as you could.

"No, shatje, that's not enough, spread 'em a little more," he sighs, lazily thumbing at your clit like it doesn't make it impossibly harder for you to keep your legs open.

It's all toeing the line between pain and pleasure, but you can take it. You know you could. The hot praises Max whispered beside your ear as he pounded into you from the back told you as much. So, you do.

"Just like that," Max groans at the sight of your fluttering pussy around his digits. "Perfect. Always perfect f'me."

[lewisvinga]

roscoe’s daddy | lewis hamilton x fem! reader

summary; in which famous veterinarian, y/n, gets a world famous patient ( and his father is pretty cute himself )

fc; various girls on pinterest

warnings; ?

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03

note; requested !i shall write as many lewis smaus as my heart desires bc there’s a huge lack of em here 😭 and there was lowk a lack of poc vet pics on pinterest sorry bookie 😣

masterlist !

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yourusername: busy day in the office but look who came in for a checkup? 💗

tagged; roscoelovescoco

roscoelovescoco: feeling’s all’s better now’s !

username: i love when grown men pretend to be their dogs on instagram

username: y’all think lewis would use roscoe’s instagram account to rizz y/n up?

username: ROSCOEEEEEE?????

username: what an icon

username: roscoe😭💗💓💞

lewishamilton: y/n is a lovely doctor and made roscoe feel at ease! i really recommend her if you’re wondering about taking your pets to her :)

yourusername: awh lewis🥹🥹 you’re too kind 💗

username: lewrizz

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yourusername: mini photo dump of this past week + seeing a very special guest ( and his father ) again because someone got into a bag of chocolate ! 😁

tagged; roscoelovescoco, lewishamilton

roscoelovescoco: you’s the best’s 🐶💓 liked by yourusername !

username: i bet lewis made roscoe eat chocolate so he could see y/n again

username: what are yall on

yourbestfriend: i know you resisted the urge to call him roscoe’s daddy 🙈🙈

yourusername: I CANT STAND YOU😭😭😭

username: LMAOO NOT Y/B/F EXPOSING Y/N

username: no ur so real bc lewis IS daddy idk

lewishamilton: oh🤨

yourusername: lewishamilton look away now

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liked by lewishamilton, yourbestfriend, and others !

yourusername: guess i get to see my patient and his daddy all the time now, but hey! i’m definitely not complaining

tagged; lewishamilton, roscoelovescoco

lewishamilton: 😁😁😁

lewishamilton: guess i don’t have to make up excuses for roscoe to see you🤔

yourusername: knew there was a reason why you came to me saying roscoe ‘ate chocolate’ when he was magically healed otw from your house to my clinic🤔🤔

username: TOLD YALL HE WAS USING ROSCOE TO GET Y/N😭😭

username: LMAOOOO LEWIS IS SO😭😭

yourbestfriend: he’s a good man, y/n, a very good man

yourbestfriend: with money and a cute dog get that bag queen

yourusername: ??!-@;@2&:

username: no bc she’s so real, get that g wagon queen

username: lewis gonna end up w a house full of pets LMAO

username: WAIT WHATTT

username: roscoe ultimate wingman 🫡🫡🫡

username: imagine going to work only to see ur future bf there OOOU i should be a vet 😫

username: not only her future bf BUT LEWIS HAMILTON??

username: wait im living for this

[sir-kuroo]

.—♡ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓 { IWAIZUMI HAJIME }

IWA-CHAN has one temptation he cannot resist and it’s you…his best friend’s younger sister; a repost from my og blog

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 ⋮ f!reader, fingering, pussy eating, ass squeezing and some risky position c/o iwa-chan 🙈💦, creampie, dacryphilia, softdom iwa-chan, petname: angel

Hajime had his arms folded, fists clenched and so was his jaw as he watched you bend over while you pick up your jug of water. Your ass on that yoga pants almost hid nothing for his imagination. Not to mention that the tightness of that pants outlined the shape of your pussy.

Shit!

It’s all that shittykawa’s fault! He was the one who’s supposed to work out with you today because he’s finally on vacation in Japan for a while.

This was supposed to be a big brother and little sis bonding time but he phoned early in the morning….“Iwa-chan can you work out with Y/N-chan today….blah blah blah” What a silly excuse he gave!

But Hajime didn’t want to let you down. Not you. He didn’t want to see you upset, so he’d willingly stand in for your brother on this work out he promised.

“Are we done?” You asked, your face flushed from the sweating and it caught him off guard a little.

“Ah, yes.”

Hajime scolded himself as you both walked to your home. You’re his best friend’s little sister! What was he even thinking? Not that you’re a minor or whatever.

Ever since you were younger, Hajime saw you as his little sister too, but things started changing when Oikawa left for Argentina and Hajime went back home from the U.S.

He was surprised that you’re no longer the little girl he once thought you were.

Damn! You grew up so fine that you had been an excruciating forbidden fruit for him to bear. He couldn't help but admire you everytime your mom would invite him for a dinner in your home every weekends.

He felt guilty at times that whenever he would stroke himself an image of you would pop out in his head. His best friend's little- no, scratch that- younger sister.

You didn't seem little anymore.

“Do you wanna have some tea?” You invited him in and he obliged. “Oh, mom's not here by the way but she left something for you.”

“Huh? So who’s home?” He asked, abruptly.

You placed your bottle atop the table. “No one. Just us, I think.”

Oh shit. This was a mistake.

“Just get yourself comfy.” You chuckled. “I’ll just change my shirt and will get right back with your tea.”

“Yeah, sure…” He smiled at you as you headed into your room. As soon as you were gone, he ran a hand on his face.

What was he doing here alone with you?

Suddenly, he was alarmed when he heard a pained sound from you. Immediately, he rushed up to your room to check on you. He couldn’t let anything happen to you.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, standing outside your bedroom with a worried look on his face. Your door was slightly open hence he could see you inspecting your back in the mirror.

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just a lower back pain. Maybe because it had been so long since I last worked out that hard.” You reassured him touching the area where it stung while looking at it in the mirror.

Hajime went behind you to see for himself. “Where does it hurt?”

Your breathing started to get heavier than before as he stood right behind you so close. “H-Here…” You pointed out the area under your shirt just above your hip.

His rough hand gently caressed your skin. You gasped.

“Here?” He asked, voice now raspy and almost breathless.

“Yes…”

He continued massaging you gently. His hand soothingly rubbing in circles. His warmth and pressure made you moan uncontrollably. Your eyes met through the mirror as you both breathed raggedly. Your gazes were filled with helplessness, need. and lust.

You both gulped.

“H-He’ll kill me if I-” Hajime tried but he could no longer rationalize as you already stepped backward and had your ass pressed against his now hardened cock straining against his sweatpants.

“Fuck it!” He said under his breath as you leaned yourself back on his sturdy body.

Your body moved on its own without thinking. It's Iwaizumi Hajime we were talking about. It had been years since you were admiring him from afar as you thought he couldn't see you more than being his best friend's younger sister.

However, with the way his eyes lustfully raked your body all this time this morning, you knew that you're no longer a little sister in his eyes anymore.

His hand now roam under your yoga pants and your panties, finding its way hot on your skin. Massaging your ass, he breathed against your ear. “You sure you want to do this?"

You nodded your head. "Yes, please," you said, almost running out of breath.

"Then tell me where else does it hurt, angel?” He whispered.

You whimpered and ground against his erection. From your ass cheek, he slowly traveled his hand in between your thighs. “Here? Tell me. Does it ache here too?”

You nodded your head and tilted it back once he began massaging the lips of your pussy with the friction of his rough fingers. Finding out you were so wet for him already, he gained confidence that it wasn’t just him feeling this bothered all along. “I see…you’ve been aching this much, huh?”

Your hand flew up to reach his head from behind you now giving him access for a kiss. He wasted no chance and immediately tasted your lips. His tongue making its way inside your mouth and his fingers starting to explore your folds, tracing your slit and teasing your clit.

You moaned against his mouth and ground even harder against him, which made him groan.

Not being able to contain it any further, he completely pulled down your bottoms. “Face here.” He ordered and you followed. He knelt in front of you and gasped once he’s face to face with your cunt glistening with arousal. “So pretty.” He murmured as his hands parted your thighs. His mouth met your folds and his tongue circled round and round on your clit.

“Hmmn, ahhh,” you cried out and it encouraged him to go faster and press even harder to please you even more.

Grabbing your thigh, he wrapped your leg around his shoulder. You tugged on the strands of his hair, finding balance as he drank you deep. His other hand clenching and unclenching your ass repetitively.

God, you’re just dripping for him that he could drink you bottomless. This alone made it harder for him not to come just by going down on you.

It wasn’t enough though. It never would be, so he hooked another of your leg around his shoulder. His biceps bulged as he stood up, carrying you and eating you out at the same time with his hold on your thighs strong and firm.

You yelped as he held you up high with his tongue and lips focused on consuming you. Your heart raced even faster in this position. Both of your hands gripped on his hair as your hips involuntarily gyrate against his mouth while attempting not to fall. His hand squeezing your ass, he'd probably leave a mark there.

Endlessly, you moaned and whimpered. Your brother might come home anytime but it didn’t really matter now. All you could think of was Hajime’s strong grip on you and his skillful sucking and slurping.

“Aaah…ah! Ah! I’m coming! I-I’m-“

With ease, he threw you in your bed.

Just by the feral look in his eyes as he wiped off his chin with the back of his hand, just with the way his muscular chest heaved from his heavy breathing and just from the way your throat felt dry by seeing how hard his cock had gotten through his pants, you knew.

You knew you were just about to begin.

“Not yet, angel.” He knelt between your parted legs and took his shirt off. “We’re not done yet.”

Your eyes were stuck on the plane of his well-sculpted chest. The sweat that crawled down from his skin made you lick your lips involuntarily. If only your brother wasn’t about to come home anytime, you’d take time getting a taste of Hajime.

Holding your chin, he made you look up at him and took your lips to his. So fuckin’ sexy. Just how he imagined devouring those lips for so long with your tongues entwined with each other like this. While you were busy getting lost in the kiss, he took your hand and pressed it over his sweatpants just right where you could feel him throbbing big and hard for you.

“You feel that?” He breathed against your cheek. “Tell me you want it.”

Feeling tingly in between your thighs, all you could do was nod in response.

“Use your words, angel.” He commanded

Breathlessly, “I…want you please.”

He shifted his pants down and you gasped at the sight of his cock from beneath. You never thought he would be that rock hard so sturdy and huge, but your pussy couldn’t wait to receive him. He parted your legs further. Damn! You’re so wet and it did make his cock twitch. He never felt so needy and hot like this before.

“I’m going in. You ready?” He asked and you nodded your head. “Okay…take a deep breath, angel. That’s right. Very good.”

“Hnghh!” You both winced at the very moment he slid his full length inside of you.

“Did you…Did you just come for me angel?”

You nodded your head and whimpered. You were still sensitive but he started easing in so slow. You clung around his shoulder but you soon found your nails digging his back as he began to hasten.

Fuck! He’s hitting you so deep. You’re so deep and tight, squeezing his girth so snug. “Ahh, shit! Feels so good, angel.” He chanted under his breath. “So long…” Thrust. “I’ve been wanting to do this.”

He swore he tried to be gentle with you, but with you moaning his name like you needed more, he couldn’t help but lose himself. The more he pushed and pull from you, the more he wanted to do it faster, rougher, harder.

“Hah…Ha…Hajime, ahhh~”

Still, he wanted to know if you’re in the same page. After all, you’re his now. “What do you want? Tell me. Now.” He growled.

“M-More…everythingh-“

“Fuck!” There’s no stopping him now. He pulled away from you, kneeling. He raised your legs up high and opened you up wide in a V, gripping your ankles with his strong hands. His cock slammed back inside so deep in you that you spilled a tear or two. You tried to cover your cries but had to hold on to your sheets or you might end up floating.

Groan and growls were escaping him and his jaw was clenched while he pounded you rapidly like he’s in a marathon.

Come to think of it, your bedroom door’s damn wide open. With the way you were screaming his name, the whole neighborhood probably knew that he was fucking his best friend’s sweet little sister like it’s a fucking work out.

Damn! This was a whole lot better than a work out. He couldn’t even remember that he could fuck full force like this. His hips plunging hard that you were sliding further and further at the very edge of your bed. Both of your skins now red with all the slapping.

You’re now feeling light-headed and you knew you’d completely lose it any moment now. “Haah…Hah Haji-“

“Y/N-chan! Yohooo! Can you please open the door for me? I know you’re there. Your lights are on. Forgot my keys!”

Shit! He’s here!

Much to your surprise, instead of slowing down, Hajime pressed your legs together, bringing them to his right shoulder and hugged them as he fucked you harder. Last thing he wanted, was to hear Oikawa’s yapping while fucking you.

“Y/N-chan?! Where are you?”

“Wait- Wait!” You moaned loudly. The more your brother called out for you and whined outside the rougher Hajime was doing it.

“Y/N-chan, faster~” Tooru yelled from the outside.

Faster huh? Letting go of your legs, he grabbed your waist sliding your body to meet his increased speed. He couldn’t care. Not anymore.

Deep. He was in so deep you could feel him almost reaching your belly. “Yes! Yes! Aaaah, mhmmn coming!” You screamed and quivered. “I-I’m coming!”

Hajime kept his pace finding his own release. Shit! Condoms!

“Fuck! Shit, angel!” He hissed not being able to control himself anymore, spilling his cum inside you. Never mind. Never fucking mind! Oikawa fucking Tooru may as well expect not only a best friend from him but a nephew or a niece too.

You both caught up with your breaths, but it was him who managed to get up first as you laid there limping. He covered your almost bare body with a blanket and kissed your forehead, the tip of your nose and finally your lips. “I’ll take care of your annoying brother.”

Oikawa looked so shocked to see his best friend open the door instead his sister. Hajime really wanted to see how he’d react.

“Iwa-chan? What’re you doing here? Oh, you went to see me? Do you miss me that much? We just hang around yesterday.”

Not really, I just fucked your sister so good my fingers were probably imprinted around her waist and ankles. “I just waited for you so that Y/N won’t be alone at home.”

“Wow, I never thought you’d make such a caring big brother, Iwa-chan.”

You bet your ass I’m big and your sister knows it so well.

He might blurt what happened out, but he’s really trying his best to include your consideration in this as well. After all this wasn’t just about him, but damn! This was harder than he thought. Oikawa’s so good at reading people.

Before Hajime could give himself away with Tooru finally starting to become suspicious, you arrived just in time.

You approached him almost tripping, but he caught you in his arms. You couldn’t walk well yet. Your legs still felt like crumbling.

“An- Y/N are you alright?” He asked, concern.

“I just like to thank you and see you off.”

“Do you hurt anywhere?”

“I’m fine. Well, it was just…so intense.” You reasoned out with a reddened face.

He chuckled and smiled gently at you. “Don’t worry. Let’s take it slow next time, okay?” If only Tooru wasn’t watching, he’d definitely kiss your forehead.

“N-Next time?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, yeah I’m free everyweek.”

“I am too.” You grinned in anticipation. “I’m okay with everyweek.”

“Y/N-chan, come on now!”

Hajime swore at that time that on Tooru’s next vacation he’d be welcomed by his new nephew or niece. Might as well both.

“Okay, go on and rest now. You must be worked up.” Fuck! He really wanted to give you a kiss, but… He raised his head and waved at your brother who’s watching keenly, “I’ll just chat with you, bro.”

Bro? Tooru quirked up an eyebrow.

As soon as he turned his back, Hajime grinned. He totally did that on purpose. Once Tooru finally return to Argentina, it won’t only be every week.

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[v3nusstardust]

My Love, Mine All Mine

Genre : Comfort, fluff 🙈

Summary : You had a terrible day at work/school. Everyone treated you like shit and as soon as you got home, you began to cry and vent to your boyfriend.

Warnings : none honey this is good Fr 🐺 #baddie

a/n : bois I saw Niki listening to this fkn song on Weverse and freaked the fuck out so here I am🐺.. my ass is also not gonna edit so v sorry for mistakes🧑🏻‍🦲..

Niki held you in his arms, rocking you gently. You were crying, venting to him about your shitty day. Snot, drool, and tears cascaded down your face, smudging your mascara and leaving you feeling terrified of how you must look to your boyfriend. His gentle touch caressed your face. “Look at me.” He whispered. “No.. my makeup is… it’s messed up and I look scary.” You said through sniffles. “Please Angel?” He pleaded softly. His voice was so soft snd smooth, how could you resist? You slowly looked up at him. Your eyes met with his and he gave you a warm smile. “Hi pretty girl..” he cooed. His thumbs tenderly wiped away your warm tears. “I look scary don’t I? Like a raccoon.. or something..” you said. “A cute raccoon.” Niki gently laughed. He continued to caress your face with admiration and love in his eyes.

"Y/N," he whispered, his voice soft and soothing. "Go sit in front of your vanity. I'll be back, okay? I’m gonna go to the kitchen really quick.” He pressed a chaste kiss to your wet cheeks before you reluctantly nodded, your pout and teary eyes melted his heart. "Okay," you murmured softly.

