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mimixmunson · 2 days
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Pierced. Eddie x Female reader. Smut. Blurb.
🍒 When you get your nipples pierced, you don’t tell Eddie that you’ve had them done. You’ve talked about it before and Eds has always seen neutral on the idea, he’s very much a ‘your body your choice’ guy when it comes to body modification. Especially after having several tattoos. So when he unhooks your bra to be met with two sparkling bars through the twins, his face is a picture. He can barely keep the drool in his mouth, looking down at them and back up at you in shock with the biggest smirk on his face. “Oh hello there..” He tries to hide it, but he bites down on his lip. “You can look but you can’t touch them baby, they’re still really fucking sore and the piercer said we can’t touch them and risk infection for like 10 weeks.” You tease, knowing he’s going to hate that rule. “Got to keep them clean and sparkly huh? Anything for my girl. But just so you know, when those 10 weeks are up.. my tongue is going to explore every part of them.. Especially since pierced nipples are even more sensitive. Which for you.. Is going to be a problem. Sensitive little thing.” He smirks once more as he whispers in your ear, running his hand through your hair and nipping at your earlobe, kissing down your neck. 🍒
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konigslittleliebling · 2 months
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thinking about simon rutting his damp bush of curls — soaked from the eager squirt he coaxed from you — against your puffy clit whilst his fat prick fucks into your bruised uterus. you’re a whimpering, writhing little mess beneath him, your tits bouncing to the harsh rhythm of his thrusts. tears form in your eyes, the pleasure of three previous orgasms plus this pending one all a little blinding. he’s got his hand pushing onto your lower belly, forcing your womb to memorise every thick inch of him. it’s so deliciously painful and you’re delirious over it. his sex-drunk little cock sleeve <3
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angelltheninth · 1 month
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Gamer Boyfriend Teaches You to Play His Favorite Game while Cockwarming Him
Pairing: Gamer Boyfriend x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, cockwarming, following instructions, clit stimulation, teasing, orgasm control, forced to sit still, soft dom!boyfriend
A/N: Really enjoying these non-fandom pieces.
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Gamer!Boyfriend who loves to share his hobby with you. He's talked about his favorite game many times and encouraged you to try it out as well. Then you can have fun together and you can do more then just play games, you can go to events, discuss lore, characters, do couple cosplay too.
Gamer!Boyfriend who offers to teach you the basics of his favorite game and wants to make a date out of it. As soon as you sit on his lap he wraps his arms around you and begins kissing you, happy that you're willing to put in the time and effort into this. It starts out very innocent.
Gamer!Boyfriend who whispers in your ear, offering you advice on what to do, teaching you the mechanics of the game and what is best for a beginner such as yourself. One of his hands is around you, the other on your hand, guiding you on what to do. Having him so close is making you thankful you're only wearing his gaming hoodie.
Gamer!Boyfriend who kisses your neck every time you get a good score. These little kisses are more then encouraging and so are his words of praise. He's being very sweet and patient with you while he's showing you what to do.
Gamer!Boyfriend who groans when you move your ass against his cock and cause it to stir beneath you. You notice too but he tells you not to worry about it, it's just a random boner. But it doesn't go away, it gets harder, not so easy to ignore anymore for you or for him, you don't know which one is worse.
Gamer!Boyfriend who lifts you up enough to push his pants and boxers around his ankles and sits you down on his cock. Commenting how naughty it is of you to not wear anything under the hoodie. But you're in the comfort of your home, so it's more then alright.
Gamer!Boyfriend who slips one hand under the hoodie to cup your boob and the other to find your clit, rolling the little bundle of nerves in agonizing, slow circles. It's a very good thing voice chat isn't on or else everyone would hear you moaning like a bitch in heat. And he's doing all of this while still expecting you to keep your focus on the game.
Gamer!Boyfriend who tells you that if he could have focused all those times while you sucked him off then you can cockwarm him and play at the same time. His lips find every bit of naked skin they can, further adding to your stimulated agony. You have to keep your head in the game.
Gamer!Boyfriend who promises not only to let you come if you manage to get top score but he will also come, inside of you. Wouldn't that be a good reward for you? To get it you have to focus on winning, you have to ignore how his hard cock pulses in your twitching pussy, how his fingers pinch your nipple, how your clit is being mercilessly teased.
Gamer!Boyfriend who has a ton of fun with this. You should have sex like this more often, where orgasms feel like the reward. His hips push yours off the chair as soon as you're revealed to be the winner, skin sapping against skin as he spends himself inside your eager, clenching pussy.
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bell4donn4 · 1 month
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Cheating - Luke Castellan smut blurb
Tw: cheating, Luke dumbfounding reader?
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Luke couldn’t believe it. Finally, he was able to get you all alone.
Your stupid boyfriend ditched you again, choosing to stay over to his friend’s cabin instead of coming to watch the fireworks with you.
And you were there; sitting on a tree trunk, pouty, teary and sad.
The gods must have divined it.
This was their way to repay him for his misfortunate life.
He approached you, slowly. Knowing that one wrong move and it was over for him.
He needed to get to you, to your heart, by sugarcoating his comforting words.
He needed to hug you tight, patting your head and back just a little bit too suggestively.
Then he would lure you into his cabin, empty because everyone, except the two of you, was reunited by the fire.
And that is exactly how you got there.
His siren like- acts got you sprawled on his bed, legs open for him.
His lips trailing kisses along your stomach; then your thighs.
Just to then end on your core, and they wouldn’t move from there, ever. Not even if you pulled his hair, or tried to close your legs.
He would just spread them again, hands forcing them apart.
It wasn’t right, none of it.
You were taken.
You had a boyfriend.
Yet, it felt so good.
The way his tongue lapped at your pussy, licking all of your juices, drinking them like a starved man.
His hips unconsciously grinding against the bed sheets.
His clothed cock in search of relief.
It was straining his jeans, yet he couldn’t bring himself to leave your pussy alone.
In that moment, he needed it more than anything else in the world.
He moaned whenever you bucked into his mouth, almost as if he was gaining pleasure from your pleasure.
Something that never seem to cross your boyfriend’s mind.
<<s-so good>> he whispered between your folds, a rough finger pushing in your hole; voice low and deep.
<<you’re so good to me>> he was breathy; and all you could do was moan.
<<your boyfriend never makes you feel this good, huh?>>
<<L-Luke- stop>>
<<he doesn’t deserve you, doesn’t know what to do with all of this>>
His nails digging crescent moons into your skin, fingers keeping you in place.
That’s how you spent your first fireworks night at the camp, in Hermes Cabin, screaming Luke’s name.
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brairslair · 3 months
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just self indulgent eddie filth i wrote while sleep deprived, ur welcome
18+ ONLY (minors dni)
a/n: i love the opposites attract shit idk smth abt it is just sooo
cw: one use of the word “slut”, eddie running his mouth as per usual, light exhibitionism, kinda hinted at a corruption kink but barely, shitty writing
don’t forget to like, reblog, and comment to support my work! mwah <3
“gotta keep quiet for me, princess”
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Your parents were right downstairs preparing a lovely dinner, which you had invited your sweet boyfriend to. Soon after you had also invited him on a house tour, leading him right into your pretty pink bedroom, where you may or may not have left out some of your best lacy little panties for him to see, which got you to where you are now.
“Shhh, you gotta keep quiet for me, princess.” Eddie reminds you, gravely and hot in your ear, chest leaned down to press against your back, “Wouldn’t wanna get caught now would we?”
You bite your lip hard, forcing down a whine as you shake your head. Manicured nails tug at your dainty floral sheets and your arms begin to shake from holding yourself up. Your eyes dart over to the door to make sure it hadn’t magically unlocked itself, head spinning.
Every thrust sparks the ebbing fire in your belly, the head of his dick rubbing just right against your spongey walls. A particularly hard thrust pulls another soft moan from your lips, your arms collapsing beneath you as your face falls into your pillow. He’s doing it on purpose.
You whine his name out, long and desperate, muffled by the fluffy mass beneath you. You can’t decide if it’s too much, or not enough, but your hips push back against his.
He rubs his thumbs soothingly on your hips despite the way his hips pick up in pace, cooing out an “I know, baby, I know.” and “It’s all too much, isn’t it?” hushed words dripping with faux sympathy.
Your nails claw deeper into your sheets, getting dangerously close to ripping them. You can feel the pleasure building up rapidly, getting dangerously close to release but still needing more, more, more.
“Eddie-“ your whole body is trembling, and your stomach tightens with restraint, “Ed- I’m gonna-“
“Oh yeah? Gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” you clench around him in response, panting with the effort to stay silent. “Gonna make a mess on my cock in your pretty little bed, baby?” Tears start to form on your lash line, and your chest aches with a suppressed sob.
You don’t notice when a hand slides its way off of your hip, and suddenly his finger is on your clit, rubbing it cruelly and making your brain go completely blank.
Before you can make a sound, his hand is in your hair, pulling you flush against his chest and muffling your pretty noises with his lips. You can feel his breath getting heavier and his thrusts getting sloppier.
His lips migrate down to your jaw, leaving sloppy kisses along your flushed skin, “Come on, pretty girl, I know you can do it.” His kisses on your sweet spot, and his fingers circling your clit, and his cock buried so deep inside you, and it’s all too much.
“Go ahead. Be a good little slut and soak my dick for me, sweetheart.”
