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eloves-writes · 6 months

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careful who you’re talking to

[coriolanus snow x reader]

desc: snow hears a conversation with the academy boys about the girl he is secretly seeing and wants them to know who you belong to warnings: snow being snow like fr (toxic, controlling, insane, blah blah blah), smut, exhibitionism, public sex, unwarranted sexual comments about reader behind her back, she/her pronouns used, reader is wearing a dress, if i need to add any other warnings please lmk a/n: hiiiii! i'm back again. this is slightly unhinged and i didn't mean for it to be this unhinged but anyway hope u enjoy, send any and all coriolanus requests my way! mwah mwah mwah ily this work contains mature themes, minors dni

it was a cold night in the capitol, and you were steadily sipping a glass of posca to keep warm in your blood-red dress. the silky material was slit up your leg and cut down to reveal just the right amount of cleavage; you might feel a chill but you looked damn good and everybody knew it.

especially coriolanus snow. the two of you had been spending a lot of time together recently- behind bookshelves in the library, in dark corners of the academy halls, bend over desks in empty classrooms. it had begun as purely physical. stress relief. but after a month or so, you had each caught feelings for the other and were struggling with whether or not to admit it. and in that moment, he was also struggling tremendously to take his eyes off of you.

you stood talking across the room with arachne and livia, unable to concentrate on whatever meaningless gossip they were discussing with the feeling of coriolanus’ ice blue eyes on you; there was an electric thrill passing between you like you were connected with a live wire. to say your relationship so far had been hot and heavy would be an extremely severe understatement, and you found your mind constantly occupied with the thought of him touching you and the need to have him touch you again.

“i think y/n is checking me out,” festus creed smirked to the group of boys around him.

coriolanus almost snorted in amusement. you were obviously looking at him, and only him.

“something funny, snow?” gaius asked sharply. “jealous, perhaps?”

snow reserved his irritation. “not at all, breen.”

“whoever she is looking at,” felix stated earnestly, “i’m certainly jealous of them. i mean, just look at her. she looks fucking hot.”

festus nodded in agreement. “i’d love to rip that dress off of her. she acts so innocent, but you just know she likes it rough.”

coriolanus felt his blood boil. you were his. how dare they talk about you like you were a common whore? perhaps you did like it rough. he would know, he was the one fucking you. not these basic capitol losers. none of them could make you scream the way he did. none of them had scratches down their backs beneath their shirts from your nails. only he did. only he ever would, and he would make sure it stayed that way.

the other boys laughed, agreeing with festus. adding on their own ideas. detailing the ways they’d make you fuck them. describing the times you had supposedly sent them signals. assuming that you did not already belong to snow, that you would even think about going near them. that you would get on your knees for them like you always did for coriolanus.

he couldn’t listen to them any longer. “she’s seeing somebody,” he jeered, fixing the cuffs of his jacket and making definitive, unquestionable eye contact with you and subtly tilting his head towards the exit.

festus laughed incredulously. “is she now? i think we’d have heard.”

oh you’ll hear it alright.

“yes,” coriolanus replied with a chilling calm, watching you make your way to the door. “if you’ll excuse me.”

on the steps outside the ridiculously grand building, you waited patiently for snow to follow you out. it was only a few minutes before you heard the door open again, turning to face corio and immediately sensing anger. you worried, sometimes, about his anger. you knew he wouldn’t seriously harm you, but the same could most certainly not be said for any others who dared cross his path. the future president of panem could only afford so much blood on his hands.

“what’s wrong, coriolanus?” you asked gently.

he inhaled deeply and stared into your eyes in a way that strongly suggested you would be unable to walk the next morning. you waited for him to answer.

“you shouldn’t have worn that dress," he warned.

“what?”

“you heard me.”

either the cold or a fucked up part of you sent shivers down your spine, hairs standing up on your neck. your underwear dampened at his fury.

“i thought you would like it, corio,” you flirted, stepping closer to him. he placed a large, firm hand on your waist.

“i do like it, y/n,” he said before speaking in a low voice. “i would like it better if you took it off.”

you smiled and leaned up to kiss him, but he turned his head. you pulled a face in protest.

“behave,” he spat. “so desperate. do you not want to know why you shouldn’t have worn this?”

“yes, corio,” you replied, doing your best impression of somebody who wasn’t about to throw yourself on top of him. he liked when you were patient.

“because every man in that room wants to see it on their bedroom floor," he attested lowly.

“and you’re jealous,” you smirked.

coriolanus suddenly grabbed a fistful of your hair and roughly pulled your head backwards so that your face was tilted towards his. “and nobody else should be looking at you like that.”

a jolt of excitement ran through you. “corio-”

he gave your hair another tug. “say you’re mine.”

“am i yours?”

he realised instantly the meaning of your question. he didn’t have to think about his reply; he had thought about it every waking moment since the day you met. “you’re mine. say it.”

“i’m yours.”

“good girl,” snow spoke deeply before kissing you like he’d never kissed you before. without breaking apart from your lips, coriolanus guided you around to the side of the building. he counted the windows you passed until finally stopping by one that was cracked open and pushing you against the cold wall. as he removed his jacket and unfastened his belt, he looked inside the hall and you assumed he was checking no one was looking. he wasn’t. he was making sure that festus creed and the other boys were still stood in the same spot; directly in front of this particular window, and far enough from the rest of the partygoers that only the boys would hear you.

you gathered the skirt of your dress at your waist and wrapped your legs around corio’s sturdy form as he reached to move your underwear to the side. he circled your clit until you were practically whimpering, then slid two fingers inside of you.

“corio, feels so good,” you moaned softly.

he kept his same pace with his fingers, fucking you into a state of bliss where he knew you would be uninhibited and so drunk with his stimulation that people would think you’d finished every glass of posca in this stupid party. coriolanus was too good at what he was doing, you were on the edge of release within minutes and still desperately trying to quiet yourself in the name of dignity.

“corio, please, corio, i’m so close,” you whimpered into his neck.

he pulled away his hand, making you whine in displeasure. he liked to do that. liked to know he was in complete control of you, you would only cum when he willed it.

corio looked through the window again, but the boys had yet to hear anything out of the ordinary. they were still laughing amongst themselves. he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, using the slick on from your pussy to stroke himself before he pushed inside of you.

you tried again to stay quiet, but coriolanus began to coax you. “look at you, taking me so well. you wouldn’t let anybody else fuck you like this, would you? who makes you feel this good, huh?”

you couldn’t hold back anymore, his beautiful face spewing such foul things whilst fucking you raw and digging his fingertips into your flushed skin. “you do, corio. fuck,” you moaned, loudly enough that festus turned to look outside.

coriolanus smirked as they made eye contact. the initial confusion about the sounds coming from outside, the look of shock as he realised his classmate was balls deep in a girl he had pushed against the exterior of a building in the damn capitol, his face finally dropping as he realised who corio was fucking by the colour of your messed up hair and the visible strap of your dress, his eyes widening as he heard the things snow was saying to you.

your moans were getting louder too as you got even closer to your orgasm, whimpering corio’s name and repeating “i’m yours,” like a mantra.

snow took his gaze from the boys to you, feeling satisfied that he’d proved his point and starting to performatively enjoy himself, knowing yours weren't the only eyes on him. his pace quickened, driving you over the edge and making you clench around him as you came. he moaned aloud himself as continued to fuck you through your high and the overstimulation that came after until he finished inside of you.

you were completely fucked out, relishing the feeling of snow’s cum beginning to drip down your thighs after he swiftly removed your underwear to fold into his back pocket. he picked his discarded jacket up from the floor and placed it over your shoulders, kissing your head and leading you to the front of the building and helping you into a car which would take you both home. before you walked away from the window though, coriolanus smoothly pulled your lace panties from his pocket and waved them nonchalantly in the night air, catching the attention of the rest of the group. you would never have to know why he fucked you, only that the boys would stop bothering you now they knew who you belonged to.

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churipu · 6 months

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I love you so so much omg ur posts, ur content, un vibe everything. you’re so so nice and yet you have me crying over every single post because of how good this is. Like yesterday i had a whole debate talking to myself abt how good of a person you were and how the likes were not doing you justice.. usually I never send requests mostly because i’m scared they take a look at it and be like “you cannot be srs”. Idk if it makes sense but oh well😭😭

can i request u make a scenario where the reader is insecure and worried their partner is going to leave them for someone prettier but they dont say anything and just start to distance themselves from them from how big of a toll it was taking on the reader? thank you sm😭🫶🏽

YOU BEING INSECURE + JJK MEN

featuring. gojo satoru, nanami kento, sukuna ryomen x reader

warning. cursing

note. ANON YOU'RE SO SWEET OMG BRB SOBBING HAVE ABIG FAT KISS, and i love this request so much, you don't have to worry <33 thank you for requesting my love, sorry it took so long :')

GOJO SATORU. even if gojo didn't seem like the type to be aware of his surroundings — he is very much aware. behind those blindfolds and dark glasses, his eyes darts everywhere, making sure everything is fine. even if one small thing is different to his eyes, he'll notice.

so when you began distancing yourself from him, he notices off the bat. but decided to say nothing just to make sure of it, gojo did not want to jump into conclusions. it started off as you telling him that you're busy to go on dates, or even declining his offers when he wanted to come over to your place.

he didn't think much of it until it visibly worsened, you looked miserable. when he sees you, it was like the shine in your eyes have gone away — gojo didn't know what happened, but he automatically assumed that he was behind the disappearance of it. when he asks you if you were okay, you brushed him off with a forced out smile, and he was dying to push you to just tell him everything.

but he didn't. he was afraid that if he'd push you, it would spiral an argument. for a while, he was walking on eggshells around you, you were like a ticking time bomb ready to blow up at any minute.

it was gnawing internally in gojo's mind, what did he do? what happened to you? what happened to y/n?

his y/n.

so when shoko drops the bomb on him, asking if he had broken up with you. gojo was mortified, is that what it looks like to other people? him and you calling it off? he was terrified, scared, nervous. the strongest sorcerer. yeah — he was scared.

and so he felt like it was a now or never situation.

"y/n, can we talk?"

you grimaced at his soft voice, wondering if this is the part where he's had enough and decided he'd leave you. but you nodded your head, your mind was ready, you were ready to hear it, those words: "i want to break up with you."

"please talk to me. i can't do this whole...you avoiding me, tell me what's bothering you...please." the desperation in his voice was visible, almost as if he was in the verge of tears.

his cerulean eyes were filled with such hopelessness, one you've never seen even when he was fighting a curse. you widened your eyes and inhaled sharply, "i...i'm sorry, satoru."

that was all you managed to muster up and gojo was clueless, he needed more answers, he needed answers to why you were like this, "baby, i don't... is it me? did i do anything wrong to you? please tell me, don't run away.. let me make it up to you."

it pained you to see that he thinks it was him, when it was you behind this. you shook your head, "'s not you 'ts me."

and that made gojo even more terrified than he already is, a lot of questions spiraling in his mind, did you find someone else? did you get bored of him? were you finally breaking up with him because of his constant bothering? so many questions.

"i just...there're so many more people prettier than i am. i just can't stop thinking about it. you leaving and all. 'm sorry i distanced myself from you." when you said that, gojo felt like half of his questions were all useless and he felt a bit relieved to finally get an answer to his speculations.

gojo wasted no time pulling you into his embrace, he needed it, you needed it. both of you needed it just as much, you felt so small in his embrace, head buried into his chest. gojo didn't move a bit, fearing if he moved at all — you'd break, you looked so fragile and so dainty, it scares him.

"i..love you so much." was all he could say,

"'ts you, 'ts you that i love. it hurts me to hear you talk like that." you felt like shit, you really do — so you said nothing back, you kept your face hidden in his chest.

and gojo didn't pry you away, he just needed to be close to you, "sorry."

that was when he pulled away, "you don't have to be sorry, but please talk to me, 'ts not fair if we're happy together and you have to be sad alone.." you hated crying in front of people, especially gojo, and he knew that about you.

so when you cried in that moment, gojo knew this wasn't something light — he didn't need any more explaining from you, he was just there by your side the whole night. and the next day. the next week. month. year. both of you never spoke of it again.

he's in love with you and nobody could change that, he thinks you're the prettiest anyways.

NANAMI KENTO. nanami's eyes are always on you. nobody else. and everyone knows that.

everyone except for you, unfortunately.

usually he comes home and you were always there to greet him, with a hug and kiss. it was an inseparable combo he made a routine, but for the past couple of days — he hasn't been getting that.

instead, he was greeted with silence. and just from the second time, he knew that something was definitely wrong with you. he'll find you curled up in bed, under the covers like it was the only thing that mattered in the world; but he tries to see it as a sign of exhaustion.

nanami watches your every move, for the past couple of days. you have been out of it. to the point where it was plain obvious and nanami tries asking about it, but you tell him it was just because of the stress. a sweetheart he is, he tries telling you to get some rest from work — he'd even excuse you if it's needed, but you tell him that wasn't needed and that you were fine.

obviously lying. he could see it, smell it, hear it.

it was suffocating. everything was suffocating to you, it's like everything was slowly masticating on every fiber in your body. you wanted to just, drop down and cry but whenever you try to, you just end up sitting on the floor blankly staring at nothing.

it scares yourself sometimes how empty your eyes look.

you wouldn't be surprised if nanami didn't come back home one day because he's so fed up — that's what you've been planting in you. that nanami would leave you for prettier people, for people who don't overthink, people who are generally better than you.

"y/n?"

oh. you didn't even hear him come home, you sat on the bedroom floor trying to push yourself up. and you couldn't even do that, so when nanami opens the bedroom door, seeing you on the floor — he said nothing, not even a hello.

nanami just scoops you into his arms and lays you down on the bed mutely, his slender fingers brushing your hair, "i love you," he murmurs quietly.

that was enough to make tears dwell up at the corner of your eyes, and he said nothing, grazing your tears away, "'m sorry. 'm so sorry, kento."

nanami didn't understand why you were apologizing, he hushed you, cradling you in his embrace as you let your tears free fall, "why are you sorry?"

that's when it struck you, why were you apologizing?

nanami didn't question you any further but he held you close, pressing chaste kisses onto your forehead, "is something in your mind?" you nodded slowly, "do you want to tell me about it?"

you nodded, inhaling sharply, "i just don't feel pretty enough...i feel like you deserve better than me, ken."

nanami laced your fingers with his, kissing your knuckles, "why do you say such things?" you didn't answer him, and it just breaks his heart even more, "you're perfect for me."

his words fall into deaf ears, but you didn't continue saying your worries, you just feel like nanami gets a gist of it. nanami didn't leave your side, cradling you in his arms like you're the most fragile being, "i love you," he kissed your forehead, "so much," and he kisses your lips.

nanami makes sure to spend every second telling you how much he loves you, telling you how beautiful you are, and how you're the most perfect for him.

SUKUNA RYOMEN. he hates it when you ignore him without any explanations, he's told you before, "if you have anything to say, say it to my face, don't ignore me."

but this feels like something you couldn't tell him, how you feel. it's obvious that you were distancing yourself from him, when he calls you, you sometimes pretend like you didn't hear him — and when he confronts you later, you tell him that you just didn't hear his calls.

"you're ignoring me, hm?"

"what? no— i just didn't hear you calling out to me."

don't even try to lie to him because he will always confront you about it, he sees right through you and your lies. the second time you try to run away from him when he calls out to you, he wastes no time holding you in place; confronting you right at that moment.

"why're you running away, brat?"

"i...oh, i didn't realize you were here, ryo." sukuna clicks his tongue in mere annoyance — what a bad actor you are, it's so ridiculous sukuna wanted to just burst out into laughter.

"bullshit. why're you avoiding me?"

that was it. you were cornered just like that. sighing, there isn't any way out unless you tell him — sukuna just won't let you go unless you tell him everything behind your recent behaviors.

"just don't feel pretty enough for you," you mutter out, avoiding his sharp gaze, "i feel like you can do much better than me. you deserve better than me."

sukuna gave you nothing but a mere smirk, pushing his lips onto yours. god, he didn't want to admit it — but he hates the way you talk shit about yourself, if he could tell you everything that he loves about you, he would. but he didn't because he's a jackass (and he's too shy to tell you that).

"that's it?" that's it? that's it?

you were about to push him away when he gives you that glare of his, "which person has been making you think like that?"

"no one. me."

he flicks your forehead, "then stop."

if only it was that easy, you grumbled at his response, and said nothing else so you could just leave. but sukuna, despite his ignorant answers always makes sure that you never run away from him anymore, he's a lot more touchy than usual — and he (tries) to compliment you and your appearance.

keyword: tries

he fails at it though. but you gave him kudos for trying, that's all that matters, really. that he makes you feel loved.

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drudyslut · 1 month

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what about reader is pregnant and rafe lovessssss her big and swollen boobs

i love this duo. pregnant/mom reader with rafe🙂‍↕️ so thank u for sending this in!

CW: pregnant!reader, titty sucking and grabbing, lowkey canon rafe, but he’s also down bad for reader n her tits.

note: there was two ways i could have taken this, and i chose this. hope y’all enjoy!🥰

He had always loved your tits. From the moment you had met him, Rafe was always touching your boobs in some way.

Whether it was grabbing at them with his hands any and everywhere, or laying his head on them when he slept, — saying they were his ‘pillows’ — Rafe was obsessed with your boobs.

But, since he’d knocked you up, and your tits had grew a significant amount — all swollen and big — Rafe was even more obsessed with them.

You were currently in the shower, trying to soothe your aching boobs when the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing catches your attention.

“Rafe?” you said softly, knowing it was him.

He didn’t respond though.

You furrowed your brows in confusion, shaking your head softly before you moved back under the stream of hot water pouring from the shower. Your right hand softly gripped one of your tits, massaging it softly to try and relieve some of the pressure you were feeling.

Squeezing your eyes shut and focusing on soothing the pain you were feeling, you didn’t hear the shower door open, or Rafe stepping inside behind you. His strong arms wrapping around your waist had you jumping, eyes popped open and a small scream coming from you.

“Oh fuck, Rafe! What’re you-” you tried asking, but his hands gripping harshly at your tits had you clamping your mouth shut.

“Shhhh, let me take care of you baby girl, you’re in pain, huh?”

You sighed, your eyes fluttering shut again as his large palms gently massaged your tits, making the intense pressure on them subside.

“Y-Yeah… They’re so swollen and they hurt, Rafe..”

Rafe shushed you once again, continuing the gentle squeezing and kneading movements with his hands.

A moan slips past your lips, “Rafe.. That feels..”

“Good?” He finishes your thought for you.

You nod your head, “Yeah.. So good.”

Rafe dips his head down, leaving a kiss on your shoulder and neck before he whispers in your ear, “Your tits are so beautiful, baby. So fuckin’ swollen and big.. Just wanna suck on them.”

His hands squeezed at your breasts harder, making your knees feel weak. You moaned again, Rafe growling in your ear before he drops his hands and spins your body around to face him, pressing your back into the cold shower wall.