When he returned, his hands were filled with your favorite snacks.🩷

"Alright, here. Eat some snacks," he said, placing them on your wide vanity. You eagerly grabbed a bag of your favorite chips and some candies, feeling a bit more comfortable. You grabbed some makeup wipes and wipes away all of your smudged makeup.

"Where are your hair ties?" he asked, rummaging through your drawer. "They're here on my vanity... why?" you inquired. "Gimme," he replied with a smile, and you handed them to him. He then took out a couple and put them around his wrists.

"Can I connect to your speaker?" he questioned. "Yeah, sure," you replied.

The familiar melody of your favorite song, "My Love, Mine All Mine" by Mitski, filled the room, making you smile. “How’d you know I like this song?” You asked. "I've heard you sing this in the shower a couple of times... you have a beautiful voice, Y/N," he said, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and kissing your forehead. You blushed at the compliment, feeling a rush of warmth.

"Okay... let me know if I'm hurting you... I'm not the best with this stuff," he said, picking up your hairbrush.

Niki began to brush through your hair slowly and gently, his touch soothing and comforting. The tension began to melt away as the gentle strokes of the brush untangled knots and smoothed out your hair. The music played softly in the background, creating a comforting atmosphere in the room.

“Close your eyes. I wanna surprise you.” He smiled. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to get lost in the moment.

You felt Niki's movements around you, a sense of anticipation building in your chest. His touch remained gentle as he worked, his hands moving with practiced ease through your hair. You could faintly hear him singing the song, your favorite🩷 his voice was so pretty , it made you feel so warm inside.

Slowly, you blinked your eyes open, greeted by the sight of yourself in the mirror. Your hair was styled in a cute single braid.

“You look so pretty..” he whispered as he bent down to place a kiss to your cheek. “Say it..” he said. “Huh..? Say what?” You asked. “Say you’re pretty.. look at yourself my love..” he tucked a couple strands of hair behind your ear. “I’m pretty..” you softly smiled at yourself in the mirror. Niki let out a little chuckle. “You should take a picture and post your hair style on your insta.. show it off though that I did it.. I wanna make your exes and secret admirers jealous lowkey..” he laughed.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Is that why you did my hair.. and played my favorite song?…” you questioned with a hint of sass. “No.. I just wanna show my girl how much I love her..you’re mine.. mine all mine..” he said caressing your bottom lip with his thumb before bringing your soft lips to his.

A/n : Ight bois srry for the mistakes if there are any u guys💀 ima disappear for another 3 months.. unless this shi blows up I think😭 🩷x enjoy

[perrywrites]

CAN U DO KAISER, NESS AND KIYORA FOR THE 'Asking them to hold your hand during your first time'?!?!!!?? IK KIYORA'S PART MAY BE CHALLENGING(u don't have to do him if you want ofc)) BUT YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD LIKE.. I LOVE IT 🗣️🗣️‼️

SDFHSDFSFD THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR SWEET WORDS 🙈🙈🙈 I'm so honoured you like my writing, I hope you enjoy this!

Asking “Can you… Can you hold my hand?” during your first time together, part 6;

NSFW

Includes; Kaiser, Ness, Kiyora

Part 1 (Isagi, Hiori, Bachira) and part 2 (Barou, Shidou, Karasu) and part 3 (Reo, Chigiri, Nagi) and part 4 (Rin, Sae, Kunigami) and part 5 (Otoya, Oliver, Yukimiya)

Kaiser: he is smirking down at you, beyond smug and satisfied. Did you think you could resist him for long? Deny what you felt for him? Look at you now, after all that talk, writhing beneath him and whining so sweetly for his touch. Honestly, though, he’s in no position to be teasing you so much, the way his cock is twitching and leaking already - shit, look at what you did to him? He will never admit it to you, but he’s so sure what he feels for you is much stronger than anything you will ever feel for him. That’s just how it is, sweetheart, you render him weak with longing, don’t you see? Beyond the smugness the way he craves you so wholeheartedly? Dark siren eyes trembling slightly as his hands reach forth and claim your innocence in its entirety, his mouth robbing you of your capability to speak coherently as he fans your neck with his hot breath and wet open-mouth kisses. It’s then that you shakily breathe out such a cute little request - and there he is, chuckling against your neck. You’re too adorable. He pulls back to look at you, smirking all the while, and he can’t help but chuckle again at your flushed expression. The way your lips are quivering, you really are too adorable. What, did you think he was going to deny your adorable little request or something? Don’t worry, he’s finally getting to have you now, there’s not much he’d deny you right now. Ask him for the world and watch him condense it within the palm of his hand to slip it onto your finger. But don’t ask for mercy. He can’t give any of it when he needs you so badly. His hand intertwines with yours, and his eagerness is transparent as he leans in to kiss you, feverish, full of need for you. Almost there, he needs to feel the softness of those plush walls, feel you encage his cock in the same way you encaged his heart - the owner of this untameable emperor, aren’t you proud? You get to have him like this, ready to ruin you on his cock and give you absolutely anything and everything you desire - as long as you give yourself up to him. A fair deal, he’ll say.

Ness: You’re so beautiful. And absolutely divine. And all his - yes, his, yes. Reverently, he looks down at you, lovesick, so utterly struck by cupid, the air is thick and hot and his touch is searing. The only time he stops murmuring sweet nothings to you is when he kisses you, overflowing with passion, a well that never stops running - you’re so overwhelmed. But that doesn’t stop him as he loves on you, hushing you softly and lovingly when you whine and cry out for him, for more, deep inside you. You don’t realize what kind of an existence you are to him, his everything, his life, his heart - he’ll decide when it’s enough, when he can enter the sweet heaven of your cunt. Don’t forget it, okay? You don’t know anything, just let him take care of you, please. His mouth is obsessive as he slowly kisses down your neck to your ankle, a soft peck ending his journey of your body before he even thinks to allow his aching cock some relief through your precious cunt. Oh, so precious, all dripping and ready for him to claim you. You’re so pretty like this, all out of it for him, all whines as you cry, flushed, begging for him - he smiles. Don’t forget, he’s the only one that can fuck you this good, okay? He’s the only one that’s allowed to have you like this. Don’t forget it. Gently, he pushes your legs apart, renders you helpless as he positions himself - and then his eyes widen momentarily at your shaky words. You want him to hold your hand? Oh…? Eyes lovesick, he smiles lovingly, holding onto your hand reassuringly. You’re so cute, so naive. It’s good that you’re trusting him to have you, don’t worry. He’ll make sure no man will ever use you - to even get the opportunity to do so. So let him chain you down to him, alright? Well. Not like you had a choice at this point anyways, being so willing to let him have your body. Since he’s claiming your whole body like this, you belong to him forever, right? Right?

Kiyora: he makes a quiet vow to you with each kiss, robs you of your first time gently like a silent siren. You don’t know how much you mean to him, and he doesn’t know how to tell you. So he kisses you, again and again, tenderly at times, like freshly fallen snow, and passionately at other times, as if trying desperately to tell you ‘I love you I love you I love you.’ He pours his all into you to make up for what he can’t say in words, his touch is gentle as he cradles your cheek ever so lovingly. You let out the sweetest sounds, and he melts against your body, his breathing heavy as he nips kiss marks across your tantalising skin. He wants you so much, you have no clue. You’re so pretty, so beautiful. You don’t know, but to him you’re the prettiest girl ever. He grabs a handful of your thighs, his hands are rough but his grip is the opposite - firm but soft, oh so soft - and slowly spreads you open for him. Almost hesitant, but eager nonetheless. The feeling of your skin is addicting, and he can't help but keep being more and more greedy for you. He feels sick with how badly he wants to monopolize you, keep you all for himself. You’ll continue accepting him, won’t you? Accept all of him? You’re the only one for him, please never stop looking at him with so much love, never stop looking at him like he’s your whole world. He knows he doesn’t deserve it, but still, if you allow it, maybe still he can indulge in you, right? As long as you let him, he can get to have you like this, right? When you ask him to hold your hand, his eyes widen, swirling with emotion as he tears up slightly. “... Is that all you need?” he asks, voice quiet and hoarse and strained, as he affectionately holds your hand to the bed, and when you say yes, he simply nods silently. Adoringly and ardently, he presses kisses against your face, unstopping, unyielding. He loves you so much, you don’t know. He’ll keep you safe, he’ll make you happy, so please, don’t leave him. You’re his only sanctuary, so please, don’t leave him cold and alone. He’s begging you.

Annnnnnd that's the end for this series! Hope you guys enjoyed it just as much as I enjoyed writing these 🤭🤭🤭

[sat0sugu-angst]

Fight Me, Fuck Me

a/n: happy valentiiiiiine's day!! Sorry this is a lil late i ended up picking up a shift at work so I wasn't able to finish it until this evening (which is kinda ironic ig but whatever). I seen a vid kinda similar (but less horny) on tt n couldn't resist imagining you and bkg getting in a fight on date night and lowkey being all hot n bothered with how yall are mean to each other 🙈 then w V-day around the corner I thought why the hell not lmao

wc: 3.5k

cw: afab!reader, reader is described as feminine but no pronouns are used, prohero!bkg, reader has a healing quirk and works at the hospital, yall can be toxic but that's why it's fun, established relationship, pet names (babe, my love), bakugo pays a lot of attention to your ass and thighs, reader and bkg are switchy asf, multiple orgasms, creampie, squirting, light spanking

all characters aged up +24

MDNI

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You were silent as you continued doing your makeup, looking past yourself in the mirror to find red eyes focused on you.

Considering it was Katsuki, there wasn't a lot of aggression in his expression, but still, his eyes on you pissed you off. "Can I help you?" You asked, your attitude seeping into your tone.

He sneered, pushing off the bed and walking into the bathroom. "Not unless you can hurry that lil' ass up." He shot back. "We're gonna be late."

You and your boyfriend had impossible schedules. With you regularly pulling doubles at the hospital and Katsuki working his way up the hero rankings, you didn't often get a night off together for date night. Even the important couples holiday, Valentine's Day, was a day neither of you could take off. So this year, you decided to celebrate your own V-day, nearly two and a half weeks after the actual holiday.

The problem was you had mixed up your days, rushing home from the hospital in a flurry after getting a confirmation call that afternoon about the reservation from Katsuki’s assistant. You felt guilty, especially since he'd taken on planning the date night. But in typical Katsuki fashion, he'd blown up at you, yelling his head off as soon as you walked through the door. Then, despite your guilt, you were pissed at him.

"I told you on Tuesday that I was gonna be working today." You raised your brow, looking toward the bathroom with lips pursed. "If we're late, it's because you don't pay attention to anything I tell you."

"Babe, I already said I was sorry." You huff, unsatisfied. You turn back to your face in the mirror, reaching for your eyeliner. "And you told me that while I was in bed. You think I can remember the shit you tell me when I'm half asleep?"

You narrowed your eyes, trying to keep your hand steady as you did your eyeliner fuming mad. "Nice apology, Katsuki." You said dryly.

He emerged from the bathroom, and as he passed behind you toward the door, you caught a whiff of the cologne you'd gotten him for his birthday. God, it smelled so fucking good. Normally when he wore it, it was only a matter of time before you were on top of him, unbuttoning his belt. Not now, though. Not unless you were gonna use the belt to strangle him. "Don't fuckin' talk to me about apologies. You're the one who forgot about tonight in the first place."

"I didn't forget!" You whip around to face him. You had crazy eyes, you knew, but fuck, your boyfriend made you feel crazy sometimes. "We had different dates down, and I couldn't exactly leave work immediately. There was a bus accident today. The hospital was overrun. I can't just leave when people need me."

"People are always gonna need you. They're always gonna need me. Doesn't mean we don't need each other." You stilled, recognizing your own words. You'd said them early in the relationship, the first time your jobs were making it hard to be together.

"Are you trying to make me feel guilty? I can't even count how many dates we've had to cancel because you had a mission! But oh, because it's my job, it's a bad thing to be dedicated? Do you not take my job seriously?"

He groaned. "Babe. Do you know what I had to do to make tonight special for us? The strings I had to pull to get us a spot at this restaurant for tonight? If we were just gonna sit at home in our fucking underwear, it wouldn't be a big deal."

You were glaring, but turned your attention back to the real task at hand. "You know what, I can't even fucking talk to you right now. I need to finish getting ready." You could argue, or you could do your makeup. You could not do both.

He let out a bitter laugh. "Well, thank god for that!" He yells back, walking out of the room. You flushed with anger, the sudden urge to throw something at him. But you couldn't chase after him to scream anymore; if you really were late, you'd never hear the end of it.

Ten minutes later, you were off, heading toward the restaurant in silence. Well, silent except for the occasional passive aggressive sighs and grumblings about the music you passed back and forth during the twenty minutes it took to get there.

When you got there, the host offered to take your coats, and Katsuki’s hands were on your shoulders, helping you out of yours. The rough pads of his fingertips grazed over your shoulder, and you were acutely aware of his breath ghosting along your neck.

Fuck, you think, annoyed at the way goosebumps rise along your skin, always like a live wire when it came to his touch. You had to fight your body's urge to lean into his touch, your anger still simmering but somehow making everything hotter, more volatile. You needed to keep it together. You couldn't let him win the argument because you were a little horny.

The restaurant was elegant, elevated. The low light was warm against the white tablecloths, and you were glad you had purchased a new dress for the occasion.

Katsuki was dressed to impress, too; charcoal colored trousers and a black cashmere sweater. When he took off his own coat, you had to remind yourself not to check him out. At least not obviously.

You followed the host toward your table, Katsuki behind you. “Are you gonna be pissy the whole night?” He asked as you were sitting down, realizing the attitude had yet to leave your expression. He couldn’t admit the reason it’d taken him a second to realize you were still pissed was because he’d been too focused on the way your dress hugged your curves, or how he had wanted to run his hands over your hips as he’d taken your coat. No, he wouldn’t admit the reason his ears were red was because he couldn’t stop thinking about dragging your ass to a restroom, or back to the car, to fuck you so hard you forget about why you were mad in the first place.

You sneered at him, about to pop off with an insult, and maybe a curse or three, but you were greeted quickly by your waiter.

Katsuki ordered wine for you, and a dirty martini for him.

When the waiter left, you shot a narrowed look to your boyfriend. “I’m not pissy.” It was a blatant lie, but you couldn't be bothered to care about being fair.

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, sure. You have been since you got home.”

“Well, I kinda had a shitty day,” you said, honestly. “Can’t imagine why you thought yelling at me would make me feel better.”

“Babe, really? You were supposed to be off today, then you text me that you were staying late. And you still stayed later than you said. I almost lost the fuckin’ table tryna change the reservation. We don't get to do this often, I'd like my fucking girlfriend to at least pretend to be excited about it.”

You groan a little, trying to not be loud and draw attention. This is not the place you wanted to have this argument, especially with someone as explosive as Katsuki, but you weren’t ready to concede, because if you did, he’d think he was right. “I told you since last week that I’d picked up the extra shift, on this day, and you didn’t say anything. I didn't do it to spite you, and I don’t really appreciate being blamed for an honest mistake as if I did it to piss you off. We’re here, aren’t we?”

“Yes, and this is just how I wanted to spend the evening with you.” He said dryly, sneering and turning his attention to the menu, effectively ending the conversation.

The rest of dinner, and even the drive home, was much of the same. Neither of you were able to drop the bickering long enough to really talk about anything. Over the course of the meal, one martini had turned into two, and you’d finished off the bottle of wine. You both were still mad, senses dulled, and emotions amplified. When you glared at him, you couldn’t help but focus on the shape of his eyes, how pretty he looked even when he was mad.

And all he could think about was how he wanted to fuck the attitude right out of you. Every sneer, every glare sent his way, pissed him off, but he couldn’t deny how fucking sexy you were when you were mad. Without even trying, you had him half hard in his pants, like he was some fucking teenager on his first date. He couldn’t stop thinking about it, even by the time you’d gotten home.

He rounded the car to I open the door for you, offering you a hand. You raised your brow at him, but let him help you out the car. Katsuki set his hand on the small of your back, just barely above your ass, only because he needed to touch you. He wanted to get you hot and bothered, until you were begging for him.

The heat from his hand did stir something low in your stomach, and you tried not to show how he affected you, not even looking in his direction. As his hand dropped from your back, his fingertips grazed your ass, and you rolled your eyes as he unlocked the door. “Don’t think that’s gonna make me forget I’m mad at you.”

"Tsk," he clicks his tongue at you, pushing open the door and flashing that smug smile he knew you couldn't resist. “You can be mad at me and still want me to fuck you.” He said shamelessly.

You felt your face heat at his boldness, and you had to look away, focusing on the door as he pushed it open. He moved, if only slightly, for you to walk in passed him, and you fought to maintain your composure. You loved it when he was like this, and he knew it was a sure way to get you in the mood and give whatever he asked of you.

He wasn’t wrong, either. You weren’t even really sure why you were still fighting, other than that you were being stubborn and, in a sick way, loved fighting with your boyfriend.

