#pwnp

[melanchol1cs]

HEAVEN IS BETWEEN HER LEGS.

leon kennedy x reader

word count: 1.5k summary: leon eating that pussy, craaazzyy styleuhh masterlist | taglist | wips

18+ MDNI. porn with no plot basically, oral sex, fingering, teasing, multiple orgasms, pussy drunk leon (meow).

notes: boo. i probably could’ve thought of a better title than this, but considering this kinda just came to me on a whim, oh well. also, don’t mind if this sucks, i kinda wasted the last bit of motivation i had left just to finish this, so don’t expect anything from me in the next few weeks…

it wasn't uncommon for leon's days to revolve around getting his dick wet. and this particular mid-afternoon found him parked between your thighs, your legs draped lazily over his broad shoulders.

leon's busy tongue works its magic between your legs, his skilled mouth lavishing your most sacred spots with worship as he devours you whole. lost in a haze of pleasure, you couldn't begin to fathom how many minutes, hours, or even days he's had you spread out like this for him, your world narrowing down to the feel of his scruffy chin grazing your inner thighs and his insatiably curious lips seeking out every inch of your sweetest flesh.

perhaps it's still morning, or could the sun be high overhead casting a warm glow through the windows? time's become irrelevant when he's at work dismantling your resolve, reducing you to nothing more than a trembling mess of sensation begging for release.

you can't even begin to tally up the number of fingers he's got buried inside you, stretching your walls and coaxing out every drop of pleasure. all you know for certain is that it feels impossibly good.

those same large hands knead the globes of your ass, pulling you further open for his eager tongue. his other hand sneaks between your thighs, stroking and teasing over the hypersensitive skin until your back arches sharply off the couch in a silent plea for more.

you sighed and tangled your hands in his dirty blonde hair, urging his face deeper into your heat as he worked his way into you. leon made a mental note, his tongue flicking out to taste you anew: the spot where your thigh crests hit his chin when you're missionary, now, the dip where your knee bends, and the subtle groove that promises your clitoris...these geography lessons kept him occupied as you writhed against his lips and tongue with an impassioned 'ah'.

“fuuuck,” he growls against your soaked cunt, the vibrations almost enough to send you careening over the edge right then and there.

leaning into you further, he dragged his nose up your slit, savoring the musky taste before giving your clit a playful nip. he’s rewarded with a sweet, high-pitched sound that seemed to vibrate straight from your core into his palms pressed firmly against your asscheeks.

he loved the tiny quiver that ran through you each time his tongue or teeth brushed against your sensitive spot, the flush of pink that spread across your pale thighs.

leon hums, the low rumble vibrating against your wet flesh an additional torment you can ill-afford. not that you're trying much, really. your fingers continue to tug at the blonde strands of his hair, urging him deeper.

one fingertip swipes gently against your entrance before delving inside, the delicate invasion sending a shiver up your spine. he curves around your g-spot, relishing the subtle twitch of your inner walls in response. as he withdraws his digit with a lewd slosh, he brought it to his lips, sucking off your essence like a thirsty man rediscovering a favorite colada.

his gaze flicks up to meet yours, seeing how you're struggling to maintain eye contact in result of the overwhelming pleasure crashing through you.

"you like that?" he rasped, voice low and rough from the effort of speaking over the wet, slurping sounds of his ministrations.

the way you tighten around his tongue and the way your back arches told him all he needed to know. and maybe he was a sadist, a twisted little fuck, lapping at your wet slit over and over, denying you that final peak. but seeing the desperate way you clung to his hair, hearing the broken sounds of pleasure tumbling from your lips, he couldn't bring himself to hold back, not now that he'd caught a glimpse of the fireworks in your pretty, glassy eyes.

he knows the telltale signs, the little tells that indicate you're teetering on the precipice. and hell if it doesn't make him harder.

but he's far from done with you yet. he gentles his touch, slowing his movements to a teasing pace that keeps you teetering on the brink of another release without quite reaching it. a soothing hum escapes his throat as he drags his thumb up to circle your sensitive clit, the touch so light it might barely register, but the effect is electric.

you're panting hard, gasping out his name like a prayer, a plea, a hymn to the divine sensation he's conjuring within you.

"come on baby, gimme another one," he coaxes, the words muffled by the flesh of your pussy. the words are slurred, almost indistinguishable from the rhythmic groans he's making as he eats you out with single-minded determination.

his own hand slides from your hip to gently part your lips, opening you further in welcome as he delves back in. the muscles in his broad shoulders flex beneath your thighs, the effort of maintaining position between your spread legs clear. but fuck, he's a stubborn one. unwilling to yield, even as the drool that escapes his lower lip drips onto the couch.

fuck, he's a damn masochist, too, because the desperation in your eyes, the way your voice cracks as you beg for release is like a sweet, sweet aphrodisiac to him. his cock throbs, weeping in its confines, eager to join the fray, but no, he holds back.

he's addicted to the view—your sweat-streaked face, flushed and slack, the glassy eyes locked on his, the plush thighs trembling with the effort of staying put.

he doubles down, tongue flattening against your weeping slit as he presses in deep. the squelching noises are so loud in the stillness, his ears echoing with the rhythmic wet blurp-blurp-blurp he's creating. he swirls that long, dexterous muscle around your throbbing clit before plunging back to your tender insides, over and over and over again.

to him, you taste divine, an intoxication of sweat, need and the tangy sharpness of arousal he drinks from greedily. his fingers slide up to press firm and unyielding against the shell of your ear, blocking out the world as he tongue-rapes you with an unrestrained intensity you barely understand but crave so deeply. when he senses your body start to wind down, the thrumming ache receding, he abruptly changes tack.

his fingers play around with your clit, tracing abstract patterns meant to torment and tease. your hips buck reflexively, seeking more even as your body screams for mercy. and fuck, now that he's got that addictive rhythm down, you know you're a goner, fucked six ways from sunday and you'll thank him for it later.

“lee- leon, please—“ your pleas slip out in ragged gasps against the backdrop of his relentless ministrations.

he could play coy, keep driving you to the brink before letting you crest, drawing the sweet, mindless pleasure out even longer. but he so badly wants to see (and feel) your complete surrender to him, his greedy tongue devouring you, his hands bringing you closer and closer.

his balls ache, his cock straining against the zipper, begging for freedom to bury itself deep inside you, to feel your tight, slick heat engulfing him, milking him for all he's worth. but no, not yet, not until you're wrung dry, trembling and sobbing on the edge of oblivion. that's the real prize here, watching you break apart at his mercy, your sweet surrender a reward he craves above all else.

leon's movements become frenzied, his pace a blur of tongue and lips and teeth as he chases that elusive peak, determined to push you over the edge, to hear you scream his name as you come undone on his face.

he's a goddamn addict, and this is his fix, and fuck, it's the best drug in the world.

“come on baby, do it for me…”

he utters against your soaked slit before he curls his tongue into that perfect 'come-hither' formation, seeking out the swollen little bundle of nerves at the apex of your sex. one, two, three languid swirls around it, stoking the embers of your arousal until it's a raging inferno capable of incinerating any thought of restraint.

your hips jerk wildly, trying in vain to grind against his relentless tongue or mouth or whatever he's using to torment your oversensitive clit and swollen lips into one glorious, never-ending orgasm.

the pleasure is so overwhelming you barely register the choked-off cry that rips from your throat.

when the aftershocks finally subside, leaving you limp and trembling against the couch, he finally releases you, pulling back to admire his handiwork with a cocky smirk. your thighs still clench weakly, trying to keep him close, but he's not about to complain.

you're half dazed and delirious, and leon’s breathy whispers barely penetrate the haze of lust clouding your mind.

“just one more baby, please?”

tags: @bonnibuckets @kuntprodukt

[galespillowprincess]

This has been what’s holding me up with my first ever fic.

I started writing it in February 😭

It’s not even long 😭😭

It’s just supposed to be PWNP but I keep trying to add plot! Then I rewrite because things conflict with canon or they sound too ooc, then I abandon it because I convince myself that it’s only this big of a struggle because it’s shit. Then I get inspired again but my new ideas don’t line up with some of what I’ve already written so I have to go back to square one.

Then I’m like ugh, there’s not enough romance! We need romance! But where do I start? How far back do I go? What event triggered the ooshy gooshy feefees and how long do I need to spend telling that part of the story? Does it feel like a waste of time? Does it feel forced? Does it need to be its own chapter? Am I doing chapters now? No I’m not doing chapters, am I mad?! Let’s just scrap it…

Then I get an idea and I add it to my notes, which at this point are a significantly longer read than the actual story.

Fml 😂😭

My constant struggle when writing PWP

[6atals]

[제이크] 𝜗𝜚 ┈ your pussy so good, jake might throw up a set . . .

𝓌𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵𝘆!𝒿𝗮𝗸𝗲 ˖ 𝒻𝗲𝗺!𝓇𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 g. smut , nsfw , manhandling , skinship , established relationship , daddy kink , oral (f. rec) pwnp. 622WC ─── ℛ𝙀𝘼𝘿𝒾𝗡𝗚 𝓈𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗙 (coming soon ??) . 𓋜 . intimacy , pussy drunk ⟡ ⋆ not requested! not proofread! — reblog to become apart of the taglist ❤︎︎ my inbox is always open!

ℳ𝗶𝗿𝗮’𝘀 𝓃𝗼𝘁𝗲! 🗯️ . . . based off that one bruno mars song, i can’t get it out my head..

fat, juicy, and wet.

were the only three words jake needed to describe your tasty cunt. maybe, his stress reliever, his motivation to get through the day, nope. fat, juicy, and wet.

you knew jake was a madman when you two got into the bedroom, but something about today was different with jake.

“mm.. jakey..” you gripped onto his hair and looked down at him.

his tongue latched onto the nub of your clit hungrily, one hand keeping you pinned to the couch and the other one going higher to massage your breasts. you moaned out at the feeling of so many different feelings at a time. “goddamn mama.. this pussy is gonna be the death of me. could eat this pussy all day.” he moaned into your clit, closing his eyes as he embraced your cunt as if it were some prize he had worked for all week.

your legs clamped around his head, trying to get more friction. by now, he’s memorized all the parts that make you squirm whenever his tongue brushes across it. “had such a bad fucking— day today. fuck.. stupid fucking workers don’t know what they’re doing.. mmngh..missed this sweet pussy angel..”

jake groans into your sopping cunt about how, "can’t believe i had to wait all day for this little pussy.. fuck," pausing, simply to pull back and shoot at messy dime of spit right in between your folds. “was thinking about this fucking pussy all day. my fucking pussy.”

“daddy—please..”

the name falls right onto your lips, “daddy’s here baby. tell daddy what you want and he’ll give you it. you know daddy doesn’t like when you don’t speak.” he groaned softly into your sensitive bud, sending a wave of pleasure through your body.

his fingers dig into the plush of your thighs before sticking his tongue inside you. your back arches off the bed as you felt his tongue swirl specifically around your clit. “come on. answer me baby or i’ll stop.”

