#sitting in a stream naked; hand over her mouth

[jaune-submissive-and-breedable]

All bark and no bite yandere adult jaune getting seeing the green light adult Jessica Cruze. Soft dom and very sweet aftercare post hardlight fucking.

(Just re-read you ask while writing this. Not sure if you wanted Jaune as the dom or not. But hope you still like it

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Jaune stared at the woman before hardly believing it to be the anxious and scared girl he met before.

"J...Jessica?"

The Latina woman in return, stared at the gruff and older blonde before

"Jaune?"

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Jessica moaned loudly as she felt Jaune thrusting deep inside her. His hard, fat cock filled every crevasse of her sopping wet canal. His hands roughly groped and teased her sensitive breasts, his fingers twisting her nipples gently. As soon as they confirmed each other's identities, Jessica quickly pulled him towards an empty bedroom. She practically tore off their clothes when they arrived, pouncing on him and forcing them both to the floor. Completely unphased by the tumble, she immediately stroked him off til he was sufficiently erect and impaled herself on his length.

"oh.....GOD, you're so big!" she complimented as she ground into lap.

Jaune moaned feeling her wet pussy sliding up and down his cock and tried to reach for her waist, only to feel a heavy weight on his arms. Looking side to side, he saw emerald green constructs of Jessica, just as naked and grinding their own pussys against his hands, pinning him to the floor.

"Jess....shouldn't we.." he was silenced with a kiss from the real Jessica, eyes closed as she drove her tongue into his mouth.

"Shut up and let me have this.." She whispered in his ear, rolling her hips against his lap "I've dreamt of this for so long"

She captured his lips again and started bouncing rapidly on his cock, filling the room with loud slaps as their hips collided. The hard light clones moan alongside their master, their own movements quickening. Jaune moaned into he mouth as well and trusted upwards in her wet cunt, letting the pleasure take him over. Jessica gasped as he did, his thrusts hitting every sensitive spot inside her core.

"Jess...I'm"

Jessica slumped forward, wrapping her arms around his neck, "Do...Fill me up!" She begged, throwing her hips down one more time.

Shortly after, Jaune's testicles pulsed and released loads of hot sticky cum into her eager pussy. Jessica squeezed her eyes shut and moaned, her climax synced with his. The duo stayed in this position till they felt their orgasms slow to a stop. Small streams of cum leaked from his tip.

Jessica slowly lifted herself from his cock with a loud and moist pop. She marveled at the volume he sprayed inside her, so much of it leaking from her slit making her pout a little. But what surprised her most was his still erect penis, twitching and pulsing, ready for another round. Smirking she commanded one of her clones to milk him for every last drop.

Jaune felt the clones remove themselves from his arms. Propping himself upwards, he saw a clone slide his still-erect penis, moaning as it did. He groaned and let himself fall back down, letting the pleasure over take him.

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Jessica and Jaune panted heavily as they cuddled together. Satisfied smiles adorned their faces.

"That was...incredible" Jaune gasped, bringing Jessica closer to his chest.

"Yeah...." she replied, bringing a hand to her chest. *There's no way I'm not pregnant* she thought, remembering the loads he dumped inside her.

She started pulling herself away, sitting up, and stretching.

"I suppose we should rejoin the others. Superman must be waiting"

Instead of agreeing, Jaune pulled her back to bed, wrapping her in a tight bear hug.

"Nope"

"But.."

"No. Cuddle now. work later"

Jessica blinked surprised at his response. She could've sworn she saw his eyes dim when she mentioned Clark, but shrugged it off and nestled herself into his warm chest.

[invinciblerodent]

oh you know you're fucked when you see a screenshot of a fictional man, and your first reaction is to fucking smile like you're looking at a picture of your long-lost sweetheart in a goddamn heart-shaped locket

[nottsangel]

— artrick and camgirl!reader ੈ♡˳

moodboard

it began as just a quick way to make some extra money during college and nothing more than that. you were a bit apprehensive at first, aware of the risks and consequences of someone finding you, but eventually, you started to find joy in it, especially because you received a lot of attention— even more than the other girls on the same website. people, who where mostly older men, started to like you, and money began to pour in like never before. but no matter what, you had to keep it a secret from everyone.

yet, patrick who scours the whole internet for porn that matches his specific taste, managed to unexpectedly find you while you were live. he almost couldn’t believe his eyes— his best friend, with her legs spread wide as she touched herself and loud moans escaped her mouth. and god, the way you moaned sounded so angelic, with your pretty, soft lips parted in ecstasy. he simply had no other choice— he had to tell art.

“i swear to god patrick, i don’t wanna see those golden shower porn videos again.” “just, trust me, you’re gonna wanna see this.” patrick insisted as he opened his laptop. he glanced at the time. 10 pm. that was usually when you came online on thursdays, because yes, patrick had already watched you so many days in a row, he memorised your streaming schedule. “who are these girls?” art questioned with a raised brow, puzzled as to why patrick would show him random camgirls, until he noticed he noticed you— fully naked while you held a vibrator against your swollen clit, causing his eyes to widen as he leaned closer to the laptop screen. “holy… fuck.” “yup. i know.”

and that’s how it all began. now, every day right before you would come online, patrick and art would sit impatiently next to each other on the bed, eagerly waiting for you to go live. “you think she’ll use that pink dildo again?” art asked patrick with clammy hands resting on his knees. “god, i hope so. that one’s my favourite.” and when you finally appeared on screen, a smirk spread simultaneously across both boys’ faces as they stared mesmerised at the screen, quickly adjusting their positions as their pants grew uncomfortably tight.

it was somewhat odd— it almost felt like video calling with you, as if you were touching yourself just for them, until they were hit with the harsh reality of the comments and countless men thirsting over you. the wave of comments flooding in during your streams, especially when you would interact with them, evoked a complex mix of emotions in patrick and art. they were consumed by jealousy— they wanted you for themselves, and they hated the fact that others could see what they saw. “jesus, these men are fucking desperate.” art exclaimed while reading the quick-paced comments with an unamused face. patrick shook his head in disapproval as he let out a chuckle. “i bet they’re all jerking off while watching her, fucking creeps.”

and ultimately… they found themselves becoming what they once criticised the most, as they’re now shoulder to shoulder in art’s stanford dorm room, hands tightly wrapped around their throbbing erections as they pumped it quickly. “this, uhm… this isn’t weird, right?” art questioned, his breaths coming in quick pants as your moans echoed through the shitty speakers of his cheap laptop. “no, no… i mean, we’re looking at her, right? nothing weird about that.” patrick reassured art as his eyes stayed fixed on your movements, and art nodded in agreement.

and even now, as they masturbated not only on their own to you but together, while watching you strip and bring yourself to your orgasms over and over again, they still hung out with you as usual. you noticed a change in their behaviour though— you couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was, but they seemed more, nervous around you. you brushed it off quickly though, thinking it was just you. but little did you know they were indeed nervous to be around you now, as their eyes scanned every inch of your body covered in clothing, knowing that they had seen all of it— all of you, naked.

“do you… do you think we should tell her? that we know?” patrick asked art as they were once again, sitting in art’s dorm room, their hands lazily pumping their cocks. soft fucks and oh my gods slipped from your lips and resonated through the room along with the buzzing sound of your rose toy, which was the usual on fridays. “i mean, yeah, we should, eventually. maybe… uhm, next week… or something.” “yeah, yeah. next week.”

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[cosmopretty]

꣑୧ summary- Paige has a bad game and cant help herself but to come home and use you to get over it

warnings- dom!Paige, sub!reader, choking, hair pulling, dirty talk, degradation, strap on sex, strap sucking, dacryphilia, use of “daddy” , thigh riding, multiple orgasms

It had been a bad game for paige, your girlfriend felt as if she'd made them lose, even though you told her over and over it was not her fault “you don’t understand I messed up over and over it was all on me” she told you closing the door behind you two, in your apartment. You knew you were in for it, it became a normal thing when paige had a bad game she would let her anger out on you, not that you minded it all.

She leads you to your shared bedroom and one look at her and you all ready knew you were fucked, literary. She had that look in her eyes you could see before she was about to fuck you dumb.

Paige stared at you before her hands came and pulled your shirt over your head throwing it to the side, along with your pants leaving you in a bra and panties. “God you’re so beautiful can’t wait to break you baby” she says her hand running down her mouth, before walking away opening the drawer you knew all too well. You watched her strip off her clothes, sweat glistening her skin, she puts the 8 inch strap onto her hips, tightening it before turning around to look at you “Get on your knees” she demands walking towards you.

The way she looked at you was the same way a predator looked at its pray, you sit on the floor looking up at her as she sits in front of you on the bed. Her hand comes down to your head grabbing a fist full of your hair pulling your head back “Suck bitch” she says pulling you down on her strap. Paige never really degraded you, she didn’t like it unless she was really about to wreak you.

You wrap your lips around the tip of her strap, before you can get the chance to do anything else her hand pushes you all the way down on her strap. The strap hits the back of your throat pushing against your gag reflex, your hands squeeze both her thighs “Breathe through your nose, you know how princess” she mocks you pulling you up and down her strap by the back of your hair. She loved the way you looked in between her legs, on your knees choking on her dick.

She watches you choke on her strap, bobbing your head up and down before abruptly pulling you off of her. She holds your head up to look at her, tears streaming down your cheeks, your chest moving up and down begging for hair, drool falling out of your mouth “So pretty baby” she whispers her thumb coming down to drag across your lips. You nod your head and look up at her through your lashes “Paige” you whine staring up at her.

“Stand up mama come on” she tells you, you stand up on sore legs your knees shaking slightly. Paige’s hands come down taking off your panties as you step up to get them off, she then takes off your bra as you stand there naked in front of her, your body on display. She stays sitting on the bed, man spreading her hand coming up to rub her jaw “Fuck your so beautiful” she whispers to her self before standing up in front of you, her full height intimidating you.

You stare up at her, your hands coming to hold her waist rubbing up and down, her eyes stare down at you trying her hardest not to get angry, the game playing over and over in her mind only fueling her anger. Her strong hand comes up to hold your neck squeezing slightly “Go lay down” she demands letting go of you and stepping back.

Laying down on the bed bare you watch as Paige walks over to you getting on top of you, straddling your waist. She doesn’t bother to stretch you out first as she pushes the tip of her strap inside of you. You gasp “Paige no- no too big, Paige” you moan at the end as her thumb comes to rub your clit.

“Come on mama take it like a good girl” she tells you slowly pushing inch and inch inside of you slowly before bottoming out. She stills inside of you, tears pool in your eyes from the stretch, Paige swears she can feel how tight you are through the strap “So tight ma so fucking tight” she says breathlessly before slowly moving her hips back and forth.

The big strap pushes in your gummy walls hitting your G spot over and over “Fuck Paige too big too-“ before you can finish your sentence Paige’s hand comes to your mouth covering it.

“Just shut the fuck up and let me fuck you baby” She says rolling her eyes casting her pace, the strap pushing against her clit with every thrust. She thrusts into you over and over her pace fast and relentless, your moans being swallow by her hand. You try and focus your hardest on breathing through your nose as you stare up at Paige whose eyes her staring down at yours. Her hand moves away from your mouth to wipe the tears that have fallen from your eyes “So pretty when you cry” she mumbles pushing harder inside you causing you to moan out.

Paige grabs one of your legs wrapping it around her waist before resuming to thrust into you at a new angle “AH FUCK” you moan out almost yelling as the strap hits that spongey spot inside of you. Paige smirks and continues to push into you at this angle “Fuck daddy” you accidentally moan out before staring up at her wide eyed.

“That’s right I’m your fucking daddy” Paige says laughing as she grabs both your hips pulling you up to match her pace.

She uses you like a doll, fucking into you as if you’re not the girlfriend she loves with her whole heart, and would never harm a hair on your head .

You moan your hands grasping at the bed sheets “Paige- mm gonna come” you moan staring up at her. She nods “Yeah baby come on come for me” she tells you snapping her hips into yours, the strap hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars.

Your legs shake as the band in your stomach finally snaps, cumming all over her strap. She fucks you through your high not stopping her relentless pace inside you.

“No more Paige please” you beg her overstimulated Paige pouts at you, mocking you “You thought we were done? No baby we’re done when I say we are” she tells you flipping you over on your stomach.

Paige’s hands grab your hips before pushing the strap back into you, bottoming out in one thrust. You whine grabbing the pillow under you, a string of curse words leaving your mouth “Come on you can take it only a few more rounds” Paige tells you.

“Wait rounds?” You ask shocked turning around to look at her before her hand comes to push your face in the pillow, shutting you up while she fucks you.

[maxillness]

So Pretty, And Just For Me || CL16 x Gf!reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, glasses!charles (he should be a warning himself 🤭), hair pulling, oral (M), google translate French, praise kink, sub!charles

Wordcount: 1.2k

She loved when Charles would stream. Not because he would spend time away from her, but because he would always walk into the living room afterwards with his glasses on

She would never admit it, but damn did he look fucking hot with glasses on. She would almost drool every time he had them on

Even with her long stares at him, he was totally oblivious to it

All she could think about when he has his glasses on was; how would he look while she fucked him with his glasses on?