You walked past him, keeping your expression level. Katsuki watched you move through the house, following you into your shared bedroom. Despite your efforts, he saw right through you; he was certain he could have you apologizing and begging him to give you attention.

But you were determined, and when you wanted, could be even more stubborn than your boyfriend. Through the wine, or maybe because of it, you knew you’d succumb to him eventually. You always did, and happily. Tonight though, you wanted him to fold first.

So, you took your time getting undressed, going so far as to ask for Katsuki’s help unzipping your dress when you could've done it easily, letting it pool around your ankles before you stepping out of it. As you stood in front of your dresser, examining its contents and deciding what pajamas to slip into, Katsuki slipped his hands around your waist, settling on your hipbones. He pulled you back into him, and you felt him, hard, pressing again the small of your back.

You bit your lip, stifling the urge to lean into him, to rub against his erection, or worse, let out the sweet moan that threatened to expose you. After so many years together, he knew exactly what would make you crumble, and fuck, you almost did.

“I’m trying to get ready for bed.” You say instead, voice clipped. You reached for a pair of black shorts from the drawer, but his hand was covering yours, intertwining your fingers. Fighting to keep your expression even, you leveled a glare on him as he leaned over your shoulder. “You really wanna piss me off tonight, don’t you?”

“Definitely wanna do somethin’ to ya.” He shoots back quickly, the thumb at your hip rubbing slow circles into your skin, promising more. You narrowed your eyes. There was no way you could resist him, you needed to act quickly.

You turned around, looking up at him through your lashes. His hand was on your ass now, fingers squeezing and pulling you closer to him. You placed your hand flat on his stomach, trying to put some space between the two of you. You were flushed now, and he knew it. “C’mon,” his finger came up from under your chin, forcing you to look right at him as he smiled sweetly at you. “Don’t be a sore loser. Admit it. You’re turned on.”

You lean up onto your toes, pressing your lips against his, reaching down and untucking his shirt the best you could. He helped you, getting his belt undone and stepping backward out of his slacks as you pushed him back toward the bed.

He was pulling his shirt off as he sat on the edge of the bed, before pawing at your hips so you were sitting in his lap. The heat of him pressed right against you was delicious, and you rolled your hips against him. He swallowed your sighs as your tongues danced together, flushing with pride at the noises you pulled from him.

He was impatient, meeting the wave of your hips with thrusts of hie own. But this pesky fabric between the two of you. "Fuckin’ take these off already.” He grumbled, pulling at the fabric of your underwear where it covered your ass, and you wasted no time getting rid of your last layers of clothing.

He nearly cried out as you lowered yourself on top of him, leaning into you so that you could feel his heavy breath tickling your neck. You allowed yourself to enjoy it momentarily, before pushing his shoulder with a finger so he was laying back on the bed, his legs over the edge of the bed. You squeezed around the tip of his cock as you got used to the stretch. “Fuck, you’re so wet already.” You hid your satisfied smile by leaning down, sucking kisses from his chest up his neck. With each hitch of his breath, every moan, you rewarded him, clenching around him, or shifting the angle of your hips, lowering down until he was pressed flush against you.

You were used to the stretch, but with the way he filled you, and the lovely friction against your clit, you could already feel how the tension in your stomach was ready to snap. You needed to calm down before you came undone, biting into his shoulder as you found the rhythm that would make him crumble.

The drag of his cock along your walls had you clenching, and then you started to feel the telltale signs that he was close. His fingers tightened on your hips, almost painfully so, unable to control the way he thrusted up into you.

"You gonna come?" You cooed, sitting up a little, pulling out slowly and dropping down on his cock. He looked so close, his eyes fluttering each time he filled you. His resolve was crumbling, too lost in the feeling of you around him to remember that you were the one who was supposed to be one begging.

"Fuck," He whimpered when you clenched around him. You settled your hands on either side of his chest, leaning forward so you could keep bouncing on his cock. "You wanna come, my love?" You ask, crumbling at how Katsuki blushes under you. He nods, melting for you. You lean forward, pressing a messy kiss against him. You were close, too. If you looked at that expression one more second, you'd come undone.

You shift the angle of your hips, and he let out a clumsy grunt, fingers squeezing the fat of your hips for some stability. "Fuck, baby, just like that. I'm gonna—"

That's when you lift your hips, until only his tip is inside you, and still. You reach down, wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock. He cries out, a moan turned sour as deny him. You smile down at him, and he knew by that look in your eyes that he was in for it.

You leaned down, lips brushing over his slightly as you said, "I'd like to see you beg me to let you come." He couldn't even find it in himself to be mad, not with the way you looked above him, your hair messy from him running his fingers through it, the light sheen of sweat on your skin from riding him so well. He doesn't care who was supposed to punish who, not when he was so close to coming, not if all it would take was a little begging.

You continued edging him, bouncing up and down on him until he got close, then cockwarming him until he calmed down. His sweet pleas grew more desperate. You almost let him when you came yourself, squeezing around him uncontrollably as you stilled on top of him to ride out your orgasm, and he nearly lost it at the feel of you so tight around him.

But even though you came, you weren't done with him, continuing to roll your hips over him, looking right into his eyes as you fuck him.

He has tears pricking his eyes, and he's whimpering. “Baby, please. Please let me come. I’m fucking sorry for yelling at you today. I got lost in wanting things to be perfect, but I was an ass for getting mad.” Your expression softens for your boyfriend, and before you can even speak, he’s leaning in. His kiss is rough, hurried, and he’s thrusting up into you harder now than before, shifting so he hits that spot that has you moaning into his mouth. Unexpectedly, you fall into your next orgasm, and he feels you clenching. “Baby, please can I come?”

Words elude you, so you simply nod, leaning against his chest and resting your hands on his shoulders, bracing yourself as he uses you to finish. He’s twitching inside you, and after only a couple more thrusts, you feel his warmth flood your cunt, as he fucks you through both your orgasms.

You’re breathing heavily, body feeling heavy as you lay on top of him, hands still resting on your ass, holding you against him. You feel his cum, and yours, seep out of you onto him, but he makes no move to get up to clean.

“I’m sorry, too.” You say softly, tracing your finger over his chest. You look up at him, and his gaze is already on you. “I was being kind of a bitch. I just…felt guilty, for almost ruining tonight, but it was easier to be mad at you than admit I messed up.” You feel your cheeks heat, looking away from him and resting your ear against his chest. “So, I’m sorry for being so sour all night. And for getting the day wrong.”

He rolls you both over, easily moving you both so your head was back against the pillows, still snuggly pressed inside you. Still hard, you realize. “Cute apology, but I can’t let you off that easy. You were a bitch tonight.” His eyes shine wickedly, his smirk smug as he pulls slowly out of you. You whine at the lovely drag of his cock along your walls.

He leans down and, kissing you hard, knocks the breath out of you with the way he thrusts back into you. “I'm not done with you, yet." He thrusted into you again again, hitting that spot that had you already craving a third orgasm.

You’re gasping curses, then his name, as he fucks you, slowly but with strength and precision. You couldn't help digging your nails into his back as you feel the first wave of your orgasm. "Fuck, I'm gonna come again." You say breathlessly, and bite into his neck as you tug on the hair at the nape of his neck right as you come. You feel a rush of liquid, making a mess between your thighs and dripping down your ass, ruining the sheets beneath you.