“o-oh fu—ck! wan you to eat me out until i.. cry..” you moaned out, your hands frantically trying to find something to grab as jake continued the abuse on your cunny.

"feels so fuckin- fuck, need more," you squeal as you deepen the arch of your back to get closer, your head naturally falling backwards. you were a blabbering mess.

the second you peer down and meet his gaze, he slips an obnoxiously long finger inside you, curling upwards to instantly find your sweet spot. over and over and over again, just to get that satisfying feeling of hearing you moan. all because of him. his lips never detaching from where he always insists they always belong. “such a greedy fucking girl. need more baby? need more of daddy’s tongue? beg for it, angel.”

“pl—ease daddy.. gonna.. gonna be so good for you.” you begged. the tip of his tongue hits that mushy spot that has your toes curling immediately— which doesn’t go unnoticed by jake, gaining a low chuckle from him.

he’s putting his lips back onto your swollen clit, slushing and slobbering his tongue against it as he pistons his digit deep inside you. “ff-fuuuckkk.. right there jakey! m’gonna- ah!”

“cum for me angel. you deserve it.” you moaned out before releasing all over his face. his chin covered in all your juices, his face remained with a proud “i did that” look as he pulled his digits out of you.

you sighed, closing your eyes shut. such an eager boy.

do not copy, repost or steal my works.

©6atals est. 2025

[velvetcrimsonkisses]

☆DOUBLE! TROUBLE!☆

Suguru Geto × Satoru Gojo x Fem!reader

Cw: smut, threesome obv, blowjob, pussy eating, spit, eiffel tower, exchange of cum, boys kissing, fingering, multiple orgasm, creampie, unprotected, squirt, nipple play, pwnp

A threesome had never come to your mind not before, the two guys offered themselves and how could you tell them no. Having two pretty men in your bed felt like it could only be a dream.

“Isn’t she pretty?” Suguru looks over to a pouty Satoru as two of his fingers lift your chin to look at him. “Stop, don't be selfish. Let me touch her too,” Satoru remarks furrowing his eyebrows as he takes your hand and pulls you closer to him on the bed. Suguru swiftly pulls you out of Satoru’s grasp, bringing you into a sloppy kiss. His hands moving down to hold your hips, gently pulling you down on top of him. Satoru watches the kiss intently, feeling himself grow hard at what was unfolding but, with a hint of jealousy scattered across his perfect face.

“And what about me huh?” He cocks his head to the side, lips pout. “Not my problem…” Suguru mumbles, not wanting to pull his lips away from you. Satoru scoffs, moving towards you, trying to wedge himself between you both, his lips wandering onto your neck, soft kisses sensually moving to your jaw and finally to your lips, meeting you and Suguru in a kiss. Tongues swirling with each other, smacking together, and different moans all mix together. Both sets of large hands explore your body, savoring your soft skin, delicately pressing themselves deeper into you. Enthralling you in their arms, as if they were fighting for possessiveness over you. Suguru starts to mouth at your collarbone, nibbling on the sensitive skin as Satoru presses open-mouth kiss against the skin on your cheek, stopping near your earlobe before giving it a small bite. Satoru feels a wave of confidence come over him as you moan, dipping his hand down your pants.

“Are you wet princess?” His hot breath against your ear makes you shiver. “We should check, Satoru…” Suguru reaches down to spread your legs open, allowing both his and Satorus' hand to fit perfectly in your cunt. Both of them on either side of you, they have you locked in as they begin exploring your heat. Suguru’s fingers graze over your clit as Satoru explores your entrance, allowing a finger to slide in. “She is,” Suguru teases you as he slides a finger between your slit. “Look she’s talking to us,” Satoru smirks, stuffing you with another long digit. The sound of your wetness and moans echoing between all of you as he pumps his fingers in and out of you.

Suguru fingers graze your exposed back, reaching for the hem of your shirt to slowly pull it off. Throwing it across the room as Satoru removes your bottoms, dropping them to the floor. His blue eyes falling to your lacy panties. He looks at you with needy eyes, lowering himself face to face with your cunt. Suguru lays you down between his thighs, you feel his hard chest up against your back as he uses one hand to spread your legs open even wider. One hand reaches to massage your exposed chest as the other reaches down to open up your pussy and expose your throbbing clit to the white haired man in front of you. Satoru looked like he was starving, licking his lips as he intently watched Suguru continue to roll your clit between his fingers. The stimulation from Suguru’s fingers was already enough to drive you crazy but once Satoru layed on the bed, mouth directly lined up your heat and you could feel his hot breath against it. You were done for. Suguru moves his other hand up back to your chest, twirling your nipple with the tip of his fingertip to allow Satoru to start eating you up.

“So sweet princess…” Satoru spits on your clit, sending a vibration from your cunt all the way to your spine. Suguru grabs you softly by the neck so he can take a good look at your face, bringing you even closer so he could kiss you while Satoru continues making out your pussy. The way he moved his tongue in and out of you, with a rhythm he knew would have you creaming in no time. He was fast and so needy to please your pretty little cunt. Not to mention the other man trying to stuff his tongue down your throat, Suguru’s kisses were fiery and intense. Each man trying to claim as you their own at each end. You couldn’t think about anything else as you came for the first time that night. Your legs close around Satoru’s head. He could’ve sworn this was heaven as your legs trembled with the immense pleasure of your orgasm. You hold onto Sugurus biceps, digging your nails into him, arching your back. Desperate for some stabilization as you come down from the overwhelming stimulation.

Suguru breaks the kiss, his hand coming down to pull up Satoru from your pussy by his hair. “Look at him. She taste good, Toru?” Satoru doesn’t use his words to respond, he just simply nods, his face covered in your slick. “Lemme try…” Suguru pulls him up, both of them meeting in a kiss, exchanging your cum with flicks of their tongues, leaving you to just stare at them, jaw dropped at what was unfolding in front of your eyes. “You were right…” Suguru breaks the kiss, pushing Satoru to the side. A smirk spreads across the blue- eyed man’s face as he lands back onto the bed. “I told you,” Satoru grumbles, wiping his face. Their eyes fall back onto you.

“Can you take me now, pretty girl?” Suguru palms himself over his sweatpants. A quick nod was all he needed before his pants dropped to the floor and he was pumping himself. A deep red flush spreads across your face as you examine just how thick and heavy his cock was. A crimson red color on tip, veins protruding up and down the entirety of his length. “All fours babe..” he takes your hand helping you roll over. Satoru was still watching with a stupid grin plastered on his face, as he undresses himself, giving you a show as Suguru lines himself up behind you. He teases your entrance, rubbing his cock up and down your wet folds, causing you to groan as you move your ass back to rub on his pelvis. A silent plea telling him you needed him inside already.

“We did a good job prepping you baby… pussy was made for us,” He easily slides in, throwing his head back as he feels your cunt throb around him. The delicious stretch of his cock fogs your brain. The only thing you can focus on is how he fills you up inch by inch until you see Satoru standing in front of you, cock hard and free from his boxers. He wasn’t as thick as Suguru but his length definitely made up for it. A bubble gum pink color and a small pool of pre cum on the tip. “Don’t overwhelm her Satoru,” Suguru scolds him as he slowly grinds his cock into you at just the right angle, already making you roll your eyes to the back of your head. “I won’t Suguru, just showing her. Why don’t you kiss it, pretty girl?” He coos, moving your hair out of your face.

By the smirk on your face, Satoru knew you weren’t just going to kiss his cock. Peppering small kisses on the tip, the man above you becomes like puddy in your hands. Feeling your warm mouth around him was leaving him a babbling mess. “F-fuck so good,” his hand holds your head to make sure you don’t decide to tease and stop. He looks into your eyes, with a pleading look on face. You were gonna tease him, until you felt Suguru pick up his pace again. Both of them were close. Really close. As you fixate on the way Sugurus hard thrusts become more sloppy into you, Satoru’s cock twitches in your mouth causing you to gag. Your eyes become glossy from the tears that threaten to fall down your face. The immense pleasure of both them on either side of you, fucking you, with such skill drives you insane. “You want our cum baby?” Suguru grunts as Satoru is lost out of his mind. “Cum around my cock…” Sugurus hands tighten around your hips, holding you up.

Finally the knot deep inside you comes undone, causing you to squirt all over Suguru as he fills you with thick ropes of cum. One after another, pronounced with a deep thrust so he's sure it stays inside you. Not long after Satoru cums in your mouth, silky ropes of cum made it easy for you to swallow. Both men pull out slowly, Satoru watches your face contort into the very picture of bliss and content. Suguru on the other side watches his cum deliberately drip down your thighs, bringing his finger up to your hole and stuffing it back in.

Satoru falls back onto the bed as Suguru catches you with his strong arms before your legs give out. “I got you baby.” he coos, laying down on the bed with you. Satoru wastes no time in covering you in kisses, buttering you so he can ask you a very important question…

“My turn?”

[redr0sewrites]

HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT.

you know shadow milks female form.

scissoring...f... Scissorijg with fem shadow milk 🤤

📎 A/n: I SWEAR SOME OF U ARE INSIDE MY BRAIN GRRRR THIS IS SO YUM

📎 Cw: smut, fem!shadow milk cookie, pre established relationship, degrading, tribbing/scissoring, pwnp, reader is afab

📎 dividers

the sounds of the soft, sloppy click of your cunt against hers combined with your own salacious moans are the only noises in the luscious bedroom belonging to your lover. to you, Shadow Milk Cookie is always seemingly effortlessly attractive, but a few weeks ago, you'd accompanied him on a small mission- during which, you got to see another side of your lover for the first time- one of his alternate forms... a female one. seeing his female form had sparked an... interest, of sorts, inside you- a desperate, hasty sort of desire that had fermented for days until you'd finally blurted out your willingness to try that specific form in bed.

at the time, you had been hopelessly embarrassed, partly from your partner's teasing and partly from your loss of all remaining dignity, but that embarrassment doesn't even cross your mind as you slowly grind against her. fuck, had it all been worth it.

"look at me," Shadow Milk's voice snaps you back to the present. her command is teasing, yet strained, as she clenches against you.

"hh- lost in thought again, poppet? am i not interesting enough for you?"

you shake your head, leaning in close to melt into the crook of her head.

"answer me," she coos as thin, sharp fingernails trace up your spine.

"n-no ma'am," you mumble, heat rising to your cheeks. "was thinking 'bout you." your words are slurred from pleasure and need, and your thighs are already trembling as they frame hers. shes been teasing you all night, and you desperately want to reach your release. just the sight of her poised figure and perky breasts are arousing enough, but the dominant side that seems to be revealed along with this form is certainly doing it for you as well.

"oh? care to indulge me in your fantasies?" Shadow Milk Cookie rolls her hips abruptly against yours and you whine as your clits' kiss, rubbing together in tandem. she lets out a soft moan, indulging in the pleasure of it all as you stumble over your words.