One time, she couldn’t take it anymore and decided to act upon her thoughts

She bit her lip slightly when she walked into the living room, seeing Charles sitting with his phone in his hands

She quickly walked over to him, taking his phone out of his hands, throwing it to the side on the couch

He didn’t get to ask about her actions before she was seated in his lap and smashed their lips together

“Mmh… Baby. What are you doing?” He mumbled into her mouth as she started grinding down on him slowly

“Nothing. Can’t I just kiss my boyfriend?” She pulled her head back. Her hands tugged on his hair making him whimper and tilt his head upwards to get a better look at her

“You’re usually not like this” He said between rough kisses from the woman in his lap “I’m not complaining, but-“

“Then stop talking” He whimpered when she forced her tongue into his mouth

His hands traveled from her waist and down to her ass, palming her softly. She smirked into his mouth when she started feeling him harden under her

“Please, I need you” Charles whimpered as her lips trailed to his neck, sucking lightly at his skin

“I know you do” Her voice was confident as her hands sneaked under his shirt

One of his hands went to his face trying to remove his glasses before it got to heated, but her hand come up and slapped his away

“Keep them on” She spoke again before he could express his confusion “You look fucking hot with them on” She smirked when he whimpered at her words

He eventually nodded, agreeing on her request “Good. Thank you baby” She kissed his lips surprisingly soft

It was a struggle to get his shirt off because of his glasses, but it eventually got off. She got off of his lap, making him whine

She got to her knees in front of him. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his sweats, pulling his boxers with it

He lifted his hips off of the couch so she could them all the way down. He whimpered at the way she kissed his inner thigh as he lifted his legs to get the sweats and boxers off

She scooted closer, in between his legs, making him part them more

He felt embarrassed like this; naked, exposed on their crazy expensive couch. They had never been intimate outside of the bedroom, so there was also a kind of excitement in his gut

She slowly started swirling her tongue around the tip of his cock, drawing out all the kind of filthy sounds she loved hearing

“Fuck. S'il te plaît, baby. Stop teasing” He bucked his hips up slightly, but it only resulted in her pulling away “No, no. I’m sorry. I need you, please”

He whimpered again as she started sucking lightly on the skin of his inner thighs. He threw his head back against the couch as her tongue grazed over the marks, easing the stinging sensation

He moaned loud when she got her mouth around the head of his cock again. She swirled her tongue a few times before she drove down, taking all of him into her mouth

“Fuck, yes, baby. Feels so good” His words were slurred as her head bobbed up and down his shaft “Yes, keep going, baby” He tried so hard not to buck his hips up into her mouth

“Tu es tellement chaud comme ça, bébé” She hummed at his words, making him moan in a high-pitched tone

“Fuck. Baby, I’m so close. Please, baby” His thighs were starting to shake while he twitched in her mouth

“s'il te plaît, je peux venir?” She hummed, giving him the permission to come deep down her throat

She swallowed it all, making sure nothing was slipping out of her mouth. She sat back, soothing and kissing his thighs as he came down from his orgasm

“You think you can give me one more, baby?” She asked kissing the inside of his thighs. A few seconds went by before he nodded with a low ‘yes’

“Good boy” She stood up, seeing the way he squirmed at the praise “Lay down on your back” She kissed him softly before he did what he was told

“tu es un si bon garçon pour moi, mon amour” She said as she got in his lap, legs on both sides of his hips

His hands went to the sides of her waist as she started stroking him slowly, making him whine in desperation

“Hands off, Leclerc” She said stern, but he didn’t react to her words. He could only moan and her touch

“I said; hands off” She stopped the movements in her wrist

“No, please. Let me touch you. Please, I’m begging you” He looked pathetic like this. Naked, begging, fogged up glasses, and messy hair

She didn’t wanna tell him again, so she took both of his hands off of her body, holding them above his head with one hand before she went back to stroking him slowly

“Be a good boy and so as I say. Bad boys don’t get what they want” She smirked hearing his whine

She sat up slightly, just enough for her to draw the tip of his cock through her folds, earning a loud moan from her

“Fuck, you’re doing so good for me, mon amour” She whined as she slowly sank down on him. He screwed his eyes shut and bit his bottom lip, trying to hold his loud sounds in

“I want to hear you’re pretty moans, Charl” He let go of his lip as well as his moans “You sound so fucking good” She praised him as she started going up and down on him

“You’re doing so good for me” Her own moans slipped out of her mouth. Her nails dug into his wrist as she sped up

The sounds of their mixed moans and their skin slapping against each other was filling the whole apartment, if not the whole complex

“You’re so pretty like this; fucked out, trembling, naked, sweaty. So pretty, and just for me. Only me” She started rolling her hips, making Charles’ cock hit the right spot inside her

He nodded along side a groan “Just for you, mon amour” Strings of French curse words fell from his lips, indicating he was getting closer again

“You’re gonna come for me, Charlie?” He nodded, arching his back away from the couch

“Yes, please, fuck. Can I come?” He always asked, even though she has asked if he was gonna come

“Of course, baby” She captured his lips on hers as he came inside her. The feeling of his cum inside her, send her over the edge, getting her own orgasm

“You did so good for me, love” She kissed the corner of his mouth, letting go of his wrists, letting him finally touch her

“Always so good”

[pinkponyclubbb3]

Casual.

summary: Y/N finds out Chris has been sleeping with other girls when she thought they were something more than a casual thing. He ends up finding her next to a waterfall drunk and high out of her mind.

warnings: toxic Chris! smoking,drinking mentioned. nudity but no smut

this is all just fiction don’t take anything serious!

I follow Chris to his room with his phone in my hand. Tears streaming down my face. “L-look at the picture she sent me, Chris!” It was a picture of Chris sleeping naked in another girl's bed with a sheet covering his waist down and his arm resting above his head. He groans and looks at the ceiling fan. “Y/n! Have I ever asked you to be my girlfriend?” My heart is beating so fast. “No but-”

“But nothing! We’re nothing, y/n! We’re just casual!” that one word was like a stab to the heart. I can’t stop my tears from streaming down my face. I look at him in disbelief. “Casual? Was it casual when you took my virginity? Was it casual when I was the first girl you’ve introduced to your parent’s?” My voice breaking with every other word that’s coming out of my mouth. He rolls his eyes and looks at me. “It’s not my fault that you were stupid enough to think this was something more than casual.” I can feel the lump in my throat trying to stop me from crying.

“Fuck you, Chris.” I’ve never cussed before, especially not at a person, but I didn’t know any other words to express my feelings. “You know what your problem is? You’re too fucking needy. It’s pathetic. Seriously.” he scoffs.

Matt comes through the door when he hears us arguing. “Okay if we’re so ‘Casual’.” I grab Matt’s shirt and kiss him. I whisper a quick sorry before I slam Chris’s door. I grab my keys from the table and wave to Nick. “See ya.”

I slam my car door and try to slow down my breathing. I look in the center console and find three joints I stole from Chris. I’ve never had a reason to smoke but i’ve always wanted to try it. I pull out the driveway and start heading towards a gas station. I put my phone on Do Not Disturb as I hear phone calls spamming me.

Before I exit my car, I look in the mirror and try to wipe off the mascara under my eyes. I put on some lip gloss to try to look presentable. I close my car door and head inside. I decide to get my comfort snacks: goldfish, takis, Oreos, and a fruit punch to drink. As I’m passing the drinks, I notice the alcohol.

I grab a drink and put it in my basket with my snacks. I pay at the front and go back to my car. I connect my phone to the car to play Billie Eilish and fill the silence. I’m not sure where I’m going, but I keep going straight. I’m trying not to think about anything until I get somewhere to avoid spiraling.

I remember a waterfall I used to go to and decided to go there. I check the time, and it’s close to midnight, so nobody should be there. I park my car, get my tote bag from the backseat, and pack all the stuff. I open the goldfish and take a handful to my mouth. I fold my blanket so it fits in my bag.

I look in the center console for a lighter and see one that’s wrapped in a picture of me in lingerie. Chris gave it to me so we can match. I stare at it for a second and feel the lump in my throat start to form again. I sigh out loud and throw the lighter in my bag. I grab my phone to use the flash and start hiking. I know this path like the back of my hand.

As I walked, I decided to check the notifications I’d gotten, and it was a mix of Matt and Nick—none from Chris. A part of me knew he wouldn’t try to call, but there was still this little piece of me that had hope. After what feels like hours i’m finally at the top where I have the perfect view of the waterfall.

I sit down under a tree and take in the view. As I hear the water splash as it hits the rocks below me. I wrap myself in my blanket and turn on some music. I turn my phone over so a dim light shines. I continue eating my goldfish and start thinking about the events earlier. ‘you were stupid enough to think this is something more than casual’

When I met his parents, their eyes lit up as if I was the first girl they’d ever seen with him. When I was having a bad day, he would come to my house with my favorite snacks, and we’d watch movies while I’d rest my head on his chest and he told me everything would be okay.

Was that all really just casual and I was delusional?

I look through my bag and find the joints. I put one in my mouth and light it up. I inhale for a few seconds and let it sit before I exhale. I started coughing. Obviously, being new to this, my lungs weren’t used to smoke. I start drinking the fruit punch and eventually recover. I open up all my snacks and lay them out so I can easily grab them. I see the bottle of liquor and just stare.

I’ve never drank before either. I say fuck it and open the bottle. The drink burns my throat as it goes down. “Ew!” I say out loud. I start laughing out loud. As I hit the joint more the snacks are tasting like i’m eating a piece of heaven. The song ‘L'AMOUR DE MA VIE’ starts playing and I take a huge swig of the liquor .

“So you found her! Now go fall in love!” I sing and wave my hand out as those lyrics are sung.

couple hours later

I can barely keep my head up. I’m so tired. I pick up my phone for the first time since I got out the car. My vision is blurry and I can’t read the messages.

Chris<3

Where the fuck are you?

a bunch of missed calls from the triplets. I’m too tired to care. I use my tote as a pillow and throw the blanket over me. I stare at the waterfall and I’ve never felt more calm in my life. It’s as if my mind let me have a break from itself. I put another Oreo in my mouth but i’m too tired to chew so it slips out and lands on the grass. “Just five minutes.” I close my eyes to fall asleep.

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I feel like I’m flying. My hair is all over the place. I smile and stretch my arms out. I open my eyes, and I’m met with beautiful blue ones. He’s carrying me bridal style. “Hi, handsome.” I slur my words. My head falls back. I look up to see the night sky that’s covered in stars. “You know how dangerous this is?” Chris says with a stern voice. I laugh at him. “If you were a dwarf, you’d be grumpy.” I laugh historically, squinting my eyes.

He gets to his car, and Matt’s in the driver's seat. Chris is in the back, and he lets me lay my head on his lap. “Wait, don’t close the door-” I lean over and throw up. I try to grab all my hair, but strands are stuck to my face. I feel a hand grip my hair to get it out of my way. I wipe my mouth, and Matt hands me a water bottle. “Thanks,” I whisper. “How’d you find me?”

“I have your location.” I scoff. “And he says we’re casual,” I tell Matt. I can’t comprehend what he replied. I don’t feel like talking. I can’t think straight. It might be the drugs in my system or the alcohol. I lay in his lap silently, staring at the back of the passenger seat. I feel him playing with my hair. Tears start trickling my eyes.

I hit his hand to stop doing that. “Don’t touch me.” He scoffs. “What’s your problem?” I sit up and immediately get dizzy. I rub my eyes, smearing whatever’s left of my mascara. “Don’t do all this shit, then just call whatever this is ‘casual,’ Chris. Because I know for a fact if this was the other way around, you’d be just as hurt.”

He’s quiet, jaw clenched. “I’ll prove it to you. Matt, pull over.” I take my shirt off. “Woah woah-” Okay, maybe not the best Idea, I tell myself. “Put your shirt back on. Jesus.” Chris pulls my shirt down. I bite my lip, trying not to laugh, still feeling the effects of the weed.

We pull up to the driveway. “What about my car?” It completely slipped my mind until I felt the keys in my pocket. “I’ll pick it up tomorrow.” Matt opens the door and holds out his hand. “Thanks.” I take his hand, and he helps me down. “You’re gonna have to sleep in Chris’s room.” I wave a hand in Matt’s face. “I’ll take the couch.” I go through the front door and run to the couch, tripping over my foot. “The fuck is wrong with her?” Nick says. “She’s high,drunk, all the above.”

“Hi Nick, want an Oreo?” he sighs and holds out his hand. I take an Oreo out of my bra and give it to him. “Ew!” he throws the cookie on the floor. I start laughing so hard tears are coming out my eyes.

“Alright, come here. You need to change.” I follow Chris to his room. I sit on his bed while he looks through his closet. He throws me one of my black lace bras and a pair of shorts. “What kind of pajamas are these?” He throws sweats and a shirt at my face. “What the?” I laugh. He turns around, and I strip in front of him while holding eye contact. I throw on the sweats and T-shirt. I fall back on the bed and watch him turn on the light.

He takes off his shirt, leaving him in just his pajama pants, and gets into bed. He holds me in his arms and kisses my head. “Casual, my ass,” I mumble into his arm. “Go to sleep,y/n.”

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A/N : thank you for reading this was inspired by the song ‘Casual’ by chappell roan.

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[mattsautumn]

Hot shower - Matt sturniolo

Warnings; shower sex, use of y/n, flirting, eating out, dick sucking… tell me if i forgot anything :-)

Summary: in which y/n wants to take a shower but her hot best friend walks in.

(English is not my first language so sorry if i write something wrong💖)

NOT PROOFREAD😔

Life as a nurse can be difficult. Today i tried helping a patient with dementia. I’ve been taking care of her for around 5 months and i thought we were getting along well. I was wrong. When i walked into her room she gave me a mad look and i asked her what happened. She didn’t really give me an answer, but she did yell at me for ‘stealing her puppy’, which i didn’t. I told her she’s been in the hospital for some time and that she never even adopted a puppy. She didn’t believe me and started throwing her food at me.

My colleague Anna took over my shift and send me home.

Right now im sitting in my car, covered in whatever disgusting vegetables we serve. The only thing i can think about is a hot shower.

After a while i arrive at my house, which i share with my triplet friends Nick, Matt and Chris. I’ve known them since Highschool and we immediately became best friends. Ever since we met i’ve had a slight crush on Matt. Obviously i didn’t tell anyone since i knew they would spill it right away.

I walk into the house to be met with Chris. He looks at me confused. ‘Bad day?’ He asks. All i can do is nod before walking off to the bathroom i share with Matt. I strip out of my clothes, get my hair out of the ponytail i wore and wipe off my makeup.

The shower is hot. I wash off all the disgusting food that was thrown at me by the lady. For a moment i feel no worries… just calmness.

Matts pov;

I was busy streaming all day in my room and i need a shower so fucking bad. First i decided to clean up the extreme amount of Pepsi cans on my table.

After some time i walk into the bathroom, just to notice my best friend y/n is in there behind the curtains. She doesn’t notice me coming in. ‘Oh fuck-‘ i say.

‘Matt?’ She opens the curtain a bit. I force myself to look away, respecting her. But i can hear a chuckle escape from her mouth.

“Sorry, didn’t know you were in here…” i say as i start to walk away.

“Wait-“

I turn around to see her now fully naked in-front of me. My eyes trail over her body as she just stands there, biting her lip.

Y/n’s pov;

Before i know it Matt’s lips crash against mine. It’s passionate and enough to make me absolutely go insane. He takes off his clothes before pushing me back into the shower, making sure i don’t fall with. My back is against the cold tiles as his lips trail from my mouth down my neck.

