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samandcolby-ownme · 5 months
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Tangled Around You | Colby Brock
Summary: this was originally a Sam request but in my sleep deprived state last night, I for some reason, had Colby on the mind, but here is Sam’s version of this.
Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, flirting/teasing, fingering, choking, scratching, hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, praising, fluffy then filthy
Word count: 1.6k
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Colby tightens his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder as he watches one of your favorite movies with you.
Tangled.
"Seven am the usual morning, lineup." You snap your head towards him singing. He smiles, laughing as you continue, "Start on the chores and sweep 'til the floor's all clean.."
He brushes his thumb against your leg, absolutely in awe about how comfortable you are around him. He absolutely adores the way you feel safe with him.
In more ways than one, really.
"And so I'll read a book, or maybe two or three." You sing with a smile, and soon enough he joins in.
He's only seen this movie a million times with you.
"I'll add a few new paintings to my gallery, I'll play guitar and knit, and cook and basically, just wonder when will my life begin?" You sing as you tilt your heads opposite of each other while laughing.
He brushes hair from your face and shakes his head with a smile, "I fucking love you."
You lean in and kiss him, laying a hand on his cheek as you hold your lips on his for a few seconds, "I fucking love you." Your eyes move from his lips to his eyes before leaning in, starting a slow and mild make out.
"Thought you said we were just watching a movie tonight, babe?" He mumbles against your lips and you smirk, "We are." You slowly pull away, smiling at him as you turn your head back towards the tv.
You tilt your head, resting it against his as you hum along to the song. Colby slides his hand up your bare legs, gently grazing his nails up and down your thigh.
You know what he's doing, and it's working.
"Colby." You pull your bottom lip between your teeth and take a deep breath as his hand moves up higher, "Hmm?" He hums, playing innocent.
You fight back a smirk, your eyes staying on the tv but you're not actually watching it. You're thinking of other things that specifically involve Colby.
"We can make it quick, hmm?" He slowly presses his lips up your neck, "Or not. Your choice."
You take a deep breath as you tilt your head, giving him more area for his lips to cover, "What do you want?" You ask him quietly as your eyes stay fixed on the tv.
"I'm asking you babe." He slides his hand up, gently gripping your chin to turn your head towards him. Your eyes meet his, "Like I said, your choice."
You spin around to straddle him. Your eyes are on his face, watching as his eyes close when you run your hand through his hair, "You can do whatever you want to me."
His eyes open and his lip pulls between his teeth. You run your thumb just under his bottom lip and it springs free from grasp of his teeth, "Anything?"
You nod, "Anything."
He keeps his eyes locked on your face as he slips his fingers between your skin and panties, "First, I want to make you cum."
You nod as your breathing quickens, "Please."
He smirks and gently toys with your clit, slowly building you up. Your eyes flutter closed as he applies more pressure, "Eyes on me, princess.",
You force your eyes open, struggling to keep them open when he ever so slowly slides two fingers in, his rings pushing against your skin, "Colby.." you whimper out quietly.
Your face scrunches with pleasure as he slowly thrusts his fingers in and out, "That feel good?" He slides his hand over your hair, "Looks like it does."
You moan out, nodding as you grip his sweatshirt, "Give me a minute and I'll take it off. I'm focused on you right now."
You moan at his words, "Fuck, yes." You gasp as he curls his fingers, brushing against that perfect little spot inside of you, "Kiss me."
You lean in, pressing your lips to his. He lays a hand on your lower back, pressing his fingers into you through his t shirt that draped over your upper half.
He swallows your moans with ease, "I love those sounds you make." He whispers, his lips bumping into yours as he talks, "They're so pretty."
He lays you back onto the couch, fingers still inside of you, "they're even better when I'm the one who gets you to make them."
His lips attack your neck, sucking hickies into your skin. You moan out and tangle your fingers into his hair, "So close."
"Be a good girl and cum for me."
His words make you clench around his fingers, "Colby." You whimper out as you move your hips slowly, "Sh-shit."
"You're so close, babe. Come on." Colby look down at your hips moving to meet his hands, "Fucking hell. You're so hot." He groans lowly, "I can't wait to be inside of you."
His words spill you over the edge. You arch your back off the couch, moaning out as he continues to slowly finger fuck you through your high, "That's it baby, did so good."
He kisses up your neck, and along your jaw before kissing back to your ear, "Take these off for me."
You nod, breathing heavy as you shimmy your soaked panties down your legs. You watch as he pulls his hoodie up over his head in one swoop.
"I'll never get enough of you." You think out loud and he smiles, "Yeah, I feel the same about you." He pushes his sweats down, stepping out of them before sitting down, "Come here."
You move back to straddle him and his hands slide up your arms, cupping your cheeks as he pulls you in for a kiss, "Can I have this?" He asks pulling your shirt up over your head without giving you a chance to say anything, "Thanks."
You smirk and he winks before reaching down to rub the head of his cock up and down your pussy, groaning out along with your moans as he slips inside.
You sink down onto him, letting out a loud gasp as you fall into him, "Fuck, fuck you feel so good."
He wraps his arms around you, pressing his hands to the upper part and small of your back, "I want to cum already." He chuckles slightly but gasps when you clench around him.
"Move baby." He slides his hands down to your ass, guiding you up and down his cock. You keep a hand on his chest as you grip the back of the couch by his head with the other.
He rests his head back, eyes on you, "That's it baby, fuck yes." He groans as you move on his cock, clenching and moaning because you feel another orgasm approaching.
"Go ahead baby, as many times as you want." He bites his lip as his hands move to squeeze your hips, "Just like that, fuck that feels so good." He sighs, "Fucking hell."
He slides a hand up around your neck, gently squeezing and watching as your eyes roll back.
He squeezes your neck, causing a semi muffled moan to escape.
"Not much longer baby, you got it." Colby whispers as he watches you wrap a hand around his wrist. You squeeze, which means you want him to squeeze harder.
He adds more pressure, moaning at your soft squeaks as he thrusts his hips upward to meet yours, "One more time baby, just cum for me one more time."
You look down at him staring up at you, watching and feeling you grow closer and closer. You let out an almost silent moan, sinking all the way down on him. You rock your hips back and forth, grinding on his as you reach your breaking point.
He brings you down to meet his lips, letting go of your throat so he can lay you back onto the couch. He pushes his hips all the way in and your legs instantly wrap around his waist, moaning out loudly.
"Fuck, y/n." He buries his face into your neck, moaning lowly as you clench around him, "Shit, shit. Yes."
You whimper out as you dig your nails into his back and he groans, "Fuck, do that again." You comply, instantly dragging your nails up his back. He groans and reaches up to grab the arm rest of the couch.
He pushes himself up slightly, using his other hand to hold your thigh, spreading your legs more for him as he picks up the pace of his thrusts.
You make eye contact with him and it's game over.
For both of you.
You clench around his twitching cock, your moans mixing with his as you both get each other off together.
He leans down, pressing his lips to yours as he smiles, "you good?"
You nod and run a hand through his hair, "I'm great. How are you?" He smirks and nods, "I'm doing pretty damn good."
He pulls out and scoots himself between you and the back of the couch, reaching up to throw a blanket over your naked bodies.
"You know if we stay like this, we won't get to watch the end, right?" You look at him over your shoulder and he kisses your cheek, "That's the point."
.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.
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inmyicyworld · 8 months
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Stay quiet for me
Summary: Bucky fucks you while your parents sleep in the next room
Words count: 1.6K
Warnings: smut with no plot, p in v, unprotected sex, just incase somnophilia (but it's really quick and everything with consent), cockwarming, dirty talk, pet names, the word 'slut', creampie.
Author's note: just my late night thoughts lmao
*English is not my first language, sorry if you find any mistakes*
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Your parents had been staying at yours and Bucky's apartment for four days, and even though he loved them, he was kind of missing having you only for him.
Bucky wasn’t the type of person who would show too much affection and feelings in front of other people, but when you were alone, he always had his hands on you. Causally slapping your ass, kissing your neck, or just bending you over the closet flat surface was his favorite thing to do, and, unfortunately, he couldn't do it while your mom or dad were sitting in the same room.
He didn’t want to be dramatic, but it was torture. Obviously, you two didn’t have sex during these days because you were too afraid that your parents might hear, and at first Bucky understood, but with every cute little outfit, every smile towards him, and every innocent touch of your hand, he was losing it. 
And now he had been lying wide awake for the past thirty minutes while you were peacefully sleeping next to him. Your back was pressing firmly against Bucky’s chest; his left hand was under your pillow, and the right one was on your waist. He was just enjoying whatever he could get, inhaling your sweet perfume and rubbing the soft skin of your stomach with his thumb. That was until you, still fully asleep, moved your ass right towards his crotch.
The reaction was instant. Bucky’s body tensed near you; his eyes got closed, and his cock became painfully hard. The only layers that were between you were his boxers and your cotton panties, because you liked to sleep only in one of Bucky’s t-shirts. And the fact that you continued to move in your sleep didn’t help at all.
“Baby…” Bucky whispered into your neck, trying to stop your hips, but it didn't help. “Doll, stop—” That was it; he couldn’t even think straight with your ass firmly pressed against him.
Fuck it, you can be quiet, right? Bucky hesitated for a few seconds, but then his right hand slipped from your belly right into your underwear. Two fingers ran across your folds, pressing on your clit.
“Bucky…” You would’ve moaned out loud if Bucky hadn’t covered your mouth with his free hand. 
“Sh-h, baby.” He started slowly moving his fingers in circular motions, and you unconsciously moved your legs wider to give your boyfriend better access. 
“We can’t do that right now.” You mumbled against the palm of his hand. “My parents are sleeping in the nest ro—” You didn’t finish your sentence because two fingers suddenly slipped inside of you.
You were already wet enough for Bucky to easily move his hand, brushing your G-spot with every thrust. The rational part of your brain wanted to stop him, but your body was too weak; it was already addicted to Bucky’s touch, and you both knew that.
“Stay quiet for me, baby, ‘kay?” The hot breath on your neck sent goosebumps all over your body, and you couldn’t help but silently nod. 
It felt too good. Maybe you tried being cool about it, but you missed sex with Bucky as much as he did. Yes, it was just four days, but after living together for two years, you already got used to the fact that Bucky was kind of obsessed with you and couldn’t live without touching you at every possible moment.
So right now, when Bucky’s fingers were slowly moving in and out of you while the palm of his hand was so perfectly brushing against your clit, and his hips were moving with the same pace against your ass, you forgot about everything else except the two of you.
Your orgasm was creeping in slowly but heavily. The knot in your stomach was already almost painful; you were so close to your release, pulsing on his fingers. You needed just a few moments, and...
And Bucky completely pulled his fingers out of you, making you whine in despair. His left hand covered your mouth again because it was a little bit too loud for the dead silence in the house. But still, you felt disappointment as the last signs of your building orgasm slipped out of your body, and you were laying there wet, hot, and a little bit mad that your boyfriend didn’t let you finish.
“I told you to shut up, baby. I’m gonna take care of ‘ya. Just wanna feel your tight little pussy cumming on my cock, ‘kay?” You nodded again when Bucky started to kiss the back of your neck and shoulders, at the same time sliding your underwear down your legs. “Lift your leg a little bit, doll.” 
You did as he told you, even though it was hard because your whole body was trembling from excitement and fear of getting caught. It felt like you were just teenagers who were trying to fuck without anyone knowing, and this thought made you even wetter. There were, in fact, chances that everything you did could be heard in the other rooms. 
You were distracted from your thoughts when Bucky took his cock out of the boxers, gave himself a few pumps, and then rubbed it against you to cover himself in your slick. The tip pressed into your entrance, slipping inside easily, until his full length was buried deep into your dripping cunt.
Your eyes rolled back into your head, and you didn’t even notice that you bit the palm of Bucky’s hand in order not to scream out loud. He buried his face in your neck, taking deep breaths and trying to calm himself down a little bit.
“Feelin’ so good, sweetheart. Can’t imagine how much I’ve missed this pussy.” His right hand slipped under your thigh and moved your legs higher under your bed. The soft cover completely fell off your body, leaving your hot body exposed to the cold air of the room. It seems like he slipped even deeper, stretching and filling you up so well. 
Bucky started to move slowly in and out of you, trying to make as few noises as possible and thrusting into you in a steady rhythm. You felt so fucking good wrapped around him that it was hard to behave well and not fuck you right into the mattress as he always liked to do. If you two were alone, he would've probably already put you ass up on the bed with your face in the pillows, making you scream his name and moan non-stop.
“M-m-m.” You couldn’t do anything but silently whine into his hand at every movement of his thick cock sliding inside of you. You didn’t know what to do with your hands or what to grab to distract yourself from the hot pleasure that was filling your whole body. 
“Don’t– Don’t say a fucking word, baby. You don’t want your parents to find out that you’re just a slut for my cock, right?” Bucky’s deep whisper in your ear made you squeeze around him even harder. “So tight, so wet for me. I swear, you won’t be able to walk for a few days when we finally are alone, you hear me? Already so dumb for my cock, and it’s been almost for days.” His teeth playfully bit your earlobe, before moving lower to suck on the soft skin of your neck.
Your orgasm started to build again, with every movement bringing you closer and closer to the finish line. You wanted to cry or scream—you didn’t even know—but the tears blurred your vision when the hand under your leg moved further and Bucky pressed his fingers on your swollen clit. Your body twitched from the overstimulation, but your boyfriend just pressed harder, so you had no other choice but to let yourself fall into the abyss of pleasure.
“Cum for me, doll. I got ‘ya. Cum on my cock, I feel how you’re squeezing me.” Your head fell backwards, and your back arched as your orgasm filled every corner of your body.
The white noise in your ears and dots behind your closed eyes completely distracted you from the things that Bucky mumbled in your neck while he was trying to reach his own high. With a few last, not-so-steady movements, he grabbed your thigh and bit your neck while his body was trembling, emptying his hot seed deep inside of you. 
“Good girl.” Bucky didn’t stop, gently thrusting into you to prolong your orgasms a little bit. “Good fuckin’ girl, take it all.” You whined when your overstimulated body started trembling under his touch, until Bucky finally stopped moving, still buried in you with his load dripping around his cock. “You did so good, doll.”
“W-what if they heard us?” You whispered into the darkness of your room, which was filled with the musky smell of sex, and you couldn’t deny that the adrenaline in your body felt so good. 
“They’re sleeping, and we should too.” Bucky brought your warm body closer to himself, wrapping his hand over you and not making any movement to pull out. “Wanna stay inside of you for tonight, ‘kay? Love you so much, baby.” 
“Love you too, Buck.” You relaxed under his touch and closed your eyes, drifting back to sleep, finally feeling so full and satisfied. 
You didn’t know if it was true or if your overthinking brain was just playing some bad jokes with you, but it seemed to you that your mom gave you a weird smile when you came down to the kitchen the next morning. 
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byersbootyshorts · 1 year
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Not So Smart Now (S.R.)
Spencer’s intelligence and cocky attitude has always infuriated you. So, when given the chance, you revel in putting him in his place.
Word Count: 2,882
EXPLICIT CONTENT MINORS DNI!!
Warnings: sub!s7!Spencer, dom!reader, smut, unprotected sex, hate sex, dumbification, slapping, degradation, alcohol consumption, language
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cocky Spencer is so yummy I wanna rip him apart
This case had been rough. The unsub had slipped through your fingers again and again and each time it seemed like he slipped further away. You forced your eyes to focus as you combed through a plethora of files, trying desperately to find something that could link the unsub to his victims. You sipped your coffee like your life depended on it, but not even the caffeine could help you find what you were missing. Morgan was sitting opposite you and he sighed in frustration. Emily paced back and forth going through the case in her head. You were all stumped.
You looked up at the investigation board, trying to give your eyes a rest from the tiny black letters they’d been staring at. You scanned the photos of the crime scenes. All of the women were found dead in their backyard. Drowned in the clean blue waters of their outdoor pools. You raised a brow, your eyes flicking frantically between the photos. The clean… blue… CLEAN!
“Oh my God, that’s it!” you exclaimed, springing out of your chair in excitement. Emily and Morgan looked at you with expectant expressions.
“What?” Emily asked after you stared in awe at what you’d missed for so long.
“All the pools, they were-,” you began, but just as you were about to explain your theory, Spencer burst through the door, not even aware that you were revealing a crucial part of the case, and began rambling.
“Guys, all the pools were cleaned the day each victim was killed. There wasn’t so much as a leaf or a bug sitting on the surface of the water. So, I checked, and they all hired the same pool cleaner.”
Spencer set a file down on the table that contained a picture of the guy you assumed was the unsub that had been evading you for so long. But you couldn’t even feel relief that you’d finally found him. Because you didn’t find him. Well, you would’ve if Spencer ‘boy genius’ Reid hadn’t of found him first.
The team rifled through photos and records of the unsub for a few minutes before Morgan finally asked you, “Oh, what was it you figured out?”
You glanced over at Spencer with a look that could kill before answering, “It doesn’t matter now. I think Spencer’s got it all covered.” Your voice was higher pitched than usual as you tried your best to fake a pleasant tone. You plastered a false smile on your face and Morgan shrugged, looking back down at the pages on the table.
You tried to follow suit, picking up a page printed with the guy’s phone records. You knew the only thing on your mind should be figuring out how to find this son of a bitch. But you couldn’t concentrate. You were literally seconds away from saying exactly what Spencer said before he stormed in and stole your thunder. He did it all the time. And you hated him for it.
The case was solved and the unsub was found. As always, the team congratulated Spencer on figuring it all out. And you allowed them to. One thing didn’t want to do was make a fuss and say you solved it too. But if he smiled that stupid, cocky smile one more time, you weren’t sure if you’d be able to contain your anger. And sure enough, you couldn’t.
You had just touched down at Quantico. You walked with Emily and JJ to the bullpen to collect some things before leaving. Then, as always, you ended up standing around your desk chatting about the case.
“I don’t think I’ve ever drunk as much coffee in a 24 hour period than I did on that case,” Emily laughed.
“It was rough,” JJ sighed. “I’m glad we got him. I don’t know how many pools there are in Florida but if we hadn’t of caught him I’m sure he wouldn’t have run out of victims.”
You smiled. Finally this was something that would prove your intelligence to the group.
“Actually there’s one mill-,”
“There are one million, five hundred and ninety thousand pools in Florida.”
You turned around to glare at who’d interrupted you. Your eyes narrowed when you saw Spencer sitting at his desk. He hadn’t even looked up from his computer before he’d stolen your opportunity to be smart.
“Oh my God!” you shouted, your eyes widening in disbelief. Of course he had interrupted you again.
Spencer turned to face you at the sound of your raised voice. A puzzled expression spread across his face. He was clueless. He didn’t even know he was doing it.
You knew you should just let it slide and say, “Yeah, that’s correct,” or “That’s what I was going to say,” but you couldn’t this time. You were done putting up with him constantly undermining you.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” you said, almost laughing at just how much of an ignorant asshole he was.