"i was just thinking about you in general," you mewl, grinding against her with increased fervor. "nothing specific..."

one of Shadow Milk Cookie's hands finds purchase on your waist, while the other rises up, up, up to the back of your neck, firmly holding you in place against her. she finally begins to roll her hips with force, setting a slow but firm pace as she rocks against you. with a sigh, she leans in close to whisper in your ear.

"how boring... i haven't even made you come and your already so needy... but i suppose you're pretty cunt is doing all the speaking for you, hm?" you flush at her vulgar words, squirming in her grip as she holds you tight. you twitch and whine in her grasp as your pussy flutters against her, your hips moving almost automatically as you grind, and the wanton sound of skin slapping against skin combined with the smell of sex overwhelms your senses.

Shadow Milk's pace is unrelenting as she forces your hips together, the messy squelch making you flush at the vulgarity. you can already feel the coil in your stomach tightening, and you clench hard around nothing as you begin to practically hump against your partner. your juices mix as you hrind, spilling between you onto the already stained sheets. Shadow Milk mocks your eagerness, but her own voice is strained with arousal.

"h-hahh, are you close, doll?"

"ffuck, yes!" you stutter out, hips shaking as your clit pulses with each vigorous roll of your hips. "please... please can i...."

"you can cum," Shadow Milk hisses through gritted teeth, her own orgasm approaching rapidly. her words of approval send you over the edge and you cum with a vivacious moan, throwing your head back and rocking your hips with all your might, riding through your high. Shadow Milk Cookie cums in tandem with you, her own mewls of pleasure mixing with your own like a symphony as you both let your orgasms wash over you.

it takes several minutes for you to be fairly certain of your own consciousness, and you collapse backwards against the mattress. your cunt slides against your lovers with a sticky squelch as you pull away, and you whine in overstimulation. however, Shadow Milk Cookie looks at you with narrow, lustful eyes. you lay down on the pillows as you catch your breath, and she takes the opportunity to crawl on top of you, giving you a delicious show of her body. you gasp as she straddled you, inky blue hair falling weightlessly down her body and chest heaving with each breath.

"aw, you didn't think we were done, did you?"

GRRRRR NEED HER BAD. sorry this is short but URGH its been rotting in my brain rver since ive got this ask. i swear i got possessed when writing this. also the theme for this fic (like the banner) is so ass IM SORRYYY THERES NO GOOD CANON PHOTOS OF HER</3 also pls send in shmilk, pv, or black sapphire asks PLEASEEE <3

[blackynsupremacy]

DOUBLE TROUBLE

pairings: kal kent x black!fem!reader! x clark kent

summary: you get revenge on your cheating boyfriend by hooking up with his twin brother.

contains: 18+ content (mdni), smut, pwnp, redk!clark twin au, kal and clark are brothers, good twin/bad twin type of vibe, toxic relationship, cheating (both reader and kal), family betrayal, angst/anger, revenge sex, unprotected p in v, squirting, creampie, mention of birth control, riding, reader and clark basically use each other, manipulation, swearing, cursing, praise, degradation.

a/n: heyyy idk if anyone else came up with this au, but i think it would be cool to see redk!clark as a whole separate person alongside clark. requests are temporarily closed, so please be patient with me because my family and i are mentally preparing for an impending loss, so any thoughts and prayers would be appreciated. love you all sm 🫶🏾

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“ah, fuck, clark!”

you cry out as your hips steadily bounced on clark kent’s massive length, your nails dig into the toned, pale skin of his broad shoulders as his hands cups the plush skin of your ass while he releases his own string of groans and whimpers. with each movement of your hips, the pleasure only intensified between the two of you. clark’s baby blue eyes were hypnotized by the slight jiggle of your breasts, he didn’t miss how the necklace with the familiar red gem you were wearing moved back and forth against your brown glistening skin that was stained with perspiration. god, how he wanted to take it off, but he was so caught up by how good you were at riding him, he could really care less as he was relishing in this sinister moment. you were a sight to behold as your shimmering, dark eyes were half-lidded and your full glossed lips were agape before his name came out again.

“you fuck me so good, clark. ah—wish i chose you instead.”

you breathed out, you were so drunk at how skilled he moved his hips in perfect tandem with yours, you weren’t sure if what came out of your mouth was true or not. one thing for sure, clark knew exactly what he was doing and those words caused him to drill his cock within your pussy faster, resulting in you to whimper with each time his bulbous tip kissed your cervix.

“y’know it, pretty—t-told you i can treat you better than that asshole.”

you hated and loved the fact that he wasn’t lying.

you both never thought that this would happen due to the fact that you were dating, kal kent, clark’s twin brother. despite the two being identical, they couldn’t even be more different. clark was the goody-two shoe twin who was the quarterback that made the best grades, did his part with the chores on the farm, and tried his best to help others in need. although he was charming and popular, he was shy, humble, and a bit awkward. clark seemed like to be the perfect candidate as your boyfriend, but then there was kal, his brother. he didn’t really care much for school, but he was still intelligent like clark. he spent his time skipping classes to go on adventures to metropolis like he was born to be there, instead of driving around in a pick-up truck like clark, kal saved up to get a motorcycle, which had all of the girls wanting to ride with him— or better yet on him, you included. kal kent was a bit arrogant and short-tempered, but he was adventurous, charismatic, bold, and an all around smooth operator when he wanted to be up to no good, especially when it came to the opposite sex.

your relationship with kal was— tumultuous. with the exact right words and actions, you were basically putty in his hands. it amazed you that out of all the girls in the senior class of smallville high, he chose you. with him, you unlocked the courageous wild side that’s been hidden deep within you. you went from a homebody ti a hometown hottie. kal kent was indeed trouble, but he was good trouble as he wasn’t afraid to show you new things and take risks beyond the limits of smallville. every weekend, you get dolled up and sneak out with kal on his motorcycle to journey to metropolis where he would smooth talk his way into the hottest dance clubs for some thrilling night life action—until he gets into a fight, but you still stuck by him as he took you to all of those “bases” that your friends would be hyping about with their respective beaus, your face would heat at the steamy details. now, you don’t feel so shy anymore as kal had completely transformed you to someone more liberated, sexy, and confident.

you loved kal with all of what you got, but sometimes he would be so fickle with his wandering eyes towards other girls. you and kal would be in a heated argument because you would catch him subtly flirting with other women, shamelessly complimenting their looks, or catch a glimpse of their swaying hips beneath their skirts. you never forgot how one time at a nightclub, you caught him bumping and grinding with two randoms on the dance floor after you went to the bathroom for three fucking minutes, causing you to lash out and make a scene resulting in an argument between you. you two wouldn’t even talk to each other for a good week, so you would find solace with clark, who was kind enough to console you and tell you how you deserved better than his brother (i.e. himself, but he wasn’t going to do that now). clark was right, but kal was the fire in your loins. you couldn’t just get over him and you knew he couldn’t get over you. that’s how you and kal would “make-up” then return back to normal.

if by normal, you mean repeating the cycle of kal playing in your face, you break up, you cry to clark, and then ultimately forgive kal just because he got you a promise necklace to match the ring on his finger? then, yeah, that was your normal and you were getting fed the fuck up. after another explosive confrontation on his infidelity, you were at the kent farm with clark in his loft. kal was off on his motorcycle at god knows where with god knows whom, you didn’t care because you were really done with him. there was no way that all of this pain, anger and insecurity was in the name of true love. clark always was there to be a shoulder for you to cry on, willing to listen to your repetitive laments and offer that old-fashioned, kindhearted farm boy comfort.

“i’m so sick of this, clark. i’m so sick of him!” you exasperatedly sigh out as you wipe the final tear from your eyes, finally composing yourself. clark wrapped his arm around your shoulder, his hand gently caressing your arm.

“i’m so sorry, y/n. no one deserves what you’re going through. ever.”

and he meant that with every bone in his body. no matter how many times you’ve cried to him, clark would always reassure that you would find better for yourself, hopefully one day you’ll realize that you wouldn’t have to look far because he was literally right here. clark has always been fond of you, even before you started messing around with his brother. fortunately, his patience was a virtue and it worked out for him in the end as you uttered these words.

“thank you, clark. i never would say this out loud with him around, but i wish kal was more like you sometimes.”

“more like me? in what way?” he inquired, with that signature tilt of his head that you always found to be adorable. it resembled a golden retriever.

“y’know— like a gentleman.” you sigh in relief at clark’s gentle touch on your shoulder. the gears in your brain start to turn as a devilish, nasty idea crept in your mind. you knew this was wrong by any means, but your fiery anger and growing bitterness towards kal kent was the director of your moral compass. you leaned in closer to clark, smirking when his cheeks painted with red at the new close proximity.

“clark—i’ve been burnt by your brother way too many times before and i’ve never thought about stepping out once.” you confess in a light, soft voice, your hand reaching to trace along the warm skin of clark’s jawline.

“this time—i want to burn him back.” you leaned in forward, your thigh was brushing against his as your breaths mingled with each other. you glanced down at his pouty, rose lips that was so similar to your boyfriend’s.

“and i want you to help me.”

“b-but, i can’t. it wouldn’t be fair to kal.”

you smile widely, admiring clark’s angelic benevolence to his savage of a brother and his relationship—too bad that you were going to play devil’s advocate.

“you’re right, clark, but he hasn’t been fair to me.” you emphasize, pointing to your chest. “didn’t you always say that i deserve better? wouldn’t you think that i deserved you?” you press him further, placing your hands on his shoulders to push him up against the sofa you were occupying, finally cornering him. it didn’t help his case as he felt the blood rush straight to his cock when you pressed your heaving chest against his.

“c’mon, clark. we both know you can treat me better, love me better, and maybe even fuck me better. you can tell me all you want, but i’d like it if you show me, baby.”

clark was speechless because you were right. he did want you, so fucking bad. he admired your boldness, your realness, your intelligence, and of course, your beauty. it was common for the twins to bicker, but kal always made sure to rub it in his face and make him feel like such a loser that even a “mr. popular” couldn’t bag a chick as bad as you—well, now this was his chance to prove kal wrong. clark’s own morals started to blur between the lines of right and wrong as your lips drew closer to his. before you knew it, clark threw all cares out of the window as he finally closed the gap between your lips in a kiss that started out as gentle, but grew more fervent as you started to climb upon his lap, grinding your hips in a sweet rhythm to feel the erected arousal buried in his signature levi’s. with each kiss and touch exchanged, every article of clothing that you had was swiftly discarded to the floor leaving you both exposed. 

“fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

you reveled in the amount of body worship that clark showered you in as his skilled hands roamed to every part of your body, from your chest down to your aching core, it all elicited the lewdest of sounds from you that had you ready to feel him— all of him. it wasn’t long before you got him sitting nice and pretty up on the couch, readily positioning yourself right above his swollen cock. although, he was ready, his sweet self still wanted to know one more thing before you proceeded,

“don’t you think we should use protection?”

you could only simper, he was such a softie that you could melt.

