#the way his nose widens when he smiles... i will devour him

[thinemoonshine]

⋆𐙚₊ 𝓹𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭, 𝓫𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝓬𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬 ˚⊹♡

boyfriend!enhypen hyung line x fem!reader

content(s): fluff, suggestive, (y/n) leaving her lipstick marks all over enha’s skin, members are lovesick cutie patooties

type: oneshot

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ synopsis: seeing her boyfriend wearing a plain white t-shirt inspires (y/n) to stain it with her lipstick like a trend she saw before—but with a boyfriend greedy for her love, he’d prefer her lips on his ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

⋆˙𐙚 L.HEESEUNG 𐙚˙⋆ “…devour you alive”

(y/n) giggles as she pecks heeseung’s nose—stamping her lips on it and widening her smile at the sight. “you’re silly for getting jealous over a shirt, seungie. i couldn’t even finish up the heart pattern.”

he scoffs, feigning deep offense at her comment. “the shirt did nothing to deserve your kisses.”

she only shakes her head with an amused grin before shifting to go from kneeling on the couch and onto the floor to plant kisses on his shirt as he leans forward for her ease.

heeseung watches as she swipes a fresh layer of lipstick on—his chest heaving with impatience as his tongue wet his own lips—before her hands gently grip his waist, now pressing her mouth on the fabric covering his abdomen and slowly climbing to his chest.

kiss. pause. kiss. pause. kiss.

the man’s breaths are ragged and eyelids flutter the more she lays her lips on him, frustration growing. the feeling of his love’s soft, warm pecks being so close yet so far—barricaded by his accursed shirt—thins his patience.

muah! (y/n) exaggerates the sound when she finally completes the heart shape and she looks up at her boyfriend. “look! isn’t it ni—mmph!”

heeseung smashes his lips onto hers, hand cupped around her cheek as he uses his other to pull her up by the waist. a soft contented groan leaves him when he successfully sits her back onto his lap—centers colliding and he pulls away to let her catch her breath.

feeling lightheaded, (y/n) sees all colours and shapes blurring together with the exception of heeseung who looks devilishly charming—as he always is. with a smirk on his glossed, red-smeared lips and sharp, clouded eyes, his tongue darts forward to lick a stripe off her bottom lip—a groan of pleasure vibrating in his chest and up his throat at the sweet taste of their mixed essences and artificial strawberry.

“put me through that torture again and i’ll devour you alive,” he breathes out heavily and at the meek nod from his dazed lover, his being throbs with desire—once again meeting her lips with fervid passion.

⋆˙𐙚 P.JONGSEONG 𐙚˙⋆ “take responsibility”

“you kill me with this, darling…” jay grunts lowly as (y/n) presses the last mark onto his plain shirt—intentionally letting her lips linger just above the waistband of his sweatpants.

“and…done!” she cheers and stands to leave while ignoring her boyfriend’s intent stare that follows her every move. of course, she knows what he’s after. she did all this with with a motive.

she’s halted from walking away by slender fingers wrapping around her wrist, calloused skin grazing against hers in a way that makes her shudder.

“where do you think you’re going?” jay asks and she restrains the smirk that threatens to form when she turns.

“what do you mean?” raising her brows, she asks. a false face of obliviousness worn as she looks at her heavily breathing boyfriend.

his lips pull to a grin as brows knit, a face of amusement mixed with incredulity. “you started it. take responsibility.”

and before she can retort, she’s pulled into him and a squeak erupts when she harshly lands onto his lap—eyes widening at the stiffness felt through his sweatpants. but she’s not given the time to comment as the other swiftly presses his lips onto the side of her neck—peppering her skin with kisses that elicits a pleasured sigh.

“you’re such a tease,” he chuckles darkly and his hot breath fans her nape, making her shiver and hands fly to cup his face, taking him aback. “what are you doing?”

“you told me to take responsibility,” (y/n) reminds and kisses both of his cheeks—leaving deep red lip marks on his cheekbones that mimic a cartoonish blush. she titters when his eyes widen as they shift between hers nervously—or is it excitement? “i’m going to do exactly that.”

and he’s immediately pinned onto the backrest of the couch, groaning and trembling with gratification as his lover stains his skin with rosy paint.

⋆˙𐙚 S.JAEYUN 𐙚˙⋆ “…a perfect canvas waiting for you”

(y/n) grins contentedly as she looks down at her most magnificent masterpiece yet—a dazed, lovesick sim jaeyun with tousled hair and lipstick stains all over his face with the darkest marks on his mouth. “my baby’s so pretty~”

her compliment evokes a faint mewl from the man who proceeds to rest his chin onto her chest as he gazes up at her with hearts dancing in his eyes.

a loopy grin forms on his face as he bats his eyes prettily at her. “i feel pretty…even more if you kiss me again.”

his comment makes her snort before she pinches his nose.

“yeah, right. i finished designing your shirt and it’s gonna be hard for you to clean all those marks off if i add more so—”

“but i don’t have any here!” jake suddenly exclaims when she spins around. her jaw falls when she turns back to see him pulling down his shirt to show his bare chest. “don’t you want to make another masterpiece? i have a perfect canvas waiting for you…”

mouth still gaping, (y/n) brings her gaze up to meet his and the façade of naïvety he puts on makes her scoff. he knows how weak she is when he puts on those puppy eyes. “oh, sim jaeyun… you sly little thing.”

he grins smugly when she faces her body to him completely and his arms spread wide open to welcome her—leaning his head back and exhaling with bliss as he feels her lips trailing down from his neck.

⋆˙𐙚 P.SUNGHOON 𐙚˙⋆ “kiss me”

sunghoon’s fingers are clenching on the sheets of the bed as he watches his girlfriend draw a heart onto his plain white shirt. his upper back against the headboard to get a clear view which he belatedly realizes is not the best idea because now he’s desperate to just pull her face away to focus only on him.

but no, he can’t. she was so excited when bringing up the idea, he can’t interrupt her now.

so instead, he gently combs her hair away from her face before manually holding it all up in a ponytail so he can finally see his beautiful girlfriend.

another not-the-very-best idea.

because now he can see her every move—how her eyes close and lashes flutter, how she rolls her lips together before puckering them to stamp on the plain fabric and how her eyes twinkle with delight once she sees the pattern she made.

she’s breathtaking. and he might actually die of suffocation if he doesn’t get a kiss soon.

“kiss me,” he says immediately after she completes the heart shape. she whips her head to him with brows raised and eyes rounded at the sudden ask. he repeats. “kiss me.”

well, not that she minds.

hovering him, she then bends down to place a chaste kiss on his lips and is just about to retract before he coils his arms around her back and pulls her down—chest against chest, hip against hip and mouths intertwined as sunghoon deepens the connection.

“sunghoon!” she gasps and her surprise provides him entrance—tongue slipping through and a soft moan emits at the taste of her.

(y/n)‘s own eyes shut, mirroring her boyfriend’s as they both melt seamlessly into each other’s embrace and his hands slowly begin to sneak underneath her shirt to roam up her back.

when they pull away, the two are panting heavily as they gaze into each other’s eyes with a heavy tension. sunghoon still holding her tight against him, a victorious grin emerges at the sight of her disoriented, flushed girlfriend as a chuckle leaves and he nudges his nose against hers.