“Huh?” Spencer grunted, getting up from his desk and walking towards the three of you.
“You don’t even know what you’re doing, do you?” you asked. You stepped forward so there were only inches between the two of you. Your eyes stared daggers into his.
Spencer shook his head in confusion, his breath wavering slightly. You pretended not to notice the blood rush from his face and down his neck towards… Nope. You weren’t thinking about that.
“You know what, just forget it,” you said, stepping away from him. “You’re not worth my time.” You grabbed your bag, stormed out of the building, got in your car, and sped home.
It had been about thirty minutes since you’d slammed your apartment door, grabbed a bottle of vodka from your cabinet and sat on your couch, scrolling aimlessly through random TV channels. You drank straight from the bottle, your mind reeling with hatred for Spencer. It was like he had some sort of radar that could sense when you were going to say something impressive. And when that radar went off, he had to come in and ruin everything. He was such a know-it-all. And maybe he did know it all, but he didn’t have to rub it in everyone’s faces all the time.
You took another swig from the bottle and sighed. You had no idea how you were going to face him the next day. Being on the team with him was becoming insufferable. You had to do something to stop yourself from wanting to punch him every time you saw him.
It was just past midnight, but you were still wide awake, when you heard a knock on your door. Your brow furrowed as you considered who it could be at this late hour. You set the bottle of vodka on the coffee table and went to unlock the door. When the door swung open your eyes darkened at the figure in front of you. It was Spencer.
“What is your problem with me?” he asked, not even bothering to say hello.
You let out an uncontrollable laugh of sheer anger at his utter obliviousness. The only reason he should be showing up at your door in the middle of the night was to apologise. And yet here he was, not even aware of what he’d done wrong.
“You are unbelievable,” you sighed, turning away from the door and walking back into your apartment. Spencer took that as an invitation to come in, so he stepped forward and shut the door behind him.
“No, seriously, why don’t you like me?” he insisted. “Because I can’t think of anything I’ve done to you that should make you act like this.”
Spencer’s voice raised and his tone became sharp. You couldn’t believe this. He was angry? He had no right to be angry with you.
“Well, Doctor Reid, maybe you’re not as smart as you think you are if you can’t figure out something that’s so painfully obvious,” you snapped.
“Enlighten me, then. Tell me why you hate me so much,” Spencer retorted.
“No,” you said. “If you can’t see what you’re doing wrong then I’m not telling you.”
“Tell me why you hate me and I’ll tell you why I hate you.”
You paused for a moment. You knew your feelings towards him were of hatred, but you had no idea he returned those feelings. Now you were curious
“I hate you because you can’t shut up for one second to let someone else say something smart for once,” you began hastily, desperate to know what he hated about you, but also relieved to get everything off your chest. “Everyone knows you’re a genius, Spencer. You don’t need to prove it all the damn time.”
“What, so you hate me because I’m smart?” Spencer questioned.
“No, I hate you because you don’t let anyone else be smart. I hate you because you get that stupid little grin on your face every time you say something smart.” You began walking towards him, slowly backing him against the wall. “I hate you because every time I see you I have to force myself not to slap that cocky grin right off your face.”
Spencer stayed silent for a moment. He was almost right up against the wall. Your face was so close to his you could feel his breath. You could also feel something else starting to grow in his pants.
“Well, don’t force yourself this time,” Spencer breathed.
“What?” you asked, confused.
“Hit me,” he said bluntly, his mouth widening into that familiar, infuriating grin.
“Oh, don’t tempt me,” you said, taking a step back.
“No, do it. Hit me,” he said, genuinely.
You gave him a hesitant look but he continued to smirk like he was the smartest man alive. You made up your mind. He was giving you the opportunity and you weren’t going to turn it down. You raised your hand and slapped him hard on the cheek. Spencer whined and his hand flew to his face. He rubbed the red mark that was appearing on his cheekbone but his eyes never left yours. And that stupid grin remained on his face.
“Just out of curiosity, is there anything you do like about me?”
You seriously considered his question. You tried to think of one thing you liked about him. It was harder than you thought. Until you remembered the way his breath hitched when you got near him.
“I like that when you look at me your dick gets hard,” you said calmy, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away from his face. “I like that I have the power over you to make you do that.” You traced your fingers over the red spot where your hand hit his cheek. “You might be a genius but you’re still just a man. You have needs.” With your other hand, you lightly touched the bulge in his pants. He swallowed but still his eyes remained locked on yours. “Your mind might be one of the greatest of our time, but your body is just like every other man’s. You say you hate me but your body’s telling me something very different. It’s pathetic.” You pushed him back again so he hit the wall. “I could lower your IQ one hundred points just by fucking you,” you whispered.
“Wanna bet?” Spencer raised an eyebrow.
Without hesitation you slammed your lips onto his. He whimpered as his head hit the wall behind him, but soon he melted into the kiss. You could feel his lips curl upwards against yours. He was fucking smiling. He was enjoying this. That only enraged you more. You pushed yourself away from him and glared at him.
“Come here,” you said, turning around and walking towards your bedroom. You escorted Spencer inside the dimly lit room and turned to face him again. You looked down at the ever-growing bulge in his pants and began unbuckling his belt in silence. He sighed when you pulled down his underwear.
“You know what? I excepted more from you, Doctor Reid,” you said finally, smirking down at his below average sized cock that was now fully exposed to you.
Spencer said nothing, but, for the first time, his eyes drifted away from yours.
“Oh, don’t worry. That’s not a bad thing,” you smiled, wrapping your hand around it. “That just means I can take it for longer.”
You picked up the pace of your hand and Spencer moaned quietly. His head fell to lean on your shoulder and he sucked a spot on your neck. Eventually, you lifted your hand from his dick and began unbuttoning his shirt. When you pulled his shirt off his arms you turned your mouth to his ear and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you dumb.”
You pushed him down onto the bed. He lay there while you undressed, taking in your figure. You climbed on top of him and his hands immediately travelled to your thighs. He stared up at you with that smart ass glint in his eye. He wouldn’t look like that for long.
You didn’t flinch as you lowered yourself onto his dick. Spencer squirmed slightly beneath you, trying his best to stifle a whimper.
“I- I know a ton of other facts about Florida, you know. Not just how many pools there are” he said, his smugness slowly draining from his body as you rode him.
“You won’t know them for long,” you smiled, alternating your pace between fast and slow. Your inconstant rhythm was torturing Spencer.
“It’s state flower is the orange blossom,” he said confidently. “And it’s the flattest US state.”
“Shut up,” you whispered, anger flaring up in you again. You wished you could tear his brain right out of his head.
“It’s also 65,758 square m-miles, making it the 22nd largest s-state,” he continued, his words slowly starting to slur.
You looked down at the egotistical smile that was still plastered on his face, despite his stuttering. “Shut up!” you said, raising your voice. You lifted your hand and slapped him again. Harder this time. The whimper that Spencer had been holding in since you started finally escaped his lips.
And, at last, he shut up. The only noise he made was the occasional whine every time you quickened your pace.
“You masochistic fuck,” you laughed, grabbing his shoulders as your thighs began to burn. “All I had to do was hit you again and you’re reduced to a whimpering mess.”
“Shit,” Spencer breathed. “I- I’m go-.” But he couldn’t even warn you before you felt his cum shoot inside of you.
“Not so smart now, huh Doc?” you said shakily. Your breathing was ragged but that didn’t stop you. It didn’t matter that Spencer was finished. You weren’t.
Spencer didn’t get time to recover from his high as you immediately began to pick up your pace again, grinding harder and harder as his cum seeped out between your legs.
“Why don’t you tell me another fact?” you taunted. He looked as though he couldn’t speak, never mind tell you a fact. “What about an easy one? What’s the population of Florida?” you asked.
“It’s, uh- I don’t-. Fuck, I don’t know,” he stuttered.
“Seems like I won the bet then,” you panted. His hips jerked up and you moaned at the sudden movement. Finally seeing Spencer a pathetic heap below you sent you over the edge. You came without a uttering a word. The sensation caused Spencer to shake beneath you as he came for the second time.
You rolled off him and sighed. Spencer’s chest moved rapidly up and down as he tried to catch his breath.
“Fuck,” he said under his breath, brushing his hands through his hair.
“What? Are you annoyed that I made you dumb?” you asked, your voice laced with patronization. He rolled his eyes at you and you turned onto your side so your face was close to his.
“You know, you never told me why you hate me,” you said, running your finger down his chest, making his stomach tense.
“It doesn’t matter,” Spencer mumbled, his face flushing slightly.
“Yes it does,” you argued. “I told you, so now you have to tell me.”
Spencer hesitated for a moment before he whispered, barely audibly, “I hate you because… Well, I-.”
“I can’t hear you,” you said, looking at him expectantly.
“I hate you because I’ve wanted you to do that to me since the day I met you,” he blurted out.
You chuckled, grabbing his chin between your finger and thumb. “Well, if you’d told me that when you met me then this could’ve happened a lot sooner.”
“You wanted this to happen?” Spencer asked, a smile forming on the corners of his mouth.
“I wanted to prove you’re not a genius all the time. The sex is just an added bonus,” you explained.
Spencer’s cocky grin appeared back on his face and in an instant you were reminded of how much you detested him.
“Oh, it’s a bonus?” Spencer smirked. “Does that mean you want to do it again?”
You scoffed at his confidence. “I hate you,” you groaned, as you climbed back on top of him, ready to leave him a dumb, pathetic mess once more.
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Hot and Bothered
You like to read spice and Sirius is inspired. shy fem!reader x Sirius Black
cw: pure smut, lowkey evil Sirius (he's sweet but gets too much joy in making her flustered), mention of smut/literary porn, oral sex (r receiving), kinda sorta cum play at the end? swearing
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You had known it was risky, really there was no one to blame but yourself. You knew that attempting to keep any secret from Sirius would end in complete failure. In your defense, you had spent a long time reading this book, and you were desperate to finish it.
Unfortunately for you, it seemed like the last about 45% of your book was chalk full of a very specific set of scenes. Ones that you would rather walk into an oncoming stampede than let anyone know you were reading. Still, you brought the book to your boyfriends house to read during the "quiet time' that usually ended up occurring during every hang out. There usually ended up being a stretch of one to two hours where you and your boyfriends just sat in complete silence, comfortable in each others presence. This time, you were lounged on his leather couch, surrounded by his flashy throw pillows. He was nuzzled into your stomach through your sweater as he lay on top of you, letting his fingers freely explore your waist and tummy as the television droned on in the background.
You were holding your book close to your face, occasionally reaching down to scratch his scalp or stroke his face. It was a position familiar to you both, except it began to feel different.
When the scene in your book began to take a turn, you found your stomach knotting itself in arousal. Suddenly Sirius was too close for wholesome comfort, you were all too aware of his proximity to dangerous areas, making you squirm in his grasp. The teasing of his fingers didn't help the situation. You shivered under his hands, wanting to both shrink away and keen towards him at the same time. It didn't seem like he was aware of your predicament, he looked completely naive as he looked up at you, stormy clouds swirling in his irises as he gave you a heavy-lidded expression.
"You good, dollface?" He inspected your features, making you hide your heated face behind your novel.
"All good." You reassured, trying to keep your breathing quiet. Your voice hitched as he moved to rub at your hip, you swore you could feel his fingerprints through your cotton trousers. You suppressed the urge to wriggle.
"You're squirmin' around like a fish out of water." He said airily. "You gettin' overheated?" He was stroking your thigh now, squeezing and massaging the fat torturously.
"I'm okay, Siri." You reached down to grab his wrist, but this was your mistake. The hand that stayed on the top your book to hold the pages open wasn't as stable as you thought, making it slip from your grasp and fall open onto your tummy. You moved to grab it, but your boyfriend had other ideas. He took the book in his hand, moving to mark your place and close the book, but something on the page caught his eye. He immediately took the book in both hands.
"Oh, what've you got here, babydoll?" His eyebrows were almost to his hairline. You thought he was about to start licking his chops, staring at you like he was a wolf in a sheep pen.
"Siri! Give it back!." You floundered, but he was determined. He flung himself towards the other end of the couch, eyes scanning over the page. You could see his lips movie, mouthing along with the scandalous scene he was reading, his grin growing wider and wider. You gave up, relenting to hide behind your hands and curl in a ball. You heard him set the heavy book down and felt his hands wrap around your shins, slowly climbing their way up, past your knees to settle on your thighs, slipping between them to nuzzle up to your face.
"You gonna look at me, baby?" His voice was teasing, but far lower than you'd ever heard it. The gravely cadence lit up parts of you that you didn't know existed and your face flamed beneath your palms. "Sweetheart," he chuckled darkly.
Could the couch just swallow you whole?
Sirius tugged at your wrists, trying to expose your face with no avail.
"You can't see me. I'm gone." You groaned, body still alight with shameful wanting. His low voice and wandering hands did nothing to help the situation you were facing.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are." He sing-songed and you passed away on the spot. Your whole body went limp and your heart stopped. You were going to have to call a priest but even that couldn't save you. You shivered worse as his cold fingers slipped under the hem of your sweater, settling on your waist.
"Siri," You whined. "You're so mean." You heard him coo at you, voice filled with too much pity.
"Poor girl, c'mon, lemme see you." You shook your head. "Please, sweetheart. I'll be nice, I swear." He pleaded. You made no moves to expose your face, but you let your arms grow limp enough for him to pull them away. You looked at his chest, avoiding his hungry gaze. "There's my girl." He drawled. "My shy little girl." He shifted on top of you to be face-to-face, pinning you beneath him.
"How much did you read?" Your voice was so shaky Sirius didn't know if he wanted to laugh or cry.
"I read enough, trust me." He tilted your face up, forcing you to meet his eyes. You looked so insecure, fear swimming in your irises. But, what was beneath it all made him happy. There was poorly-disguised wanting buried deep in your gaze. Combined with your squirming hips, Sirius knew he was going to have fun with you.
"I'm sorry," You groaned, face alight with shame. "I didn't think you would see."
"First, you have nothing to be sorry for, silly. You can read whatever you want, especially when it's like that. 'S fucking hot, dollface." He kissed your cheek, moving down to your jaw, then your neck. "Second, I'm glad I saw it." He grinned at you, eyes seeping with dark wanting. "I'm so fucking glad. Didn''t know you liked stuff like that." He slipped the hem of your shirt up further, exposing a sliver of skin between your top and your trousers. "Tell me, sweet girl. Why were you shiftin' around underneath me?" He quirked a dark brow at you.
"No reason." Your voice was so quiet he had to strain to hear it.
This boy was going to be the death of you. Every movement he made just pushed you more and more into desperation.
"Why were you readin' that, baby?" His voice was syrupy, dripping with honey. "That something you want?" You gave him an incredulous look.
"Did you seriously just ask me if the sex scenes I was reading were aspirational?"
"What? Would you rather have said 'are you living vicariously through a main character by reading about them getting their pussy licked?''' You groaned loudly, trying to hide behind your hands again, but Sirius had a firm grasp on your wrists.
"You said you would be nice." You whined.
"Oh trust me, I can think of a way I can be very fucking nice to you." Your thighs clenched at that.
"Sirius,"
"You gonna let me? You know I've been wantin' to. Been fucking dreaming about it." He was right. Every time you messed around he had crawled between your thighs, only to be met by you trying to distract him. He always pretended not to notice for your sake, but it didn't dissipate his desire.
"You don't really want to." You muttered.
"Trust me, I do." He said, vehemently. He softened at your anxious expression. "What're you so scared of? You know I'll keep you safe, I always do." He started rubbing your thigh in a way you were sure was meant to be reassuring.
"I know you will, it's just..." You crossed your arms over your stomach. "I mean, it's just that you'll be right there." You cringed, half embarrassment, half wanting. "Like you'll be able to see everything, and smell and just-" You shook your head, cutting yourself off.
"I'm not seeing the downsides here, baby." He teased. The wanting in you just grew worse at his low voice. He looked at you with wide puppy eyes, making a spectacle of his begging. "You gonna let me make you feel nice like that? Please sweetness? I'll make you feel so good you won't even be able to think."
Oh fuck it. Your resilience snapped, giving over to the lust brewing in your belly.
"Okay, okay. Yeah, I want you to." Your face heated to an ungodly temperature and you turned to ash on the spot. Sirius' grin grew to grinch-like proportions, making you squirm even worse.
"There's a girl," He praised, leaning down to trap you in a heated kiss. His spindly hand snaked around your jaw, tilting your chin up and encouraging your mouth open even more. He was greedily exploring your mouth, pulling moan after moan from the back of your throat before you could smother your desperate sounds. You sunk your fingers into his inky hair, pulling him closer to your face as you bucked your hips into his. He pressed a final kiss to your lips before he began to mouth down your jaw, nuzzling his face into your neck and making you giggle at the feeling.
"Siri," You sighed, squirming away from his mouth.
"You sound so fucking cute." He teased. "You always do." He was pawing at your shirt, exposing more of your skin to kiss and lick, occasionally pulling back to appreciate the shiny, spit-slick skin. He slid his palms under your shirt before grasping the hem and pulling it over your head. You didn't have time to cross your arms over your chest before he was face-first in your torso, mouthing and sucking at your breasts. He held you firmly in place as you squirmed beneath him, trying your best not to tug harshly on his curls.
"Siri," You sighed as he flicked a puffy nipple with his tongue, chuckling as he tugged on your bottoms.
"I'm gon' take these off, okay?" You nodded rapidly, letting him tug the trousers off of your legs and throw them on the ground. He massaged your thigh with one hand, taking in the sight of your body under him. He was staring for a beat too long for comfort You were melting under his heavy eyes, shrinking into yourself as much as possible and covering your flaming face with your hands.
"What're you doing?" You said, half whisper half whine.
He just scoffed out a laugh. "Looking at you, babydoll. So fucking pretty, you expect me not to? 'S my favorite sight, all spread out and desperate for me. You really want this don't you?" He didn't give you time to respond, just moved to kneel on the ground, rotating you and pulling your hips to the end of the seat. You were slumped against the couch back, thighs pressed together, you whined at the accidental friction, too overstimulated between your book and your boyfriends teasing words. Your nipples were pinched and peaked in the air and you had goosebumps everywhere. Sirius laughed at your predicament, thankful you couldn't see how he was straining against his tight trousers.
"P- please. Please, Siri." You weren't sure what you were begging for. You wanted to hide, you wanted to hold him, you wanted some relief for your throbbing pussy. He just chuckled again and leaned down to trap you in a dizzying kiss, gently stroking at your jaw and neck.
"Poor baby," He teased, slipping his hand down to tentatively touch over your panties. "This okay, sweet girl?"
"Yes, please." You sighed, bucking up into his hand. He stroked his fingers over the wet crotch of your panties. Your breath stuttered, it tickled and made your clit throb. He was being mean and he knew it.