“it’s all good, babe. i’m on the pill—m’gonna start now, you ready?” you ask, caressing his heated face and placing a searing kiss on his lips. with his eager approval, you deliberately lowered yourself onto your boyfriend’s brother’s length. as he filled you up inch by inch, your grip on each other grew tighter as your walls did around him once he bottomed out. your hips began to get into a steady rhythm once you both adjusted to the new sensation. a string of strained moans erupted from your throat with each thrust, usually with kal it would be more about him, prioritizing his release over yours, but with clark, he was more attentive to your needs. from the way his lips would take the time to trail bites and kisses along your chest to how he would tease your clit with his thumb every now and then. to make sure you didn’t tire yourself out, his hips jolted up to meet you in the middle as they gained in speed, his name becoming the only thing on your lips. clark was enjoying every moment of this. he wished kal would walk in to see you completely going crazy as he fucked deeper within your walls.

“heh. look at you, getting fucked so good by your boyfriend’s brother. you’re so damn scandalous, but i love that about you.” he deeply chuckled, fully taking control by tightly clasping your hips and holding them in place to where you couldn’t move. your confusion was brief when clark began to drill himself at such a speed you weren’t even sure was human, but that’s what the fuck you’re talking about. if this was how revenge felt, you’d gladly do it again to teach kal a lesson.

you felt the familiar heat coil inside, burning more intense as you gaze down between you to watch each fluid motion of his cock rutting eagerly in and out your slickness with such precision.

“that’s it, clark. just like that. do it for me, baby, do it for me! y’gonna make me cum all over you if keep doing that.” you mewled out, your nails scratched on his skin as his movements started to be more erratic. the only sounds that filled the room was the slapping of your skin, the squelching of your sex, and the mix of your harmonic moaning in the air.

“that’s right, baby. let that pretty pussy cum all over me— give it all to me, pretty girl. i got you like always.” he mused, the pad of his thumb finding its rightful place on your sensitive bundle of nerves, swiping it rapidly on the wet, puffy surface to elicit the pleasure that you’ve been waiting for. that’s when you feel the final snap of the coil. without ceasing your movements, your lips collide with his in a needy kiss. your whole body trembles, every muscle spasms as your juices disperse all over his navel and cascade down your thighs. it doesn’t take long for clark’s orgasm to follow suit, his fluids rapidly shooting into your walls to paint them white as snow. after catching your breath, you get off of him for you both to retrieve your clothes.

“thanks, again, clark. you may feel crap about it now, but knowing your brother, this should be a humbling experience for him.” you reassure him as you adjusted your hair to break the awkward tension with some humor.

“it’s no worries, y/n, but the question still remains—did you mean what you said about how you should’ve chosen me instead of kal? i know we were caught up in the moment, but—” you cut him off by simply cupping his face in your hands to kiss him, he instinctively reciprocates. with the slight tug of his bottom lip between your teeth, you pull away, a tantalizing smile painted on your glowing features.

“between you and me, clark, you can believe what you want to believe, but know this—drunk actions speak sober thoughts. if you’re down, let’s keep this our little secret and do this again if kal decides to screw with both of us, ‘kay?” with a final quick peck to his lips, you take your exit from the loft before hopping into your vehicle to retire for the night, relishing in the fact that you got kal kent, your playboy boyfriend, back for all of the hurt he’s caused.

at around midnight, kal came stumbling through the door of kent farm. he was out in metropolis again hitting up the club with a couple of hotties, but they weren’t you. he’d make it up to you when you’ve cooled down enough and stopped talking to his cookie-cutter twin.

“i take it that you had a good time tonight. it’s not like your girlfriend was worried sick or anything.” clark snidely remarked with the roll of his blue eyes as he relaxed on the sofa before resuming to watching the cheesy horror movie on the tv.

“you’re damn right i did and let me guess, you did the same loser activities with the same loser friends like you always do on nights like these.” kal called out from the kitchen to retrieve a needed bottle of water before stepping closer to clark.

“instead of butting into my relationship with my girlfriend, you should stay in your fucked up lane of a love life.”

kal then sarcastically feigned a “eureka” type of expression, snapping his fingers.

“oh! i got it. maybe if you had what it takes to live a little, you wouldn’t be stuck doing the same old loser routine in boring old smallville, would you, mr. popular?” kal finished his speech with a chuckle, thinking he had the last laugh when clark was probably playing the bigger person by giving silence as a response. kal had no idea about the bombshell that his own twin brother was about drop on him.

“yeah, alright, kal. i’m such a loser doing the same loser activities, but in reality, i was fucking your girlfriend a couple hours ago, asshole. how’s that for living a little?”clark harshly retorted, the dirty little secret out in the open.

kal immediately stopped at that confession, everything had just—paused. if the harsh tension between the brothers was already damaging, it was now fucked beyond compare.

[bunnibaby-love]

🍎Caleb x Reader🍎

♡ female reader + nsfw + reader in ovulation + slight degradation + pwnp + breeding kink

It should be just innocent sleepover with your childhood friend, Caleb. You two always do these since you were kids right?

But your hormones can't just get it! It's raging and why does your ovulation just has to be this night when Caleb request for a sleepover!

You pout as you nuzzle your face on his chest. Caleb chuckled at your cute action and took your chin on his hands. Oh his thick and long fingers on your chin!

"What's with the pout pipsqueak? Did a silly thought came on that pretty little head hmm?" He asked with his boyish grin

"Nothing" You hide your face on his neck and put your legs on his lips. You always do this anyways but seems like you bite more than you can take because you can lowkey feel him on this and that just make you hornier!

"Caleb...you said you're gonna help me with...anything right?" You can deny this anymore. One night won't hurt right...?

"Of course pipsqueak. What do you want this time hmm? want me to cook you something?" You giggle as he assume you wanted food as always

"No...i want um...actually im...you know...hormones stuff hehe well... ovulating so..." You got flusterred and peak to see Caleb eyes widening

"You want me to fuck you? Is that it?" You nuzzle your face more on his neck with how blunt he is "You just said that pips...you want me to fill up those cunt of yours"

"Caleb! you're so blunt!" You suddenly get pinned on his bed on your back

"You don't know how i'm holding myself and for you to mentioned something...like that, how can i not assume and have these thoughts?" Caleb puppy eyes swayed you more as you pressed your thighs together

"Yes that's what i want...fuck me Caleb please" Caleb didn't waste a second to enter his tongue on your mouth

The kissed lasted for a minute that left your breathless. Caleb smirk "Still taste like the spple juice from earlier" He chuckled before peppering kissed on your neck while also putting his hand under your shirt and caressing your stomach

You're very impatient and just wanna get dick down and so you pulled your shorts and panties quickly

"Impatient babe?" Caleb tease your clit with his finger you love so much that made you squeak "Let's see if you also taste like apples there"

"Oh..fuck!" You gripped his hair as he dip his head and eat you like a maniac "Yes oh my god..!" you weren't even thinking anymore with your brain as you grind your hips and push Caleb head futher on your cunt. Theres alot of time to be embrassed about these tommorrow you just want your fill

"Gotta prep you first pips. I don't want you to be hurt.." Caleb gets back on your face to kiss you again. You can taste yourself on him as he fingerfucks you with his two fingers and you immediently cum

"Do you want us to forget this tommorrow?" You softly asked Caleb while he slowly slide himself on you

"Is that what you want?" He asked you back "I'll do what you want you know that...but you also know i won't ever regret these. I hope you aswell. I know your hormones are just raging right now but fuck pips...you don't know how much i been dreaming about this"

Your eyes rolled back as he finally push himself fully inside you "You're tight and warm holy fuck" He moves his hips while kissing you "You're so perfect fuck...you don't know how i touch myself everytime...everytime i hear you moan in your room while fucking yourself on that damn silicone pink dildo"

"What....you know what i..ngh...did?" he keeps pushing himself on you "How i moan myself imagining it's your dick fucking me...oh!" Lewd words and noises are all over his room

"Yes...mhm...all those panties of yours can't compare to this..shit you gonna make me cum like a pathetic teenage boy fuck" You pulled Caleb closer with your legs to lock him "Goddamit you slut you wanna get knocked up so fucking bad"

"Yes! yes Caleb! fill me up! More!" You don't care anymore! Caleb smell filling up your nose just makes you hornier than ever noe

"You're so wet fuck i'm cumming...come with me baby....please please please" You're also on your verge as you nod vigorously and squirt

"Guess you're pipsquirt now" Caleb chuckled as he kissed you and same time filled you up with his hot cum "Gonna knock you up...put a baby inside you..." Caleb said tiredly as he pulled out and lay on his back. "I love you so much..." He kissed your forehead

He's sbout to held you but you straddle him instead "I love you too Caleb and i also want more"

Fuck...Caleb about to lose himself on your hazy eyes and you're just so lewd right now sitting on his lap and hands holding his cock, positioning yourself again

Oh he's about to be treated like your dildo....and he really does. Limp and about to cry as he's so overstimulated as you used him like a toy for hours and hours

[milfm1lk]

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 — 𝟏𝟕+

( afab!reader x ur fav male!char! )

✧ summary— he’s totally pvssy whipped!!

✧ c/w— smut, pwnp ;0, reader has a kitty but no pronouns are used, heavy male perspective, d in p sax, creampie, doggy style pos, heavy description of coochie.

✧ a/n— back after 3 months, hi!! uhmm, I realised my fics are like, sensation heavy rather than action heavy? lol that’s fun. anyways, I hope u enjoy, stay super freaky, have great vagina, ily!!! 🫶🏾

He’s trying. He’s really trying.

Trying not to lose his mind as he sinks into the warm, cushiony wetness of your cunt. You’re so tight, so… soft— your pussy hugging and squeezing his cock in a way that makes his length twitch and jump inside you. He hasn’t even moved yet, but he doesn’t need to. Not when you feel this good around him, sending shivers down his spine with your sweetness.

“Fuck…” He curses, a hiss leaving him as he pushes his pelvis harder against your ass, his hands running along, squeezing & spreading your cheeks, fingers sinking into your skin. He can’t help but fuck you ever so slightly, his pelvis barely leaving the skin of your rear as he grips your hips, pushing into you, but just barely pulling out. He doesn’t want to pull out, because fuck, does he feel alive— your sweet pussy sucks him in so well; so warm and plush, he can feel every ridge of your cunt as it strokes his aching cock.

He’s convinced you’re an angel, a long groan leaving him as he closes his eyes, his movements picking up. He’s being selfish, he knows, but just— fuck, please, just let him have this. Let him be selfish and relish how your sweet pussy takes the shape of his length, how it threatens to milk him of his hot cum.

He hisses and groans, the noise trailing off into a whimpery moan as his head tosses back, his fingers gripping the flesh of your hips tight. He’s close, so, so close, and the little plap, plap, plap your sloppy pussy makes against him further coaxes him to his orgasm, his body tingling with pleasure.