“Gonna suck on these perfect tits baby, gonna make the pain go away. Just relax f’me, aight?”

You nod your head, letting out a breathless, “yeah.”

Next thing you knew, Rafe was lifting you into his arms, your swollen, pregnant belly pushing into his firm chest. You opened your mouth to tell him you’re too heavy for him to be holding right now, but a moan slips out instead when Rafe wraps his lips around your hardened nipple.

He sucked hard, nipping at the pebbled bud with his teeth and dragging it out before releasing it, moving his mouth to the other breast and repeating his actions.

Rafe licked, bit, and sucked on your tits, your mind going fuzzy from how good he was making you feel, the pain from mere minutes ago long forgotten now.

“Shit, Rafe… Feels so good, please, don’t stop.”

Rafe bites at your nipple again before releasing it and looking into your eyes, “Wasn’t planning on it, sweetheart. These tits are so fucking beautiful as is, but goddamn, they’re so sexy right now. Swollen and big, gonna have to keep you knocked up forever just so your tits stay like this.”

You giggled, slapping at his chest. “I don’t think I can do this too many times, baby. My whole body hurts, but, I’ll let you knock me up a few more times to get your fix of my big, swollen boobs.”

Rafe smiled widely, his blue eyes shining with adoration and excitement. “Sounds good to me. Now relax, and let me take care of my girl.”

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linopls · 9 months

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birthday boys pt 2

part one is here ! jisung x fem!reader x felix, college au summary: to celebrate your boyfriend and roommates birthday, you all play a fun drinking game which reveals something about your boyfriend. warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, alcohol, threesome, unprotected (wrap it before u tap it pls), voyeurism/exhibitism, cuckolding (kinda?), oral (fem receiving), a little more degradation, a lot of praising, nipple play, p in v, cum tasting 2.2k words

“will you let felix and me take care of you now?”

jisung holds out his hand to help you up off your knees and onto the bed. he pulls down the covers and the three of you slide underneath. you’re facing jisung and he slowly brings you into a messy kiss. felix slots himself right behind you and begins to kiss at your shoulders, he traces his fingers along the pattern of your lacy lingerie.

“you’re so beautiful, love. did you know that?” felix whispers into your ears, sending a cold shiver down your spine.

you moan into jisung’s mouth and he pulls away. “felix asked you a question, baby.”

“yes, lixie, sungie tells me all the time.” you feel yourself slowly drift into the warm headspace where you no longer have to think because you know these boys will take care of you. jisung starts to kiss down on your collarbone and felix guides your head to the side to kiss him.

jisung moves his hand up your back and starts to fiddle with the lingerie strap. as the bralette starts to slide off your arms, felix pulls away from the kiss and takes the bra, folds it nicely and sets it on the nightstand.

“those are expensive,” he whispers. “don’t want anything to happen to it, i’d like to see you in it again.”

your eyes roll back, the thought of this being a recurring thing sounded like a dream. felix catches the look on your face and chuckles before sliding one of his hands around to your front, cupping one breast in his hand. jisung begins to work on the other with his mouth, sucking and biting down on it until it elicits a reaction from you. your back arches and you moan loudly as both boys work on your breasts.

jisung stops suddenly and looks up, “felix, would you like to taste her?”

if it was possible for you to be any wetter, you would be now. felix kisses your cheek once last time before fully sliding underneath the covers to be face to face with your clothed cunt. jisung pulls back the covers and moves himself to sit behind you so you are propped up and can watch.

“love, you’ve soaked through your panties,” felix says, putting his hands on your thighs to spread your legs. your head rolls back and you make eye contact with jisung who is looking down at you with awe and admiration.

felix places a gentle kiss to your clothed clit and you whimper in response. jisung snakes his hands around to your breasts and begins to gently squeeze at them. the feeling of the two most beautiful boys you’ve ever met taking their time with you could bring you to tears. felix licks a long stripe from the bottom of your core to where he kissed.

“p-please don’t tease,” you whine.

“hmm, that’s ironic of you to say, baby,” jisung giggles into your ear.

“i won’t, love, i won’t.” felix hooks one of his fingers into the waistband of your and uses his other hand to lift your legs above his head. he gently slides your panties off your legs and kisses down the back of your thighs. once he reaches the bottom of your thighs he slowly parts your legs.

“wow,” he whispers and places another soft kiss to your now unclothed clit.

jisung his hands off your breasts and places them on your knees, fully parting your legs for felix to admire your sweetness. “isn’t she pretty?”

“so fucking pretty,” felix groans. he starts to lick, at a slow and agonizing pace, at your clit. you moan and whine in response and lay your head back on jisung’s shoulder.

“is felix making you feel good?” jisung asks.

“s-so good, so good,” you whimper.

your hips start to grind down onto felix’s face to feel more of his tongue. felix slides his arms under you thighs and wraps his arms fully around them, halting you of any movement. he slides his tongue starts working wonders on your clit again. your moans become uncontrollable, the body heat of the two beautiful boys around you is enough to drive you insane let alone the naughty acts being done to you. felix then moves down to your hole, jisung takes this opportunity to slide one of his hands down to your clit, rubbing small circles on it.

“fuck,” you moan loudly, back arching off of jisung. both the boys take that as a cue to start working faster. felix pulls your cunt closer to his face, if that was even possible, and rapidly fucks your hole with his tongue.

jisung pulls his fingers into your mouth, “suck.” you eagerly comply, swirling your tongue around his digits before he quickly retakes his position rubbing small, but quicker, circles around your sensitive bud.

the pleasure is insane, nothing like you’ve ever felt before. yes, jisung was amazing in bed and you’ll always think that, but the extremely erotic scene of being eaten out by his best friend was something that made your heart race. your hips unconsciously try to buck up into felix’s face, but his firm grip on your thighs has you moving nowhere.

tears begin to stream down your face as the familiar knot begins to brew in your core. you start to babble a stream of ‘yes’, ‘fuck’, ‘oh my god’, and ‘please’’s. jisung moves one of his hands to your breast, circling and pinching at your sensitive nipples.

“can i please cum? please,” you beg.

“asking for permission,” jisung teases. “you are such a good and pretty girl, hmm. felix what do you think?”

you feel felix mumble a ‘mhm’ into your cunt in response, not breaking contact for a second.

“go ahead baby, cum for us, please,” jisung whispers into your ear.

waves of pleasure take over your body, your back arching completely off of jisung, and tears flooding down your face. whimpers, whines, and moans spill from your mouth as the two boys work you through your orgasm. as you lay your head back onto jisung’s shoulder and your breathing slow, he pulls his fingers away. felix finally breaks from your core and looks up at you. your release shining all over his face and his pupils blown wide.

felix starts to crawl back up to sit with you, when you take notice is cock is fully erect and leaking again. jisung must notice too as he asks, “would you like to fuck her?”

felix’s face flushes pink, “can i?” he asks you.

with the little strength you have left you nod.

“do i need a-” felix starts.

“no, y/n likes to be filled like the little slut she is,” jisung interrupts and you moan.

“jesus fuck.” felix’s eyes roll back and he aligns himself with your entrance. “are you sure, love?”

“mhm,” you nod.

felix slowly slides himself in with a loud moan. the feeling of his long cock dragging against your velvet walls has both you and felix’s eyes rolling back into your head. felix takes his hands and places them on the underside of your knees, pushing your legs back slightly. the new and deep feeling has you seeing stars. felix was semi-right, he wasn’t has thick as jisung, but he was longer. as the head of his cock hits new spots on your cervix, he stops and looks into your eyes once again, silently asking for permission.

your eyes must’ve answered for you. felix begins to slide out slowly, but before fully removing his cock he slams back into your tight hole. the feeling unconsciously releasing a moan from your mouth. he does this a couple more, painfully slow, times but he starts to pick up the pace until he’s fucking into your cunt at an animalistic pace. his head rolls back in pleasure and his low grunts drive you insane. jisung slides one of his hands back down to your clit and begins to rub quick circles on it. you’ve never felt more pleasure in your life.

“that feel good, love?” felix grunts, not stopping his pace for a second. all your able to do in whine back.

“answer his question, baby,” jisung says, his free hand tangling into you hair and pulling back on it. “or are you being fucked too stupid you can’t think.”

you’re sobbing at this point, wanting nothing more than to cum all over felix and then pass out.

jisung scoffs, “stupid, stupid slut, hmm?”

felix laughs, “ you’re taking me so fucking well, you’re gonna make me cum inside your pretty hole. do you want me to do that?”

you moan loudly in response and frantically nod your head. “yes, yes, yes please lix,” you whine.

“will you cum with me baby?” he asks and you nod. “good, then cum for us, please.”

as soon as he finishes his sentence you’re seeing white, the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had washes over you. you feel felix’s cock twitch and his warm seed fill your throbbing, wet cunt. you gripping onto the arm that jisung is using to toy with your clit and dig your nails into his skin. felix and jisung both slow down their pace as your body begins to go limp.

your eyes are closed, you don’t have the strength to open them. you feel jisung move out from behind you but not letting your body fall. felix slowly pulls out of you and moves to take jisung’s place behind you. jisung then takes felix’s place and lines himself up with your entrance.

jisung slowly pushes himself in, the stretch of his thickness giving a good burning feeling to your core. felix holds one of your limp legs open with one hand and moves two fingers in front of your mouth.

“suck,” he says firmly. you do without question.

once jisung fully pushes himself inside of you, he groans. “my beautiful, fucked out baby, can you give us one more, please? for the birthday boys?”

you had almost forgotten your name, its not shocking you could barely remember why you were in this situation. you mumble a soft ‘mhm’ and jisung begins to fucking his throbbing cock into your slick hole. you’re so fucked out at this point that all that comes out of your mouth is occasional whimpers. tears begin streaming down your face again as felix takes his fingers from your mouth and moves them down to your clit, pinching and rubbing your bud very gently.

“you’ve done so well for us,” jisung praises.

“this is the best birthday present i could ever ask for.” you can hear felix’s smile in his voice.

jisung moans and quickens his pace. “felix has prepared you so nice for me. do you want me to fill you as well?”

your too weak to response, but the way your cunt tightens around jisung’s cock gives him his answer.

“i’m gonna fill you so good,” jisung grunts, starting to pound into you like never before. “gonna fill you til both our cum is dripping out of your tight fucking cunt.”

“please,” you whisper.

jisung smirks and felix finally begins to quicken his pace on your clit, stopping every so often to pinch it between his two fingers.

“gonna take both of our cum like the good girl you are?” felix whispers into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. you gather your strength to nod frantically.

“c-close,” you mumble. “please.”

“gonna cum on my cock baby?” jisung asks, grabbing both of your legs and pulling them over his shoulders. you nod again. “you can cum whenever you’re ready, baby.”

felix moves your hair behind your ear and puts his soft lips up to it. “come on, pretty cumslut, you can do it.”

that brings both you and jisung to your orgasms. much more intense than the first two. your eyes are rolling back into your head and your back arches. you feel your wetness seep out around jisung's cock. you feel jisung's seed painting your walls as he's spilling out 'i love you' over and over again.

after fucking you through your third orgasm, jisung quickly pulls out to watch both his and felix’s cum spill out of your cunt. felix dips his finger into your hole to gather the cum spilling out of his and brings it to your lips. you quickly take his digits in your mouth and swirl your tongue around them til they’re clean.

jisung disappears for a second and felix is whispering in your ear about what a pretty and good girl you are. your ears are still ringing from your three insane orgasms so you can’t really make out what he’s saying. jisung returns with a towel and starts to wipe your legs and core clean, he’s complimenting you as well. the only words you can make out for sure is “i love you”.

the two boys are talking and next thing you know you're being carried into felix’s room bridal style. jisung leaves and felix crawls into bed with you. jisung returns quickly? you’re not sure of time anymore and crawls into the bed behind you. the two pepper soft kisses all over your body and you start to return from your haze.

“are you feeling okay, baby?” jisung asks.

“mhm,” you mumble.

“ready for bed?” felix asks while placing a kiss to your forehead.

“mhm,” you mumble again. before you can hear either of their responses you’re out like a light.

thank you all for your support on pt 1! i hope you enjoyed pt 2.

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aemondsladywife · 2 years

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His Lady Wife

aemond targaryen x reader

author's note: eek this is my first angst fic and i have no idea if its good so please leave comments and feedback!! its very loosely based off othello with ofc aemond as othello and the reader as desdemona. this can be read alongside my other aemond x reader but also can be read alone!! i am working on part two for my other aemond x reader but i'm struggling w ideas so please drop me a message if you have any!! also please comment if you'd like to be added to my aemond x reader taglist <3

genre: very angsty, prepare for tears

the love between aemond and his dear wife would be in the history books one day, he was sure of it. there would be songs, poems and ballads written about the ardent love between them. a love which their great, great grandchildren would aspire to have. their love was refreshing in the court, all the other marriages were ones of duty but theirs was one of love.

that was until everything tumbled down. when you first became with child, you were estatic, you ran to tell your husband, who was over the moon. however, rumours had spread of your infidelity, that you had laid with one of the knights of the kingsguard and that you were pregnant with a bastard. at first, aemond didn't believe it, his beloved wife would never do such a thing. but he started to let his self doubt overcome his love for you.

"have you seen the knight? he's a far better swordsman and far better looking than the prince, you can't blame the princess."

aemond became overcome with jealousy and insecurity. it made sense to him, why would someone as perfect as you be with something as blemished as him.

then there was the stocking incident. one of your stockings, with your initials on it was found where the kingsguard trained which led everyone, including king aegon and prince aemond to believe you to be unfaithful.

you were walking in the gardens when you saw your husband. you had a smile on your face whilst your husband barely made eye contact with you. "what is it my love, you have been ignoring me?" you asked with concern evident in your voice.

"do not call me your love when you are carrying anothers bastard." aemond replied sharply.

"you do not believe the rumours? do you? aemond i love you, you know that? please don't do this." you took a step back and could feel your voice falter.

"i have arranged for our chambers to be separated. your maids will know where it is they will take you. the king was ready to have you killed but your family are needed." he said quickly and walked straight past you. it hurt him to see that he hurt you. he wanted to go back and apologise but his pride and insecurity got the better of him.

being isolated took a toll on you and your pregnancy. you were struggling greatly with no husband or friends in court other than your handmaid who you appreciated greatly. you saw how your mother was when she was pregnant and she wasn't anywhere near as unwell as you were. you were going to send a letter to your parents asking for their guidance but decided against it, you didn't want your father to storm down kings landing. breakfast, lunches and dinners you would spend alone in your small chambers as your husband refused to be in the same room as you, which hurt you greatly. you loved aemond so dearly, you went for spending to everyday together to months apart. most days you would spend weeping in your chambers praying to the gods for any form of relief. you preferred staying in your chambers than walking around court. you would recieve stares, looks and laughs from everyone around. it broke your heart, you had good relationships with everyone, with alicent, otto, daeron, haleana and even aegon, who would refer you to as his "good sister". now they don't even look in your direction.

it was his nephews nameday celebrations which hurt you the most. you played the role of the perfect wife, in the perfect relationship which almost had you believing that aemond was still in love with you, that was until he whispered in your ear that it was all a pretence.

but that didn't stop you from loving him. though you wished it did, maybe it would hurt less if you didn't love him anymore. at whatever opportunity to ask about his wellbeing you would, you even went as far as asking his mistress, who took pity on you and kept you updated. you still prayed for his health every night and prayed that the mother would take pity on your soul and relieve you of the pain.

although aemond was smart, he wasn't as smart as his grandfather, the hand. otto had his doubts regarding the infidelity rumours he had his child spies keep tabs all over westeros and after eight months of digging, he found the truth.

"speak up boy, tell the king what you heard"

the young boy bowed to the king before the hand's spy told the council what he heard,

"the rumours regarding the princess' infidelity were created by daemon and his old whore."

aemond looked up in shock, he felt his blood boil as he held the arm of his seat tighter.

"it was said that daemon knew the easiest way to seperate the greens was through his "fickle nephew" and that once word of the princesses disrespect reached the riverlands, they would switch alleigances to the blacks."

an uncomfortable silence hung the room. all eyes were on aemond who felt a mixture of anger, guilt and distraught. he spent the past 8 months slighting and hurting his chaste lady wife. the king knew his brother well enough to know how his mind was racing,

"i promise you brother we will take down the blacks. you will be the one to take our wretched uncle yourself i swear this to you brother."

once again silence befell the room. aemonds face was unreadable. the council sat in fear of his reaction as his mother held his hand in hopes to calm him down.

"eight months. for the past eight months my lady wife has been with child with my child and i have not spent a single day with her. the lady wife who loved me so loyally has spent eight months confined to a chamber not fit for a princess because of that pathetic cunt. no, his death would not satisfy me. i need more." the calmness in aemond's voice evoked a deep fear in the room. daemon's doing caused aemond's beloved to suffer at his own hand, they all knew that aemond would not rest until she was avenged. "as for now i need to see my lady wife."

as aemond got up from his seat, a maester and midwife covered in blood, sweat and tears entered. the only lady pregnant was his wife. his heart dropped. this couldn't be happening.

"your graces. the princess entered her labours a moon early-"

before the maester could even finish, aemond ran out of the room and straight to his wifes pathetic excuse of a chamber as fast as his legs could take him with ser criston his mother, grandfather and both his brothers close behind him. when he saw the limp body of his once beloved wife he fell to his knees.

"no, no, no. wake up my love, my love please. my love i am so sorry. please no my sweet girl come back to me, open your eyes once more, you do not need to forgive me my love, i will spend the rest of eternity at your feet please just come back to me. i was wrong my love, i'm so so sorry." he cradled her dead body, begging for her to awaken, praying to every and any god to bring his sweet girl back to him. he was overcome with guilt and anguish, the last memory he had with her ended with her heart shattering.

it was two months ago. you had a feeling that something was wrong with you or your babe but none of the maesters in court believed a word you had to say since the rumours.

"please aemond just listen to me for a second, i need to see the maesters in my fathers home, they will know what to do, they saved my mother once before." you begged aemond as you trailed after him with abnormal aches in your body.

"why? so you can run off to your father with that bastard and face no consequences? no you will stay him and have that bastard here and face punishment from the king himself." there was no mercy in aemond voice or gaze. he saw the way your face and body crumpled. his words cut deeper than any blade and you couldn't hide it. he felt a pang of guilt in his heart but he pushed it aside.

aemond felt the bile rising in his throat after remembering his last encounter with you. gods he would do anything to turn back time and fix things. he was so fixated on ignoring and avoiding you that all good memories of you were distant.

"i do not remember the sound her voice mother. i do not remember the sound of the voice that spent countless nights whispering sweet nothings to ail my troubled mind. i do not remember the delicate touch of the lady who dedicated herself to comforting me." aemond confessed with a heavy heart, staring and clutching on to his wife's cold body.