"So fucking cute." He groaned, pulling at your waistband. "Want these off? Wanna free your little pussy?" You wanted to shrink at his filthy words, but they just added more heat to your core. You nodded pathetically and covered your face to shield yourself from his grin. He pulled your underwear down your legs, allowing them to close after.
You whined at the contact of the cool couch and air on your heated cunt. Sirius chuckled again, tugging at your arms.
"Look at me, baby." He guided your hands to rest on his shoulders and urged your thighs open, tugging your hips even closer to him. He kept one hand on your waist, pinning you down while the other explored your pussy. He spread you open with one hand, looking at you greedily. You squirmed and groaned again, feeling far too exposed.
"Sirius," The word was tugged from your throat.
"Fuck, it's so fucking pretty, baby. Y' so wet, smell so fucking good, you were needy for a long time, huh?" He crooned, stage-pity written all over his features. "Want me to make it better?"
"Please," You moaned, barely recognizing your own voice. He just smirked at you again, before diving into your cunt. He licked at you like he was starved, making obscene sounds in the back of his throat. His tongue wiggled through your folds, setting all your nerves on fire. The slurped his way up to your clit, wriggling his tongue and flicking at the stiff bud. He gave you a harsh suck before pulling away, your slick shining on his pretty face.
"My poor girl, y' all swollen and sensitive. You were needin' this for a long time haven't you? Shoulda eaten this little pussy so fucking long ago. 'S so fucking sweet, you're gonna have a hard time getting me to stop." He went right back to lapping at your core, pulling more strained moans from your belly. You didn't know if you wanted to keen into his tongue or run away from overstimulation. You did your best to wriggle your hips in his hold. He released one hand to trail it down to your pussy. He pulled away, licking his lips.
He thumbed cruelly at your swollen clit, pinching lightly it before slipping his fingers to your entrance. He stuck two fingers, middle and marriage into your soaked hole, exploring your walls for the spot that will make you scream. He doubled down on his efforts when he found it, sucking and flicking at your clit with twice the vigor. Fluids gushed from your pussy around his fingers and he greedily allowed his tongue to lap it up. Your whole body tightened, growing more and more tense by the second.
"Shit, Siri." Your thighs shook and your back arched. You threaded your fingers into his humid-frizzy hair, suppressing the urge to press his face deeper into you.
"That feel nice, yeah?" He whispered against your cunt. "I feel you clampin' on my fingers, sweet girl. You gonna cum for me? You wanna give it to me?" He was borderline begging, like it was more for him than for you, like it was his sanity on the brink of shattering.
"I wanna, wanna cum so bad." You whined, tingles spreading through your pussy.
"Fucking do it, baby. Cum on my face." He flicked his tongue while fucking his fingers up into you. You shook and spasmed in his arms. He was pinning you to the couch, holding your legs open to do his work. You squeezed his fingers, gushing even more.
"Shit, Siri. 'S so much." You bucked harshly and the pleasure intensified painfully. His tongue was dragging through your overstimulated folds. You pushed his head away from your aching pussy, making him whine upsettably. He settled to continue finger-fucking your cunt. You squirmed and moaned.
"That's so fucking hot. Y' little pussy is all sensitive." He cooed, clearly not sympathetic as he continued massaging your walls. You grabbed his wrist, making him stop his movements. He relented, pulling his fingers out before giving a parting lick to your swollen folds. You whined and he chuckled darkly, resting his chin on your tummy to look up at you, pupils blown out. You looked so fucked out his heart clenched.
"Thank you. Thank you." You muttered. Going shy under his gaze.
"Aw, you're welcome sweet baby. You were so good for me. My good girl." He praised, sitting up to pull your mushy form into him. You soaked in his touch greedily, hungry for affection in your post-coital state. "You doing okay, babydoll? Are you cold?"
"No, 'm okay." You muttered into his neck. You sat back on the couch, whining at the wet spot you left on the leather.
"What's wrong, baby?" He asked, looking over your naked form. You looked down shamefully at the shiny spot between your legs. He laughed loudly, stroking your pretty face.
"I made a mess." You said, miserable.
"It's okay, sweet girl." He smiled kindly at you, before kneeling down and licking the spot away. You whined loudly and covered your face. "Aw, you shy? It's okay, I'll clean up my mess." He licked the couch again and you thought you would die on the spot. He just laughed again.
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Prideful
Synopsis: You never thought that Lee Heeseung, the man who had proven you wrong in the subject you were best at, would be fucking you on the classroom floor, but here you were.
Pairings: Heeseung × fem!reader, sort of enemies hate sex, includes Sunoo from Enha, and Soojin
Warnings: Smut with plot in the beginning, MINORS DNI, fluffy in the beginning, mention of food, degradation, praise, fingering, oral (f receiving), sex on the floor, unprotected sex (not for you bubs), rough sex, overstimulation, swearing, Heeseung calls reader princess and doll, open ending my babies have fun with that
A/N: idea came into my brain and I thought I'd forget about it and just added it to my wip list but then I was like NOPE IMMA WRITE THIS SHIT. So this makes my third smut for Heeseung (idk why I'm writing only smut for him) enjoy it y'all
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Jane Austen once wrote an entire fanfic about enemies to lovers, slow burn, and she thought no one would notice. Well almost no one. Nothing ever gets out of the eyes and pens of literature majors does it? Especially not out of hardcore Jane Austen fans like yourself.
You must have analysed that godforsaken piece of literature atleast a thousand times since you recieved it as a gift for your birthday. And every single time, you failed to understand how such a love could be possible. I mean come on, a man and woman who hate each other, falling in love with each other? Either Jane Austen must have been a reincarnation of Aphrodite, or a madwoman who still kept faith in love.
Your heart nearly exploded when your professor had assigned a full fledged essay-presentation, costing half your grade on Pride and Prejudice. "Explore your opinion!" She had called out cheerfully, "Tell me what your heart truly feels about this beautiful piece and I'll give you a full half grade and no assignments for the rest of the semester." The class gasped in excitement at her words as you pretended to be interested. Internally, you were groaning. Wasting half of your night to make a presentation about a book you hold no love for? The universe really was against you. You picked your books up dejectedly and walked towards the entrance, shoulders hunched and music at a higher level of noise than it should have been at.
"Oh shit!" You cursed, dropping your books at the sudden interruption. A flurry of blue wool flooded in your face, as you leaned down quickly to pick up your fallen books and phone. "I'm so sorry." You apologised not looking up at whoever you crashed into. "It's alright." A voice responded back, and you looked up to see him. Lee Heeseung. You had seen him a few times in class, heard him actually. With his pristine glasses, and his woolen sweaters, he was the definition of a movie nerd. He was actually smart, you had to admit, always quick to respond to the questions that you had no idea about. Best in the class after you, according to your professor. Although his choice of literature slightly weirded you out. You often spotted him sprawled out under a tree, holding Pride and Prejudice to his nose, deeply engrossed in taking in each word.
"Is that The Neighborhood you're listening to?" Heeseung asked, as he handed you your phone, which he had picked up before you had the chance to. "Do you have an ear for them?" You asked, taking the phone from him. His hands felt soft, like the first snow when you were eight. Heeseung shook his and chuckled. "I'm more of a Arctic Monkeys person." You smiled awkwardly and shuffled your feet. "To each his own then."
"Macbeth." Heeseung said, before you could escape from the conversation. "I'm sorry?" You questioned, confused at his sudden outburst. "That line's from Macbeth." Heeseung sent another smile your way, pushing his glasses up from his nose, "Polonius says it, 'To each his own'." You felt a pang of jealousy hit your chest. You didn't know where that line was from. Of course, what normal person would know the origin of a common idiom?
"Cool." Your laugh was not without a tint of awkwardness. "Well-" Heeseung shifted his weight from one foot to the other, "Bye then." "Bye." You bid each other goodbye and rushed off in opposite directions, not wanting to be stuck in another neverending loop of conversation.
"Don't tell me you actually talked with The Lee Heeseung." Your roommate Soojin laughed, accidentally smearing some turquoise nail polish onto your thigh. You quickly wiped it off with a tissue before frowning at Soojin. "It's not a big deal." You scoffed, having another slice of pizza, "I mean he's just a guy. Kinda nerdy actually"
Soojin burst out laughing again, this time shutting her nail polish close. She gasped for air as she pulled out her phone and showed you a picture of a what looked like a frat party. "Girl-" she got up from her leaning position, "Nerdy is the worst way to describe Lee Heeseung. I'm telling you-" she picked up the last slice of pizza, "-he's the playboy representative of this college."
"Oh come on." You scoffed again, getting up to go to the bathroom, "Stop joking around." Soojin shrugged her shoulders as you disappeared into the bathroom. "Whatever you say."
The next day, you strolled into your favourite cafe with your laptop, headphones, a copy of Pride and Prejudice, money in your pocket, a sketchbook, and a positive mindset. Always need one to write an essay right? You were thankful that it wasn't raining today like it had been for the past few weeks.
The cafe was mostly empty, with a few medical students drinking coffee to their death, as they always did. You walked up to the counter, where you saw your friend Sunoo, working his shift.
"Y/N hey!" He flashed his bright smile at you, putting down the glass he had been cleaning. "Hey sun." You clapped back, leaning in front of the counter, "The usual please." Sunoo nodded his head and started to prepare your drink. "So I've heard something." He put on his mischievous smile, one that he often wore when he had gossip on his fingers. "Please tell me it's not about that girl from Chem again." You sighed, as he put a coffee cup down in front of you. "No it's about you dumbass." Sunoo scoffed, taking the money you handed him, "I heard you bumped into Lee Heeseung." You let out a groan at his words, and quickly grabbed your drink, going off to sit in the corner. "Yah take your change!" Sunoo shouted after you to which you shouted back, "Keep it! Your broke ass needs it anyway!"
You didn't get the chance to see Sunoo giving you the stink eye, as you plopped down on the comfortable couch and opened up your laptop. You had prepared a few opening lines the night before, since you had learnt that doing half of an assignment on the day of the announcement is better than starting the next day. Whoever wrote that theory needs to clarify it to you, but hey never pass up a good study tip right?
Immersed by the clacking of the keyboard keys and the pretty syllables decorating your page, you were completely absent from the world around you. Until, you heard a familiar voice, which broke you out of your hypoxia.
Heeseung.
What was he doing here?, You thought, not realising that you were basically staring at him. He was dressed in full black today, a leather jacket adorning his broad shoulders. A single earing dangled from his right ear. He still had his glasses on, which were fogged up completely, courtesy to the weather outside. Chatting away sonderly to Sunoo, as Sunoo prepared his drink in a way familiar to you, Heeseung caught your eye. He waved joyfully to you, akin to a child waving to their best friend. You waved back, not aware of the face you were currently making.
"Hey!" Heeseung said, sitting down in the chair next to you, with his drink in hand, "Working up on the Pride and Prejudice thing?" There were atleast a million other seats empty in the cafe. Why did he have to sit next to you? You didn't really realise how handsome he was, until he was sitting face to face with you. The mere sunlight coming in from the windows seemed to illuminate his face well. "Oh yeah I am." You replied, shooting him a smile, "Same thing?" You asked, wanting to keep the conversation going. Heeseung smiled jovially at you and propped his laptop open. "Yep." He replied and glued his eyes to the screen as you went back to your own work. "The Neighborhood again?" He raised an eyebrow, peeking at your open Spotify. You smiled gently and replied, "Arctic Monkeys?" As if ticking a correct answer, Heeseung laughed and showed you his phone where 'Arabella' was playing. A pretty album cover, you thought, subtle and sleek. "To each his own then?" Heeseung said. You nodded and smiled in response, before dropping your head back down to your laptop.
An hour must have passed like this, both of you hypnotised in writing and editing, and downing the refills of coffee Sunoo was providing you with. You stole tiny glances at Heeseung from time to time. Concentration was a good face on him, his eyebrows furrowed, his hands typing away furiously at the keyboard. He didn't talk to you at all, except for the initial hey and hello. But something about the way he spoke to you in the beginning, about the way he asked if you had a pen, and about the way he said 'Hey you have an eyelash on your nose' made your stomach erupt into butterflies.
Heeseung left before you did and before leaving he had extended a hand out to you. "May the best essay win." He spoke, shaking your hand and showing you his smile. God he never stopped smiling did he? His hand was soft, as was his grip on yours. It felt like how your father would hold your hand when you were little on the crosswalk.
"Girl just ask him out." Sunoo called after you as you were about to leave, "The tension between both of you back there was almost poetic." Even though you laughed at Sunoo's quip, and denied the offer, a part of your mind lingered on Sunoo's words and the way Heeseung spoke to you that afternoon.
The days leading upto the hour of the presentation went fast. Too fast almost. Your mind went over your short conversation with Heeseung atleast a million times, sometimes distracting you from typing. You didn't know where all the red bull cans littered across your room came from, but you remember where you threw every single one of them and why. The presentation was perfect. It must have been checked by your eyes atleast a hundred times. Finally, a time was coming when you would be able to express your true feeling about it. Despise and Trouble ran through your veins as you walked up to the board as your professor called on you to present. The class seemed to hold a tight breath to themselves. Everyone knew you, teacher's pet, best at English, known for using the most difficult metaphores in her essays yet having a straightforward point.
"Shall I begin?" You asked your professor who gave a curt nod and leaned back in her chair, an expectant smile plastered on her face. You returned the smile and turned to your classmates, who seemed most interested in your essay.
"Well to begin with, as one does-" humor was always the best way to start off speeches, which was shown by the subtle laughter of the students, "-I would like to say that Pride and Prejudice may be one of the most despised books I have sitting in my bookcase." You heard gasps around the room as everyone started murmerring. Your professor leaned forward in her chair, her mouth pressed tightly to form a thin line. That's good, you thought, a good way to break into their corneas.
"While most people would disagree with me upon this apparent piece of art, I truly believe that this sort of a romance is highly impossible. And no-dont tell me that this is fiction and in the fictious worlds you can quote unquote 'do whatever you want'." The audience held their breaths back as you continued with your rant. Your professor was watching it all with a smile on her face, knowing that she couldn't disagree with you. After all, you had to present your own opinions no matter how opposite they were to everyone else's.
"Well-" you professor stood up from her chair, as you finished your presentation. It had been a 25 minute rant about the book and by now everyone seemed to be meekly looking at their own essays. "That was brilliant Y/N. Truly brilliant." You professor clapped you on the back, "I must say, you have a flair for arguing in a way no one can find counter-attacks. I wonder why you did not choose law as your major?"
"Because there is another argument to be discussed here."
A cold voice rang through the room, as you were about to laugh at the professor's quip. You spun around on your shoes to face the culprit.
Lee Heeseung.
"Heeseung!" Your professor delightfully responded clapping her hands together, "Well why don't you tell us your opinion then? And we'll see if Y/N can fire back." She sat in her chair again, looking positively delighted at the forthcoming, "A battle of the best wits perhaps!"
Heeseung smiled widely and stepped forward to where you were sitting, plopping down on the opposite chair. Your professor had always kept two chairs facing each other in front of her class, for debates, her reason sounded. And now, as you sat in front of Heeseung and his stupidly handsome smirk, you swore you were going to bring him down.
"First of firsts-" Heeseung began, as everyone's attention caught on you. "-your opinion is speaking from a highly biased perspective." "How so?" You fired back, before he could even breathe, "I had already stated in the beginning, about how this cannot be on a biased perspective, since fiction based in actual words cannot be this animated." Heeseung smiled again, which threw you off track a bit. God he's handsome, you thought, too handsome....
"Of course but must I remind you, that this book was perhaps the first out of many to start with the trope of enemies to lovers?" Why were his eyes like galaxies?, "Jane Austen invented an entire trope, which still remains a genius scan of literature to this day. How could you say it's too animated?"
"Yes but-"
"Furthermore-" Heeseung continued, not giving you the chance to breathe, "inventing new tropes does not break this 'law of literature' as you say. Since there was no law of literature to begin with. So please Miss Y/N-" he leaned forward, looking at you with dangerous eyes, "-don't you dare say that Pride and Prejudice is a worthless piece of literature just because it does not have proof of poetry."
The class let out a breath as you sat frozen in your seat. Someone actually breaking your argument was a first for you.
God, his hair. His pretty curly hair.
You didn't realise how long you'd been staring at Heeseung with widened eyes until your professor clapped her hands together again.
"Well then!" She said cheerfully, effectively breaking you out of your stupor, "I believe this goes for grading both of you an A+. Half of your grade is filled you two! Congratulations!" The class broke out into applause as you thanked her and awkwardly shook hands with Heeseung as the bell rang loudly. "Well class I'll be seeing you next time!" Your professor announced, as everyone started filing out. "Oh Y/N, Heeseung a moment please?"
You stopped your feet from stepping out the door and immediately spun around, marching off towards your professor, seeing Heeseung doing the same. "Yes Professor Kim?" Heeseung responded with those stupid puppy eyes of his before you could. Professor Kim smiled gently at both of you, before pulling out her tablet.
"I need a bit of help from both of you. It'll be sort of a favour to you too." She handed you the tablet, which had a sort of letter open on it. Heeseung leaned from behind you, and put his chin on your shoulder, making your stomach feel clammy. He smelled good too, you thought, like fresh paper.
"An event is being hosted by our Dean for all majors." Professor Kim smiled, "Sort of a career booster you could say. We were instructed to pick two students from our classes to have the assignment of checking essays, and documentations and whatnot pertaining to their majors."
"And you chose to pick us Ma'am? I'm flattered." Heeseung chuckled, as Professor Kim laughed to his quip. "Well you two are my best students." She drawled, "So the assignment I'm giving you is-" she pulled out a huge stack of papers from beneath her desk. It shocked you how quickly they appeared out of nowhere, like magic. "-these are all essays collected by last year's class. I want you to go through them, give them a good critic, and grade them according to you. You will personally grade each one, taking each other's help of course,since it's a group project. And it will lend you a helping hand since you'll be getting a certificate which you can use to get into any company you'd like!"
You and Heeseung glanced at each other and we're relieved to see the same excited expression face back at them. This was a rare opportunity, a diamond of the first water you'd say. And you had to grab it, even If that meant it was with a person you despised with your entire being.
"I'll do it Professor!" You replied positively to which Heeseung also nodded frantically as if to say the same thing. "Great!" Professor Kim clapped her hands together again, "Oh and one rule is you two have to work together in this classroom. Since the Dean wants to provide you with an opportunity to see how workplace relationships doon out."
Your heart dropped to your stomach as you heard her words. You, working with Heeseung in an empty classroom? You would rather have praised Pride and Prejudice.
"Here, the keys." Professor Kim handed you and Heeseung a pair of keys, "You can work in the evening if you want. But make sure to complete it as soon as you can alright? Oh and you can skip classes if you want to do this first, since the Dean is prioritising this before anything else." You nodded in response to her instructions and bowed her goodbye as you and Heeseung walked out.