Pathetic whimpers leave my mouth. I can’t hold back. His large hands land on my hips as he lowers the kisses.

“Please matt…”

“Please what? Can’t understand you, princess.”

“You know what i mean!”

“You’re right, but i want to hear the words come out of your mouth.”

My body reacts to that sentence immediately, feeling very needy for every bit of pleasure he can give me. I don’t want to beg for it, but i know he won’t so anything until i do.

“Please… fuck me matt…” i say, slightly embarrassed. He smirks as he buries his face between my legs. His strong arms hold me tight against the wall. The knot in my stomach is already about to explode and i just can’t hold back. My hand goes into his hair, gripping it and pulling him closer. His tongue moves against my clit, getting me closer and closer to the edge.

“Matthew… please. Please let me cum…” i whimper as he enters me with his middle finger. At first his movements are slow but he picks up the pace in no-time. Another finger is added, which sends me over the edge.

“Fu-uck…” i hiccup as i come all over his face. My eyes roll into the back of my head, letting myself enjoy the full pleasure. He smirks as he removes his fingers slowly, prolonging the orgasm. My legs tremble.

There’s a moment of silence before matt makes me sit on my knees in-front of him.

“Can you do this for me?” He asks.

“Do what exactly?” I say, teasing him back like he did to me. After all.. i can’t just be boring and suck him off immediately.

“Suck my cock, sweetheart. Let me receive the same pleasure i gave you.” He says as he pulls my face closer to his cock.

I let out a sigh before licking his slit. Moans escape his lips. It’s very rare to see him this vulnerable. Most of the time he’s the toughest guy in the room.

His hips move against my face, making his dick enter my mouth. He is fucking huge.

I gag on his cock as he thrusts into my mouth. His fingers are in my hair, slowly running through it as a sign of comfort.

“Doing so good for me… im close.” he moans.

“Cwowwmm wworr mewww.” You hum against his tip sending him over the edge. His hips stop moving as he lets go. Orgasms after orgasms fades over him. He pulls away from me, panting.

“Such a good girl for me..” he says before turning back to me.

“You want to come all over my cock?” He asks, i nod.

His dick lines up at my entrance before he slowly enters me, stretching me out. Loud moans escape both our lips as he thrusts faster. My body shakes against his.

‘Oh god baby.’ He moans.

‘Im already close!’ I yell.

He slams into me over and over again until we both fall apart against each other. It’s almost fascinating seeing how fast people can come.

After we both recover from our high we get out of the shower.

“That was so good.. thank you.” I say, smiling at him. He smiles back at me as he plants a soft kiss on my head.

We both dry ourselves and change into some comfy clothes before walking into the living room where his brothers, also my friends, are sitting. They look at us with disgust.

“Oh matt please! Please let me comee!” Chris mocks from what i moaned earlier. Embarrassment fills my face as nick and chris both die from laughter.

“Such a good girl for meeee.” Nick now mocks matt.

“Uggghhhh im so cl-“ chris says before getting cut off my Matt.

“Oh shut up guys. You’re just jealous i can get amazingly pleased and you can’t.”

I chuckle as nick and chris roll their eyes, going back to their phones. We ended up ordering some takeout before doing the same thing all over in matt’s bedroom.

[vivwritesfics]

"I'm Sat"

Getting my F1 tattoo on Thursday! This was supposed to come out for Max's birthday, but its also my big brothers birthday and my friends birthday so I didn't get time

Max had lovely thighs

Athletically thick

Perfect for sitting on

Y/N couldn't help but drool as she watched him complete interview

Thank god it was the Monaco grand prix

Thank god they could go home afterward and Y/N could sit wherever she wanted

AKA: Max's lap

When the interview was done, Max was quick to leave the paddock, Y/N's hand held in his

He was the last to arrive in the morning, first to leave, always

"Maxie," Y/N whispered as they climbed into the car

He pulled out of the car park, making his way back to the apartment

"Maxie," she tried again.

"Mijn liefje"

"I'm proud of you for today"

She reached her hand across the centre console, leaving it on his thigh

His scrumptious thigh

"I can't wait until we get inside"

She leaned over and whispered something in his ear

Something that made Max nearly crash his car

He rushed back to the apartment, rushed to open the door and pull Y/N inside

His mouth was on hers in a minute

He pulled her over to the sofa and onto his lap

Y/N pulled his hat from his head

She threaded her fingers through his hair, holding him close

Max's hands were on her hips, his grip bruising

But Y/N was loving every second of it

The things they did that night was sinful

Too sinful for me to write (for the time being)

Max knew how much Y/N loved his thighs

She loved sitting in his lap, sat on his strong thighs

She loved riding them, too

Naked body pressed against his leg

Sometimes Max had trousers on, sometimes he didn't

Oh, he loved that

When Y/N made a mess on his jeans

When she whined and moaned, a quivering mess against the fabric covering his mess

Back to it

After that night of sinful activities, Y/N was barely allowed to leave Max's lap

When they watched television together, Y/N was sat on his lap

In the Red Bull hospitality unit, Y/N was sat on his lap

Any spare moment Max got to sit down, Y/N was on his lap

It was only when he was streaming that she had to find her own seat

Actually, she was rarely allowed in the room when Max was streaming, since the fans weren't all that kind to her

Whenever Y/N was sat on his lap, Max was always the same

His hands were on her hips

His gaze concentrated on whoever was speaking to him

While Y/N laid against his chest

Hands playing with his hair

It was lovely and comforting

But oh so erotic at the same time

She never wanted it to stop

I just want somebody to let me sit in their lap

[asonofpeter]

Insanity

Pairing: Jaime Reyes x F!Reader

Summary: Your lack of sleep makes it seem like you're going insane, then again, your boyfriend has an alien inside of him...maybe insanity makes sense.

Warnings: reader has emotional distress, description of skin and flesh? mentions of sleep deprivation and male genitals, SPOILERS FOR BLUE BEETLE! there's also some light SMUT but it will be labeled by 🦋 so you can skip if you want and must be 18+ to read!

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Second part? Umm hell yeah! I gotta go see this movie again cause I wanna see Jaime wink wink. Thank you for all of those who reblogged the last part! If the smut confuses you, be aware that I'm a whore and my page mainly consists of smut. Please make sure you're 18+ when reading and enjoy! 💕💕💕

I don't consent to my work being copied, reposted, or translated.

“Where could he have possibly gone?!” you ran your fingers over your hair, tears streaming down your face as Miliagro tried to comfort you. “What the hell was that thing?” you shook your head, dumbfounded.

You had been standing, staring up at the hole in the ceiling for the last few minutes, completely dumbfounded that your boyfriend was somewhere up there. You were in hysterics compared to the rest of the family.

“Amá is calling the police, I’m sure we’ll find him,” she rubbed your shoulder, tears streaming down her face too.

A few moments later, your heart rate spiked up the moment a loud crash was heard in the dining room, the already collapsed table now housing your fainted boyfriend who was completely naked.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, hand over your mouth as you ran over to aid him but he awoke abruptly, incoherent words escaping his lips. About to stop him from moving to prevent any injury, you felt your face heat up when he stood up.

“His huevitos!” Rudy shouted, the rest of the family’s breaths hitching before Rocio and Nana started reminiscing about Jaime’s childhood. 

You stepped forward, trying to give Jaime some concealment but he pushed passed you, entirely dazed until he crashed on the couch.

“Ten, tapaló,” Rocio handed you a blanket and you quickly covered him. That’s when you all realized what was on his back. 

“That is the grossest thing I’ve ever seen,” Millie gagged beside you and you frowned at the sight of the bug fused into his back.

~

You sat at Jaime’s head on the couch, Nana waving the vapor rub in front of his nose. You combed your fingers through his hair, the smell, and your touch slowly coaxing him awake. 

His eyes opened, body jolting in shock to see all of you sitting around him. “Where?” his brows were furrowed and he stared down at himself, realization growing on him and being confirmed by a peek under the blanket. “Oh god,” he gaped, shooting up from the couch and keeping the blanket wrapped around him.

“Jaime, wait,” everyone called out, following him but he shrugged everyone off, going into his room.

“Follow him and tell him,” Millie pushed you forward and you got the message as you managed to slide into his room before he slammed the door shut.

“Jaime,” you called out, a smile forming on your face when you saw his bare ass, unable to help yourself. “You need to know something,” you wrung your fingers together, staring at the glowing blue fusion on his back. 

“Hang on, Y/N, I can explain everything. It’s all fine, this is all normal,” he struggled to put clothes on, mainly muttering to himself. “It’s all good,” he laughed, shirt in his hand as he walked over to you, a humorless laugh escaping him as he grabbed your shoulders. “I missed you,” he inhaled before leaning in and kissing you.

You were taken aback by the sudden gesture, but welcomed it nonetheless when you recalled how worried you’ve been about him. 

“Jaime,” you said when he pulled away, licking your lips as you opened your mouth to continue. “Look in the mirror,” you exhaled just as he pulled his shirt over his head.

He paused, doing as you said, his eyes widening when he got a look before a scream left his mouth.

“Just breathe, okay?” you hurried towards him before he panicked even more. “We’re gonna find a way to fix this, okay?” you grabbed his shoulders and he seemed to calm down a bit before you engulfed him in a hug.

“We’re gonna fix it,” he repeated, arms slowly wrapping around you. “I need to find Jenny”.

~

“That’s Cesar to you!” Rudy shouted at Jenny after she became the reason the Taco was ruined. 

You were all sat around the table after Jaime had driven off to go find Jenny to explain everything. You weren’t too pleased he left so suddenly, worry still raking through you from the day’s earlier event. You kept your anger under wraps, thankful to Rudy for laying it on them. 

A few moments later after hearing Rudy cry about the damage done to his truck, he came back in, fury still bubbling in his words. 

“I can’t believe you did that to my truck, after everything,” he cried. “This is all your fault,” he pointed at Jenny. “First, you put a bug inside my nephew and now my truck?!” he screamed, shaking his head.

“Wait, what’s he talking about?” Jenny darted her gaze around the table and Jaime sighed. 

“He means this,” he said, turning around and pulling his shirt over his head so she could see the blue and purple bug glowing along his spine, his flesh pink in the areas it fused to the creature.

“Oh my god,” the family shouted, Milagro gaging at the sight. You on the other hand had grown a quick immunity to the sight, your face straight as you stared at it.

“I’ve seen worse,” you and Rudy said at the same time and you shared a glance for a second before Millie butted in.

“Where?” she furrowed her brows. 

“You don’t want to know,” you said at the same time again, your gaze narrowing at him.

“What the hell is this thing?” Jaime pulled his shirt back down, leaning over the table between you and Jenny.

“It’s a scarab, given to my dad when I was a kid. It’s some type of world-destroying weapon,”  she shrugged, the sight of defeat written across her face aware that this news was not one taken well by the family.

“Great,” Jaime inhaled deeply, hands running through his hair as he walked into the kitchen.

“So did you know this was going to happen when you handed it to my brother?” Millie asked, shooting daggers at Jenny. 

“No! I swear I didn’t. The scarab isn’t activated by any person, it chooses you,” Jenny elaborated. “So that means it chose you,” she turned to Jaime, a look of disbelief on his face.

You were sitting silently beside everyone, arms crossed over your chest as you took in the information you were given. Emotions trickled through you, you were sure you’d experienced all of them at least once today, but hearing the words come out of her mouth, you couldn’t help but crack your stoic face and double over in laughter.

“That is the funniest thing I’ve ever heard, you’re joking,” you managed between laughs, the family sparing glances at each other and Jaime placed a hand on your shoulder to check on you.

“Ignore her, she hasn’t slept since yesterday. Night shift,” Millie excused you.

“Are you sure she didn’t get the alien inside her? Seems like she’s going insane,” Rudy butted in, twirling his finger by his temple to say “cookoo”. 

“Ay, Rudy,” Rocio waved him off. “As you can see she’s a little out of it from the lack of sleep”.

At her statement, the laughing stopped and you straightened up, composing yourself with a clearing of your throat.

“I’m not out of it,” you defended. You were sure you slept a good hour this morning. “I’m just finding it a little hard to believe that there’s an alien inside my boyfriend’s body, bonding to him as we speak,” you exhaled. “It’s insane!”

“It’s okay,” Jaime reassured, his other hand coming up to massage your shoulder. “You said it chose me, so how do we make it unchose me?” he asked, turning back to Jenny who had a look of softness cross over her eyes as she stared at you two.

“I’m not sure. But if I can get access to the proper technology, we can figure out a way,” she claimed. “I just need a key. It’s located at Kord Industries though,” she said, face falling. 

“I have a way in,” Rudy said. “Come on, cabezon, we’re gonna get that thing outta you,” he pointed. 

“Okay, Jenny, Rudy, and I will go. You guys stay here,” Jaime said, mainly looking at you.

“Are you crazy? I’m going with you,” you shook your head, standing up to meet him.

“Y/N, you haven’t slept since yesterday. You should sleep,” he cupped your face.

“I’m not tired,” you pulled away from him. “You’re insane if you think I’m letting you go out on this without me,” you argued. “I don’t want to miss this,” you frowned. “You have god-knows-what inside you, I should be there,” you reaffirmed, glancing at the floor.

“She’s right, mijo,” Alberto sided with you and Jaime let out a defeated sigh. 

“Okay, let’s go,” he agreed.

~

The former Kord Estate was a magnificent abandoned haven. The secret passageway entering Jenny’s dad’s lab was insane and other-worldly. Nothing about this day made sense and you only hoped there was a cure so you could get on with your lives. 

After Jaime decided a better fit of clothes would be preferred, you followed him and Jenny upstairs. You were both shown into an empty bedroom, presumably a spare one seeing as it had no personal touches added to it. 

You were staring out the window while Jaime was in the bathroom when Jenny came back with a blue tracksuit be she left, a kind smile on her face as she departed. The door shut behind her as Jaime walked from the bathroom.

“I have accelerated healing,” he brushed his fingers over his cheek and you sent him a puzzled look. “Look,” he walked closer to you to show you his perfectly unbroken skin that was red and cut only a few moments ago.

“Hmm,” you hummed. “This is still too insane to believe,” you pressed a hand to your forehead, shaking out a laugh and your boyfriend smiled before pulling you in for a hug. “Does it hurt?” you asked, referring to the scarab.