The way you're clenching around him has him seeing stars, and feeling you squirt around him spurs him into his next orgasm, keeping himself buried in you as he cums. You pull him in for a kiss as he fills you, his lips grounding you as you come down, chests heaving against each other.

~~~

After showering and changing the sheets, you’re back in bed, curled up into his side and playing with his hair. You’re both smiling, fucked out and tired, though unwilling to end the night. “We should just sync our calendars.” You say finally. “That way we won’t get anything confused, and we can avoid pissing each other off.”

His hand, which had settled on your hip, landed a couple light smacks on your ass. “I don’t think I mind us pissing each other off. Not with the way you fight.”

You roll your eyes, grinning even as your face heats. “Please, you were the one who couldn’t stop pawing at me when we got home.”

He snorts. “You liked it,”

“Yeah,” you say absently, eyes growing heavy. “I guess if we settle our arguments like that, I don’t mind getting into a fight every now and then.”

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a/n: thanks so much for reading! I hope you like this spicy little valentine's treat <3 if you did, pls lmk with rbs and comments! happy v-day <3

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[bunny-yan]

VALENTINOOOOO 😫 UGH that last fic of him was good omg; begging on my knees for MORE Also;; the hint of mascoism? 🙈 is his thing for biting more a claiming thing or a biting thing? ALSO ALSO maybe he should wear a mask next time he breaks in so we cant see his face but he'll be able to look at us properly 🤭

I think it’s more of a you kink than masochism, but he would definitely break out into a goofy ass grin whenever the wounds caused by your teeth would start hurting him. Maybe he’s a masochist and just doesn’t know it TW: mentions stalking

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You knew it was late before you opened your eyes. A sixth sense that suggested your nap had gone on longer than you initially planned for it, too. 

Body heavy with sleep, you rolled onto your back, attempting to rub the sleep out of your eyes, grateful that you had turned off the lights before you collapsed. Stretching languid, you blinked. It felt as if your hand was moving in slow motion as you shifted to lie on your other side. 

Freezing when you noticed an undeniable figure cloaked in the shadow, it was hard to miss the plain white mask that shielded everything but those rose-colored eyes. Your own were wide, your body struggling to inhale as your mind attempted to comprehend if this was real. Deciding the unmistakable dread was a sign this wasn’t a dream, the exhaustion fled completely as your mouth opened wordlessly, mouth dry. 

He must’ve noticed. 

The moment you found your lungs capable of producing sound, his body shot forward, a hand over your mouth before you could blink. 

Wide eyes stared into the stranger’s as he slowly pushed you to lie back. 

“Shhhhh,”

You struggled to comprehend what exactly was going on. You knew it was just hard to wrap your head around. Hard to put a face, or at least a body, to the countless notes and gifts that previously seemed to magically appear in your apartment. 

But it wasn’t magic, and those things didn’t just appear. His presence was unmistakable. 

There was someone in your apartment. 

He had been watching you while you slept. 

“I’m sorry,” he said. His voice would’ve been soothing if it didn’t feel as if every muscle in your body was locked like a spring compressed. “I didn’t mean to stay for as long as I did, but you were sleeping so peacefully. It was hard not to watch.”

He had the gall to sound embarrassed. 

Unable to move, to think, you could only wonder if this was actually happening. 

“I’m actually glad you woke up. I’ve been dying to get a chance to actually speak to you.” 

You waited, but he simply watched you. At his pause, you managed to lift a shaky hand to his wrist, and despite not being able to see his mouth, you could tell he smiled from the way his eyes lifted when your fingers wrapped around his wrist before tugging at it. 

“Promise not to scream?” 

You nodded slowly, not sure if it was complete and utter bullshit. What were the chances of him getting angry if you yelled for someone to help you? 

Humming, he didn’t appear to believe you, but he slowly removed his hand, fingers lingering to brush a knuckle against your cheek. 

Swallowing to bring back some moisture to your throat, your eyes looked into his. He hadn’t taken his eyes off of you for a moment. 

“Are you V?” you asked, remembering the elusive signature at the end of the letters he’d write, wondering if he was offended to find them in the trashcan. 

His eyes became alight with excitement. “You remembered.”

You couldn’t help the uncomfortable smile, anything to break this awful tension. “It’s hard to forget the name of someone constantly breaking into my apartment.”

He chuckled, the sound catching you off guard as you continued to watch him. He sat next to you on the bed, expression unchanging as you stupidly glanced towards the door. It was hard not to resist the urge to bolt, but he appeared as if he wasn’t worried about you going anywhere. It only made this situation more unnerving. 

“It’ll take a lot more than a couple of changed locks to keep me out.”

His tone was light and playful, but you read the seriousness behind his words. The reality sitting comfortably in front of you. 

It was strange. You never imagined that you’d be able to have a conversation with your stalker. Sure, you imagined cursing him for destroying your sense of security, your ability to trust anyone around you, but as he sat in front of you, seemingly eager, your mind was blank. Empty of the words that plagued your mind, you thought of the millions of scenarios of how this encounter would happen, but him hovering over you was not one of them. 

“What are you doing here?” you managed to say. Unsure how he’d react if you moved from the awkward laying position you were in, you blinked, trying to swallow whatever was blocking your throat as you at least managed to tilt your head down to see him better. You fought the urge to launch off of your bed and make a break for the door. There was no doubt in your mind that you wouldn’t make it two steps from the way those pink eyes stared intently, watching your every move. 

He seemed to be holding back urges of his own. 

Urges he didn’t act on, given the clear fear and discomfort in your eyes. He might’ve been hurt if he lacked the common sense that a stranger watching you while you slept in the middle of the night was something that would frighten most people. He’d hoped you would’ve felt more relaxed in his presence, but he would be patient. You would come to understand that he would never do anything to hurt you intentionally. 

Smiling, he moved to lay next to you, and while you were grateful that you no longer had to look up at him, it was unsettling how natural he made this seem. Laying next to you as a lover would. As if it was something he’d done before. 

“You left your clothes in the dryer. I finished folding your laundry and after putting the towels in your bathroom, I got… distracted.” 

Your laundry. 

He broke into your house, picking brand new locks that you put on the door today… to do your laundry. 

The smile he wore turned into a half-grin. “You’re looking at me like I’m crazy, but I’d use anything as an excuse to come see you.”

You couldn’t help the way you flinched as his thumb came up, unrepentant as he caressed the side of your face. 

You couldn’t understand him. You don’t remember how this even started. 

One day, you were living life normally, hating your job like any other person who was forced to work yet lacked the skills to do something they would actually enjoy, coming home to an empty apartment, and all of a sudden, gifts started randomly appearing, slowly leaning closer and closer to things that suited your tastes along with cryptic, often disturbing letters. 

I like the shirt you were wearing today. 

I think this would smell great on you, so you should wear it. I’ll think of you every time I smell it. 

Who was the person you were talking to near the bus station? You should be careful. You don’t know what their intentions are. 

I don’t like it when you act so friendly with your co-workers. 

Why are you throwing away the gifts I got you? Do you not like them?

When are you going to accept the things I give you?

From, V. 

Love, V. 

Only Yours, V. 

An anonymous figure that terrorized you. Ambiguous, disembodied, and unknown. 

Until now. 

“Who are you?” you asked,  wanting to end this charade. Honestly, wanting to know. You could tell he smiled again, and you felt stupid for asking, knowing he wouldn’t wear a mask if he was unconcerned about you finding out about his identity, but you couldn’t help but feel that it’d make you feel better if you knew. If it was someone you knew, you could think of why they’d decided to start harassing you. Put an answer to if it was something you might’ve said or done to gain their attention unknowingly. It was something you agonized over for months. 

Was it an old friend? A co-worker? A disgruntled customer? You couldn’t imagine what you did to catch their attention, especially if this guy was some random stranger on the street. 

You felt choked up, feeling ridiculous for getting so emotional, but you had never been this close to learning the truth behind what had caused the unsettling anxiety you carried every day. 

“Hey,” his voice said, full of concern, as he moved to hold you. You were tense, wondering if he could tell and struggling between whether you wanted to relax or continue hoping he would let go. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

He rubbed your back, and you hated to admit that despite how uncomfortable this situation was, his attempts to soothe you were working. 

“I can’t tell you right now, but I’ll be able to soon.”

What did that mean? 

“Don’t worry. I’ll leave when you fall asleep.”

You don’t know why he sounded so confident that you would be able to fall asleep, fully aware of his presence in your apartment, but you didn’t say anything. 

Closing your eyes, you felt some relief that, all things considered, your stalker seemed pretty kind. 

[ham-st4r]

𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓮 -𝓛. 𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰

🎶pairing: idol heeseung + makeup artist female reader🎶

Warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, finger sucking.

Genre: smut, friends with benefits.

Summary: your friend has a little problem that only you can fix, and with a few minutes before his performance starts, you decide that it’s just enough time for you to help him out.

Number of words: 1770

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Hi, hi, so, this is my second fic here. I decided to try writing smut🙈 I hope it turned out okay please leave feedback and kindly reblog! I can’t wait to post more here!

“Come on, baby, just a quickie, please,” heeseung whines, hugging you while pressing his hard-on to your lower back.

“Hee, not right now. You have a performance to focus on” you push him back just for him to cling right back up against your body.

“How can I focus when I’m like this?” He says, moving his hips from side to side, giving you a good feel of just how hard he actually is. “Come on,” he whispers in your ear, rubbing up and down your sides. “I want it so bad” his low tone sends a chill down your spine. “I need it” by now. He’s rubbing his clothed cock all over your ass, moaning softly in your ear. “I’ll do anything. Please just give me s-something,” he stutters when you push your ass firm against his hard grinding on his cock. He grips your waist, rutting into you eagerly “fuck” he says in a pathetic whine, but he doesn’t care how whiny he sounds. He was too desperate to feel you around him.

You can’t lie. You’ve been craving him so much more than you had been letting on, but you didn’t want to distract him from his performance.

However, he had other plans, and after feeling his hard-on pressed against you, there was no way you could resist him.

“Make it quick,” you tell him, and he’s all but ripping his pants and underwear off, freeing himself from the confines of the rather tight jeans he was wearing. He puts his hand on your lower back, bending you over the table where you had just finished his makeup. His warm fingers lift up the thin material of your shirt, reaching in front of you to unbutton your jean shorts. Once he finished, he pulled them down your thighs and let them fall around your ankles. The cold air against your damp panties made you shiver.

He tugs on the middle of your underwear and then lets it snap back against your bare ass “heeseung,” you moaned quietly from the pleasurable sting.

“You like that?” He repeats his actions only to get an even louder moan from you this time. “Yes, you do. I can tell you fucking love it,” he says, voice dripping with nothing but pure lust.

He moves his fingers to your heat, running them along your already-soaked folds. “you’re already so wet,” he says in a shocked manner before composing himself a little. “You must want this just as bad as I do” he moves your panties to the side and sticks two long fingers into your hole, pumping them in and out, transitioning from a scissoring motion to curling his fingers to rub against that one special spot that makes your legs shake.

You only hum in approval losing yourself in the feeling of his thick warm fingers fucking into you from behind.

You shamelessly push your hips back to fuck yourself deeper on his fingers as they effortlessly slide in and out of your juicy cunt.

“Such a tight fucking pussy” he groaned at the way your walls clenched his fingers, and he couldn’t wait to feel you on his thick cock next.

It was embarrassing, but you could feel your high approaching only a few minutes into him fingering you, but what could you do? He was just too good with his fingers and even better with his cock.

You were so close, but you just couldn’t stand the idea of cumming anywhere else except his cock, so you reached back, pushing his hand away from your lower body.

He mistook your actions instantly and thought he had done something wrong. “I-I’m sorry” he pulled his fingers out of you gently, a strong feeling of dejection bubbling in his chest at your sudden disapproval. “Are you okay? Should I stop?” He asks worriedly, But before you can answer, he’s already lowering your shirt and reaching for his pants.

“Hee, I need more than just your fingers,” you admitted with your head down in slight embarrassment from how shameless you sounded.

He breathed a sigh of relief from your words and continued where he left off.

“Fuck” he groans, eyes nearly rolling in the back of his head from your words. “Okay, baby, I got you.”

He lifted up your shirt once again to rub his throbbing cock all over your wet pussy lips, gathering your slick to make entering you that much more pleasurable he held your hips tightly while he pushed the head of his cock inside your drenched cunt.

Finally, he got the feeling that he was waiting so impatiently for “your pussy never disappoints” he leaned down to nibble on your ear, eyeing your fucked out expression in the mirror.

He cradles your jaw in his hands, making you look up at yourself in the mirror while he thrusts into you, slowly inching himself inside you until he bottoms out. “You look so sexy when you’re full of my cock” you watched with your eyes barely open and your lips parted, allowing shameless moans to fill the small room.

“Hee,” you manage to whimper out, “harder” your nails scratch at the table as you bite your lip to hide your moans from the other members and staff just a few rooms away.

“If I go harder, I’m gonna need you to be quiet. Can you do that for me?” He asks in the sweetest tone ever. The contrast between his tone compared to what he was doing to you made your head spin.

“Y-yes, just please fuck me harder” Now he had you begging for it the same way he was just moments ago.

He fucks into you harder, obeying your command. His breaths are quick with each snap of his hips. The grip on your jaw gets tighter while he digs his fingertips into the plump flesh of your waistline.

“Fuck, hee, just like that,” you cry out in pleasure from how his tip hit your spot perfectly.

Your loud moans caused him to slow his thrusts until he came to a sudden pause causing you to feel a dull ache between your quivering thighs from the lack of friction.

“I thought I said be quiet,” he grunts out and jerks you back by your messy ponytail. “Or maybe you don’t want to cum is that it?” He whispers in your ear. You shake your head back and forth, wanting nothing more than for him to make you cum. “I know you want to cum. I can feel your slutty pussy squeezing my cock, so desperate and needy to cum” he wasn’t even aware that his hips started to move again, rocking into you at a slow pace, it just felt too good for him to keep still. “maybe I’ll just pull out and finish in that pretty mouth of yours and leave you empty and begging to be stuffed full of my cock again” he teased you, but in reality, he couldn’t even live up to his words if the time came cause your pussy was just too good it felt like you were made just for him.

“Please, I’ll be good, I swear,” you whine in desperation, clenching down on him with every shallow stroke of his cock against your walls.

“I’m gonna make you be good” he pulls down your bottom lip brushing his thumb across it “suck it for me, baby,” you instantly obeyed, sucking and swirling your tongue like you would when you suck his dick. “Good,” he coos, picking up his pace once again, even though he found a way to keep you remotely quiet. The loud clapping and wet sounds each time he thrusts into you were a dead giveaway of what was happening inside the four walls, but you were both too far gone to even care.

He reached down, finding your clit easily with as many times as you’ve done this before. He thrusts his cock inside you deeper when he feels your walls gripping him tightly, signaling that you are just as close as he was. Each thrust had you sliding further on the table, making a complete mess of all the products that sat on it, the mirror violently shaking as he continued to fuck you at an unimaginable pace. All it took was a few more deep strokes and added pressure on your swollen clit to have you pulsating around his hard throbbing dick.

You whimper while sucking on his thumb walls tightly, clenching down on him every few seconds, making him spill his hot seeds inside of you. “Fuck y/n,” he grunts lowly, sliding his softening dick against your walls to bring you both down from your highs. He leans down, placing a gentle kiss behind your earlobe and wrapping his arms around your waist as the last few pulses of his cock come to an end, and you feel his cum seeping from your spent, trembling hole. “Thank you,” he breathes out, finally stilling his hips and pulling out of you carefully.

He grabbed some wet wipes off your small table, making sure to clean you up properly. You watched his focused face in the mirror while he cleaned you and himself up, and you couldn’t help but think he looked adorable with his little pout and concentrated face.

He quickly pulled up his pants, and after he was done, he helped you get back into your shorts, smoothing out your shirt just to watch it crumple again, causing him to frown cause he knew it was his fault why it had gotten wrinkled in the first place.

“It’s okay,” you kiss his pouty lips “you have a performance to get to, now. Hurry up,” you usher him to the door.

“But I’d rather stay here with you” he holds your hips, resting his forehead against yours.

“I know, I know” you pry his hands away from you and cup his cheeks. “It’s only a few hours, yeah? And you get to see me in between outfit changes, okay?” you gave him one last peck on his lips for good luck.

Okay! I never thought of that” his eyes lit up before he reached for the door handle. “I’ll see you soon!” he rushes out and accidentally slams the door behind him.

You chuckle at his behavior before sighing and looking at the mess he made of your station “what am I going to do with him?”

FIN.

[megistusdiary]

Dan heng x Fem!Reader. Please I'm so down bad for this man 😭😭

You can write whatever you want<33

Hydration check btw

i love dan heng sm he is so fine 🤭🤭 some of the little silly things he does reminds me of my bf tbh. love dan heng fr!

also i am currently hydrating with my taco bell tea ‼️‼️

(ps i rewrote this like 6 times until i was satisfied. looks like i am a bit more out of my writing game than i originally thought 😭)

dom!dan heng x sub!fem anatomy/pronouns reader

warnings: smut (minors dni!), oral/facesitting 🙈 (reader receiving), implied continuation of the scene

dan heng's fingers splayed over your hips, digging into your flesh slightly. he kept you perched atop his lap, awkwardly fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

he could feel you through the thin fabric of your shorts, the rhythmic pulsing of your heartbeat from, well, down there. it was enough to dust his cheeks rosy, but he forced himself to maintain his collected composure.

"i want to try something new." his voice broke the short silence, causing you to tilt your head sideways.

"new as in..?"

"you'll like it." he promised, avoiding answering the question, leaving you gasping when he suddenly shifted to lay flat on the bed. he dropped you closer up on his chest while he adjusted your pillows beneath his head.

your eyebrows furrowed as you rested your hands on his shoulders. "and just what are you planning?"

"come here." he tugged at your hips, feeling you hesitantly shift further up his body, coming to a grinding halt near his throat.

"absolutely not. i will suffocate you!" you grinned, attempting to move your thigh back over to the other side of the bed.

but his firm hold on you did not allow you to do so. instead, he dug his hands further into your waist, hearing you let out a sharp breath as he prevented you from removing yourself.

"stay still." he ordered, though his voice was gentle, it was enough to make you stop resisting, allowing him to carefully move you to hover over his lips.

"are you sure about this?" you asked, suddenly feeling shy when his fingers moved to slide over your bare lips.

"as long as you trust me."

"of course i do." you affirmed, feeling him nod against you and press a kiss to your inner thigh.

"then sit down." he urged, inwardly cringing at his own unfamiliar tone. though it was quickly forgotten when you allowed yourself to settle down, feeling him hold you above him.

the first press of his lips to your slit made you flinch, letting out a soft noise that had him sighing into your core.