“you’re so cute… i think i need to buy more white shirts.”

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[vivian-pascal]

But Daddy I Love Him

dbf!joel x f!reader

summary: You've been seeing Joel for a while now, when your dad first introduced you to him, you knew you both could never get enough. But when your dad finds out, things take a turn.

warnings: piv (wrap it up), oral f!receiving, fluff, description of what reader wears, angst

authors note: hey folks! when i first heard this song on Taylor's new album I just KNEW I had to write about it! and this is the idea I had in mind, I hope you all enjoy!

(I definitely recommend listening to the song while reading!)

now I'm running with my dress unbuttoned

screaming "but daddy I love him!"

"I'm having his baby"

no I'm not but you should see your faces.

The warm, tingly feeling of his rough calloused hands sliding along the inside of your thigh making you whimper as his hand slowly makes it way between your legs.

The rough pull of his hair as he collides his drooling mouth with your clit. Licking and sucking like a feral animal devouring its meal.

"Joel." You moan when he inserts his tongue into your seeping cunt. Pushing deeper and deeper until your back arches off the bed.

"Yeah, just like that baby." The deep rumble of his voice vibrates along your pussy and only makes the sensation better. Licking and sucking your cunt until you simply can't hold it any longer and let go. The rush of your orgasm makes him physically eat up your whole pussy. Making sure there are no drops wasted.

Your back finally hitting the bed, he rises from between your legs and he already looks fucked. The dampness from your arousal has drenched his beard and face. His messy hair from all the pulling and tugging you've done only seems to have gotten worse.

He crawls up your body with a big grin and instantly meets your face with his lips. You moan into his mouth as he begins to undo his jeans. You giggle as the zipper gets stuck and decide to help him out.

You pull sharply on the zipper and it instantly goes down. He smiles at you as he removes his pants and his boxers. Your eyes widen at the size of him. You've imagined this moment for years and you've know that he'd be big, but you never knew that he'd be this big.

He crawls back up your body as your back hits the bed once more.

When you first met Joel, you were only a teenager with a wide range of imagination. He was handsome, had the sexiest voice you've ever heard, he was kind, etc. But one thing about him just didn't seem right.

Sometimes you would casually flirt with him because it was funny and only a joke. Well, not for you. He would laugh it off and tell you to stop and then you would. The amount of control he had over you was insane. More than your dad. You would physically do anything for Joel. Sometimes you noticed that some of your flirting did actually bother him.

Once, you two were in a store and the cashier had thought that Joel was your father. He laughed it off and told the lady that you weren't and you both left the store. But you couldn't leave it at that of course, so when you walked out, Joel asked you to wait in the car while he threw something out and you simply replied with "Yes, daddy."

That seemed to do a number for him. He stopped in his tracks as he watched you walk toward his truck. The car ride home was silent. You tried to make small talk with him but he'd only grunt in return.

Ever since that day, he's been off. So earlier today, you decided that should change. And now here you are, ass naked with Joel Miller.

His nose brushes against yours as he slowly pushes in. You both gasp at the intrusion. "You're so gorgeous darlin'." You moan as he slowly begins to move.

You run your nails alone his back as he kissed you along your jawline. His movements hit each spot inside you just right. Stretching you out perfectly.

His grunts only spur you on as he begins to speed up his thrusts. You moan as his tongue collides with yours. His hands moving down your fragile frame as he begins to circle your clit.

Running your hands along his arms, back, neck. You can feel every strong muscle working its hardest. You pull and tug his hair until he's grunting and panting in your mouth.

His fingers push down on your clit harder and you arch your back and moan aloud when your orgasm washes over you. His thrusts begin to go faster as his hips come to a stutter. You grin when you feel his hot seed seeping into you.

He lays his head on your shoulder as you look down at his exhausted state and kiss his forehead. He smiles softly and kisses your lips. You wrap your small arms along his head as he wraps his strong arms around your small body.

You both cuddle up and stay like that for a while. Yearning for each others love as the time passes by slowly.

Your rudely awaken to a slam of your bedroom door. You quickly sit up and cover yourself with your blanket. When you see who it is, your eyes begin to water as your heart stops. It's your dad.

Joel sits up and his eyes squint at the bright light. When he sees your father standing there, he freezes.

"What the fuck?" Your dad roars as he walks in. Joel begins to pick up his boxers as he quickly puts them on.

"Joel?" He looks up at your dad as he tries to grab his jeans. "You fucked my daughter?" He quickly puts on his pants, leaving them unbuttoned. Joel looks at you. His eyes softening when he sees that your crying.

"Fucking answer me!" He looks back at your dad and quickly nods. Your dad throws his hands in the air and grabs onto Joel's arm. Yanking him out of your room.

You quickly get out of bed and grab your dress, putting it on but not buttoning it up. "Dad! Where the fuck are you taking him?" You scream as you run after them. He throws Joel outside and pushes him.

"Joel, care to explain what the fuck you were doing?" Joel only puts his hands in front of him. "You can't even talk to your best bud huh? U wonder why that is, oh maybe because you were messing with my very young daughter." Joel shakes his head as he backs up.

"Now, we both had consent for this. I didn't force her into doin somethin she didn't wanna do." Your dad begins to laugh.

"As if that makes this any better Joel." Tears flood your face.

"Dad stop! He didn't do anything wrong. Please."

Your dad looks furious. He shakes his head and looks back at Joel. He looks at you with sad eyes and only nods to you as a reassurance that it's going to be okay.

"Go." You turn to face your dad as he looks at Joel." "What? Dad no. He can't just leave"

"Well that's what I'm telling him to do isn't it." You look at Joel as he slowly backs away to his truck. "Dad?" You begin to panic. You hear the truck door open and close.

He begins to back away and looks at your dad. His truck backs off the driveway and that's when you start to sprint after him. Holding your dress up as you begin running. Your bare feet hitting the rough pavement. Tears flying from your eyes. Screaming and crying as you see your Joel leaving you. Forever.

Your pace begins to slow as you realize that he's not coming back. Just disappearing into nothing. You stare at his truck as you hear your dads pants coming up behind you. He puts his hand on your back but your too distraught to take it off.

"But Daddy, I loved him."

tags!!

@morallyinept @mermaidgirl30 @rav3n-pascal22 @mountainsandmayhem @amyispxnk @pinkcrystal44 @guelyury @iamsherloocked @itsokbbygrl @heartpascalispunk @littlevenicebitch69 @brittmb115 @kotourasan123 @simplewanderer @tupelomiss @heartramen @sinful-mind-joyful-thoughts

[voidpetrova]

starving — lip gallagher x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, cunnilingus, face-sitting, nose-sitting, dirty talk, spanking — smut

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synopsis: he's got the biggest, most appealing nose you've ever seen. all you wanna do it feel it inside you.