He’s out of breath, reduced to a whiny, whimpering mess as he sinks into himself, now desperately grasping at your skin. He wants more, more of you, even if it leaves him moaning like a slut— he can’t find it in himself to care about his pride. Not now. He wants more, but he knows he’s done when his toes start curling, and eyes start fluttering, rolling into the back of his head as he sinks himself into you one last time, hot ropes of sticky, thick cum shooting deep into your pussy, his cock twitching and pulsing inside you.

He’s whimpering like a little puppy when he starts fucking you again, his cock hard and sensitive, your pussy soft, warm, and stuffed full of his cum.

[lovelywooz]

Long Day? (M)

PWNP like no bs I’ve had a very, very long few weeks at work. Stress makes me skin-hungry. I wrote him kind of service top-ie here honestly I think that's the most realistic picture of what slightly tired, lovestruck Jungwoo would be like. Trust me when I say I'm Obsessed capital O with him so my opinion must be fact, just joking. Anywhoo I hope you guys enjoy and let me know if there's any requests tbh I have an easier time getting motivated to write for a request (I'm a pleaser like that) <3

Word Count: 2,656

Warnings: Smut, pretty tame pretty vanilla

You’ve just had the longest day at work. Luckily you’ve got a good outlet waiting at home.

Bursting through the door of your shared one bedroom apartment your eyes are instantly locked on target. “Oh hey sweetie you’re home early”.

Jungwoo is splayed over the couch, not unlike a starfish. One long arm draped over the back and his legs take up multiple cushions, even with one bent knee. A fluffy head of hair rests on the arm of the couch. His metal framed glasses falling slightly down his nose as he glances your way with a loving smile. Your pupils trace the subtle movement of his fingers as he pushes them back up into place. He rises to a sitting position and beckons you over with outstretched arms.

You trudge over towards him and slip into his warm embrace. He nestles into your midsection. You can feel the heat of his face through the thin fabric of your work shirt and puffs of his warm breath on your stomach. You card your fingers through his hair and he hums in rapture. You’ve never met a man who didn’t enjoy having his hair played with, but Jungwoo seemed to love it the most. He leans into it unconsciously and a faint patch of goosebumps appears on the back of his neck accompanying another faint sigh.

Large palms that lay flat against your back pull you further against him. He sighs softly, lovingly pressing a kiss to your clothed skin. A quietly whispered “Missed you baby” further weakens your tired limbs. Jungwoo does miss you frequently, but the utterance takes on an entirely new meaning when you’re alone together.

Unintentionally, it’s become your secret signal mumbled before a fit of passion. When you’re too exhausted for filthier words or carefully constructed foreplay. Sometimes you just want to bask in the attention of your lover, your very souls aching for closeness. His touch on your skin could cure any ailment. With every press of his lips to yours your bustling mind falls silent.

As if by telepathy, his fingertips coax their way under your clothes and tease the small of your back. “Long day?” He breathes, sweetly nipping at the fabric separating him from what is his. You only have the energy to huff and nod quietly. He hums disappointedly, scolding the universe for distressing his lover. His nose nudges at the buttons of your shirt, “can I help you relax”?

As if you had restraint left to deny yourself his proposition. You push his hair away from his forehead, not unlike he does out of nervous habit. On a regular day it’s difficult to see his pupils floating in a sea of dark chocolate brown. At this distance you can only just make out the line his eyes have drawn to your lips. The small attention draws you in meters more. He's often compared to a dog with good reason. He's loyal to a fault, gently protective, and utterly transfixed on any object of his interest. You're fortunate to be his, just as he feels fortunate to be yours. At the end of the day there are no two beings more obsessed, more cosmically bound together than you and him.

Before you can answer with your words, your body answers for you. Crawling onto his lap as you treat yourself to a tender, slow kiss. God. The serotonin courses through your veins ridding your thoughts of anything but him. You begin to feel faint when you realize you should, at some point, breathe. Pulling apart from your lover, your chests nudge gently with every inhale. His eyes are slightly hazy and he slips his hands over the pockets on your backside to ground himself. A spike of heat pricks you at the thought: he would not have pulled back if you hadn't, he would've kissed you until he nearly passed out if you wanted.

The delicious thoughts are rudely interrupted by a vibration of your phone, also in your back pocket. You sigh and stand up from your perch on your partner's lap to his utter displeasure. Pulling your phone out you tap the screen to reveal a text from your boss, then another, and another. Something about a project you're working on and a forwarded email chain? You don't get to read many messages before a shadow glowers over the screen and your phone is gently lifted from your hands. Nothing is said, only done. Jungwoo's lips are on yours and his hand cups your cheek tenderly. Your phone thrown onto the couch in favor of sliding an arm around your waist. Words are not needed, his lips tell you what he's too shy to say:

'Pay attention to me'. You're stepping backwards down the hallway, trusting him to guide you. 'I won't let anyone else bother you' His sweater doesn't last the short walk to your room, only separating for a brief moment to drop it on the floor before meeting again. Neither does yours; with every step another button is undone. A kiss pressed to any newly exposed skin before it can get lonely. 'I love you so much it hurts' you make a soft landing on the bedsheets, your back arching to help him get your top all the way off. One large hand slowly trails down your arm, the other follows his mouth ghosting down your torso and undoing the button of your trousers. Fuck he always knows exactly what you want. Cold air hits your core as your pants and panties are slipped off in one solid movement. You can barely lift your head what with all your energy going to your twitching clit. But Jungwoo gets right to it. His tongue peeks between the folds at first, then lathes in long strokes. He laps up your wetness slowly but feverishly, as if he’s holding himself back. Doesn’t wanna work you up too fast, wants to savor the moment. Wants to bring you up slowly, like massaging out a muscle knot, and be there to catch you as you fall over the edge of pleasure.

Of course he seeks his own gratification, but the truth is he gets such a rush from pleasing you. He’s always making you finish first, twisting his fingers in at just the right spot to make you squeal. Even when he’s in charge, he has to hold himself back from cumming until his abs twitch when your voice reaches that pitch you can only sing after being thoroughly overstimulated. He lives to please and boy does he ever.

“Shit” you curse as he circles one thumb on your clit just hard enough to work you closer and closer. You start to squirm a little against his tongue which pushes in and out lazily. “So good” you praise him breathily. He draws his mouth away from your needy cunt and straightens up a little onto his elbow. The hand that was thumbing your little bead is now two fingers deep in your slit. He drags the digits slowly back out before plunging them back in. Setting a rhythm that’s as unpredictable as it is electrifying. He curls them up and your hoarse moan cracks a bit in a way that tells him he’s doing it right. He leaves calm open mouth kisses on your clit as if your brain isn’t in total meltdown. It would be sweet if not for the way you’re squelching around his two, now three, fingers. Your right hand is ripped from its grounding white-knuckled grip on the sheets and it’s replaced with his warm, firm palm in yours. Your fingers lace together cutely and he squeezes your hand back in support. His lips seal over your clit again, and he hums wantonly like it’s his favorite candy. It might just be. His infinitely long and slender fingers dig deeper than ever before. That’s all it takes to throw you overboard. Your vision whites out as you cum, hard, all over his face and hand. Meanwhile, he’s working you through it pumping his fingers in and out slowly and kissing your swollen bud. You’re surely crushing his fingers in your hand but he doesn’t seem to mind. He would never mind. He finds it sinfully adorable how your small hands are dwarfed by his and yet your iron grip on his fingers can hold him in his place. It makes him feel like nothing but a servant to you. A wild beast leaning into your gentle touch, listening only to his master. He tries not to think too deeply about how much that turns him on.

You’re able to regain consciousness after a moment. Your hips buck unconsciously as his tongue swipes over you again. On a normal night you’d let him eat you until he’d had his fill of your tears and incoherent cries. But not tonight. You wanted to feel him inside all day long. Nothing complicated, nothing difficult. Just wanted him as close as physically possible. You take your free hand and paw at his hair, “Jung. No n-no more baby”. His hand laces around your wrist and pins it back to the bed parallel to your left hand. Misunderstanding your signal, he grunts lowly as in, ‘stay still’ and starts to work you up with his mouth again. You insist this time, “Jungwoo no baby. Just want you inside. Please. I needed you, wanted you all day just. Please”.

His dick was hard before, but now it’s absolutely aching. He gets his knees up underneath him and crawls over your body. Your mouths meet and it’s sloppy, slow. You can taste yourself when he slips his tongue across yours. Your chests are flush together save for what’s covered by his canvas joggers and your bra. You bite down gently on his lower lip, and he grinds himself down on your bare pussy. The way he practically whimpers at the stimulation has you clenching around nothing. You’re tempted to hide a tape recorder in your bedroom so you can replay his symphonies over and over whenever you want. His whines turn to breathy groans and he grinds himself down harder, unable to deny himself the dull pleasure. Your remaining slick is soaking through the fabric, multiplying the feeling by one hundred. But you can’t let him cum like this, he’ll be so bummed out he didn’t fill you up like you requested. Your hands, resting on his back since he let them go moments prior, slide around to his hips and you push him away with all your strength. “No Jung. You can’t”. He huffs frustratedly but he complies, knowing that you’re right. You’re always right. He loves you so much. “Okay, okay” he pants, “M’sorry. Got excited” he hangs his head on your shoulder and takes some deep breaths before he creams himself. Meanwhile you’re shimmying his joggers and briefs down enough for him to kick them off. He leaves a trail of wet kisses along your jaw, down your neck and over your still covered breasts. His hands slip under your body gingerly and undo the clasp of your lacy bra. Carefully unwrapping his present. His lips drag along each nipple, entranced there, as he pumps himself back to full hardness. He drags his head through your slick and primes himself at your entrance. Cheekily, he bites down just over your left breast as he slides home. He loves to mark right over your heart. Every time it beats you’ll be reminded it’s his.

You’re so warm and wet he sink down to his hips with no issue. He’s about average girth, but he’s just so long it’s like every time you fuck you feel it in your stomach. Suddenly you’re reminded of the time he pressed down on the bulge he made on your torso and your eyes practically rolled back. Your pussy squeezes over him like it remembers and he whines breathily. He’s so close to you in missionary like this. His arms cage you in and his skin clings to yours with the friction of sweat and spattered juices from your cunt. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he pulls back out. You feel every vein, every ridge drag along your insides and it breaks you. His pace starts at a crawl, just dipping in and out shallowly. Your frustration with the day comes to a head at his games. Scratching up his back, you take a fist full of his hair and yank it as hard as you can. He’s a little confused at first before you whisper in his ear “Jungwoo. I swear to God I’ll get up and leave you hard right here if you don’t get on with it”.

You don’t have to ask him twice. Jungwoo fucks you like it’s his damn job. The headboard banging against the wall makes you so glad your neighbors moved out last week. The helpless sounds that escape your lips are so embarrassing that your cheeks heat up. But there’s no way you can stop. Your body is responding too strongly. You’re panting, your head is blank. Except for the mindlessly strung together exclamations of ‘yes’ ‘so good’ ‘love you’.