“Not really,” he shrugged before he pulled off the muscle tee, leaving him shirtless in front of you. “It looks bad, but to be honest, it feels,” he paused for a second. “Normal”.

“That’s something then,” you wrung your fingers together, trying to sound as supportive as you could.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay, alright? We’re going to get it out of me,” he rubbed your arms reassuringly and you sighed. “I love you, you know that?” he rubbed his thumb along your cheek and you nodded. 

“I love you too,” you recited. “It’s weird,” you added, glancing around the room. “The silence,” you tilted your head, able to hear nothing. “I’m now realizing I haven’t had a moment alone with you since you got back,” you chewed on your lip, cheeks heating up.

“I mean, we’re alone right now,” he suggested, a knowing look washing over his face.

“I want to savor it,” you nodded, staring into his beautiful brown eyes.

“You can do whatever you want, mi amor,” he traced patterns on your hip with his thumb. 

“I really do need the distraction,” you licked your lips, gaze falling to his lips. 

“Same here,” he swallowed. 

“I think we have time,” you added, hands coming up to wrap around his neck softly. 

“We definitely do,” he agreed, one of his hands sliding underneath your shirt. 

🦋

With that, you both leaned in, pressing your lips together in a soft gentle kiss, one filled with desperation but screamed all the reassurance you both needed.

You ran your fingers through his hair, his hand squeezing your hip as he pulled you closer.

Living with five other people in a small house wasn’t as fun as it usually was. You shared a room with your boyfriend’s sister, your boyfriend was in another city for four years previously, and now that he was back, your schedules never coincided with your night shift. To keep things quick, you and your boyfriend rarely have sex.

His hands ran over your back, one hand finding its place on your waist while the other snaked up to cup your jaw. Your moans vibrated against each other as you pressed your bodies together, closer than before.

You pulled away, guiding Jaime to sit on the closest chair before you straddled his lap. Your kiss resumed as his hands glided over your ass and under your thighs while you threaded your fingers through his hair, tugging on his curls. 

He made a move to take off your shirt and you followed through, leaving you in your bra until you got up quickly to shimmy your sweatpants off. 

“Fuck,” Jaime threw his head against the chair, frustration laced in his tone. 

“What?” you frowned, pausing in your movements. “Did you?” you led on, gaze dropping to his crotch. “It’s okay if-,” you shrugged, disappointment in your voice but his eyes shot open. 

“No! Not that,” his cheeks tinted with pink. “We don’t have a condom,” he explained, and you tilted your head up in realization. 

“Oh,” you said. “Well shit,” you exhaled. “So much for a distraction,” you bent down to pull your pants back up before you sat back in his lap, head resting against his shoulder. 

“Soon, baby, soon,” he mumbled into your hair as he placed a kiss.

🦋

You smiled, reaching up for a kiss before a knock on the door was interrupted. 

“It’s Rudy, I’m not coming in cause of last time, but we need y’all downstairs,” he shouted through the door and you couldn’t help but feel your face heat up at the thought of last time.

“We should go,” Jaime said once you heard Rudy’s steps fade away. 

You agreed, getting up to move and letting him change before you opened the door. Your boyfriend stopped you though, hand wrapped around your wrist, you glanced at him expectedly.

“I’m really glad you’re here,” he said and you grinned.

“Me too”. 

~

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[darkronicles]

TWICE’s Sana x Male Reader. 581 words.

“Can you stay quiet while I take this call?”

With an arched brow, you retort, “Can you?”

Sana rolls her eyes with a scoff before swiping on her phone screen and bringing the room back to silence. She clears her throat, masquerading her rendezvous with a viscous and steady tone. “This is Sana. How may I help you?”

She bats her lashes with a smile as she looks over your head during the call. Her manicured nails gently rake over your scalp, tousled strands of your hair threaded between her dainty fingers while your mouth returns to where she needs you most: between her slick-coated thighs.

While she speaks professionally to a representative of one of the many companies that she’s the face for, she sits on your couch—half-naked and donning one of your tees—with her legs propped over your shoulders. She sinks so comfortably into the cushions as this has become a frequent occurrence since her individual brand had skyrocketed, bringing her more stress that she needs to relieve. 

And you will always be on your knees for her.

”I am indeed booked for Friday.”

You swipe your tongue up her slit and round around her sensitive clit. With your thumbs parting her folds, you nestle closer, bringing her clit into your mouth as you peer up at her. She meets your eyes, her grip steadily wringing tighter on your hair as you suck and lap. Though her face is blank, her body’s reaction to your touch discredits her composure.

”O-Of course.”

A subtle sign of her faltering. You seize the opportunity to chip at her facade a little more. Wrapping your arms around her hips, you bury your face deeper between her legs, risking pleasurable asphyxiation by her dripping wetness and brute strength. You search for her weak spot, scoping around her pulsing clit with your tongue until her breath hitches. She reprimands you with silence and a tug on your roots, but you tolerate the sharpness of her grip. You maintain your pace, lapping and sucking and tugging her clit between your teeth while you feel the tension build in her thighs.

That threatens your airflow, but you persevere. After all, not many can say that they made Minatozaki Sana come.

And she will come hard.

”Yes, of course thank you bye-” Her words rush out in a steady stream before she ends the call and tosses her phone aside.

Your fingers easily slide inside her, courtesy of her ample wetness, and she swiftly comes undone. You grunt as her nails graze your scalp. You fight to stay above water as her thighs squeeze your head, leaving you no room to escape.

Not that you want to.

”God, you’re so good, darling,” she whines, throwing her head back. 

Her free hand darts overhead to grab the back of the couch. The lewd view stirs a raging boner in your joggers. Sana is inexplicably gorgeous, but even more so when she’s in shambles in the palm of your hands. Ecstasy coats her in a sheen of sweat, her pretty pussy soaking your digits and couch cushion as she rides out her high. Knowing just how to touch her and get her prepped swells your ego, particularly when your name slips from her kiss-swollen lips.

Sana isn’t down for long. Once you rise up from your knees, she springs up and pins you down on your back.

It will soon be you who will be begging and pulling her hair.

[loveforeren]

Lights! ☆ Camera!!☆ Action!!!☆

✰ Starring ✰ Miguel O'Hara

The live video you will be participating in contains:

Camboy/Streamer Miguel, voyeurism, Oral sex, biting, dirty talk, Miguel is Shameless, Dom!Miguel, exhibitionism, a small amount of spanking, Mami, and other pet names being used.

Viewer discretion is advised.

Enjoy the show.

Scene one!! 🎬 Look who's here

You peered into the cracked door of your boyfriend's streaming room. His hand was pumping his fully erect cock as he murmured your name. The camera was in front of him with the chat blowing up. You would be lying if you said it was causing your pussy to ache. He was so fucking pretty, and so fucking huge. The camera only showed from his neck down. You know if they saw his face they'd be absolutely mesmerized by it. As you peered further into the room by some miraculous change you managed to trip stumbling into the room. Miguel's head snapped to you, and a sly smirk appeared on his face.

"Ah...Chat it seems my lovely girlfriend decided to visit me what should I do..?" He asked already knowing what he planned to do.

They wanted him to eat that precious pussy of yours. They didn't have to tell him twice.

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Scene two!! 🎬 Spread for the camera

You were now naked as you sat on Miguel's lap his hands on your thighs. You swear you'd be embarrassed if you didn't feel his pulsing length touching you.

"Spread those pretty legs for me, Mami. Show them that pretty pussy of yours~" Miguel whispered in your ear.

His voice was like a drug, and you couldn't get enough of it. You obediently spread your legs in front of the camera. Miguel made sure your face stayed out of the camera. Your dripping and needy cunt was on display to all the people on the stream, but you didn't care. All you cared about was the sweet nothings and kisses Miguel was leaving on your neck.

"Mi amor...you ready?" He asks quietly.

You nod as the chat continues to go wild.

"Good." He grinned.

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Scene three!! 🎬 Let me taste you

"Oh god- R-right there-" you slurred out as Miguel's tongue maneuvered around your needy cunt.

You were hovering over his face until..you felt one of his hands hit your thigh. Not too hard but hard enough for you to sit down. He wanted you to sit, not hover. The mask he had on to cover the upper half of his face occasionally bumped your clit along with his nose. You swear he'd be down there if he could. You try to take your weight off of him hovering. You could see the chat just barely through your teary eyes.

'Sit down all the way!!'

You hovered over Miguel until you felt his claws sharply graze your skin before his hand met your ass. You could've sworn the sound echoed through the room. You continue to hover over him with your ass aching from when he hit it.

"Sit down." He said...no demanded.

You whined quietly and gently sat your weight down.

He was down there for what felt like an eternity. You finally released into his mouth you moaned as he lapped your juices.

They climb off of him and sit up as you wipe his face. He looks at the chat and it was very obvious what they were saying.

'Fuck her already!!'

'Ruin that pussy!!'

Miguel chuckled deeply as his hand rested on your thigh. He was about to oblige but then he saw your face. That beautiful face screamed 'fuck me.' You stared at him your hand trailing to his cock. You wanted to fuck him. No cameras. no mask. You wanted him to leave you a moaning mess. The chat is still raving telling him to fuck you, but his attention was so caught on you he didn't even care.

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Scene fo- CUT THE CAMERAS?! 🎬

"Ah- S-slow down-!" You moaned.

Miguel did just what you wanted he cut off the camera, and went directly to fuck you.

His pace was fast and deep as your nails penetrate the pillow. His hands held your hips as he pushed himself as deep as he could go. His teeth sunk into your skin causing a sharp feeling on your shoulder. You felt him lick the spot he bit. He drew blood, and it was obvious. If his mouth wasn't kissing sucking or biting you he was spewing out praises and compliments that made your heart flutter.

"Mami, you feel so good." He said as his brutal pace never once stopped.

You felt him pull out and wonder why he did.

"Why did you p-" Before you could finish he had flipped you over legs held open.

"Need to see your face." He said. His eyes looked like an animal ready to devour its prey.

He pushes himself back into you slowly. Even though you just took him inside moments ago your body could never get used to how big he was. His hands hold your legs open as he pounds into you at that brutal pace again. Your back is arching off of the bed as he practically punishes your pussy. All you could hear was his grunts and praise and you moaned. The sound of your body and his connecting every time he thrust into you was drowned out by your moans.

"S-slow down Miguel-!" You stuttered out between moans.

"You're all fucking mine. All mine and you feel so fuckin' good." He practically growled.

You felt that familiar knot in your stomach. The one that told you that you were at your limit. You babble senseless telling Miguel your about to cum.

"Cum for me, Mi amor." He breathed out between his brutal attacks on your poor pussy.

That's all he had to say as your body reaches that euphoric state that Miguel always managed to make your body climb to. He continued to fuck you through that heaven-sent feeling. You continue to babble senseless as you came on his dick. His pace started to get sloppy and the harsh pace and rhythm he had was disappearing. He was about to cum. You were tightening around from you orgasm and it was too much for him to bare.

"You want me to fill you up? Fill up that pretty pussy? Hmm?" He questioned.

"Yes-!" You slurred out too drunk on his dick to say anything other than yes.

You felt his warm seed fill your body. He groans his grip around your waist tightening. He didn't pull out he just laid on your chest.

"I can't do any more streams with you or they're all going to end early." He mumbled.

You let out a exhausted laugh and run your fingers through his hair.

"We'll see about that."

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✰ Starring ✰ Miguel O'Hara and you

A/N ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ I felt like doing something different. This was fun to write. It's kinda short but I wanted to post something because I've been too lazy to post. I hope yall enjoyed this. To be honest it could be better, but it's super late and I'm tired.

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[ddejavvu]

pairing: james potter x fem!reader ft. remus and sirius

summary: james is surprisingly willing to help you despite only having known you for a few weeks.

contents: reader is on her period, james barges into the bathroom because he's That Close to his friends

Sharing both a room and a bathroom with three men after having shared with four women is jarring, to say the least. Your old roommates could be slobs, of course, but there's something about James's habit barging into the bathroom whenever he pleases that doesn't sit right with you at first. You understand why he'd done it before you'd gotten there; you're sure they all had. You had no problem brushing your teeth beside Lily or Marlene while they were showering or peeing, but now that you're equipped with different tools than the rest of your roommates, it just feels wrong for them to see.

You first encounter it on a Monday morning, an appropriately terrible day for a terrible experience. You've just gotten up, and you're using the bathroom before you get dressed for the day, when James decides he needs to shower right then and there. He shouts a quick, 'Comin' in, mate!' Before turning the knob with the broken lock and storming right in, not giving you enough time to announce your presence.

"Ah- James!" You think you'll die right then and there, hands hovering over your crotch as James realizes what he's done. He's butt naked, probably tired after practice and in need of a steamy shower, but he's not any more enthusiastic about you seeing his parts than you are of him seeing yours, and he scrambles to cover himself up.

"Uh- sorry. I didn't realize it was you, I thought- I thought you had classes this morning. I apologize," He smiles kindly, though his eyes bulge where they're glued to your own, "Uh- you can... get back to business."

Neither of you had looked each other in the eyes for nearly 36 hours, but eventually the awkwardness died down, and you moved on.

Until the second time.

"Y/N," He calls, while you're in the shower, behind the flimsy curtain, "Listen, I know you're in the shower and all, but I'm running late, and I really need to brush my teeth. I don't want to rush you, can I just- just pop in there for a second? I swear I won't look."

You're at a loss for words, mouth opening and closing like a fish while the water streams around you. You appreciate his consideration, you know he doesn't want to scare you off or cross your boundaries, but it's a bold request. You're covered, sure, but the bathroom light is on, and you're sure you've got a silhouette behind the curtain. But you're going to be a while longer, and it's not fair of you to hold James up.

"Uh- sure," You stammer, covering up your chest like he'll be able to see through the curtain with laser eyes, "Come on in."

He doesn't hesitate to rush inside, but he's considerate enough to close the door after himself so that no one else stumbles upon you. You appreciate it, but you're frozen as he brushes his teeth quickly, bidding you a cheery goodbye like he hadn't just skimmed over giving you a heart attack. He shuts the door on his way back out, and there's not an ounce of awkwardness in his tone when he chats with you about his day later.