His hand clasps firmly over your mouth as you fall right over the edge, stifling your screams and sobs of his name as your vision hazes over.
“Attagirl”
asks are open!
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sushirrrry · 2 months
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protective bodyguard harry blurb with smut please?
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order a harry styles one-shot smut blurb; 4.5k words cw: oral sex, dom/sub, control kink, & strong language
The grasp on her arm was tight as he pulled her back away in the small room off to the side; she tried to get out of it before she huffed in his face. He let go for a moment, looking at her before the scowl on his face mirrored hers.
The room full of curtains, all the way up to the ceiling as they coated in the majestical way that the royal setting of the palace provided. The bright colors and the warmth of the light in the room seemed to be opposite to the behavior of which they stood.
As the door shut behind them; they were now alone, awaiting the orders of her officiates before the engagement that they were to be involved. Her royal highness was to be on the grounds today with her father, his royal majesty, to offer a showing of their efforts towards their charity gala that they would showcase that evening.
But her prior, childish behavior had sent her security into a tailwind of nervousness. In the nervousness, sat a deeper feeling that he couldn’t seem to overcome as he stared at the way that the black dress hugged the curves of her shape—the inline of her waist were held tightly with the expensive fabric, the sweet white ribbon held her hair back in a half-up ponytail as the rest wisped against the edges of her shoulders.
Harry couldn’t stand the way she flaunted around in such a manner; he couldn’t stand the way his hands ached to touch her, even if for a rough moment of punishment.
But maybe that was the issue.
“What was that for?” Harry snarled at her, “You think it’s funny to put yourself into those kinds of situations?”
She crossed her arms over her chest as she looked back at him with disgust.
“What do you mean? I was only offering a photo—”
“You cannot send yourself into the crowd like that, especially in the public engagements. He could have grabbed you, or worse. You know the protocol, and you know that you can’t do that. When will you learn?”
His breath was heated as he stared at her, practically backed into the corner as her sweet smiles from before now only replaced with the scathing frown.
“Nothing was going to happen to me,” She explained, “All he did was put his arm around me. It was possibly just out of habit—and you embarrassed me, pulling me away like that.”
Sure, yes, Harry knew that he may have been a bit overprotective in the sense of how he handled the situation, but he wasn’t going to let anyone touch her in a way that was past the protocoled handshake.
The way that her breath inflated had his eyes settled on her chest for a moment; his eyes lifted just slightly at the way that her stealth mirrored him. She wasn’t going to back down this time, and he could see the flames hidden in her hazel eyes.
“Your highness, I will not apologize for putting your safety at my highest concern.” He told her sternly, pushing his feet forward just a bit as he watched her take a step back. “You know that you’re not allowed to step into the crowds, nor are you allowed to insert yourself into them unprovoked, without proper authority to do so,” His hands sat in fists next to the trousers that had started to feel a tightness that he only wished would subside. “That’s an order.”
A sudden hint of a snap hit her below the stomach, like an overturned eighteen-wheeler. Her breath settled on the tip of her tongue as her eyes fluttered at the way that he spoke to her.
The way that his black trousers settled on his hips with the delicate tuck of the white button down that she had seen him wear every day, without fail. She watched the way that his lower arm flexed as his fist clenched and the rolled-up sleeves became tight.
The silence of the room didn’t deafen her, but the annihilation of the thumping of her heartrate could have, easily.
“Do you have any idea how angry it makes me when you don’t listen to me?” He further pushed, but the tone was lowered, almost like he just wanted her to understand that every part of him wanted her to listen—to succumb to the realization that there was security in knowing that she could trust him.
She settled her lips together, nodding a few beats before her chin nodded.
She did understand how angry it made him—she watched the way that his eyes sharpened whenever her hand would linger in the crowds for too long, or when someone would reach out and grab at her. With decorum, she would nicely try to retreat. She was a nice girl, after all, and she would never want to put the royal name in any distress.
But Harry watched her—felt her, knew her intentions were to have him watch her every move. It was almost impossible to ignore the way that his eyes flickered and stayed on her as he tried his best to keep her safe.
With keeping her safe meant having her all to himself. That was the only way that he knew she would be safe—if they were in a room, completely on their lonesome without another being around to possibly put a lingering hand on her.
When his being pushed her against the wall, the twenty-foot ceilings with wall-to-wall wallpaper that had been installed by her family hundreds of years prior, he felt the electricity of her
“You like playing these games because you,” His breath hitched as he watched her eyes focus on the way that his mouth moved around, playing with the words on the tip of his tongue, “You like being punished. Don’t you?”
She gasped as his hand firmly placed itself next to her ear against the wall, almost like he had demanded an answer, without giving her a moment to think. Her eyes were glazed over, as if knowing what was to come, but already knowing the feeling that his hands would have on her in a way that she craved.
She had always craved.
“Tell me.” He moved his face further into her realm, pushing her—coaxing her to do as he told. Somewhere in the line of his need for control lie her need to submit to him; it was a merriment of the two that urged his fingers to pull her to look up at him with a darkness that she ached for.
“I want you to tell me how much you need me under that tight, little dress,” His eyes referenced the dark material that hugged her in the most sensual way, but it was classic and modern and gave her the edge that the modern royals had needed, and what he had so desperately salivated over since he had been told that he was to watch over her.
Her breath came in sharp as he she tried to feel a separation from him, but couldn’t as his foot stood between her legs, his knee nudging her knees to stay apart. She tried to close her thighs but couldn’t. The smirk on his face was apparent as he knew she needed relief and wouldn’t be able to find any.
“I would never wear a dress like this,” She practically stuttered out; a pathetic line, as he knew that she was becoming putty in his hands just at the way her eyes were glass, “Unless I knew someone else would want to take it off, Mr. Styles.”
Harry’s lips parted at the words, watching as she practically fell directly into his trap—placing herself into his atmosphere as he ached for her need, her greediness to be seen.
He knew that they didn’t have much time. Someone would be looking for them, surely. But he didn’t care enough to process what would happen if they were caught in this. His attention firmly stayed on her, and he knew that if he didn’t address now, she would never listen to him again.
He couldn’t have that—he couldn’t have her disobey him. That was pure blasphemy, and he would never allow it.
“Am I to trust that you can watch the door?” The hint of a smirk the only emotion he could muster as he strained to explode in the confines of her gaze, “Can you do at least one thing correctly?”
She cocked her jaw out to the side as she raised a brow at his snarky comment.
“Am I to trust that you will actually be able to make me cum?”
Harry pushes his hips against hers, causing her brows to narrow as a slight reaction. The words that floated off her tongue were filthy, but he knew that he could clean her up in a matter of moments.
“I could make you cum just by my words, love,” His voice like venom, “Making you wait for my cock is just the punishment you need. Always getting what you want—you love playing this game because I’m making you beg for it. And I’ll play along because,” A humorless laugh leaves his lips, “Because you’re going to be a good girl for me now, aren’t you?”
“You,” She swallowed back her bite as she tried her best to study him. “Work for me.”
Harry brushed some of the hair from her face that he knew had fallen from the pretty ribbon that held her hair back in its place.
“Alright,” A broken smile placed on his face as he knew the game she was playing—a good game, at that.
“Walk away, then. Since you’re such a good little Princess, all proper and innocent,” He stared at the way that her lips part as he had moved away just a bit. “But I know that you want my tongue nestled between your thighs so bad, and you’d never give up the opportunity if it were to present itself to you. Trust me,” He said, “I will work for you.”
He watched as she thought for a moment; the tough exterior trying to remain but failing over and over again as her eyes lowered for a moment just at the thought of him moving away. She couldn’t help but think of the scorching hot heat of his tongue pressed into her, lapping up every ounce of wetness she had.
A subtle whimper left her lips as she struggled with the thought, backing against the wall enough that had his knee pressed directly into his cunt—just like he knew she wanted. The smirk that followed stated it all. She riled underneath him, pressing upwards a bit to try to get away from the feeling that elicit her, but knowing that she couldn’t fight it.
Even though she tried to push it away, she needed him in a way that felt almost animalistic. So, she surrendered to his pushback, letting her hands move up to rest on his shoulders as he felt the subtle pull towards her.
“That’s what I thought.” He said, a cocky tone milked from his throat as he won her convictions.
She tilted her head back as she could; the feeling of his hands running down the length of her body was all that she could have asked for in the moment. It was almost like heaven’s gate opened as she pulled her hips towards and into him. Harry’s eyes watched the length of her throat as she arched towards him just a bit.
His lips firmly attached to the skin, letting the softness underneath him feel scathing and almost unattainable. As he kissed down towards her collarbone, he made sure to nuzzle underneath the family heirloom pearls that rested against her skin.
Without another warning, he was on his knees before her—as if a metaphor for the way that he had been begging for this moment for the last three-hundred days that he had been notified he was to care for her; to watch her, to keep her safety as his priority.
All he had ever wanted was to be on his knees in front of her; kissing her, eating her in a way that craved every single moment that his eyes devoured her.
His fingers nudged the black fabric up her thighs, watching as it stretched over the subtly curves and dips of her hips. His knees settled on the ground as he allowed his eyes to stare up at her, watching as she arched against the wall, almost pushing her hips towards him to feel what he had been teasing.
“How long has it been?” His voice was hot on a whisper as he kissed the inside of her thigh, watching her reaction to him practically explode at the heat of his lips.