he allowed his tongue to flick out, giving small licks across the seam before delving in further to gently lap across your clit. the sensation had you shuddering, moving one hand to grip at his hair and the other on the headboard.

"oh- dan heng-" you bit your cheek, eyes fluttering open and closed as he wrapped his lips around your clit.

he was ever so gentle with everything he did with you. not just hugging or cuddling, but anything in bed. he was soft in the way he smoothed his thumbs down your hips while he slowly trailed his tongue over you. he gave you time to really feel the sensations rather than chase after an orgasm as if it were a race.

you could feel vibrations from his own muffled groans traveling through you. the hand that was previously in his hair removed itself to wipe away the tears gathering in your eyes.

little cries of his name spilled from your lips as you rocked your hips against him, feeling his nose bump into you while he moved his tongue back and forth.

"i'm gonna- dan heng- please." all he could hear were incoherent babbles as he carefully pressed his tongue into you, feeling you constrict around the smooth muscle. you shivered above him, gripping your shirt in your fist and tugging on it as you ground your hips into him. "there, there, more!" your whines grew louder when he moved back to playing with your clit, tracing random shapes over and over.

finally, with an abrupt jerk and sob of his name, you came over his tongue, feeling the aftershocks move through your body pleasantly.

the moment you gained control of your body, you slid off of him, cupping his face between your palms.

"did you like it?" he asked breathlessly, your slick glistening across his lips like gloss as you laughed, wiping the tears from your eyes and sweat off your forehead, kissing his cheeks.

"let me show you just how much i liked it.."

[mariahcarreyyy]

Can you write a lando norris x fem reader fic where they do anal (fem receiving) cause he won a race or championship or something please

+ my first smut ever go easy on me pls 🙈🙈

𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗭𝗘, 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘀

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

plot: after Lando wins his first grand prix race, you let him explore a new area in your sex life-- taking it from the backdoor.

wc: 2.8k { shes a long one ;) }

warning(s): smut 18+, anal fingering (fem rec.), anal sex (fem rec.), celebratory sex, the overuse of the words 'fuck' and 'baby', swearing, and mild mention of champagne.

The post-race flush on your boyfriend's face that Sunday afternoon was nothing new: his cheeks twinged were crimson and a broad smile was etched onto his face, clashing dangerously with his papaya race suit.

What was new, however, was that Lando's feet were placed neither on the third step of the podium nor the second. He stood victoriously on the top step, raising his large silver trophy above his head and beaming at the ecstatic crowd.

The Silverstone winners' green eyes meet yours in his struggle of drowning in champagne, mouthing, 'I love you.'

'I love you more,' you mouth back, no longer resisting the urge to let your proud tears escape your waterline. 

Hours later, the thrill of Lando winning his first race was as strong as ever. It twirled recklessly around you and Lando's sweaty bodies and booming music. The high-end club was overflowing with Formula One drivers and media personnel. All celebrating your boyfriend's first win, no doubt.

You and Lando had been separated at some point during the night, lost in the purple and blue LED lights of the club, and you found yourself dancing with whoever had been willing to. Witnessing his girlfriend sway against the bodies of a stranger hadn't bothered him, because the two of you were aware that no one could touch you like he could—make you feel as good as he could.

Fuck, his blue jeans grew tighter against his crotch, eyes stubbornly planted on the curve of your hips and watching as they moved seductively to the beat of the music.

The hair on the nape of your neck rose, somehow aware that someone was watching you. You detach yourself from the stranger—a fairly attractive blond in his late twenties—and turn around only to be met with your boyfriend's eyes for the second time that day.

When he turns back around to face the bartender, you advance towards his seat and wrap your arms around his waist from behind.

"Hi, baby," he smiles as you rub your forehead against the crook of his neck.

Like a cat, he thinks.

"Hey," you murmur, muffled by the cotton of his black shirt. Breathing in, you think you have become drunk on the deep musk of his cologne. "Y'smell so good."

Lando tips his head back with a boastful laugh, but it falters when he feels your soft lips slowly trailing up his neck, smirking, "Yeah? You wanna take this someplace else?"

You crane your neck up, biting your bottom lip as you nod shyly. Lando doesn't need any further confirmation; he stands up, and your hands consequently fall from his tan stomach. A whine nearly escapes you at the loss of physical touch, but he's quick to interlace your hand in his.

Sometimes, you believe he can read your mind.

"Don't let go," he demands, pushing past the swarm of drunken crowds (and also leading you to rub your thighs together in hopes of relieving yourself, but you chose not to acknowledge it).

In a matter of thirty minutes, you were able to escape the suffocating atmosphere and catch a cab back to your hotel. The moment the door of the hotel room shut behind you, Lando placed both of his veiny hands on your waist, pressing your bodies together and attacking your lips.

Your body was on fire, and the pit in your stomach screamed for relief. Lando couldn't fucking stop kissing you. And even if he could, he wouldn't dare be the first to pull away.

Lando Norris was not one for alcohol, but he would get drunk off the peachy scent of your conditioner if he could. 

The driver's hand stilled on your cheek to tip your head back and deepen the kiss, while the other tugged on the hem of your little black dress. You let out a pathetic whimper against his lips, and Lando takes it as permission to slip his tongue inside.

Hesitantly, you pull away, albeit not very far. You could count Lando's faint freckles, and your nose brushes against his occasionally. You meet his eyes and fight the urge to look down at your feet because he's looking at you like you hung the fucking stars in the sky. A grin breaks out on his face, and he resumes his feathery touches on your dress. "C'mon, baby, take this off f'me."

You blink dumbly at him. Lando doubles over, emitting that laugh that you love so much. That hyena-like, gigglish shriek. When it dawns on you that you might be staring a little too hard, you immediately reach for your dress, lifting it above your hips and shrugging it off your shoulder.

Lando curses softly under his breath and urgently lays his palms back on your hips. He presses your lips together again, softer and gentler, and your heart aches. Warmth consumes you as you lean into the kiss, Lando's lips impossibly soft against your own.

Lando gently taps his index finger on the crease separating your ass and thighs. You know, just from his touch, what he needs, and of course you do; there have been too many nights of you waking up together, tangled in white bedsheets, for you not to.

You jump, your lips still connected, and your head dizzy from his touch. His palms wrap beneath your legs, carrying you to bed like you weighed about as much as a feather. 

And like, Lando manhandling you shouldn't make you want to ride him till he cries, but it does. It only made the need in between your thighs stronger. 

Soon enough, you're splayed out on his sheets with Lando's pillowy lips sucking all over your neck, painting it with soft hues of lilac.

The fabric covering your boyfriend's body makes you jut your bottom lip out, whining, "Take it off, Lan, please."

Lando pulls away with half-lidded eyes, resting on his calves as he fumbles to free himself from the constraints of his clothes. And well, you definitely didn't lift your hips against his clothed dick at the sight of his defined abs. 

Lando breathes sharply and spreads your legs to rub your pussy through your panties. You whine, trying and failing to grind up against his palm because his other hand is firm against your lower stomach.

"Mm, so good f'me, so wet." Lando moans lightly, pushing your lace to the side, and—oh fuck, he's rubbing your clit.

You thrash against his touch, gasping as you heave out, "Lan, no, please, no."

The drivers' previous lust-filled eyes are tainted with worry now. "What's wrong, baby? I do somethin'?"

You almost chuckle fondly at how fast he retracts his arm from in between your thighs (and also cry). You shake your head, lifting your hand—which had been previously gripping at the sheets—to cradle his defined cheekbones.

"No, no, baby, 'tis not that," you gulp, and his wory morphs into confusion, urging you to continue. "I just, I dunno, I know how much you wanted to fuck me from the back, so I, uh, thought we could do it tonight."

Shit. 

Lando doesn't know what he expected to hear, but it was sure as fuck not that. To his own surprise, Lando somehow grows harder in the confines of his boxer. A grin adorns his face, despite the pain between his legs. "Fuck, you sure, baby? I know I jus' won a race, but that doesn't mean we have to, princess."

"I know," you reassure him, trailing your hand down to his boxers and palming at his erection. "I want to; y'looked so fucking hot on that top step."

"Yeah?" He sucks in a sharp breath, and you hum sweetly, squeezing his dick harder.

Lando's hips stutter against your touch, grinding down in an attempt to relieve his ache. Mustering up his last shred of dignity, Lando somehow manages to pull away, making you whine for what felt like the 1000th time tonight.

He chuckles, stepping off the bed to tug his boxers down and reach for the strawberry-scented lube on his nightstand that, as you both learned, all high-end hotels supplied. Lando eagerly sits in the space of your spread legs, leaning forward to place wet kisses along your collarbone till he reaches your tits.

You moan softly when he wraps his hot mouth around your nipple, and Lando goes fucking ballistic. The sound echoes in his head like a broken radio. Lando wants to take it out and store it in a guarded safe somewhere in India. 

The driver alternates between each boob, flicking his tongue against one and rolling the nub of the other with his fingers. Your hand quickly finds solace in his curls, arching your back to bring him closer. When he pulls away with a kiss to your sensitive nub, you find it hard not to be hyper-aware of the thick cock resting against your thigh.

You roll your hips impatiently, and satisfaction engulfs your body when Lando reaches for the discarded lube on the bed. With a pop, he pulls the lid and squeezes a generous amount on his palm. He rubs his hands together, the friction warming the lube well.

You would be a liar if you said a swarm of erratic butterflies hadn't swarmed your stomach. Lando would make this enjoyable; you knew that, but he couldn't completely take the pain away. Taking a deep breath in, you reach for Lando's clean hand.

He intertwines them beside your hip without asking a question.

He pokes a wet finger against your rim, asking, "You ready, love?"

"Yup," popping the 'p', satisfied with yourself at how well you were hiding your nerves.

Lando pushes in, and he barely has half of his index finger inside you, but holy fuck, the sight drives him crazy. The hold on his hand tightens, and he forces his eyes away from his finger wrapped around your asshole to look at you.

"H-how're you feeling, love?" Lando stutters at the feeling of your asshole clenching around his digit. "Relax, baby, you've gotta relax f'me, please."

Tears well up on your waterline, blurring your vision of Lando kneeling in front of you. It took a few seconds, but the pain eventually subsided, and Lando took that as a sign to push deeper.

Lando tries his absolute hardest not to moan loudly, instead focusing on the heat of your ass wrapped around his index. He removes it, leaving no time for you to question him before he shoves a second finger inside.

"Oh!" You arch your back, eyebrows furrowing, when the pleasure starts bubbling in your stomach. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

"Shit," Lando says, because your writhing against his fingers, begging for more, more, more, has reduced him to a man of few words. "Doin' so fucking well for me, baby."

The driver continues to fuck his fingers into your ass, twisting and curling every once in a while. Your head tilts back against the mattress, and your mouth hangs in a permanent 'o'.

"You think y'ready for m'cock, darling?" 

You don't--cant-- bring yourself to answer. Your mind, you believed, had officially melted into a puddle, spilling out of your ear. Lando curls his fingers, as if nudging you on the shoulder and saying, Hey, I'm talking to you.

You screech, your eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. His gaze, that makes you feel so delicate. His gaze, that makes your head void of any thoughts. His gaze, that you wanted on you forever.

You nod, and he carefully pulls his digits out. Lando grips the base of his cock lazily because he knows he won't be able to last long, and he'd be damned if he was about to spend one less second inside you. 

Lando lines his dick up against your stretched-out rim, fingers untangling from yours, and instead rests them on the small of your waist. When Lando pushes the tip inside your hole, the pain that shoots up your spine causes your hands to fly up to your back, clawing at him to distract yourself. 

"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit," Lando repeats like a prayer.

You felt so fucking wet, so tight around his cock. Lando was sure that if he died like this—naked, sweaty, and with his cock shoved deep inside your ass—he'd die happily.

The feeling of Lando's fingers was incomparable to the sensation—and pain—of his length filling you up inch by inch. The room smells of sex, Lando's perfume, and strawberry-scented lube, and once the pain finally subsided, you realized you needed him fully inside you now.

You wrap your legs around his hips, the balls of your feet pressing against his lower back as you beg, "Please, Lan, I need you, need you to fill me up, please."

Lando swears under his breath, hands gripping at your waist so hard that you're sure you'd look in the mirror the next morning to see your hips painted a lilac and indigo blue sunset. He pushed further inside, his eyes glued to your asshole, stretching to accommodate his thickness and sucking him in, moaning loudly when you accidentally clenched around him.

"Fuck, baby, y-you're taking all of me," Lando gasps in disbelief, biting his bottom lip as his eyes roll back.

You haven't said a single thing, reduced to a whimpering mess and tear-stained cheeks. When your fingernails dig deeper into his back, Lando blinks, ripped out of his lust-haze trance.

Lando tries to focus. Really, he does. But shit, you're clenching sinfully around his cock and fluttering around it as if to say, more more more.

"Lando," you whisper just loud enough for him to hear, painting his back with crescent moons from your fingernails (you'd feel bad if it wasn't for his dick splitting you in half). "Fuck me."

Lando groans at that, wasting no time before pulling his hips back and slamming them back inside. You shrieked, and at this point, you were sure that Lando's back was bleeding from your nails' assault.

You look up at Lando through your eyelashes, jutting out your bottom lip. Your boyfriend's hips don't falter when he leans down and kisses you. It was different. It was messy and hot, and you let out a choked sob against his lips.

With wide eyes, Lando pulls away. "Are you okay, baby? 'Doin so fucking well f'me, fuck, good girl."

You moan, the praise making you impossibly more horny, and nod your head frantically, reaching for your clit between your thighs. Lando tuts, removing a hand from your pretty waist to plant your arms against the pillow above you. 

"Please, Lan, I need it, need it so bad." You helplessly grind your clit against nothing.

And who the hell was Lando Norris to say no?

With the new-found pleasure of relieving clit, you are 100% sure that if you ever were to die and go to heaven, it would look like this. It would feel like this.

Lando isn't ashamed that he wouldn't last long, not when you feel this fucking good, not when he can hear your high-pitched moans and uneven breaths. With a stutter of his hips and a particularly loud groan, you already knew he was close.

"Fuck! Baby, I-I cant," he doubles over, frantically rubbing tiny circles against your clit and attacking your neck with his lips. "I'm gonna-"

You arch your back as though you're getting a fucking exorcism because, holy shit, the feeling of his hot semen filling you up is way hotter than it should be. Lando pistons his hips in and out of you through his high, and with one last cry, black spots cover your vision. 

"Fuck!- oh, fuck, lan, lan, lan," you repeat his name like a prayer because he might as well be god. Your arms thrash in Lando's hold, already yearning for his touch like you always do post-sex.

Lando releases a guttural groan as he pulls his softening dick out, twitching when your asshole involuntarily clenches around him. You're still breathing so fucking loud when he collapses beside you and wraps an arm around your neck to rest your head against his chest.

Lando shifts, tugging the thick blanket around your sweaty, cum-painted bodies before you hear, "Shit! Baby, didn't mean to hold 'em that hard, does it hurt?" 

You furrow your brows, following Lando's eyeline; your otherwise plain wrists were adorned with the scarlet imprint of your boyfriend's hand. 

Shrugging, you scoot up and bury your forehead on the crook of his neck, mumbling, "Don't care."

Lando places a mental reminder to put some cream on it in the morning, but for now, he's happy to place small kisses on the top of your head, whispering praises and 'thank you's into your ear.

When you rub your head against him shyly at his words, Lando can't help but laugh fondly at you.

Like a cat, he thinks again.

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William has taken possession of OC's vibrator. It is obvious that she wants it back for obvious reasons. She's horny and mad at William but not enough to be able to resist wanting to take him right now. William knows this, and he is taking advantage of the situation. During All-Star, they made a bet on who could last the longest without sex and the winner gets to choose what they want to do. After all, both of them are competitive and test each others' buttons like trying for their partners to get multiple orgasms and experimenting with new positions. William's teammates notice how pussy depressed he is and tease the hell out of him after his locker room adventure. We gotta love a good powerplay for dominance and edging Kink and getting him all wet. #SlutsforPresidentNylander

Oh, bb! I absolutely loved your idea 🤍 Just imagining Willy being so confident and devilish, oh my, 🙈

Honestly, I had so much fun writing this! While it may not be the best chapter written, it was definitely one of the most enjoyable to write 😍 Also, a big shoutout to the request that sparked it all 🙌🏼 💦

And no, there's still no 34 x 88 sexual action - however, it might not be completely off the table yet, so stay tuned if you're interested - I've got something up my sleeve…

But without further ado, I hope you enjoy it 🤍

Warnings: 18+ smut; play with toy (vibrator), edging, masturbating, voyeurism, more play with toy, penetrative sex (p in v), use of safe word, public fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), handcuffs, more penetrative sex (p in v); I think that's all 🤍

Word count; 7.3K

「Inexperienced!reader x Willy」

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"Min älskade prinsessa." = My beloved princess

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All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt VIII I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️

William Nylander wasn’t one to often reflect on his relationships. However, as he bid you a good day at work on Monday morning, he found himself unable to do so.

It was the start of the All-Star week, and you had gone out of your way to make time to accompany him to the event. And with it happening in Toronto this year and William being voted onto the roster by fans, both of you were overflowing with excitement. While you both would have relished a week off from the regular season, William naturally desired nothing more than to join his teammates at such an event. It marked his first participation, and to make it even better, you would be there with him.

And as he enjoyed his morning protein shake, he let his thoughts drift, contemplating the time and effort you had invested in his hectic lifestyle and career while maintaining your own.

You were the most incredible girlfriend he could ever hope for. Your relationship was unlike any he had experienced before, characterised by emotional connection, shared senses of humour, and, not to mention, incredible sex. And as this train of thought lingered his mind, it also led him to reflect on the last time he had acted out of jealousy, overly focused on his own desire for dominance. Which prompted an idea, leading him to make a purchase he believed would bring joy to both of you.

And upon your return to the condo from a long day at work, you were greeted by an overly enthusiastic boyfriend in the kitchen.

"What's with the grin, Nylander?" you chuckled, feeling a hint of nervousness as you joined him, sensing mischief afoot.

"I bought you something," he announced, wearing a rather smug expression.

"Alright… should I brace myself?" you inquired, excitement bubbling within you as you observed his demeanour.

"Oh no, trust me, you're going to love it."

Taking your hand gently, he led you to the bedroom, that same smirk still adorning his handsome face. And on the bed, you noticed a wrapped box.

"Open it," William chuckled, reclining on the bed, with his eyes fixed on you.

And naturally, you were eager to discover what mischief your playful boyfriend had concocted this time. As you settled onto the mattress, you carefully untied the ribbon, revealing the contents of the gift. Once you had removed the wrapping paper, you uncovered a rectangular box adorned with the image of what appeared to be an alien-shaped massage tool, labelled 'Magic Wand.' 

You studied the box for a few more seconds before turning to face William, who still wore a satisfied smirk.

"Willy… What… is it, exactly?"

William couldn’t contain a light chuckle. "You've never used one before? Babe, it's a vibrator…"

"Oh…" you let out a soft sound of realisation. "Oh, well… I mean, no, I've never tried this kind before, only the small one I have in the drawer…"