“Love you too, baby I love you too” his thrusts come to a stop so he can lock lips with yours. It’s not pretty. It’s so filthy and shameless it can hardly be called kissing. But your stress is melting away anyways. He takes your legs and wraps them around his waist to push in even deeper. He resumes his onslaught with deep, punctuated thrusts. He’s groaning as if he’s in pain. One of his hands slips down to tease your clit again. This time it’s fast, not gentle. He’s pinching and pulling and rolling it every which way. You’re hitting that upper octave he craves and he takes the opportunity to fuck you into the mattress with his head resting just by your ear. If his actions didn’t get you, the sounds he’s making definitely do. He’s so sooo close to cumming. He wants to fill you up so bad, fuck his cum back in as many times as you wanted him to. But you had to cum first. He has to make you cum first. You’re his ruler, his queen, Her Majesty. And when Her Majesty comes home from work ready to jump his bones he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make you scream.

You’re clamping down on his dick as if you’re attempting to hold him in. A singular sweat drop drips from your lover’s chin onto your chest. You can’t even remember what was bothering you so much in the first place. You think you’re yelling a list of expletives but you’re so close you can’t even hear yourself. All you can hear are his strangled groans in your ear and all you can feel are his fingers on your spot and his member filling you. “M’ close Jung- fuck”, he’s got some sense of consciousness to respond, “use me, tell me what you want- how to make you feel good” you’re clawing at his back and flying off the cliff already when he hits a certain angle, “th- right there please god don’t stop”. His huge hand cups your cheek again and he aims directly at that sensitive spot just as you’ve asked him to. “Use me. Shit- use me to get off. I like, god I love it” his abs are so sore from clenching, holding himself back when you finally clamp down on him so hard your head lulls back completely into the mattress. He fucks you through it until he himself snaps and spills his load into your still twitching hole. You’re both breathing as if you’d ran a marathon. Yet you feel strangely lighter than before. Like all your burdens have been lifted. All your responsibilities and fears forgotten.

Chocolate brown eyes flutter open and peer into yours. He’s got a dastardly little smile on his post-coital face.

“Hmm you still seem tense. I think a second round would help”.

[justarkive]

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[littlemelanintales]

Daddy's Lap

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Daddy!Hotch, pwnp, pretty mild tbh (still no minors)

“Come sit on daddy’s lap.” His husky, yet dominant voice echoed around the room, but you couldn’t find the strength within yourself to even begin to move towards him.

You watched as he effortlessly twirled the sleek black pen between his fingers, taking the tip lightly between his lips. He peeled his hooded gaze up from the sheets in his lap to your eyes, causing your knees to become irrevocably weak. You began to move but he stopped you in your tracks, your socks gliding slightly against the hardwood beneath you.

“Take your panties off.” He sat up slightly, putting the pen and stack of documents on the side table next to the Lazyboy. Hotch uncrossed his legs, his togue swiping his bottom lip as he waited for your compliance.

“Aaron-.”

“I said take your fucking panties off," he said becoming increasingly impatient, "before I have to lie you across my knee.” His cold, unwavering eyes looking you up and down. In this moment, you were nothing but property.

You raised the hem of the nightshirt you stole from his top drawer just enough to connect your cold fingers with the waistband of your panties. You hesitated, but complied with the command nonetheless. When they reached the floor you stepped out of them, waiting for whatever may come next.

"Bring them to me." You pick up your panties making sure to bend at the knees, cautious of not showing too much. This dynamic was still new to you, but you fully accepted your role. Your feet padded along the floor until you reached the chair he was engraved in. Hotch instantly grabbed them from you, enticing a small gasp from you. He looked deep into your eyes when he brought the ball of somewhat damp cotton to his nostrils, inhaling deeply.

He approved of the omitting scent with a low groan, his eyes rolling at the same time. As much as he was in control, the trap you had sprung on him was one he happily fell into. He opened his eyes back placing the wad in the pocket of his t-shirt. Aaron traced you thighs in no distinct pattern, trailing between them and gently gracing your pussy.

“Mmmm," he said lowly, "Look at you, your pussy is soaked and I haven’t even touched you." He quickly and roughly pulled you into his lap placing an open mouthed kiss on the side of your jaw, taking in the scent of you Peach Nectar shower gel.

"Are you gonna be good for me?"

The deep hum of his voice right in your ear sent shivers down your spine. He smiled lowly connecting his head with yours,

"It is so fucking easy to make you squirm.” he smirked.

"Please."

"Please? Please what?" Hotch eased.

You were sitting sideways in his lap, but you started to grind your hips anyway,

"Mmm, are you needy, baby? Trying to get yourself off on my lap?" He started kissing and nipping at your neck sending you into a spiral. You could feel his cock hardening beneath the confines of his dark blue sweatpants. Hotch brought you more towards the center of his crotch grinding your hips down on him,

"You feel that?" His hips started teasingly thrusting. He did this a few more times before turning your face to him, kissing you deeply. He pulled away closing his palm around your neck, leaning you back enough to see your whole expression.

"You want my cock? Hmm? You want to feel me here?" He brought his other hand to circle your front and press on your lower belly. The girth of the massive head you felt rubbing against your clit was pushing you closer.

You felt his hand wedge between you when your pussy started to burn with the sudden intrusion. He pressed your hips all the way down on him, grunting as he bottomed out. You could no longer hold in your cries of ecstasy when you felt his thick cock reaching the spot in your lower belly he had just previously teased.

As quickly as everything happened, it stopped. You opened your eyes feeling Aaron remove his hands from you completely. Thinking he was just putting you in a different position, you waited. You look beside you when you feel his body twist to the side, collecting the stack of papers from the side table. He cleared his throat nonchalantly reading over his assignment.

You looked at him puzzled, when you wiped it off completely. Who did you think you were? You're strictly there to keep his cock wet and warm. Nothing but holes for him to use.

Once your heart rate came back down, you smiled slightly at how quickly he cuts you off at the source and how much you live for it. You got comfortable before lifting his arm and placing your head on his shoulder. He closed his arms around you, papers out in front and kissed you on your head.

“Good girl.”

seen this before? tumblr deleted my other account so i have to rebuild :/

[redr0sewrites]

⚠️A/n: short, filthy, and self indulgent. literally no plot just straight up smut. also happy late birthday Aizawa !

⚠️Cw: smut, riding, semi-public sex (in his office), degradation + praise, pwnp, orgasm denial, overstimulation, dacryphilia, afab!reader

⚠️dividers

"yea? s'that feel good?" your voice is hushed against his warm skin, and his cock twitches at your tone.

Aizawa lets out a strangled groan beneath you, hips jerking up to meet yours. firm hands dig into your hips, struggling to pacify himself as you bounce up and down on his cock. the chair beneath you creaks from your shared weight, and your thighs squeeze tight around his waist.

"you should get back to work, sir," you tease, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "wouldn't want your students to see you like this, hm? getting fucked in your own workplace.. who would've known that Eraserhead was such a slut.."

"shut it," he hisses, burying his head in your neck, inhaling your scent. "you were the one who suggested this.. if anyones the slut its you, not me. now quiet down. fuck, i could lose my job over this..."

"that just makes it- hngh,,, all the more fun, hm?" you whisper, pressing sloppy kissess to his neck as you rock back and forth on his dick.

"fun, huh?" Aizawa purrs, pulling away and leaning back in his chair to watch you squirm in his lap.

"y-yeah, fun. you do know what that is, right old man?"

"ffuck, you've got a filthy mouth, y'know that?" Aizawa sneers, and his hands immediately grip your waist tight enough to bruise. in one swift motion, he lifts you up almost entirely off his cock- before slamming you back down and watching you moan. he keeps up the brutal pace, his hips snapping against yours until soft uh uh uh's from between your lips and the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room.

"someone ought to teach you some manners," he hisses, admiring the way your cunt swallows his cock with every thrust. your juices gush around him as you clench, arousal overcoming you with each roll of his hips. a calloused hand reaches between your two bodies to rub circles on your clit, and Aizawa watches with practiced composure as you begin to crumble above him.

"feels s'good sir," you slur, leaning down to bury your head in his neck as your cunt squeezes around him. "m's'close," you shiver, and Aizawa nods before pressing a kiss to your temple.

"i know baby, i know. you can last a little longer f'me, can't you?"

you nod, breathless and teary eyed as he increases his pace, hips snapping against yours impossibly harder than before. the pleasure is mind numbing, and you arch into him as your clit pulses beneath his thumb. nimble fingers continue to stroke your pearl as his free hand crawls up between your shirt to palm your bouncing breasts. he squeezes a nipple between two fingers, watching as your brow furrows in pleasure.

"p-please, 'm gonna cum, i can't hold it any longer-"

"you're going to wait, or i'll stop," his voice is threatening, and you shiver at the thought of him pulling away. Aizawa notices, he always does, and leans in to capture your lips in a filthy kiss. his demeanor switches to be more comforting, almost confescendingly so, as tears begin to form at your waterline, the pleasure becoming all too much to handle.

"c'mon, baby, doing so good f'me, just last a little longer, hm?"

you whimper, and Aizawa's cock twitches inside you. he lets out a low string of curses and his pace picks up, signifying that he's just as desperate as you are.

"c'mon, honey, we'll cum together, okay? you still with me?"

you nod, moaning desperately as he continues drilling his hard cock into your cunt. the burning pleasure in your gut is practically unbearable, and his fingers, which had momentarily paused, return to circling your clit. his ministrations push you over the edge, and he nearly growls in your ear as you cum undone.

you tighten around him like a vice as your orgasm washes over you, and Aizawa twitches inside you once, twice, three times before his own orgasm overtakes him.

"shit, fffuuck honey," his hips jerk up against yours involuntarily, and he continues thrusting for a few more seconds, prolonging both of your orgasms' until overstimulation begins to creep up on you.

"A-aizawa, s'too much!"

"you can take it," he grits his teeth, pressing you down harder against his length. his pace is unrelenting, and your eyes roll back as every nerve in your body seems to light on fire.

"hngh! can't!" you mewl, tears now streaming down your face. Aizawa groans at the sight, his cock still impossibly hard. he can't deny that your tears only turn him on more, and he thrusts into you with a new purpose- he wants to see you sobbing. of course, Aizawa wants nothing more than to comfort you and keep you safe... but your whiny voice and tear stained cheeks make his cock throb.

"aw, don't cry," he murmurs, voice low and husky. "just give me one more, yea? you can do that f'me?"

"o-okay," you mewl, already feeling the coil in your stomach tightening again.

"yea, look at you, s'good f'me, my pretty little darling," he whispers, leaning in to kiss your tear stained cheeks. "you close already?"

"mhm!" you nod frantically, nuzzling into him as he chuckles.

"go on baby, you can cum," he grunts, and you do just that. you fall apart on his cock, mewling and sobbing as pure orgasmic bliss consumes you. Aizawa comes undone at the sight of your pleasure, spurting his release deep inside you. the feeling of him filling you up only turns you on more, and you give a few more exhausted rolls of your hips before collapsing against his chest, purely exhausted.