The third time, the third time is the kicker. You've started your period, the first time since you've been staying with James, Remus, and Sirius. You're sure they wouldn't give you a hard time for it, they seem decent enough so far, but there's just something mortifying about putting a used pad in a man's bathroom trash can.

You've changed your sheets before anyone can see the red stain, but your panties haven't been as fortunate yet. They're laying stained and wet on the ground beside your equally mangled shorts, hopefully not transferring the blood to the fabric below.

You don't get any warning, not enough time to hide them when you hear James's heavy footfalls by the door. He barges in without warning, face shifting to apologetic for only a split second before he registers the bloody clothes on the floor.

"Aah," He yelps, "Fuckin'- Are you wounded? You- oh." His sex education catches up to him, realizing why you've got blood only in the pad of your underwear, "Uh- right. Sorry."

"Get-" You start with a hiss, but you rein yourself in, trying to be kind, "James, can you- can you please get out?"

"Yeah! Yeah, right, I'll-" He motions over his shoulder with his thumb, "Uh- the guys are coming, so I'll head out. And-"

"The- what? Remus and Sirius are on their way back?" You panic, regretting your late wake-up. You could have really used the time they spent at breakfast to clean up."

"Yeah, they're- at the door."

"Close the door!" You urge him, as you hear the two other men enter the room. James does as he's told, but instead of stepping out, he steps in, panicked by your harsh tone of voice.

"Not- no!" You gush, but when he tries correcting himself, you lunge for his hand.

"Don't leave!" You beg, but rush to explain yourself when he frowns worriedly at you.

"I don't-" You whisper, "I don't want them to know I'm in here. Like- like this. If you leave they'll know. Just-" You fall silent with a sigh, "I don't know."

"Right." He nods, keeping his voice down so that it's muffled to Remus and Sirius, "Uh, I'll-"

"James? Mate, m'coming in," Sirius's voice comes from just outside the door, and you and James stare at each other, terrified. He rushes to slam his back against the door, and Sirius is unable to turn the knob.

"No! Uh, you can't-" James stammers, clearing his throat and steeling himself, "Use the bathroom in the hallway. I've got the squirts, mate, you don't wanna be in here with me."

You're lucky that Remus and Sirius groan in disgust, because it muffles your quick snort into your fist.

"You fuckin' animal. I told you not to cram those sausages down your throat," Remus snaps, "Now we can't use it for the rest of the day."

"Yeah, yeah, I've learned my lesson," James promises, shooting you a knowing wink, "Now get out!"

You're fairly certain you hear Sirius groan 'gladly', but you can't be certain. Their footsteps recede, then the outer door shuts, and once again you're alone with James. You wait for him to leave, but he lingers for a moment, politely avoiding staring at your soiled clothes.

"Right, well, they won't be back for a while. Do you want me to leave, too?"

"Uh- no, it's- it's okay," You decide, "You know."

"Yeah. Do you need any," James cringes before he even offers, "Help? I mean, I'm sure you've got wiping down, just- do you want, like, chocolate or something? Doesn't that help?"

"No! No, James, it's alright," You assure him, touched by his offer even if you're also embarrassed by it, "I don't want you to go to any trouble."

"No trouble," He shrugs, letting himself out of the bathroom and hovering in the doorway, "I know where Remus's stash is! He probably won't even notice it's missing, he's got so much. I can snatch some for you?"

"Really, it's okay," You smile kindly at him, still doubled over on the toilet with your elbows covering what you don't want him seeing, "Just- a moment alone, please?"

"Right," He nods with a grin, shutting the door, "Sorry!"

You breathe deep when you finally have a moment alone, cheeks burning with mortification. You're not sure you'll recover from this for a month, conveniently just enough time for it to happen again. You clean yourself up swiftly, not eager to spend more time in the bathroom that's revealed you to your roommate thrice in a month now.

James is kicked back on his bed when you reenter the main room, and he shoots you a kind smile that you bashfully return. You get to work putting new sheets on your bed, but when you move your pillow, you find a chocolate bar tucked under it.

If the sly grin on his face as he turns the page of his book is any indication, he's heard your light chuckle, and knows you appreciate him.

[sensei-venus]

Jaime Reyes x Chubby!Reader: Thighs for Days~

(Unedited) (Thigh Fucking) ( @gemini-sensei )

Jaime doesn't really knows what takes over him as he kneels behind Reader. His calves burn a little as he sits on his hunches over her.

His breathing gets heavy as he pushes himself over her. Their naked skin rubs together so deliciously, it has him whimpering. He can't help but be loud as the soft skin of her back rubs up against her chest. Eyes rolling at the feeling of her body against his.

Just an hour ago they were having dinner with his family. Laughing and talking about their week at work and school. They joked about what they should do that weekend.

Then thirsty minutes later he was making out with Reader up against the brick wall outside her apartment. She did her best to not make a sound as they made out so publicly. The street lights were just starting to come on in the complex parking lot.

She whinned into his mouth as he ran a hand over her thick thigh. His fingers digging into the fabric that left him unable to grab at the fat of her juicy legs. His dick screamed to be let out at that point. It rubbed at her leg as he almost humped her in the door way.

Now he was trying his best not to busy right then and there.

He wondered what her fat ass would look like covred with a hot load of his cum. He wonders what it would look like in the barely lit bedroom. They were both to ocupided with each other to flip more then Reader’s bathroom light on. It was an accident, his hand reached for the bedroom light but accidentally caught the bathroom switch when reaching out. Now only a small stream of light from the cracked door lit her room.

“Let me use your thighs! Please amar please.”

His voice was strained as he tried his best not to rut against her naked ass. The thickness of it against his throbbing cock only spared him on. Urging him to keep going and milk out a nice orgasm. One he needed so badly at that very moment. That's all his poor brain could think about.

“Fuck Jamie yes!! Fuck my thighs baby!” Reader moaned into her pillow at the feeling of his dick against her. Her thighs squeeze together as she shakes her hips at him. Her ass drawing up and back to urge him on. Trying to get him to push into her soft skin. Her eyes roll back as she feels him squeeze himself tighter to her. Sucking in a sharp breath he moves against her once again.

He jerks himself in his hand before lining his dick up with her tight thighs. Leaving him no real opening she pushes into the tight crook of her thighs. He moans as he pushes through the tight little hole between her thighs. The lack of a thigh gap does amazing things to his thick cock. His hands grip at her rolls, squeezing her fat sides. She shivers at the feeling if being pushed down into her own mattress.

He's quick to pick up a fast and heavy pace. Thrusting as fast as he can between her thighs. His balls slap loudly in the silent room and echo around them. Soon enough the whole room is full of their sounds. Moans and groans fill the atmosphere of the room and send shock waves through both of them. Reader can't hold back her own sounds when her boyfriend reaches around under her. Starting to play with her folds and pinching at her clit.

Using his own wetness and his precum he made little circles. Tiny figure eights that made her start to see stars behind her eyelids. Her lids fluttered as she shoved her face into the pillows below her. It was almost as if he knew every trick in the book to make her explode.

“Oh amar your so good for me. Letting me use those pretty thighs. Letting me get off to such a simple but so pretty part of your body.” his voice was horse in her ear. Hot breath fanning over her earlobe. She squealed, trying to bite her lip to keep quiet.

Jaime’s pace didn't let up as he worked harder to get himself off. The sticky sound of his cum lubing up Reader's thighs filled his head. It was nasty and raw. So gross and lewd, he had only dreamed of making such obscure notices with his chubby little girlfriend before all this. Being in this moment was a whole new thing. He no longer had to imagine it as it was right there in front of him.

Fat little ass high in the air, his hot dick shoved between fatty thighs covered in his own cum. Warm drooling pussy leaking all over him with every little move he made.

He was in heaven.

Between his girls thighs with his dick out.

Sadly it was over faster then he wanted it to be. He just couldn't take the fact that it was all so very real.

With just a few more heavy thrusts he had no other option but to let go. His eyes teared with pleasure as his hips started to stall. Heavy balls clenched and drew up with two last hard thrusts. With only a split second to think he quickly popped out from between her thighs. Rubbing his cum covered dick over her ass cheeks. Moments later he groans as he busts.

Thick cum shoots out in thick ropes along his girlfriend's ass and back. It pools on her ass and spills down her ass crack. It starts to drip down to her back and leaves a watery trail. A second later he speeds up his fingers in hopes of finding some kind of ground. His whole body shaking as his orgasm runs though his veins.

His fingers speed up and soon Reader is screaming out. Her hips jerking and her legs shaking. He feels her thighs lock before he feels her juices coating his fingers. He brings her though the harsh aftershock. Her cum squirts out along his thin fingers. He stops messing with her clit and plays with her folds.

Their sopping wet, he knows she's put a wet spot in the sheets below them.

He smirks at the scene below him.



[aespabangedup]

WINTER'S ONLY FAN:

Warning: Pure Smut. Don't ask for any morality. (No reblog, repost or anything that may invade writer's rights is allowed)

Update: This is one of the planned upload, not the prized three upload I promised before. [Still hoping people will delete past reblogs, even if it's a little tedious to do. Or else maybe I will stop after the planned uploads are finished]

Winter have her only fan schedule today, no that only fan isn't you. Rather...

Winter sitting in front of her webcam as per schedule. Two macho fans have been invited and sitting on both side of her, wearing masks. It's her Only Fan streaming day. Due to busy schedule she can't stream a lot but when she does, she attracts millions of fans waiting to see her idol pussy on full glorious display. Well, other three have Only Fan too so don't worry about seeing their pussy later on.

Today is a little special as they have just come back with a successful album and she wants to make things even more juicer. So she have picked two lucky fans from a huge paid lottery pool (earned a fortune in the process) to fuck her in a ranchy threesome.

She is wearing a skimpy top and hot safety short. Her aroused nipples are poking out from her relatively flat boobs. She sat down spreading her legs so all can have a better view of her camel toe crotch, wore no panty as she will go naked soon.

Without any introduction she started her job like the professional whore she is. She have given her fans full authority over her body and let them lead the night.

A pure slutty expression in her face as she is kissing and getting kissed by both man in her face, lips and neck while they are both caressing her body, boobs, nipples and pressing her clit and ass hole over the pant. She is moaning a little. She have already pulled out their dick and giving a hand job with both hand, playing like a joystick.

Soon the impatient fans tear down her top and short uncovering her pinky pussy and pointy nipple boobs. They have started to suck her tiny babies while their hands are super busy fingering both her holes down there, stretching and preparing her for fucking. They are also making her suck their finger to give her a taste of her own holes.

She start moaning as the men are fully focusing on her pussy fingering now. With two hand's double penetration, soon she start to shake uncontrollably, burst out cumming with a loud scream. She have completely drenched their hands and the floor in front of her.

This is just beginning as the men decided to not wait anymore. So they put her on all four and each took one of her hole, burying their hard cock in her pussy and deep in throat. The doll like idol is now literally getting used like those expensive realistic lifesize fuck doll, giving her fans imaginable pleasure.

The one inside her pussy is groaning loudly as her pussy is biting on his cock, while she herself is groaning from the cock in her mouth as it bulbous head chocking her, hitting the back of her throat repeatedly. But she loves this feeling of getting throughly abused cause she is a whore.

Now the men is just pulling and pushing her in unison as her moving body is fucking itself on their dicks instead of them pounding her. Just like a fleshlight, back and forth back and forth. Her pussy juice leaking and saliva drolling out as the men fapping with their fleshlight faster and faster. Weird arousing sound from her holes are like music for horny fans.

Soon the man inside her mouthpussie grabbed her head and started to fuck her harder deep throat. Seeing him the man behind grabbed her hourglass hip as handle and started to pound her wet tight pussy. Mmmph smack mmm smack mmhhp smack

Her muffled moaning and man's crotch hitting her ass sound filing the room. Suddenly the man inside her pussy stopped, he is cumming inside filling her small pussy with cum. Winter arched her back as she started to cum herself from the hot sensation inside her baby hole. Seeing them both cumming the man inside her mouth let go his weeks of saved cum direct in her food pipe making her choke. What an erotic chain of fucking reaction!

They pull out and Winter collapse on the bed, chest heaving. Cum in the corner of her lips and leaking out of her pussy. They move the camera and shows her throughly fucked holes before continue their love making.

Without giving her any chance to rest, the men change position and put Winter on her back. Now they enter her again, but now we can see her pinky hole, lewd deepthroating face and her yummy tummy bulged with the men's cock.

Her hourglss slim waist and tight tummy was bulging with every thrust, visible in the recording of cam. Her throat too is bulging as the man going as deep in her mouth possible. They are fucking her intensely cause they don't want to have any regret later on for not fucking her throughly. She is having a hard time to catch her breath but her wellbeing is not their problem right now.

They changed the position again without cumming this time. Now one cock in her pussy and another cock just entered her ass. Her ass is so tight that the man thought it will break his manhood by half! With a loud cursing the man shoved his entire length in her ass, making her cry loudly while her scream is muffled from the choking cock.

She is now getting manhandled on two cocks, literally getting bounced as they are fucking her standing. They are just dropping her on their upward spear. The constant impaling of her womanhood by their manhood with tremendous force wash away any sense of wellbeing she had. Her face got disfigured from a overwhelming amount of lust, making her face lwed like those hentai whores.

She is cumming pretty quickly now, while making meaningless sound that are coming from her cummed mouthpussy. The men's legs and dicks are dripping as she keep squirting her juice all over the places.

The men ain't stoping, the one in her ass now holding her in full Nelson hands around her thigh giving them better access to her holes. Now they are pounding her upward while she is orgasming nonstop making her body quiver form immeasurable pleasure and sensory load. She is blabbering nonsense, hard to wonder that same mouth is of a singer's.

The night is young, they are only going to go faster and faster and Winter got no escape from getting pleasured in all her holes for entire night. She is now a ego less fucktoy and she simply loves it.

After few final thrust the men cum deep inside her holes. Then they literally throw her on her bed and get on top of her to fuck her mercilessly for the rest of the night....

That's how they started the whole night sex and the stream only end at next morning. Winter is nothing but a oversensetive puddle now, eyes half open as the pounding have ended. They showed her creampied gapped red asshole, darkened fluffy pussy, protruding clit and slutty expression on her face before ending the stream.

A smile of pleasure was seen on Winter's face just before the end of streaming! After all, her pent up stress got washed away with her waves of cum, pleasure and lust. She definitely made her family proud with such pornstar level performance, what a messy dripping cunt their cute idol daughter has become!