She swallowed back, “You would know,” She muttered, “You haven’t left my side in a year.”
At her words, he smirked with a knowingness; he knew that she hadn’t left his side. Their tension and weight of this had only been stewing for so long, and he was finally getting the opportunity to show her the way that he had always wanted her.
“You’re going to be fucking tight around my fingers, won’t you?” He spoke, his tongue feeling tingly as he asked the dirty words.
She bit her lip. “I don’t know what gave you the illusion that I was a prim and proper Princess,” She urged, “Surprised you never heard me moaning your name when my bedroom door was closed.”
It was his turn to whimper, just thinking of all the times he had traveled with her, knowing that she was safe behind the shut doors. He had wondered if her time alone was peaceful; knowing that no one else was around to bother her, as her public job was practically a lifestyle.
But now he knew that she thought of him as she fucked herself into oblivion on the cream, silk sheets—spread and open as if telepathically waiting for him to check on her. So fucking prim and so fucking proper.
“Got a mouth on you, hm?” He commented, a roughness to his tone as he held his hands against the skin of her thighs as his own mouth practically watered at the touch, “What would the commonwealth think of their dainty, little Princess with a mouth like that?”
“It’s a fun little act,” She huffed out, a smile on her lips as she bit on her lip at the way that the man’s eyes plead with certainty of need, “Even more fun sneaking around like this, don’t you think?”
“Hm,” Harry hummed, his eyes moving up to catch hers as he shakes his head a little bit, “’S a gift to me.”
His hands caress her thighs, moving the black dress up until he’s reached the periwinkle lace, accented with a baby pink bow right at the top. His eyes guide up to her as he feels the strong connection of their electrical magnetism forcing himself as close as he can; his lips attached to the skin right underneath the slim line where the dress is pushed up.
But, right above the pink bow.
“Even your dripping pussy has a bow for me,” His heated breath was hot on her skin as she whimpers at the feeling of his merciful pout on her delicate skin, “A gift all for me.”
She felt the way her knees wanted to bend inward at the way he made her feel; a horrific shuttering of need coursing through her, watching as his head moved its way further down, attaching itself to the outside lace. As if, to only get a small taste of her. He had been holding himself back to help control his appetite for what was underneath. A teasing approach that left her shuttering out a breath.
But he was starving for the contact in one way or another.
“Watch the fucking door,” He stated, pulling away for a minute. “Don’t you dare let us get fucking caught. You’re going to have an orgasm so fucking strong you aren’t going to know what hit you.”
“Yes—yes, sir.” She blinked a few times; hands wrapped around the longer curls that practically melted between her fingertips as he sat on his knees in front of her.
His eyes moved back up to her as he watched knees as they shook in a height of adrenaline and anticipation.
“So sweet. Such a good girl for me. Doing as I say.” He commented, one of the soft remarks he made as he kissed at her inner thigh knowing that she needed a bit of kindness to overlay with the tough punishment he was going to put her through.
His fingers interlaced with the waistband of the lace panties, the waistband on them laying around his fingertips as he pulled them down with a swoop. He couldn’t believe the way that his eyes attached to the dripping cunt that practically swelled with anticipation for him—watching her writhe as there was now no friction made his cock strain underneath the trousers.
“Touch yourself,” He whispered, “Show me where you need me.”
His head felt dizzy with the starvation of her as he watched her succumb to his order. Her fingers daintily placed along on the swollen bud of her clit, pressing softly as she moaned at the touch she craved for. His eyes dark with a blackness for what occurred in front of his eyes, knowing she rewarded him with every single move.
She wriggled underneath his stare, as he used his own to gently gather the wetness that lie between her thighs. The slickness of her desire coating his fingertips as he gathered them along the length of her swollen cunt, pressing upwards just a bit as he looked up to gauge her reaction to the feeling.
Her mouth opened slightly, a hitched gasp as she practically folded in half; her back arched enough to wanting his touch so bad she couldn’t hardly stand it any longer.
“C’mon, show me more,” He urged, tapping at her leg softly, “Here—put it up here.”
On his knees, he was situated between her legs as he helped her foot urgently rest against his shoulder. He wanted the most access; the most visual for his own selfishness, as he felt his mouth water at the way she opened for him.
“Christ,” He muttered under his breath as his fingers came back up to directly press against her clit, watching as she held onto him for balance now. The soft pump of her heel dug into his shoulder, but he knew the pain was causing the adrenaline to shoot through his body. “Gonna’ fucking devour you.”
It doesn’t take any longer for his tongue to press against the center of her; the way that she falls into his touch only makes sense. The dirty tongue that had been speaking nonsensical words of affection was now tasting her in a way that felt obliged and dutiful.
“Fuck—fuck,” She whined, pulling at the hair to practically push his tongue further into her depths as he lapped up the wetness collecting around her.
“Knew you’d taste like a fucking dream,” He pushed against her thighs to keep her spread for him, his hair falling into his face as he sucked gently on her swollen clit, which led to her shuttering in practical defeat. “Fuck, Princess.”
The small play of a nickname sent her stomach into a fit, letting her hips lead her into the grasp of his tongue as she pulled at the curls that rested in the curls of his hair. She pulled it when she felt the way that he inserts his middle finger, lapping around the entrance as he buried his nose to nudge against her clit.
The small amount of penetration leads her body to need—to swell around him, as he pulls back just a bit as if the sensitivity had gotten the best of her. His tongue lapped at her entrance, spitting directly where she needed him most—as if it wasn’t wet enough; he loved knowing that she could writhe against him and soak him like this.
“I want you to—”
Notably, the sound of heels clicking against the hardwood of the chamber floors seemed to catch their attention. It’s enough that both of their fantasies push away in a moment, almost like their bubbles had burst with knowing that being caught wasn’t an option.
Harry pulls away from her thighs as she fumbles with pulling the black dress down her thighs, down to the knees where the proper length was prior to Harry’s fingers pushing it upwards. Her eyes dash to the ground before kicking the periwinkle lace underneath the sofa that sat directly in front of her.
Harry had managed to pull himself together, throwing a hand through his hair as he used the back of his palm along his mouth, as if finishing the best meal of his life. He had thrown himself down on the sofa, adjusting his belt so that his straining erection would be hidden.
She stayed standing behind the sofa, hands on her hips as she tried to pretend as if the conversation, they were having was routine; like they had planned to be alone for the past few moments, while the door opened to reveal her mother and a few aided members of the house to push past the door then.
“It’s absolutely preposterous—” Her mother stated to the dignitaries that followed in her path, before her eyes fell to her daughter—the Princess—with almost a look of relief, “There you are.”
The Princess reacted, but Harry could see as he sat in front of her with his legs crossed and his arms covering across his chest. He looked up at the woman in the dark green floor length gown, and others who had come in her wake.
“Sorry, I just came to, uh,” She couldn’t wrap her brain around any words that made sense as the slickness between her thighs came back into his thoughts, the way her thighs moved against one another made her entirely too aware of the whiplash that just occurred.
“She was having a bit of a panic. A prick grabbed her out in the garden welcome ceremony, and wouldn’t let go, so we just came to cool off.” Harry stated, looking up at Her Majesty, who happened to be the mother of the woman he had just furiously been giving a pleasureful tongue towards.
The knowingness of it made his heartbeat race; knowing what had happened before the doors of this room should have been felt just by the energy, but the two of them were keeping their lips shut as they tried to remain orderly.
“Oh,” The older woman nodded a few times, looking between Harry and her daughter before she pursed her lips, “Very well, then. Are you feeling a bit better?” She asked.
The girl nodded, giving a tight smile before she came around the other side of the sofa—Harry looked at her now, noticing that her hands were white knuckled as she held them behind her back. He bit the inside of his cheek before rubbing his hands down the thighs of his pants, drying the sweat from his palms.
“Yes, yes, I am, thank you,” She answered, before giving a subtle nod; her eyes made their way back to Harry. Their eye contact clicked immediately before she took in a breath and cleared her throat. The girl looked back to her mother after a moment, “Let’s go back, then. I will meet you there.”
Her Majesty gave a curt nod before she turned back towards the large doors and made her way out of them, back down towards where the gala was being held.
Harry let out a breath as he shut his eyes, almost feeling the weight coming outwardly from his chest.
“That was close.” He muttered.
He stood in his place, pushing off of the sofa before the girl tightened the ribbon on the back of her hair. He noticed that she may have not been able to see it clearly, watching her move towards the large mirror that hung against the wall. Her head tilted to be able to see behind her.
Harry moved to where she stood, his hands placing themselves on top of hers as he fixed the ribbon on the top of her head to let the strands hand down along the length of her hair—the tie now tight to keep her hair in place; the girl smiled at him in the mirror before he noticed the hazel draw of her eyes, aligning with the smirk that she sports now.
A silence fell over them, but it was almost as if they had to just go back to the duties of their dignified jobs, knowing that getting caught in the act wasn’t an option they were both able to handle. Harry grabbed the jacket from the edge of the sofa; readjusting his sleeves to normal down the throw of his arm before moving to follow the girl out of the room.
Her legs move towards the door that had been opened, Harry following hot on her lead as he found the strength of his voice, muttering a few words back at her as they trudged through the palace halls; notable faces in large paintings being the only ones to hear the filth to slide off of his tongue.