"please aemond do not do this to yourself-"

"do what mother? torture myself? torture myself as i tortured my wife? as if carrying a babe was not torture enough, i tortured her even further by abandoning her when she needed me the most. she had no one apart from her one handmaiden and tis no ones fault but my own. how could i doubt her? how could i be so foolish? the last time we spoke, she insisted that something was wrong with her or the babe and i ignored her. i killed her mother."

"yes, yes you did my lord." spoke up your handmaiden with your newborn daughter sleeping soundly in her arms.

"you can cut my tongue, kill me do whatever you like with me, my loyalties are not with you but the the princess whos blood is on your hands. she loved you so dearly, yet you turned on her with no hesitation after hearing baseless rumours. her father was ready to have his men pledge alliegance to the blacks after hearing your treatment towards his only daughter but she told her father that it was all lies spread by the blacks and that you still loved her. she prayed to the gods everyday that once the babe was born and you would see how that it is your trueborn child you would love her once more. but now she is longer with us and she died with a broken heart."

as ser criston drew his sword ready to cut the throat of the maid, the prince piped up,

"leave her be ser criston. she said no word of lie. no harm should come to the only lady who stood by my beloved's side when she was alone. i am in debt to her. you are free to leave my lady, i will ensure all provisions are made for you."

"as kind as your offer is my prince, i promised the princess that in case of her untimely death, i would remain beside her daughter until her eighteenth nameday and to hand you this letter." aemond looked up for the first time since he entered the cursed chambers as your handmaid passed the baby to his mother

"i have a daughter?" his voice trembled. you both always dreamed of having a daughter and whilst he wanted his youngest child to a girl, you wanted the eldest to be a girl. but that dream was now thwarted.

alicent choked back a sob as she cradled the tiny baby in her arms. "she's tiny aemond. she has your targaryen hair and eyes but she is her mother through and through."

he was lost for words. he couldn't fight it anymore as he began to sob as he cradled your body just the way his mother cradled his babe.

"read the letter out loud my lady. i treated my wife terribly there is nothing left to hide."

your handmaid was hesitant at first but read your last letter to your husband out loud.

"my dearest husband, dear husband,

you recieve this letter due to my untimely death but our child lives on. i do not know if this is news is joyous for you or one of regret but please do not take your hatred for me out on our child. i know our child will look like you as i have never laid with another but i am unsure to if you will ever believe me.

when you remarry and have other babes of your own, ensure that they all love one another and that their stepmother loves them the same. if you cannot ensure this, send our child to my parents, where they will be cherished.

please remember the love we once shared and share that love with our babe. i know that you may not want to to keep the portraits of us and of myself, but i beg of you to do so, even if its just one of myself. i would like for our child to know what their mother looked like. regardless of what happened between us, it hurts to say that i still love you as i did when i first fell in love with you. i hoped it wouldn't end like this but the gods work in mysterious ways.

your lady wife."

no one could hold back their tears. aemond knew the letter would hurt him, but knowing that she died thinking that he hated her, that he would remarry and that he may even celebrate her death killed him. he thought that the stranger visiting him would be less painful than what he was feeling at that moment.

"leave me be, i would like to say goodbye to my wife alone."

as he gazed upon her sleeping face, it set in to him that he would never wake up to her again. he would never hear her laughter again. he would never see her smile again. he pushed her hair back behind her ear as he used and pressed his forehead against hers. he could no longer fight the tears as his voice broke whilst speaking to you one last time,

"how could i ever hate you, my perfect girl? you have been nothing but good to me. you, who showed me what love is, you who made this pointless life worth living, how could i celebrate your depature. i love you my sweet girl. i love you so so much. and how could you think i would ever remarry, my darling? you captured my heart and now you've taken it to the grave with you. i cannot explain how sorry i am, gods i hope somewhere somehow you can hear me. i pray that the gods punish me for the way i hurt you. i allowed my anger, jealousy and doubt get the better of me. i was a fool to not trust you. you shouldn't be here. you shouldn't be like this in my arms, we should be in bed, choosing names for our babe who shouldn't have been born yet. who looks just like you by the way. she's the only reason why i'm still here. for her. for you. i will tell her the stories of her one of a kind mother, i pray to the gods she'll be just like you. i will have even more paintings comissioned of us, of you my angel, anything you desire. until next time, my dearest lady wife, i love you."

as aemond laid her cold body down back on the bed, tucked her in and kissed her one last time, he found a small box under her pillows. it was covered in blood from her labors but it was still wrapped like a gift nonetheless. he opened to find 3 matching necklaces. one fit for a man. one fit for a woman. and one fit for a baby girl. all with a sapphire in the middle.

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The Princess & The Race Car Driver | LH44

SYNOPSIS: Lewis meets Princess Tiana and he falls under her spell.

PAIRINGS: Lewis Hamilton x black!femOC Ariel Park (faceclaim is Coco Jones)

WARNINGS: flirting, discussion of sex/sex jokes, age gap (Ariel is 27, Lewis is 39), corny!Lewis, sexual situations, eventual romance? RATED R (18+/Minors DNI)

PREVIOUS: part 2.....part four coming soon...

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A/N: LFG, part 3/6!! Please comment & reblog! Send me asks & stuff too!

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user: have you been to tao yet? i love that place!!

As Lewis flew from Japan to NYC, he grimaced at having to fork over an exorbitant fee for the in-flight wifi, but was happy nonetheless to spend some virtual time with Ariel despite the distance. Lewis settled into the first-class seat, balancing his laptop to log in to the "watch party" she had set up for them before connecting to a FaceTime call.

"A hundred bucks for six hours of internet? Highway robbery," he grumbled into the camera once Ariel's face appeared. She looked adorably cozy in one of his t-shirts, fabric riding up to reveal a teasing glimpse of toned thighs.

Ariel rolled her eyes. "Says the millionaire Formula One driver. Quit whining and watch Set It Off with me."

"Chill, baby girl," Lewis chuckled, admiring her playful attitude. He clicked over to the shared screen and was instantly transported into the gritty, crime-ridden world of the '90s classic.

As the badass female leads planned their daring bank heists, Ariel provided lighthearted commentary. "It's got such a good cast," she said. "Like Queen Latifah was in her bag making this!"

Lewis nodded, only half paying attention as his eyes traced the captivating curves of Ariel's form under his shirt. "You'd make a sexy bank robber," he purred with a roguish grin.

She swatted the air dismissively. "Shut up and pay attention. This is art!"

The smile never left Lewis's face as he tried his best to engage with the movie, already counting down the hours until he could reunite with Ariel in the flesh. Her teasing glimpses of skin were torture in the most delicious way.

"Okay - if you could be in any '80s or '90s movie, what would it be?"

Lewis made a pensive face then he grinned that boyish smile that always made her weak. "Maybe...Cool Runnings."

"That Jamaican bobsledding movie? Really?" Ariel giggled at his unexpected pick.

Lewis just shrugged adorably. "I love that movie. What about you?"

"Maybe Poetic Justice," Ariel decided, earning an approving nod from Lewis. "I love Tupac. He was amazing with words...a real poet."

"And he was really freaky," Lewis added with a sly smirk, making Ariel erupt into laughter at his candidness.

"Lewis! I was not expecting that!" She tried to stifle her giggles.

"What? You know he was," Lewis feigned innocence. "I know you read that letter he wrote from prison. Man's a freak, but I respect him nonetheless."

Ariel raised an eyebrow teasingly. "Well...I guess it takes one to know one."

Her suggestive remark hung between them as Lewis's gaze shamelessly lingered, drinking in how adorably sexy she looked - hair sheathed in her silk bonnet, wearing just his t-shirt that rode up those smooth thighs he knew so well and loved having wrapped around his shoulders. Leaning towards the camera, he lowered his voice. "What are you wearing underneath that t-shirt?"

Ariel's eyes went wide. "No! Lewis, you're on a plane for christ's sake. Wait until you land."

He blew out a frustrated breath. "I'm in first class, baby. It's private...and we're flying over Alaska, so I won't be there for hours. I won't have any energy left when I land..."

Ariel weighed his words before finally relenting with a resigned sigh. "Fine, but don't be doing too much, okay?"

"I promise," Lewis agreed, his tone thick with restraint. "Take off the shirt, baby."

Ariel shook her head at first then she slowly lifted his shirt, revealing her naked form.

"Damn," he muttered appreciatively as he took in her curves and smooth skin. Doubt began to appear in his mind, not to mention unadulterated need. Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea since he wanted nothing more than to feel the warmth of her skin, but he couldn't back away now. "You're so beautiful, sweetheart."

"Thank you," she smiled meekly.

"Can you open your legs for me?" Lewis said, his voice laced with desire. "I bet you're wetter than a motherfucker."

Ariel complied, spreading her legs wide for him as she settled back against the pillows. She watched with anticipation as Lewis moved closer to the camera, biting his bottom lip at the view of her glistening heat.

Just as he suspected, she was drenched, absolutely soaked with her arousal. Her labia lips were puffy, swollen beyond measure, almost as much as his member that was pulsating inside his athletic shorts.

"Play with it," he whispered. "Let me see how you like to play with yourself."

She reached down between her legs, her fingers already slick with her juices, spreading her lips apart, revealing her clitoris, and began to rub it in slow circles.

Lewis groaned at the sight of Ariel masturbating. This was better than any porn he had ever watched, knowing that the woman on the screen was wet just for him.

"God, you're so fucking amazing," he moaned.

Ariel's breath hitched at his words, but she didn't stop her movements. Her hips began to lift off the bed of their own accord, seeking more friction and pleasure. "Do you like watching me touch myself?" her voice crooned.

"I love it," Lewis replied fervently. "I can't wait to do this for real. Just wait until I get my hands on you; I'm going to fill that lil' pussy up."

"You promise, baby?"

"Promise," Lewis growled. "I can't wait to feel you wrapped around me."

Ariel moaned in response and closed her eyes, her body trembling with pleasure as she brought herself closer to the edge. She could almost feel his hands on her, his lips on hers, and it only intensified the sensations coursing through her.

"Do you want to cum?" he asked, his voice strained.

"Yes," Ariel breathed out, her fingers moving faster over herself. She could feel her climax building, the heat spreading throughout her body. "Ahhh...Lewis..." Ariel moaned loudly, arching more into the camera's view as she tugged on one of her nipples.

"That's a good girl, make yourself cum."

Ariel's body shook with pleasure as she finally reached her release, her moans filling the air. She rode out her orgasm, her fingers slowing to a stop and her body relaxing against the bed. She opened her eyes to see Lewis watching her intently.

"Fuck," he groaned, his eyes locked on hers. "That was so hot."

Ariel smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction at knowing she could turn him on just by touching herself. "I'm glad you enjoyed the show," she said playfully.

"Enjoyed is an understatement," Lewis replied with a smirk. "I can't believe we just did that."

"We didn't do anything," Ariel corrected him. "You were in first class on a plane and I was in my bedroom."

"But it felt like we were together," Lewis insisted.

Ariel's heart flipped at his words, feeling that same connection despite the distance between them. "It did," she admitted softly.

"I can't wait to land and make this real," Lewis said, his tone serious now.

"Me too," Ariel replied honestly.

They talked for a while longer, sharing their fantasies and desires for when they were finally together again. Eventually, exhaustion took over and they said their goodnights, both falling asleep with satisfied smiles on their faces.

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Finally back together in New York City after their Japanese rendezvous, Lewis and Ariel wanted to make the most of their limited time. He was in town for the GQ Global Creativity Awards, but his priority was being with her.

Lewis's duffel bag thumped loudly as he dropped it just inside the door of Ariel's chic SoHo loft. "Home sweet home," he sighed contentedly, taking in the warm, stylishly decorated space.

"For the next few days at least," Ariel quipped, sliding up behind him to wrap her arms around his waist. She pressed a soft kiss between his shoulder blades. "Hey, you."

Turning in her embrace, Lewis grinned and pulled her flush against him. "Well aren't you just a vision for these sore travel eyes..." His heated gaze raked over her appreciatively.

Ariel made a show of looking him over with an exaggerated once-over. "And you're looking pretty delicious yourself." She traced a fingertip along the overgrown stubble lining his chiseled jaw teasingly. "Though maybe a little scruffy."

Lewis caught her wrist and tugged her hand to his lips, then he moved to press hot kisses along the column of her neck. "You saying you don't like my five o'clock shadow, princess?" He punctuated the gravelly question with a nip at her pulse point.

"Mmm..." Ariel hummed, tilting her head to allow better access as his talented mouth worked its magic. "I'm saying it looks absolutely edible."

Chuckling deeply, Lewis hauled her up into his arms, her legs winding around his waist. "Then let's take this to the bedroom so you can have a proper taste."

"Down boy! Is this all you think about?" She tsked in feigned disapproval, even as her fingers raked through his braids. He carried her into the kitchen, placing her on the island instead.

Lewis leveled her with a look of staged innocence. "What? I'm just trying to welcome you back into my arms properly after so long apart." He punctuated the words with a devilish roll of his hips that made her breath catch. "Your appearance on Jimmy Fallon the other night was amazing," he complimented sincerely.

She beamed at his praise, leaning in to kiss him softly. When she tried to pull away, he tugged her closer, molding their bodies together again. Ariel giggled at his ardor.

"You need to be patient, sir," she couldn't resist teasing, using a playful pet name. The term made Lewis's eyes darken with desire. "Oh my god, no! Lewis, I'm playing with you!"

He laughed darkly, caging her deliciously between his body and the kitchen island to attack her with passionate kisses. Ariel wheezed with laughter. "Lewis...no!"

"You should know better," he rumbled against her ear, making her shiver. "You know how I like being called that."

"It was a mistake, baby," she tried to appease him with an innocent tone.

Lewis rolled his eyes skeptically. "Bullshit. You're being naughty and you know what happens when you misbehave." Before Ariel could protest further, he lifted her into his arms, hauling her body over his shoulder. He strode towards the bedroom, plopping her onto the mattress before hovering above her invitingly.

Lewis placed tender kisses along her forehead, nose, and cheeks, finally reaching her lips in a searing embrace. When they parted, he asked an unexpected question. "Do you like me?"

Ariel propped herself up on her elbows, puzzled. "Yeah...we're spending good time together."

He nodded slowly, seeming to carefully consider his words. Ariel could practically see the wheels turning. "Why? Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, it's fine," Lewis reassured. "Just trying to make sure we're on the same page."

"I mean...we are, right?" She arched an inquisitive brow.

"We are, but...we're good for now, you know? My job has me traveling around the world 300 days out of the year, and that can make it harder to see each other if we decided to really be together. I just wanted to make sure you understood that." His expression softened with tender vulnerability. "I like you a lot, Ariel. I'm trying to process my emotions while also being levelheaded but...hell...I just like you. There, simple as that."

A smile tugged at the corners of Ariel's lips at his earnest confession. "Aw, Lew Lew Bear's got a crush," she cooed teasingly, making him chuckle.

"So do you," he countered, then grew serious once more. "We're still good on seeing how this goes?"

Ariel nodded. "Yeah."

Relief seemed to wash over Lewis's features. "Good, because I am too. It's going to be hell with our busy schedules now, but I'm in it if you are." His gaze intensified. "Are you with me?"

"I'm with you."

He captured her lips once more, and as their heated kisses and roaming hands rapidly divested items of clothing, Lewis pulled back just enough to murmur teasingly against her lips, "You're all mine, right baby girl? No one else's."

Ariel simply hummed an affirmative, too preoccupied with tasting and touching every delectable inch of him she could reach. This reunion was long overdue, and she intended to savor every sinful second.

arielpark • posted on her close friends story 16 hours ago

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chloebailey: does this classify as a soft or a hard launch?? inquiring minds want to know... 🤔

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The sharp, resounding slap on her ass reverberated throughout the room, eliciting a wanton moan from her lips as she arched into the sting. Lewis tenderly caressed the spot he had hit, his eyes lifted towards the ceiling in ecstasy. Meanwhile, Ariel eagerly took his engorged member into her mouth, relishing the taste and feel of him. Her lips stretched around him as he guided her up and down his length, his toes curling with pleasure. A guttural yell escaped his lips, echoing off the walls as she expertly deepthroated him.

"Fuck!! You're doing so well, my good girl," he praised breathlessly as Ariel continued to skillfully pleasure him. The air was thick with their passion and the intoxicating scent of sex.

Their eyes locked, both gazes blazing with lust. Her brown, doe-like orbs stared up at him with the perfect mixture of innocence and hunger, only fueling Lewis' desire. Ariel moaned around his length as she continued to take him in deeper and deeper, sending vibrations through his whole body. Her luscious ass twerked in the air, skin rippling temptingly as if begging for another slap, which Lewis happily obliged.

"Take it all, princess," he crooned softly, hips bucking in the rhythm of her efforts. "Take this dick like a good girl....my good girl, huh?" Ariel nodded vigorously, and the feeling of her smile against his skin made him ache with need.

He couldn't believe how gorgeous she looked at that moment, completely open and unreserved with him. It was unlike any other sexual encounter he had ever experienced - the intensity, the connection, and the willingness to try new things made it feel like they were in their own private world. Lewis was soon finding himself to be smitten with her, despite his previous aversion to exclusive relationships until his retirement. It was a strange feeling, but one he couldn't deny, not even if he tried.

He groaned as Ariel continued to take him in deeper, her tongue swirling around his plump penis head. Lewis could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, but he didn't want it to end just yet. He needed more. He needed to feel her wrapped tightly around him, to hear her moan and scream his name.

"Stop," he said breathlessly, gently pulling her off of him.

Ariel looked up at him with confusion in her eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Lewis said with a small smile. "I just want to take my time with you."

Ariel's lips curved into a mischievous grin. "I like the sound of that."

She pushed herself back onto the bed and spread her legs invitingly for him. Without hesitation, Lewis crawled between her thighs and began pleasuring her with his mouth.

Ariel arched into his touch, letting out loud moans as he expertly moved his tongue over her sensitive folds. “Ooh shit... shit... shitttt,” she cried, riding his tongue, her hips rolling in a circular motion. Her sweet essence was dripping all over his chin and Lewis inserted two fingers into her pussy, curling upwards to hit that special spot inside of her.

“Baby…..”

“I know, gorgeous,” Lewis said between his suckling, the rumble from his voice causing her legs to shake violently. “Are you gonna cum? I feel you, sweet girl. You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?”

Her body continued to spasm until it reached its peak, making a big mess on her bedspread. He lapped it all up happily, savoring every drop of her nectar, cleaning her of any remnants of what just happened seconds before.

Wiping his face, Lewis gave her a minute to collect herself then shot her a sweet, boyish grin. “Ass up, face down, love.” His commands were light yet held authority, and he slap the underside of her thigh for dramatic effect, making Ariel yelp in surprise. “I don’t want to repeat myself.”

Oh, well okey-dokey then.

Ariel turned onto her stomach, getting in position, her back arching in the most delectable bow, giving Lewis a full view of her ass high in the air. His hands explored the softness of her skin, caressing the curve of her hips, calves, and buttocks sensually. Grabbing a condom from his discarded pants on the floor, he tore open the condom wrapper and secured it onto his dick, glancing every so often at Ariel as she awaited for what was about to come.