[targaryenrealnessdarling]

A Perfect Score - Chapter 6 - Winter is Coming | FigureSkating!AU

Summary: Things are uncertain after your night with Aemond, and a conversation from someone keeping secrets doesn't help. You go into the semi-finals with Cregan and Sara | Word Count: 7.4~ | Warnings under the cut~

Series Masterlist | Links to my Taglists: General Taglist | Aemond Targaryen Taglist

Warnings: mentions of grooming behaviour, toxic masculinity, jealous!aemond, swearing, degradation, heaps of sexual tension, aemond being a sexual menace, a lot of dirty talk, p in v unprotected sex, fingering, creampie

A/N: yeah so I thought it'd be the shortest chapter but PSYCH! ksksksks, this one felt nasty to write can't lie

Comments, reblogs & likes are always appreciated in this household. I love u 😚

Sleeping in the same room after that felt like trying to sleep in a place you knew was haunted.

You lay in the double bed, Aemond on the tiny sofa on the other side of the room, his forearm draped over his face in his sweatpants and a black shirt. You fisted the bedsheets that were hiked up to your neck, tugging them higher like any part of you was on show.

You felt you couldn't relax. Trying to sleep in the same spot Aemond had fucked you into not a few hours earlier, trying to will the feeling of him inside you away.

It was impossible.

So when your phone's alarm hit 04:30, you were somewhat relieved that you hit it quickly, not disturbing Aemond while he slept.

You did quickly look over to check though, your gaze lingering on his sleeping form for a moment, remembering the way his hands grabbed at your skin, and the way his hips had rocked near-desperately against your own.

It was maddening to be in the same room with him after that.

Afterwards, you'd parted and Aemond had pulled his dress pants back on, and looked down at you with confusion and concern. You'd met it. Feeling doubt creeping into your bones.

In the silence that had followed your tryst last night, adrenaline and dread going through your veins, you'd shot off a message to El.

'I fucked up, I fucked up, I fucked up' was all the message said.

Thus, your lock screen was littered with her replies.

You knew you'd have to talk about it. This is what you thought about when you were in the bathroom, door locked and standing naked underneath the steady stream of water.

His marks were all over you, luckily most in places you could hide, but some weren't. And when you touched them, a pleasured pain bloomed to the surface, throwing you right back into being anchored underneath him, in his hands, trembling as you orgasmed harder than you ever had before.

You traced the purple bruises shaped like his thumbs at your hips, remembering how they'd pressed in. Leversge for how recklessly he'd fucked you.

Towel wrapped around you, you curse, realising you'd forgotten to bring in underwear. It's 5am, surely Aemond won't be awake yet.

But this fact was a hopeful one, and you stepped out to be greeted by Aemond, who was pulling on a pair of shoes on the end of the bed, all dressed in his sportswear and ready for training.

His head snaps to you, a brief flush colouring his pale face as he takes you in.

He's seen more than what the towel reveals now.

Much more.

You shrink under his gaze, heat flowing into the skin of your cheeks, just like his. Feeling so utterly on show, the tension thick.

It needed to be confronted.

But when.

You cave first, looking at the floor, "Sorry…thought you might still be asleep"

He visibly swallows, shaking his head, "'s fine" he murmurs, still sleepily jumbling his words.

You expect Aemond to get his shoes on, as fast as he can and leave, without another word. Without explanation.

That's the kind of Aemond you expected.

But he just sits there, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, one leg bouncing nervously. He so wants to say something. But every time he opens his mouth he shuts it again.

"I'm going to get breakfast" Aemond says, pushing himself to stand, leaving the hotel room without another word. The silence that follows after feels like a gaping hole is left behind.

It's too early for breakfast, you thought.

He just wants to get away from me.

He didn't even look at you, when he'd said it.

Did he regret it?

For some reason it makes your skin bloom in both embarrassment and also rejection. Like when you desoertaeky want to cry but know you can't.

Dressing yourself is a blur, literally. The tears sit in your eyes but never fall. You've never felt like this before. Sure you've had casual sex, some not great either. But there was something about doing this with Aemond that made you feel somewhat used.

It was not knowing what to think.

Aemond had no obligation to you. You weren't his girlfriend.

But you did have to be with him every day.

As you pull the hotel room door shut, taking a steadying breath to calm yourself, the opposite one opens wide. Sara Snow appears out of Jace's room, looking happily disheveled, a flush on her face. She had a dressing gown, stark white and belonging to the hotel, tied around her.

"Morning!" She beamed.

You couldn't even find it in yourself to smile. And embarrassment floods your face. Those tears you'd been holding back now fall down your cheeks, and only your mouth is what is muffling the quiet sob that comes out.

Sara's eyes widen, "Oh shit, um-" she ushers you inside the hotel room, which you can see is somewhat in disarray. The en-suite door is shut, the shower running.

"Don't worry, Jace is in the shower" she says, her hands comfortingly on your shoulders, "What's wrong?"

You wipe your cheeks with both hands, looking up so that the tears fall back into your head, "I fucked up, Sara…hugely" you manage.

"How, what-"

The en-suite door opens and Jace barely walks out, towel around his waist until his big brown eyes see you, "Seven fucking hells, Sara! Maybe a warning next time!"

She hurriedly pushes him back inside, shoving his phone into his hands, "Be a good little iPad kid and go in there and don't come out!" She urges, slamming the door.

You'd laugh if you weren't so upset. And Sara takes your hands, sitting you down on the bed.

"Sorry, I shouldn't be doing this, we're competing tomo-"

"Don't be so dumb, it's just fucking skating" she laughs, "Now come on, tell me what's wrong"

You look at her, sniffling some tears thickly back, pressing your lips together.

"Me and Aemond…last night…" you start weakly, hoping she gets it.

She furrows her brows, "And you're crying because?...the dick was so good?"

"No! Sara.."

You don't really know how to explain. How could you?

The things Aemond had said. The things he'd done. Everything came pouring out of you, like you'd known her for years. It was like being drunk in the women's bathroom at a club, except here there was no alcohol to marr the awkwardness of the fact you were essentially strangers, and competitors.

"Right so…you're upset because you don't know what to think? And you don't know what he's thinking?" She asked.

You nod, "I've always been so sure…and he acted so weird, and the way he looked at me.." you sniff, voice still thick with tears.

Sara sighs dramatically, "was it good?"

You look at her, "what?"

"The sex. Was it good?"

Yes. Yes. Fuck yes. It was the best sex I’ve probably ever had.

Your cheeks heat up, even remembering what Aemond did to you.

‘Fuck, you’re soaked for me’

"Well, I…"

‘I want you to look at me when I make you cum’

"I mean, yeah…"

"Girl, don't deny yourself good dick" she says, "he does however, owe you a proper apology and explanation. He reeks nepo-baby"

Thank. You. At least someone else thinks so.

But she is right.

His apology wasn't really an apology. And he had a lot of explaining to do.

"Go on, go out there. Practice. Make him sweat a bit. He'll be grovelling in no time"

You scoff, "you sound so sure"

"If there's anything I'm sure about, hun, it's this" she says, raising her fingers to wipe your eyes, "Now go out there, put on your big girl pants. I believe"

There's the urge to roll your eyes, "Well if you believe…"

She laughs, urging you to the door, "Now if you'll excuse me, Jace has been sat on the shitter watching Minecraft videos for 20 mins and I'm gonna give him a blowie to say sorry"

You pull a face, "Gross, Sara"

She shrugs, blowing a kiss as she shuts the door. You don't even want to think about Sara giving him a blowie if you're honest.

Gym first. Then breakfast.

The golden routine.

By the time you'd made it to hotel breakfast it was still early for the average person, and hardly anyone was there bar a few people who looked as if they'd been up all night.

The buffet table has various things, croissants, cereals, fruits. And you had your plate stacked with food, ready to devour. It was rare you got to eat such expensive looking food, and as long as Hightower Management were paying, you’d make good use of it.

Your mood was almost preserved until you saw a familiar lurking character in your periphery.

Your face soured immediately.

"What are you skulking about for?" You ask, not even bothering to look.

Larys Strong smiles, you can see that much, and he leans against the buffet table. He's always a leaner. Probably to take the weight off his leg.

"Skating match tomorrow, I came early" he answers in that deep, meaningful way. The way in which he thinks he's the smartest person in the room.

"Hm, doesn't mean you can interrupt my breakfast though, does it?" You retort.

"I told you I had some information"

"Yes, but knowing you it's either not true or has a hefty price attached to it"

"I'm not interested in menial things like money" he says, watching you pick up a croissant and plop it on your plate.

"Why don't I quite believe that?"

"I'm interested in knocking Otto Hightower down a peg or two"

What?

You look at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Why would you want to do that"

"That pertains to the information I have" he says, "a few things you might want to know"

You can't help but roll your eyes.

"Not interested. I have better things to do like eat breakfast if you don't mind"

You hope in the short walk to a table that he leaves you alone. But he doesn't and wobbles over at half the speed. Still with a smirk plastered lob-sided on his face.

"It regards the terms of your employment" he says.

He'd said that before. At the after-party. Before Aemond tugged you away. You can still feel his hand on the small of your back even now, hot.

"And a certain, Floris Baratheon"

You look at him, "What about Floris?" You ask, unable to hide your intrigue and curiosity now.

He smiles, like he's caught a mouse between his claws, digging in just enough to make them wince, "Do you really think it was an accident?"

Your throat closes up and it’s hard to swallow, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end.

What.

You look shocked, completely frozen by what he's said.

Surely it was an accident. Right? She landed wrong. There's no way they'd possibly have any way of knowing how she'd injure herself.

Your mind swirls with questions.

"Here's my card. Drop me an email and I'll give you the information I have. Screenshots. Text messages. Everything"

You look at the business card hard, before reluctantly taking it, your hand hovering in thin air. Still not sure entirely what to think.

"What's in this for you exactly?" You ask.

"Only the satisfaction" he grins.

He slips away like a ghost before you can say anything else, not even looking back once he’s left the front hall, limping with his cane in one hand.

Something squeezes tight about your chest as you look down at his business card, seeing his name.

What secrets could there possibly be?

Did Aemond know?

Was it even true?

What did they do to Floris?

You feel that, as every day goes by, you just end up with more questions. And the image Otto Hightower enjoys to flaunt as a great, unbeatable powerhouse, is slowly dissolving into mist.

What is he hiding?

When Arryk had told you that Aemond was already at the ice rink, you thought you shouldn't be surprised, he did want to get away from you. But when he told you he walked, having refused a ride.

That confused you the most.

He'd walked all the way to the rink? A good half an hour, at least.

Something was obviously on his mind.

You didn't want to think it was you.

You stood at the double doors for a ridiculously long time, psyching yourself up to go inside. Face him. Make him sweat.

For that entire day, you and Aemond never made eye contact, and you knew it was killing him inside not to say anything, the same as you. And as you practised the routine together, not needing to, but doing it anyway, all the lifts and spins to the music, it wasn’t really a routine, but a dance.

Dancing around what needed to be said.

A dance of building sexual tension. A line that had already been crossed, but not addressed.

But you were not going to be the one to crack.

It had to be him. Anything that came up, he’d have to speak first.

There was a shameless pride in not cracking, watching him suffer to see if you would say anything first. And he was more rigid than ever, doing all the moves he needed with a clay-mation type precision. Like he was entirely focussed on just staying alert.

On the other hand, you couldn’t stop thinking about what you had done, and the thrum of desire had barely left your body since you and Aemond spent that night together. You wondered if he felt the same at all. Wondered if beneath the tough, stony exterior he was trying to show right now, if he was hard as a fucking rock and one wrong move would set him off.

There was some excitement in that. Some power.

But you made good on your own promise, and stayed true to it.

With practice now done, you made a point of not rushing to get your stuff to go back to the hotel room, wanting to wind down before the match against Sara and Cregan tomorrow. Every slow movement you make, you’re aware he’s watching, but not giving him the satisfaction of seeing you care enough to look.

Two can play at that game.

The ice arena this time was huge.

You chalked it up to this being Winterfell, a home of winter sports, including that of figure skating. A slew of reporters were present when you got out the car with your duffel bag, mainly crowding Aemond, which he pushed through without a word, one airpod anchored in his ear.

He was still staring.

Huffing your bag into your dressing room, you don’t even spare him a glance as you brush past him to the foyer, ignoring the blossoming heat in your chest when you get a whiff of his individual cologne, mixed with the detergent of his shirt. You barely even touch him, and it sends you completely dizzy.

His gaze burns into the back of your head as you stride purposefully to the vending machines, fumbling with the coins in your palm to grab an energy drink. A last minute boost before the match in one hour.

Just as the hiss of the can sounds out in an echo, you hear him.

"Hey!"

Mid-sip, you see him, Jace.

You smile.

"Hey Jace, what's up?"

"Just wanted to come check on you before your match" he says, shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants. His long, curly dark hair is pulled back and he leans against the doorframe.

"Aw how sweet" you tease, "How was your night with Sara?"

He blushed hard when you say that, looking down at his feet, "Stop"

You laugh, “I’m only teasing. She’s nice” you smile at him, taking a sip of your drink and letting the sugar hit your senses.

Jace sighs, his cheeks still burning, “I came to see if you were okay”

Your brows furrow, and then you remember he was in the bathroom the entire time you and Sara were talking earlier, “Oh. Yeah, I’m alright”

He gives you a look like he doesn't believe you.

“Promise, Jace. I’m fine” you urge, “I can’t say what happened but I was overwhelmed that’s all”

Jace purses his lips, “Aemond still being a dick?”

You don’t mean to, but you freeze on the spot, hotness spreads through your limbs.

“Um…no, it’s…not like that”

At least that’s not entirely a lie.

Jace, bless him, still doesn’t really believe you. And he steps forward, pulling you into a friendly hug, his long arms wrapping around your shoulders judging by how much shorter you are than him.

“I’m alright, Jace, really” you reassure him.

“I know, you always are”

Just as you both pull away, you hear the fire exit door slam, Aemond is outside, a cigarette between his lips and flicking his lighter on.

Fuck.

Had he seen?

You remember what his look had been like when Cregan had hugged you the other night. What he’d done after. It makes your skin prickle just thinking about it.