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lip gallagher loved eating you out—more than anything. he loved the sight of your pretty, sopping pussy catching the light in the rays of light that peaked through his bedroom curtains. he loved inhaling your sweet, intoxicating scent of arousal. he loved the glacé, delicious taste of your juices that flooded his tongue. most of all, he way your body trembled beneath his touch—how your thighs shook as he groped your ass, spreading your cunt apart to devour you the right way. or when he'd crawl in between your legs, legs shakily wrapped around his neck while you tugged at his locks. it was insatiable—he couldn't get enough of you.

on this particular day, you had chosen to do something different, something more vulnerable and compromising. he knew you loved his nose—the shape, the sheer volume and size—so when he called you into his room, you didn't know what to expect.

“i wanna try something with you,” you raised an eyebrow at his statement, curiosity awakening. “you've always had a thing for my nose, am i right?”

your cheeks flushed at the brutally honest question. of course, there wasn't a single gram of dishonesty in his inquiry—the both of you knew all too well what the answer was. you shrugged, almost casually. “i mean, yeah. you've got a pretty nose, lip.” he smirked at the answer, as if he was pleased with it.

“how would you feel about sitting on it?”

there was no rational way for you to react. the question made you shiver, his words shooting straight to your core. you scoffed, breaking into a nervous laugh. “that's ridiculous, lip.” he gave you a look, as if he was telling you he wasn't buying your act.

“is that how we're gonna play?” he fixed his posture, leaning forward as he straightened his back, sitting on the bed, just a few feet away from you. “gonna act like you don't want it as much as i do?” he could see right through your act, a malevolent smirk playing on his face. he analyzed the way your walls crumbled, the way you squeezed your thighs for an ounce of friction. he leaned back, propping his elbows against the back of his neck, using two fingers to motion you over.

while hesitant, you knew you couldn't resist him. his smile only widened when you crawled over to him, straddling his hips before pressing your lips to his. the world seemed to fade away as your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you even tighter against him. the softness of his lips against yours sent shivers down your spine, and you felt the heat between you intensify with each fleeting moment. as the kiss deepened, the world around you ceased to exist, leaving only the two of you lost in the enchantment of the moment.

“panties, babygirl,” he muttered under his breath. he licked a long stripe along your neck with his tongue. you let out a soft gasp as you obliged, hastily pulling down your shorts and panties, leaving your cunt bare as the cool air sent tingles down your spine. “just like that, keep going.” you followed his directions, tossing your panties aside.

you melted into his touch, bare cunt grinding against his clothed boner. he let out a soft grunt, hands gripping your ass, pulling your cheeks apart as he pressed you further into his boner. with a free hand, he tugged his shorts off, proceeding in nothing but his boxers.

“c'mere, baby,” he cooed, motioning you to position yourself above his face. you grew more shy by the second, but you listened to him, holding onto the headboard in order to hover above his face. “look at my girl, dripping all over my face already.” you whined, knowing there was some truth to his statement—you were wet and it was an understatement, slick dripping down your thighs, drops forming and threatening to spill onto his face.

lip was a dedicated boyfriend, and he knew just how to please you. that was precisely why he wasted no time, hands wrapped around the back of your thighs to slam you onto his face, your arousal practically drenching him. you moaned out his name, a string of curses passing your swollen lips as he went to work, tongue pushing past your cunt. he lapped at your juices, tongue wrapping around your clit as he gave it a few aggressive sucks. his tongue was way past your entrance, lapping at your tight walls, sucking at your sensitive bundle of nerves. “lip, fuck—too fucking much,” your moans only encouraged him, your eyes locking as he swirled his tongue around. that wasn't the end, though. it was only the beginning.

when he grabbed onto your hips to lift you up, you were taken aback, but the shock didn't last long. he slammed you right onto his nose, hips holding you in place as he began to bounce you—up and down, up and down. your cries of ecstasy were like music to his ears, his nose acting as your own personal sex toy. it didn't go deep, but it pushed well past your entrance, the width caressing your inner walls. he brought you back up, nose pressing harshly into your clit as he inhaled your sweet slick, right before he began to bounce you once more.

“you like it, don't you? using my nose to get yourself off?” his words were hard to make out, but you understood him. at a certain point, you didn't need him doing all the work anymore—you found yourself bouncing willingly, your orgasm creeping up on you as he groped your ass, leaving definite bruises. “so good lip, 'm so close,” you cried out, your bounces growing quicker and more aggressive as you found yourself grinding onto his nose, loving the way it made you feel.

when he stuck his tongue out, the pleasure only doubled. the strong, wet muscle gave him leverage as much as it gave you pleasure—you swore you could see stars. you pushed harder against his face, his tongue caressing your outer bits while his nose did all the inside work. when you came, you did it was a sob, fingers grabbing onto his hair for dear life, pushing him even deeper into your wet cunt. he groaned from beneath you, lapping up all the wetness you had to offer him as you rode out your orgasm.

you were a fool for thinking this would be the last time.

[flowerygrdn]

chasin' you | z. maclaren

pairing: zach maclaren x reader

warnings: fluff, fluff, and... wait what was it....oh, MORE FLUFF!!!

summary: zach seems to have taken an interest in y/n. she definitely does not believe he actually likes her. no matter how often she says "it's never gonna happen" he can't seem to give up. maybe he actually does mean what he says...

a/n: um...hi. i'm back from the dead...anyways let's get on with the story. luv ya!!!!

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For the love of God, I just couldn't get rid of him! Why me? Out of every single girl in this university, he has to go for me?! This has to be a joke. This has to be a dare...or or a bet, yeah that's what this is. A bet. Probably by his soccer buddies.

There is just no way that Zach Maclaren keeps asking me out. This is the third time this week he's weaseled his way next to me during a lecture. His arm was around the back of my uncomfortable wooden chair and his knee kept bumping mine every so often. Fuck my life, people were also dead staring at us. The universe must hate my guts.

"So, maybe after this, I can take you to that coffee shop a few blocks away." He whispered in my ear. His nose kept brushing the side of my face and chills kept spreading throughout my body. God damn it, why is he doing this to me?

"Unlike you, I'm actually trying to learn. So get your arm off me and leave me alone!" I whisper shouted the last part at him. I also whacked his arm off of my shoulder. However, instead of getting offended, he took it as a challenge. The arm that was once wrapped around my chair moved to my lap. He leaned forward in the chair, acting like he was paying attention just so he could put his hand on the farthest part of my leg. He started rubbing circles with his thumb and I'd be lying if I said it didn't give me butterflies.

I try to the best of my abilities to pry his hand off but he would not let go.

"You know some people would consider this harassment," I whispered to him again.

"And yet, your muscles relaxed when I put my hand there." I could hear the smirk in his voice, he didn't even have to turn his head. My mind blanked for the last half of the lecture, it wasn't until Zach snapped me out of my trance that I realized it was time to leave.

"Hey, baby, time to go." He took my hand as if he were trying to help me up, but I yanked it out of his grasp.

"I can get up myself, thank you. And don't call me baby. I am not your baby!" I shove my finger in his face and start towards the door.

"No...but you could be," Unfortunately for me, he has longer legs, therefore he caught up with me really fast. His head met my shoulder and his hand went to my waist.