“Just know that I’m not finished,” he told her roughly, as she walked in front of him; his voice gathering right behind her as they fled out of the room and towards the main gardens that would hold the charity lunch that had been ignored prior. His hand slipped along the flat of her back as he felt the urge to hold her against him; this time in a much different way, “I want to see you tonight, back in the west wing.”
She held her shoulders back; continuing to feel his lips pressed against the inner thighs that felt bare, but obscenely voracious at the same time. “Is that an order?”
His smirk pressed against his lips as he stayed behind her; knowing that her lead was made to make him feel that she was in charge again. He knew deep down that was surely not the case.
“That is an order.”
Without her smirk seen, she nodded a few times, turning her head just a bit as the smirk wiped away from her face so he didn’t get the satisfaction of knowing he caused it.
“Very well.” She agreed, nodding softly before he stopped to look at her; noticing the way that her eyes fell towards his lips. They stood in the hall for a moment, her back towards him as he stood behind her in protective line as he had been arranged to do.
And in that moment, he urged the scent of her wildflower perfume to push through his equilibrium as he breathed out a subtle word of agreement to hers: “Very well.”
The sound of her heels echoed through his mind as he thought of the next time he’d be able to have her once again. On his terms, nonetheless.
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jarofstyles · 9 months
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Can you please write something about dom!Harry x kinda shy!yn? Y/n is a pillowprincess and Harry is kind of mean but still wants to make her feel good. Something like "yeah, take it like a good girl"
a little something hehe
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"S'good, isn't it?" His warm lips trailed over the shell of her ear as she gripped the pillow tightly, trying to muffle her whimpers into the fluffy fabric. Heavy thrusts jolted her body, rocking her forward as he fucked her from behind. Normally Harry liked to see her face when he was inside of her, but there was something so... hot about having her hold on tight while he did whatever he wanted to do. "C'mon, baby. Use your words for me."
Y/N really couldn't. When she got into this headspace it was hard to breathe, let alone answer the man rendering her speechless with his body. Her eyes teared up, a weak whimper leaving her throat as he thrust particularly hard into her cunt. The thickness always made her feel stretched to the absolute brim, a slight pain at first at the feel but it bled into a heated pleasure as she adjusted around him.
"That's not good enough." He taunted, reaching to grab a fistful of hair at the back of her head where her disheveled bun had fallen. A harsh yank had her head snapping up, a audible moan dropping from her swollen lips as her eyes opened. The sting of her scalp only made her feel hotter, clenching around his prick as she tried to muster up words.
His thrusts were deep and hard, slow as he made her guess when he would go again. Holding the tip inside before filling her to the hilt, torturing her slightly with anticipation. When her head tried to fall forward again, he yanked again. The prickly feeling made her cry out, the opposite hand coming down in a rough smack against her already raw ass.
"Can't even speak to me. Know it's getting you off, can feel how fucking sloppy your cunt has gotten. But you can't answer me. Just like usual..." He scoffed, pulling out to the tip again and groaning at the feel of her cunt clenching frantically around his cock. "Get my prick stuffed inside of your needy pussy and your mind goes blank, doesn't it my love?" his lips brushed her shoulder, pecking the soft, sticky skin. "Got myself-" His hips slammed against her ass, filling her to the hilt as she fell forward. "A beautiful, cock dumb little slut. Can't do a thing but lay there and let me take your cunt, and y'love whatever I do t'you. Just speak." His words made her shiver. She did love being degraded but was a bit too shy to respond. He knew this. " You're lucky I love you so much..." He laughed, leaning over her body as he ground himself inside of her, relishing in the feeling of her wrapped fully around him.
Y/N moaned weakly, fingers aching from how hard she gripped the fabric and nodding at his words. "L-Love you." Those were the only words her brain could think of to respond to. He was right on all counts, and that's part of why she loved him so much more.
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l3viat8an · 9 months
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Nsfw Thinkin’ about demon boyfriend! Who loves having an adorable little human like you under his control~
You’re everything he could ever want!!
He gets drunk on the power he holds over you, the power to give or take away your pleasure as he sees fit~
The way you look at him with stars in your eyes, or even better the way you cry ‘n tremble as he gives you too much.
You cum when he tells you to, whether you want to or not doesn’t really matter, you will cum.
Or he can ruin your orgasm and watch as your sensitive little cunt clenches around nothing…….ripping your pleasure away for his own satisfaction……
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lofaewrites · 1 year
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Something Something Eddie coming home after a night out…
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⚠️Warning! This is just straight up smut! Check the content warnings before you read! You are responsible for your own media consumption! + This is Absolutely not for anyone under the age of 18 so again for millionth time, Minors DNI! ⚠️
A/N : Hi Babies, The sluts over in the Discord server and our many many conversations of varying degrees of horny made this happen, so to my fellow Eddie Sluts™️, this is my smutty love letter to you ! Also, Leah ( @eiightysixbaby ) My sweetest of hearts, one of my biggest cheerleaders in the short time we have known eachother.. this was brought to you by well.. you. The lazy head blurb made my brain turn into soup and so I zhuzhed it up a bit with some spices and love and this is what I made . (Also if you are reading this please go read Leah’s Rockstar!Eddie oneshot.. It’s so fucking good)
Just a fuckton of kinks, a kinktacular if you will.. -> with that being said, This is not for MINORS ! UNLESS YOU ARE 18+ GTFO!
CW: cussing,established relationship w/ dom & sub dynamic, mention of slight intoxication,(eveyone is sober enough to consent) CNC (heavy on the CONSENSUAL) ,allusion to somnophilia, dracyphilia, dumbifaction,daddy kink, crying, mating press, breeding kink, unprotected sex! (don’t be stupid), cream🥧, praise & degradation, a lottt of pet names
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Eddie went out tonight, after band practice and got crossed on cheap beers and good weed, it wasn’t a perfect night, almost but not yet.
But as luck would have it, it was going to be one.
Because when he finally gets himself through the door and down the hall to the bedroom he sees his favorite sight.
You laid out on his bed, and You’ve got nothing on but one of his zip up hoodies. One of your legs is resting up closer to your side.
He can see the glistening of wetness against your thighs, and the pillow you’re straddling.
He walks over to the bed after stripping him self out of his clothes besides his boxers. He see’s the green scrunchie on your wrist and knows that he can do what he wants to you.
So he moves you from your side, guiding the pillow out if the way, unzipping the sweatshirt off and taking in your body.
Your nipples are hard from the cracked window, he gets up to close it but suddenly you whimper in your sleep reaching out for him.
He chuckles, because even in dreamland, you’re all his. He crawls back into bed behind you, your ass pressing against the bulge in his pants deliciously. He relishes in the moment before bringing his fingers over your hip and in between the plushness of your thighs, and just like he’d thought, immediately they are met with wetness and warmth.
Your soaking, It’s a miracle that It has all stayed between your legs and not gotten onto his hoodie or the sheets or even the pillow, (upon later inspection that assumption was dead wrong)
He leans his head forward and onto the back of your head and groans softly . He has to be inside you now. He can’t fucking take another second of it.
He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, your back to his front.
The pressure from the curve of your ass is driving him crazy. You whimper again, but still don’t wake up..
It just makes him harder.
His hands part your thighs so he can line himself to you, plunging himself in deep, it’s euphoric.. and if he hadn’t been used to the intricacies of your body he knows he’d cum on the spot.
The feeling of just sliding in and already hitting all the way in that spot that normally makes you scream has got him dizzy, because the sound doesn’t come.
You just whine again, and spasm around him.
When he actually starts to move he watches your face carefully, searching for signs of you waking up, its not until he picks up the pace that it actually happens.
Your eyes start to flutter open, only to be met by his chocolate ones, but the brown is hardly visible. The lust had them blown,
Your eyes are still tinged with sleep, but as the sensation of Eddie bouncing you back onto this cock is slowly but surely easing you out of the clutches of sleep, you want to speak but the only thing that will come out are little moans.
You hear him talking to you but you just can’t use your voice yet.
“Hey there pretty baby, ‘m sorry I woke you up, I just couldn’t help myself.”
After a couple of minutes of him deep in your guts you finally wake up enough to actually speak, but its just->
“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy”
“ Teddy, Please”
“Oh fuck”
“Eddie Eddie Eddie”
“Ah ah ah ungh”
Your moans melt together into a symphony of pleasure. He has you crying. And then suddenly..
He’s pulled out, and it makes you wail, the flood gates are open and hot tears run down your cheeks.
The loss makes you feel hollow.. because you were so incredibly close and you know he knows it.
He has a soft smile on his face and he coos at you,“I know babydoll , I’m sorry.. but I couldn’t see your pretty face, I wanna watch you cum. Don’t you want daddy to get to see you fall apart just like he likes?
“You wanna be my good girl right?”
Just as suddenly as his departure, the feeling of him flipping you on to your back and under him comes, he pulls your legs open again and slots himself in-between them.
You look up through your wet lashes and nod dumbly, you want whatever he wants. He’s got you stupid.
He brings his hand down to wipe the tears off your cheeks, bringing the thumb he used to his lips and sucking it off.
“Even when you cry you taste so good baby, my pretty little girl”
He lines himself up to your entrance and plunges back in, the feeling makes you keen, soon enough your arms are around his neck, legs over his shoulders and he’s got you pinned, even deeper if that was even possible. You feel so small.
Its a mating press, you know what comes next.