“So patient…look at you being a very good girl for once,” he chuckled and Ariel rolled her eyes, opening her mouth for a smart retort but her unspoken words dissolved into a moan instead as Lewis plunged inside of her, stroking her nice and deep. “This pussy's wet as fuck. You like what I’m doing to you, don’t you baby girl?”

Baby, baby girl, sweetheart, sweet girl, love…the terms of endearment were endless and Ariel enjoyed hearing them all spill out his mouth.

There was something undeniably masculine about Lewis, especially when he was loving on her, and it made her entire being want to submit to him. He had an infectious quality, one that could put people at ease…or drum up their desire to full volume. It was mostly due to his soft-spokenness – the deep, accented timbre could easily lull anyone to him, like a siren’s call. That, along with his nimble and calloused hands, was a lethal combination to everyone who identified as a woman.

And even though they’ve only been involved for a short amount of time, just from the way he touched her, fucked her, soothed her, Ariel was discovering more about her sexuality than she’d ever had with a previous lover. Perhaps all of the hoopla around older men teaching younger women a thing or two in the bedroom was more than just Cosmopolitan fodder, or maybe Lewis was really that guy - the GOAT in more ways than one. Either way, Ariel was satisfied to the highest degree, and she didn’t know if she could ever give this up.

“Look at how you’re creaming all over this dick,” he mused as he steadily increased his pace. “Fuck, Ariel you feel so good around me, so tight….like a vice.”

Not to mention he had a great way with words and could be so utterly filthy.

And I love it, she thought, smiling like a dopey airhead as she moved her hips backwards to match him thrust for thrust.

“Atta girl!” he groaned, giving her ass another smack, spurring her on.

Not even three thrusts later, Ariel was shuddering with her release, her orgasmic cries muffled by the sheets beneath her. Lewis followed soon after, grunting a curse as he filled the condom with his seed. He slumped over her, body stilling as his post-nut clarity hit him like a ton of bricks.

“You good, baby?” he asked in genuine concern, pulling out to lie next to her on the bed. Ariel nodded, trying to catch her breath. His free hand removed the used condom, dropping it into a small trash can next to the bed. “Are you trying to kill me? You’re a little minx, you know that?”

“Me?!” she drawled back, incredulously. “You’re the one who was humping me like a raging rabbit since you landed.”

Lewis stared at her for several beats, blinking slowly. “Okay,” he huffed, breaking the silence, “I guess it’s both of our faults.” She sent him a knowing look. “Damn, okay…it’s me. You feel so good though; it makes no damn sense.” He guided her to her side, pulling her close until his front was flushed against her back, spooning her.

A smug grin appeared on her lips. “Pineapple.”

“What?”

“I eat pineapples, a lot of them to be exact,” she explained, chuckling softly. “That’s why my pussy feels like that.”

“Interesting,” he mused thoughtfully, his mind going back to the memory of his first taste of her. “Makes sense. You tasted so sweet when I had you in Japan. How did you know about that? The thing about the pineapples?”

“Ricky Rozay,” was her response. Lewis arched an eyebrow in curiosity, but it soon dawned to him as Ariel began to lightly sing the lyrics. “Shorty so fine, pussy so fresh, diced pineapples that my baby tastes the best, I nearly lost my mind, guess it was a test…”

“No fucking way!” he said, turning her around to face him. “That can’t be true.”

Ariel erupted in a fit of laughter, giggling uncontrollably which made him roll his eyes at her.

“It’s not. I’m messing with you,” she eventually admitted once her giggles tapered off. “Your face though! You really believed it, didn’t you?”

A small smile crept onto his face as he shrugged. “You had me in the first half, sweetheart.” His whiskey-brown eyes bore into hers. “You’re a little troublemaker.”

“But you like it,” she countered in singsong as she leaned in to place a gentle kiss on his lips.

“You know I do,” he murmured into her mouth, deepening the kiss.

indegoblack • posted on their story 6 hours ago

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Lewis strode confidently down the black carpet at the GQ Global Creativity Awards, flashing his magnetic smile for the flashing cameras. But despite his outward poise, his mind couldn't help but wander back to Ariel waiting for him at her SoHo apartment.

The thought of having to leave her again tomorrow for Seoul and then Shanghai tugged at him unexpectedly. When had he become so troubled by the prospect of being separated from a woman? Lewis internally shook his head at the dizzying swirl of unfamiliar feelings blossoming within him.

He had to admit, Ariel was refreshingly easy to talk to - intelligent, funny, and undeniably gorgeous. And the sex? Mind-blowingly amazing didn't even begin to cover it. But still, catching deeper emotions was uncharted territory for him.

Snapping back to the present, Lewis stopped for a line of interviews, charming the journalists with his signature charisma. However, one particular reporter's question about his new finsta account, indegoblack, gave him pause.

"So it's just tapping into, again, why we're here," Lewis responded smoothly. "A bit of a creative side of my life that I don't really get to share too much over my main socials."

The reporter's eyes glinted with recognition. "Is Ariel Park part of this creative realm of yours?"

Lewis inwardly rolled his eyes, fighting to keep his expression neutral rather than betray his true discomfort over publicizing his private affairs, especially when he was still grappling to define precisely what Ariel meant to him.

"Maybe…" he replied vaguely, refusing to indulge the question further despite the journalist's clear dissatisfaction.

As soon as he could politely extricate himself, Lewis made his way inside the venue, pulling out his phone to type out a teasing text to the woman occupying his thoughts:

Your lil ass better be wide awake by the time I get back. I need you again. 😝

A small smirk tugged his lips as he hit send, admitting to himself that he was definitely catching feelings for the enticing siren. Feelings he hadn't allowed himself in far too long.

"God, I'm becoming a simp," he chuckled self-deprecatingly as he took his seat. He could practically hear his mates' good-natured ribbing already.

The rest of the awards ceremony passed in a bit of a blur, Lewis's mind continuously drifting to visions of Ariel's soft skin and those full lips he longed to taste again. As soon as was socially acceptable, he made a hasty exit from the afterparty, unable to contain his urgency to reunite with her before his travels pulled them apart once more.

Lewis broke about a dozen traffic laws getting back to Ariel's building, taking the stairs two at a time up to her floor. He didn't bother knocking, using the spare key she'd lent him to let himself inside her loft, shedding his suit jacket as he made his way toward the bedroom with purposeful strides. Just as he'd requested, she lay gloriously nude atop the rumpled sheets, scrolling idly through her phone.

"There you are," she purred, putting the device aside as he entered.

He said nothing, simply drinking in the sight of her with hungry eyes as he began undressing. Within moments, Lewis joined Ariel on the bed, hands and lips urgently roaming her silken curves in a heated reunion.

Afterwards, they lay tangled in the disheveled bedding, attempting to catch their breath. Lewis stared up at the ceiling, mind whirling with intrusive thoughts he couldn't quite put voices to.

"What's bothering you?" Ariel's concerned murmur dragged his attention back to her.

He shook his head dismissively. "Nothing."

But she clearly wasn't buying it, those perceptive eyes studying him carefully. "I know that look on your face," she pressed gently. "It's your heavy thinking face."

Lewis reeled back slightly, staring at her with open surprise. How was it possible that this woman, who'd only been in his life for such a brief span, could already decipher the hidden complexities of his facial expressions so accurately? The realization that she could read him like an open book was unsettling, to say the least.

What the hell was happening to him? Since when did he start allowing a woman to so thoroughly unravel his tightly wound defenses? The dizzying swirl of unfamiliar feelings blossoming for Ariel shook him in a way he didn't quite know how to process.

This depth of connection, this bone-deep craving for her company beyond the mind-blowing physical was foreign territory, and Lewis couldn't deny the tinge of fear it sparked. Fear of being that vulnerable, that open, with someone who could so easily walk away and leave him shattered...just like before...

But even as the anxiety flooded his senses, he peered into Ariel's warm, concerned gaze and felt an odd sense of calm. Ridiculous as it seemed, he had an inkling she wouldn't do that to him. There was an unshakable solidity about whatever this was rapidly morphing into between them. All he had to do was find the courage to let it unfold.

"It's nothing bad," he finally replied, the words feeling inadequate but hopefully reassuring all the same. "Just…processing some things is all."

Ariel seemed to accept the vague reply, snuggling closer into his side.

Only time would reveal what sort of wondrous, terrifying future awaited them.

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SWEET RELIEF (MINORS DNI / EIGHTEEN+)

notes. this request is a beautiful, god send. i've been wanting to write about this, but i've kinda been too scared to bc i wasn't sure if anyone would like it. nonnie, u made my week with this request nd i really hope it doesn't disappoint. i changed it a little bit, but not too much. yeahhhhh, i might be ovulating bc?????? anyways.

content desc. eighteen+, huge mommy!kink, sub!abby, dom!reader, masc coded!reader, tall!reader (coded) my lil shorties can still read it too, reader picks up abby, brief mention of reader working out, oral (abby!r), anal (just spit on), fingering, mentions of strap use, squirting, light degradation.

“you’ve been such a good girl. you deserve a reward, don’t you?” your stunner of a girlfriend was bare in front of you. she’s your personal adonis, every muscle sculpted to perfection. her abs clenching, anticipating what your next move would be. freckles scattered around her body, her pierced nipples were so sensitive from all the teasing, swollen and pink, just the way you liked them. abby’s moans were erratic, shallow breaths as you touched her everywhere except where she needs most.

“baby, please. need you to fuck me…so good. jus’ like you always do. you’re pretty little mouth, yeah? need you to taste me.” abby begged as her she found herself shivering. “i’ve been so good, so so good. i didn’t touch myself the entire two weeks you were gone. i’ll do anything, say anything. i just want you to fuck me.”

“you will, won’t you? my babygirl is so desperate to be fucked? isn’t that right?” you flick her clit with your digit. abby cries out your name, deprived of your touch for two weeks, she savors in every moment.

“god, you’re the only one who can make me come. couldn’t even if i tried without you.” as sweet and sensitive as she appears, intentional hands reach for your belt tugging at it, but you slap abby’s hands away.

“nothing is coming off until i make you cum at least….twice on my tongue. does that sound good, baby?” abby eagerly nods, not wanting to per long this any further.

you’re looking her dead in the eye, before your hands wrap around her thighs and pick her up, surprising your girl in the process.

“have you been working out?” you shrug like it’s nothing. abby leans in softly, her lips pressed against yours. she’s never been more attracted to you than she is right now. her strong legs are wrapped around your waist, clinging on as your throw her on the bed.

you climb onto to the bed with her, grabbing ahold of her hips and rotating her body so abby is sitting on her calves, legs bent, sculpted back facing you. she’s fucking divine, as she sits patiently waiting for your touch to guide her. you drinking in her beauty and for the first time, drowning has never sounded so lovely. pretty girl perfectly still for you. there’s nothing more than you need to fuck her so stupid. her cute eyebrows furrowed whenever you ask her question. abby does it when she tries to focus, but all that happens after is stuttering, maybe a fragment of a sentence, before she’s begging to let her come.

tonight isn’t going to be any different. she knows it as you sit behind her, your legs spread so her frame fits, but she doesn’t lean back. abby knows from experience you’ll punish her if she does.

“baby, i don’t think you’ve ever been this good.” you slowly undo the braid cascading down her back. her hair smiles of pine and lavender. you want to drown yourself in the scent.

abby keeps her hands at her sides, but you can tell she’s struggling. her strong hands are balled into fists, knuckles practically pearly white.

“now, bend over for me and show me your pretty hole, baby. show me what belongs to me.” you slap her ass as you lean on your hands, watching her follow your command.

the arc in her back is sinful as she supports her weight on her hands, her knees pressed against the mattress, her pretty pussy is deliciously wet. you’re itching for a taste, but not until you’ve got her a whimpering, pathetic mess.

you bent over her frame, your clothed body pressed against her exposed one. you whisper in abby’s ear, “does mommy have to show you how it’s done? apparently you’ve forgotten, babygirl.”

you create some space before placing a firm hand on her neck, planting her face first in the plush duvet. your hands trails down her spine, pressing enough so she gets the idea. abby arches her back like she’s a fucking pornstar and god you eat it up. she could turn her strength on you, the two of you know that, but she wants to shut her brain off and get fucked and you’ll happily oblige.

you kick her thighs apart further. abby whines but she doesn’t argue.

“babygirl, that’s what i’m talking about. just stay, just like this.” you slap her ass and she jolts forward, her moan caught by the duvet. your hand smooths over the skin, before slapping her again. “good girl. fuck yeah you are. hmm?”

you spit in her puckered hole, your saliva slides down and flows over her cunt. abby wants to just fuck you, wants to full her pussy on yours, she’s so sweet and you’re being a tease. it’s torture. pure fucking torture, but she just has to patient. you’re always so good to her. she knows she’ll get it eventually after you make her cum, but fuck she’s impatient and she wants it now.

for now, all she can do is beg.

“yes mommy, all yours.” abby manages to get out and you slap her cunt as a reward.

“want me to eat out this pretty cunt out? wanna feel my mouth make a mess of this pussy?” abby cries at your words, hands she loves touching the back of her thighs, inside of them, but never where she’s dripping for you.

“please, please, please. i need it so bad. you have no idea how much i missed you, mommy. couldn’t stop thinking about this.”

“thinking about what? tell me babygirl, don’t spare a single detail. you know how much i love hearing you pretty voice, abs.” you kiss her ass, as she struggles to continue. your teeth biting into her well earned glutes and you love to see the shiver wrack her body as she struggles to collect her thoughts.

“i thought about your fingers, how good they feel inside me. i-i thought about when you fucked me the last time, your cunt rubbing against mine and how good it felt. how i squirted all over you and fuck how you just keep going.” abby moaned, overcome with just the thought. “but i mainly thought about your tongue, your mouth sucking on my clit, fucking my pussy as you talk me through it.”

there it was, the soft sniffles clueing you to the tears streaming down her full cheeks. now, you could fucking ruin her.

your plump lips found home on her pussy, soft flicks of your tongue made purchase on her clit. abby was relieved at the sensation. you flattened your tongue against her vulva, her hips rotating so she was riding your skilled muscle. euphoria, it’s all abby felt. all she wanted to feel was this.

she could cum from this alone, but your middle and ring finger found her entrance easily, no resistance was met as you slide them inside her.

“mommy, you feel so good inside me. ah, yeah, right there. oh god, yes, yes, oh mommy. please don’t stop.”

“stop? is that what you said?”

“no! please…i-i need you to make me cum. please make me cum.”

“you think you deserve it?” you taunted abby, moaning against her pussy as your slurped up her sweet nectar, sending a shockwave through abby’s core.

your fingers are hitting the delicious spot deep in her pussy, and you’re hitting it over and over, not relenting for a moment. your tongue joins the whole with fingers for a moment, dipping in and it’s just enough to send abby reeling. not enough to make her cum, but she’s screaming your name, so loudly you wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbors abby woke up your neighbors.

“tell me how good it feels, babygirl. yeah? maybe then i’ll let you come.” you command her.

“it feels amazing, mommy. i can’t get enough of it. fucking me so good, so perfect. love being your good little slut. let you do whatever, whenever, just please don’t stop. i’m getting so close.”

“yeah, are you going to cum all over my face? on my tongue?” you grab at her clit with your lips, pulling the bud into your mouth, before flicking it over with your tongue. you circle around the pearl, isolating as you suck on it. your fingers picking up the pace brutally.

abby sounds like an angel being drained by a succubus and maybe it’s what you were. your undergarments were ruined as you humping, well nothing, because this is what it did to you. when abby got off, so did you. she’s so close, you know she is.

you pull from her clit, your thumb doing the work for you so you can press against her frame and whisper in her ear, “cum for me babygirl. yeah? that’s right. squirt all over my fingers like i know you can. such a pretty girl, aren’t you? give it to me, baby. cum right now and i’ll ride your face tonight? c’mon angel, give it to me. right now.”

she does. all over your sinful fingers, she squirts and she gushes over over you as you fuck her through. “oh baby, you’re so good. such a perfect babygirl for me.” abby’s hips ride your fingers as her body wants to collapse, but your free hand holds her left hip and supports her weight.

“feels so good, mommy. fuuuckkkkk.” abby tries to not whimper as she feels the aftershocks of her orgasm hit her like a freight train. your fingers leave and she feels empty again, but you shove your fingers in her mouth and she sucks immediately. tasting herself as your hands press against her throat.

“such a pretty baby, aren’t you? jus’ need your holes stuffed and fucked?” you laugh cynically. “now, let me ride that gorgeous face of yours, alright baby? then, i’m going to fuck this pretty pussy with my cock. would you like that babygirl?”

“please mommy.”

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hi i cant tell u how excited i am everytime i get your notifications 😭😭 also i know if i send a rec you'll do an amazing job so i'm requesting one rn i hope u like it!

barista y/n and ethan landry who are coworkers after class, they're always teasing eachother and there is some (light) flirting

y/n hasn't realized yet how attractive he is, until he passes behind her grabbing her waist to get on the other side of the counter to get an order.

it's not rlly a plot but GOD i'm imagining ethan in his tight little polo shirt and the apron around his waist, his front curls w a little bit of sweat onto them while he makes coffee..... i'm so weak 😭

thank you so much😭🥺 i was so excited to write this! love the concept so so much. hope you like it 🫶🏻

glitch — ethan landry

word count: 1,747

pairing: barista!ethan landry x barista!fem!reader

summary: ethan has a crush on his co-worker, and she doesn’t reciprocate that crush until one touch changes everything.

warnings: a bit suggestive, but no smut

TRUTH WAS, ETHAN HAD BEEN SIMPING HARD FOR Y/N SINCE HIS VERY FIRST DAY OF WORK. How could he not when she had that graceful smile on her face that made every customer weak in the knees? Ethan clearly wasn’t not the exception, he could work-ship the ground she walked on. But the attraction was very much one-sided.

It wasn’t that he was invisible to her, but she just didn’t see him the way he wanted to. They did flirt a bit, but while he did it with the intention of making her notice him in a romantic way, she only did it for fun, there weren’t any second intentions involved. Besides, Ethan had to watch every day the way boys would hit on her and asked for her number and how she wrote it in the palm of their hands. It broke his heart knowing she would never see him in another light.

“How many times did you have to write your number in someone’s hands today?” Ethan asked faking a laugh as they closed the cafe.

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully “Today was a chill one, so not much.”

“Have you ever gone on a date with any those guys?” he asked curiously. She never talked about going on dates, or never mentioned she was seeing or texting someone.

Y/N looked at him with surprise eyes. “Eth, please tell me you don’t believe I actually hand in my number that easily.”

“Wait what?”

The girl laughed, and punch him in the arm lightly. “You do think that! God, Ethan. I give them fake numbers. I don’t want random people texting me.”

“Can’t you just say no?” Ethan asked confused.

“I don’t want them to feel bad.” she shrugged.