"God, do you ever take a vacation from being an annoying jackass?" I roll my eyes and shrug my shoulder to get him off.

"Nah, it's too fun. Hey, but maybe, you can take me out. I would be a lot less annoying if you'd shut me up. Preferably with a kiss." He spun me around, hands landing on my waist, and smirked as he leaned in just enough for me to feel his breath fan across my face. I raise my hands to his neck, which causes his smile to widen. I smile and act like I'm going to kiss him.

At the last second, I smack the side of his head and begin to walk away.

"Ow...so what, no goodbye kiss?" Once again I hear the smirk in his voice as I walk to my car.

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Once again, I was just minding my business eating and drinking my coffee, when all of a sudden the chair beside me was pulled out and a familiar figure was seated next to me.

"Ugh, not today Maclaren. I need a break." I lay my book down and begin to rub my temples.

"Aww, why so stressed, baby? Need me to rub your shoulders? Or better yet how about an infamous "feel better kiss" He leans in and fully expects me to kiss him, however, I pick up my doughnut and shove it against his puckered lips.

"I'll pass, thank you." He grabs the doughnut and takes a bite out of it.

"You know, I guess I'll settle for your half-eaten doughnut." He says as he begins to devour the treat.

"You're crazy, you know that, right?" I say in utter shock that he won't give up.

"Crazy about you, baby." He smiles wiping his mouth.

"Damn and cheesy." I pick up my coffee and take a large sip of it before picking my book back up. I hear a metal chair drag against the ground and the next thing I know, Zach is breathing down my neck. He lays his head on my shoulder and picks my legs up to lay them across his lap. And fuck me, I don't stop him. "Why the hell didn't you stop him?" you may be asking, and to that I say...I DON'T FUCKING KNOW!!!!

"You're so pretty and you smell good. You're smart and caring. You love your friends and family unconditionally. You read Jane Austin over and over again. You're taking Criminal Justice because you believe the justice system is fucked up and you want to change that. You're probably the most perfect person I have ever met." Zach says each and every word into my neck as he rubs his thumb up and down my thigh. All the words in my book began to blur. It's funny because, at the time, I was reading "Emma" by Jane Austin.

He knew everything about me. He listed the reasons why he liked me. To top it off, he's holding me like I'm the most valuable thing in the world. Does Zach Maclaren like me? Like actually? No Bullshit?

"I like you, y/n. No bullshit." It's like he read my mind. I look at him and see the complete adoration in his eyes. He actually means it. He lifts his head and kisses my cheek before softly setting my legs down. He gets up and turns to me one last time.

"I want you to like me how I like you. I want you to see me how I see you. And if you don't, then I can live with that. As long as you tell me the God's honest truth." Then he's gone. The coffee shop doorbell rings and I just sit there. He wasn't joking, he actually meant every word he said.

Zach noticed things no other guy had. He sees me as more than a pretty face. God damn it the justice system is fucked up! Maybe I do like Zach Maclaren...

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I stand by the locker room doors and wait for him. He told me to tell him the truth, so that's what I'm coming to do. Fuck man, it's too cold and I am too nervous to be standing here right now. Soon, I heard the door open. Zach came out with a few of his teammates. He spotted me and froze for a second.

"Hey, I'll catch up with you guys later." He tells his friends and they run off. He stands in the same spot. The silence is so loud and I can't stand it.

"Hi," I said, full of nerves.

"Hi," The smile on his face was enough to make a girl melt.

"You did great, congrats on the win."

"Yep, thanks." I could tell he was waiting for me to say what I really wanted to say.

"That's all I needed to say...bye!" I went to run off but my wrist was caught by Zach.

"Nah uh uh, you could not pay me enough to believe you bought an eight-dollar ticket, sat through an hour-long game, stood by the locker room door for half an hour, and waited for me to come out just to tell me congrats." He could see straight through my bullshit and it was scary. He pulled me closer and let go of my wrist. His arm then snaked its way around my waist.

"Talk to me, baby." His words were like music to my ears. His voice was delicate and soft. I could just...well...you'll see.

"Um...so IcametotellyouthatIreallylikeyouandIwanttobewithyouandyoumakemereallyhappyandyeahthat'sall." My words were all jumbled and he looked so confused.

"Okay um...a little slower, please." He laughed and I took a deep breath before responding,

"I like you, Zach. And I want to be with yo-" Before I could get the last word out, he smashed his lips against mine. My hands went to his neck and his hand that was holding his soccer bag let go and went to my neck. The kiss was filled with so much adoration and passion. We only pulled apart when we had to breathe.

"I only needed to hear the first sentence." He smiled as he rubbed the side of my face.

"So...is that coffee shop offer still on the table? Baby" His smile widened and he looked up at the star-lit sky.

"Of course it is. Damn, all this chasin' you made me do, baby." With that, he connected our lips again.

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a/n: hehe again, sorry for falling off the face of the earth. I'll try to be more active!

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[dmitriene]

𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗠𝗢𝗡 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗩𝗜𝗥𝗚𝗜𝗡 𝗚𝗙 𝗣𝗧 𝟭.

❝𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧❞ 𝘣𝘧 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘹 𝘨𝘧 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 ❝𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦❞ 𝘗𝘜𝘙𝘌 𝘍𝘓𝘜𝘍𝘍, 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞, 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯, 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘥𝘳𝘺𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘫𝘰𝘣, 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵

 ✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3. ˑ༄

simon is extremely careful because you both know that he has a heavy soldier’s hand and he is a man who grew up as a soldier, capable of turning into a living killing machine and, in principle, a meat grinder, but not next to you, no.

he treats you like a jewel, many people want to protect what is closest to them, especially if they consider it more fragile than them, and the same applies to you, you don’t have to be a completely defenseless porcelain doll — just being an ordinary civilian, unlike simon, is enough, and he already wants to act around you like a loyal dog around something fragile.

in your relationship with him, the detail that you were a virgin was revealed extremely quickly, when, in a stream of hot kisses and wet traces along the neck to the collarbones, his hands slid to your crotch and you somehow squeaked in fear, slightly pushing his hands away, making him mentally worry — «did i do something wrong? she doesn't want that? am i hurried things up?»

one glance at the dark brown abyss of his eyes is enough to understand that he is immersed in a stream of thoughts from which it would be nice to get him out before he plunges deeper than necessary, your hands carefully touch his cheeks, warm from the blush and recent kisses, stroking his cheekbones and pressing your nose to his to convince him with a gentle whisper — «hey, si.. it's alright, i'm fine, you did nothing wrong okay? i just didn't — didn't had anything like that before»

light eyelashes flutter like a fan when he looks at you and his gaze widens in surprise, brown eyes become as if cat like round when he sharply releases a sigh that he didn’t know he was holding, gently placing his slightly rough palms on top of yours, nervously licking the line of slightly thin lips and nodding with relief, kissing the button of your nose like a child, smiling and muttering hoarsely, gradually moving away from the previously heated atmosphere — «yeah.. yeah, sorry love, got it, we're not in a hurry, step by step, gonna — gonna take my time with my precious girl»

and his word was restrained, you moved forward in small steps while he explored the world of intimacy as if anew, but now with you — no rush, promiscuous connections and unknown surroundings, only his charming girlfriend, who in the end turned out to be quite enthusiastic, otherwise how to explain how it all came to this.