"Yeah, I know, but this one is a little different, and I thought we could have a little fun with it," he chuckled, leaning in a little closer to you.

"Like, together?"

"Mmm," he nodded. "Curious?"

Of course, you were unable to suppress a little smirk creeping onto your lips. "Always am…"

And needless to say, it was the most intense experience you'd ever had.

After enjoying a bit of dinner to gather the energy needed – because you did need the energy – William encouraged you to lie down on your back and relax, with your legs slightly bent and spread apart for him.

Kneeling between your legs, he then leaned over your body to connect your lips in a deep and passionate kiss. Then, using his fingers to gently circle and rub your clit over the fabric of your knickers, causing you to part your lips and breathe slowly, as you enjoyed his pleasurable motions.

"Rest your hands beside your head, and let me do the work, baby," he huskily whispered in your ear. "You might need something to grab onto."

And indeed, you did.

As soon as he turned on the vibrator, even on the lowest setting, you could imagine its potential. And he hadn’t even touched you intimately with it yet. Slowly, he traced it up your inner thigh, letting your skin feel the vibrations, the tingling coursing through you as he delicately approached your heat.

You felt your core already pulsating in anticipation, but William took his time. He wanted you to relax so that you could have the best possible experience.

As he came closer to where you needed him the most, his eyes intensely connected with yours, watching as you bit down on your lower lip and squirmed under him. Then gently he let the vibrator make contact with your most sensitive spot.

"Oh, fuck!" you moaned loudly, shutting your eyes and gripping onto the pillows behind your head as the toy sent intense vibrations straight to your clit. 

Satisfied with your reaction, William then pulled away the toy, slowly tracing it around your core, intentionally avoiding your clit. "This is only the lowest setting, älskling. You might have to control yourself if I turn it up," he chuckled darkly.

You did honestly try your best to remain controlled, however, as soon as he let the vibrator hit your clit again, you felt as if your body was completely out of your authority, completely surrendering to William and his game of pleasure.

"Shit, Willy!" you cried out, your mind spinning more and more every time he touched you, withdrew, and then touched you again. And all you could hear were his deep chuckles as he relished the way your eyes rolled back in your head, and your fingers and heels dug into the pillows and mattress.

"Do you want to come, baby?" William asked seductively, both knowing it was rhetorical as you had turned into a complete mess from his teasing. And while holding the vibrator steady against your clit, he could see how close you were. But then, being as wicked as he could be, he withdrew once more, causing you to let out a heavy breath. "I asked you a question, baby…"

"Yes, Willy…" you pleaded. "Please, let me come…"

And since you had been such a good girl for him, he gave you what you deserved. Holding the vibrator against your clit again and turning up the intensity a level more, he watched as you screamed out in pleasure, tears falling from your eyes as you arched your back and surrendered to the intense orgasm.

“Oh yes!” It took you several minutes to come down from the incredible high, your legs shaking and your breath completely out of control. You had to blink a few times as you opened your eyes and were met with William's content expression, enjoying the mess he had created. And he hadn't even fucked you.

"Damn, baby, that was hot…" he chuckled lightly as you smiled up at him and let your fingers play with the fine strands of hair hanging from his face.

"Really?"

"Oh yeah, but… you've probably ruined your panties," he chuckled, and you could feel just how soaked they were from your juices. It almost felt as if you'd peed yourself or been sweating during an intense workout.

"Shit," you let out a light laughter as well. "Guess that's just what you can do to me, huh…"

“I know, and I just can’t help but love pleasing you.” 

William knew exactly what he was doing. And as you awoke with renewed energy, ready to take on the workday, you couldn’t help but smile. Knowing that you just had to get through two more days of work before the All-Star event, you simply enjoyed the view of your sleepy boyfriend before leaving.

And another thing you had come to enjoy was the new toy William had bought. Your core even tingled a little every time you thought about the intense of an orgasm it had given you.

It was almost too tempting to give it another go when you arrived home and found that William was still out preparing for the weekend. However, you managed to keep your composure.

"No, y/n… you can control yourself…" you mumbled softly. However, as you turned on the TV, and the sports News ran across the screen, showcasing none other than your boyfriend and the other Leafs, you could no longer contain yourself. 

And as William came home a little bit later, enjoying the tranquility of your home upon an overwhelming amount of media work, he called out for you. 

"Babe, I'm home."

However, there was no response from you. Walking through the living room and kitchen, only spotting the dogs curled up on the sofa, he noticed you were nowhere to be found. 

But then he heard it. Soft noises emanating from the bedroom, and a smirk instantly appeared on his face, as he had a feeling of what you were up to. And as he slowly and silently made his way towards the noises, he saw just what he expected.

Gently pushing the door open, leaning against the frame, he observed you, as you used the new toy to pleasure yourself. With closed eyes, lying sprawled on the bed, legs apart in one of his t-shirts, you moved the vibrator up and down your panty-covered core, moaning as you neared climax.

William could feel his cock slowly growing firmer and harder in baggy jeans that provided enough room for it to swell. And as he noticed your hand suddenly stilling, he knew you were on the brink of an orgasm. Holding the wand against your clit, your moans grew louder, your breath erratic, and within moments, you arched your back, reaching the peak of pleasure.

He’d thought about intervening for a second, but watching you was just beyond arousing. 

"Enjoying the new toy, are we?" William chuckled darkly, causing you to promptly sit up straight and open your eyes.

"Willy!" you gasped upon seeing your boyfriend standing in the doorway, a giant grin on his face. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Just made it to the finale, baby," he laughed as he approached, sitting on the bed and leaning in to kiss you. "Pretty hot welcome home."

"Yeah?" you asked, a hint of nervousness in your voice.

"Definitely. It really turned me on," he smirked, glancing down at your soaked panties. And you couldn't help but bite your lip when you noticed his hard cock, proudly standing through his loose clothes.

"Well, how about you also get to finish this time?" you suggested seductively, running your fingers through his beard.

"Oh, I have just the idea," William grinned, and before you knew it, he swung you over his shoulder and carried you to the bathroom. 

Setting you in front of the counter, facing the mirror, he swiftly removed your t-shirt and thong, placing the wand on the counter before unbuckling his jeans and pulling them down along with his boxers. "I believe there's no need for preparation, huh?" he remarked rhetorically with a grin, pulling his t-shirt over his head, and positioning himself at your entrance.

You gently shook your head as you instinctively leaned onto the bathroom counter, looking at William through the mirror, before he pushed himself inside you. It was almost embarrassing how effortlessly he slid in; how wet you were after climaxing with the vibrator. But you couldn’t care less. 

He felt so good as he moved inside you, his hands firmly gripping your hips to steady you as he thrusted a little harder. You couldn’t help but watch him intently through the mirror, your eyes locking as he pounded inside you, the sounds of your wetness mixing with the slapping of skin filling the air.

It was surprisingly arousing; the way William stared you down intensely as he increased his thrusts, causing you to release louder moans and deep breaths. And despite having reached an intense climax just minutes ago, you could already feel another orgasm building as he stimulated your walls.

"Oh, Willy..." you moaned.

"Yeah, you gonna come, baby?" he asked between deep breaths, watching you as your eyes squinted in pleasure and feeling your walls tighten around him.

"Yes..." you managed to reply, as you felt the intensity each time his length hit your sensitive spot. 

Yet William wasn't entirely satisfied. Instead, he reached for the wand, turned it on, and placed it on your core, while his other hand gripped the counter and he moaned loudly. "Shit, I can feel it through you."

But you couldn't respond. The intense vibrations overwhelmed you, and you could only scream in pleasure. Your legs shook, as you once more reached climax, bending your head forward and clenching every muscle in your body.

"Fu—" William moaned deeply as he continued fucking you hard through your orgasm. "You're dripping, baby..."

And you could almost feel how your juices were running down your leg as you came again and again. Yet despite being in a euphoric state, you managed to speak between your cries. "Yell... Willy... Yellow."

William understood immediately. Moving the vibrator away, he heard you sigh in relief as you lifted your head, and your swollen eyes slowly opened to meet his once more. 

"Baby, I'm so close," he moaned as he continued rocking his hips, slightly slower. And with your gaze locked in the mirror, you nodded, encouraging him to keep going. Though you were nothing but wrecked, you still wanted him to finish as well.

And with a few more thrusts, he let out a loud moan and released himself into you.

It had been another session of messy and intense sex, as the new toy had sent your mind into oblivion, and William had fucked you through every orgasm. Yet as you slowly untangling from the position, William naturally made sure to take good care of you. 

Turning on the warm water, he gently guided you to join him under the water, where he delicately rinsed your body from sweat and cum. Sharing light kisses as you too caressed his toned torso, before you both exited with smiles on your lips.

"What's so funny?" you asked, as William chuckled between bites, sitting across from him at the dining table, both dressed comfortably post-sex.

"Oh, I just find it funny how I can't even give you a toy and leave you alone for a few hours," he flashed you an amused smirk, causing you to playfully roll your eyes. 

"Well, I'm sorry I was just horny," you defended.

"You could've waited a little, and I would have been home," he chuckled again.

"I didn't know that... besides, you were the one who introduced me to it," you teasingly pointed out.

"Oh, that's right, it's all my fault," William said with heavy sarcasm. "Or maybe, you just couldn't control yourself."

"I CAN control myself... you're the one who can't even go a few days without sex," you retorted.

"Like you could do that!"

"I used to go for weeks without sex, remember," you chuckled, reminiscing about the time before the two of you started sleeping together.

"Alright then," William offered a content smirk, leaning back in his chair with crossed arms. "Prove it! No sex for a week, or until one gives up."

You were surprised by his challenge. Usually, the two of you would play games of who could get the other to climax and how many times. And now he wanted to avoid sex?

"Are you serious... no sex for a week?" you raised an eyebrow, and William simply nodded.

"Yup, the first one to give in loses..."

"And the winner?"

"Gets to decide what we do next... whatever they want."

You pondered his challenge for a brief moment, yet you knew you couldn’t refuse. That would only prove him right already, and you didn’t want to do that.

"Alright, you’re on, Nylander. May the best woman win."

"Oh, that’s cocky," he laughed.

"Well, I need to be in order to be with you."

**

Initially, you found the idea fun.

You had gone without sex for extended periods before—especially after your breakup with your ex. And then, there were those two disappointing one-night stands that made you realise that no sex was probably better than bad sex.

However, you did have one little helper to get through at the time. And that helper could also be the best way to beat William at his own game.

So, on the following evening, when William again had to be away for a few more hours before the big event, you felt a little naughty and wanted to relax. However, to your surprise, William had taken your vibrators. Both of them.

"That motherfu-," you mumbled as you’d searched everywhere and eventually had to admit that you had no way of cheating.

"You hid them, didn't you?"

You texted William out of slight frustration, and you could almost hear him chuckle from across the city.

"Of course I did! No cheating, babe 😂"

"You're the one who said 'no sex'... 😉"

"No sex. No touching yourself 😉 Let's see how long you'll last without your favourite toys."

"Oh, I don’t need them!"

"We'll see, darling, we'll see 😂"

You had to admit, it was somewhat of a turn-on not being able to be intimate with each other. And you had every intention of breaking William.

But he had plans for you too.

When Thursday arrived, he meticulously planned what he’d wear, when he’d relish the spotlight while you watched from the sidelines.

However, as he looked in the mirror, putting the finishing touches before leaving, he caught your smirk as you leaned against the doorframe.

"What’s so funny?" he asked.

"Oh, I just realised that maybe this challenge won’t be that difficult after all…" you chuckled.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, let’s just say I prefer you with a beard, darling," you teased, giving him a playful wink before returning to the closet to pick out your outfit for the evening. You settled on a casual skirt with tights, a blouse, and boots. Perhaps not the sexiest outfit, but you believed in playing your cards strategically, saving the best for closer to the finish line.

Though William was a bit disappointed by your reaction to his shaved beard, he knew he looked fantastic in his chosen outfit: an oversized beige blazer and baggy trousers, paired with a white tank top that highlighted his muscular torso, something he knew you appreciated.

And he was right. As he confidently walked the carpet, you couldn’t help but smile while watching him. The way he effortlessly mingled with the crowd, signing autographs and taking selfies, was impressive. You almost hated him for it, especially how he flaunted his new haircut and outfit, allowing his chest hair to peek out through the neckline, accentuating the chain he wore. Another detail you always admired.

Shaking your head, you let him enjoy his moment. He had set the bar high, and now you needed to step up your game if you wanted to win. And despite your internal competition, the night turned out to be perfect as Auston and Mo drafted Willy and Mitch for their blue team.

As Friday dawned, and William was already at the rink, busy with various media activities and a bit of training before hitting the ice for the Skills competition, you decided on a different outfit this time.

While you knew you’d be wearing the 88 All-Star jersey all day, you also anticipated that it would have to come off eventually, which gave you an idea. Why not give William a sneak peek of what was hidden underneath?

Standing in the locker room, changing into his hockey gear, William suddenly froze. His eyes were fixed on the lingerie mirror selfie you had sent him, seemingly unable to look away.

He knew you were teasing him, returning the playful banter from the day before. And to make matters worse, he couldn't just give in to his desires until later in the evening; he had to stay composed to maintain his focus on winning.

Furthermore, his unmistakably desirable expression didn’t escape the notice of his teammates.

"What ya staring at?" Auston began, giving William a teasing look as he leaned in close and glanced at the phone. "Holy shit, Willy! Is that y/n?" he exclaimed.

Quickly tapping the side of his phone and pocketing it, William returned to reality. "Yeah... that's her..." he admitted.

"What's with the face?" Mo chimed in with a light chuckle, having noticed William’s quick reflexes and perplexed behaviour.

"Oh, it's nothing," he tried to brush it off, but they knew him better than that.

"Come on, Willy," Mitch joined in. “You can tell us..”

And slightly amused by their curiosity, he confessed about your bet.

"Wait, what the fuck, man? Why would you make such a bet?" Auston erupted in laughter. "You're insane, you're literally pussy depriving yourself."

"I know! But when I win, which I will, I get to call the shots," he smirked. "And I'll have the ultimate rights to gloat."

"Yeah, but what if she doesn’t cave? Then you're just torturing yourself for no reason," Mo chuckled as well.

"She WILL give in!" William said confidently, yet the boys didn’t seem entirely convinced, knowing how much he enjoyed having sex, especially with you.

"Come on, Willy, we all know you can't resist her!" Mitch laughed.

"Yeah, you're obsessed with her pussy, man! Last time you couldn't even wait until you left the locker room before getting frisky. You're going to be so desperate, so why not just give in and get back to it, like you know you want to," Auston teased, wiggling his eyebrows with a smug grin.

And William couldn’t help but join in the laughter. "Maybe, but right now I think I want to win more."

Though it had only been two days, the mere thought of not being able to touch you felt like torture. Yet he also knew he should just focus on the Skills competition, and he’d be fine.

Unlike you, who was being challenged while enjoying the show, where William performed amazingly. The way he worked the crowd was incredibly arousing. And you could just see how much he genuinely enjoyed himself, which made it agonising knowing you couldn’t go home and celebrate with some intimate time together.

And as the day slowly came to a close, you met him by the locker room with the other girls.

"Ready to give up?" he chuckled as he embraced you, greeting you with a kiss.

"Not even close, Nylander," you grinned back at him. It was, of course, a lie, but your competitive mind had taken over for now. Even when William’s hand rested dangerously close to your core during the ride home. Or when he pressed his body against yours in the lift before reaching your floor.

So, naturally, your next move was to simply undress and casually stroll around in that pretty set of lingerie, lacy nightwear you’d chosen for the evening. Was it the most comfortable sleepwear? Perhaps not. But did it make William go completely wild, his eyes fixed on you at all times? Absolutely.

Joining him on the bed, resting on your side and facing away from him with your buttocks completely exposed, you couldn’t help but smirk.

He loved your ass, in more ways than one, and you were well aware of how he was ogling it right now, his cock likely growing evident in his boxers.

"Goodnight, babe," you said in an overly sweet tone.

But William wasn’t going to let you off that easily. Instead, he let his large palm caress your cheek, gently squeezing it before delivering a firm slap, causing you to let out a shriek as a pink hue formed on your skin.

"Goodnight, älskling," he chuckled before turning the other way and switching off the lights.

"Oh, it's so on…" you whispered to yourself, feeling the sting on your cheek as you slowly drifted off to sleep as well.

**

As your alarm rudely went off the following morning, you were greeted by a sleepy William sporting an impressive morning erection. Normally, you might have taken your time waking him up in the sexiest way possible, but with the competition still ongoing, you decided to resist the temptation.

Instead, you made your way to the kitchen and started preparing breakfast, still dressed in your sensual nightwear. And as William joined you, you both moved around each other, occasionally brushing lightly against one another with small 'oops'. Though it was amusing to see the other person mentally and sexually frustrated, you both also realised how you were torturing yourselves.

But that didn't stop either of you.

You even went as far as picking out a rather tight and short skirt to wear under the hockey jersey, paired with some of your finest knee-high boots. It was the perfect teasing hockey girlfriend outfit, something you wouldn’t normally wear as it felt a bit revealing. Which made it perfect for the day.

After styling your hair and putting on makeup, adding a bit extra for the occasion, you then made your way to the arena to watch the All-Star game on the final day of the event. And to say it was an amazing show would be an understatement. The hockey, the crowd, the overall atmosphere was beyond incredible to be a part of.

Moreover, your boyfriend and the rest of Team Matthews even managed to win.

Amidst loud cheers and clapping, you and the other girlfriends then giggly made your way to congratulate the boys by the locker room, where William's eyes swiftly found your choice of outfit, as it didn’t even look like you were wearing anything underneath the jersey.

Yet, it was Auston who was the first to throw a comment your way.

“Damn, y/n, looking beautiful and sexy as ever,” he flirtatiously remarked as he offered you a greeting hug.

“Well, of course, had to look stunning for your big night, right?” you flashed him a cheeky wink.

“I must admit, you do look incredibly stunning.”

“Well, thanks, Aus,” you smiled, perhaps a little too flirtatiously for William’s liking.

And while Auston was not so subtly trying to make eyes at you, Justin Bieber then joined the conversation, giving the team captain a friendly handshake.

“Oh, who’s this?” he nodded toward you. “New girl, Auston?”

But Auston simply chuckled. “No - she wishes though, but she’s Willy’s girl.” 

Everyone turned to look at William, Bieber giving him the wiggly eyes as well, but your boyfriend didn’t seem to be all that amused. Though his facial expression seemed calm, you had a hunch something was boiling under the surface. And hopefully, it was your outfit that had worked just according to plan.

But there was also something else on William’s mind. Though he loved that they all admired how great you looked, he wasn’t so sure how to feel about your little flirty act around his teammates and how some of the other lads around also tossed a compliment your way.