“So you give them fake numbers and make some strangers let them know the pretty barista gave them a fake number?” Ethan asked incredulously.

Y/N grimaced “Okay, that sounds bad too, but I least I don’t have to see their rejected faces and they don’t get turned down in public.”

Ethan laughed, and the pressure on his chest evaporated. Was it crazy that he felt relieved by this new information? A bit. “So that means that I shouldn’t bother to ask for your number?” he acted disappointed.

Y/N chuckled. “Econ geniuses are my weakness, so I would never give you a fake number.”

Ethan blushed and shoved her “Shut up! I’m not an Econ genius.”

“Anyone who passes that dreadful class is a genius in my eyes” she said, shoving him back. “Let me give you my number, but don’t ghost me, okay?”

“I would never.”

“Good, cause you’d break my heart.” she joked, writing down her real number on his palm. Her hand felt so good on his, Ethan wished she would never let go. “There you go. Text me, we should hang out outside of work.”

“Really?” Ethan’s eyes shone and his heart started doing cartwheels.

“Of course, Eth. I actually like being around you” she smiled softly. Ethan would definitely mark that day as the best day of his life. “I can set you up with someone and we can go on a double date!” his face fell. So much for hoping. “Or, we can do something just the two of us. Now that I think about it, we don’t actually know much about the other. What a fake friendship we have.”

Friendship. That’s all he was ever going to have with her, and he needed to come in terms with it. Y/N was amazing, and he should be lucky to have her around, even if it was just as a friend.

Although, on a wednesday morning, the turning point happened. The university’s cafe was completely packed, and so they had to work ten times faster than usual. Stress filled the air of the small shop.

“Ugh, stupid machine! You had to choose this day to work like shit?” Y/N groaned, hitting the coffee machine. The coffee poured down slowly, and knowing it was going to take ages for the cup to be filled, she took one step backwards in frustration.

Ethan, who was trying to get to the other side to deliver a drink, bumped into her. Being in a rush, he almost made her lose her balance when they collided, but he grabbed her by the waist just in time to steady her. “Sorry! Are you okay?”

Y/N wanted to say yes, but she was not okay. Not because he had hurt her, but because the feeling of his big hand on her waist left her speechless. It produced a glitch on her body, a malfunction that caused her brain to not be able to utter a single syllable. She only managed to nod before setting her eyes on the coffee machine as if it were the most interesting thing on the planet.

For the rest of the stressful shift, Y/N found herself sneaking glances towards the tall boy every time she could. She couldn’t help it, her eyes diverted on their own and every time Ethan would pass by her, her whole body tensed and yearned for one more touch.

Ethan’s electric touch had been like a bug that altered her whole system. How in the world did she not notice him like that before? The way his cute polo shirt hung to him like a second skin—giving him the look of a hot nerd that Y/N was now a complete sucker for—, the way he adorably frowned in concentration as he prepared a drink, or the way his beautiful curls sticked to his forehead because of the sweat—honestly, she had no idea sweaty men could be that attractive. That’s what Ethan Landry was. He was so fucking attractive, and now that Y/N saw it, it took her lots of self-control not to push him against the counter and kiss the hell out of him.

“Tough shift, right?” Ethan said as they cleaned the now empty cafe.

Her gaze dropped down to his arms, his biceps flexed as he cleaned the counter. He was so hot. “Yeah.”

“What’s wrong with you today? You seemed off the entire day.” he asked confused.

“Nothing, I’m just really tired.” she said casually, forcing herself to look away from him.

“God, yes. My body is about to collapse.” he groaned as he stretched his arms. The action cause his shirt to ride up, showing a bit of his lower stomach.

Y/N’s grip on the cloth tightened as she felt the heat growing between her legs. I get it, I’m an idiot for not noticing how hot he is! Stop torturing me, she said to her hormones. “Same.”

Ethan laughed. “Seriously, what’s going on? Do you feel sick? You’re flushed, your face is really red. Do you have a fever? I can finish cleaning, you can go home, or wait for me and I’ll drive you.”

And he was so fucking sweet too. She wanted to rip her heart out and give it to him. “No, I’m okay.”

But Ethan didn’t believe her, so he walked towards her and cup her cheeks, making her breath hitch. “You’re not. What are you not telling me?”

Y/N sighed, he was not going to let go. “Trust me, you don’t wanna know.”

“I wanted to know, now I need to know. Tell me.”

“I’m horny, okay?” she blurted out in an exasperated tone. “And it’s your fault!”

“W-what?” he took one step back, eyes widened.

“Yes, you put your hand on me today and I can’t just stop thinking about your long fingers on the curve of my waist. And you won’t believe half the things I’ve seen inside my head since. You have been driving me crazy the whole day”

Ethan’s mouth was dry. At first, he thought she was messing with him, but her shiny glossy doe eyes were telling him a different story. She wanted him. “Try me. No, actually, show me.”

And it was then when the cafe’s temperature raised, when lust filled the air and their bodies turned warm with need. Five seconds later, Y/N fastened herself to him with a stitch—she grabbed Ethan by the collar of his polo, and tugged him down to met her lips in one ferocious kiss. She walked him backwards until his lower back hit the edge of the counter. He moaned both in pain and excitement.

The girl sneaked her hand down his shirt and felt his toned abs, groaning in delight against his lips. “So fucking hot. I need you.”

Ethan grabbed her by the forearms to change positions and then turned Y/N around so that her back was against his front and her stomach pressed against the marble counter.

He bit her earlobe and then started dragging his wet lips down the skin of her neck, sucking on her sweet spot. His veiny rough hands slipped inside her shirt, exploring the skin of her stomach and then they settled on her waist, giving them a squeeze. “You liked this, didn’t you?”

“Yes.” she replied breathlessly, resting the back of her head on his chest.

“Isn’t this better though?” he asked huskily on her ear as he trailed his fingers upwards, cupping her breasts. “No bra? Lucky me.”

“Eth…” she moaned, clenching her thighs, desperate have him inside her.

Noticing that, Ethan used his right leg to spread her thighs apart. “Bend over the counter, love.” he commanded, raising her skirt up to her hips and unbuckling his belt. “Be a good girl and moan my name.”

When they left the cafe, they were both still flushed by the dirty and hot encounter they had. Ethan still couldn’t comprehend how the day ended—he had walked inside the cafe that morning, the idea of fucking Y/N didn’t even cross his mind because he knew he had no chance. And now he was leaving with his hand intertwined in hers.

Y/N, on the other hand, didn’t even want to think about her life before that shift, when she wasn’t at Ethan’s mercy, when she didn’t know he kissed slowly and with passion, that he was a very dirty talker, that his touch felt like heaven, that he loved being praised as much as he loved praising, that he made the hottest sounds and that even though he had been attractively rough during sex, he was a fucking sweetheart after it, making sure she wasn’t in pain and had a good time. Now, Y/N was all about Ethan Landry.

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eamour · 3 months

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Hi i don't know if you'll reply/repost this ask but i really believe what i have to say is needed to help people in the manifestation community i am only sending this to you because you are one of the few active ones with a decent following that can get the word out..

The amount of complications people in this community have brought upon themselves is just infuriating and annoying the amount of creators/blog writers that come up with something new every week are just deceiving and preying on people who want to have a better life if you care i hope you'll post this.

Lies and overcomplications like;

'You shouldn't feel lack' 'don't focus on the 3d' 'know that you have it and go on with your life' 'this is the only way you can manifest' 'don't try to affirm or visualize it won't work its just endlessly affirming' 'feel it know' the amount of 3d and 4d 'live in imagination' is all a bunch of bs what Neville said is not the final! And you all seem to forget that

You can do all that and still get what you want sure! you can manifest this way too but why overcomplicate it?

(Yes there is a possibility that spreading this misinformation may not be necessarily intended to cause harm and might be just a misunderstanding from bloggers as well but it still causes to harm to those who are vulnerable and are just wanting to better their life and learn about manifesting)

None of this matters you are the only one who makes yourself manifest and there are many ways and you can use any way/method the problem on tumblr is people push only one way no you don't need to be fulfilled in imagination or 'know you have it and shut up in order to manifest sure Neville found a good way but its not the only way but the amount of people here who push this as if it's the only way and say if you don't do this you will never manifest are fcking playing with people's time and energy! i'm here to root for how far visualization affirming and robotic affirming goes,just for the average person its just such a quick and easy and 'failproof' way to 'get you desires' you don't need to hate the word 'get it' or something like that you don't have chase after knowledge or understanding to 'finaly manifest', when i went back to watching sammy and just affirming with no care about believe the thoughts no care about things like 3d or 4d no care about fulfilment or doing it to get it or anything like that...I've been carefree i don't worry at all...we are always learning about life and spirituality but you don't need an awakening or some sacred knowledge to manifest

You can read these posts that helped me but please no more,thats it no need to scroll and scroll and search for an answer

You don't need to read it all throughly just get the main idea you're good (most of them are short)

https://www.tumblr.com/imperfect777/744087420843245568/stop-scrolling-on-tumblr-twitter-pinterest-etc?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/miracledarling/715265433528320001/the-key-to-manifesting?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/sp0iledprincess55/744703729957257216/100-proof?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/dreamsintoreality111/672119540555153408/hey-do-you-prefer-to-change-appearance-through?source=share

My tips and experience..

All this time after being kinda obsessed with the void state (don't even get why people renamed the i am state by Neville lol) trying all things but just being lazy giving up restarting and going back to the old way of thinking, thinking 'why i fail' but now looking back and realizing i just got distracted and stopped never persisted .... now i realize how easy it is but what tumblr was doing was just discouraging me all along so many people lied or were misguided and said 'don't endlessly affirm just decide' implying if you try affirming you'll do it endlessly and never have what u want.. and so i listened....i used to watch sammy after a few videos last year i joined tumblr for a few 6 months at some point i was just reading things which have already been said and read..so i quit and decided to delete tumblr to just actually apply because reading the same thing over and over is no use...i'm now watching sammy ingram again so this is what i vouch for, affirming and thoughts watching sammy ingram (if just deciding or knowing seems like its not for you sammy ingram is great and in my opinion if i also just know or decide its mine then by affirming aren't i just reminding myself..'knowing' & 'deciding' in a way too?) again sammy joe dispenza is more helpful compared to tumblr over 6 months... i have logged back after a month typing this rn to help people and will delete my acc today even the creators i used to follow haven't posted in weeks and i urge people to leave tumblr after a certain point please live your life.

posting this for everyone who is currently overcomplicating the law and beating themselves up for not "doing it right". ♡

i want to add something: you can believe in all of these things (such as "feeling it real" instead of "affirming to get") and if it works for you, that’s good! that’s quite literally the law. but if it’s the opposite for you, if you think that it’s too much work and you would rather robotically affirm to get your desire, then do that.

i have seen both sides on tumblr and twitter, and they are both successful. it’s up to you what you want to make work for yourself!!

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starwarsbian · 1 month

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stonerboyfriend!anakin pt2

NSFW 18+ MDNI gif by @weaponizedwit

part one

wc: 4.4k (not proofread)

a/n: <3 ídek what this is but here it is

warnings: weed, intoxicated sex, spit, oral (f!recieving), fingering, degradation, temperature play I suppose, unprotected p in v, breeding if you squint, overstimulation, biting <3

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anakin knows you don't prefer (like) smoking joints but here you are anyway-- waiting for him to finish rolling one while you're sitting in his bedroom. you might not like smoking them but you certainly enjoy watching anakin roll them-- his fingers move smoothly like its the easiest thing in the world and he always looks at you as he licks across the paper to seal it. making you flustered seems to be his favorite pastime.

he finishes and pats beside him on the bed, signaling you to move closer and come sit by him. his hand finds your thigh and he grabs your chin to turn your head for him to give you a messy kiss. it lasts longer than you expected, his spit mixes with yours and he grins at your surprise of him biting your lip when he pulls away.

he starts to light the joint in front of you and you take it as an opportunity to complain; even though it'll piss him off and he'll call you an ungrateful fucking brat. you'd like that a lot, actually. ani has been teasing you all morning; waking you up with neck kisses, teasing you between your legs every chance he gets, acting innocent after he "accidentally" grabs your ass and now biting your lip.

"anakin, i hate them. i don't wanna smoke that, it hurts. i want the bong."

he glares at you. "did i ask? seriously. why do you always have to be an ungrateful fucking brat?"

he sees the way you press your thighs together hard as he says that and finds it incredibly amusing. he's still holding the joint in his hand and he takes the moment to say more to you.

"fuck, you like that? i can see you pressing your thighs together. i haven't been able to keep my hands off of you all day and here we are; closer than ever to letting me bury myself deep inside you and you're complaining about the way i want to smoke before." his words send shivers down your spine and a heartbeat between your legs. you don't know if you should apologize or push him further. you are an "ungrateful fucking brat", in his very own words.

"i want you now. you've been teasing all day and now i have to sit here and watch you smoke. if you'd just give me what i fucking want maybe u wouldn't act like this." you spit, hoping he catches the venom purposely coming from your mouth and makes you sorry.

"shut the fuck up. i chose this way so i can smoke while i fuck you. you're so fucking desperate for my cock that you won't give me a second to explain. get on the bed and take everything off for me besides your panties."

he's very obviously upset although you're not sure how much of it is genuine. you don't argue at all with his command and your heart pounds in anticipation. he sits and watches you undress as he starts to smoke the joint you were so eager to bitch about. you crawl onto the bed and do your best to wait patiently as he continues to take hits in front of you. he smirks and blows his exhale right into your face; it makes your eyes burn and you're about to cough just as he forces the joint into your hand.

"hit it." he orders, keeping it short and demanding. you hesitate and that makes him bring his hand down hard on the sensitive skin of your thigh. you jump and hiss at the pain even though you like it and it makes the throbbing in your underwearr even worse. you hit the joint and it makes you cough really hard just like you knew it would. the need to please anakin overcomes any self preservation you have and you force yourself into a second one before you even catch your breath.

"good girl." he says in a much softer voice as he takes it back out of your hands. he's not so concerned about wasting weed right now so he does let it keep burning in his hand as he gives you the kiss you were begging him for with your eyes. he brings biting into this one too and continues the antics down your neck. he does a little more than nip at the flesh between the small hits he takes and exhales through his nose with his mouth occupied against your skin. the smoke continues to migrate towards your face as he had planned.you gasp at the pinching sensation of your skin between his teeth just for a second and let a moan fall from your lips.

anakin pulls away and kisses further down your body until he's laying between your thighs, joint in his left hand as he wraps his arms around your thighs and lays there lazily taking a few more puffs. he holds it in his mouth for a moment so he can move your underwear to the side and use his thumb to spread your wetness further up your slit. the action is so intimate and he looks so fucking good multitasking. the smell of weed fills the room and he's still blowing the smoke towards your face. "hey, can you hold this for me?" he asks with a grin, "go ahead and hit it for me, baby,"

you take it from his hand and put it to your own mouth just as he sinks his teeth into the soft skin of your left thigh. you choke for a second before yelping from the pain. he does it again, closer to your core but sucks on the skin hard before you can respond to the sharp sensation of his teeth. he's using enough force you think there'll definitely be marks left tomorrow; just as he intended. he switches to the other side and digs his fingers hard into your hips when you flinch and pull away from his teeth involuntarily. when your legs are adequately marked by anakin her changes his attention to where you reallyw ant him. hendrags his tongue up between your folds in a wide stripe across your exposed and sensitive flesh. his tongue lingers around your clit for a few seconds as the smoke catches in your throat. "so pretty, baby," he says under his breath and you're not sure if he's talking to you or actively speaking to your pussy. either way it causes your face to warm and creates the urge to cover your face in embarrassment but anakin will just scold you; so you say nothing and do your best to smoothly exhale even though his tongue is gliding up and down your slit.

the sensation distracts you from the burning jay in your hand for a little too long, causing ani to bite your thigh on a place he already had and grumble something against it that sounds like "keep smoking that, you're not allowed to waste it." you nod and make eye contact with him as he dives back between your legs. you're taking the tiniest hits and trying to keep your breathing steady even though anakin's tongue is working diligently on your clit in delicious circles at the perfect pace. he's far too good at this, he'll spend hours there if you'd let him. he's switched to wet open mouth kisses against your heat and sucking on your bundle of nerves. its getting messy and you can feel wetness dripping down you and coating your thighs from contact with anakin's drenched face.

he's such a cocky asshole that he purposely goes faster or sucks harder when you're taking hits and you can feel him grin at your reactions and choking on the smoke. pressure has been building in your stomach this whole time and just when you think it can’t get any better anakin slips two fingers into you with ease. his mouth is still working in quick circles as he fucks you with his fingers so agonizingly slow. he can feel you getting closer with each movement; the way your body reacts to his touch is predictable and just as maddening as it was the first time he had you like this.

you’re still being forced to smoke even though the tightening in your stomach is becoming more intense; it’s about to snap and force your release out of you. you begin to move your hips in time with anakin’s tongue and fingers; he allows it because the following whimpers and whines are enough of a reward for him to forgive your inability to follow directions.

“so so close, ani. can i cum for you? please let me cum for you,” you plead. anakin nods from between your legs and hums in encouragement as he laps at your clit and the space around his fingers. you quickly put the joint out in the ashtray beside the bed. with permission already granted you let go of anything holding you back you lose all composure when your orgasm hits you. it floods your senses and you hear your heartbeat in your ears as your eyes roll back. your thighs shake as you come back down; feeling anakin work you all the way through it to overstimulation that has you whining and pushing his head away.

he pulls away and kisses you; your slick still coating his lips and the taste lingering on his tongue as he slips it into your mouth. “wanna give you my cock, baby,” he says low in your ear. “can i do that?”

“fuck. yes. please.” anakin grins and says “roll over. i want you from behind.”

you don’t protest but nod towards the ashtray at the J as you quickly settle down facing the headboard with your chest against the mattress and arms folded under you to rest your head on and your ass in the air. you arch your back deeply and sway your hips a little bit, hoping to gain more of anakins attention. he’s just ripped his clothes off and stands at the side of the bed where he’s relighting the joint.

“mmm,” he hums as he takes his first hit. as he exhales he speaks and slaps your ass. “look pretty like this. want my cock so bad, huh?” he puts his naked form behind yours on the bed and presses his unoccupied hand against the arch of your back. he drags his palm up your back and into your hair where he tangles his fingers. he doesn’t pull your hair, just waits for you to answer him.

“yes. yeah i want it so bad,” you say loud enough he won’t have to ask again. he lets go of your hair and puts the joint into his mouth to hold as he uses one hand on your hip to steady himself while he uses the other to tease up and down your sex with the tip of his length before pressing into your hole.

his left hand takes the joint from his mouth and you see the smoke gather beside you from his exhale as you let out a long moan of his name. he only does a few very slow thrusts before he’s at the pace he wanted to almost lazily fuck you at while he continues to smoke.