“Daddy please.. Please don’t go slow” It’s the first sentence in well over than hour you’ve been able to utter.
Eddie grins at you. You finally found your voice again. This is good.
He kisses you so tenderly despite the way he’s railing into you.
“Oh my sweet girl, just because you used your words and. Asked. So. Nicely.”
He punctuates his words with thrusts, that make your whole body jut upwards. You feel him in everything, the air you breathe, every single cell in your body and the blood in your veins.
Eddie.Eddie.Eddie.
You can only try to meet his thrusts, but it’s unsuccessful, his grip on you is so tight you know it’ll leave bruises. But thats okay, he’ll trace them in the morning and coo at you, just like he always does.
You feel the crescendo of your orgasm creeping over you, and Eddie feels it too. He’s right behind, the feeling of him filling you up leaves a broken moan of his name falling off your lips.
He’s babbling at you.
“Oh jesus fuck, ungh baby, baby, baby, your’e so fucking tight around me, shit. You’re milking my cock so good, little girl.. letting me fill you up, It’s like your finally not too dumb to remember that this is where my cum belongs”
He doesn’t stop even when both of you are spent and slightly overstimulated, you’re putty in each-others hands.
He pulls out, carefully muttering apologies and words of praise. Your legs sliding off his shoulders and back onto the mattress.
You’d definitely have to shower and change the sheets before you go to sleep. But thats fine, you’ll do it together.
He walks out of the room and to the bathroom across the hall and grabs a wet wash cloth, his dick is soft and swinging slightly as he comes back into the room.If you weren’t so fucked out you’d joke about it.
He cleans both of you up, and helps you sit up as he gets onto his knees in-front of you.
“Oh, Princess you did so so good for me, M’ so proud.”
He leans up and kisses your cheek, you smile lazily.
The moonlight illuminates his smile when he pulls back from the kiss.
“Ready to shower & clean up?, ya need my help?”
“Always, Teddy”
The end to a perfect night out. Just you him, and the moon.
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harryistheonlyoneforme · 10 months
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Babe!! Can we get some Cheater H smut where he’s at the gym and he’s fucking Reader and then his wife comes in but he keeps going and she doesn’t notice? I need that so bad OMG
I Don’t Wanna Talk To You*
warnings: smut, cheating, dry humping, unprotected sex, praise, dumbification, lil bit of exhibitionism, creampie
pairings: cheater harry x reader
masterlist | harry styles masterlist
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“Harry?” YN calls, closing his front door behind her as she steps out of her shoes and makes her way further inside. She takes a peek at every room inside on the first floor of the house, frowning when she doesn’t see him in any of them. His car is definitely in the driveway and his location definitely says he’s home, so she heads up to the bedroom to see if he’s there. She finds the bed unmade but his slippers are still there, so she’s left to believe he must be in the basement.
She quickly jogs quietly down the stairs, the sounds of grunts and pants leading her directly to where he is. She steps inside the open door of his home gym, and lo and behold, she finds Harry in all his glory, in the middle of a drop set of deadlifts. His muscles are on full display, his back flexing with each rep. He hasn’t noticed her yet, so she takes the time to admire, subconsciously squeezing her thighs together at the thought of him making those sounds because of her; straining above her the way he is now.
The grunts haven’t stopped, the noises only fuelling her crude thoughts about the man she’s been dating for a year now. It only continues for about three more minutes, and then she’s watching him as he walks over to the wall nearest him and places the dumbbells down, squatting down to take a sip of his water. Everything he does ignites a fire in her that’s unexplainable. Her thighs are beginning to ache with how hard she’s squeezing them together, and they damn near snap in half when he finally turns around and notices her, his eyes lighting up and a dimpled grin covering his face immediately.
His eyes trail over her body as he strides toward her, and her heart is beating so fast she thinks she’ll pass out right then. He doesn’t even try to hide it when his eyes linger on her chest before trailing down to her thighs and he’s smirking when he sees how tight she’s clenching them. The sight ignites something in him as well, his cock stirring slightly in the loose shorts he’d chosen to workout in, but he forces it down. When he reaches her he leans down and intentionally presses a sweet kiss to her lips, moving away before she can deepen it. It pulls a needy whine from her lips as she chases his with hers, and he gives in immediately, wrapping one hand around her throat as their lips meet again.
She’s shifting on her feet and moaning into the kiss, nearly melting into the floor when his tongue starts to explore her mouth. With his free hand he reaches for the front of her tube top and frees her breasts, making her groan as the cool air of the gym begins to harden them. He begins to roll one between his thumb and forefinger, separating their lips and pressing their foreheads together to gauge her reaction.
“M’glad you’re here, baby,” he coos, rubbing a thumb over the hardening bud. She smiles brightly at his words, thinking he’s finally going to give her what she’s literally craving right now, but he doesn’t. “Need a spot for these bench presses, my love. Can’t be getting stuck,” he finishes, a cheeky smile playing on his lips.
Her smile falters just a bit as he grabs her hand and leads her to where he’ll be working next, and then he’s climbing onto the bench. She’s just standing there sort of awkwardly for a moment, unsure of what he wants her to do. “Cmon, hop on top,” he teases, chuckling as her eyes go wide, but she does as he says.
As soon as she’s comfortable, he goes straight into his sets, and he can’t even lie and say that he doesn’t exaggerate his grunts a little bit because he knows what they do to her. The fact that she’s sat right atop his abs isn’t helping either, she can feel each and every strain of his muscles whenever he goes to push the bar back up. The thin grey biker shorts she’d worn today and forgone panties with don’t stand a chance with how wet she is, and when she feels his abs graze her swollen clit it takes everything in her not to cry out in pleasure.
Harry just acts as if he’s none the wiser, continuing his set like he doesn’t feel the small amount of wetness she’s left on his stomach, or the way she throbs each time his abs flex against her. It takes all of his restraint when he feels her give into the temptation and start to rock her hips down onto his abs, but he has absolutely none left when she just begins to moan shamelessly at the pleasure she’s experiencing.
He places the bar on the rack and moves his hands to her hips, helping her to move along his abdomen. Her moans have picked up so loudly that they’re echoing throughout the small room, and his cock has become rock hard in his shorts. All he can do is ignore the throbbing and watch YN as she’s in absolute bliss above him, her head now thrown back as she gets closer to her orgasm.
Deciding to make the experience even filthier than it already is, Harry speaks up. “Such a dirty girl,” he rasps, watching with hooded eyes as hers meet his. “So desperate f’me you’re just grinding on my tummy, poor thing. Just couldn’t wait, hm?” his teasing does nothing but urge her toward the edge, and she’s nodding with all her energy, unable to find the words to express what she’s feeling, but he knows. “I know, darling. Cum f’me. Cum all over me and I’ll give you what you need.”
Those words are all the encouragement she needed to cum, her hips stilling and her legs shaking slightly as her orgasm wracks her body, a loud cry of pleasure leaving her. She cums so hard tears form in her eyes and start to fall down her face as Harry helps her ride it out, gradually slowing the movement of her hips until she’s grounded.
She eventually comes around breathlessly, her chest heaving. Harry doesn’t waste another moment and he helps her off of him before he’s easing her onto the floor and on her back, climbing on top of her to bring their lips together. The angle provides him with the perfect angle to slot himself between her thighs and press his throbbing bulge against her, bucking his hips slightly at the feeling of her wetness beginning to leak onto his pants.
The action makes him graze her clit slightly, and she whines a bit in overstimulation before he’s pulling away to look down at her. He groans out loud and his cock twitches at the sight before him; her little grey shorts are absolutely drenched from her orgasm, the dark patch in the middle glistening in the fluorescent lighting of the gym.
He can’t help but bring his hands to her waistband and begin helping her out of them, and he becomes absolutely feral when he sees a string of her wetness connecting her to the shorts. Bringing them down past her ankles, he takes just a moment to admire how beautiful she is, and any other time he’d simply eat her out until she passed out, but he’s too desperate to feel her.
So he frees himself from his pants and immediately lines himself up with her, pressing his tip into her swollen pussy. Her eyes flutter closed at the stretch, and when he just slowly pushes in until their hips meet, she wraps her legs around his hips to press him as deep as he can go. They’re both already wrecked, so close to cumming and he hasn’t even started to fuck her properly. He gives her a bit to adjust before he pulls out and plunges back in just as deep as before, setting a punishing pace from the beginning.
YN’s moans and the sounds of their skin meeting are loud in his ears as the pace surprises her, and she can feel the light dusting of hair on his pubic bone grazing her clit, making the feeling that much better. Placing her hands on either sides of his head, she brings his lips to hers and moans against them as he literally fucks her like it’s their last time together. She can feel her orgasm burning deep in her belly, her back beginning to arch until they’re interrupted.
The sound of a phone ringing on the floor next to them disrupts the little bubble they've formed, and when Harry pulls away to look down at it, a dark smile takes over his features as he realizes it's his wife FaceTiming him. He flips it around to show YN and her eyes widen when she realizes he hasn't slowed down even a little bit. She goes to ask him if they should stop but he speaks up before she can, pressing himself inside of her as deep as he can, making her choke on a moan.
"If I answer this call, will you be a good girl for me and keep quiet until I finish?" he asks her, reaching up with the hand that's not holding his phone and pressing his thumb into her mouth, a satisfied hum coming from deep within his chest when she nods enthusiastically, immediately closing her mouth around the digit.