"So-" Heeseung stuffed his hands in his pockets, "You wanna work on this shit tonight?" "Unless you have any other appointments, sure we can work on it tonight." You responded, coldly, not looking at him in the eye. "Alright then." Heeseung scoffed, "Meet you here at 8?" "Alright." The end of your conversation came a little too fast, you thought, but you couldn't stand looking into his pretty little eyes and talking to him, as if he didn't just embarrass you infront of your entire class a few minutes ago. "Y/N wait!" Heeseung called, running up to you, as you were about to exit the building. "What?" You spun around to face him. "Shouldn't we exchange numbers first?" Heeseung handed you his phone, which had his contact list open. "Why? So you can take me out on a date later?" You shot at him. A smirk tugged on the corner of Heeseung lips, but he resisted, not wanting to anger you more. You looked cute when you were angry in his opinion. "No. Maybe incase you were murdered by someone on the way here, I can call you and scold you on why tardiness is a childish thing to do." Heeseung joked. You smiled sarcastically at him as you handed him his phone back, having typed in your number. "Eight o'clock princess don't you forget now."
Tick tock tick. The clock's quiet sons echoed through the empty class. 'Don't forget.' you scoffed, 'And he's the one who's late.' The time on your watch sounded 8:30 and yet Heeseung wasn't here. You had given up waiting for him, and started on the assignment yourself, already finishing two of the army of papers. You were a hard critic, and it clearly showed in the way you were seeping your eyes through the ink.
"Soojin he's late! I can't come back now!" Your roommate had called you, in the midst of your third paper, complaining about a cockroach in the room. "Just call your boyfriend, and don't be such a pussy it won't hurt you." You scoffed at Soojin, whose scared whimpers were heard clearly through the phone.
"How's the checking going?" Soojin asked, having seemingly calmed down. You groaned and leaned back in your chair, wincing at the crack of your backbone. Your back must have become stiff from the amount of time you had been sitting in that chair. You felt pity for your professors for the first time, having finally been in their shoes.
"Heeseung's not here yet and I'm literally so fed up right now." You complained to Soojin, "That handsome bastard told me not to be late, and now look where I am! Asshole seriously." "He'll turn up, cool down Y/N." Soojin soothed you. You heard a sound of crashing in the background and stifled a laugh, assuming that Soojin must have miraculously jumped from one bed to the other. "I told you he's a playboy." Soojin panted through the phone, "Maybe he's busy fucking some poor girl in his frat house." You rolled your eyes at her statement.
"Please." You scoffed, "He couldn't fuck a girl if he wanted to, with the tiny ass cock he has." Soojin let out a raucous laugh from the other side of the phone. "How the fuck do you know he has a tiny cock?" She chuckled. "Intuition baby." You responded, "And my intuition is never wrong."
"Like how it was on the day of our debate?"
A familiar voice again. But this time, the warmth in it wasn't present. You whipped your head around to the door, where Heeseung stood, leaning against the door and smirking. "Soojin I'll call you back." You cut the call, before Soojin could respond.
"Hey." You called out to Heeseung. "Hey." Heeseung shot back, sitting down on the chair in front of you, spreading his legs wide. An involuntary gulp went through your throat. "What were you saying princess?" He leaned forward, his shirt dropping down slightly, "I have a tiny what now?" The dim lighting of the room, made his eyes look dark, and the leather of his black jacket, gleam more. "I- I wasn't saying anything Heeseung." You responded, turning your chair back to the desk, warmth coming up on your cheeks. Heeseung cocked his head to the side and smirked at your flustered state.
"Really princess?" He smirked, edging closer to you. The smell of his cologne filled your nostrils again. His glasses dropped on his nose, and he hadn't even bother to push them back up. "Heeseung just get to work." You sternly responded, trying to keep your cool. How could you though? When he was so close to you, lips almost touching your ear. "For you information-" Heeseung spoke, turning your attention away from the paper you were working on, "-I had a friend who needed a lift to his dorm, so I ran a little late. But you couldn't wait for me could you princess?" He smirked, laying his hand on top of yours, "Just couldn't wait to critique all those papers like the good girl you are." "He-Heeseung." "Shh don't." Heeseung shushed you, "You want to see how tiny of a cock I really have then hmm?"
"Heeseung we shouldn't." You hesitated, feeling your legs warm up. "No one's gonna know, as long as you don't make a noise alright?" He kissed your neck gently, turning your figure to his, still sitting in the chair. "Oh princess, already wet for me?" He chuckled, toying with the button of your shirt. "Heeseung-" you moaned out, quickly unbuttoning your shirt, as Heeseung took off his jacket and threw it on the desk. You pulled back slightly as your mind came to its proper senses. "Where are you going doll?" Heeseung questioned, hands resting on your thigh, squeezing it from time to time, "Don't worry princess, no one's gonna know."
Heeseung brings his lips down to yours in an instant, wasting no time. You gasp at his sudden actions and he takes advantage of that by entering his tongue into your mouth. You grab at his shoulders while he cups your jaw with both of his hands. Your hands reach his hair, softly tugging at the root and you hear him whine. Heeseung sucks on your bottom lip, catching it between his teeth and pulling it back to look at you. You look up at him and he takes your face in his hands.
“You wanna see my cock baby?” Heeseung asks in a teasing tone as he looks down at you. You could feel the throb in his pants press against your legs as you whimper. “Hee please.” You whine, squirming as he places a kiss between your breasts. Heeseung runs his hands up and down the sides of your body. If he was going to fuck you on the classroom floor right there and then, you were going to let him.
“Oh, you're feeling extra polite today huh? Please, Heeseung.” Heeseung mocks you with a tiny laugh. You groan in embarrassment and hide your face with your hands. Heeseung just lets out another laugh and wraps his hands around your wrists, prying them away from your face. He transfers both of your wrists to one hand, holding them over your head as he uses his other hand to trail his fingers down your body.
“Don’t hide your pretty face now, princess.” Heeseung says nonchalantly as he dips a hand inside your leggings and panties to feel your dripping cunt. His glasses were beginning to fog up slightly as he whipped them off of his face, setting them down on the desk. You clench around nothing when you feel his middle finger dip into your wetness and bring it up to your clit, rubbing slow circles around it. You moan softly as Heeseung teases your clit, never taking his eyes off of your face.
Heeseung begins to rub your clit faster, and you buck your hips up into his fingers. You hear him laugh at your eagerness and he presses soft kisses into your neck. Heeseung takes his fingers off of your clit and he snaps the waistband of your trousers against your pelvis.
“Dirty girl. Never thought you'd be like this.” Heeseung says with a smirk and you dumbly nod your head. The sounds of your heavy breathing and your pussy squelching around his fingers make your legs begin to shake.
Heeseung spits on your cunt to lubricate it even more, and that's what makes you come undone. Your cunt clenches around his fingers, sucking them in as he fingers you through your orgasm.
Heeseung takes his time kissing down your body, letting your need and desperation build by the second. He tugs one nipple and then the other into his mouth, suckling at the perky nubs and massaging your areola between his lips. Your hips are trembling with anticipation, the space between your legs aching to feel Heeseung's kiss.
Stars hover over you, or at least, that’s how it feels. Your eyes are closed, awareness cut off to the world around you except the place Heeseung's face is buried. He devours your cunt like a man starved, swallowing you whole. Heeseung doesn’t come up for air; he doesn’t need to, because all he breathes is you. Your back is arched and arms stretched forward, fingers clutching Heeseung’s hair in fistfuls.
Your thighs are shaking, reflexively clamping around Heeseung's’s face. He keeps forcing them open, demanding full access to your cunt, even as you buck and claw and convulse. Your mouth hangs open in a stupor; a thin line of drool trickles down your cheek and connects to the cold floor beneath you.
Heeseung laps at your slit like he’s never tasted you before, like he never will again. His tongue pads between your lips, upward strokes that end with the tip of his tongue flicking your clit with a firm intensity that has you reeling. Tugging at his hair, trying not to scream his name incoherently, you ride out the longest orgasm you’ve ever had. Tears burn the corners of your eyes, stars bursting in the black sky of your vision. Heeseung doesn’t stop licking your cunt till you release his hair.
“M’gonna fuck you now, okay?” Heeseung says sweetly and you nod your head. He runs his hard cock through your folds, and he catches your clit, making you jerk a little. Heeseung slowly begins to push himself into you and you throw your head back against the hard material of the desk.
“Fuck, knew you’d be tight when I felt you around my fingers.” Heeseung grits out, and he continues to push himself into you until he bottoms out. He starts to move at a slow pace, and he whines when you beg him to move faster. “Fucking whore. Bet you think about me fucking you in class don't you?” Heeseung spits out as he pushes himself harder and deeper into your sloppy cunt. You moan at his words, and you try to reply but all that comes out is a pathetic whimper.
“Hee, I’m gonna cum.” You cry out, and you clench around Heeseung's fat cock.
“ Cum for me princess.” Heeseung. moans out, fucking into you so deep, a ring of your cum and his has formed at the base of his cock. You run your fingers through his hair, harshly tugging on it as you come undone at his expense. Heeseung buries his face into your neck as he cums, sucking at your pulse point. You feel his cum shoot into you and it only prolongs your own orgasm.
After a couple minutes of you two catching your breath, Heeseung takes his face out of your neck and plops down in the chair, pulling you onto his lap. You sit there, dazed for a few seconds, burrowing your head in his chest, his heartbeat reminding you where you were.
"Well that was a whirlwind of emotions." He says at last, when you start to stir from your hypnosis, "You good doll?" You nod slightly and feel Heeseung's arms wrap around you, putting you safely down on the chair, as he put his clothes back on, slowly picking up yours as well.
"Heeseung the assignments." You panic, as he puts your shirt back on you. "It's alright princess." He coos at you, wrapping an arm around your waist, "We can do that in the morning. Let's get you home." He guides you slowly out the door. "So-" he smirks, locking the classroom with his key "Same time, same place tomorrow?"
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sanzuballs · 1 year
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theyre the type toooooo….
ft. zoro, luffy, sanji, law, ace, robin, nami
hii guys. this is gonna be real fluffy (mostly) and sweet so hopefully u guys eat this up. have fun reading my bullshit headcannons.
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zoro is the type of guy to come into the room at 12 am after a intense workout and want nothing but your pussy and then to take a nice shower after.
“zoro? is that you?” he replied with a grunt and grabbed you while peppering your face with kisses. “youre all sweaty, baby.”
“kay then let me fuck you then we can take a shower together, please?”
luffy is the type of guy to talk about your guys’ sex life to others on accident. hes just so proud to be with you.
“this would totally taste better if y/n let me eat it off her. oh! like she did last night!” he’d chirp aloud.
“LUFFY!!”
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sanjis the type of guy to try not to admit his dirty thoughts when hes alone with you.
“sanji do you want me to start moving?” you said as you sat on his thigh with your arms around him.
“what?! you can do anything you’d please. i dont care what you do i want you to be happy! why would you think that?!” he’d spurt out.
ace is the type of guy to fall asleep right after sex with his cock still in you.
“fuck, ace you always do this.” you smiled as his sweaty body held you close to him. you were unable to move from his tight grip. it kept his cock snug in your pussy.
his face was too peaceful and cute so you just sank in.
law is the type of guy to make it so obvious he had a boner while trying to hide it.
“lawww!! do you like this dress?” you smile at him with your new small dress on.
“its so damn small.” he just decides to take a seat and set his hat down right ontop the fly of his jeans.
“law. i know you like it.”
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robin is the type of woman to let you do whatever makes you happy. for example, if you want to cuddle on her boobs then go ahead, if you want to sleep inbetween her thighs then go ahead.
“robin im so tired but cant find i good place to rest on the bed.” you said as you shuffled around the bed.
“come here then.” she grabs you and your head hits her plush tits.
nami is the type of girl to seriously do anything for you.
“y/n? are you okay? you seemed a little down today.” she grabbed your shoulder. you turned around then gave her a smile.
“yeah i just got a headache today.” you replied.
“oh, do you wanna take a bath or nap?” she asked.
“im okay nami, thank you!” you smiled at her.
then you found the luffy and ussop and chopper with big welts on their head from nami punching them for being “too loud for y/n.”
monster trio again bc im inlove w them
zoro is the type of guy get jealous easily.
“that damn bartender couldnt keep his eyes off you.” he said as you guys left the bar.
“zoro you know im only yours.” you smirk at him in your tipsy state.
“y/n! you-u know what saying! i just dont.. um like sharing, okay??!” he turns away while blush covers his face.
luffy is the type of guy to overstimulate you so bad.
“luffy, you said that was the last one.” you whined as he rammed into your overstimulated pussy.
“im sorry baby. i love when you tighten around me so much. you know that right?” he smiles at you.
you couldnt even hear him as you were on the verge of passing out.
sanjis the type of guy that you would just napping in your bed with a pair of your panties in his hands.
“sanji?” you found a lump of a man in your bed. he was definitely out but in his hands you saw a pair of your favorite panties.
“you perv.” you smiled as you got into the bed with him.
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this was so funnnnnn <3
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kalystatheevil · 5 months
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scaramouche is observing you, amused. you've been shamelessly staring at him from across the room for the past half an hour, like a baby seeing a stranger for the first time. "come," he says, and pats his lap.
cw: heavy voyeurism, intoxicated reader, dom!scara, fem!reader, noncon elements (but reader is horny af), 18+
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heizou, aether, kazuha and childe look up to watch you walk towards him while continuing their conversation. after the party died down, they were lounging around on the sofas, talking in low voices.
scaramouche grabs your hips to pull you on top of him without hesitation, making you straddle one of his thighs. your cunt throbs hotly, pulling at your belly. a little shift, a little friction - instinctual, to find relief.
"ah… that's what i thought." scaramouche smirks. "not surprising after you kept fucking me with your eyes."
"scara... she's really fucked up. i don't think..."
"come on." scaramouche interrupts, relaxed. "ride my thigh so everyone can watch."
you must be dreaming. his ethereal blue eyes are so close now, seeing you, only you. your body starts moving all on its own, craving. It's bliss. slick seeps through your panties, your lips part to gasp, allowing mewls to pass.
it feels so good. his thigh is firm and eyes are tingling on your skin. you feel like you're watching yourself, rutting so pathetically on the thigh of someone so painfully beautiful.
"tell me, angel," scaramouche mumbles close to your ear, voice thick with lust. one of his hands rests on the small of your back, caressing it warmly. "how about i stuff your needy hole with my fingers, mh?"
you gasp, tingling. yes. yes.
no conversations are held anymore. in the dimly lit room, only your gasps and moans are heard next to the soft ambient music as you ride his fingers, dizzy from substances and pleasure.
"clench," he commands, and you obey. twinging pressure sears through you, so deep and intense that it makes you want to whimper, plead. "let it out… haha… let it out, baby."
the pleas tumble from your lips like marbles. he laughs, breathless, as you seek your own release on his fingers, caressing and stroking your insides. when you falter, he thrusts them up with his leg, so hard that you feel it in your entire body.
you come with intense shaking. time stops, zaps of pleasure chasing you as you slump against scaramouche. slick slides down the sides of his bare thigh, where his dark shorts rolled up.
nobody speaks. cocks find their way back into pants. some kindly avert their eyes.
a strand of your hair glides through scaramouche's fingers. "i like you, y/n." he watches it get caught on the wetness that's still on his fingers. his other hand never moved away from your waist.
"i think i'll keep you."
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honeeslust · 5 months
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Choso | our sweet emo boy
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It’s the way he needs your kisses, your teeth tugging at his lower lip, your mouth sucking on his neck.
It’s the way the softness of your touch would get his heart racing.
It’s the way that even just the sound of your voice is enough to get him bricked up.
It’s the way you would take your time teasing him because he’s just so sensitive, every time your lips touch his body he whimpers for you.
It’s the way you ride his face after he begged you to sit on it. You’d be tugging at those pigtails and pushing against the bridge of his nose while he tasted you. The harder you pulled the more he moaned right into your core, sucking you’re sweet slit and toying with your clit.
It’s the way he would drink from your water falls and force his face even deeper until you forgot how to fucking breath
HEAR ME OUT…
It’s the way he can literally fill you up. Even the blood that surges there can be controlled. He’ll swell inside you giving you all that you could handle. But don’t run, it just makes him want to fold you up fuck you deeper.
It’s the way he fucks you meaner when he knows your close, the cute emo boy can’t help but get a little rude. What with the way you call out to him how much you like taking it.
From The honey pot 🍯
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Kaz Brekker Master List
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Smut - *
Main master list
Shadow and Bone/Six of Crows Masterlist
Touch
Rules*
Lust*
Ketterdam
Wanted
Desire*
Just For Tonight
Red*
Labyrinth
Day One*
Painkiller
Barrel’s Goddess
Bejewelled
Sober Thoughts
You Are Done For
Forbidden Fruit*
Punishment*
Gloves*
Caught*
Frustrating
Hush, Hush*
Be My Hands*
Untouchable
Sir*
Perused Pleasure* (Part 2*)
Vanitas
Significant Annoyance*
Intimate*
Gambles*
Baby Steps (Part 2*)
Gentle*
In Too Deep*
So Good*
Just A Pawn
You Were Always In Plain Sight
When The Sun Goes Down*
Blackmail
Nicknames
Dream A Little Of Me
Ownership*
Guilty Pleasure
Three Taps
Inevitable
Better?*
Exposed*
Aleviation*
Dirty Hands*
Dive Into The Waves Below
Blueprints*
Touch*
Not An Investment
Idiots
Of Kings
Something About Strays
Ripped At Every Edge
Three Moments
Enamoured*
Useful Skills
All Around Me* .
Take It Slow .
Crush .
You Could Have Just Said So .
Useful Skills - Part 2: Price To Pay .
Stray .
Sweet Dreams .
Blood On Your Lies .
Dense .
Come* .
Everything .
When It’s Cold, I’d Like To Die .
With Out You On My Mind .
To Love Another .
Stubbornness*
Normal Morning In The Crow Club*
It’s Done*
Before I Loose Myself*
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megantrancyfanfics · 2 years
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Don’t look at me | Giyuu Tomioka x Female Reader smut
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Warning: choking, hickies, fingering, Cunnilingus, overstimulation, DOM Giyuu, pet name used: “love”, cream pie.
Minors and ageless blogs DNI
Notes: this picture makes me feel some type of way and I wanted to share it with y’all too. Credit to whoever made it!
Enjoy🌊
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Giyuu had been away for a few days on a mission, it has been the longest mission he was sent out on since the two of you got together. The day he came home, it was storming. The rain was coming down hard, soft thunder made sound through your quiet home. You had been curled up on the couch, watching it rain when the door slid open, revealing your love completely drenched.
“Ah! Giyuu!” You exclaimed excitedly with a gasp, running over to your beloved boyfriend and hugging him, not minding that your clothes were now getting wet.