“you’re such a fuckin slut. do you know that? god. i wish you could see the way you’re taking my cock,” he muses.

you whimper and pathetically try to push your hips closer to his; hoping he’ll thrust faster or harder. instead it earns you a hard slap on the ass as he laughs darkly. its not enough; he's still teasing and somehow has more restraint than you could ever muster during sex.

“behave,” he says through gritted teeth as he slows down even more. his cock drags against your walls so antagonizingly slow. the joint needs ashed and he takes it upon himself to do so on your back as he’s deep inside. his thumb flicks the crutch and the slightly smoldering ash falls onto your skin. it doesn’t burn per se, it’s just uncomfortably warm for a moment before it becomes pleasurable just because of the thought that he’s using you.

“fuck. you liked that, huh?,” he whispers to you as his right hand tangles into your hair at the nape of your neck and pulls hard; forcing you into an even deeper arch and sending burning pain through your scalp. he holds you like that as he pulls you back onto him, forcing himself deeper inside of you. he stops all movement of his hips and is now just holding your hair, pulling hard in time to the pace you choose to fuck yourself at. you cant see the way he's smiling behind you at your desperation.

"just like that.. fuck yourself on my cock. fuck. so perfect like this..need you like this all the time."

you're letting every sound slip from between your lips, getting even louder when anakin praises you or lets out a moan of his own. you hear curses come from his mouth as you continue and he rushes to finish smoking. as soon as its reasonably finished he throws it into the ashtray and grabs your waist to make you sit up. he's now slotted between your legs with your back pressed against his chest as he fucks you mercilessly. you can no longer do anything but let him hold you there and force you to take it. anakin stretches you just right and he knows it; he makes it very obvious he knows no one else could ever make you feel like he can.

through his labored breathing and groans he mananges to say "don't ever think someone else could make you feel as good as i can. you were made for me, do you understand? you're fucking mine." he punctuates the last three words with harsh thrusts angled so deep in you feel it in your stomach.

“fuck, ani. ‘ts so deep,” you slur.

“oh god,” he grunts when you tighten around him. “i know, baby. want you to cum on it. cum around my cock

he bites your shoulder and holds you tighter against him as hammers up into you; knocking the air out of your lungs as you get closer to finishing.

his left hand snakes down your body to your recently neglected clit where he does fast light circles with his middle and ring finger.

“anakin.. fuck, ani. i’m gonna cum.”

“let go, c’mon,” he whispers in your ear after he removes his mouth from your skin; where you feel blood rushing to the teeth marks he’s left behind.

he feels you pulse around him as your orgasm hits you; forcing a low groan from him at the same time you moan his name. his cum paints your insides white as he finds his own orgasm. the sound of skin hitting skin fills the room as he continues to fuck you just as hard and deep until you let your head fall back against his chest and nod to signal you’re finished. anakin loosens his grip on you but is careful not to let you fall on the bed face first, incase your legs are feeling weak. your heart is still pounding and sweat coats the nape of your neck. when he gently lets you down onto the bed he soon follows suit and lays beside you on his side. he leans on his left arm and watches as you try to catch your breath. he's still staring at you hungrily, like he's far from done but he's granting you a break at the moment.

your thighs burn despite the lack of effort you had to put in and anakin is rubbing up and down them with his large hands that are surprisingly soft. you close your eyes for a moment and feel him get up from the bed; when it sinks back down you open your eyes to anakin holding a glass of water. "are you okay? drink this. i want more, let me use you more." his tone changes on the last sentence as he stares into your eyes, making your face warm. you take the water and do as anakin told you before nodding and handing the empty glass back to him. he grins and immediately brings his body back over top of yours as he crashes his lips into yours. its urgent and wet, spit mixing together and teeth threatening to slam into each other as he holds himself up. within seconds anakin has his tongue dragging across your bottom lip and forcing its way into your mouth where he adamantly explores your mouth with his right hand wrapped around your throat lightly.

anakin pulls away and tightens his grip on your neck while you stare at him with wide, watery eyes. "open your mouth," he orders. you drop your jaw open and wait for his next move. he smirks and slowly lets a trail of his own spit fall into your open mouth. it lands on your tongue and he watches, delighted, as you swallow it without being asked and stick your tongue out to show him that its gone. "good fucking girl. again."

you open your mouth again eagerly but this time he spits more aggressively onto your tongue, some landing on your face at the same time. you swallow it greedily and thank him. "thank you, ani." he hums in approval and brings his lips back to yours. this time he's nipping at your bottom lip over and over, sucking and biting to make it flushed and swollen. he bites particularly hard and a metallic taste floods into your mouth and his as he swipes his tongue across the wound and moans at the taste and your willingness to be hurt by him. when he pulls away he drags his thumb across the stinging line he's created with his teeth; making you flinch and squeeze your thighs together when the sensation starts to impact the need growing between your legs.

anakin thrives off your willingness to be used and owned by him; he loves to tell you. he'll go on rants about it while he's fucking you stupid. that's his plan when he presses his thigh against your core and moves it slowly back and forth while you try to force your hips down and get more friction. "such a whore for me. i own your body, don't i? own your little cunt and every other part of you. all mine to use up and ruin," he growls into your ear. his hot breath fans against your throat as he waits for an answer that you're purposely withholding just to be a brat.

he slaps you with no warning as he falls onto the bed beside you. "fucking answer me, bitch. i know what you're doing and if you wanted me to hurt you you should've just said so. pathetic, willing to upset me just so i take out my frustration on you." you whine at his words and not frantically, trying to spit out words before he decides proper punishment would mean giving you nothing you want. "yes, yes yes, you own my body. own all of me. 'm all yours, anakin. use me. hurt me. please, oh my god."

he's pleased by your effort and decides he's going to put your words to the test. "yeah? okay, baby lets see if you mean it." you swallow harshly and nod to him, eager to be his good girl. "spread your legs, slut."

you follow the command and your hands start to shake as his own trace the curves of your body; pausing to pinch each nipple excessively hard, earning a yelp from you. his mouth finds each bud on its own time and he soothes the pain with soft movements of his tongue. when he's satisfied he continues on his journey down your body to the hole he owns. he marvels at the white mess his cum has made dripping out of you and reaches out to push some back into you with his index finger, earning a broken moan from you due to the lingering sensitivity.

his finger rubs against your achingly sensitive walls before he slips another in and moves them around; reading your body like a book as he pays attention to every hitch of your breath and inhale through your teeth. "gonna put my cock back in here..looks like she needs it. i think she needs a little more love from ani, doesn't she?"

you whine helplessly but don't stop him as he gets to his knees and pulls your body towards his, forcing your ass to rest on his legs while he lines up with you. you expect him to ease inside slowly but he doesn't, he shoves himself inside harshly and moans as your hole tightens in protest. any pain should make you want to stop but instead it makes you need him more and grind your body against him, making his length nudge at the furthest part he can reach inside. despite your body's involuntary reaction, anakin's intrusion is welcomed by the thoroughly prepared hole that's filled with a mixture of his seed and your slick. as his pace increases, obscene sounds come from the area between you.

his stamina is unmatched as he slides in and out with ease; no resistance from your body stops his intrusion. over and over again he plows into you with little to no regard to your pleasure although he knows you like it like this. anakin ruts into your cunt and praises you for taking it so well. his head is thrown back in bliss as you watch his Adams apple bob up and down in his throat in between heavy breaths and attempts to steady himself. he pulls his attention to the movement between your thighs and spits on your pussy. he quickly presses two fingers against your clit and moves in delicious circles that make white hot sparks fall through your body. it wasn't necessary but fuck it was hot and anakin just couldn't help himself. he can feel himself twitching inside you and is struggling to hang on to the ledge keeping him from his impending climax. he doesn't need to warn you or ask permission but he does anyway, just because he wants to hear you say it this time.

“you’re gonna cum for me, baby. and then i can wanna cum in you, beg for it.”

"ani, cum in me. fill me up. pump me full. come on, baby, please," you beg of him. his thrusts grow more irratic and messy as he loses himself in the feeling of your wet hole greedily swallowing every inch of him. it still feels mind numbingly good with his fingers working over your bud and with his newly given permission you’re intensely motivated to finish for him. you tighten around his cock as you meet your high. you slur his name over and over again as he wrecks you in the effort of reaching his own high.

“fuck,” he moans followed by your name as he fills you up. he bottoms out and holds you close to him as his cock empties into you.

he pulls out and immediately repositions himself to be between your legs where his mouth greedily laps at the mess you’ve both created between your sensitive folds. he holds your legs apart despite any attempts you make to close them around his head and continues his assault on your core. his tongue slides down to your sopping hole that’s leaking a mix of cum and some of his spit. he gathers the fluids on his tongue each time it dips into you and swallows it happily. he laps at and teases your aching hole desperate to get every drop he can out of you. from between your legs you hear “just one more for me, okay?”

before you can even respond his tongue is circling your clit devastatingly slow, teasing the bundle of nerves. you’re extremely sensitive from the three? orgasms he’s already caused but wouldn’t dare ask him to stop. he sucks the bud into his mouth and rubs his tongue on the underside in time with suckling at a pressure that drives you crazy. it’s somehow too much and not enough as your hands tangle in his hair and pull him closer. he allows it because the sounds you’re making for him are drowning out any dominant reasoning he could come up with.

anakin flattens his tongue and lets you grind against it, allowing you to set the pace and take what you want from him. with control over sensation your thighs are soon shaking and it’s hard to control the movements of your hips or his head steadily.

“ani, take care of me,” you plead while you look into his glassy blue eyes. he doesn’t respond but takes initiative to eat you as sloppy and wet as he’d like to to get you to finish. his lips and tongue caress sensitive skin while he expertly pulls you to the edge with his hands gripping your legs so hard you’ll likely have bruises tomorrow from the tips of his fingers pressing so hard into your flesh. with a few more flicks of his tongue against you you’re scrambling to grab the sheets with the hand that’s not pulling on his hair. when he’s sure you’re finished and he’s extracted every bit of pleasure you could get from this orgasm he slows down for a few seconds and pulls away completely. he presses a few kisses against your slit and rests his head against your leg.

your breathing is heavy and the room is spinning as you try to ground yourself in anakin’s touch. he’s grinning, proud of himself as always. “see what happens when you listen to me. when you’re not an ungrateful fucking brat.” he raises his eyebrows before pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, chewing on it for a moment before he crawls up to lie by your side. he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead and each cheek before he lightly grasps your chin and pulls you in for a kiss that conveys love even though he just ruined you like he feels nothing for you at all.

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heehoonieluvs · 8 months

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hello!! i really loved ‘the locker rooms’ with hee, and i was wondering if i could request a short drabble in that series/universe lol (if that is okay!) of hee and the readers first time together? especially since hee is so down bad for them 😩

also i love love!! how u write heeseung 😩 idk it just hits diff i love it lolol

First time

Basketball captain Heeseung x reader

Fluff, smut

The way that the members are depicted in this story has nothing to do with how they really are or how I feel they are. It is all solely for the storyline so please bear that in mind 🫶

Tysm for sending in this request 🩵 I do apologise that it’s a lot longer than expected but I got too carried away 😅

Warnings: MDNI, cursing, pet names, loss of virginity, oral (f & m receiving), fingering (please let me know if I need to add any more 🤍)

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It had been about 3 months since Heeseung had finally asked you to be his girlfriend. It was safe to say that it had been the best 3 months your life, full of the best cuddles, kisses, the cutest dates and so much more. And for Heeseung it was the same… except he was fighting his inner demons so hard to not devour you every moment you two were together.

He kept his sinful thoughts to himself as he didn’t want to scare you off with the filthy things he wanted to do with you. There were times where he was close to getting a taste of you but you always stopped him before things went too far as you were a virgin. The first time you told him, he lifted your head by your chin and left delicate pecks on your bright red cheeks, reassuring you that there was nothing to be embarrassed about. So every time you got nervous from his touches, he’d never push you to do anything and end the night with the biggest cuddles.

The truth was that you were just as needy for him as he was for you. But knowing his reputation before you got together, it made you worry that you wouldn’t be able to satisfy him the way that he wanted. It felt embarrassing that you were in your second year and still hadn’t slept with anyone. So instead, you resorted to touching yourself to the thought of your gorgeous boyfriend whenever he wasn’t around. You knew that he would never judge you for being a virgin but you didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself and make him want to go back to the way he was before.

It was a Sunday night at Heeseung’s flat and you had just submitted your essay. You could’ve gotten it done quicker if it weren’t for your needy boyfriend kissing your neck and begging you to pay him some attention. Once you shut your laptop, you turned to your boyfriend who was sat on his bed with a cheeky grin on his face. Seeing how snuggly he looked, you bounced over to straddle his lap and engulfed him in the biggest bear hug

“Ah finally! My baby is paying attention to meeee” he whined into your neck

His fluffy hair tickled your face so you brought your hand up to run your fingers through the strands. He hummed in satisfaction as you played with his hair and rocked you side to side

“How about we put on a movie and I’ll get us a takeaway? Does that sound good my princess? He asked as he rubbed his nose on yours before giving you a kiss

“Are you sure darling? You’ve got a game coming up tomorrow and I don’t want your coach to have a go at you”

You could barely keep eye contact with him as he gazed up at you with so much love in his eyes, making your stomach feel like it was doing flips

“Don’t worry baby, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. And anyways, it’s to celebrate my pretty girl for being so smart and beautiful” he teased

You rolled your eyes jokingly “Babe, I submitted one assignment. I don’t think that makes me that smart” you giggled at his goofiness

“Yes it does babyyyyy! And we should always celebrate the fact that I have the most gorgeous princess in the whole world to myself” he started to brag with a smug smile

He ordered you both all of your favourite foods from the takeaway around the corner and you snuggled under the covers whilst watching a movie you had been looking forward to. His arm was draped around you and he pulled your legs over his lap so it almost looked like he was cradling you like his baby. As he looked down to stare at your face, he couldn’t help but wonder how he got so lucky despite how much of a dick he was in the past.

It was like you were some kind of angel sent for him when you entered his life. Before you, his grades had started to decline as he only focused on basketball and getting his dick wet. But once you blessed him with your presence, it was like he became a new person. He wanted to be a better person to prove to you that he was capable of being the man that you deserved to worship you for the rest of your life. And now that he’s yours, he could never even think about any other woman apart from you.

You looked so adorable, snuggled under the covers in his favourite hoodie. You were so invested in the film so he took his time to concentrate on every part of your beautiful face. From the way your eyes sparkled in awe, the way you slightly pouted in concentration whenever something interesting was being said, and the way your adorable nose would scrunch up whenever the actors said something outrageous.

He was in such a daze that he barely picked up on the moans coming from the TV as an intimate scene came up. The scene was extremely realistic and intense, even to him. And when he looked back at you, your eyes slightly dropped from embarrassment but he picked up on your legs slightly squeezing together

Even though he always tried to avoid it, he couldn’t help but tease you because he found it so cute. He leaned down to whisper softly into your ear

“Are you enjoying it princess?”

Your doe eyes widened as you looked at him with your bottom lip jutted out

“U- uh no what do you mean?” You turned away from his teasing gaze

He pulled you in closer to rub his nose on your warm cheek

“It’s ok princess I’m only teasing. You know it’s not something to be embarrassed about?”

By the way your legs carried on moving over his lap, he felt that he could test the waters a bit more, but not enough to make you feel uncomfortable. So he brought his left hand up to your upper thigh soothe your shaking legs. As he stroked you turned your face towards him again but kept your line of vision down, at his hand on you. Your fingers played with your bottom lip (a habit that you did whenever you were nervous and drove your boyfriend crazy). The hand that was on your lap delicately pulled your fingers away from your lips before he kissed them

“Pretty girl, you know I can’t resist you whenever you play with your soft lips like that. It almost makes me jealous that I’m not the one doing it to you” he interlocked your fingers and brought his face closer to yours

Sensing the closer proximity, your looked back up to him and the two of you looked into each others eyes and lips. It was like the was an invisible force that pulled you both together as you leaned in for a kiss.

You guys had kissed many times before, but this one felt different. He cradled your face gently to angle it perfectly and you rested your hands by his shoulders. The two of you moved your heads in sync to deepen the kiss and each movement made it feel more and more intense. Heeseung wanted more so he ran his tongue on your bottom lip to ask you permission to open your mouth. When you granted him access, he wasted no time to stick his tongue in your mouth to play with yours. As the two of you engaged in a wet french kiss, you felt his hand run down your body to land on your ass. All of a sudden a rush of panic washed over you and you pulled away

“I’m so sorry princess did I go too far?” Heeseung questioned with so much worry written on his face

“No. No I promise you didn’t. It’s just me” you said timidly “I do want to do it with you, I promise baby. I’m just scared”

“What is it that you’re afraid of pretty baby? Is it me?” He asked

You panicked “No! You could never scare me bambi. I just… I guess I’m just scared that I won’t satisfy you and I can’t compare to all the girls you’ve been with”

He let out a sigh of relief but also sadness. He didn’t realise that you had been feeling this way and was frustrated at himself for not picking up on your insecurities earlier

“Oh baby, is that what’s been holding you back all this time?”

You nodded your head slightly, not wanting to speak in case your voice trembled

“Look at me my baby. That’s it, show me that pretty face. No one, and I mean no one, will ever be able to satisfy me the way you do. You could just look at me and that would make me so much more fulfilled than any other person could make me. You have no idea how much I crave you every second of the day. I’m having to hold back from touching you in such dirty ways and make you feel so fucking good and it’s absolute torture baby. Ever since I saw you for the first time, I’ve been wanting to devour you but I will only do it if you are absolutely sure that you want me to do it. If whatever’s holding you back is because of the nobodies that were a part of the past, then please don’t worry your pretty head about it princess. Just think of how good I can make you feel”

He nibble your ear and proceeded to press kissed from your cheek, to your nose and finally your lips

“Wait Hee. I- um, well I- I haven’t shaved… down there though” you whispering shyly

God Heeseung thought he was going to bust a nut from how fucking adorable you were right now

“Oh baby, you’re so fucking cute! You don’t have to worry about small things like that. Are you going to be bothered about me not being shaved down there?”

You shook your head no

“Well there you go baby. You’re not bothered by my body hair and I am most definitely not bothered by yours. And anyways, just thinking about your cute little bush hiding your wet pussy is enough to make me cum right now” he growled at the end

Your eyes widened at his vulgar words. It was obvious now just how much he had been holding in this entire time and you felt a bit daft for doubting how much he wanted you this entire time

He brought his hand back up to cradle your face again to stroke your cheek

“Do you want to carry on baby? Because trust me, I want nothing more than to be buried in you but you have to tell me that you want this too”

“Yes I want it Hee. Please?”