He's still pressed deep inside of her their hips flush as he swipes the button to answer, turning his camera off as the call begins to connect. The moment it does, he can't resist the urge to roll his eyes as he sees his wife sitting at the fanciest brunch restaurant in the city, sipping on what he knows is the start of her bottomless mimosas. He can't even imagine the hit their bank account has taken, because he knows she loves to go shopping with her friends to show off and they always end up at the expensive restaurant they reside at now.
"Harryyy baby. I miss youuu," she drawls, the way she says his name making his nose scrunch up in disgust as she gets closer to the camera and forms her lips into a pout. He resists the urge to gag and decides to take his mind off of it, pulling his thumb from YN's mouth and bringing it down to her swollen clit and pressing down firmly before he begins to rub slow circles right on the head.
He watches YN in pure adoration as she brings her lips into her mouth in an attempt to keep quiet, and he decides to make things even harder by pulling out of her until his tip is resting at her entrance before slamming back into her. He thinks he'll cum right then when her eyes roll back into her head and her hands flail around to find anything to ground herself, a small broken whimper leaving her lips from the sensation. He’s brought back to earth, though, by the annoying, high pitched sound that is his wife’s voice.
“Do you want to say hi to my friends, they really want to meet you someday. I was thinking maybe they could come over to the house today?” she questions, her voice hopeful. But Harry couldn’t care less, all he cares about is making YN cum again before he literally explodes inside of her without warning.
"No, I'm busy actually, about to eat. I'm gonna have to call you back when I'm done, okay?' he asks, not really waiting for an answer before he ends the call and tosses the phone to the side. He thinks he hears her call out an ‘I love you’ but he brushes it off quickly, picking up his pace and basking in the sound of YN's cry of relief at being able to moan as loudly as she wants. "Fuck, did so well for me," he praises, trying to stave off his orgasm until she cums, his mind turning to mush at how perfect she is and feels. She's just babbling wordlessly beneath him, the intensity of everything that's just happened only aiding in the building of her orgasm.
He’s fucking her so deep she feels like she can’t breathe, no thoughts in her head as he just continues to wreck her, his hands nearly bruising her hips with how tight he’s gripping them. He can feel her start to flutter around him a bit, making him groan at what’s to come.
“That’s, it, baby. Gonna cum for me?” he coos condescendingly, and all she can do is nod, making him chuckle at how wrecked she is beneath him. “My dumb little baby, hm? Can’t even think when I’ve got my cock in you,” he teases.
YN’s eyes are just squeezed shut at his words, her body going completely numb before tensing, her pussy locking down on him so tightly he struggles to move as her orgasm finally washes over her. The orgasm moves through her body in what feels like waves, small shocks causing her to twitch lightly. Seeing and feeling her in so much pleasure actually triggers Harry’s orgasm as well, and he buries himself so deep inside of her, his jaw dropped as a broken sob leaves his lips, his balls drawing up so tight he swears they’ll explode. Then the tension is leaving his body and he practically screams as cum starts to spurt from his reddened tip and deep into YN, painting her insides with his orgasm.
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Thank you guys so much for reading! Feel free to leave any feedback you have, and as always, requests are open. Love you!!!
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etoilesvv · 4 months
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vi arcane x fem!reader (nsfw 18+)
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“just like that, baby.”
violet murmured against your ear, her breath brushing against your neck. her hands gripped your hips, calloused fingers digging into the flesh. thighs on either side of her waist, you straddled her as she was laid back on your shared bed, propped up on her elbows.
“i-i can’t…i can’t…” you panted out, brows furrowed in pleasure. your cunt slid down her strap, leaving a thick white ring as you rode her cock.
“can’t what, baby?” vi cooed, a strong juxtaposition to the obscene act you two were engaging in. she jolted her hips up into you as she spoke, just to see the way your eyes rolled back when she hit that perfect spot.
“can’t take it—mngh…” a whine escaped your lips and you threw your head back, mouth agape in an ‘o’. it felt so good. too good. your bounces became sloppy, legs becoming weaker.
“yes, you can. i know you can.” vi muttered, before her hands gripped a tighter hold on your hips. she lifted you up, then slammed you back down on her dick. you let out a scream of a moan, and could’ve sworn her tip kissed your cervix.
vi met you halfway with her own thrusts, fucking up into you like a ragdoll. the pain in your legs faded so all you could focus on was the familiar coiling in your stomach.
your increase in drawn-out moans and arching of your back didn’t go unnoticed by your partner. she knew your body inside and out. that’s why she moved one of her hands off your hip and to your clit. her thumb rubbed rough circles on your sensitive nub, the veins popping in her tattooed forearms.
“v-vi, i’m gonna—” you began, getting cut off when your orgasm hit you like a train. your legs trembled as your back arched as far as it could, crying out ‘violet’.
“be a good girl and— yeah, that’s it, cum on my dick, beautiful.” was growled in your ear as your juices ran down the thick shaft of the strap.
you came down from your high and panted in exhaustion, body going limp on top of vi. she ran a hand through your hair, still inside you, with no complaints, though.
she kissed your earlobe before whispering, “wanna go again?” you could hear the grin clear in her voice.
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justlemmeadoreyou · 4 months
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Temporary Fix*
In which you meet a stranger at a bar, and he becomes your good night
Word Count: 3.3k of pure filth
Warnings: Smut, 18+ content, cursing, spanking, hair pulling, p in v sex(use of protection), aftercare
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There he is again.
The devilishly handsome stranger, sitting at the bar two stools away from where you are seated.
He had been here every night you had been, and always looked at you from across the room, or gripped your waist on the dance floor when you were really drunk. But whenever you thought he would make a move, he disappeared.
Maybe tonight was the same too.
So, you decide to ignore him this time. You turned towards the dance floor, holding a classic gin martini in your hands, and stared at the sweaty bodies , moving rhythmically to the pulsating beat. The smooth notes of the gin martini matched the electrifying atmosphere.
Taking a few more sips, you got down and walked to the dance floor, and just then, an upbeat song started to play.
You saw one of your girlfriends there, and she pulled you with her to dance.
You had no idea how to dance. You did when you were drunk, somehow, but right now, the alcohol hadn’t kicked in.
Yet.
As you began to move, swirl your waist, awkward moves ensued, but hey, at least the enthusiasm was there.
A few moments later, you felt the oh-so-familiar hand gripping your waist, and before you could blink, the man had pulled you into him.
Your body collided with his, his grip on your waist tightening. Your mouth dropped open, eyes droopy as you looked up into his hazy emerald eyes.
They were dark, pupils blown out in lust.
Maybe today was the day.
You sneaked your arms from beside your body, and gripped his arms. His muscular biceps that looked so hot, and you immediately imagined him on top of you, his biceps bulging as he fucked you into oblivion.
You blinked your eyes rapidly to remove that image from your mind, and focused on his face.
You both stared into each other’s eyes as you moved to the beat. A few moments later, he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “Y'look really hot tonight”
You smirk, before replying, “Thought you wouldn't notice.”
“Can I buy you a drink?” he offers, sliding his hands downwards towards your hips.
“Sure” you reply.
Soon enough, he’s leading you towards the bar. His hand on your waist, pulling you closer with each step.
You both reach the bar , the dim lights casting a warm glow on the polished counter. The faint hum of conversation and clinking glasses fills the air as you take a seat on the cushioned stools.
The bartender, approaches. "What can I get you two?" he asks with a knowing smile.
He turns to you, his eyes meeting yours. "What would you like?" he inquires, a subtle yet inviting grin playing on his lips.
As you ponder the menu, the atmosphere around you seems to buzz with anticipation
“A rum, neat”
“Same for me”
“Sure”
The bartender turns around, and begins to prepare the drink for you both.
“I’m Harry, by the way”
You smile, his name, laced with an accent, falling beautifully from his perfectly pink lips.
“I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you, Harry”
“Y/n. That’s a beautiful name. So, you from around here?”
“Nope, moved from California, about 6 months ago. Completed my degree, and then landed a job. How about you?”
“Oh, California? Wow, I guess you left the sun for... well, this place. Brave move! And a job? That's like, responsible and stuff. I'm just a regular dude, you know, not as fancy as someone who completed a whole degree. I’m a musician. Came from England.”
“England, huh? That's, um, across the ocean, right? So, like, you're pretty far from home. And a musician, you say? That's cool. I mean, I played the kazoo once in elementary school, does that count?”
He chuckled, making you blush. His dimples were on show, and he looked so pretty.
“Yeah, that’s actually a really uncommon instrument. It’s cool you learned it, though.”
“Yeah, I don’t really remember anything about that now. How about you? What do you play?”
“The big ol’ guitar. And a bit of a piano, that I learned recently.”
The bartender slides the drink on to you, and you both grab it, before continuing the conversation.
“That’s really impressive. So, where do you live?”
“I own my own Residence. A bungalow, if you will. I’ll be glad to show it to you sometime.”
You like where this is headed.
You take a sip of your drink, and it’s really good. Something strong. Exactly what you needed at a Friday night out.
He brings his glass up to his mouth, and that’s when you see his tattoo-a cross on the back of his hand, near the thumb.
“You-you have tattoos?”
“Mhm, many. Would you like to see them?”
You’re surprisingly intrigued. You stare down to his chest, and you could see he had two tats near his collarbones, both sides. Another one was on the middle of his chest, which was only partially visible due to his unbuttoned shirt.