They knew you were his, which was the most important thing, yet a part of him also wanted to remind you that you were taken - which meant, not allowed to be flaunting your sexy body like that, speaking in your sweet voice, and smiling with your sparkling eyes he knew you did when you flirted.

He knew he was on the verge of breaking. Ready to give up, take you home, and fuck the hell out of you till you couldn’t walk. Yet he remained composed, tried to flash his signature confident smile as you all stood there chatting before you and the girls exited the locker room.

But then, amidst boyish jokes and banter, Auston had the audacity to push the limits. “So, Willy, this little bet between you and y/n - does that only apply to the two of you, or?”

William knew it was a joke. Or at least he tried to convince himself.

“It applies to everyone,” he simply replied.

“Alright, just saying that with an ass like that, in that outfit, there’s probably a lot of guys who’ll try something…”

And William knew he was right. Which also turned out to be proven during the following celebrations, where he saw how other men were looking in your direction. And the mere thought of another man’s hands on you, without his permission, could set off his temper. So as the night went on, he tried to keep you as close as possible.

Not that you minded. You enjoyed his arm around your waist, his firm touches, which, of course, only encouraged you to tease him further. Sitting in his lap, you made sure to gently wiggle your ass a little every time you moved, causing his grip to tighten.

“Are you alright, darling?” You chuckled, leaning against his torso.

“Mmm, with you right here, I’m perfectly fine,” he grinned back.

“You’re not tempted to give up?” you pressed on with a little smirk.

“No, I’m good, baby,” he tried to sound sure and confident, yet on the inside, he was just about to give in. “You?”

“Oh, I’m good too,” you giggled lightly, enjoying the moment, though you could also feel your desire for William growing stronger with each passing moment.

It was definitely a close race, yet both of you were too stubborn to give in, even though you craved each other insanely bad. And soon, William turned to his next move. After all, desperate times called for desperate measures. With you still in his lap, he delicately let his fingers brush against your inner thigh under the table, letting them crawl up under the jersey, and slowly make their way to your core.

You couldn’t help but let out a gasp as his fingers began trailing up your skin, yet it was William who let out the deepest breath when his fingers suddenly came in contact with your bare flesh.

“Shit…” he mumbled under his breath, and you had to bite down on your lip to suppress any sounds, hiding it beneath your smirk as you played your ace. You could almost feel William’s cock growing firmer in his trousers as his fingers lightly brushed against your naked folds.

“Alright, we’re going home now,” William whispered huskily in your ear as he adjusted himself.

“Only if you admit I win,” you chuckled, staying still in your position, and William knew you had bested him. Yet he didn’t let you off that easily, gently sliding a finger inside your core, causing you to gasp.

“Alright, you win… but it seems like I’m not the only one who’s turned on, baby… fuck, your pussy is so wet,” his rough voice echoed in your ear.

“Only for you, Willy,” you softly moaned, turning your head slightly to look at him.

“Mmm, baby, I don’t know whether to fuck you for being so sexy or shove my dick down your throat and show you who’s boss,” he chuckled darkly with a smirk, still holding his finger inside you.

“How about we go home and figure it out?”

And you didn’t need to ask twice before William pushed you off his lap, discreetly adjusting his hard cock, as the two of you said your goodbyes, and you eagerly made your way towards the exit. Even the taxi ride home was a blur, as you were completely entangled with each other, your lips almost never parting. Only when you had to exit and make your way up to your floor did you regain some sense of awareness.

But as soon as you were inside the condo, you were completely consumed by each other again. Lips attached, hands roaming, clothes discarded along the way, leaving you naked as you made it to the bedroom.

You probably hadn’t thought through what would happen next, but you had an idea of what you wanted to do.

As you kneeled before him, William couldn’t help but smirk, letting out a deep breath as you pulled down his boxers, freeing his already hard member, throbbing and in desperate need of attention. And fortunately for him, he didn’t have to wait any longer.

With your dominant hand, you took a firm hold of his length, guiding it to your lips where you offered it a gentle lick up the shaft, your eyes looking up at William through your lashes as you seductively wrapped your lips around the tip.

Soft humming sounds escaped him as his fingers found your hair, gently tugging on it, while you guided yourself to take him into your warmth.

“Mmm, yes, baby, just like that…” William moaned, as you coated him with your saliva, letting him slide in and out of your mouth as you focused on your breathing and relaxing the back of your throat.

And you didn’t hold back, enjoying the power of being in control. Using a combination of your mouth and hand, you worked him faster and hungrier. Gagging a little, not even thinking too much about how deep you took him, as you were more concentrated on listening to his increasing sounds of pleasure.

“Hnng… fuck, baby…” he breathed out, almost out of breath as he shut his eyes and began rocking his hips against your motions.

But you had different plans in mind. Sensing his thigh muscles tighten, you released him from your mouth, causing him to let out a deep sigh of disappointment.

“Fuck, baby, I was so close,” he spoke as you rose from your position.

“I know, but I won, so I get to do whatever I want, right?” you chuckled, giving him your best dominant gaze. And naturally, he couldn’t suppress a smirk, slightly enjoying the fact that you were letting your hidden dominance show.

“Alright, what do you want then?”

“You, on the bed, on your back,” you instructed.

“Ja, my princess,” William simply replied, and did as told. He had to admit that although he mostly enjoyed being the one in charge, you suddenly taking control like this was definitely a new turn-on for him.

And as he rested on the bed, his eyes followed you closely, watching you crawl up his body and making your way closer to his face, placing a knee on either side of his head.

“Make me cum,” you smiled seductively, encouraging him to indulge in his late-night snack. And without complaints, William took hold of your thighs and let his mouth explore your heat.

“Oh yes,” you moaned, gripping the headboard of the bed, simply enjoying William’s skilled mouth and tongue. He touched every sensitive part he could reach, flicking your clit and probing your entrance, wanting nothing but to please you. “Mmm, so good, Willy… yes…”

Gently rocking your hips, your breaths were slowly becoming heavy as you felt the pleasure course through your body. An impending orgasm slowly formed as William made sure to use every inch of his tongue between your folds, his nose occasionally nudging your clit. Using one hand to reach down and tuck his newly cut hair, you let yourself sink a little closer to his face as you locked eyes.

“I’m gonna come, baby…” you moaned in between breaths, and it only made William hold onto you tighter as he hungrily increased the work of his mouth. And then sooner rather than later, you had to arch your back, closing your eyes in pleasure, and let yourself surrender to the climax. “Yes, Willy,” you muttered, feeling your legs shaking a little as you reached the peak, before slowly calming from the high, with a satisfied smile on your lips.

Once you regained your breath, you finally managed to free William from your wetness, slowly moving to straddle his lower abdomen instead. And you had to take a few seconds to admire how his lips and chin glistened from your moisture.

“That’s it?” he cheekily asked, but you weren’t quite finished. Reaching over to your nightstand, you figured it was William’s turn to be restrained, so you instructed him to hold his hands above his head where you cuffed him.

“Keep your hands still,” you smiled seductively. Though you knew you weren’t nearly as dominant as he usually was, you both played along. Despite his smug facial expression, you decided to continue your plan, moving down to position yourself over his cock.

Slowly, you moved your hips, letting your folds slide over his length but not allowing him to enter you. You watched him intensely, studying the details of his handsome face as you delicately provided him with a little taste of pleasure.

“Baby, not so much teasing,” he pleaded softly, and that was just what you wanted to hear. Adjusting yourself, you lined his member with your entrance, and slowly sank down on him, letting him fill you up and stretch your walls.

Unable to contain your own moans, you let out sounds of pleasure, harmonising with his. “Mmm, oh, Willy…”

And then you began to rock your hips, riding his cock and letting it stimulate your insides. Placing your hands on his chest to steady yourself, you slowly increased your speed. It was more romantic than the sex you’d had lately, slow and sexy, with you on top. Your fingers toyed with the chain around his neck as he massaged you with his length. And you could tell that William was growing eager to take control, slightly thrusting his hips up against you while he let you have your fun and kept his hands in place.

But it was becoming increasingly difficult for him. Feeling his climax approaching, he was feeling the need to take over and fuck you the way only he could. After all the teasing and holding back, he so desperately wanted to pound you so hard that you couldn’t even spell out your own name.

And as you sensed his signals of frustration and withdrawal, you too felt the temptation to give in to him.

“You can’t take it, baby?” you smirked down at him. “You want more? You want to fuck me hard and good?” Though William didn’t verbally respond, his actions spoke louder than words. “Alright, baby, then let it go.”

In only a matter of seconds, William’s eyes darkened with your permission. He used his strength to tear apart the little chain that held the handcuffs connected, and swiftly rolled you over into missionary position, where he promptly picked up a hard and forceful pace.

You couldn’t help but chuckle, impressed at how quickly he could change the dynamic. And soon, you found yourself surrendering to him completely, locking eyes intensely as you positioned your heels on his lower back, your hand finding the back of his shoulder, while the other took hold of his dangling chain.

Moans grew louder, the air filled with sweat as the sounds of skin colliding echoed. And as William felt your heels digging into his back, your nails leaving marks on his shoulder, he knew you were getting closer to your second orgasm.

You felt your next climax building, the ecstasy clouding your mind, and soon he increased his speed, eager to push you over the edge and reach his own climax.

“Oh yes,” you managed to moan, his cock almost overstimulating your sensitive walls with every thrust. And only with a few more pounds, William sent you into oblivion again, causing you to tilt your head back into the pillow and let another wave of pleasure wash over you.

And as your muscles clenched around his member, William couldn’t hold back either.

“Fuck, yes…”

Deep grunts of arousal escaped him, his arms almost shaking as he let himself follow suit, reaching his own peak and filling you up with every single drop of cum he had in him.

It was the end of an intense game of teasing and edging. A competition that had to end eventually and could only end on a high. A high you both had to slowly calm down from, opening your eyes as you re-filled your lungs with air and let yourselves regain control of your bodies.

“Shit,” you suddenly breathed out, letting go of William’s chain and stroking your fingers through his hair as his eyes met yours, flashing you a content smile. “You seriously broke the handcuffs.”

William couldn’t contain his laughter, noticing the cuffs now in two pieces on each of his wrists. “What can I say, baby, you bring out the beast in me.”

With light chuckles and giggles, he slowly withdrew his member from you, rolling over onto the side, and both of you turned to face each other. “I guess I do,” you offered him a smile. “But I just hope you enjoyed tonight. I know it’s a bit different from what we usually do.”

William furrowed his brows slightly, positioning his head to rest on his arm as he let out another chuckle. “Of course, it was seriously sexy when you took charge. You didn’t like it?”

“Really? I mean, of course, I liked it, I just wanted to make sure you did too.”

“I really did… you were amazing, like always, baby,” he said, resting his hand on your hip and pulling you a little closer into his sweaty, hot body.

“Hmm, maybe, but I think I prefer it when you’re in charge,” you offered a cheeky wink, causing William to let out another laugh.

It was the perfect way to end the competition. And as you savoured the post-sex cuddle, you both agreed that this type of game was fun, but actually a little too challenging for both of you.

“Yeah, I think if you hadn’t given up, I probably would have shortly after,” you admitted. “I mean, the way you looked on the red carpet… don’t you ever do that to me again!”

“Only if you don’t ever wear that outfit again. I mean, you were so sexy, älskling. But I swear it was so hard not to do anything… especially when Auston made comments about you…”

"Wait, what comments?" you inquired, your curiosity piqued.

"Oh, it’s nothing, he just…" William let out a sigh. "He just commented on your outfit, and then joked about if our competition only counted between you and me…"

Taken aback a little, you then sat up, entangled in the bedsheets, and faced William.

"Do you… think he meant anything by it?"

Though William hesitated for a few seconds, he was also almost certain. "No, no baby, he was just joking… knowing that such comments would get to me," he tried to reassure you, as well as himself, with a soft smile.

"Oh, good," you merely replied.

"Älskling… you’re not… I mean, you don’t… do you?" William's smile slowly faded as he mumbled the words, unable to actually ask the question he was slightly dreading the answer to.

"Do I what? Think Auston is attractive?" you cocked an eyebrow, slightly surprised that your boyfriend was asking such a question about his own teammate.

"Well, yeah, I mean I know what he thinks about you…" William bit his own lip, still unsure what your take truly was on one of his closest friends.

"Oh, well… honestly, I’ve never really thought of him that way…" you gently spoke, pondering your thoughts as you recalled the times with Auston before you started dating William. "I mean he’s not bad looking…"

"Not bad looking?" William let out a small chuckle.

"I’m just saying that many people find him attractive, but… he’s kind of got a funny head shape…" you heard yourself speak, not entirely sure what you meant by it, yet it did throw off the whole questioning about whether you found him attractive or not, since William just chuckled and pulled you in for a kiss.

A soft, romantic, yet passionate and heartfelt kiss, before he looked you in the eyes and whispered, "Min älskade prinsessa."

[sunnyfucks]

I NEED SUNOO SUCKING ON MY TITS LIKE A LITTLE BABY WHILE HE MASSAGES MY CLOTHED PUSSY AND HUMPS HIS HARD DICK ON MY LEG LETTING OUT THE PRETTIEST WHINES WITHOUT TAKING MY NIPPLE OUT OF HIS MOUTH 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

please can u write a scenario 🥺

since i love this and i love you 🫧 anon mehehehe, im not gonna make a scenario but a whole smut story for this 🙈

“ NIGHTS LIKE THIS ! ” sub sunoo x femdom reader.

cw : SMUT, orgasm denial, sunoo crying in pleasure <3, 90% tit sucking hehe, creampie, sunoo being the ultimate sub, oral fixation, handjob, use of vibrator, choking, reader degrading praising sunoo alot, safe to say sunoo’s the biggest baby here <3. lmk if i missed any.

a/n : the amount of times i actually had to pause writing this cause it feels too good... its insane.

“i can’t get enough of this” you heard sunoo mumble as soon as his mouth left your buds. you immediately chuckled and brushed his hair, making him look up at you as he flash the most genuine and prettiest smile you’ve ever seen your whole life. “you’re so pretty, sunoo” you compliments. sunoo giggled in response as his fingers trail around your boobs once again. “its really so soft” he said, before sucking on it again. you’ve lost touch of the hour since sunoo started playing with your tits. with him having an oral fixation for it, you’ve gone used to it by now.

you looked down to watch sunoo as he savors every softness of your tit. he has his eyes shut as his tongue swirls around your bud, his free hand softly groping your other boob, and his little pretty humms definitely sends you to heaven. you’re laying on your back as you have him settled inbetween your thighs, giving you the perfect view of his baby-like face. “i really like sucking you..” he said and you smiled. “how much?” you teased and being the good boy that he is, as soon as he heard your question, he stood up from leaning on you and immediately went to sit on top of your left thigh without removing his lips on your bud. “so much..” he mumbles as he started grinding himself on your thigh.

you felt your stomach tightening at the sight. “what a pretty baby, such a good boy too” you whispers. sunoo gave you the prettiest whine he could ever make to show you how he liked the compliment without actually removing his lips on your nipple. “grind faster, baby..” you dictate and so he did. sunoo started grinding himself faster, making you feel his hard dick against you. watching as sunoo shuts his eyes tight and how he arches his back everytime he’d shake above you could make you cum as soon as it could, but knowing how rewarding it would feel the moment he inserts his dick on you, ofcourse you’d keep resisting. “i really love you” he suddenly blurts out before speeding up more.

the earlier grinding was long forgotten as sunoo started humping himself on you, his tongue playing very aggressively around your bud at the process. “i love you” he blurted once again and bent down to reach your lips. you felt sunoo’s hand roam around your hips as you both swirl your tongue inside each others. “hmm.. your skin’s so soft” you said while playfully touching sunoo’s bare back. he smiled at this and bit your lower lip, “yours too” he compliments back as he lets his fingers dance along the hem of your underwear.

he was about to put your underwear to the side and maybe play with your clit but you broke the kiss much to his dismay. however, your nipples stood prettily infront of him and he started drooling once again. sunoo then grope one of your boob for the nth time as he sucks one and continues to hump himself above your thigh.

as you watch the scene unfold infront of your eyes, you placed your hand at the back of sunoo’s head and gave it a light pull making sunoo detach his lips on your bud. he let out a painful whine and it did awaken something in you. sunoo seems to also realize what he had done and opened his eyes as soon as the room became way too quiet. “i..” he stutters. he doesn’t know what to say but he do knows what he did and how much it affected you. “hey, you think we can switch positions?”

inhale, exhale... this isn’t the first time that you’re going to top sunoo, but there’s this different aura around you that sunoo only saw right at the moment. he feels excited and intimidated by it, but he’s surely looking forward for what’s about to come. “i want you to tell me if im being too much, okay?” you said. sunoo tilted his head to the side and gave you a confused look. “what do you plan?” you only smiled and placed a sweet kiss on his temple. “just trust me on this, okay?”

after convincing sunoo to stay still and trust you with whatever you’d do, he then watched as you settle yourself infront of him, your hand slightly brushing against his cute leopard boxers. “i noticed you really like leopard prints..” you giggled and sunoo pouted, “do i not look good with it? does it turn you off?” he whines. you chuckled with how cute he’s being. you remembered when heeseung, his friend, told you that the moment sunoo is being the cutest other than while he’s actually being cute is when he’s pouty and sulky. “you.. you really don’t like it?” he sulks. you sighed and brushed his hair back, “i like it. you look really cute with it” you said, pulling it down.

sunoo felt his stomach tighten as he’s watching you bent down and come close to his dick. “are you going to suck me off-” sunoo was cut off when instead of answering his question, you suddenly held his dick tight and started pumping faster. it was dry and hard, so you spit and used it as your lubricant. sunoo started moaning at the sensation. his head being thrown back while at that.

“im... i feel good i feel good” he said and held your hand for an attempt to slow it down. ofcourse, you weren’t bothered by his action, it just kept you pumping faster as you watch sunoo make all this lewd expressions while he shuts his eyes tight. “w- why aren’t you s- slowing down... i think im.. i think im-”

“shut up and be a good boy..” you said as you wrap your hand around his neck. sunoo immediately opened his eyes the moment he felt your hand around his neck tighten. it was so sudden and it shocked the hell out of him. you’ve never done or acted this way, but he sure is liking it. “you’re my good boy, right?” you raised a brow. sunoo instantly nodded his head while still figuring out how he’d breathe despite your hand tightening on his. “now, listen to everything that i’ll say, okay?”

“where are you going?” he asked when you stood up from the bed and walked towards somewhere. you turned around to meet his eyes and you gave the cabinet next to you a light tap. “you’re...” sunoo can’t even form words with the realization. your eyes sparkles as you pulled your vibrator he gifted you before. “whatever it is you’re thinking, i guess i must say you’re right” you giggled.

“i can’t do it...” sunoo whines. you hissed as you climb up to the bed. “hmm? then what happened to you being a good boy?” you said, acting all lovely and innocent. sunoo kept whining at that, he really can’t do it. if there’s one thing he wants the most right at this moment, its to have his release and go back to sucking your tits again. “come on.. i really can’t do it” he pleaded. “hmm... no, you have to be a good boy and not cum until i say so” you said, highly emphasizing the word until and continued to shove your vibrator on his tip with it being at the max level.