it seems to him that you begged him about this for weeks, just like you, because after that situation when he found out about your inexperience, he seemed to begin to be afraid, and when small kisses turned into quite hot and with a lot of saliva, hands reaching out to pull his belt, he removed them and continued to kiss you, allowing you to feel the bulge in his pants pressing into you and which you wanted to feel in every possible way, but you were like a child from whom all the sweet things were taken away.

most often, all such sessions, be it on the couch while watching a movie or in the bedroom before bed, when a couple of innocent kisses before bed turned into a practical desire to devour each other — they became just dry humping, strong fingers squeezed your hips and slowly moved them along his legs, causing your panties, already soaked to the limit, to stick to your folds while you whined and whimpered every now and then, clinging to his shoulders and begging for more — «pl-llease, mph, s-si.. want you.. want you inside so bad..»

he controlled himself well even when he heard your charming whines, and it seemed to you that he was deliberately mocking you, because he only whispered backhandedly — «no, love, gonna take more time than that, need you to be patient, yea?» kissing the top of your head and deliberately jerking his leg, making you wiggle your clothed pussy against his knee and shudder in an instant, numb orgasm, digging your nails into his shoulders and practically scratching them through the fabric of his shirt, moaning and mewling unintelligibly while he literally felt how your cunt clenches and unclenches around nothing, gushing into the cotton of your panties and the thin fabric of your shorts.

your patience was rewarded, to the extreme, one way or another you moved a little further, finding yourself between his legs with his wide dick lying exactly on your tongue, while saliva flowed down your chin, maybe you were the initiator of what was happening, crawling between his legs while he watched TV, his muscular legs spread wide apart, allowing you to gaze at the imprint of his girthy cock in his gray sweatpants, fidgeting with your cheek against the inside of his thigh just like a cat, looking at him absolutely innocently and batting your eyelashes, and how can he refuse when you look so adorable, so needy?

you don’t remember how long you’ve been sitting between his legs, the texture of the carpet uncomfortably rubs against your knees, even if it’s soft, while you with half lidded eyes studyly lick his big shaft, humming and emitting vibrations when he gently helps you with his hand, placing it on the back of your head and gently helping you move, while your tongue circled around the tip, picking up pearls of the precum on your tongue, slowly releasing him from your mouth to gently kiss the head, causing simon to growl and twitch as you slowly began to swallow him back, moaning and squirming on the carpet, looking for a friction for your throbbing pussy, causing him to stroke your forehead with his thumb and mumble deeply — «good girl, fuck — just keep it nice and warm here, yeah? gonna teach you how to.. how to do it properly, sweetheart»

he is so gentle and careful, he is in no hurry and asks you to pat his arm or leg, looking where you can reach, if something goes wrong — but you are so eager to do him good that you allow him to push your throat onto his throbbing dick even through the strange tingling sensation around your lips, running your tongue along his bulging veins as he continues to pump you slowly along his cock, which jumps up and rubs against the roof of your mouth, making you practically purr, allowing him to push deeper into the tightness of your throat.

but suddenly you close your eyes and your face contrasts with pain, your nails cling to his leg, causing him to pull you back in concern, instantly noticing the cut in the corner of your lip, which is why he immediately hides his still erect member in his boxers and sweatpants, hastily, gently squeezing your cheeks while your eyes gradually become wet from an uncomfortable burning sensation — «fuckin' hell, i told you to .. — shit, sweetheart, m'so sorry, had to notice first, i'm sorry»

you shake your head, additionally feeling that your jaw is aching, you don’t want him to feel like he’s to blame, so you gently kiss him on the cheek, looking at him guiltily and pursing your lip, purring hoarsely — «noo, it's my fault, you told me to tap you.. just.. wanted you to feel good, si»

he waves his head, stroking your hair and kissing you along the entire perimeter of your face, sensually and surprisingly airily, picking you up on his lap and adjusting his bulge, noticing how your gaze slowly slides between his legs, to which he hides your face in his neck, chuckling and continuing to kiss you tenderly, his fingers tracing circles and stripes along your spine, making you giggle at his words — «another time, lovie, you had enough for today, yep? best fucking girl in the world, wanna take care of me so much» ‹𝟹

one way or another, simon was really very worried, otherwise how to explain the fact that he practically did not let you out of his arms, did not allow anything more than small pecks on your cheeks or nose, and constantly sat you down on his muscular thighs to smear the corner of your lip with ointment, stroking your cheek extremely tenderly, watching you pout charmingly due to the fact that your training is delayed, and apparently for a long time, but can you really blame him for worrying about you, his precious girl?

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[thatdammchickennugget]

hello💕could you write a little something with this enzo edit about a bookworm!reader who has caught enzo’s eye? assuming he’s not a reader but wants to impress 🤣 love you!

Reading Between The Lines

pairing - lorenzo berkshire x fem!reader

warnings - fluff, kinda shy enzo I guess, bookworm!reader, one mention of y/n

a/n - my love 💕 I have been thinking about this since I saw your edit for the first time. love you!!!

wordcount - 1.7k

part one - part two

The Hogwarts library was a sanctuary for you, a haven of quiet amidst the chaos of school life. Surrounded by towering bookshelves and the scent of old parchment, you felt at home among the rows of dusty tomes and well-worn novels.

You were always lost in the pages of a book, your nose buried in its contents as you devoured story after story. It was your escape, your solace, your one true passion in life.

And it was in the library that Lorenzo Berkshire found himself drawn to you, captivated by the way your eyes sparkled with excitement as you pored over the pages of a book. He admired your quiet confidence, your unassuming beauty, your love for literature.

Enzo wasn't much of a reader himself, but he found himself spending more and more time in the library, hoping to catch a glimpse of you. He would watch from a distance as you returned books to their rightful places, a shy smile playing at the corners of his lips.

And then, when you weren't looking, he would sneak over to the shelves and scan the titles of the books you had returned, committing them to memory. He hoped that by borrowing the same books, he could strike up a conversation with you, impress you with his knowledge of literature and your shared taste in stories.

But it wasn't easy for him. He struggled to find the same passion for reading that you possessed, often finding himself bored or distracted by the words on the page. But he persevered, determined to win your affections, even if it meant stepping out of his comfort zone.

As he flipped through the pages of the latest book he had borrowed, the text on the back of the book having promised a thrilling romance between star-crossed lovers in a fantasy realm, Enzo couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration. He longed to connect with you, to share in the joy you found in reading, but it seemed like an impossible task.

But then, as he turned a particularly dog-eared page, he came across a passage that made him pause. It was a passage about love, about longing, about the ache of unrequited affection. And in that moment, Enzo realized that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't so different from the characters in the books you loved so much.

With a curious furrow in his brow, he carefully examined the dog-eared page, wondering if perhaps you had left it as a deliberate sign. Maybe, it was your subtle way of sending him a hint—a hint that you felt the same way he did.