You gulp down hard. Damn, was he hot.
“yeah…”
Your voice trails off, and you hear him keep the empty glass on the table. You look up at him, as he is sliding off his bar stool.
“So, where shall we go?”
“Oh…how about your place? You wanted to show me, right?”
He smirks, “Great idea. Can we get our check here, please?”
He pays for your drinks, before offering you his hand. You gladly hold it, and he leads you out of the bar, to find a taxi.
“Is it too far? I forgot my jacket!” you say, feeling the coldness of the night once you reached out. You rub your palms on your arms, hoping to get some warmth.
“No, just about a 15-minute ride. You cold?”
You stare up at him, and he starts taking off his jacket.
“Right. Here” he wraps it around you, and it instantly makes you feel at ease.
“Thanks, Harry”
“No problem, love”
As the taxi arrives, you both get in, and he gives the directions. The driver starts to drive, and you can't help but notice the subtle, intoxicating aroma that fills up the car. It's Harry's cologne and it smells so fucking amazing.
You gulp down, and turn towards him. Holding on to the backrest for stability, you grab the hem of his shirt, pulling him in for a kiss.
It is unexpected, but he likes it. He immediately gives in, kissing you back with the same frevor.
Your lips are cold, but the kiss is hot.
You try to shift on the seat, and get on top of him. But, he pulls back and holds you back down.
“Hey, slow down, bunny. We’ll reach home and then I’m all yours”
He pulls your face back, uttering those words in your ear. You feel a bit embarrassed, but a kiss was definitely better than awkward silence during the whole drive.
“I know…it’s just, you’re so hot, Harry” you control yourself from releasing a moan at the end of your sentence, knowing that the driver was probably hearing everythong.
“I know, baby” he smirks, and pushes you back down on the seat, turning your face up front. You are about to frown and pout at that, but suddenly you feel his cold hands between your legs, pushing them apart.
You quickly turn your face, looking into his eyes with urgency. He stares back into yours, and gives you a questioning look. You realize he’s asking for permission, and you silently nod.
His hand spreads your thighs wider, the dress riding up. You pull out is jacket from your back, where it had fallen messily when you had jumped him. You put it over your thighs to cover yourself.
He reaches your panties, and gently pulls the crotch aside. You spread them wider, giving him more access, you are so desperate. His cold hand touches your clit, and you almost moan in pleasure.
“Shh” he whispers near your ear, before continuing the task in his hands.
His fingers find your clit, and he lightly grazes them on it. You swallow down a whimper, and pull your lower lip between your teeth.
His fingers travel downward, finding your labia and pussy lips. Without warning, he spreads them apart, and starts to rub your arousal throughout your folds. You close your thighs around his hand, and look up at him again. He gives you a look of warning, and you spread them open again.
His finger pushes in, feeling intrusion. He retracts it, and slowly starts to rub circles at your clit again. It makes you wetter, and makes it so much more hard to be completely quiet. He gradually increases his pace, feeling more arousal seeping through your folds. Spreading it all around, making a complete mess of your dress and thighs.
You throw your head back, and he pushes one finger in. It goes in with ease, and he starts to finger-fuck you.
You look down at his hands, his sleeves rolled up and prominent veins protruiding up. The said cross earlier is between your thighs, drenched in your wetness, making it more sinful.
You are getting close, the alcohol making your high approach faster. His long fnger hitting your g-spot, making your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your stomach starts to ache, the rush of the approaching orgasm coming faster and faster. You just need a bit more, a little push, just a little bit more and…
“We’re here”
He immediately retracts his hand, and you blink open your eyes, mouth falling open. You take a few moments to realize that you’re in the back of a taxi, and you need to get out soon.
The car comes to a halt, and you pull your dress back down. Pushing your legs closed together, your wet, drenched panties get rolled up messily, making it more uncomfortable.
With Harry’s jacket in your hands, you try to pull yourself out gracefully, but your legs are wobbly, and your cheeks are flushed red.
You look so fucked out.
You stand by the car as Harry pays him, and he leaves.
As soon as he leaves, he puts his left hand into his mouth, licking off the remnants of your arousal.
That bastard.
You hurry behind him, as he walks across the road and opens the gate. He unlocks it, and then another one. Almost 2 minutes, and you’re finally in.
As soon as the door is locked, you throw away the jacket, and climb up on him again. He catches you, and you wrap your legs around his waist. He pulls your dress back up, grabbing the panties harshly and tearing them apart, and pulling them off from between your legs.
If you were not so desperate to get fucked, you would’ve fought him over them. But right now, you are desperate to get fucked by him.
He walks you to his living room, and to the sofa where he puts your down on the armrest. You both start making out again, tongues sliding messily into each other’s mouths. You can taste the rum in his mouth, and his intoxicating smell makes you whimper into his mouth.
“So desperate…” he remarks, and you grab his hair, getting his mouth back on yours.
A few moments later, you both pull back, desperate for some oxygen. Your hairs are disheveled, lipstick smudged. But to Harry, you look so beautiful.
“Y’gonna let me taste you? Have my tongue between those pretty thighs?”
On another day, you would. Spread open your legs and have him eat you out for hours. But right now, you just want to feel him inide you.
“No, I-I want to feel you, Harry. I wanna feel your cock inside me” you stare into his eyes.
“Fuck, you’re so damn hot. Where do you want to have me? Here? In my bedroom?”
“Here. Please?”
“Yeah? Want me to bend you over this couch and fuck that pretty little pussy of yours?”
“Yes, please?”
You look up at him with doe eyes, and he pulls you back down. Grabbing your waist, he quickly flips you over, and pushes you on the couch, so that you are nicely bent over in front of him. He spreads your legs using his, and your drenched pussy comes into view.
He unbuttons his pants, and quickly pulls them down, along with his boxers. He reaches the pocket for a condom, and tears the foil with his teeth.
Using one hand, he rolls it down on himself, and the other goes back between your thighs.
“Fuck, darling, you’re so wet”
He collects you wetness on his fingers, swiping his fingers between your folds. You push your head into the couch, his fingers diving deeper.
“So, so wet. Bet you drenched the car seat too, didn’t you? Dripping all over it. Bet the driver knew too. Your face was so red, cheeks blushed, lips bitten into your mouth. And your eyes, so full of lust and hunger.”
He pushed two fingers in, and started to finger you, while simultaneously stroking his cock. You moan out into the couch, grabbing into the backrest, anything to pull on. He pushes them to the hilt, and stills his movements, gently twisting them so you would feel his cold rings.
“Fuck. Jesus Chrust”
You whimper and moan, his fingers expertly fucking you back to an orgasm. Your legs clamp close around his hand, and you let out a wild shriek of his name, as you cum hard around his two digits.
“Fuck, fuck me”
Your breathing becomes ragged, and you turn your face, so that your cheek is on the sofa. After a few moments of letting you catch your breath, he speaks up.
“You okay, love?”
“Yeah, yes, I’m okay”
“Good. Want me to fuck you?”
“Yes. Yes, Harry please?”
He pulls out his fingers, and you whimper again, feeling empty. But that is gone soon, as you feel his cock line up with your swollen folds.
“Ready, love?”
You nod, and he finally pushes in.
You gasp loudly, his tip pushing its way in. His length follows, and you realize that he is a lot bigger than you had expected.
“Fuck, Harry-I-Fuck”
You curse into the couch, and he gently and slowly pushes his way into your tight cunt. You take in deep breaths, as you adjust to his massive girth spreading you open wide.
“Can I continue?” he asks.
“Yea-yes”
He pulls back, before gently pusing back in, till he is fully in. He repeats the same motion a few times, till you’re fully adjusted to his size.
Your mouth falls open, warm and heavy breaths passing through your mouth. He is going really slow, and it’s for your own good. But, you want it faster.
Harder.
“Harder, Harry-I-I want it harder”
He groans, before pushing back in, but with more fervor. A broken moan falls past your lips, and you gulp down, your mouth going dry.
“Is that good? Or you want it harder?”
“Harder”
“Oh, baby, you have no idea what you just asked for”
He pushes your legs wide, and grabs your hair, holding them in a makeshift ponytail for leverage to plunge himself inside you. You arch your back, and he pushes back in.
This time, there was nothing slow. He was going hard and fast from the beginning, making your legs shake and your eys to roll into the back of your head. You are impossibly wet, your wetness drenching his cock, making it easier to fuck you.
“Such a tight little pussy, fuck”
He curses, his cock fucking you into oblivion. His thrusts are rough and hard, making your toes curl. You feel his hand rest on your bum, and you want him to spank you.
“Har-Harry- I want you to-I-”
“What, baby? You want me to?”
“I want you to spank me-Harry-”
He quickly lifts his hand off, and strikes you with impact, making you moan filthy, and your pussy to clamp down on his cock.
“You liked that?”
“Mhm, yes, more please”
He spanks you again, and establishes a smooth rhythm of spanking you with each thrust inside your sopping wet cunt.
You feel so fucking good, on the cloud nine of pure pleasure. His cock fucking you so good and deep, one hand pulling your hair while the other spanks your bum red, you feel so fucking good.
“Harry-I'm close-” you mutter out, before falling back limp, your pussy clenching desperately around his length.
“I know. baby. Your pussy's getting tighter with each thrust. You gonna cum for me? Cum around my cock?”