loud whines and moans escaped sunoo’s lips. his hand roams aggresively on his body, scartching or squeezing every part of it. a smile went up to your lips while watching him go wild. his mouth hanged-open and his eyes tight shut. you then traced circles around his shaft to his base, making him shiver and shake in pleasure. sunoo then held your bedsheet tightly, bucking his hips forward to meet your vibrations.

“stay still, baby” you ordered, holding his thigh down so he’d stop bucking himself up. sunoo then opened his eyes and met yours. he pouted and throwed his head back. “i want to cum... i want to cum i want to cum” he repeats. his eyes are glossy and teary, so you lowered the intensity of your vibrator and softly cupped his cheek using your left hand. “my pretty, pretty, pretty boy..” you cooed. sunoo sniffs and sighed, “you’re so pretty... be a good boy and hold it, okay? you’d do that, right?” you convince. “no.. i can’t do it i cant-” his whines was muffled when you suddenly stuffed his mouth with your boob he oh so love. “shut up and do your thing” his dick twitched at the action. heck, he really loves sucking your tits.

sunoo’s hand that was gropping the bedsheets tightly earlier flew to your free boob and started massaging it. some tears escaped his eyes as he swirls his tongue on your bud. “such a good boy” you praise and you felt him playfully biting your nipple at that. “breathe hard, baby” you said before putting the vibrator to the max level again. sunoo’s body shaked hard at this, making him detach his lips on your bud.

“it.. feels so good” he moans as he throws his head back once again. “it feels really good” he repeats as another tear fell from his eyes. “god, if you can just see how pretty you look right now” you said in awe, observing every inch of his body. from how his stomach tightens, his lewd expressions, his mouth hanged-open, his neck having that red mark from when you choked him earlier, his hair being all messy, his puffy cheeks and eyes, his tear-strained face... its all so pretty.

unable to contain anymore of this, you turned the vibrator off and placed it somewhere on the side. sunoo gasped for air with the sudden lost of pleasure and watched you slowly settle yourself on top of him. “such a good boy” you whispered before sinking down to meet his length. sunoo’s whines and moans sounds so much like heaven to your ears. you felt him squirm and you gave him a light peck for this. “do you want to cum?” you asked and he only whined for an answer. you cupped his face once again and placed your lips on his. “cum when i say so, okay?”

sunoo swears he can cum right when you started bouncing on his member. he felt another sense of satisfaction and he felt like he don’t want to cum anymore now. he wants to keep fucking you until you both tire yourself out. he doesn’t want to cum cause he knows that would ruin the momentum, but the earlier teasing had been too much for him to even continue resisting. “you feel so good~” he mumbles shyly. his baby-like voice ringing through your ears beautifully.

and when sunoo thought it couldn’t get anymore better, you pushed him down the bed while still being on top of him. you kept bouncing and grinding your hips to meet his. your tongue then fought dominance inside his mouth, and it left him gasping for an air. “im so close..” he shakily said. his whole body squirming too. “okay, cum..”

loud and whiny moans left his mouth as you gave your all out. your hips bucking down to his length, your boob stuffed on his mouth, your hand gropping and resting around his neck.. it all feels too overwhelming for him and it is sending him to the edge. tears started straining his face once again and so you used your free hand to wipe all these tears away. you placed a sweet peck on his temple to say he’s doing such a good job taking all of it..

“ah.. im gonna cum. please remove yourself” he asked. you usually would nod and remove your self when it reaches this point, but it seems like you have different plans for tonight. sunoo ofcourse realized this and he started whining loudly at this. “yah.. don’t do this to me... please remove yourself” he pleads. you only giggled and bucked your hips harder and faster.

sunoo threw his head back with his tears falling from his eyes, he can’t keep it inside anymore but he also doesn’t want to do something you guys never talked about before. he sure likes it but he doesn’t want you doing something out of pure lust and regret it later once your hormone calms down. “please.. please i think im gonna cum anytime soon. lets talk first a-about this, please?” he kept pleading but its no use.

you bent down and pecked his lips. “cum, don’t worry about anything” you seductively muttered and stuffed your boob inside his mouth again. sunoo felt his stomach tighten once again. you know he feels a different type of pleasure whenever he’s sucking your boob and you could only smile at that.

sunoo’s muffled moans ringed through your ears. both his hands that were gropping or roaming around your body found its way to your hips. he removed his lips on your bud and slightly bit it before sucking the other side. sunoo climbed his leg up to support you from above him and he started bucking his hips up to meet you halfway. “you.. everything feels so good i can’t do this anymore” he whines.

moans and whines from both you and him escaped both of your mouth, sweat dripping no matter how cold your room is. the heat of making the most hottest love you guys have ever done being paid off. “sunoo..” you moaned out. sunoo then met your eyes with his being half-lidded, “i- i love you..” he managed to said. you gave him the sweetest smile before attaching your lips to his.

“i love you more..” one last thrust and you felt sunoo’s hot seed swim through your insides. his whines and moans getting more especially loud as he waits and stay still while all his seeds are all secured inside you. both of you then gasped for air, the earlier scenarios rewinding on your minds.

you were pulled back to reality when you heard sunoo giggled. you soon joined him and he held your head down to meet his lips. “i love this night” he confessed. you smiled and went down to properly lay your back to your bed. “nights like this... should happen often, don’t you think?” you hints as sunoo only smirked, giving you the most sluttiest look he could ever give. “what do you think about... choking me more while i suck your tits?”

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a/n : and CUT! hahshahaha goddamn.... this was so hot. help me.

© sunny fucks, 2022. not proofread.

[kiskisur]

This might be a long one but hear me out…

Xiao x m!adeptus!reader

Xiao angst where we were an adeptus that went missing during the cataclysm. Xiao misses us deeply but after all these years is starting to slowly forget our facial features. 🙈 Andddd maybeeee we come back and he takes a while to recognize us.

Ty and have a nice day! 💟

ᝰ.ᐟ you know I can't fight the feeling.

warnings: angst with comfort, adeptus!male reader x xiao, he/him pronouns for [name] (you!) (sorry huhu it helps me improve my writing but I'll try in a 2nd POV maybe? ^^), reader goes missing for hundreds of years.

note: I'm so sorry it took long!! I was resting from. school but here you gooo~ I enjoyed it!!

In the heart of Liyue, where the sunlight dances on the water, [name] and Xiao found themselves in a rare moment of tranquility.

[name] grinned playfully, nudging Xiao with his elbow. "Hey, you with the brooding expression. You know, you've got this whole mysterious aura going on."

Xiao rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the hint of a smile. "I'm not trying to be mysterious. It's just... who I am."

[name] chuckled, leaning in as if he had a juicy secret to share. "Well, lucky for you, I'm the only one who gets to see through that 'mysterious' façade of yours."

Xiao raised an eyebrow, a mixture of skepticism and curiosity in his gaze. "Oh, really? And how exactly do you manage that?"

[name]'s eyes twinkled mischievously. "Simple. I see the Xiao who loves dandelion seeds flying in the wind, the one who secretly enjoys the good I make when he thinks no one's watching."

A faint blush colored Xiao's cheeks, but he crossed his arms in mock defense. "You're making things up."

[Name] pouted dramatically, feigning offense. "Hey now, I thought you'd be happy that I pay attention to these things."

Xiao's resistance finally crumbled, and he couldn't suppress a laugh. "[Name], you're unbelievable."

"That's why you love me," [name] teased, his tone turning softer.

Xiao's gaze softened as he looked at [name]. "Yeah, I do."

[name] beamed, his heart practically radiating with joy. "So, my dandelion-loving, enjoying-my-food Xiao, what's been on your mind lately?"

Xiao sighed, his expression turning more serious. "It's just...I've lived for so long, seen so much. Sometimes, the weight of time feels overwhelming."

[name] reached for Xiao's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I get it, Xiao. But remember, I'm here. We're in this together. And even when you feel like time is dragging you down, I'll be here to lift you up."

Xiao's eyes softened further, gratitude shining in his gaze. "You always know what to say."

[name] winked. "That's because I pay attention to my enigmatic, dandelion-loving boyfriend."

Xiao shook his head, unable to suppress his smile any longer. "You're incorrigible."

"But you love me for it," [name] said with a wink, pulling Xiao into a warm embrace.

One day, though, [name] disappeared. Poof. Just gone. Without a single word, leaving Xiao in a state of shock. Imagine, someone who was always in your space suddenly vanishing like an elusive treasure.

Fast forward through countless sunrises and sunsets, and Xiao's demeanor had changed. He became colder than a Cryo user in the middle of a snowstorm. The once-expressive man turned into a stoic figure, his laughter a rare occurrence, and his interactions minimal.

It's like [name]'s absence took a piece of his soul. You could see him staring into the distance, his eyes clouded with a mixture of sadness and longing. And those dandelion seeds he used to love? Well, they now seemed to remind him of [name], so they got the cold shoulder too.

Time passed. Centuries flowed by like a fast-forwarded play, and the memory of [name] started to blur like a vivid dream upon waking. Xiao's chest ached at the thought that he was forgetting [name]'s laugh, their quirky habits, and even the way their hand fit perfectly in his.

One day, he stood by the Liyue harbor, gazing out at the waves, and a wave of panic washed over him. [name] was slipping away from his mind, and he couldn't stop it. Every detail, every laugh, every touch – they were all fading, and Xiao felt like he was losing [name] all over again.

Zhongli, always the wise one, tried to console him. "Xiao, memories may fade, but the emotions you shared are timeless."

Xiao's gaze was distant, lost in the past. "How can I move on from someone I loved for hundreds of years? It's like letting go of a part of myself."

But then, a day that felt like an echo from history happened. [name] stood before him, as if time had bowed to their love. Xiao's jaw dropped, eyes wide like a Geo traveler who just found a rare artifact.

"[Name]?" he gasped, his voice a mix of shock and disbelief.

[name]'s grin was familiar, the twinkle in his eyes undiminished. "I told you I'd find my way back."

And in that moment, the years melted away, the pain dissolved, and time seemed irrelevant. Xiao rushed forward, unable to hold back his tears, his emotions like a flood bursting through a dam.

"[Name], I... I thought I'd lost you forever," he stammered, voice quivering.

[name] pulled him into a tight embrace, his warmth a reminder that they were real, that they were here. "I'm here now, Xiao. And I'm not going anywhere."

As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the weight of the centuries seemed like a distant memory. The forgotten memories resurfaced, the laughter echoed like a long-lost melody, and their love, well, it was stronger than ever. Time might have tried to erase their story, but it had failed, because in the end, love was the ultimate conqueror.

ᝰ.ᐟ and every night I feel it right now, I wish you were here with me.

[ilwonuu]

please write a smut for a jaehyun (nct) n wonwoo threesome that’d be so hot 🙈🙈

anon,,, u are living in my mind bc these are my men,,, AHHH i hope u like hehehe <3

𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗒

꧁꧂ 𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗐𝗈𝗈，，， 𝗃𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇

♔ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀- 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉， 𝖻𝖿 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗐𝗈𝗈<𝟥 ，𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅！𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗐𝗈𝗈 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆！𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅！𝗃𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇， 𝗃𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗐𝗈𝗈’𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽， 𝖽𝗈𝗆！𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗐𝗈𝗈 𝗑 𝗌𝗎𝖻！𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝖽𝗈𝗆！𝗃𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇

♔ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌- 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍，，，𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾，，， 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑（𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 ＆ 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅）， 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗌𝖾𝗑（𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗐𝗈𝗈／𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 ） 𝖺𝗐𝗄𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗆𝖾， 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄， 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌（𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅， 𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒）， 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀， 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗑， 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀， 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝗐𝗈𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗎 𝗂𝗍 𝗂 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍，，， 𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾， 𝗅𝗆𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾<𝟥

♔ 𝖺／𝗇- 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌，，， 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝖿 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 ？ 𝗂𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖾 （𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋） 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒😭

what would you do in this situation? your boyfriend has you in his lap with a soft smirk against his lips. he’s thinking of something dirty and you know it. he has had this smirk on his face most of the night. he rubs your thigh sweet before he talks.

“can i ask you about something? i want you to be honest.” he looks at you with a half smirk. “well maybe- it’s something i’ve been thinking about.” he smiles at you fully. “mhm ask away.” you look at him waiting to see what he’s going to ask. “what would you think about a threesome?” he asks casually as he adjusts his shirt.

“like, you me and another girl?” he shakes his head a little. “well yea if you wanted we could do that too but i was thinking another guy.” he says his words so casually. you were shocked at the words coming from him mouth.

“i would be into that. but who would be the guy?” wonwoo pretends to think for second before mentioning his best friend. “jaehyun?” he asks you as he looks at you with lust in his eyes. the ideas were running through his head of what they could do with you.

“that wouldn’t be weird for you?” you ask him playing with his collar facing him. “not at all. i mean to be honest i think he would be into it. i catch him looking at you all the time. but do you think he’s attractive?” you’re confused if he actually wants you to answer that question. you are froze in his lap. “i- well- wonwoo are you being like 100% serious? i don’t want you to think something thats not true. i only love you.” you reassure your boyfriend unsure as to if he needed that or not but he nods.

“yea i’m so sure baby. i know you’re mine i just thought maybe it would be fun. so do you think he’s attractive baby? if not we can think about someone else.” his gaze is harder to meet this time he looks at you. you look away from him nervously then look at him softly. “y-yea he’s attractive wonwoo.” he smiles at you words.

“yea? i’m glad you think so baby. should i call him?” he asks making a mocking face at your excited expression, especially when he mentioned the boy. you nod quickly as he grabs for his phone in his pocket. wonwoo calls the boy asking him what he thought of the idea. jaehyun was all for it saying he would be over soon. wonwoo hung up turning his attention back to you.

“see i told you baby. how can anyone resist you?” his words go straight to your cunt as you two wait for jaehyun. you are boiling with anticipation.

you can tell your boyfriend is also excited with the way his foot is tapping. jaehyun arrives suspiciously quickly. wonwoo left the front foor unlocked so the boy let’s himself in. he’s quick to meet you guys in the bedroom to see you sitting on your boyfriend’s lap.

“uh hey.” he says awkwardly waving at you and smiling innocently. wonwoo moves you off his lap to seat you next to him. “take off your clothes baby.” you turn to see wonwoo walking over to say something to jaehyun quiet enough for you not hear. you ignore the gesture as you start to strip yourself. jaehyun and wonwoo join you around the bed as you lay spread for them.

“what? are you guys just gonna stare or are you gonna fuck me?” you ask rolling your eyes trying to get a reaction. you watch jaehyun pull his shirt over his head. wonwoo moves to the side of the bed. “she’s a mouthy one.” your boyfriend rubs your cheek gently boyfriend unbuckling his pants. your mind is fighting with who to look at. jaehyun is positioning him in between your legs as wonwoo pulls his dick out of his pants.

“mm wonwoo she’s so fucking wet.” jaehyun murmurs into your skin leaving soft kisses against your thighs. “i think she likes you more than she let me to believe. huh baby? tell us.”you shake your head yes. “mm y-yes jaehyun is so sexy. i’m so wet for you both.” your boyfriend leans down a bit to look in between your legs. he takes two fingers, coating them with your arousal. wonwoo sucks in the fingers with a hum. “oh yea? damn baby- it’s so fucking good.” you moan at the feeling as you watch jaehyun spread your legs.

“open your mouth.” he grabs your face to look his direction before watching you open your mouth for him. “good girl. you listen so well.” his words are making more arousal gush out of you. jaehyun licks a long wet stripe against your folds causing you to moan loudly. wonwoo quickly shuts you up by shoving thick dick into your mouth.

“fuck baby-“ wonwoo throws his head back as he starts to fuck your mouth. jaehyun is rather content with eating you out like his life depends on it. his tongue works hard against your sensitive area. your moans sending vibrations through your boyfriends cock.

“fuck- you can take it all. good fucking girl.” he watches as you struggle to take all of his dick into your mouth. but he smiles at how much you’re trying to take more. you grind mindlessly against jaehyuns face. he pulls away to leave more wet kisses against your thighs. “fuck- can i fuck you?” jaehyun asks you but looks directly at your boyfriend. “go ahead jae. you can fuck her.” wonwoo gives permission on his part but jaehyun looks at you for a response now. wonwoo pulls his dick out of your mouth so you can respond verbally. your mouth leaves him with a loud pop.

“p-please jaehyun fuck m-me.” your boyfriend laughs at your desperate response. “open your mouth.” he says to you again as you open your mouth as soon as the words leave his lips. wonwoo groans as he slides his dick back into your mouth. his pace his fast as he fucks your face. “so g-good shit.” your boyfriend groans as you gag.

jaehyun pushes his shorts & boxers down to pull out his dick. “you’re so pretty.” jaehyun whispers to you before lining up with you. he slowly pushes in causing you to moan out. jaehyun and wonwoo were about the same size so adjusted pretty quick.

“fuck- im not gonna last.” jaehyun already says after the first couple of thrusts. “s-shit how do you do this she’s so fucking tight.” jaehyun moans deeply as he holds your hips in place. “i-i know- she’s fucking perfect.” your boyfriend groans as he fucks you mouth harder.

“s-shit gonna cum in your mouth baby.” the sight of the two boys is overwhelming. the fact that they’re talking about you right in front of you turns you on more. wonwoo pants your throat with his cum as a low groan slips from his mouth. “swallow it- like that. my good girl.” he wipes the fallen cum off your chin with his thumb. “take it all baby.” you lick the cum off his thumb with the best of your ability with the pace jaehyun is fucking you at. you throw your head back when jaehyun starts to quicken his pace.

“f-fuck jae.” you moan as you reach for your boyfriends arm for stability. wonwoo smirks at you as he takes a gentle seat next to you. your head is slightly leaning against him. “that feel good baby? you’re taking it like a good girl. maybe next time you’ll let us both fuck you at the same time?” wonwoo asks you but he knows you won’t answer fully. you moan in response.

“fuck- you gonna cum? you’re clenching around me so much.” jaehyun leans down to kiss your chest. you nod at jaehyun as your legs shake a little. “use your words baby.” wonwoo says to you as more of a command. “g-gonna cum jae oh fuck- feels so good.” you moan loudly as you feel your boyfriend’s finger against your clit.

“good girl. cum all over his cock baby don’t hold back.” his finger moves quick with jaehyuns thrusts. you see stars when you cum. your orgasm made your body shake harder than usual. the overwhelming feeling of both of them. “oh- fuck.” you try to calm yourself down as you catch your breath. jaehyun pulls out of you with a pant as he cums on your stomach.

“you okay baby? jaehyun fuck you too good?” he chuckles at his words. jaehyun pulls out of you joining in on the laughter. “yea i’m okay- that was really good but i wanted you to fuck me too.” you pout as you see the two of them getting their clothes back on. “be patient baby we can always have more fun later?” he looks at you and jaehyun with a smile. jaehyun replies with a nod.

“shit i thought this was one time. i’m down for anything.” jaehyun’s response making you and wonwoo laugh.