As he pondered the possibility, his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that you were trying to tell him something? The thought filled him with a rush of excitement, igniting a flicker of hope within his chest.

But before he could dwell on it further, his attention was drawn to something tucked between the pages. With trembling fingers, Enzo reached for the small slip of parchment, his pulse quickening with anticipation.

As he unfolded the note, his eyes widened in surprise, and a flush of embarrassment crept up his neck. The delicate script danced across the parchment, revealing your words:

‘Caught you sneaking glances, Berkshire. Don't worry, I don't mind. Maybe we can talk about books sometime? I'd love to hear your thoughts on the ones you've been borrowing. – Y/n’

Enzo felt a mixture of emotions wash over him—embarrassment, surprise, but above all, a strange sense of relief. It was as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, knowing that you were aware of his attempts to get your attention.

But as he continued to read the note over and over, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. There was a warmth to your words, a kindness that eased the embarrassment he felt.

With a newfound sense of determination, Enzo folded the note and tucked it into his pocket, his mind racing with possibilities. Maybe he didn't need to impress you by matching your passion for literature. Maybe all he needed to do was be himself.

The next day, he found himself back in the library, the note from you burning a hole in his pocket. He couldn't shake the nervous excitement coursing through him as he went to return the borrowed book, his eyes darting around in search of you.

And there you were, nestled in the back corner of the library, a book in hand and a serene expression on your face. Enzo's heart skipped a beat at the sight of you, and with a deep breath, he made his way over to where you sat.

"Hey," he said softly as he approached, internally cringing at the way his voice was tinged with nervousness.

You looked up from your book, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips as you met his gaze. "Hey, Enzo. What brings you here?"

Enzo shifted nervously, his mind racing as he tried to find the right words. "I, uh, just wanted to return this," he said, holding up the book he had borrowed the day before. "And, um, maybe take you up on your offer to talk about books?"

Your smile widened, and you gestured for him to take a seat beside you. "I'd like that," you said, patting the empty space next to you. "So, what did you think of this one?"

Enzo hesitated for a moment, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep up his neck. "Honestly? I didn’t finish it," he admitted sheepishly. "But I, uh, I really liked the parts I did read."

To his relief, you laughed softly, a musical sound that filled the air with warmth. "That's okay," you said reassuringly. "We can talk about it whenever you're ready. Or we can talk about something else. It's up to you."

As you spoke, Enzo felt a wave of relief wash over him. Your easygoing nature and understanding demeanor helped to quell the nervous flutter in his chest. He settled into the seat beside you, feeling more at ease than he had in days.

"Thanks," he said, offering you a grateful smile. "I appreciate it. And, uh, I'd love to hear what you think about the books you've been reading too."

Your smile widened, and you leaned in closer, your eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'd love to tell you about them," you said eagerly. "I've been reading this really interesting series about magical creatures. Have you heard of it?"

Enzo shook his head, feeling a pang of embarrassment at his lack of knowledge. "No, I haven't," he admitted sheepishly. "But it sounds intriguing. Maybe you could lend me the first one sometime?"

To his surprise, you nodded eagerly. "Of course," you said, reaching into your bag to pull out the book in question. "Here you go. Let me know what you think."

Enzo accepted the book with a grateful smile, feeling a rush of warmth at your generosity. As he flipped through the pages and you easily continued your conversation, the hours seemed to fly by unnoticed. The library around you faded into the background as you delved deeper into discussion, sharing thoughts and opinions on various books and topics. Enzo found himself hanging on your every word, captivated by your intellect and passion. He didn’t even feel bad about not adding much to the conversation, completely satisfied with listening to you ramble about something you were clearly so passionate about.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow through the library windows, Enzo realized that he didn't want the day to end. He wanted to spend more time with you, to explore the depths of your mind and get to know you even better.

Summoning his courage, he cleared his throat, his heart pounding in his chest. "Hey, um," he began, his voice slightly shaky with nerves. "I was wondering if, uh, maybe you'd like to go out with me sometime? You know, like on a date?"

Your eyes widened in surprise, a soft blush creeping into your cheeks. "Oh," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I, um, I'd like that, Enzo. I'd really like that."

Relief washed over him and he leaned into your space a little closer without even realizing it. "Really? You would?" he asked, unable to keep the excitement out of his voice.

You nodded, a unfamiliarly shy smile playing at the corners of your lips. "Yeah," you said, your voice filled with warmth. "I'd love to go out with you."

Enzo's heart soared at your words. He couldn't believe his luck, couldn't believe that someone as amazing as you would want to go on a date with him. And even more, he couldn’t believe that his little stunt, the one his friends had said was lowkey stalking, had worked.

"Great!" he exclaimed cheerfully. "Um, how about this Saturday? We could go to Hogsmeade together, maybe grab a butterbeer or something?"

You nodded eagerly, a sparkle of anticipation in your eyes. "That sounds perfect, Enzo. And then we can go to Tomes and Scrolls and pick out a book you’ll actually enjoy. Maybe we could read it together?"

"I'd love that," he replied, a broad smile spreading across his face. "It sounds like the perfect date."

The warmth of your smile matched his own as you agreed, and for a moment, everything felt right in the world. As the two of you continued to chat, the library slowly emptied out around you, leaving just the two of you in the cozy solitude of the reading room. Time seemed to stand still as he watched you read your book.

Eventually, the librarian announced that the library would be closing soon, breaking the spell of the moment. Reluctantly, Enzo and you gathered your things and made your way to the exit.

Outside, the castle hallways were bathed in the soft light of dusk, casting a golden glow over everything it touched. The dopey smile didn’t want to leave his face he walked beside you, his heart filled with anticipation for the weekend.

As you reached the entrance to your common room, Enzo turned to face you, a little sad to let you go for the night. "So, I'll see you on Saturday, then?" he asked, his voice tinged with hope.

You nodded, smiling up at him. "I can't wait," you replied. "It's a date."

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┊Impure Thoughts┊2

《Part 1┊Reader x Bucky Barnes

Bucky is getting more comfortable with going out without the prosthetic. You are getting a little too comfortable with the idea of using it...as a pleasure tool.

Warnings - smut, fingering, fisting, oral (f receiving)

Words - 2250

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Every secret of your mind is rendered up—from this new and intimate perspective, you have no choice, but to speak

“Lust,” you keep your voice pitched low “Lust is a deadly sin” 

“And fucking yourself with my arm” His lips twitch, almost imperceptibly.

“I think that falls under lust” you whisper, sultry.

You catch yourself staring at the sensual curve of his lips, the impressive cut of his jaw, devouring every part of him with eyes.

“I think it should have its own category” he responds sweetly, allowing a shade of mockery to infect his tone.

He is looking at you with amused suspicion—you have to acknowledge this tame remark about the whole situation sounds way too perverse. You try to remain cordial and calm. You don’t want to give him the impression you are overbearing in fear he would judge you.