“Oh fuck yes baby thank you”

Not wanting to waste another second, he pulled you in for the sloppiest kiss you guys ever shared. He ran his tongue all over your mouth, sucking your tongue and licking your saliva up. You wanted to feel his skin on yours so you tugged at the bottom of his tank top to hint at him. He pulled away from you and lifted his arms

“Strip me baby”

You climbed off his lap and peeled every barrier of clothing away to reveal his gorgeous body. Before you got to his boxers, you sat back on your knees to admire his sculpted figure. He would be lying if he said he didn’t go to the gym more than usual to distract him from wanting to use you has his cardio workout

The way his muscles were flexing made you drip and wonder what they’d feel like rubbing on your pussy. His hair trailed down from under his belly button and moved down under the last item of clothing that hid his prized possession

“Please take it off princess, I can’t wait any longer” he begged with his round eyes

You slowly pulled his boxers down and his red throbbing cock bounced out and tapped you on your chin. You gasped as the tip leaked with his pre cum onto your face. He giggled at your surprise face and the way you looked so tiny by his dick. It was safe to say that you were both impressed and nervous when you saw just how much you boyfriend had been packing this entire time. You quickly sat back up to strip off your clothes before he grabbed your hands to stop you

“No baby, that’s my job”

He flipped you around so you were laying on the bed and carefully stripped off your (his) clothes piece by piece, admiring your body the entire time. He was practically drooling when he got to your underwear, not knowing which one he wanted to take off first. His hands delicately reached under your back and he unclasped your bra.

When he pulled the cups away, he stared at your perky boobs. Your hardened nipples looked so inviting that he felt the urge to suck on them. You gasped as his warm mouth surrounded them and you let out a small moan which caused him to involuntarily grind into his bed. The tip of his tongue flicked over your sensitive nipple on your left breast and his thumb rub over your right one. After a few more licks, he swapped side to give the same treatment to your other breast

“Please give me more” you whined

“Ok ok princess. Bubba will give you more” he cooed

He started to litter kisses all the way down to your crotch where he was met with the sweet smell of your arousal. His fingers hooked over the side of the crotch to reveal your wetness. The way your juices spread all over your lips made him want to go feral. He pealed your damp panties from you and made himself comfortable between your spread legs

“Can I have a taste pretty baby? I promise it will feel good”

You turned away in embarrassment

“That’s dirty though” you whined

He chuckled “No baby it’s sexy. I want nothing more than to bury my face between your legs till you’re creaming in my mouth. Will you please let me do it?” He begged

You shyly nodded at him and he looked like a kid who just got his favourite lollipop

He went straight in to lick at your entrance to get as much of your juices as possible. It was so sweet and he knew from that moment that he would need to taste you every day no matter what. He pulled back from you to spread your lips apart and reveal your swollen clit. His lips went to suck and lick the tiny button, which made you scrunch your legs up to move away from the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. But there was no way Heeseung was going to let you deprive him from your taste again

He grabbed onto your thighs to pull you even closer so your couldn’t move away

“Don’t run away from me baby. Feel the way I suck on your cute pussy”

His head shook side to side with his tongue stuck out full. The wetness from your pussy mixed with his saliva had spread all over his face and your thighs. Each lick made you let out such pornographic sounds that you didn’t realise you were capable of making. It turned him on so much, seeing you in so much pleasure. His hips at this point were humping his bed rapidly to simulate how he wanted to fuck you

“Oh fuck dadd- oh” you clasped your hand over your mouth from the slip up

Your boyfriend stopped his actions and you were worried that you had just screwed everything else

“Say that again princess”

“Huh?”

“I said. Say. That. Again” he growled

“Daddy?”

“Oh fuck yes princess say it again”

As he stared into your eyes, his face lowered back down to stick his tongue back into your soaking hole

“Ah shit daddy!”

“Again!”

“Daddy!”

“Fucking yes princess. Carry on calling for daddy. Give me your hands. Whenever you feel something really good, push daddy’s head into your cunt” and with that, he went back to torturing your pussy with his mouth

Whenever he sucked on your clit, you tugged at his roots and raised your hips to grind yourself onto his perfect face. You planted your feet flat onto his bed to hump up onto him even more. Your boyfriend’s eyes rolled to the back of his head with each roll of your hips. It turned him on so much that he was giving you so much pleasure that you have never received from anyone.

A sudden feeling of possessiveness overcame him as he had a small thought of you ever being with someone else. So your poor self was lifted so your shoulders remained on the bed and your legs were hooked over Heeseung’s broad shoulders and he got on his knees. Your hips were completely lifted off the bed so he towered over you with your pussy still in his face.

“I promise you baby, I am going to make love to you everyday for the rest of your life.”

He carried on eating you out and slurping your pussy and in all honesty, he was getting more pleasure from it than you

You felt your orgasm coming and you panicked from the overwhelming feeling

“Wait baby! I think I’m going to cum”

“Ok princess, cum all over my face” he moaned into your centre

“No it’s ok you can stop! That’s dirty!” You screamed

He lowered you back onto the bed and you though he was going to stop, but he layed back down and carried on sucking your clit

“Fucking cum baby. You’ve been holding me back from tasting your sweet cum for too long and there’s no way you’ll take it away from me again. Now give me your cum NOW!”

You had no choice but to grab onto the back of his head and hump his face vigorously till you finally creamed all over his mouth

He whispered about how amazing you tasted as he pecked all over your pussy. Your legs were shaking from the overstimulation so you gently pushed his head away from your core

Seeing how dazed you were, he crawled up to kiss you softly and nuzzled your noses together

“Thank you baby, you tasted so good. How do you feel?” He whispered in your ear

“So good bubba. Thank you”

You started to catch you breath so you brought you hand to his throbbing cock which had been leaking onto your stomach. He hissed from your soft, tiny fingers wrapping around him. When you started to rub up and down, he choked on his moans

“Can I have a taste Hee?”

“You don’t have to baby”

“But I want to. Please daddy?” You pouted at him

How could he say no to that?

He sat with his back against the headboard and made himself comfortable as you situated yourself between his legs

“Take your time princess. Don’t push yourself too much ok?”

“I promise daddy. Could you help me?”

“Of course I can darling. Just give it a little lick. There you go”

You leaned down and gave his hard cock some kitten licks. When his moans get louder, you add in some kisses and small sucks as well to test how he’d react. And from the way he threw his head back, you could tell that you were doing something right.

You brought your hands up to help your mouth. As they ran up and down his shaft, you carried on sucking on him

“That feels so fucking good baby. Can you suck on the tip? And use you hand to rub on my balls. Oh fuck YES”

You did exactly as he asked and you swear you’ve never seen something so hot in your entire life. You now understood why your boyfriend got off from giving you pleasure as the sight of your boyfriend right now was enough to make you cream again

You dipped your tongue into his slit and he let out a moan you’d expect to only hear in porn. He launched forward from the headboard from the feeling, and swung back to throw his head back against the bed. Seeing this reaction, you got greedy and wanted to see more of it. So you puckered your lips to left a glob of spit dribble onto his fat cock and carried on sticking your tongue onto his tip. One hand jerked him off vigorously whilst the other fondled his heavy balls

“Baby! Baby! Fuck yes! Please suck my tip. Suck it!”

You wrapped your lips around his leaking red tip and sucked as hard as you could. He warned you that he was about to cum so your sucked harder and stroked him faster and faster till his load bursted into your mouth. You kept him in your mouth and took him in a bit more to suck up every drop of his cum

Never in a million years would your past self think about putting a guy’s dick in your mouth. But with your boyfriend, you were more than willing to swallow all of his hot cum as his legs twitched around you

Heeseung thought he had blacked out from the most mind boggling orgasm he had every experienced. It felt like he was seeing stars once the pleasure washed over him, and seeing that it was you who gave it to him made it feel like he was living in a dream. Despite the dirty act you just did, you looked so innocent and cute between his legs and he thought he could nut again just from that sight.

The two of you layed side by side and made out for about 20 minutes as he praised you for how well you did

“Did it feel good princess? I didn’t push you too much did I? I promise I wanted our first to be more romantic and slow but I just couldn’t resist you” his lips remained on yours as he spoke to you

“It was perfect bambi. But you still haven’t been inside me yet so we can still have our romantic first time together” you teased

You didn’t think that he still had any energy left in him but as soon as you said that, he jumped up to fish into his bedside table to get a condom from a new box

“Well aren’t you prepared handsome” you giggled as his fast hands struggled to take the plastic film off the box

“I’ve been waiting for this to happen for so long baby. I had to be prepared for whenever you were ready”

He looked so cute trying to enthusiastically get a condom out but his palms were too sweaty to get a hold of them. Seeing you giggle at him, he started whining

“Please help me baby! I can’t do it” he looked like a sad puppy from being frustrated

You took the box from him and opened the box with ease before taking a condom out and ripping the package open. He took the condom from you and swiftly slid it onto his hardened cock

“Are you ready for me princess? We’ll take it very slow” he pumped himself a few times whilst looking at you lovingly

You smiled back and gave him a firm nod. Now that he had your consent, he stuck his middle and ring fingers in his mouth and sucked on them before bringing them to rub around your entrance. A gasp left your lips as he pressed a digit in and slowly eased it into you. Given that you were already soaking wet, his fingers slipped into you with a slight stretch

“Do you ever finger yourself babygirl?”

“Yea”

“Really? What do you think about darling?”

“You”

He groaned at your response and curled his fingers up to find your g spot, making you gasp in shock

“Oh did I find your sweet spot baby? I bet your cute fingers are too tiny to find this spot aren’t they? Only daddy could ever make you feel like this. Tell me love, what do you imagine daddy doing to you?”

“Daddy fucks me till I cum all over him” you were too lost in pleasure to feel embarrassed about what you were confessing to your boyfriend. But your boyfriend thought it was the hottest thing he’s ever heard

“Yea? Do you want daddy to fuck you now? Have him stretch your tiny pussy with his thick, hard, throbbing cock”

“Yes please daddy. Fuck me”

He lined his tip up with your entrance and slowly rocked into you

“Tell me if it’s too much princess. I don’t ever want to hurt you” he stroked the apple of your cheek

You turned your head to kiss his palm and pulled him down by the neck to kiss him on the lips

“It’s ok I trust you. Just keep going”

He fucked you nice and slow, making sure to angle his hips perfectly to hit your spot. Your mouths hung open as you let out breathy moans.

“Please go harder Hee” you begged

“Anything for you princess”

His hips snapped harder and his tip hit deeper than thought was already possible. He felt like he was on cloud 9 right now. Seeing his angel moan for him and receiving pleasure from him. With his past hookups, he was never vocal. It was one thing that the past girls complained about. But with you, he couldn’t contain that pornographic sounds from coming out. Your tightness made him feel so overwhelmed with pleasure he’s never experienced before. He was sure his neighbours would be able to hear him moan out for you with the volume he was moaning at. But he didn’t care at all

Feeling the need to suck your tits, he flipped you so you could ride him at your own pace

“Come on baby, ride me. Use me any way you want”

You moved your hips at a pace that had you both almost in tears from how good it felt. He lips were like magnets onto your breasts as he slobbered all over them. His wondering hands went down to your ass and spread your cheeks apart. You gasped when you felt a light pressure on your puckered rim

“Oho does baby like that? Does baby want daddy to play with her little hole? Trust me baby, daddy wants nothing more than to kiss and lick all over your cute asshole but we can try that next time ok? I still need to stretch out your perfect pussy before we get to your other hole”

The filthy words coming out of his mouth pushed you closer to the edge. So you started to speed up your hips and the closeness of your bodies caused you to grind your clit onto his pelvis. Your eyes rolled back and Heeseung swore that he was going to cum just from that

You carried on riding him till you both reached your climax. He grabbed your faced and smashed his lips onto yours to swallow your moans as you milked each other’s orgasms. You hugged each other close and rocked on him, wishing the feeling could last longer

The kisses carried on for a few more minutes as your orgasms die down. His delicate fingers stroked your spine to calm you down and he pressed kisses wherever he could reach. The ticklish feeling made you giggle and it warmed his heart. God you were absolutely perfect for him

He helped you off him and threw his condom away before getting a bath ready for the two of you. You were pampered by him for the rest of the night and it ended with the two of you cuddled up in his bed, admiring each other’s faces

“Such a good baby. I love you so much” his eyes never left your face as he rambled on about how much he loved you

“I love you more my bambi”

He laughed shyly at your response

“Not possible princess”

Author’s note: Once again tysm for sending in this request! I hope you all enjoyed it! Please feel free to leave requests in my inbox and I’ll try my best to get through them!

Thank you so much for taking the time to read through my work and I hope you look forward to more 🩵

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meownotgood · 2 years

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new message !! / CSM x reader

the texts they send you when you're away.

includes: aki, denji, & yoshida

genre: headcanons / fluff

note: this post is sfw, but this account contains nsfw content. please do not follow if you are a minor.

☆ AKI basically never uses his phone. He doesn't have any social media; you can coax him into installing some if you want, but he's not going to use them. If he wants to speak to you, he'll usually opt to call you rather than send a text because he prefers to hear your voice. But in situations where he can't, or when he just wants to let you know he's thinking of you, he'll send a message your way.

14:22 [ aki <3 ]: Hey.

14:25 [ aki <3 ]: I miss you.

14:29 [ aki <3 ]: Do you want to go out tonight? We can go anywhere you'd like. My treat.

Even though Aki pays little attention to his phone, if you ever text him, he's usually quick to reply. If you call him, the phone will never go more than three rings without an answer. For one, he's memorized your special ringtone (it's a song you texted to him the first time he gave you his number). And for second, you, Denji, and Power are the only ones who ever send him texts, so he knows if he gets a notification, it's probably important.

In the rare cases where he happens to miss your call though, the texts he sends immediately after are always extremely apologetic.

22:46 [ aki <3 ]: I'm sorry I missed your call.

22:48 [ aki <3 ]: Are you okay? Do you need anything?

22:51 [ aki <3 ]: Call me back when you get the chance.

Sometimes Aki sends you goofy pics of whatever mischief Denji and Power are getting up to, or pictures of Meowy when he's sleeping on Aki's lap. He also loves to send you pictures of the view from his balcony when he's having a smoke.

7:14 [ aki <3 ]: (1 image attachment)

7:17 [ aki <3 ]: The sunrise over the city is really beautiful today. I wish you were here to see it.

Aki rarely takes or sends pictures of himself. He'll take pictures with you if you ask, and if you beg to see him hard enough, maybe he'll send you a selfie. Maybe. Only after he re-takes it a thousand times to make sure it's perfect.

Aki's texts are always professional and proper, just like his demeanor. He always capitalizes his sentences, always uses correct grammar, and never uses any emojis or abbreviations. The one exception to this rule is if he's drunk. Aki tries to stay away from his phone when he's plastered, but if he manages to get his hands on it, you can expect to wake up to several incoherent drunk texts.

2:35 [ aki <3 ]: hi sweeetheartv

2:36 [ aki <3 ]: im drunk sorry

2:36 [ aki <3 ]: but I lpve u so much

2:36 [ aki <3 ]: myy anwgel

2:38 [ aki <3 ]: miss u terribly. come out 2 drink w us nextt time yeah??,

After texting you for a while, Aki developed a small habit of texting you good morning and good night. When you told him you liked it, he made certain to never forget to send you a good morning and good night text every single day. Your contact in his phone is the first thing he sees when he wakes up and the last thing he sees before he goes to bed.

23:41 [ aki <3 ]: Goodnight. Sleep well and have sweet dreams. Text me when you wake up tomorrow.

☆ DENJI asked you for your number as soon as Aki bought him a cell phone. He had absolutely no clue how to use it at first, but thankfully, you were there to teach him. And double thankfully, phones have built in autocorrect, so he doesn't have to worry about spelling everything wrong (most of the time).

Now he can talk to you whenever he wants! And boy, does Denji send you a lot of texts. If your phone is vibrating like crazy, you know it's probably Denji. He essentially uses your inbox as his way to tell you everything he's thinking at any given point.

10:34 [ denji ^^ ]: Dude at work rn SOOOO BORED

10:34 [ denji ^^ ]: I wanna hang out with u

10:34 [ denji ^^ ]: This suckkkkzzzzzzzz

10:35 [ denji ^^ ]: What are u doin?

10:36 [ denji ^^ ]: Hey check out what Power just showed me lol 8====D~~~~~~

10:36 [ denji ^^ ]: It's a dick

Once Denji figured out how to send pictures to you, he had his heart set on sending you pictures of literally everything. He sends you pics of all the stuff he comes across that he thinks you might find cool. He also sends lots of pictures of Power and Aki. Sometimes Meowy too, if he can get the cat to hold still.

They're all blurry and incomprehensible most of the time, but you suppose it's the thought that counts. Besides, you can still make them out... kinda.

18:19 [ denji ^^ ]: (1 image attachment)

18:19 [ denji ^^ ]: Shit its blurry

18:21 [ denji ^^ ]: (1 image attachment)

18:21 [ denji ^^ ]: Look dude I beat Powers ASS at mario kart

18:21 [ denji ^^ ]: You should come over and play its really fun

18:22 [ denji ^^ ]: If u want to

Of course, Denji loves when you send pictures to him, too. It's crazy to him that he can see what you're doing and where you are through his little phone screen. He saves every picture you send (after he bothered Aki to show him how), but the pictures you send of your face are his favorite. Denji will never leave you on read, so if your message says opened for a while, trust that he's just admiring your picture.

13:57 [ denji ^^ ]: CYTE

13:57 [ denji ^^ ]: CUTE

13:58 [ denji ^^ ]: I mean

13:58 [ denji ^^ ]: Your cute

14:07 [ denji ^^ ]: Hey how do I make it my background???

Denji hasn't quite figured out how to use all the features on his phone. Honestly, you're not sure he even knows what Google is. You don't really want to tell him though. You won't admit it, but you secretly like when he comes to you with every single question he has.

17:25 [ denji ^^ ]: Do u know what 12 x 7 is

17:25 [ denji ^^ ]: I dunno

17:26 [ denji ^^ ]: Aki tell me to look it up but idk how

17:32 [ denji ^^ ]: Can u come over

☆ YOSHIDA is super popular and super cool, so it took you a while to work up the courage to ask for his number. Although he gave it to you gladly, you weren't sure if he would even bother to text you after the exchange. You know he's in a ton of group chats with his classmates, and he has a lot of followers on social media. He probably didn't care to text someone unimportant like you... right?

Well, you soon found out that you were very wrong. Yoshida was waiting for this for a long time, actually. And he has no problem ignoring all of his other messages and notifications just to text you back.

15:26 [ yoshida ❀ ]: hey, you weren't in class today, what's up?

15:28 [ yoshida ❀ ]: i can come over and show you what we went over today if you want

15:29 [ yoshida ❀ ]: i'll bring iced coffee too :)

Yoshida uses the fact that you two are classmates as an excuse to text you more than necessary. He sends you pictures of the white board or last night's homework answers, even if you didn't ask for them. Somehow, he always ends up as your partner on group projects. He's just texting you a lot 'cause he wants to get to know his partner, that's all.

His favorite pass-time in class is texting you instead of paying attention. He knows he's going to ace this test anyways, and the current lecture is soooooo boring. The time will definitely go by quicker if he spends it messaging you and stealing glances at you when he can.