“Yes, please, Har-”
You scream out his name, your eyes falling shut as you feel your orgasm take over. Black and white dots dancing behing your closed eyelids, a beautiful kadeidoscope of pleasure. Your legs begin to shake as his cock fucks you though your euphoric high.
After you're done cumming, he doesn't stop, chasing his own high.
“I'm close too, baby. Gonna cum inside this perfect cunt.”
He grabs your waist harshly thrusts, shallowing and slowing down as his orgasm approaches.
“Fuck, Mhm, Jesus-So fucking good, Christ-”
He rambles as his orgasm takes over, and you feel his warm cum inside your pussy, filling up the condom. Your tight cunt milks him off all he has, and he continues to fuck you till he is completely empty.
He stills inside, his cock throbbing and making you close your legs shut, wanting to keep him inside for longer. He catches his breath, gasping for air as he tries to pull out slowly.
“No, don't- I wanna feel you inside for longer”
You manage to say it in one breath, hoping he won't take you to be desperate and needy, even though it is what you were mere minutes ago.
“As you wish, darling” he stills back, holding you and pulling you back up. You both scoot awkwardly, and fall down on the sofa, you on top of him.
You could feel his chest on your back, rising and felling with each breath. You carefully turn around, keeping your legs on either side of his waist, and you face him.
He looks so beautiful, his post-orgasm face making you feel so warm and giddy. You lean down, and sweetly kiss him on his pink lips.
There’s comfortable silence between you two, the post-orgasmic glow taking over and making you feel so good and droopy.
“That was-really really good. Like, the best I've had in a long time.” you blush while admitting that, and he holds you close, making you feel safe.
“Glad you liked it. It was incredible for me too”
You both smile fondly, feeling so much connected in that moment.
“You okay? Want something to eat? Water?”
“Yeah, but afterwards. Wanna hold you for a while.”
“Sure, baby. You can hold me for as long as you like.” you grip your arms around him tightly, not wanting to let go.
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konigslittleliebling · 2 months
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tw: real porn GJFJFJDASJJJ OMG?!?!?! fuck fuck fuck, big daddy!könig fucking his little college brat gf’s face :((
mdni. daddy kink, age gap relationship, rough oral sex, face-fucking, cum eating.
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könig definitely seems like the type to take taboo advantage of a youngin :(( he probably saw you walking to or from class, thick thighs sprouting from a short skirt where a white blouse tucks beneath, nipples pebbling behind the silky material.
he definitely corrupts the women who fall for his ‘traps’ — those being his pretty eyes, soft voice and impressive height + muscle mass. and god he would absolutely ruin you. eradicate you, destroy you. ruin you for any other man who would ever dream to have their cock buried in what’s his :3
he absolutely demands you call him daddy, in and outside of the bedroom. he will wait for his pretty little bitch to come home from college, and you’re so drained from a day of lectures and assignments that you just want to snuggle up with your big austrian hunk and relax.
but he needs your mouth, so he’ll have it. whatever he wants, he gets. he absolutely forces you onto already bruised knees, guiding you with an iron grip on your hair, to start swallowing his cock like a good girl.
his force is so bruising :(( you garble and suffocate on his big fat prick, tongue tasting every drop of him as he fucks himself into your throat until he cums down it, painting the walls of it white with his thick ropes of spunk the same way he does with your tight cunny.
he’ll manually fuck your head back and forth onto his wide length until he’s shooting milky semen against the back of your throat, some of it spraying and making a sticky mess when he tugs you off, only to coax you into slurping and licking any stray dribble. making you eat every globule of his sweet cum until you feel full up, lips all slobbery and teary-eyed whilst you huff and sniffle, shuffling with discomfort and neglect bc your cunt is so wet and in need :((
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angelltheninth · 4 months
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Could I request a female reader cockwarming Wriothesley but the two of them are struggling to stay composed and focused?
I know I wouldn't be able to stay composed and focused.
Pairing: Wriothesley x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, cockwarming, getting distracted, neck kissing, shoulder kissing, work sex
A/N: Wrio food! Come (haha) and get it.
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This was his idea. He was the one who was hard. So he really shouldn't be the one complaining here. You should be. Because you were the one who had to sit still and wait for him to be done with his work for the day. And it was absolute torture too.
Wriothesley's big cock filled you, touched every nerve in your pussy that made you want to roll your hips in his lap but you couldn't. He told you to stay still. And you tried, you really, really tried to stay still. But for the life of you it was an impossible task. "Hold still already. It's only a little bit more."
His hand pressed against your hip as if that could hold you. "You're the one whose cock desperately needed attention." You barked back at him with more fire than you had in a while. Wriothesley only rolled his eyes and went back to the task at hand trying to finish it as soon as possible so he could take you home and give you the fucking that you deserve. That or he would fuck you right here, it all depends on if his self-control is strong enough.
He leaned forward to grab a pen, which made you lean forward, and made his cock press against your g-spot harder. "Ah!" You couldn't help but clench around his cock, pussy walls fluttering and getting little drops of cum splattered all over them. Not his full load but definitely the beginnings of it.
"Damn it. I told you to hold still!" He wrapped his whole muscly arm around your shoulders and pressed his hot lips against your neck. His soft, spiky hair tickled you, only making your task harder. "A while longer. I promise just... just stop squeezing my cock!" Those were the words you'd never thought you'd hear from your boyfriend.
It comforted that you that Wriotesley, such a pillar of strength, was just as desperate to finish as you were, in more ways then one. For the sake of that you would do your very best to remain still.
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bell4donn4 · 9 days
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Thoughts 💭
Luke with a reader who has tattoos.
Implied smut ahead!
When you first arrived at camp, it was winter. Your arms were covered, and so were your tattoos.
But once the summer came, he was left speechless.
He had to take a double look to truly realize what was right in front of his eyes; Your arms fully covered in black ink.
He was so mesmerized by your tattoos, it felt almost embarrassing the way he couldn’t take his eyes off them. He tried his best not to show it, because clearly, it wasn’t that big of a deal, right?
Wrong. he’s never seen other campers with tattoos, even the older ones, so yes, It was a big deal indeed. he was so struck by them. He wanted to ask question, to know all of their hidden meanings, but he couldn’t bring himself to do so.
He was only able to find out what your favorite of all time was, and which one was your first when he casually overheard you talking with Chris.
Although, even if he didn’t happen to overhear the conversation, Chris would’ve told him anyways because he knew his friend’s weird obsession with the patchwork you had on you.
And when you told him you had others hidden on the rest of your body? That was his last straw.
Maybe you had one right in the middle of your chest; or maybe on your thigh. The thought of where the others could’ve been hunted him in his dreams.
Nonetheless, he fantasized daily about tracing them with the tip of his finger, or kissing them even; Grazing his lip along the lines.
He would do anything to be able to spend his evening laying in bed memorizing them, spending hours discovering where you hid others.
Sometimes he would let his mind wonder, and bring the fantasies so far as imagining how they would move while he fucked you.
Maybe, you had a tramp stamp. That would’ve definitely looked nice from behind.
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gemini-sensei · 6 months
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Miguel is secretly dating Johnny daughter. Johnny doesn't know because he would freak out but he eventually caught them in the act
Johnny would lose his shit 😂😂 especially if he walked in on them doing something - ahem - unsavory.
At first, he can't comprehend what he's witnessed. Like, this is his daughter and his star student. Two worlds that should not collide in his mind. So to see what he sees - Miguel Diaz, All Valley Champion, plowing into his daughter while she tugs on his pretty, long hair - is enough for him to blow a fuse.
He's irate once it settles in and he starts yelling. I mean, his best parenting tactic is yelling at them like they're children who got caught with their hands in the cookie jar (even though that's not a food tactic at all) and these are literal 19 year olds minding their own business. Granted, they hid it from him, but with good reason as Reader will have to say.
"Get the fuck out of my room! Oh my god! What is wrong with you!?" she yells back, covering herself with a blanket. She reaches for the nearest thing, a table lamp, and throws it at him.
He dodges and closes the door, the lamp breaking against it, and he pokes his head back in. "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with him? Fucking my daughter? Are uou serious, Miguel? What the fuck?"
"Sensei, I can explain-"
"Don't explain shit to him, Migs," Reader cuts him off. She glares at her dad. "This is exactly why we didn't tell you anything because you're so irrational and old school and idiotic! I knew you'd act like this!"
"What are you talking about? This is an appropriate react to finding my student screwing my daughter!"
"You're freaking the fuck out like a lunatic!"
Miguel feels like he should go but being buck ass naked and with Johnny in the doorway, he feels trapped. He's covering himself with only a small piece of the blanket, feeling like if he were to sit too close to Reader, Johnny might actually kill him.
"Because you're my daughter!"
"And if I were your son, you'd be throwing me a party and letting me drink beer!" Reader counters. She huffs, reaching for something else to throw at him, believing that would be the only way to get him to leave. However, Miguel reaches over and stops her. "You're so ridiculous and dense."
"What?" Johnny asks. "What the Hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Open your eyes, Dad! Miguel and I have known each other for so long! We were in you dumb dojos together! We did everything together! Did you really think we wouldn't actually get together?"
Johnny stands there, dumbfounded as he thinks back on it all. "How long?"
"Almost two years, beer for brains."
Johnny might have to go sit down after that reveal.
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