Who gives a fuck if he saw, is the thought that crosses your mind.

Jace pats your arm, completely oblivious to the situation, “Good luck out there” he grins. You flash him once back, gripping the drink in your grasp, the aluminium crinkling at the intensity of it.

Getting ready is the worst bit, before a match, as it’s the lead up and the nerves that come with it that you hate the most. The outfit you’ve been given is slightly different, an off-white colour with a translucent silky skirt covering the bottom half, ever-so-slightly off shoulder with a scoop neck and little diamantes lining the hem. It glimmers in the warm light of your vanity, looking very much like the top layer of ice when it’s chipped off.

Sighing you finish your makeup, zipping up the bag with the brushes inside, bouncing your leg nervously. Not only at the prospect of performing, but doing it with him, especially with the new air between you after what happened. Your bottom lip feels sore from biting on it, trying to forget about how it felt.

And just as you’re about to go off in a trance, the door to your dressing room opening catches your attention in the mirror.

Not this again. No way.

“Aemond, what the hell are you-”

"No, sorry to interrupt, but I need to say something" Aemond says, with some urgency to his voice, pushing the door shut and locking it in one smooth motion. You turn to him properly, stomach fluttering with nerves.

Why did he lock it?

He looks so nervous. You've never seen him like this. He rubs his neck, like he's getting hot all over.

"Disregarding the other night I haven't apologised" he starts, shocking you. His gaze meets yours, and he wets his lips nervously before he has the strength to say it.

"I'm sorry"

The skin on show erupts in goosebumps.

"I'm sorry for the way I acted when you arrived. I'm sorry for what I said. And most of all I am just sorry for being such a colossal cunt towards you"

Oh.

Right.

Now that he's apologised, you don't really know what to do.

There was an apology. Time for the explanation.

You cross your arms, "Why say it then?" You ask, "if you didn't mean it?"

He looks around, shifting from foot to foot nervously, like he’s looking for an escape. You don’t know if you’ve ever seen him this nervous.

Aemond sits opposite you, his gaze anywhere but forwards and his hands clasped tightly, his knuckles turning white.

“I’ve not been alright” he says, his voice wavering somewhat, “I haven’t since-”

“Since seeing her at the after party” you finish. And your breath catches when his gaze meets yours. His features soften somewhat, half in confusion and a sense of being understood.

“Hel told you?”

You nod, mouth drawn in a line.

He scoffs, laughing with a puff of air, “Figures” he says, picking at his black clothing nervously.

You can’t help but feel sorry for him. You deliberately didn’t mention her name, in case it made him erupt in anxious nerves. But even the thought of her, just talking around her, makes him appear smaller, shoulders rolled forward again. Like a child. He’s such a big guy, it’s hard to envision, but it’s mostly the way his expression goes completely distant.

“She took advantage of you..” you say, quietly. Half a question.

Aemond nods, wringing his hands, “Yeah, she did,” he confirms.

“She told me to keep it a secret, so stupidly I did. I thought that…well-I don’t know what I thought” he admits, his voice strained somewhat as his adam’s apple bobs with every pained swallow.

“I guess I thought she loved me,” he says through a sigh.

“Turns out she just wanted my name. My connections” he scoffs, covering his pain with a half-hearted laugh, “And when that started to slip away, when Mum found out, she said she was pregnant”

“Yeah, I know about that..” you respond quietly, listening, your palms flat either side of you on the chair.

You can tell, he’s not sure whether he’s relieved you know or not.

“Even though Mum was always on my side, Otto thought it was stupid of me to get involved with her in the first place,” he continues, “he told me to confront her at the after party. Said ‘it’s what a man would do’. So I did”

There’s a pause as he collects his thoughts.

“I am getting to the point, promise” he says, and it makes you press your lips together, stifling a laugh. You’re not sure if he meant to be funny.

“I hate to fucking say it. But she made me feel…” he trails off, looking at a random corner of the room, searching for the word.

“Small?” you offer.

Aemond looks at you.

“I guess so” he nods slightly, taking a shaky breath in, “Felt like I had something to prove, but I just acted like a cunt doing it. And I know I’ve said but I didn’t mean any of it, I was just so fucking pent up and it’s no excuse but-”

“I get it, Aemond” you say, trying to make him loosen up.

“No, you don’t, it’s-” he grunts in frustration, at not being able to form his words yet again, “I’m also sorry for going all cold on you like that after…”

You swallow at the memory. Trying not to show it on your face, and just praying your cheeks aren’t as red as you think they are.

Silence sits heavy.

“I know I fucked up” he says, quietly, exasperated.

Ouch.

Sighing and pulling yourself together, you stand brushing down your translucent silky skirt, willing the goosebumps from your bare legs to go away.

“We’ve got to be out in 20 and I need to get ready” you say, hoping your voice doesn’t sound as shaky as you think.

“What?” Aemond asks, not moving an inch, his brows drawn together in confusion at this being your reaction. He sees the rejection on your face, how you’re trying to be all strong about it.

“I’ve got to do my hair and everything just-it’s fine. It won’t happen again, it can’t”

Gods, you want to take it all back just like that, just by the way he looks at you. There’s a new softness, coupled with the intensity he’d given you a glimpse of that evening. It still takes your breath away.

He stands, rubbing his palms on his trousers, “Did you not enjo-”

It’s a mistake looking up at him, you now find. He’s so tall, his form all-encompassing alongside his personality. It feels like you’re seeing a new version of him. And that intensity creeps back in, loss of breath, a warm pool of arousal between your legs. The memory.

“No! It’s not that” you say, too quickly, “it's just-it's fine if you regret it, we'll just carry on like nothing happened. I-I mean it could jeopardise both our careers and I'd never get signed again-"

"No, that's-"

"I mean-shit, we’re meant to be business partners and…”

How he’d fucked you better than anyone else had.

His features are just utterly captivating. Everything from the sharp angles of his statuesque face, his cheekbones, his soft pink lips that you’ve bitten and kissed multiple times, ran your tongue over. His good eye, the colour completely eclipsed with the close proximity between you. His gaze flits all over, to your outfit, to the way you’re breathing, your slightly warm cheeks. It feels good to be under his gaze like this, but also exciting, like being in the dark and waiting for someone to come and find you.

You can’t help it.

You want him to touch you again, like he had done that night.

Even though you know you shouldn’t.

It’s only when his cologne becomes stronger that you realise he’s stepped forward, your eyelashes flutter pleasantly at the warmth in your stomach.

“It can’t happen again,” you whisper. Resolve weakening.

He nods only once, “Yeah..”

And yet he steps closer, and you feel the back of your shoes meet the wall.

His lips ghost over yours, as if trying to find a reason to not do it. His eye is half closed, breath coming out in shudders. You feel drunk, light-headed as his hand hovers over your hip, flexing his fingers.

“We shouldn’t” your voice comes out in a breath.

His bottom lip brushes yours, “yeah, we shouldn’t”

It’s useless.

It just feels too right, the way he cages you in with his body against the wall, his lips parting yours for a desperate kiss that sends sparks of pleasure through your blood. The way his knee slips between your legs, making space for himself so that he can press himself as flush with you as he needs to be. The way his hands almost desperately clamour at your body, ghosting over your waist and up to squeeze your breast with one, and the other slipping into your hair, softly weaving the strands in his fingers to pull your face to his.

Cocksure Aemond Targaryen is a passionate kisser, despite what you saw the other night. His talented tongue, tasting faintly of cigarettes and peppermint, slips through your lips, coaxing a quiet whine from your mouth into his, which he accepts with delight. The room feels so fucking hot it’s unbearable. But with Aemond right here, his hardened chest pressed to yours with nowhere to go, and nowhere you’d rather be, it feels so good you don’t care.

You don’t even want to think about stopping.

The hand that is at your breast rolls the flesh in his palm, earning him another breathless gasp into his mouth.

"You drive me fucking crazy" he whispers against your lips, which are already swollen and glistening.

His knee nudges your legs apart, one hand stealing between them to cup your clothed sex, and that delicious tug of arousal in your belly is there again. It just feels too good to be touched by him.

"You were too fucking hot the other night, all laid out for me…" he breathes, teasing you with the pad of his middle finger, drawing soft pleasure from your needy bundle of nerves, "...but you look so cute, in your little outfit…"

He trails off and firmly grips your ass in his other hand, so hard that you whine, sinking into his grasp of your clothed pussy, feeling yourself almost so aroused it's pathetic.

"Aemond, we're on in-"

"15 minutes I know" he says lowly, dragging his nose over your cheek and kissing that spot beside your ear, "plenty of time, baby"

In one swift movement, he bends you over the vanity, your ass pressed flush with his very obvious erection through his black outfit. His large hand curls over your nape, holding gently. Softly.

"Do you think you can cum for me in 15 minutes, pretty girl?" He asks, his own desire evident through the pressing of his hips for friction against you and the deep tone of his voice.

It sends a throbbing warmth through your blood, your core tightens around nothing.

Now that you've had him once, you know how it feels. And you just want more.

"Yes.." you answer, propping yourself up on your elbows, skin rubbing near-painfully on the wooden surface of the vanity.

Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as Aemond's fingers hook into the fabric that covers your core, both your outfit and underwear, and pulls them aside, two of his digits diving into your slick folds to collect the wetness on them.

You feel him lean over you, "fuck-baby you're soaked for me" he groans, barely dipping them inside you and instead gathering your arousal and swirling it slowly around your bud, making your hips move towards him, begging wordlessly for more contact.

"Don't tell me all this is for Jace fucking Velaryon?" He taunts and your shocked eyes look back at him, cheeks aflame.

"Wha-ah" Aemond hums as he plunges two fingers knuckle deep inside you, finding that spot he had found not two days before with infuriating precision. Pressure squeezes your core as your pussy stretches around his digits, the tightness of it pulling him further in.

"Answer me" he urges, fucking you slowly with his fingers, massaging the top of your velvety walls.

"He - he's just a friend.." you manage through hurried breaths as Aemond strokes the rough patch inside you aggravatingly slowly.

"I saw the way he looked at you. The way he hugged you" he grunts possessively, increasing the pace, his hand smacking quietly against you with each movement in, "This pussy is mine, isn't it, pretty girl"

"Yes - yes, Aemond…" you chant, feeling that ebb of pleasure begin to build, your eyes breaking closed.

Aemond hums, pulling out and wiping your slick on your thigh, before you see in the mirror how he moves to the buttons of his trousers, quickly undoing them.

"You want me to fuck you, baby? In your dressing room where anyone could hear you?" He asks tauntingly, pulling his already hard length from its confines. The sight of it in the mirror of the vanity, makes your mouth go all dry. Seeing it in the light of day was something else entirely. All you can do is whine quietly in confirmation.

He leans down, his voice hot against the shell of your ear, "You'll have to be quiet then"

You gasp as his cockhead is pushed against your folds, the walls of your core accepting and sucking him in for dear life. Aemond lets out a shattered moan, quiet and soft, as he watches his length disappear inside you.

Lips parted in a soundless moan, your eyelashes flutter shut, too embarrassed to look at yourself in the mirror and the expression you must be pulling. It just feels too good. He has the most perfect cock, long, thick and curved, and fuck does he know what to do with it.

You don't know if you'll ever get over the breathless feeling you're left with as Aemond stuffs his cock into you stretching you open around him.

He doesn't let you suffer for long and luckily takes mercy, setting (at first) a reasonably languid pace. He looks down, watching the way you take him so effortlessly, his shaft glistening from how wet you are. His hand lays flat on your lower back, rocking back and forth as the table makes a soft thwacking noise against the wall.

"Ah-fuck - always wanted to fuck you like this" he moans lowly, his hands kneading the globes of your ass to spread them, pushing himself impossibly deeper. Your back arches at the feeling, clothed breasts rubbing almost uncomfortably against the desk. With your thighs squeezed together like this, he feels so deep inside you you feel like you could burst.

Helpless quiet moans are the only sounds you're capable of making.

Aemond's hips snap mercilessly against your ass, increasing his pace and flesh smacking on yours wetly. If it didn't feel so fucking good, you'd be embarrassed. But either of you are just too far gone to care. And when you crack open your eyes to look in the mirror, the image of his fucked out face, mouth slightly open, is committed entirely to memory.

Gods he looks so fucking good like that.

Knock knock.

Hot embarrassment runs through you, and your cheeks heat up. What the hell do you do? Reply? You don't trust your voice right now.

You're even more horrified when Aemond doesn't stop. So now you really wouldn't trust your voice.

"She's busy" Aemond replies, his voice surprisingly even and calm.

You shoot him a panicked glance, feeling the inevitable building of an orgasm coupled with the idea of being caught.

He looks at you in the mirror, leaning over so his front presses on your back. You try and look away, completely abashed, but Aemond grasps your face to force you to look as you're fucked by him.

"Look at you" he breathes, his tone of voice is like velvet, stroking your lust, "you look so fucking good taking my cock - fuck - made for me"

It's so lewd, so dirty, fucking like this. And yet a deep repressed part of you loves it.

"Dirty fucking girl - I can feel you tightening around me - getting off on nearly getting caught" .

"Aemond…" you mewl helplessly, his cock pistoning inside you faster, hurtling you towards your orgasm that's been building for so long.

"You don't fool me. Out there, you’re like butter wouldn't melt. In here you're just a dirty little cockslut, aren't you"

Fuck. The way he speaks to you like that.

His fingers tease at your clit again, knowing by the way you meet his hapless thrusts that you're close. Your eyes screw up, struggling hard to keep your noises quiet, pleasure rippling through your core to every inch of your body.

You dont last long after he starts massaging your bud, embarrassingly, and your body trembles with blisteringly hot rapture as his cock bullies that sweet spot easier in this position. He chuckles darkly at the hedonistic expression on your face as you cum, whispering praises into your ear that only serve to prolong it.

But he doesn't stop. He chases his.

And judging by the way his jaw slackens, his hands tightening around you and the way his cock throbs inside you, he's close as well.

It's only when your pussy squeezes him for dear life, does he finally still inside you. Warmth blooms at the end of you, and you give one last quiet moan as his cum fills your core. Aemond only gives one grunt, his fingers digging into your flesh, before they soften and he lets the breath out his chest.

Once either of you have your bearings and Aemond pulls himself up, pulling his now softened cock from you, you whine at the loss of him, feeling the stretch of your walls replaced with a deep, comfortable ache.