“Y/n..” Giyuu huskily said, that made you look up at him before you could even process what was happening. The only thing you processed was your back hitting the wall, the pictures of you and Giyuu hanging on the wall made a thump sound, giyuu’s hand gently squeezing the sides of your neck. “Please..forgive my rudeness my love I just can’t handle it anymore..I’ve missed you so much..more than I can explain..” he starts before leaning down and capturing your lips with his. The kiss started out passionate, but once Giyuu moved his hand away from your neck, to under your shirt to play with your breasts, the kiss deepened. His tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. You could feel how desperate he was to touch every inch of you.
He pulled away, only to kiss down your jawline to your sweet spot on your neck, once he found it, he pulled on your nipple, making you let out a moan. “Your moans are always as beautiful as you are” he mumbles against your skin before going back to leaving a beautiful little hickey on your skin. Once he’s satisfied with his hickey, he moves onto the other side of your neck. His hand leaving your breast and traveling down to your pants, and sliding into both your pants and your panties. He pulled away from your neck, only to lock eyes with yours as he slid 2 fingers into your already wet cunt.
Your eyes rolled into the back of your skull as you threw your head back, mouth agape to let out another sweet moan. “Oh my god.” You whined.
“You’re so tight.” He said curling his fingers upwards to hit that spot that makes you see stars. You hold onto his wrist as moans escape your puffy lips. “You can hold onto my wrist as much as you want but I’m not stopping until you cum on my fingers.” He huskily says, scissoring his fingers into you, making your chest rise and fall faster than normal as your peak comes close.
“G-giyuu..” you moan out, trying to warn him that your about to cum. He bite his lip. “Don’t say my name like that you know what your voice does to me.”
As you go to say his name again, you tighten your grip onto his wrist as your orgasm washes over you. Giyuu’s fingers instantly being coated in your slick. He pulled them out, only to quickly clean them with his tongue. He grabbed your hand and quickly walked to your shared bedroom. Both his and your clothes ripped off the second you two stepped foot into the room. He softly threw you onto the bed, only to quickly crawl in between your legs. He once again locked eyes with you as he kitten licked your puffy clit.
Your legs shook, still sensitive from your previous orgasm. Giyuu wanted nothing more than to overstimulate you. His tongue going back and forth from your cunt to your clit, only to suck on your clit most of the time, making you cream.
Your thighs tight around giyuu’s face as he slurps up your cream before sucking hour clit once again. Your legs shake as you tighten your grip in the water hashira’s messy raven hair. “I’m going to cum” you manage to whine out between moans. In response, Giyuu only shoved his face more into your cunt, this time humming to add vibrations. With a gasp you came, Giyuu happily licked it up before standing up, and rubbing his cock between your slick folds.
Oh how it turned him on and fascinated him how wet you got for him. Your slick covering even a little bit of your thighs. Your cunt white with your cream mixed with giyuu’s precum. At times like these he hates having a sensitive tip, once he shoved it into your warm, wet, gummy tight walls, he let out a moan, already wanting to fill you up with his seed.
“Oh Giyuu” you moaned out, locking eyes with his. You felt his cock twitch inside of you, his face flushed red. If Giyuu didn’t feel like he could cum over your tight cunt, the sight in front of him made him want to. You laid in front of him, nipples perky, cheeks red, little droplets of sweat littered your skin. Your body trembled from being over sensitive, and your face showed how fucked out you were, along with how much pleasure you were feeling with his thick, veiny cock stretching your tight pussy out in the best way.
Giyuu pulled almost entirely out, only leaving his swollen angry mushroom tip inside, before roughly shoving his whole cock back inside, making both of you moan. His thrust were on the slower side, as he focused more on how deep he could go. “D-don’t look at me like that..don’t say my n-name like that you know what you do to me a-and I want to savor this moment” he said between grunts.
His pace began to speed up, making you leave rings of white cream on his cock before eventually completely coating his entire cock and balls with your cream. Your eyes traveled down to his abdomen that was completely coated in your slick.
“Giyuu you feel so fucking good oh Giyuu I want you to fill me up with your cum I want all of it please”
You watched Giyuu bite his lip before folding you into the mating press, his cock bullying the tip of your cervix.
Neither of you could warn the other as your orgasms washed over the two of you faster than either of you anticipated.
Giyuu’s cock twitching inside of you before he pulled out. Flipping you onto your side.
He captured your lips again before pulling back, his eyes going down to your cunt to watch a mixture of yours and his cum leaking out. Giyuu quickly pushed it back in with his once again hard cock. You let out a tired moan.
“Forgive me my love, but I’m not done yet. I want you to milk my cock.”
End🌊
Sorry for it being kinda short I hope y’all still enjoy 💙
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samandcolby-ownme · 5 months
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Summary: anon request - "sam and colby making a sex tape with reader?!?!"
Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex, double penetration, fingering, oral (all rec), hair pulling, rough actions, dirty talk, pet names, creampies, filth
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"What are you doing lately, miss y/n?" Michelle asks as she crosses her leg over her other, leaning back to sip her drink.
You glance up at Sam and Colby, who are smiling and laughing while talking with their friends.
You look back to your friend, "Oh you know, just the usual adventuring and YouTubing."
She smiles and nods, "Yeah I just seen you surpassed three million." She holds her glass out and you clink yours with hers. She takes a sip, pointing to you, "I'm proud of you."
You smile, "Thank you. It hasn't been easy, but we're getting somewhere."
"And another round of tequila shots for this table." The waitress says setting down the tray and everyone cheers, already slightly drunk.
"Thank you!" You say taking your shot glass, "What are we cheersing to?"
"To y/n. For making to three million." Colby winks at you and you can feel the heat in your cheeks rising and it doesn't help when Sam looks at you with his smirk, "To y/n."
"No.. no.. there's no-"
"To y/n." They all cut you off, clinking their small glasses before taking them. A few people let out a groan and you laugh as you suck on your lime wedge.
"Oh my god. I love this song." Michelle gets up, "Come dance with me!" You look down at your empty glass, "Let me get a refill and I'll meet you out there."
She nods and runs over with a few of the other girls, dancing and singing as they do.
You look up and Sam and Colby are staring at you, "Yes?"
They shake their heads and Colby scoots down in the booth to sit in front of you, "Just admiring how good our girl looks." He winks and nods down, "I'll get you a drink."
You smile, "Thank you."
Sam moves down, "He's right. You look fantastic, babe."
"Sam." You whisper leaning in, "Careful."
He rolls his eyes, "Please. They're all drunk, they don't care." You smirk, glancing over at the rest of the group laughing and taking more shots, "You're right."
You, Sam and Colby all talked and agreed to keep your relationship as secret as possible, mainly because you weren't sure how everyone would react to you guys being a thruple.
You didn't think your friends would care, they'd be asking questions for sure, but Sam and Colby's fan base, along with yours, you just weren't sure yet.
You didn't really care what they thought, normal was so fucking overrated anyway. It was more or less you didn't want Sam and Colby to lose viewers for it, that was important to them.
You look over and lean over slightly as Colby extends his arm out, drink in hand, "Here you go, my love."
You smile, "Thank you." You take a sip, "Mm. This is delicious."
He sits down next to Sam, "Thought you'd like it." He slides Sam drink over to him and sighs, "Thought you were going to dance?"
You glance over at Michelle and the others and sigh, "Yeah, I probably should." You stand up, resting your hands flat on the table, "I know I'm reaching my limit soon."
"How come?" Colby smirks leaning in. You look over at him, leaning in closer to both him and Colby, "Because I'm starting to wonder why we aren't having sex yet."
You bite your lip, slowly pushing yourself up off the table.
"Yeah I'm starting to wonder that myself." Sam brings his glass to his lips and Colby nods, "Mhm." You smirk, laughing as you grab your drink, "Later."
You walk over, dancing as you walk up to your friends. Soon enough, you find yourself being drug up to the bar, your friends egging you to take more shots, and you do.
You slam the fifth one down, waving your hands as you laugh, "No, no. No more." You shake your head, "I'm good."
"Oh come on, y/n! It's a special night." Michelle shakes your arm slightly and you smirk, sighing, "Fine. One." You hold up one finger, "I mean one more."
"Yes! Okay!" She waves to the bartender and he walks over, "I need.." she looks around to make sure everyone is still there, "Five more tequila shots please."
He nods and walks away to get them and Michelle turns to you, "So how does it feel?"
You look up at her from your bar stool, "How does what feel?"
"You know.. getting to hang out with Sam and Colby all the time?" She sips her drink and raises her eyebrows, "You know lots of girls would kill to be in your position."
You laugh slightly, "I mean, I've known them for a while." You shrug, "It's always something new."
"Now.." she laughs slightly and sighs, "I have to ask.."
You close your eyes, biting down on the inside of your lip because you know where this is going.
"Are you.. you know.." she leans in, glancing back at them before looking back at you, "Seeing either one of them?"
"Oh my god, Michelle." You roll your eyes and the bartender sets the glasses down, "Here you go."
"Thank you." You grab yours, taking it before sucking on the lime wedge.
"You didn't answer me." She nudges you, "Come on. I'm your best friend."
"And you're also very.. very drunk. So on that note." You finish the drink in your tall glass and set it down, "I'm heading home."
You go to stand up and she grabs you, "We're not done talking about this, missy."
You laugh and nod your head, "okay."
You walk over to the booth Sam and Colby are at, leaning down between them, "Take me home."
They both turn to look at you and they both nod, "Gladly."
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The ride home was kinda quiet, all but Sam and Colby talking to the Uber driver.
"Yeah, I've followed you guys since the beginning. I recently just subscribed to y/n. I think her content is pretty good too."
"I basically do the same stuff they do, just without the man power." You giggle and they all laugh. Kellin, the driver, shakes his head, "I think that's pretty badass."
Colby's hand brushes against your leg at the subtle flirting that's happening on Kellin's end and you lay your hand on his, "Yeah, when I'm not doing my own stuff, I'm with these two on their channel."
Sam chuckles and shakes his head, mumbling under his breath, "Can't get enough of us."
"What was that?" Kellin asks leaning back more and Colby laughs, "This is our stop."
"Oh, alright. Pleasure to meet you guys." He looks back, "Congrats on three mill, y/n." He smiles and you nod, "Thank you for driving us home."
"Anytime." He winks and you see Colby clench his jaw before he gets out, helping you out behind him. He shuts the door with a slam and Sam walks around the back to meet you guys before heading up to the house.
"That guy was so fucking thirsty for your attention, babe." Colby laughs and sighs, "times like that are when I wish I could just.." he grabs your throat, holding you still so he can crash his lips onto yours.
You grip his biceps, kissing him back until Sam cuts it short, "Can we maybe move this party inside?"
You laugh against Colby's lips, "Of course, honey." You squeeze him arm as you walk by him, setting your bag down on the couch.
You turn around, and watch as Colby shrugs his jacket off. Sam pulls his hoodie up over his head. They both lay them over the back of the couch as you sit down on it, "So."
"So." They both say as they move in to kiss each side of your neck. You tilt your head back and shrug your cropped jacket that's draped over your shoulders, off.
"I had an idea." You whimper as you drag your hands up their chests, "A good idea actually."
"What's your good idea, baby?" Colby slides his hands down and across your waist, "we'd love to know."
Sam rests his forehead against your temple and you smirk, "Go get the camera." Sam lifts his head and looks at Colby, "Fuck yeah."
Sam races upstairs into the office to grab it. Colby moves to stand between your knees, holding onto your waist, "dirty girl."
"Just want something to look back on when you guys are away." You bite your lip as you look up at him and he groans lowly, "Well give you something."
Sam comes back down, "Alright. Where do you wanna start?" You slide down off the back of the couch, "follow me." You walk over to the steps and you hear the camera click on.
You smirk as you turn around, looking down at the camera. Sam moves it up and down, showing you off, "Can't wait to get you out of that tiny little skirt."
"Been teasing us all fucking night." Colby adds as he walks up, pulling you with him up the steps. Sam follows behind, and you make your way to the bedroom.
You pull Colby to you, pushing him back onto the bed so you can straddle him. You reach out for Sam, grabbing his hand once he lays it in yours and pull him to you as well.
He hands the camera to Colby and Colby films you on top of him. Your skirt riding up to reveal those slutty little panties sitting between your legs that are soaked.
Moving over to capture the slow, heated make out that has you pulling at Sam's shirt. He leans back, lifting the shirt over his head and tossing it before moving back in for more.
"Fuck. That's so hot." Colby groans, raising his hips slightly. You moan against Sam's lips as you grind against Colby's cock in his jeans.
"That feel good?" Colby asks and you nod as you pull away from Sam, "Yes."
"You know what would feel better, baby?" Sam whispers as he slides his hand down your body, pulling your skirt up more, "If you sat on his cock for him."
Colby hands the camera to Sam and you move off of him onto your knees slowly taking what little clothes you had on, off while Sam recorded you, hyping you up as Colby stood next to him.
"Fuck, yeah baby. Take it off for us." Sam whispers, "You're so fucking sexy."
You giggle as you toss the black bandeau top at them and Sam zooms in your jiggling boobs, "You have such nice tits, babe."
You smile, covering your face as you laugh slightly, "Sam."
"What?" He laughs, "I'm just being honest, now move those arms, we wanna see."
You move your arms, hooking your thumbs into the band of your skirt but Colby stops you, "Mm. Leave that on. Just take off your panties."
You nod, confused, but you reach up under, hooking your fingers into the band of your underwear before pulling them down to above your knees.
You sit back watch as Colby takes the camera. Sam moves onto the bed, sliding his up your legs and grabbing a hold of your panties to pull them down.
He tosses them aside and grabs your ankles, spreading your legs apart. You move your skirt up to around your hips before you lean back, resting on your elbows.
"Look at the way he's looking at you, baby." Colby moves up by your head, "He wants to devour you."
You look from Colby to Sam and bite your lip, staring into Sam's eyes, "please..baby."
A smirk grows onto Sam's face and he nods towards Colby, "Give him something to." He winks and slides his hands up the outside of your thighs to your hips, gripping them as he shifts around to lay on his stomach.
You work at undoing Colby's jeans, pushing them down so you can free his cock from his boxers. Colby groans as your hand wraps around him, pumping slowly.
"Fuck.." he breathes out and holds the camera on the scene, "Use your mouth baby. I love it when you use that pretty little mouth."
Sam presses little kisses along the inside of your thigh until he reaches your pussy. He licks a strip up to your clit, closing his lips around it.
You moan out as you lean in to take the head of Colby's cock into your mouth. Colby holds the camera as steady as he possibly can on you sucking his cock, moving it to Sam eating your pussy every so often.
You work your way down, moaning around Colby as Sam's tongue plunges deep into you.
"F-fuck, baby. Yeah, shit. That's it." Colby groans, laying a hand on the back of your head, "Just.. like that just like that."
You pull off, tilting your head back as you clench around Sam's tongue, "Fuck, fuck fuck." You stroke Colby's cock, moaning out as you cum on Sam's face.
"Good girl, baby. Good fucking girl." Colby groans and points to the camera to Sam as he sits up, "How's she taste, Sam?" 
Sam smirks and nods, "scrumptious as always." He takes the camera from Colby and Colby pulls you up, "Come here, baby girl."
You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him as he pulls you closer by pressing his hands to your back. He bends you back, laying you down as he hovers his body over yours, lips still connected with yours.
"Same thing but with Sam, yeah?" He says lifting his head up. You nod, panting as he kisses down your body.
Your eyes roll back as Colby sucks on your clit, nipping gently. Sam moves up next to you, recording Colby as he throws your legs over his shoulders.
"Tell us how it feels, baby." Sam brushes his hand over your boob, pinching and twisting your nipple, "does it feel good?"
"So.. so fucking good." You open your eyes, moaning out as you lean up to undo Sam's jeans, doing the same thing you did to Colby.
You tilt your head back, gasping as you feel Colby slip two fingers into you, "Shit." You clench around them as you pull Sam's boxers down his thighs, "Fuck, fuck, Colby."
You wrap your hand around Sam's cock and he pushes his hips forward. You part your lips, wrapping them around the head of his cock.
He groans lowly, "F-fuck, baby." He lays a hand on the back of your head, tangling his fingers into your hair as he slowly moves your head up and down.
Your eyes roll shut as the overwhelming pleasure feeling of having a back to back orgasm takes over.
"You're so fucking good at this." Sam lets go of your hair and you bob your head, moaning around him as you cum around Colby's fingers.
"Fuck, fuck." Sam groans and moves his hips back, pulling his cock from your mouth, "You only get better at that."
Sam moves the camera down to film Colby finger fuck you through your high. You're whimpering, moaning, and arching your back off the bed while your heels dig into his back.
Your back meets the mattress as Colby pulls his fingers out and leans up. He brings his fingers to your lips and Sam records your wrapping your lips around them. You swirl your tongue, moaning as you suck yourself from his fingers.
"So fucking pretty." Sam brushes his fingers over your jaw and hands the camera to Colby when he takes his fingers from your mouth.
Sam stands up to discard his clothes fully, then lays his body on yours. You feel his cock rub against you, “Sam.”
“What baby?” Sam kisses your jaw line down your neck as you whimper, “Please.”
Sam looks over at Colby, smirking at the camera as he leans up to his knees, “Please what baby?”
“I want you..” you move your hips, staring up at him, “I need you.”
“She needs you, Sam.” Colby says moving the camera up and down your body slowly, “Give her some.”
Sam bites his lip as he slowly pushes his cock into you. Colby records your face as it scrunches up with pleasure and you moan, “Yes, yes.”
“That what you wanted, babe? Hmm?” Colby runs his thumb over your bottom lip and you wrap your lips around it, moaning quietly as Sam starts to slowly thrust in and out of you.
Colby pulls his thumb out and you moan, “y-yes.”
Sam grips the shirt that’s around your waist, groaning as he tilts his head back, “Shit.”
Colby moves the camera down, focusing on Sam’s cock going in and out of you, “So fucking hot.” Colby moves down to plant his lips on yours, swallowing every moan that comes from your lips.
Sam slides a hand up, gripping one of your boobs as he slows his thrusts down, “I need to stop or my night will be cut short.” He chuckles as he pulls his cock from you and you whimper at the loss.
Sam takes the camera from Colby and Colby moves to lay next to you, “C’mere, baby girl.” He guides you to straddle him and you sink down onto his cock with a gasp, nails leaving crescent marks on his abdomen.
Sam sets the camera on the stand next to the bed, angled perfect to capture all three of you. He moves up next to you, kiss your neck as you move up and down on Colby’s cock, “You look so hot riding his cock.”
“So fucking good at this.” Colby moans as his fingers dig into your thighs, “Such a beautiful fucking sight.”
Sam grabs your skirt, assisting with lifting you up and down, “You’re such a little slut for us.” He nips your ear, groaning as you reach down to grab his cock, stroking him as you lay your head back on his shoulder, “you know exactly how to treat us.”
You clench around Colby’s cock and Colby shakes his head, “Hold it baby. You’re gunna cum with us when we’re ready.”
You nod once, squeezing your eyes shut as Sam sucks on your neck, pinching your nipple with his fingers, “You can do it, baby. I know you can.”