"are you okay?" he mumbles, voice dry. he gently lifts you up from your position slumped against his chest to slowly pull out of your aching cunt. you whine at the loss, thighs trembling from overstimulation as his fat cock rests against your thighs.

"mhm, jus' tired... do you have any more shit to do?" you grumble, and Aizawa chuckles.

"i think the grading can wait for tomorrow."

you blink, looking up at him with a tired smile.

"so can we go home now?"

"i thought you'd never ask."

GRAHHHHHHHHHH HES SO FINE I NEED TO CHEW ON HIM

[blackynsupremacy]

TWO IN THE MORN

pairing: nicholas a. chavez x black!fem!reader

summary: you complain to your stepbrother about your insomnia. fortunately, he has the solution for this issue.

contains: smut, 18+ content mdni, stepcest, stepbro!nicholas, sort of romantic/fluffy, slight age gap (reader is 19, nick is 22), reader is lowkey gullible, pwnp, fingering, finger riding, clit play, under the clothes, squirting, cum eating, risk kink, praise kink, aftercare.

a/n: whew this had me tingling! hope it’s the same for ya’ll 😫 sometimes foreplay can be lowkey sexier than actual intercourse. it’s the ✨tension✨ for me, that’s jmo. anyways, thank you all for the support! i’ll get on those requests.

taglist: @greengoblinswifey @hopefully-saturn @jkr820 @hoffmansgirl @austeenbootler @niteskysx @sabrinasopposite @thabiddie23 @hnch33rios @xoxoglittergossip @supaprettyg @motherismotheringggg @oscarisaackissmykitty @simply-lovley44 @elitesanjisimp @gxuxhdjdu @v3n1ce-bxtch @iamsebastiansstan @stargirl-mayaa @miguelspvssy

“shh, you don’t wanna wake up mommy and daddy do you, princess?”

your stepbrother, nicholas, lowly whispered as his hand was buried deep within your silk black pajama pants patterned with white hearts, his ring and middle fingers moving like clockwork in the depths of your clenching walls. you tried to keep yourself quiet as possible, but due to nicholas’ skill, it was damn near impossible.

“mm. mm-mhm.” you manage to whimper, feeling so bashful under his searing, ebony gaze. your chest heaved deliberately as the spaghetti straps of your top started to droop down the skin of your shoulders. your leaned back with your hands placed firmly flat on his mattress, your fingers practically clawed at his plaid sheets. instinctively, you bucked your hips in tandem to the motion of his fingers, softly hissing through your teeth when nicholas brought his thumb to swipe against your sensitive button. a strained whine escaped from you when he pinched it between his thumb and index.

“shh, easy, princess. i’ll give you what you need.” he seductively reassured, pushing his fingers further within your wet heat. what you really needed was some sleep.

ever since your mom married his dad, things have been interesting concerning your relationship with nicholas. he wasn’t a bad stepbrother. he was chill, protective, charming, funny, and an all around good “brotherly” figure to have around. if by brotherly, you mean coming to him with a request for advice on your boy issues, then hell yes. you’ve already talked it out with girls, but who understood guys better than—a guy? nicholas always knew what to say and you would easily follow his advice because it actually got you asked out by your crush! you were grateful to him and you’d never dare to say it out loud to a living soul, but you thought he was—hot. even if it weren’t for the circumstances of being bound by your parent’s marriage, you wouldn’t lie that you had a tiny crush on your stepbrother. it kind of made you jealous how your friends could easily fawn over him and rave about how handsome he is while you couldn’t even courtly agree, so that you wouldn’t come off as a perverted creep.

besides, he was just easy to talk to and hang out with.

this night in particular would completely shift your whole family dynamic. it was two in the morning and you couldn’t sleep, no matter how long you closed your eyes, you weren’t lulled into slumber like you should. that’s when you got up from the comfort of your bed, walked quietly passed your parent’s bedroom down the hall, and found yourself right in front of nicholas’ bedroom door that was slightly cracked open. you peeped through the small opening to see that he was still awake himself, scrolling and typing away on his phone while laying on his bed. respecting his privacy, you lift your knuckles to knock the “secret code” you two created to signal to each other when you wanted access to each other’s rooms. within seconds, you heard the springs of the mattress creak as your stepbrother received the signal and his footsteps quietly, yet deliberately reached the door before he opened it wider to reveal his six foot figure leaning against the doorframe. it was dark, but you could still see that he was wearing a black ribbed tank top that showed off his large biceps with grey sweatpants that hung loosely on his hips, his signature gold cross chain around his neck twinkled in the darkness. fuck, no matter what he wore, he always managed to look amazingly hot.

you try not to gawk too long before he’d start to notice. you swallowed quickly before uttering an awkward greeting in a low, breathy voice.

“hey.” you say, hiding your hands behind your back. it was something you did when you were nervous.

nicholas raised a brow, tilting his head in concern before running a hand through his already messy, brown hair.

“hey.” he reciprocated, his voice raspy, but low enough so only both of you could hear. “are you okay, y/n?”

at his inquiry, you shake your head.

“i can’t sleep. can—can i hang out in here with you? i hope i’m not intruding.” you ask, your doe eyes meeting his what was once a sleepy gaze, instantly lit up at your request.

“uh, yeah—sure. make yourself comfortable.”

nicholas nods before giving a once over to his bed and steps aside to allow you inside of his bedroom. as you take your spot at the foot of the bed, he slowly closes the door, careful not to make a sound that could wake your sleeping parents. after switching on the lamp, he steps over to the bed and comfortably takes a seat a mere foot away from you because he respects your space as you do his. nicholas leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees as his eyes meet with yours.

“so what’s keeping you awake tonight, hm? is everything okay with you?”

you shift, clasping your hands on your laps and shrugging your shoulders.

“i don’t know—maybe it’s stress. i’ve tried everything to get relaxed enough. a hot shower, chamomile tea. hell, i even put on one of those sleep hypnosis videos and it still didn’t work, nicholas.” you explain, counting on your fingers as he takes in every word and giving an attentive nod. with a hum from his chest, nicholas straightens up his posture before giving your figure a quick examination, raking his eyes up and down. now, you were starting to feel like an idiot at his silence, but you weren’t expecting what was going to come out his mouth next.

“i don’t think you’ve tried everything.” he states, casually leaning back on the bed, his hands giving him leverage. you shoot him a puzzled look and turn your body to completely face him with a furrowed gaze.

“well—what do you mean? what do you think can put me to sleep and keep me asleep this late, nicholas?” you question, unconsciously leaning forward as you were itching to find the solution. nicholas’ guidance has never really failed you, so you were eager for his opinion on the matter. he didn’t move an inch as you came closer, there was something different that twitched inside of him. at the sight of your scantily clad upper body in that black and white polka-hearted top with the lace hugging the melanated mounds of your breasts that was merely a few inches from his chest, he couldn’t resist throwing a quick glance to the display before meeting your soft, pleading gaze.

“here’s my solution— an orgasm.” he blatantly suggests, his eyes flickering to a certain suggestive light. you were bit inexperienced in that area, so it was only natural that the heat of embarrassment scorched your skin, your mouth agape as nicholas struck you speechless.

“a what?” you ask, registering what you just heard.

nicholas could only chuckle at your reaction which he found to be absolutely adorable. he loved that your unique beauty and your trusting nature painted an image of naivety that just turned him on. he couldn’t deny that when you came to him for almost everything under the sun, it made him feel a sense of purpose, power, and control. a lazy smile painted on his chiseled face paired with those half-lidded bedroom eyes of his that always put you in a tizzy.

“c’mon, we’re both adults here. i know you heard me, but i’ll say it again: an orgasm can help get you to sleep.”

“how do you know?” you question with a tilt of your head, but then all the dots start to connect, realization painted on your already heated face.

“that means you’ve done it before.”

“atta girl!”

with a snicker, he pats the top of your head in which you shake him off.

“so—sex can wear you out like that?”

he nods before giving you a further explanation.

“well, all aspects of sex can do that. from fucking to masturbation. even oral, depending on how intense it is.”

at the mention of masturbation, it was now your turn to deliberately nod.

“i guess that makes sense. god, i sound so sexually uneducated and i’m almost twenty for fuck’s sakes.” you exasperatedly sigh, nicholas chuckled and scooted closer towards you making his leg brush against yours.

“it’s no big deal, it’s all about knowing your body in your time. you’ll get there, y/n.” he reassures you with a sincere gaze.

“see, that’s the problem, nicholas.”

“what is?”

“i can’t get there. like—when i, y’know.” you pause, gesturing towards your lower region. “i’m relaxed, but i can’t finish. i want to go back to my room and take your advice, but i don’t think i can do it. i feel like there’s something wrong me—”

“stop.” nicholas immediately cuts you off, placing his index finger on your lips. who knew that a touch so small could send such a surge of electricity through your entire body? your silence was his cue for him to continue.

“listen to me, okay? there’s nothing wrong with you and anyone who’s made you feel otherwise, can fuck themselves.”

your stepbrother pauses to carefully examine your natural features. he found you, his stepsister, to be absolutely breathtaking. nicholas absolutely loathed the circumstances of this situation as his feelings for you never changed from the very moment he and his father had dinner with you and your mother. you were his everything and you didn’t know it all. you didn’t know of all his yearning for your voice, your touch, your laughter, and your body. your presence had him fucked up in a million different ways and in this clandestine moment between you, he couldn’t hide it any longer.

“i believe—you’re absolutely perfect.”

your heart skipped a beat at your stepbrother’s confession, did he just—confess his feelings? for you? had you been blind that he saw you the way you saw him? one part of you was elated while the other pondered on the possible consequences if anyone figured out the bond between you was more than platonic, especially your parents.

“nicholas, i—” you start, but he interrupts you again, his face inching closer to yours as the tip of your noses brush against each other.

“if you feel like you can’t do it, then i can help you.”

your breath hitched in your throat, your eyes searching his for clarity on his statement as his lips ghosted over yours.

“you’d do that? but, i’ve never had—”

nicholas’ large hand came up to rest on your cheek, his thumb swiping across your flaming skin in reassurance.

“we’re not going that far, babe. especially not with mom and dad in the house, but we can unpack that later—what i need to know is do you want me to help you go to sleep tonight?”

your mind was already made up, there was no way you could pass up an opportunity like this. all the cares and worries of getting caught now gave you the craving of the thrill that you’d be been waiting for and your stepbrother was the right person to do so.

“mm-hm.” you murmur, nodding your head as your heart rate increased in tempo within your chest. the familiar tingly sensation pools in between your legs.

“that won’t work for me, sweetheart, use your words.” he softly demands, his hand sliding from your face down to your waist to shorten the distance between you.

“yes, nicholas, yes! please—” at your desperate pleas, your stepbrother closes the gap between you by smashing his lips on yours, a line that both of you have been dying to cross for months. your hesitant at first, but once you get the feeling of his intoxicating touch, you fall right into his rhythm as his tongue skillfully wraps around yours, causing you to hum in satisfaction deep into his mouth. he pulls away after a few seconds, you pout as worry creeps in.