You meet his eyes in the mirror as he pulls your underwear and outfit back over yourself.

"You're going to keep my cum inside you the entire time we're out there. Make sure you remember who you belong to"

His words steal the breath from your lungs, the eroticism of it reigniting the dulled sparks that are still buzzing from the aftermath of your orgasm.

You right yourself, making sure you look presentable, with no smudges of makeup or hair frizzing up. And Aemond smiles lob-sided, his face flushed, stuffing himself back into his trousers.

"See you out there, princess" he says with a smirk, disappearing out the door.

You can feel his cum leaking out of you already, making you feel hot all over. And you hurriedly pull on your skates, tying them well, and shoot off a quick text to El. You haven't even updated her about the Aemond situation, and you're in desperate need of girl chat.

Your thumbs shake as they tap against the screen, your messages filled with spelling mistakes in the afterglow of what just happened.

Realising you have little time, you manage to pull your hair into some kind of do and make your way down the hall. The arena is rammed, to say the least. And unlike the first time, the reporters are kept to one side, away from the edge of the ice rink. At least you don't have to deal with them bombarding you.

You hate going first.

Fuck, you hate going first.

Not knowing if you have enough points is excruciating.

"There she is, the Ice Princess with her Ice Prince, Aemond Targaryen. Now they seemed to warm up to each other at their last match against the Westerlands, which they crushed, so we'll see if that energy carries on into their performance today"

"The Stark and Snow duo are certainly a force to be reckoned with. Nothing can go wrong if they want the points"

You take several nervous breaths, eyes scanning the crowd. Larys Strong leans on the other side, with the journalists, and you can't help the dread that pools in your stomach, remembering what he'd said earlier.

"Hey!" a deep, husky voice appears behind you. Cregan beams at you, "Good luck out there, not like you'll need it!" He smiles, patting your back.

You force a smile, eyes fitting to Aemond who is busy taking his blade guards off. But you know he's seen you talking to him now. And with the presence of him slowly seeping out of you, it feels exciting to think of how he'd remind you again, whose you were.

"Thanks Cregan, you too. I'm sure you and Sara will smash it" you say politely back, stretching your limbs.

You spot Sara, attached to Jace's face, leaning up on her skates, completely lovestruck. Gods that girl is down bad.

As Aemond gets out onto the ice, Cregan whispers, "Everything okay between you and him? He was weird the other nigh-"

"Oh no! Everything's fine" you lie, feeling your cheeks heating up.

It's not like he just fucked me in my dressing room or anything.

"Good luck!" You say to him as you join Aemond on the ice, shaking the nerves from your body.

When you meet, doing a few laps together to warm up, Aemond smirks.

"How do you feel about the triple sal?" He asks, his shoulder length hair brushing in the wind. Acting like he very much didn't have you bent over the desk a moment ago.

"It's hard as fuck. Why?"

"Let's do that. Instead of the Lutz" he smirks.

You look at him horrified, "Aemond, that's not in the routine! Otto will be piss-"

"Fuck him" he shrugs, smirking, "I know you can do it, princess. I've seen it. Sara and Cregan can't pull that shit"

You both halt in the centre of the ice, he's behind you again, one hand around you. Blood feels like fire when he touches you, his hand flat on your middle. Ready to begin the routine.

"Aemond, are you su-"

"Positive, Princess" he responds. You can hear the grin on his face, tummy fluttering from the term of endearment and the setting he’d used it last.

Seconds after the crowd go quiet, Rachmaninoff's 'Vocalise' begins to play, the soft sounds of the violin through the speakers bounces off every surface in the room, and for the first time, the chill of the arena nips at your skin. Or maybe it's the close proximity, you're not sure.

You and Aemond's routine is soft, ballet-esque, and at first, begins with very little contact. But when it does come round to it, where you previously felt nothing but heaviness when you felt his touch, tugging you along on the ice with him, it now feels so soft, feather-like and ghostly.

You and Aemond this time are well-balanced, not straying for a moment, completely on the ball. He lifts you every now and then, large hands grasping gently at your waist, your back gliding down his body and hands drifting over his face and shoulders.

It almost feels romantic.

Your eyes meet over his shoulder and a welcome thrum is pumped through your veins. You're certain he feels the same, judging by the longing reverent look he is giving you, his cheeks still ever so slightly flushed from the exertion of your pre-performance activity.

"Dare I say, an intimate performance today from both of them and sublime form as always"

"They're going to need this next move. Looks like a triple sal"

Skating backwards, hand in hand, Aemond's breath hits your ear, "Breathe. You can do this"

Aemond flings you into the air, triple twist, right leg landing backwards.

You can't help the smile on your face when you do the rest of the routine, and it's evident on his as well. That's a fucking hard move.

"Perfect! Graceful landing and difficult from that speed too"

The rest of the routine is done on pure adrenaline alone, you don't even hear the crowd's applause. Your stomach lurches with pride, for you and for him, that you've managed it. And at how pissed Otto is going to be that you strayed from the set routine.

But it was well worth it.

The lifts, the spins, it all makes you feel so weightless.

And when you both finally finish the routine, with smiles plastered on each of your faces, chests rising and falling from its exertion.

It feels magical.

"Stunning performance. If they don't get nearly full scores for that, I will be shocked"

"It truly was magnificent, both of them have stepped up to the mark on this one"

You and Aemond skate towards the threshold, running on pure excitement, your hearts going all quick and fluttery. When you look back at Aemond, he looks so graceful still, his hair styled in its usual bun, marginally neater than when he'd left the dressing room only a few minutes before.

Something tugs in your chest when your eyes meet.

You want to kiss him.

Who the fuck am I right now.

But not here, in front of everyone. Maybe he doesn't want that.

Nothing will spoil the mood of how you feel right now, especially since you're graced with seeing a rare, genuine smile from Aemond Targaryen of all people.

You sit on the side-lines, blood humming with intense pride. Watching as Cregan and Sara take up their own spot to begin their routine, not that you can hear much with the incessant clicks of the cameras all pointed at you both.

"Everyone's looking at us" Aemond hums under his breath. You look at him, your leg ceasing its bouncing for a moment.

He turns his head to look at you, sapphire greeting you before his good one, "Who can blame them after that" he smirks, looking around before leaning in to whisper what he's about to say.

"If we win, princess, you're not leaving that hotel room until I'm done with you"

What.

Inadvertently, you squeeze your thighs together, turning away from him quickly away from the cameras, hoping they don't catch the heat that's quickly rising to your face.

You watch with bated breath as Cregan and Sara finish their routine, halting to a stop. The scores stop coming in. Yours and Aemond's eyes both on the scoreboard comparing the technical and artistic points.

"It's not enough! The Icy Couple have done it again! They have made it to the Championship Final!"

You feel frozen on the spot as Sara pulls you in for a hug, squealing unintelligibly, not upset in the least with the result. Your heart hammers in your chest.

"We won?"

Cregan gives Aemond a firm handshake, his lips in a flat smile and a quick nod of the head in respect of the winners.

All you can feel is the buzz of adrenaline in your blood, the flutters in your stomach as reality crashes over you. All you can hear is Sara's excited shrieks, the applause of the crowd, the clattering of the camera shutters. All you can see if Sara bouncing up and down gripping your hands, the flash of the cameras in your face...

...and the look Aemond is giving you.

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starlight moonlight sunlight — blurb seven

Title: Happy Fucking Holidays

Pairing: ex!Remus x reader, Remus x Sirius, eventual poly!Wolfstar x reader

Warnings: catching a partner cheating, angst, hurt no comfort

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Everyone had started to retire for the night, thoroughly tired from James’ late night of baking cookies, gingerbread house competitions, Secret Santa and white elephant (because both were absolutely necessary according to him), and holiday movies. You left in the middle of the second movie, being the first to call it a night, but you weren’t tired. It was just a bit difficult to see everyone get presents from their family and you were left to do nothing but wonder if yours were safe. 

Remus came upstairs when he and Sirius were ready to finally have alone time. He stood in the threshold of your doorway until you came out of the bathroom. You went straight to him, giving him a hug and a peck on the lips. 

“Are you alright to go to bed?” 

“Yeah. I’m just missing everyone.” 

He hugged you a bit tighter. “I know it’s hard, dovey. But you’ll see them sooner than you know it.” 

“I hope they’re liking England.” 

“I bet they are living it up.” 

You smiled. He was right. It was best to think of them in happy and blissful situations. Bidding your boyfriend a goodnight, you grabbed the journal you bought from a shop in Hogsmeade and sat on the bed. You were still working on your book. That was something you wanted to finish, just for yourself. Even if the manuscript never got published or only sold two copies, you wanted to write it. A typewriter was an option but handwriting grounded you so you decided that you’d handwrite the first draft and type up everything else. Your head snapped up when you heard sharp pecking on the window. It was from an owl with a letter. 

In Sirius’ room, he and Remus were getting themselves ready to do anything but sleep. Tentatively, their hands were exploring each other in a way they hadn’t in months. Every other word that poured out of Remus’ mouth was a declaration of love or a statement about how much he missed his boyfriend. Sirius chuckled as he got up. 

“Where are you going?” 

“Why do you want to know, Lupin?” 

It was all of five seconds before Remus was off the bed and backing his boyfriend up against the wall. “You drive me crazy, you know.” 

The only thing Sirius could hear was his heart pounding in his ears, not the soft pounding of your sock covered feet as you came running towards the room with good news about getting a job at a bookstore. His lips crashed against Remus, moaning into his boyfriend’s mouth and pulling on his shirt to get the man as close to him as possible. Both men paused when multiple leaves hit their face. They looked up at the sudden cloud of petals that cascaded over them and then back at each other. 

Sirius’ eyebrows scrunched. “Where the fuck did that co—” 

“Rem?” 

They both froze at the sound of your voice and the door slamming shut behind you. Sirius just shook his head like he didn’t want to believe it was you. Slowly, Remus turned his head. You were, in fact, standing in their doorway. Tears began to stream down your face as you just stared at their half naked bodies still touching.

“What are you doing?” That was the only thing you could manage to say even though you knew what they were clearly doing. 

“Fuck,” Sirius muttered. 

Remus extended a hand. “Dovey, come here, please.” 

Feet moving on their own, you met Remus and then followed him to the bed. He and Sirius were sitting next to each other while you were across from them. 

“I know what this looks like and it isn’t exac—” 

“We’ve been together since you stopped writing to him because he thought you were broken up.” 

“Sirius!” 

“What?! You were taking too long and making it worse for her.” 

“I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you but you’ve been through so much that we wanted you to get settled here first and get well-adjusted to your new life. No one at school knows we’re together so we just kept hiding it. I wasn’t trying to hurt you… Dove, please say something.” 

The only thing that actually happened was another cloud of petals as you drew your knees up to your chest. Sirius moved closer to you, hugging you as best as he could. 

“He was going to tell you soon. We’re both sorry you found out this way.” 

Remus smiled at his boyfriend’s very gentle tone. Comforting people wasn’t an area of expertise for Sirius. He preferred to be left alone to wallow but apparently a lot of people weren’t like that. You must’ve been one of those people because you hadn’t pushed him away yet. 

You felt like an idiot in more ways than one. Up until recently, Sirius didn’t like you and Remus wasn’t as affectionate. It wasn’t like you didn’t notice but you hadn’t put together why exactly they were behaving that way, figuring it was just an adjustment period. 

“This is my fault,” you whispered. “I should’ve found a way to write to you.” 

“Y/N, no. You couldn’t help your circumstances. These things just happen sometimes.” 

“But if I had written…”

Sirius grabbed your face in both of his hands. “Then you would’ve been in danger. Remus is right. It isn’t your fault. Okay?” 

“I guess.” 

The two men looked at each other. Maybe that was the best they were going to get for now. Sirius smiled at you. 

“Atta girl, dollface. You probably don’t want to talk right now but would it make you feel better to do so? We can watch a movie first, do something to break the tension then talk?” 

You nodded. “I think I’d like a movie first.” 

“Let’s do that then. Do you want to watch one here, the living room, or your room?” 

You looked around, unsure. Sirius kept picking spiky succulent leaves from your hair as they popped up until there was a significantly large pile between him and his boyfriend. Remus looked down at the pile. How exactly did you make the plants appear out of nowhere? And was there a finite amount you could make? Because it was kind of concerning how many plants were littering Sirius’ room. 

“Let’s just watch something up here. Then we won’t have to cast anything to not disturb anyone.” He decided for everyone before you turned into a wilted bush. 

“Okay.” 

They waited for you to get yourself comfortable before moving to configure themselves around you until you were sandwiched in between them. It felt like rubbing salt in the wound if they cuddled up. Sirius handed you a pillow to hug while Remus put on a movie. This wasn’t how any of this was supposed to go. Remus’ speech was supposed to be perfect and tear-saving. You were very quiet to the point where Remus couldn’t even hear you breathing. Something he definitely should be able to hear so close to you. His heart shattered when you jumped at the hand placed on your shoulder. 

“It’s okay to cry, dov— Y/N.” 

The use of your name alone did actually make you start crying again. You really weren’t sure what was happening in the movie. It wasn’t exactly easy to see through tears. 

“Do you want to turn the movie off?” 

You shook your head, not ready to talk but not wanting to drag this into the next few days. Remus looked over your head when Sirius began moving. He set down his pillow and blanket. 

“Do you want anything to drink or eat?” 

“Um, just whatever you bring.” 

“Okay. Ba— Moony, do you want anything?” 

“Just some of the leftovers and tea.” 

“Got it. Be right back.” 

Without thinking, Sirius leaned over and pecked Remus on the lips. He turned to you and did the same, pulling away before you really registered what happened. His eyes went wide as he looked from you to Remus multiple times. You were frozen in place the moment you actually registered what he did. 

“Babe,” Sirius squeaked. “Come with me to the kitchen, please.” 

You watched Remus scramble off the bed and follow his boyfriend. Despite the door slamming behind them, you could still hear Sirius repeating either “Merlin” or “shit” over and over again. They could spend an hour in the kitchen for all you cared — you needed a very long moment to yourself to process whatever just happened. How dare he kiss you, even if it was accidentally. Still. How dare he. And why did you keep thinking about it? Planting your face into the pillow, very aware now how much it smelled like Sirius, you screamed before falling backwards and attempting to smother yourself with a pillow.

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