“Bucky-”

His jacket then goes to the floor, followed by his trousers, shirt until he is only in his boxers. His eyes dart over the surface of your face, exploring you from a distance with his unspoken desire and an innocent and mesmerizing smile.

“Jesus, snezinka…you are so filthy”(snowflake)

you hear a mute moan of human tenderness— his soul actually hanging around your naked body and is ready to repent. There is a pleasant sinking sensation in Bucky’s stomach as he contemplates how deliciously it would be to do it himself.

Your eyes widen at his choice of words and, much to your shock, you find that you love his dirty talk.

You are on your back—legs spread—the metal fingers still in you.

A little bit of kink is one of the most delicious of erotic pleasures

He stumbles forward to the bed and your body suddenly surges with the heat of concentrated humiliation—you feel disgusted—tired of the lust, but it's so hard to refuse it now.

He doesn’t speak, his expression doesn’t soften. But he is hard.

“The scent of your arousal is so-so sweet”

He speaks and you have a difficult time tearing your gaze away from his pelvis to meet his eyes.

His blue eyes almost glow, his voice lowered, husky. The scent of you, the scent of—pure filth.

Those scents lay around Bucky now, tempting him, drawing him.

Your thighs tighten, legs tremble at the sight of him coming closer to the bed. You hear him swear under his breath and reach down to squeeze tightly the imprint of his cock through the boxers—he senses your gaze now as he grips his cock over the fabric, the friction is absolutely delicious.

“Keep them open, it is too late for shame, baby”

He has never before felt so overwhelmed—nor experienced such appetite—such impatience for the night to begin.

He licks his lips, panting hard as you spread your legs further, his eyes barely glancing over the moisture glazed flesh.

He groans, the thought of his head between those silky thighs, his tongue lapping the sweet moisture that produced that intriguing scent is nearly more than he could bear.

Bucky licks his lips and bits back an oath.

When he climbs onto the bed, the bed cracking under his weight—as he crawls towards you—you close your eyes, take a deliberate deep inhale through your nose, hold it for a few seconds before forcing the trapped air out through pursed lips, attempting to calm down your accelerating heart rate.

And an affliction more than describes it.

Your feet fevered, skin sensitive, ready for his touch. It is unlike anything you have ever experienced. It is unlike anything you ever wanted to know, feel.

Bucky touches the back of your thigh, fingers grazing lightly down to the back of your knee, grasping it and lifting your leg carefully over his shoulder.

Through the fog of dizzying pleasure you open your eyes—a hitch of breath when his fingers slip in and out of you really quickly

—this bastard has reattached his arm.

He observes your face; your eyelids have dropped low over your eyes, bottom lip caught between your teeth. He squeezes your thigh, keeping your leg over his shoulder, his thumb gently tracing your skin and another low sigh leaves you.

You feel him withdrawing his fingers from your dripping centre. Then, one finger traces down your slit and starts to play with your tight rosebud.

You shudder from the pleasure that he is giving you. Feeling the pressure building up—your breathing becomes more labored. He keeps circling his finger in just the way that you love it and you can feel the beginning of the orgasm, when he pulls away.

Your gazes meet, he can see your eyes beseeching him to give you the release that you urgently needed.

“No, this is not what you have planned”

There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter for the prolonging of desire

Two fingers glisten with the frothy cream of your body. After swishing his saliva around, he manages to clear his palate enough before bringing the fingers to his lips and sucking them slowly, his mouth watering from the irresistible tangy, almost metallic taste

—he has never tasted vibranium before.

You whimper as he takes them into his mouth, his eyes darkening on a sigh of both ecstasy and sin as he tastes you on his own fingers. His lashes lowered, becoming heavy with sexuality, his face is tense, tight with the needs that surges through his body as well.

“You always taste good—even better like that”

Bucky smiles, the curve of his lips tight.

He says as he runs the metal index finger along your slit, gathering some of the arousal, then circling it around your clit before dipping the digit insidе. Slowly he pumps, sending your hips bucking under his hand.

He adds another finger into her tightness and you mewls.

“Oh yes” The shocking words erupting from your mouth do little to dim the haze of need for more “Please. Oh please—” you are making little gasping sounds, Bucky looks down to watch his whole fist sinking in slowly, but surely.

“What the…how…” he murmurs.

The anticipation and confusion he feels at seeing his hand disappearing into you, also a kind of sensual pleasure, and surrounding it, like an embrace, a general elation—it is terribly inconvenient, no good might come of it, but he finds out for himself that he enjoys it, and it thrills him.

Your eyes lit up in glee, seeing his grimace of pleasure, the raw lust that transforms his face—as you finally get what you wanted.

Since he has done that for you, you suppose it was only fair that he wants it too.

“Fuck...please” you struggle to get out, overcome by what he has just done.

“Need to suck your tits”

He says, removing your leg from his shoulder, he leans downward to press a small kiss to the side of your neck and you gasp, head arching back as that rough, rasping tongue strokes over your neck. Slowly, he places open mouthed kisses up the of your neck, letting his tongue slip out occasionally to taste your skin.

His breathing increases in pace, coming out in a deep and fast rhythm, as he kisses his way across your throat to give the other side of the neck the same treatment and he registers that you have upped the volume as well, with quiet moans accompanying your sighs.

Oh, this will be so good.

Real good.

Hot, with a gentle abrasion that has you panting as he moves slowly to your breasts. He lavishes your tits with attention, his lips nibbling sporadically, which only adds to the arousal coursing through your veins.

The satisfaction of hearing your ardor-filled voice uttering his name with such need is indescribable. It fills him with such yearning that he could barely contain himself.

His cock aches to escape and fuck you—but is all about you tonight.

Bucky can only sigh, grinding a bit into the air, he makes himself elicit a growl against your skin in response, scraping his teeth lightly over the nipple. He groans, fisting into you harder now, hitting your cervix as your eyes, water up at the sensation of being so stuffed as he gives you more and more—him hand fucking you like that flips your brain inside out and turns your cunt to pudding.

You are mindless now. You can feel the sensations building—everywhere.

The wet squelches of your pussy make it clear that you are incredibly turned on. Bucky plays with your body expertly and if he keeps going you are going to come apart all over his hand. Your breathing speeds up and becomes ragged, broken moans interspersed between the gasps for air.

He meets your eyes as he pulls back and thrust his hand into you again. You are just blinking up at him, eyes wide as he bites his lip, trying to maintain a steady pace instead of pounding into you the way he wants.

Of course, you notice his reluctance—you shamelessly whisper—

“Faster”

“Tell me if it hunts, baby” he slurs the words as if inebriated.

He speeds up his pace, he’s panting, because he wants to fuck you so much—he feels the build of pleasure low in his abdomen as he slams his hand into you, the cool heat of your orgasm builds with each thrust—you clenching around him—shuddering against him.

It is not the easiest for the pace but the feeling of both your cunt getting filled by his metal hand and his mouth on your nipple have you coming, screaming out—his hand having slowed down to extend your pleasure—he feels you clench your inner muscles hard and your whole body starts to seize up, as the orgasm washes over. Lost to your pleasure, you ramble nonsensically; a combination of his name, pleas for more and thanking him for doing this.