“Sam.. give me the camera..” Colby extends an arm out towards it and Sam moves to grab it, handing it to him before moving to his place behind you.
Colby records you bouncing on his cock while Sam slides a hand down to rub your clit, “I know we make it hard, but don’t cum yet.”
“Fucking beautiful.” Colby moans and zooms in on his cock going in and out of your pussy, “Sh-shit.” Colby sits up slightly, “How do you wanna finish.”
He reaches up and tilts your chin down so you can look at him, “How do you wanna finish, baby?” He repeats and you smile slightly, “I want you both.”
Colby’s eyes move to Sam’s and Sam smirks, “You heard her.” Colby nods, “I sure did.”
Sam moves to sit with his back against the headboard, “you can either set the camera down somewhere or whatever..”
Colby nods, moving to set it up somewhere while Sam directs you on how to sit, basically reverse cowgirl, but Sam move down a little bit and you’re laying with your back on his chest.
You bring your legs up and Colby moves in front of you, standing over you looking over your body, “Hold on.” He reaches over, grabbing the camera.
Sam reaches down grabbing his cock and slaps it against your ass a few times, “Colbs, some spit please.”
Colby chuckles and nods before leaning forward to spit. You bite your lip as you feel it run down over your ass and Sam rubs his cock in it.
Colby records the process of Sam slowly pushing into you, moving up to your face as you pant, moaning out with a little bit of pain and pleasure combined.
“You okay, baby?” Sam asks in whisper as he moves to hold your legs up by the back of your knees.
You nod, “y-yes. Yes.”
“Taking him so good baby.” Colby presses his thumb to your clit, gently rubbing circles as Sam slowly pulls his cock out and thrusts back in.
Your moans fill the room, and they’re loud.
“That’s it baby, let em out.” Colby groans as he watches the scene in front of him, “Fuck, let me in there.” Sam slows his thrusts down, leaving you whimpering as Colby slowly slips his cock into your pussy, “Fucking hell.”
He angles the camera down by his side, capturing the moment.
You lay your hands on Sam’s, digging your nails into the top of his hands, “Fuck, fuck fuck.”
“Taking us so fucking well baby.” Sam kisses your head, “Almost done, okay?”
You nod and arch your back slightly, becoming a complete mess as they start to thrust into you.
You can fight it anymore. You clench around both of them, screaming out as you cum. Colby pushes your thighs back a little more with his one hand, moaning out as you cum around him.
“Shit.” He groans lowly, “I-I’m gonna fucking cum.” He digs his fingers into your thigh and tries to hold the camera steady as he fills you.
Sam is quick to follow.
You moan out as you feel them both twitching inside of you, whimpering as you relax from your own high,
Colby leans up, breathing heavy as he watches you, “Y/n, baby. You alright?”
You slowly lift your head, giving him a smile, “Never better.”
Colby bites his lip, nodding as he moves the camera to where you guys are still commenced, “Ready?” You take a deep breath, “Yeah.”
He nods and slowly pulls out. He groans lowly as he watches his cum spill out and roll down towards Sam cock that’s still inside of you, “Fuck. Sam you’ll have to watch this.”
“Oh trust me. I want to.” Sam slowly lifts you as he pulls out himself, and Colby sucks in air as you push out Sam’s cum for him, “Fuck, baby.”
You giggle quietly, sighing as you roll off of Sam. He leans over, “I’ll go get the shower started, hang tight.” He places a kiss to your lips and you nod, “Okay.”
Colby sets the camera down and lays next to you, “You okay?” He brushes hair from your face and you lay a hand on his cheek, “I’m sure I’ll feel it tomorrow.”
He chuckles and nods, “Yeah, that’s why I’m not going to let us watch it for a few days. Because I’m sure when we do..” he raises his brows and you laugh, “Oh I know.”
Sam comes back in, laying behind you, “You okay?” You nod, turning your head towards him, “Yes, baby.” He kisses your cheek, “Okay. Shower is ready.”
You slowly sit up and swing your legs off the bed, “Better hope that doesn’t get mixed in with your usual footage.” You laugh and look at them.
Colby’s eyes go wide, “Oh god, we’d have to fucking tweet something along the lines of um, hey guys, so that wasn’t your normal footage.. sorry for the.. the.. I don’t even know what we’d say.. I’d delete my accounts.. go rogue.” He laughs, “Colby Brock who?”
You laugh and look at Sam, “not if we uploaded it to the right website.” You wink and get up to walk to the bathroom.”
.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.
I feel like this was short, but also really good so that makes up for it. I hope you enjoyed!
Likes and reblogs are appreciated!
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ultraviol6nced · 6 months
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Hello!! I have an idea for a fic! Ethan is y/n’s brothers bestfriend and one day y/n accidentally sends her nudes to Ethan? You can carry it on from there <3
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OOPS! — ETHAN LANDRY📸
SUMMARY: ethan landry is your brother’s bestfriend. you guys exchanged numbers just for the sake of looking after each other and for safety, because you trusted him. but one day.. you accidentally exchange messages with the wrong person.
GENRE: smut
warnings: exchange of nudes, dirty talk
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you were lowkey a bit of a hoe and you never really turned down anyone when they asked for nudes.
you enjoyed sending pictures actually. you loved pleasuring people over the phone with your perky tits and butt. you loved it, you loved it all.
you had many people that you needed to send nudes to. but your dms were mixed up with the people you don’t send your nudes too.
you thought that ethan was another one of your costumers so you decided to pose for a few pictures, sending them all to ethan.
ethan.landryy: hey y/n.. what the hell? is that u?
your eyes widened when you saw the text message appear. have you sent the wrong person nudes?
y/n: no? wdym?
you tried to act clueless. your heart was pounding so fast. you knew that ethan would report this to your brother in no time.
ethan.landryy: no it is you. are you naked? wtf??
you wanted to end it right there and then. you made the wrong decision. it was either you killed yourself or your brother killed you.
y/n: pls don’t tell my brother plsssss..
you begged desperately. you knew that ethan was a closed off person and sending nudes was such a bad idea.
ethan.landryy: i won’t. but can i ask you a favor?
you would do anything at this point to not get caught or ratted out.
y/n: of course.
ethan.landryy: i wanna see you by tomorrow. you already know why.
you didn’t know why. there wasn’t anything serious between you two so there wasn’t any good reason to meet up at a random time.
ethan.landryy: you never rlly know how much i want you. but i wanna show you.
your eyes widened. he wanted you? you really wanted him for some reason but you never had time to fully think it through.
y/n: really?
was all that you could say. you felt dumbfounded.
ethan then sent a photo of his hard red throbbing cock, standing up proud and tall. your pussy as throbbing at the sight of it.
ethan.landryy: can we exchange nudes too?
your eyes lit up. you needed this. you really do.
y/n: yes. and wdym by tomorrow?
ethan.landryy: you know why.
y/n: what???
he left you on seen after, leaving you alone with many thoughts and feelings.
(i was sooo lazy but i tried. school is draining me but should i make a pt.2 for this?
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sorrowsofsilence · 28 days
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Nightmares • Sebastian
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Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Fem!reader (oneshot)
Words: 2.1k
Warnings: Smut 18+ (fem!fingering, male!receiving, explicit language)
Prompt: You wake up from a nightmare, and your friend Noah finds a way to keep it off your mind.
Authors note: I know this prompt was requested a while ago, but I finally got it out hehehHEHEHE
Tags: @sammyjoeee @cookiesupplier @th4t-em0-k1d @dsireland86 @whenthesummerdies @spicywhenspeaking @gretaswhore28 @veronicaphoenix @lma1986 @calleyx13 @somewhere-diamond @talialovesmiw @auratheopossumwitch @blackveilomens @skulliecadaver-blog @silentglassbreak @darkmxgician
(some tags are from older one shots, so if you want on or off the tag list pls let me know! :3)
THIS IS A FANFICTION USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THESE PEOPLE WOULD DO THE THINGS IN THE STORY OR ACT THE WAY THEY DO IN THE STORY IN REAL LIFE! IT IS FICTION! IT IS JUST FOR FUN! <3
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“I don’t want anything to do with you ever again.” He seethed through his tongue, piercing me with his harsh words.
“But-“ you whispered, barely able to make a sound as your stomach clenched with complete heartbreak.
You never should have admitted your feelings for your best friend.
Noah’s glare was grim as he pointed a finger into your chest, disgust radiating off of his tone, “I would never love someone like you.”
His words dug into your soul, breaking you from the inside out as if you were a worthless, disposable vase, shattering into unfixable pieces.
“Y/N,” he yelled, face inches from yours with a snarl evident on his face as he bore hatred into you.
“Y/N!”
“Y/N!”
Your eyes opened as you gasped, your body flying upward as you sat on the couch, chest heaving heavily.
Wet tear-stained cheeks left you gathering your bearings, before making eye contact with a concerned brunette, his auburn orbs furrowed with distress.
You coughed and choked on your saliva, breathing with intensity as you sobbed loudly, pulling the thin fuzzy blanket up to your throat in an attempt to comfort yourself.
With legs draped over Noah’s lap, the two of you were placed on the couch. Looking around the room in confusion as the blue light from the tv danced across the darkened room, you watched it illuminating Noah’s worry. The sound of the movie that you were long-gone from paying attention to, was muffled within your ears as they rang with anxiety, unable to focus on what just happened.
Right, you were watching a movie with him; but must’ve fallen asleep.
It was just a nightmare- but it felt so real.
Noah’s calloused hand reached out to you, his slender fingers delicate as he rested them on your leg, ghosting over the exposed skin from your shorts.
“Y/N,” Noah’s voice cracked with fret, “what happened?”
You sniffed as you wiped your eyes with your sleeve, shaking your head, “n-nothing, I just had a bad dream.”
Sucking in a hyperventilating breath, you sighed and Noah opened his arms, inviting you into his space.
You hesitated for a moment, something that he noticed, before he reached over to grab your shoulders and pulled you into him anyway.
You relaxed slightly once safe in his familiar arms, pressed against his chest. Your face nuzzled into his black sharingan hoodie, his cologne faint as it mixed with the smell of tide from his laundry. The fabric was soft against your s/c skin, and Noah’s fingers began cradling your head, running across your scalp and through your strands in a soothing motion.
His free hand rubbed up your back as you rocked gently, “did you want to talk about it?”
“uh, n-no.” You hiccuped.
Your heart pounded at the thought of telling him what happened in the dream. He couldn’t know it was about him rejecting you, saying he would never love you.
The two of you had only been friends for a couple of years, meeting at a record label party. You were talking to Matt about sound mixing and Noah had overheard; and you’ve been inseparable since.
You never intended to fall in love with him. Of course you’ve always found him handsome, but there wasn’t ever an initial crush. However as you got to know him, his humour and personality sucked you in, leaving you completely whipped; and lost.
It was easier to believe he would never feel the same, because you were just friends. Nothing more, nothing less.
Noah sucked in a breath, “are you sure? I’m pretty worried about you right now, not gonna lie.”
Shrugging, you squeezed onto his body and clung to him. Noah’s small circles on your back delved lower and lower before sliding underneath your crew neck, inviting himself to trail his nails along the bare skin of your back. He traced rhythmic patterns, leaving the skin goose-bumping and tingling.
He always did that when you were anxious.
“One second you were quietly sleeping, the next you were thrashing and crying.” He whispered, resting his cheek on your head. He was genuinely worried, and you knew he cared about you; despite the harsh words that came from the dream.
You exhaled heavily, easing into his touch, “It’s okay, it was just awful… I don’t want to talk about it.”
Noah hummed, agreeing warily. You twisted your body so you were resting your back against his chest and snuggling into his arm that wrapped around you, before turning your attention back to the movie. His hand still rested along the skin beneath the sweater, holding onto your side.
You had no clue what was going on in the movie, but the two main characters on screen were heavily kissing, and beginning to strip. You and Noah watched in silence, ignoring the awkward tension that began to build as you held each other to the sex scene unfolding ahead.
With puffy eyes you wiped your cheeks again and began focusing on breathing, worried he’d notice the way it hitched as the characters loved each other. Your mind raced as it replayed the nightmare over and over again.
Noah’s torso stiffen, his hand on your side hesitating for a moment, before circling the skin again. He ran his hand across your stomach, soothingly.
You pretended to be focused on the movie, and so did Noah, but knew his attention shifted once his fingers tailed further down, the tips treading dangerously close to the hem of your shorts.
He dipped his fingers just between the waistband, running them across your abdomen, the skin tingling at the sensation.
Sucking in a shaky breath as he pushed his hand down further, touching the top of your underwear; you felt your stomach churn in anticipation.
“What are you doing?” You asked nervously, confused at his actions. Noah’s always been touchy with you, whether it was playing with your hair, holding and hugging you, or tickling your skin; but this was something different- something blurring the line between friendship and more.
His chest vibrated as he spoke, a sultry touch added to his tone, “Maybe, if you’re comfortable,” his fingers continued to slide further down, now between your underwear, “you need a little distraction?”
Your heartbeat quickened at his words, a mix of confusion and excitement washing over you. Noah’s fingers lingered for a moment, waiting for an answer.
“What do you mean?” You whispered and felt him smile as his chin rested on the top of your head.
“I can tell you’re overthinking,” He said gently, “so, let me give you something else to focus on?”
The muscles of your thighs clenched at his words as lust washed through you. Of course, you’ve thought about Noah’s inked fingers; there have been many times you imagined your own were his during nights fated to lustful thoughts.
As the room felt smaller and smaller, your mind began to wander to dirty images of succumbing to Noah, the nightmare beginning to wash away.
Nodding slowly you questioned him, “like?”
A breath caught in your throat once his fingers dipped against your sensitive skin, pressing small circles with the pads of his middle and ring fingers.
“This,” his voice hoarse and hungry.
You chewed on the inside of your cheek as Noah’s fingers slid between your folds, the slick arousal coating his fingers as he teased your entrance.
“You’re soaked, and I’ve barely done anything,” he chuckled, and your face flushed from embarrassment. Everything about him turned you on, and now he knew.
You hummed, too nervous to make a sound as his fingers sank into you. With your head tilted back to rest it onto his shoulder, you closed your eyes, afraid to look at Noah who was peering down.
Noah’s free hand ran up underneath your shirt, passing your chest before stopping at the nape of your neck.
“You’re allowed to moan,” He chuckled, his fingers curling.
Laughing lowly, your hips beginning to rut towards his touch, “Well then, I’m going to need you to make me.”
“Is that a challenge?”
Eyes fluttered open to his, a sly smile playing on his lips.
Noah’s dark eyes flickered to his hand that pleasured you, watching how you pushed and pulled from his touch, his mouth agape, almost moaning himself. His repetitive motion left you crumbling, body close to release.
His fingers continuously curled towards your pleasure, his thumb pressed against your clit as he skillfully gave you everything he had. His free hand slid from the base of your neck, grabbing hold of your chest, squeezing.
Noah’s fingers slid up, the pads rubbing along aggressively, stimulating every desire you have ever had. At that moment a moan escaped your throat and he smiled widely, encouraging him to go even faster.
“There you go,” He groaned in contentment and you felt him harden below. Your fingers gripped his thigh, nails digging into his skin as eyelids lowered in rapture, stimulating that you were seconds away from release.
“Oh fuck,” you cried as you came, your other hand gripping Noah’s that held you from above your shirt, squeezing as your abdomen clenched. Legs began closing around his hand as Noah worked out your orgasm, refusing to stop until you pushed him away.
With heavy pants you sat up, turning to face Noah who smiled, taking his fingers into his mouth and licking your release off of them. The tension between you two grew stronger as his hand then slid to the top of his cotton shorts, palming his erection that pushed tauntingly against the fabric.
You watched hungrily, mind no longer thinking about the nightmare from minutes before; but instead wanted to see how far he’d be willing to go- just this once.
“I think I need more of a distraction,” you said delicately, adrenaline taking your racing heart. Without a second thought, you then straddled Noah on the couch, grinding into him as his fingers gripped your hips.
Your body began aching for Noah’s touch again, craving him as his auburn eyes flicked between your own and your lips. You leaned down as his hands travelled up your body, gripping your face as he broke the distance and kissed you desperately. You couldn’t help it as your stomach grew butterflies, his soft lips devouring your own in a hungry kiss, lips open as his tongues pushed against each others.
A guttural groan escaped Noah as he kissed you deeper, the beat of his heart vibrating against his chest in excitement. His hands glided down to follow every curve of your body, pushing and pulling against the skin with need. His hands landed on either side of your hips once again before gripping your ass, pushing you into his arousal, frantic for friction.
“I bet I can make you come without even touching you,” you teased and spoke into his lips, rutting back and forth along his covered length.
Noah chuckled darkly, “I guarantee you could,” his breath quickened, “but I’ve dreamed about your lips wrapped around my cock too many times to let that happen the first time.”
Pausing for a moment, you stared down at him, almost shocked at his words. His smile was radiant as he brought you into another haste kiss, feeling giddy as you two melded into one.
Dream, about you?
“Really?” You whispered, barely audible. You shoved the surprise to the back of your brain, kissing him eagerly one more time before sliding off his lap and onto the floor. Positioning yourself between his legs, you then gripped the hem of his shorts as he watched every move, analyzing each touch.
“I need you Y/N,” he replied as you pulled his shorts down, his arousal breaking free and standing hard against his stomach. You couldn’t help but let out a moan as you gripped him, beginning to stroke up and down.
Noah ardently pushed into your hand and watched with furrowed brows. You then slowly licked a strip up his length before taking him into your mouth fully.
Swirling your tongue along the tip, you then began sliding down, lapping and sucking. Listening to his moans left your knees weak, barely supporting yourself below, succumbing to his need.
Noah’s fingers tangled in your hair as he held it out of your face, admiring you worshiping him. His head fell back in pleasure as you took your free hand to stroke what was free at the base, rubbing his skin firmly but in a delicate manner.
“Jesus fucking Christ Y/N,” his groan deep and lewd, the sensation of your mouth wrapped around him leaving Noah crumbling to the touch.
You wanted to take an orgasm from him, but weren’t sure whether you wanted him coating the back of your throat, or breeding your insides.
“So,” you licked up Noah again before pulling back, stroking him with a hand as you spoke, “do you want to come in my mouth…”
You trailed off, before looking up at him devilishly through your lashes, “or inside of me?”
Noah’s slanted-slutty grin and lidded eyes told you everything, but his words reassured you completely, erasing any signs of doubt you had from the nightmare.
“I’ve always wanted to make every inch of you mine.”
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New Ink (E.M.)
You and Eddie get matching tattoos. But the way he reacts in the tattoo chair leads to you have some fun with him when you get home.
Word Count: 2,125
EXPLICIT CONTENT MINORS DNI!!
Warnings: sub!Eddie, fem!dom!reader, smut, unprotected sex, mommy kink, hair pulling, degradation, a bit of praise at the end, Eddie’s a little bit of a masochist, Eddie and reader get a tattoo, needles, swearing
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Making my miraculous return with an Eddie fic
“Eddie, you have tons of tattoos. Why are you so scared to get this one?” you asked as you pulled up next to the tattoo shop.