9:15 [ yoshida ❀ ]: im totally gonna fall asleep

9:15 [ yoshida ❀ ]: i hate this professor

9:17 [ yoshida ❀ ]: hey. look over here

9:18 [ yoshida ❀ ]: did you see me wave? :)

9:18 [ yoshida ❀ ]: your outfit today is cute btw

Yoshida is no stranger to sending you pictures of himself, too. He has a little bit of smugness about it. Yoshida knows that he's handsome and he knows that he's effortlessly photogenic, so whenever he sees a photo opportunity, he's going to take it.

18:04 [ yoshida ❀ ]: (1 image attachment)

18:06 [ yoshida ❀ ]: (1 image attachment)

18:07 [ yoshida ❀ ]: which one should i post? or which one do you like more?

18:10 [ yoshida ❀ ]: next time i see you, you should take a picture with me. i want to post a pic of the both of us. ^.^

Yoshida really enjoys texting with you, even if you end up texting back and forth late into the night, when he should be sleeping so he can get up early for school tomorrow. He's a night owl anyway, so honestly, he's fine with sacrificing on the sleep so he can talk to you. And if you call him? Even better. He could listen to your voice forever.

Speaking of, his favorite thing is sending you voice messages. It's a bit more convenient than texting, plus he knows you're a sucker for his smooth voice. He almost always sends you a voice message in the morning while he's walking to class.

7:25 [ yoshida ❀ ]: (1 voice note)

7:28 [ yoshida ❀ ]: (1 link)

7:28 [ yoshida ❀ ]: here's the playlist i was talking about in that voice message

7:29 [ yoshida ❀ ]: give it a listen when you can, i think you'll like it <3

#aki hayakawa x reader #aki x reader #yoshida x reader #yoshida hirofumi x reader #denji x reader #csm x reader #chainsaw man x reader #aki hayakawa #denji #yoshida #yoshida hirofumi #chainsaw man fluff #chainsaw man headcanons

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Love Language - Min Yoongi

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Summary: Just Yoongi and his love language.

Warnings: MATURE CONTENT. Kissing, heavy making out, fingering, mentions of squirting, unprotected sex (please don't), Yoongi's long fingers, big dick Yoongi, mentions of Namjoon third wheeling. Porn with plot but mostly porn. Marriage au.

Words: 3.8k

Ratings: 18+

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Waking up on a Sunday without your husband's warmth around you makes you whine into your pillow. You turn around to feel his side of the bed, and you feel it's still warm. He must've woken up not long before you did. You go down the stairs to find him in his study, busy on his phone, probably talking to Namjoon according to the dongsaeng-but-formal tone he is using.

Seeing him in those black sleeping shorts and the incorrectly buttoned up white shirt you tore off of him last night sends a tingle between your legs. You almost throw your head back in need when he puts on his glasses, pushing his hair back trying to find something on his desk.

When he sees you standing there, he hangs up telling Namjoon he will call him after he finds whatever he was trying to find, hanging up he smiles at you. "Hey, have you seen the black binder you gifted me some months ago?" He asks with his eyes and hands busy on his table.

Lifting his head he notices your confused expression so he stops to explain with his hands. "Yay big and yay high, it was gold plated on the ends?" You look at his description and immediately recognize the binder, the one you gifted him for the aesthetic of his file drawer. Black and gold.

"Yes that is in the bed room lemme get it for you." he nods at your statement smiling and you run and bring the binder back. When you come back you see him clutching his hair in his hands and oh his hands.

The veins, making you want him to wrap his hands around your neck while he fucks you- No.

Get it together Y/N, its 10 am in the morning! Although the morning pound down doesn't sound bad, he seems very busy.

A kiss doesn't sound bad though.

You walk towards him bringing his file behind your back with a smile, he hears your footsteps and turns towards you with a smile.

"Thankyou baby." He says in his oh-so raspy voice and you melt. He reaches out to take it from you but you lift both of your arms to wrap them around him, the file still in your hand. He giggles and kisses you, his hands finding their way to your ass. Squeezing your flesh to make you moan with him still attached to your lips.

"Good morning to you too Y/N." Speaks a bored voice from the speaker of your husband's phone and you detach from his face with wide eyes trying to get away but he pulls you towards him with a lazy smirk on his face. You hit your husband playfully but embarrassed and also answer the greetings from your friend.

"Hey, u-um good morning Joon. Didn't know you were on a call and I'm sorry I should probably go."

"No no nothing so urgent that I should be a cockblock. Call me later hyung. Happy humps." Without giving your husband a chance to retaliate at the hump comment he hangs up and you smile guiltily at your husband.

"Yeah. I'm gonna smack this little motherfucker's head for this mmph-" you cut him off his rant as you kiss him again, giving him the lead as soon as he slips his tongue in. Moaning at the way he grabs your hair at the nape, biting onto your lower lip making you gasp.

He traces his hand down your spine to reach the hem of his oversized T-shirt you borrowed last night and he swears it's hotter taking it off than any of the dresses he's ripped off of you.

He lifts it up to your waist and ties it in a knot, you watch his long fingers make a knot just below your breasts and then trace them along your waistline "Wanted to fuck you in my T-shirt but didn't want it to come in the way so." He shrugs at the end of the sentence and you chuckled before being cut off by getting turned and bent over the desk suddenly.

He bends down to the level of your cunt with a knowing smile and keeps one of his hands over your lower back to keep you in place. The cold desk wood under your tummy makes you hiss, but it turns into a short moan when he spreads your ass cheeks and runs his index finger between them over your damp folds.

He pushes his finger with pressure to tease you over the cloth making you squirm in place. Your heels rise making you tip toe when he drags his fingers towards your clit with the same pressure.

"Fucking ready. Every fucking time." He grits out to himself and you let out a small whine at his delay, squirming in place. He scoffs at your impatience and pulls your underwear down, slow and teasing.

"Baby, please" you whine at his slow movements but he suddenly slaps at your clit making you jolt.

"Impatient huh?" You nod and breathe shakily at the sting but feel more wetness drizzle out, moaning at the feeling.

"Look at that" he pushes two fingers in you and you both groan at the same time. You feel like you will curl up due to the feeling his fingers give when he twists them and rubs them around like he is trying to find something and oh-

He does. He fucking does.

Your knees buckle when he finds that spot and you start panting when he keeps rubbing the spongy area. Cooing at your whimpering self, he picks up his pace, rubbing and jabbing your spot making your head go dizzy at the pressure. You try lifting yourself up but his hand's pressure tells you to take it just like he is giving it to you.

A vibration causes you to flinch and you see him get up and flip his phone towards him to check the caller id. Panicked you pull yourself up to convince him to not pick up the phone, making him slip his fingers out in the process.

"Yoongi don't you dar-" but before you could finish your sentence, he motions you to stay silent with his finger on his lips. You shake your head knowing you couldn't stay silent while he talks if he goes anyway further than his fingers still hovering over your entrance.

A voice booms from the phone on the table which kinda replicates yours, but with a different reason of panting. You guess he is running around.

"Hyung, I am so sorry but you need to call and decide the order and topics for the four presenters for tomorrow.." the rest of the voices go deaf around your ears when Yoongi stuffs his fingers in your pussy and covers your mouth at the same time, muffling the gasp.

He scoffs in your ear and whispers in his low raspy voice, "Pathetic little slut." Jabbing his fingers harder at every word. He changes the angles of his fingers making you clench and roll your eyes back. You hold his wrist over your mouth for dear life while he holds your body in place.

You feel tears brim in your eyes as he hits the spot again and again and again. Your legs shake and you tighten around his fingers and he chuckles at your ministrations, he knows you like this. Every time Namjoon speaks you try to keep your voice in and it gets you wetter at the thought of getting caught.

You snap out of the daze when he speaks addressing the younger business partner, "Joon I requested Y/N to attend the party next week and I think she wants to come" he licks your earlobe at the end of the statement and you nod vigorously.

Bringing his hand to the front he rubs your clit with three of his fingers, making you spread your legs out of instinct. You buck your hips and try grinding on his fingers chasing your high, the rush in your ears blocking out any kind of conversation around you.

You start feeling the telltale of the upcoming orgasm and your body shakes and twitches when the heat passes out of you. Your eyes roll back to your head when he bites on your earlobe, removing his hand from your lips and you watch him hang up.

You have no clue when the conversation ended but your shaking body falls on the table and you cry out. He slows his hand down to let you ride your high while you grind on his fingers absentmindedly rolling your hips, eyes squeezed shut as you breathe heavily.

He removes his hand and smiles at you when you turn your head to glare at him, breathing heavily.

He helps you stand up and hold you by your waist when your knees buckle and has this shit-eating grin on his face. Pulling you towards him he gives you an open-mouthed kiss but you push him away panting. "Fuck you, Min. What if he heard something?!" He chuckles and grabs you by the waist tucking your hair behind your ear, tilting his head to make better eye contact.

"Then he would hear how I make you cry when you come." His low and deep voice sends cold shivers in your lower back.

"I gotta work now baby, or Namjoon will physically come here and make me do it." He pats your butt to get you going but you raise your eyebrows at him before nodding down to the boner he has. He laughs and holds your cheeks making your lips pout.

"As tempting as you sucking me off sounds, I would rather fuck you." He gives your pouted lips a chaste kiss before letting you go but you step forward and kiss him while grabbing his dick over his shorts making him growl in your mouth.

"Fuck me good babe. I'll be waiting."

"Oh I will." He grins, shaking his head while watching you turning around, knot still above your ass and you make your way out of the room with your ass on full display. Groaning he turns his head towards his desk and then looks at his dick.

Yeah. A cold shower.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You gave him the whole day, trying to distract yourself with the work you had left incomplete and sending it to your HR, changing the bed sheets, sending your blazers to dry cleaning since it was a sick leave for your housemaid, buying grocery and bringing him his usual box full of tangerines and snacks with some beer to store in for football-match-with-the-boys-wuhoo! As Jungkook said.

It was 5:38 in the evening when you were cleaning the kitchen after having your second cup of coffee when you see him enter the room rubbing his neck. You felt really bad for him when you made eye contact with his tired ones, he took a shower and changed his clothes into a clean pair of black sweatpants and a white T-shirt.

He padded across the room to reach towards you to kiss you. Kissing him back you giggle and pull away, asking him softly, "Have you even eaten anything, baby?" He immediately nods to your question and lists the amount of frozen food he microwaved since you were not home.

Shaking your head at him you say, "Yoongi, you did know I made some shrimp sandwiches for you? I texted you about that too."

He looks back at the kitchen counter and finds an oven tray covered with plastic wrap filled with some sandwiches. Chuckling he lets go of you and sits on the black stool matching the breakfast counter.

"Sorry, I guess I was distracted with work, I just finished the sorting process for tomorrow's meeting with Namjoon, and he was constantly making sure that he was making the right decisions. This deal means a lot to him and I merely got 5 minutes of time when It hit 2:30 and I was horny, hungry, and exhausted at the same time. Wanted to fuck you so bad, baby, but then I didn't see you at home so I had to suffice my other biological needs..." rolling his eyes he continues.

"Sorry I couldn't eat the sandwiches." He looks at you with guilty eyes and you couldn't help but smile at him. He didn't need to explain anything but he elaborated the reasons why he couldn't eat the sandwiches?

You did marry a gentleman.

You step towards him and kiss his cheek. Flicking away the long hair that was coming into his eyes as you say, "Listen, baby, you don't need to explain anything. I know how much this means to you and Joon so please don't apologize. I just wanna know you're resting enough to not get exhausted. Okay?" He nods at your statement and you bend to kiss his lips while standing between his knees, his hands automatically coming up to your waist.

You don't realize when the kiss became hungrier, was it at the first groan you let out? Or the moment he pushed his tongue in and took control in his hand? Neither of you care about what led you to jump into his arms when he took you to the master bedroom removing your summer dress and his t-shirt in the hallway.

Laying you down on the bed, he hovers over your red flushed face. "Gonna make you cum so much, we would need to dry off the mattress." You chuckle at this and he gives you an open-mouthed kiss, making his way down licking and kissing all the way down from your neck to the collarbones, through the valley of your breasts, tweaking your nipples a couple of times before taking them into his mouth.

Gasping at the warmth from his tongue around the bud you grab the sheets beside your head with one hand and the other finds home in his hair making him growl. He leaves your nipples and traces his way with his tongue over your clothed pussy.

Instead of teasing this time he pulls the underwear all the way to your ankles before throwing it into some dark corner of the room. The dusk hours make the yellowish brown lights reflect on your honey skin, leading him to bite into your thighs while pressing his thumb over your clit.

Your impatient whine makes him determined to make you come hard, he loved teasing you but loves to watch you fall apart for him. So he digs in with his tongue tracing patterns all over your folds and your bundle of nerves which you couldn't decipher due to the soon entering fingers inside you, the cold sensation of his ring, and the stretch feeling heavenly, you know you wouldn't last long this time.

He finds a rhythm in which he feels you tightening around his fingers and lets out a chuckle at the way you were clenching. "I know you're close baby, come for me. Make a mess on my fingers." And as if on call, your body spasms and he rubs your clit with his other hand making your body curl up. He stares at the way your cunt flutters and almost drools after he pulls his fingers out, watching it drizzle your sweet slick. Bending down he licks up a stripe over your pussy making you gasp.

"Yoongi- s-sensitive. P-please." You gasp but still roll your hips trying to match his tongue. He hums pushing his tongue inside you and you almost feel it in your stomach. Your body arches as he swirls his warm muscle inside your hole and Yoongi groans at the taste and the thought of you clenching on his cock.

You feel the heat building up again at the slow pace he is licking you up at, not overwhelming your nerves but instead making them feel at ease and when he sees your limbs shaking he looks up and smirks at you who was already watching him eat you out. He winks at you and increases the pace of his tongue flicking at your clit.

You gasp at how he is making you feel the heat in your ears and toes, stretching your feet and tightening your muscles to reach the orgasm faster, your hands fly in directions to hold on to something.

"F-Fuck, don't stop-don't stop-don't stop. Fuck b-baby!" You cry out grabbing onto his hair with wide eyes, mind focusing on achieving that high. His groans make you reach it faster.

The constant flicking along with his long firm fingers rubbing your folds with pressure without entering, just massaging it to make it feel the pressure and pleasure makes you come and he pushes his tongue inside you at that exact moment making your eyes roll back. Your legs try to snap shut but he holds them open. Your legs shake continuously and you feel yourself ooze out a little bit of your soul.

He gets up with a gummy smile on his face making you laugh and you both start laughing when he hovers above you. "You really boost my ego baby, I mean, coming so much. I must be doing something right?"

He sounds cocky but you know he is saying the truth, nobody has ever made you feel like he does, emotionally, physically, and mentally safe.

"Wanna taste?" He asks you with mischief in his cat-like eyes and you nod with dizzy eyes, making his eyes darken, keeping eye contact he dips one of his hands and pushes inside you making you gasp a little which he mocks by gasping in a high-pitched voice and smirking later at your wide and embarrassed eyes.

He lifts his finger up and spreads it apart to show you the strings your slick creates between his fingers, you push your tongue out and he smirks, proud. "My filthy baby." He pushes those fingers in your mouth rubbing the taste of your cum on your tongue. Groaning at the taste you swirl your tongue around his digits, which he watches with dark eyes.

He pulls the fingers out and wipes them on your cheeks, grabbing your face with his fingers he opens up your mouth. "Now for the main course." Spitting in your mouth he watches you moan at the feeling and gulp it in, for which he kisses you, proudly.

He gets up and removes his sweatpants and you feel your mouth water at him pumping his dick while watching your cunt leak. He smiles when you spread your legs wider and hover above you, tilting your face towards his, making eye contact, he enters you slowly and you feel your body arch at the girth of his cock.

Min Yoongi has been the best dick you've been fucked by, with the perfect length, perfect width, and the prettiest features. Pretty, just like him. He knows you have a thing for eye contact, he observed this in the first 3 months of the relationship when you couldn't hold his stare, he knew it would turn you on while he fucked you, he loved seeing you squirm so it made his dick hard too. You proved his theory when he fingered you in front of the mirror making eye contact and making you watch yourself come undone for him, surprising him by squirting on his fingers. Just Perfect.

Your eyes widen and he shakily exhales. "Fuck. You're so perfect and so wet. Reminds me of your mouth. You're warm on every end, baby." He grits through his teeth but none of his words reach you when his hips start hammering you into the mattress.

He fucks you slow taking in every expression, watching your eyes roll back, dragging his cock slower making you scratch his back with your nails. Groaning in your ear his strokes getting hard and fast, hard and short, he tries every angle he loves seeing you twitch in. He pulls up both your legs over his waist, still fucking in at a slow-hard-deep pace and you whine loudly making him grab your thigh at the control he is showing not to bust at your voice's high pitch and neediness.

"Fuck Yoongi, right there. Right there. Faster, please. I'm gonna die if you don't go any faster. Make me come please make me." He looks at you and you clench, growling at the tight grip you have around him, he gives you what you want. Faster-harder-deeper. Your body jolts back at every stroke but the expression on your face makes him lose his control, he grabs both your hands and pins them beside your head.

Your body arches into his, your nipples touching his bare chest, you cry out in pleasure, walls spasming and tightening around him.

"Gonna come. Y/N fuck baby" he growls in your ear while you say his name like a mantra, digging your nails in your palms. You both come at the same time making you tremble in his hold and feet digging in his lower back. He bites your neck when he feels you lifting your hips meeting his strokes to reach the end of both your highs.

Slowing down when you whine in overstimulation, he pulls out. You both stay there watching the lights on the ceiling which were never turned on and you realize, it's dark outside. Checking the digital clock you see it's been more than 35 minutes since you entered the room. You laugh at the heavy breaths you and your husband are letting out but soon you cringe because of the sticky sheets under you.

"You need to change them this time, I just did them in the afternoon, Min."

"Let me breathe a second woman? Why are you so bossy?" He gets up feigning annoyance but you hear the breathy chuckle he lets out. You roll your eyes at his accusations while he helps you get up, laughing at the faces you make when you feel the warm sheets mixed with the weird temperatured cum.

After-care with warm showers and thigh massages was an important part of the sexual routine you and Min Yoongi had, but the best part? The best part was when he feeds you the food he cooks with so much love and furrowed eyebrows due to the concentration he has in that apron with a cat with its middle finger out, the intense amount of attention towards the dish makes him unconsciously poke his tongue out through his lips while he plates the dish.

Bringing you a pair of fresh wooden chopsticks and wine, his face smeared with flour as he made you some fresh and greasy kimchi jeon. You know he loves cooking you food but would never admit it.

So, not wanting you to do much after the sweat session, he just cockily said 'Don't strain your already jelly-like legs, you tiny human.' Which secretly means, rest because you're sore. He is not very outspoken about his feelings so he might seem a little concealed, it's just that, he has a different language for love, he just needed somebody to decode it.

Luckily, it's you.

I'M IN LOVE WITH THE DILF MIN YOONGI. GONNA GET THIS PICTURE TATTOOED ON MY BOOB.

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