“did i do something wrong? was i bad?” you frantically questioned in a whisper, feeling self-conscience about the act you were committing. nicholas calmed the fret in your voice by placing another kiss to your lips, a deep hum of satisfaction erupts from his chest as you relax in his arms and return the affection. he pulls back again.

“no, no, sweetheart. you’re doing just fine. just wanna let you know m’bout to touch you. you okay with that, baby?”

you were about to nod, but then remembered that nicholas needed your verbal consent, so you quickly changed your tune.

“y-yes, go ahead.” your voice shaky, but affirmative enough for him to continue by snaking his hand under your tank top to cop a feel of one of your breasts. you shiver when his rough palm meets the plush skin, rewarding it with a squeeze. you want to cry out when he brings his other hand in and starts to knead your chest beneath your shirt, but you bite down on your lip to not a make sound.

“fuck, your tits feel so perfect. i’ve always thought they were—it’s like they were made just f’me.” he whispered before gazing up to see your strained, but blissful face. with a quiet chuckle, he makes things worse when he starts to spread wet, open mouth kisses along your neck and collarbone. your grip on his sheets tighten when he moves from your breasts down the trail of your stomach and navel until he made it right above the waistline of your matching pants. before he could even ask, it was now your turn to make a demand. it was getting late, you just wanted to sleep.

“i want you to touch me, nicholas.” you pause by holding onto his wrist to inch his hand deeper into your pants, “please.”

“eager, aren’t we? be a good girl and spread those legs f’me.”

you do as you’re told and your breath hitches when his fingers slide beneath your clothing. nicholas chuckles as he figures out that you’re completely bare, giving him easy access to your throbbing, wet core.

“no underwear? guess you’re not as innocent as i thought.” he slyly comments, not wasting time for his fingers to graze along your slit. when the pads of his middle and ring make light, pressured circles around your clit, you whimper before you hastily cover your mouth before you take it away once you have control of sounds—or so you thought when one finger eased its way inside, stretching your walls as they clench around him.

“you’re so tight, sweetheart. m’gonna put another finger in, ‘kay?”

with that, his ring joins in with his middle, both working in tandem as they push in and pull out so fluidly it makes your leg spread and head spin. when his fingertips hit that one spot, you gasped, holding onto his wrist to signal for him to hit it right there. nicholas wasn’t playing around as he instantly picked up on your cue, pumping his fingers faster against the erogenous area of your walls.

“s-shit, nicholas that feels s-so—” you try to stammer out, but he interrupts you by placing his free finger on your lips.

“shh. try not to make a sound. you don’t wanna get caught do you?”

you shake your head, stifling your mewls by swallowing.

“that’s my good girl. m’gonna make you feel so fucking good, beautiful.” he boasts by pressing his thumb over your clit again, rapidly jutting it up and down in which your hips instinctively buck into his fingers. the only sounds you could hear in the room is the light squelching of your sex combined with the muffled “hm, hm, hm” buried in your mouth as the familiar heat deep in the pit of you began to burn.

“c-close.” you murmur loud enough for only him to hear, you lean back as your hips were squirming against his gliding digits.

“i know, baby, i know. do something f’me okay? c’mere.” he beckoned you closer in which you did before his free arm guides one of yours to grasp onto his shoulder, you follow suit by taking your other and placing it on the respective shoulder, so that you could hold onto him with a firm grip.

“move with me, baby. ride my fingers.” he moved his fingers steadily as you begin to grind your hips in the perfect rhythm, his thumb never ceasing its affection on your sensitive, puffy button. it was all driving you so crazy, that your nails dug into the skin of his muscular shoulders before you practically bounced yourself at a rapid speed on his fingertips, your breath now labored with each thrust.

“oh, fuck. oh, fuck, nick! m’gonna cum!” you softly bellowed, the pitch of your voice getting higher.

“fuck, go ahead, gorgeous. make a mess all over of me. i got you.”

before you could utter another sound, nicholas grabbed you by the neck to pull you into a passionate kiss, where you poured every single lewd sound you had pent up melt into his mouth as your tongues reunite in a sensual dance. there were so many sensations going on at once from above to below, that the slow simmer of the heat that coiled inside of you grew hotter until it finally exploded. as it occurred, you pulled back from him, tightly grasping his wrist as intense tidal waves of pleasure surged through you, causing you to weakly double over into his chest. your mouth was wide open, but not a sound came out as your juices flowed onto his fingers and poured down your thighs. after you rode out your high, nicholas slide his fingers out to take a taste of the glistening substance that poured on his hand. a hum mixed with some soft profanity left his lips at the new taste—his next idea brewing in his filthy mind.

“you did so well, angel.” he wrapped his burly arms around your shaky, fucked out form, resting a kiss to your forehead. he noticed that you were quiet, his brown eyes descended towards you to see that you were knocked out cold in a sweet slumber after such an encounter. if he could, he’d sit here all night watching you peacefully sleep in his arms, but he had to put you back in bed before sunrise, so that your parents wouldn’t be suspicious. ever so stealthy, he picked you up bridal style and walked quietly to your open bedroom before gingerly placing you in the sheets, pulling them over to conceal you from the chest down. he was even kind enough to find your protective satin bonnet, gently lifting your head to securely place it over one of the many hairstyles that he always found to be stunning on you. nicholas’ soft, coffee gaze lingered on your peaceful, sleeping figure before he leaned forward to lay one last kiss on your head.

“sweet dreams, princess.”

after he bid you a tender goodnight, he gazed down at the stiff arousal within his sweats. nicholas concluded that he had to take his own advice of putting himself to sleep within the privacy of his bedroom only with the thoughts of you on his mind.

[littlemelaninfics]

Daddy's Lap

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Daddy!Hotch, pwnp, pretty mild tbh (still no minors)

“Come sit on daddy’s lap.” His husky, yet dominant voice echoed around the room, but you couldn’t find the strength within yourself to even begin to move towards him.

You watched as he effortlessly twirled the sleek black pen between his fingers, taking the tip lightly between his lips. He peeled his hooded gaze up from the sheets in his lap to your eyes, causing your knees to become irrevocably weak. You began to move but he stopped you in your tracks, your socks gliding slightly against the hardwood beneath you.

“Take your panties off.” He sat up slightly, putting the pen and stack of documents on the side table next to the Lazyboy. Hotch uncrossed his legs, his togue swiping his bottom lip as he waited for your compliance.

“Aaron-.”

“I said take your fucking panties off," he said becoming increasingly impatient, "before I have to lie you across my knee.” His cold, unwavering eyes looking you up and down. In this moment, you were nothing but property.

You raised the hem of the nightshirt you stole from his top drawer just enough to connect your cold fingers with the waistband of your panties. You hesitated, but complied with the command nonetheless. When they reached the floor you stepped out of them, waiting for whatever may come next.

"Bring them to me." You pick up your panties making sure to bend at the knees, cautious of not showing too much. This dynamic was still new to you, but you fully accepted your role. Your feet padded along the floor until you reached the chair he was engraved in. Hotch instantly grabbed them from you, enticing a small gasp from you. He looked deep into your eyes when he brought the ball of somewhat damp cotton to his nostrils, inhaling deeply.

He approved of the omitting scent with a low groan, his eyes rolling at the same time. As much as he was in control, the trap you had sprung on him was one he happily fell into. He opened his eyes back placing the wad in the pocket of his t-shirt. Aaron traced you thighs in no distinct pattern, trailing between them and gently gracing your pussy.

“Mmmm," he said lowly, "Look at you, your pussy is soaked and I haven’t even touched you." He quickly and roughly pulled you into his lap placing an open mouthed kiss on the side of your jaw, taking in the scent of you Peach Nectar shower gel.

"Are you gonna be good for me?"

The deep hum of his voice right in your ear sent shivers down your spine. He smiled lowly connecting his head with yours,

"It is so fucking easy to make you squirm.” he smirked.

"Please."

"Please? Please what?" Hotch eased.

You were sitting sideways in his lap, but you started to grind your hips anyway,

"Mmm, are you needy, baby? Trying to get yourself off on my lap?" He started kissing and nipping at your neck sending you into a spiral. You could feel his cock hardening beneath the confines of his dark blue sweatpants. Hotch brought you more towards the center of his crotch grinding your hips down on him,

"You feel that?" His hips started teasingly thrusting. He did this a few more times before turning your face to him, kissing you deeply. He pulled away closing his palm around your neck, leaning you back enough to see your whole expression.

"You want my cock? Hmm? You want to feel me here?" He brought his other hand to circle your front and press on your lower belly. The girth of the massive head you felt rubbing against your clit was pushing you closer.

You felt his hand wedge between you when your pussy started to burn with the sudden intrusion. He pressed your hips all the way down on him, grunting as he bottomed out. You could no longer hold in your cries of ecstasy when you felt his thick cock reaching the spot in your lower belly he had just previously teased.

As quickly as everything happened, it stopped. You opened your eyes feeling Aaron remove his hands from you completely. Thinking he was just putting you in a different position, you waited. You look beside you when you feel his body twist to the side, collecting the stack of papers from the side table. He cleared his throat nonchalantly reading over his assignment.

You looked at him puzzled, when you wiped it off completely. Who did you think you were? You're strictly there to keep his cock wet and warm. Nothing but holes for him to use.

Once your heart rate came back down, you smiled slightly at how quickly he cuts you off at the source and how much you live for it. You got comfortable before lifting his arm and placing your head on his shoulder. He closed his arms around you, papers out in front and kissed you on your head.

“Good girl.”

[freaky-cookies]

WE GET FREAKY!..

OP IS 19 .

MINORS DNI

| crk smut writing sideblog bc I got scared,

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I MOSTLY WRITE FOR F READER WITH AFAB GENITALS , BUT FEEL FREE TO ASK FOR ANOTHER GENDER! :)

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WHAT I WILL WRITE

smut

, fluff

, angst

PWP / PWNP

WHAT I WONT WRITE

scat, piss

, feeder/feedee ,

weird shit like that,,

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I DONT do requests in the way of “*character* with *blank reader* please” but I do dirty rambling!

ASKS = OPEN

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KNOWN ANONS

none :(

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[k1utzymitry]

guys when i tell u i can only write smut.. i mean it. pwp is so much to do 😭😭 i love me some pwnp just get straight to the point ! 😈

speaking of genres.. i have some real angsty stuff planned. hopefully i can put it into correct words in their respected chapters 😓. AND LET ME NOT GO OVER BOARD. i’ve long deleted all my angst fics bc i have a tendency to ramble.. they were too sad! 😭 lots of complaints.. so IK THIS SMUT IS GONNA BE GOOD IN RISES THE MOON! I’ve been getting alot of inspiration recently and i’m ready to start writing that part TONIGHT! so buckle up for these next 2 chapters. keep those notifs on to be notified when i post !! :3