“I’m not scared,” Eddie replied defensively. “It’s just… it’s in a very sensitive area.”
You smirked and leaned in close to his face. “Don’t worry, I’ll hold your hand,” you chuckled, kissing him quickly before turning the engine off and getting out of the car.
The tattoo artist, Nico, knew you both pretty well. Eddie was a regular customer and you’d gotten quite a few tattoos recently too. He smiled at you when you both entered the dimly lit, cigarette scented shop.
“Hey guys,” Nico greeted you, pulling the reference photo you’d shown him the last time you visited the shop out of a drawer. “We still going for this design?” he asked, showing you the photo:
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“Yep, thanks Nico,” you replied chipperly. Eddie just gave a shy nod.
“Who wants to go first?”
Usually Eddie was the one to jump at the chance to add to the collection of ink on his body. But this time he stayed silent.
“Alright then, I’ll go first,” you said, giving Eddie a reassuring smile.
You both followed Nico through a curtain, behind which lay a black leather chair and a bench full of tattoo equipment.
Eddie sat on a small stool in the corner while you removed your pants and climbed onto the chair.
“You know, this is a pretty painful tat you two are going for this time,” Nico said as he wiped down the skin where the tattoo would be.
“Yeah, I know, don’t remind me,” Eddie mumbled, nervously covering his face with his hair.
“Eddie’s a little scared for this one,” you told Nico as he turned on the tattoo machine. The buzzing sound caused Eddie’s leg to bounce up and down anxiously.
“Well, I don’t blame him,” Nico replied. Taking one more glance at the reference photo before looking up at you. “You ready?”
“Of course,” you said, catching Eddie’s eye from across the room.
You maintained eye contact with him as the small needle pierced your skin. It hurt like hell but you weren’t going to let him know that.
“See, Eddie, it’s fine,” you said, preventing the pain you felt from showing in your voice. Eddie just shrugged in response.
You spent the next few hours engaging in conversation with Eddie and Nico. You talked about anything that would take your mind off the stinging pain in your hips. But eventually it was finished. Nico covered your new tattoo in film and you swapped seats with Eddie.
Eddie was practically shaking as he climbed onto the chair. Nico went through his usual routine of cleaning Eddie’s skin and preparing his equipment while Eddie looked at you with wide eyes.
“It’s ok,” you mouthed to him. “If I can do it so can you.”
 He threw his head back, shut his eyes, and screwed his face up as he anticipated what was to come.
Eddie let out a quiet whimper when the needle made contact with his skin.
“Holy shit, man,” he said, breathing in sharply. “How the fuck did you sit through this for two hours?”
“I did it because I’m not a pussy, Eddie,” you replied, hoping that would motivate him to continue.
Eddie battled through the next thirty minutes, biting his lip in an attempt to stifle the pain.
But as Nico drew further down his body, Eddie got more and more sensitive. His head turned to look at you and he reached his hand out, giving you a desperate look.
“Don’t be a pussy, Eddie,” you said, remaining seated.
“Please,” Eddie begged grabbing for your hand.
You sighed, slowly getting up and walking towards the tattoo chair. Eddie gripped one of your hands tightly and you used your other hand to stroke his hair.
Eddie felt like he’d been sitting in that chair for days when Nico finally finished the first side of the tattoo. Nico moved to the other side of Eddie to begin the second half of the tattoo. And that’s when you saw it. Nico had been blocking your view of Eddie’s crotch, but now he was on the other side you could very clearly see the bulge that had been growing in Eddie’s boxers.
“Oh my God,” you whispered, your jaw dropping as you looked down at Eddie.
His face flushed red with embarrassment and he squirmed, shifting his legs in an attempt to hide his boner.
“Keep still, Eddie,” Nico said, not looking up from his work. It seemed like Nico hadn’t noticed Eddie’s bulge. Or he didn’t care.
“Yeah, come on, Eddie,” you smiled down at him, tugging his hair slightly to tease him.
Eddie whined, his hand flying over his mouth to stop himself from making any more noise.
You stood holding Eddie’s hand, smirking at the fact that he got a boner from the pain of the tattoo, until Nico finally announced that he was finished.
Eddie leapt off the chair as fast as he could, wincing at the pain of the new ink, and hastily pulled on his pants, adjusting them as best he could to hide the swell that still protruded from the fabric.
You thanked Nico, paid him, and returned to the car.
“Holy fuck,” you grinned as Eddie slammed the passenger side door. “You’re a little masochist, aren’t you?”
“Don’t you already know that?” he said shakily.
“Well, yeah. But I thought pain only turned you on during sex. I didn’t realise you’d get a hard on at a fucking tattoo shop,” you replied.
“Can you just drive?” Eddie asked quietly. “I kind of have a situation going on here.”
Your eyes dropped to his crotch and your smirked. “Oh yes, now that’s a situation we’ll have to take care of.”
You drove slowly back to Eddie’s trailer, watching him squirm as you refused to drive any faster. Eventually you made it to the trailer park. Eddie fumbled to get the key in the lock as you stood close behind him, breathing down his neck. When he finally got the door open, Eddie raced to his bedroom. You followed behind nonchalantly. By the time you reached the room Eddie had already removed his pants, the transparent film that covered his new tattoo peeked out from above his underwear.
“Let me see,” you said, pushing him down onto his bed. You knelt down between his legs and hooked your finger in the waistband of his underwear. Eddie smiled, thinking you were finally going to relieve him. But instead, you ran your finger down the covered tattoo, causing him to shiver.
“Yes, I think Nico did a good job this time,” you critiqued, paying no attention to the frustrated expression on Eddie’s face.
As you continued to feel the red skin surrounding the tattoo Eddie’s stomach tensed and his breathing became heavy.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Is that painful?” you asked with a tone of condescension.
Eddie just grunted, leaning back on his hands.
“You want mommy to kiss it better?” you asked. That grabbed Eddie’s attention. He looked down at you and nodded violently.
You brought your lips to the sensitive skin of Eddie’s left hip, placing gentle kisses around the tattoo. Eddie whined quietly as your lips tickled his skin. You ran your hand up Eddie’s thigh and rested it just below the bulge in his underwear.
“Please,” Eddie breathed when he felt your hand stop.
You lifted your head and stared up at him with a raised brow. He knew what that look meant. He needed to use his words.
“Please, help me,” he begged.
“Help you? What do you mean?” you smirked, feigning confusion. You rubbed your thumb on his thigh, just an inch away from his dick.
“F-fuck me, please. I’m going insane here,” he almost shouted.
“Oh, ok,” you said, getting up from between his legs and pulling your pants off. “You should’ve just told me that.”
You ordered Eddie to take off the rest of his clothes and he obeyed, pulling off his shirt and underwear as quickly as he could while you did the same. He sat down on the bed and you straddled his lap. You shoved him back so he was lying down by pushing your lips against his. As you kissed him you grinded your hips against him, causing him to moan loudly into your mouth.
“Oh my God, please just ride me,” he whined.
You didn’t make him suffer any longer. Placing your hands on his chest you positioned yourself above his dick.
“You’ve been hard for so long I’m surprised you haven’t started crying yet,” you said smugly. “Do you want me to make you cry, Eddie?”
Eddie responded with a muffled grunt. But that wasn’t good enough.
“Eddie, come on now. Do you want me to make you cry like a pathetic little baby?”
“Yes mommy, please make me cry. I’m your pathetic baby. Just please let me inside you,” Eddie yelled with agony.
“That’s what I like to hear,” you said lowering yourself onto his cock.
A low moan erupted from Eddie. His mouth fell open and his eyes rolled back into his head.
“That make you feel good?” you asked, watching the pleasure spread across his face.
“Yes mommy,” he panted.
“How about this?” You placed your hands on either side of his hips and pushed down gently on his sensitive tattoos. “Does this make you feel good?”
Eddie let out a high-pitched whimper and bucked his hips up into you.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” you smiled, keeping one hand pressed firmly down on his hip and moving the other to his hair. You tugged the dark strands, eliciting yet another whine from Eddie.
Grinding slowly on top of him you looked down to see him staring back up at you, his brows furrowed.
With one hand he lightly touched your own tattoo. His ringed fingers traced the outline of the film, sending a chill up your spine and causing you to speed up your movements. The change of pace forced Eddie’s eyes shut. You noticed a single tear escape out of the corner of his eye and you wiped it away.
Leaning down to his ear you whispered, “That’s my pathetic little slut.”
You moved your lips down to below his ear, leaving red marks as you worked your way down his neck.
Between kisses you mumbled, “You’re such a little whore.” Kiss “Getting hard at a tattoo shop.” Kiss. “That’s a new low, even for you, Eddie.” Kiss.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Eddie repeated, more tears falling from his eyes now.
He let out a moan with each thrust of your hips. His chest heaved in an effort not to cum. But you knew he wouldn’t last long. Considering how long he’d been hard you were surprised he was still going.
You sat upright again and grabbed Eddie’s hands, which were gripping your thighs. You dragged them up your body and placed them on your tits. Once more Eddie thrust his hips up into you.
“Can I-?” he said between whimpers.
You nodded, positioning your hands on his shoulders as you rolled your hips deep onto him.
“Only because you cried for me.”
“Thank you, mommy. Thank y-,”
Eddie was cut off by his own orgasm. His hands moved to your waist and he gripped it tightly, digging his nails into your skin as he was finally rewarded relief. The sensation of Eddie inside you caused you to finish too. You continued to ride his cock as he shook beneath you, tears rolling uncontrollably down his cheeks.
When you were satisfied you leaned down to place a kiss on Eddie’s lips before rolling off of him onto his stained mattress. You both lay there, breathing in sync. After a few minutes you got up and went to the bathroom. You cleaned yourself up and then grabbed a towel and brought it to Eddie, who was still catching his breath on the bed.
“You were really brave today,” you praised him as you cleaned him up, this time being extra careful not to touch the red skin around the tattoos. “I know you were scared but you did so good.”
“Yeah, except for the fact I got hard in the chair,” Eddie chuckled to himself and ran his fingers through his hair in embarrassment.
“Actually, I quite enjoyed that part,” you giggled, throwing the towel on the floor and climbing back onto the bed with him.
“Oh I noticed,” he said intertwining his fingers with yours.
“I’m going to have to take you to get tattoos more often if it makes you do that.”
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ferociousmochis · 7 months
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HEY GIRL! so so so happy you are back bby <3
Can we get some soft Alex? Maybeee childhood friends trope, but Alex was an ass and now he wants her bad? Also virgin reader if possible xx
Regrets and Roses
Alex Turner X Fem!Reader
Warnings: long ass story bit, fingering, multiple orgasm, penetrative sex (p in v), a little bit of sad stuff, oral (fem receiving), praise, virgin reader
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It was never one of those "love at first sight" stories, in fact, love was out of the question, or so you thought. 
You and Alex had known each other practically your entire lives. Your moms were best friends, so you'd subsequently grown up together. You were sandbox friends, spending weekends in each other's gardens, while your mothers sipped tea on the patio. They always playfully joked about how you’d surely get married one day.
But, that's not to say that you always got along.
Alex always teased you, especially in high school. The truth is you'd had a desperate crush on him when you were younger, and when he became too cool for you, it broke your heart. You knew you would never be one of the glamorous girls he took to school dances or the models in the magazines he flipped through with his friends. Alex wasn't the most popular guy, but he still had some merit and always a girl or two on his arm. 
Of course, you couldn’t possibly imagine telling him how you felt. However, you never were quite able to hide your feelings, always wearing your heart on your sleeve. It was almost sadistic how he knowingly played with your emotions every chance he got. Every family function was torture knowing he would always be there, pestering you to no end. 
As time passed you both grew up and the past faded away. You both occasionally crossed paths at first but once Alex’s career took off you veered off in completely different directions, following your passions. You weren't surprised when Alex became the world-renowned superstar he always wanted to be. The lifestyle suited him, at least the hair gel and the groupies did for sure. 
You'd opened a little flower shop on the corner by your childhood home. You lived and breathed it. It was everything you'd ever dreamed of as a little girl materialized before you. You worked day and night tending to your greenhouse and working on arrangements. 
Alex quickly learned being a rockstar wasn’t all it was choked up to be. I mean sure he adored it, traveling the world and sharing his passion with roaring crowds who fell at his feet but the trail of broken relationships and drunken hookups he left behind him solidified his feelings of loneliness. It became impossible to find a genuine connection; the screaming people out in those crowds, the girls in his bed each night, and every new face he met knew him as Alex Turner this sultry rockstar stage creation he’d made for himself like a beautifully decorated mask. He tried to fill the gaps but that was hardly possible.
Despite his busy schedule, he always made time to reach out to his parents back home. His mother called often, still always worried about him traveling so often so when the phone started to ring he already figured out who would be on the other line. The sun prodded harshly through the loosely drawn curtains, illuminating his bedroom in an orange glow. Rolled over strenuously, the soft white sheets falling from his bare chest. His head was pounding, a reminder of the night's activities, along with the unknown woman stirring beside him. He rubbed his temple harshly before picking up the phone. “Good morning, dear!”, his mother chirped on the other line. He managed a groggy greeting in response, prompting his mother to reprimand him for not getting enough sleep. 
She loved to chat. Most times he thought she just loved the sound of her own voice, but he always indulged her, knowing how much she missed having him around. She was going on about her flower beds when she mentioned a name in passing that he hadn’t heard in years. “Y/N L/N?”, he inquired. “Yes of course?” She replied matter-of-factly, before resuming whatever trivial topic she was babbling about. The memories struck him like a brick to the back of the head. You hadn’t crossed his mind in a long time. 
He recalled your first day of high school together, the way you blushed every time he looked in your direction. You were always so sweet and tender. How you waited to walk to school with him that morning, and how he left you at your doorstep as he went about with his new friends,
The time he flirted with you just to get answers for that week's math assignment,
The time he brought his latest fling to your family’s dinner party just for laughs.
He winced at the memories and the many more that followed. The guilt weighed on him for how horribly he treated you. Yet you were always there at his beck and call, despite each cruel act. Your only crime was loving him and not meeting his standards. Maturity smacked him in the face as he was forced to face the reality of his actions. 
“How’s Y/N?” he blurted. His mother was caught rather off guard by the question, “Well her shop’s doing fantastic, you know she's just so sweet, she helps me prune the hydrangeas every spring-”. “Her shop?”, he questioned. “Her flower shop, dear”, his mother replied confusion lacing her tone. He couldn’t help the smile that crept up his lips. You always loved flowers, meddling about in your front garden with his mother and your own.
Consumed by his thoughts, he could hardly concentrate on his mother’s ramblings. He couldn’t help but type your name into the search bar, he had to see how you were doing. A social media profile popped up, but the photos simply had to be someone else. Yet they had your name scrawled on each one. You weren’t the shy nerdy teenager anymore. Your once geeky appearance turned soft and divinely feminine. You were inexplicably beautiful. He sat in shock for a moment, a dumbfounded expression hanging over his face. Your warm smile sat illuminating his phone screen, his eyes flicked back to the woman in his bed. Truthfully he didn't even know her name, she was a reflection of his lifestyle. Extravagant pleasures felt empty and meaningless without someone special to share them with.
Your cute little shop was tagged just under your name, he couldn’t help himself. 
When the order came in you were positively shocked. You quite literally lept for joy, your small shop certainly held its own but this was the largest order anyone had ever put a request in for; 10 large bundles of baby pink roses, each tied with a white ribbon. You set the date for two weeks from now and joyfully began fluttering about your greenhouse
Your nerves pricked with excitement as you jumped out of bed. Today was the day you were expecting the big client and you were ecstatic, to say the least. You'd been in contact with them for a few weeks now and they had insisted on meeting in person to take a look at some of your rose color variations and check up on the progress you’d made. They detailed in their email that they'd been planning a lavish event of sorts and it would be incomplete without your large collections of sweet, colorful roses.
You almost skipped through the door, flipping the closed sign resting on the doorframe to open. The start of your day was pretty standard. Mr Atkinson stopped in like clockwork every Sunday. “Your usual?”, you smiled handing him the prepared bundle of lilies and baby’s breath. “Until the Mrs. gets tired of me”, He chuckled, his cheerful wrinkly smile always warmed your heart. Just as you turned back to the old man you caught a glimpse of him. A vision trick of the past. 
The soft, familiar sound of your delicate laugh melted him almost instantly as he set foot in the door. His demeanor remained confident until he saw you look back at him. When your eyes met he saw the color drain from your face, a sight that felt like a punch to the gut. You tried to shake your nerves as you resumed your conversation, saying farewell to the old patron. You turn back to face him, feigning a smile. “I’m here for a large order of arrangements..”, he trailed off, you were more beautiful in person. Your cheeks were rosy and your hair looked so soft, he couldn’t help but be infatuated with you. “Right this way sir”, you nodded plainly.
As you lead him through the little shop, he takes note of everything. The scattered pots and vases, the colorful flowers, and the sweet scent of fresh blooms in the air. It all brought back memories of when he used to tease you relentlessly for loving them so much. His heart aches with guilt and regret. “You seem quite famous around here nowadays,” he asks hesitantly, trying not to stare too much at your beauty. “I’m hardly famous, sir, I believe you’re the celebrity out of the two of us”, You respond politely. The formalities stung. It was as if you’d severed all ties with him, refusing to even use his name. You lead him back into one of the greenhouses with the many bundles of roses strewn about the tables. 
“Well even if you’re not famous to everyone else, you’re certainly famous to me” He replies sincerely, “Your flower arrangements are truly amazing.”. “Thank you sir”, you quietly replied. You were almost afraid to say his actual name, it brought back too many painful memories from your childhood. 
He watches as you carefully place the last of each individual flower into its respective spot within the arrangement. The sight of your delicate hands working so gracefully fills him with a mixture of longing and regret. He loved sharing his music with the world, he wasn’t sure if he could ever get enough of the rush, but he couldn’t shake the itch of what could've been had he stayed behind and lived a simple, peaceful life with you. “You know.. I never thought I would come here today,” he admits quietly, unable to keep the sadness from creeping into his voice. “But seeing you like this..”, he continued, “I wish things could have been different”.
You almost grew angry, feeling like he had the audacity to say such things after everything he put you through. “Well, sir, you certainly made things this way”, you reply coldly, keeping your composure even. His heart sinks at your response, and he knows your right. He should have reached out sooner before he left Sheffield, but fear and pride held him back. “I know I wasn’t the best person back then, Y/N” he admitted shamefully, “I can’t even begin to apologize for the pain and humiliation I’ve caused you.. I want to be better- seeing you like this makes me want to be better, I’ll make amends in any way I possibly can.”. “I’m not sure if that’s possible now, Alex”, your tone of voice wasn’t angry or aggressive, if anything it was tired and saddened. 
His eyes meet yours, and they brim with genuine remorse, “Maybe not fully, but I want to try anyway,” he says earnestly, taking a small step closer to you, “I want to make things right between us”. “I gave you that chance many years ago, and you burnt me”, You sighed, averting your eyes, “You left scars on my heart that will never fade, I’m not sure I can open myself up like that again”. He takes another step towards you, his expression pleading. “Please give me another chance, Y/N”, his voice cracks slightly as he speaks, revealing the depth of his emotions, “Let me show you I’ve changed, that I’m not the same person I was before.”
Years ago you would’ve given everything to hear him say that, but now you hardly know what to say. “I-I don’t know”, you manage to stutter out. He reaches out and gently touches your arm, his fingers lingering against your skin. “Please..”, he whispers, his voice dripping with vulnerability, “give me the chance to prove I’m worthy of your forgiveness”.
You think about it for a few seconds. Maybe he’s different now, you suppose it won’t hurt to find out for yourself. “Okay”, you sigh, “I’m free after I close up here”. He perks up instantly, looking like a kid on Christmas, “My hotel is just up the street, the bar has some half-decent food?”. You accept, biting back the ghost of a smile threatening to creep upon your lips. He nods gratefully, “Thank you, Y/N”.
The workday flies by as a mixture of anxiety and anticipation consumes your thoughts. You walk home, opening your door with a soft sigh. You sat at your vanity, styling your hair for the night, decorating it with a simple ribbon. You painted your cheeks with a light blush and fluffed out your eyelashes with some mascara. You picked out a dainty white sundress littered with small flowers. The material was light and soft against your skin, making you feel almost as if you were floating with each step. When going through your closet you spot a dainty matching set of lace underwear. With a small smile, you took it out deciding you wanted to feel extra pretty tonight, even if no one else got to see them. Nervous doesn’t even begin to describe the way you're feeling, you certainly hadn’t expected the day to unfold the way it has. You slip on some heels and grab your purse before slipping out the door.
You yelp, startled, as you bump into him. He feels awful, grabbing hold of your forearms to steady you. “I’m so sorry!”, he gasped. He was wearing a linen, baby blue button down with the first couple buttons unclasped, a pair of dark trousers, and leather dress shoes. He held a single daisy in his hand, your favorite. He smiled a warm goofy smile, the small flower adding a gentle touch of charm to his already charming demeanor. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist stopping by to escort you over”, he explains, holding out the flower towards you.
You blush at the gesture, accepting the delicate flower. Perhaps he really has changed. You walk down the street side-by-side as he cracks some bad jokes and talks about the people you used to know. A faint smile spreads across your lips as you loosen up to the idea of being around him once more. As you chat about old friends and acquaintances, he can sense the lingering tension starting the fade away from your body language. His own nerves began to ease with yours, and soon you’re both laughing and enjoying each other company from cozy barstools.
“So tell me,” he asks, leaning forward with genuine curiosity, “what brings you the most happiness since those days?”. “Nothing too exciting, but I enjoy the simplicity of being a florist. You know I always loved tending the garden”, You smile, siping a martini. He nods understandingly, appreciating your passion. “That's wonderful”, he replies, taking a sip of his own drink, “it must be incredibly rewarding to create something so delicate and breathtaking”. “You could say that”, you smile. His sincerity appears so genuine, making it easy to forget who he used to be. His eyes lock onto yours, and for a moment, it feels as if time stands still. In that moment, he truly sees you. 
He swallows hard, trying to find the words to express how deeply moved he is by the person you’ve become in his absence. "You're truly amazing, Y/N," he says softly, reaching across the table to take your hand in his, "I can't believe how far you've come.". The contact makes you nervous like a teenager on their first date, “Thank you, Alex”. “And thank you for giving me the time of day, even when I didn’t deserve it”, his eyes are full of emotion as he gazes into yours, seeking reassurance and validation of the newfound connection you’ve established. You remain speechless at his response. Noticing your silence, he sucks in a deep breath and continues, "I promise to do everything in my power to prove to you how sorry I am for the way I treated you.", His voice is raw with vulnerability and honesty. Alex has always been poetic, always having a way with words. It was one of the things that made you fall for him years ago. You smile back warmly, nodding in response. 
You spent the night chatting over drinks and mediocre food. Hours upon hours had passed and as the dusk faded into night, you found yourself alone in the corner of the dark, empty bar. The more intoxicated you both get, the more he grows curious about what you’ve been up to while he's been gone. "Have you been seeing anyone since.. well since I left?", he asked. You thought back to the many hands you’ve rejected throughout the years, "Well no, I've just been trying to focus on the business I suppose..". He seems relieved to hear that you haven’t settled for someone else during his absence, and his expression softens further as he takes your hand in his again. "Well I'm glad to hear that," he says honestly, squeezing your hand gently. "Because if there's one thing I know for certain right now, it's that I never want to lose you again.", his eyes hold a depth of sincerity and longing that speak volumes about the feelings he's harboring. 
You nervously shift, “Alex.. I still am not completely sure about this”. He looks at you intently, his expression a mixture of hope and uncertainty. "I understand that it might take some time for you to trust me again," he says gently, "But all I ask is for the opportunity to prove myself to you along the way. To show you that I've really changed". “Okay,” you agree cautiously, a small smile painted on your lips. His face lightens up once more with relief and excitement, and he leans in close, pressing a tender kiss on your lips. "Thank you," he whispers against your mouth, "For giving me another chance.". This gesture causes your cheeks to burn a bright red “Please know that I cherish this moment and every moment we share from now on”, he brushes a strand of hair away from your forehead with tenderness, before placing another gentle kiss on your cheek.
You look into his eyes, filled with intense emotion and the overconfidence of alcohol. Love from the past bursting through the many walls you’d built around your heart. For the first time, you can see your feelings reflected in his eyes. You take a shaky breath before you cup his cheeks, pulling his lips to yours.
At the touch of your lips on his he responds eagerly, wrapping his arms around you and deepening the kiss. The intensity of your connection is palpable, and it feels like time has stopped as you explore each other's mouths with growing passion. When you finally break apart for air, you both gasp for breath, your faces flushed and hearts racing. You glance around at the quiet room before turning back to him, your eyes projecting your desires, “I never got over you, you know”. His eyes widen in surprise at your admission, he hesitates for a moment before asking softly, "Really? But...after everything I did to you?". He can't help but feel a mix of gratitude and confusion as he processes what you’ve just said to him. “It was always you, Alex”, you whisper softly against his lips. As he listens to your words, feeling a wave of emotions wash over him: guilt, happiness, and a profound sense of gratitude. He cups your face in his hands and looks into your eyes, "I don't deserve this," he says honestly, "But I'll do anything to make it up to you." His voice is thick with desire, and he leans in for another soulful kiss, pouring all of his desperate feelings into it. 
He breaks the kiss once more, gasping for air, “Come with me,”, he urges, grasping your hand. You follow him closely as he leads you down a winding hallway until you reach his room. Once inside he turns to face you, his eyes burning with lust as he takes in your beauty. He reaches out to run his fingers through your hair, savoring the silky texture beneath his fingertips. "God, you're stunning," he murmurs, "And I can't believe I almost let you go.". 
He leans down to capture your lips once more, his kisses deep and hungry. As Your passion intensifies, he leads you over to the bed, setting you up on the soft mattress as his hands mold to your curves. You nervously grasp his wrist, “Alex- I haven’t ever been with anyone..”. You’re shy and embarrassed by the fact, but he responds with understanding and gentleness, “That’s okay”, he reassures, “we don't have to-”. You cut him off as you press your lips to his, catching him by surprise. He moves closer to you, his body pressing against yours as he begins to explore your skin with his hands, learning your curves and contours as you tangle in the darkness. You gasp at the unfamiliar sensation of his hands on your sensitive body. 
He watches your reactions, continuing to caress you gently, gradually building up to more intimate touches as he learns what makes you tick. His voice is low and soothing as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. “Trust me,” he says softly, “I won’t hurt you”. You slowly undress each other in a gentle mess of kisses and longing touches. With each passing moment, you fall deeper into each other's arms. You reach out to him, your fingertips gliding down his toned chest. He gasps at the touch of your hands on his skin, feeling a surge of heat coursing through his veins. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you even closer, returning the favor by tracing light patterns across the small of your back. “You’re incredible, Y/N”, he whispers, “So perfect”. His hands trail down your back to the curve of your ass, the contact making you whimper quietly. He leans down, capturing your lips once more, his kisses deep and hungry. You kiss back with a newfound sense of confidence. He takes note of your eagerness to please despite your lack of experience. He continues to explore your body with tender care, palming your breasts softly. His fingertips drag down your thighs, “let me show you just how sorry I am”. 
He sunk between your thighs, your sickly sweet perfume and the lustful scent of your sex mixed together, tormenting his senses. He couldn't help but bite back a groan when he reached your pretty pink panties, the sight of them made his cock throb. He lifted your hips up towards his face, his lips brushing against the lacey fabric. “You wear these just for me?”, he murmured against you. You released a shaky breath, catching your bottom lip between your teeth as you timidly nodded in reply. God, he couldn’t help the way his eyes rolled back at your shy admission. He kisses you through the fabric, his touch remaining gentle. His warm tongue dragged over the growing wet spot. You weakly prop yourself up on your elbows, just to catch his dark, longing gaze peering over between your legs. The sight alone made you shiver, which paired with the feeling of his hot breath on your skin made your brain short-circuit. He abandons your cunt, lapping at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, kissing and licking you all over. His fingers glided up against your panties, the heel of his palm grinding against your sensitive cunt. The friction made you whimper softly into the tension-thick air. 
Your sweet sounds prompted him to pull the flimsy fabric down your legs. You’d never felt so exposed, that you couldn’t resist the urge to press your legs together in shame. “Don’t hide from me, pretty girl”, He whispered, running his large palms up your legs to meet at your knees. He slowly pulled them apart, admiring your glistening pussy. “So fucking perfect,” he muttered breathlessly. He didn’t waste much time burying himself between your thighs, littering tender kisses across your skin. Soft pecks turned into hot open-mouthed kisses, searching for the bead of your clit. He can feel it throbbing between his lips, like a faint heartbeat against his tongue. It's a feeling unlike anything you’d ever experienced, like lightning bolts firing out of every nerve in your body. 
He rolls his tongue around the small bud, giving it special attention before kissing his way down to the pool of wetness at your entrance. Your pussy is practically crying for him. His tongue prods your tight hole as you squirm against him. You whimpered loudly, pressing back against his face. His elegant nose bumped against your clit with each motion and it was perfect, he was perfect. He wants to take it slow with you, push and pull you through all the great things about sex, but you make it so hard for him to control himself. You whine sharply, your clit now more needy than ever and he’s neglecting it- oh you poor thing. He can’t help but groan against you, you’re so fucking wet and needy for him- him, and only him. 
He ends the agonizing torture, moving back to your clit as it begs for his undivided attention. He wants to make you climax so hard you see stars. The mere idea of seeing your face all twisted, eyes screwed shut, and jaw hanging slack- it was too inviting to resist. You're so sensitive it takes very little effort to wind you up quickly. He suckles your clit, until your thighs are shaking between his hands. You cry out, unable to suppress the desperate moans slipping past your lips. “Alex..”, you pant, your eyes half-lidded and spilling with desire. “I know, love”, he murmurs against your skin, the vibrations sending shockwaves throughout your body. He can tell you're getting closer by the second. His hot tongue swirled rough circles against your clit, his knuckles turning white as he holds you against his lips. You feel the tight muscular tension in your abdomen snap suddenly. Your back arches off the mattress and your hands grasp the sheets for stability as you’re body is set aflame. He holds you in place, working you through your first orgasm. You were a writhing, wet mess beneath him, he couldn’t help but swell with pride. “You're doing so good for me, such a good girl”, he praised, planting a kiss on your inner thigh. 
He pulled back slightly, admiring his work for a moment. Your pretty pussy was begging for him, but you weren’t ready for that yet. His nimble fingers lightly traced your slit, gathering your slick on his fingertips. His eyes flicked to yours, making sure you were okay before moving forward. Your eyes were droopy with desire, your lips wet and plump, and your hair a sexy mess against his pillow. “Please..”, you choked out, your voice still shaky as you came down from your high. He satisfied your whimpers as he worked his middle finger inside. The stretch stung slightly at first, the cool metal of his ring biting your tender flesh. “God- you’re soaking”, he groaned, adding a second finger with little resistance. His hands were made for you, they filled you so perfectly. His long, dexterous fingers knew just how to make you feel things you hadn’t known were possible. Your chest heaved as he thrusted and scissored deep into you, your gummy walls sucking him right back in each time. He almost wanted to watch you fall apart in his palms, but he would save that for another day. For now, he needed to be inside you more than anything.
Satisfied, he crawls on top of you, your noses brushing against each other as he meets your eye. “I’ll take care of you”, he reassures, his lips brushing against yours. Despite all he did to prep you, you couldn’t be prepared for his size. You felt as if you were coming to pieces as he split you apart on his cock. Tears begin to well up in the corners of your eyes as you try to accommodate him. “Are you alright?”, he asks softly, “If it hurts too much, just tell me, okay?”. He pulls out slightly before pushing back in, repeating the process until he bottoms out. He stalls for a moment, giving your body time to adjust to his size. You grasp his shoulders and nod reassuringly, signaling for him to keep going. He flashes an intoxicating smile and picks up his movements. He showers you with affection and praise. “You’re doing so fucking good, love”, he moans breathlessly, “You feel so good”. You run your nails down his forearms lightly, your mind utterly drowned in this newfound pleasure. 
His movements grow more confident and assertive as he gets lost in the sensations of being buried inside you. You squirm beneath him, calling out his name in strained whimpers. He feels your grip on the sheets, seeing the intensity of your expression as you struggle to contain your pretty sounds. He increases his pace, driving himself deeper with each thrust, “Yes.. that's it.. ” he groans, urging you gently, “Don’t hold back- let me hear you.”. The newfound pace makes it impossible to keep quiet. Your eyes roll back as you find yourself moaning and babbling his name like a broken record. You find yourselves completely consumed by each other in a fiery display of desire. 
He watches each reaction intently, taking in the effects of his actions on your body and mind. His own arousal intensifies as he witnesses your pleasure. He’s never felt that way with anyone before and he pushes himself harder than ever, determined to bring you to the peak of ecstasy. You feel your muscles tightening, a small knot of energy growing steadily in your belly. He can feel the tension as your body grows rigid. He bites his inner cheek, trying to keep his composure as your cunt tightens around him. With a final surge of energy, he drives himself into you until the crackling heat of his body is toppling over and he can no longer hold back his approaching orgasm. He nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, whispering your name. Your bodies tremble as you hold each other through your climaxes. You lay together in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of the experience you’d just shared, feeling a connection that transcends words or boundaries.
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you under the covers and pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “Alex?”, you ask quietly. “Yes, Y/N?”, he replies, brushing a thin strand of hair from your eyes. “So,” you began, “What were all those roses really for?”. He chuckled softly, “For you, dear. A bundle for each year I missed-”, he planted a soft kiss on your lips, “-being right here by your side”.
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This is so different from the usual so I hope it doesn't totally suck- I'm sorry babes. Thank you for the request tho- I enjoyed the challenge of switching things up!
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Day Twenty-Nine: Karl Heisenberg + BreathPlay
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You were constantly reaching out for Karl's hand. Enjoying the rough feeling of his cussed-covered fingers against your much softer hands.
Karl didn't seem to mind either after the initial shock that someone was touching him. Wantingly touching. You walked hand in hand to meet with the family and sat side by side. Pressed into his side, but continuously your fingers were interlocked.
Hand in hand when you walked around in town, and as much as Karl hated the idea of being around less intelligent people than him. He allowed you to drag him down to the middle of town and walk around the shops before returning to the factory after a long day out.
That was not the only time you wished that you could hold his touch. You yearned for a hand to run smoothly down your back and sometimes rest at the bottom of your spine. You longed for the soft touch of his rough hand.
You are the exact opposite of Karl. You yearn for the touch of another, and Karl yearns to not be touched. Karl is okay with his lonely life before you came along, and he's just as content with living it how it is now.
Yes, you are confused because when you look at Karl, you don't see just a friend, someone to talk to when the nights are quiet, and the factory is slow. No, Karl is something else for you. A bright light at the end of the tunnel. He's what you yearn for.
So when the touch you yearn for splits and turns into a need that you have to fill, something twists within your mind. You start to stare off more. Staring at Karl's hands as he works on bits of metal together, or how he tightness things together on a soldat.
The one that as you biting your tongue and squeezing your thigh together is when his hands stretch out, his metal hammer flying into his hand. It's attractive all on its own. The bludge of his veins, the girth of his fingers, it all has you in a haze.
"Y/n? Are you even paying attention to what I'm talking about?" Karl's booming voice pulls you from your naughty thoughts of his hands. "Huh." You say a bit too loud, and he rolls his eyes, "Earth to Y/n, what's got you being a space cadet today?" He asks, intrigued by your glazed-over eyes and gap mouth.
Karl has never seen you like this, and he's seen you in many ways. Blood smeared across your cheeks. A mixture of your own and others, your shirt half tore due to lycans desperately in need of stitches. Bare skin that makes his heart race every time he catches a glimpse. Y/n had been off, and Karl had taken notice. Take notice of how your gaze drifted from his face, down his arms, and then finally landed on his hands.
"I'm just… it's all fine." You say to Karl, trying to push away the fact that you not only got caught but also have no idea you were spacing out. His stare is deathly; you're an open book for him to read as much as he likes.
"No… I don't believe you. I think you were off dreaming…" You shake your head, trying to push him away from the right path he's already on. "Don't shake your head at me now, buttercup. Better if you just fess up to what you were thinkin' about." You feel like a deer in headlights. Wide-eyed and easily scared off.
The silence is unsettling, "Oh, buttercup, you want me to guess instead." Smirking up a storm, you think that's rather a good idea, and then it's a bad idea. But there's nothing else you can do. If you say the words, then it's all too real, but if he guesses it, then it means Karl already knows.
"I think…" He says, getting up from the side of the table, heavy boots on the ground beneath you. "you have been very naughty…" With each punch of the words that fall from his mouth, his hands graze up your back like you've always wished for. "thinkin' about me, and my hands." You breathe in quickly. If it's due to his touch or his words, you'll never know.
"I bet you've thought up a bunch of dirty things." He whispers into your ear. His voice was rough and scratchy. "I bet you would love it if I just wrapped my hand around your throat and kept you right on the edge all night long." You moan as you feel his hand reach the base of the back of your neck. "Let me just sink my fat cock into your tight pussy, hmm, squeeze your throat so you stars." You whimper as you clench your thighs tightly, willing the ache to go away.
Then just like that, Karl is gone, walking back over to his side of the table. You're left like a puppy following its owner. Shock is written all over your face. "Oh, what do you want more buttercup." He mutters as he walks off and towards the direction of the bedroom.
You follow like a lovesick puppy would.
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Completed on: 08/20/23
Posted on: 10/28/23
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