He slowly removes his fingers from your cunt, giving the clit a small caress before raising his hand to lick off your slick.

“Different—” you try to catch your breath.

Shame is a soul eating emotion

“—different position”

Why drown in shame when you can have so much fun swimming in lust?

Oh, sweet fucking Jesus—Bucky wants to say, but stays wordless.

You are not ashamed of your needs—it overlays his heart with lust, too.

He immediately understands you and moves you like a rag doll—he maneuvers your legs so that you end up straddling him, your cunt is right over his head.

Bucky’s tongue rasps through the slit of your lips from bottom to top. You buck against him, greedily using his mouth and nose for your pleasure, compressing his face underneath your weight.

Slow, erotically rough and so hot you feel your flesh melting. His human hand grips your thigh, holding you down to his mouth—he slips his metal fingers inside of you, twisting and curling as he tirelessly works. 

“Mmmm” his low moans of pleasure vibrates against your clit. You gasp for breath as he licks you, his tongue swirling around, gathering more and more of the taste as he groans in satisfaction merely from being suffocated, used—your enthusiasm, hoping the vibrations would likewise be your undoing.

Those sweet lips. Oh my, he could kiss those lips all night long.

He smiles mentally and continues the pleasurable torture, not playing on stopping until you finish. Bucky has to consciously remind both his hand and mouth to keep moving, concentrating the movements—your melodic sounds are way so distracting to his mind.

He raises his head for the last time and licks up the delicious slit, savoring the flavor, before focusing on your pleasure bud once again, his whole fuckin hand in your depths, fisting you, making you clench around the metal, your orgasm building.

Arousal is more potent than any drug on the planet as Bucky drowns, drinks you in as you start to tremble—endearing that you want to finish so badly, breasts sway as you choke, rapidly approaching your orgasm.

You cry out as tremors take hold of you, her body jerking and nearly slithering away—but the flesh fingers have you locked, his arm around your thigh, holding you in place. He keeps going until he can’t breathe anymore—you’ve managed to nudge him into the mattress, but he doesn't mind—he doesn’t mind at all.

He lets go of you and you tumble to his side. Bucky can’t help but grin as he turns his head to face you—his sultry lips and seductive—covered in your wetness.

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own. All Bucky wants is for you to feel good—you are, and always have been, his dream.

“Bucky?” you ask against your better judgment. “How do you—do you want me—“ you clear your throat. “Do you want to fuck me or—something else?”

You are confused and you are trying to catch your breath when you hear a dark chuckle—you meet his eyes then, all wide pupils and rich blue irises.

Darker than you’ve seen before

“Do you think that my dick will be enough after all that?” he asks, quietly.

“What about your dick and your hand in my—” you manage to whimper.

Bucky is amused. Or speechless. Maybe something in between there.

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Fics like that arrive all the same. And now it's here. Or should I say, I AM >:)

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[mattslolita]

lunchbox friends - n. sturniolo ( 001. )

in which ... they meet at a melanie martinez concert and become best friends. platonic!nick & platonic!black!fem reader

warnings ; cussings, mentions of vape, mostly fluff!

"𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓."

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗˗ˏˋ ꒰

nervousness flooded your body as you walked up towards the venue to see your favorite singer — melanie martinez.

since 2017 when you first began listening to her, she's resonated with you deeply. her lyrics which spoke poetry about real life situations, and how her song titles were innocent but the song went deeper — the cry baby album would always be your favorite and hold a special place in your heart, but when melanie dropped portals you literally had it on repeat since that day. it's safe to say nymphology was your favorite song.

unfortunately, you didn't have many friends that listened to her on the level you did, so it resulted in you not having anyone to go with. your anxiety increased due to this, because you didn't particularly like going places alone.

your hands adjusted the bands on your wrist then you smoothed your earth green long skirt from your outfit in confidence — the line was finally starting to move as you could see the arena ahead of you, causing your nerves to cease slightly as you realized you'd be breathing the same air as your favorite singer in some minutes.

when you reached the front row just behind the barricade, you found yourself next to people already — your excited nerves flowed through your veins as you looked up at the stage in anticipation.

"oh my gosh, i love your outfit!" a male's voice says from beside you, prompting you to turn to the source.

he was brunette and taller than you, a nose ring that complimented his face nicely — the kind smile on his face caused you to smile at him.

"thank you!" you said to him, your eyes traveling down to his shoes and your smile widened, "i love your shoes so much."

"thank you," he says back to you, "i really liked this whole outfit, i devoured honestly."

"period, you did that!" you giggled at him, both of you sharing another laugh with one another.

"i'm nick, by the way," he tells you, holding his hand out for you to shake.

you look at him like he's crazy before pulling him in for a hug. "i'm y/n! it's nice to meet you."

"i'm kinda nervous, this is my first concert alone," nick tells you, and you nod knowingly, "my brothers aren't really into melanie so i didn't pressure them into coming with me."

"i'm an only child, i wished i could've had siblings to come here with me," you tell nick, and he grins.

"we should definitely hang out after this, then," nick suggests, and your eyes light up and snap your fingers at him in agreeance.

"yo brothers are finna be sick of us with the way i'm gonna blast melanie all the time," you giggle, causing nick to laugh along with you.

right off the bat, you know nick matched your energy really well — he was exactly what you looked for in a friend, and it was like a breath of fresh air when all that surrounded you in the past was toxicity.

suddenly the lights dimmed, causing both you and nick to share a grin as you clamp onto his wrist excitedly — a beautiful, earthy escape came on the screen and your eyes wandered around it as you marveled at the pretty mushrooms and butterflies that littered the scenery.

"bitch oh my gosh," nick gasps quietly, tugging on your arm to capture your attention, "she's here."

"oh my fucking word."

low and behold, melanie emerges from the stage causing everyone including both you and nick to go wild upon seeing her — alot of people shamed her for the prosthetics she wore, but you thought it was one of the most creative and bravest things she'd ever pulled off. it was definitely different, but that's why you loved her so much — she never limited her creativity, always going outside of the box. and she ate every time.

"MELANIE, I LOVE YOU!" you yelled, cupping your hands around your mouth as she lets out a giggle into the microphone.

"la, how are you guys tonight?" melanie announces, and the crowd immediately whoops and hollers for her.

"girl, cause what do you mean we're breathing the same air as her right now?" nick whispers to you, causing you to laugh as he holds his phone up towards her to capture the moment.

you follow suit, also discreetly taking a few pictures of both you and nick together ( mostly of you freaking out ), before the first song comes on, her dancers coming out as well — death.

an excited squeal comes from your mouth as you and nick are now both recording each other singing along to the song silently.

"when you aren't around," you narrate with your hands, recording you and nick, "i sink into the ground. i try to pretend i'm closer to you!"

"never understand it, you're always on my mind, i cannot help it," nick sings along with you, the both of you watching as melanie and her dancers perform in front of you.

as your favorite part draws closer, you find yourself beginning to dance, feeling this song so badly as you and nick continue singing with melanie.

"BACK FROM THE DEAD, BACK FROM THE DEAD!" you both sing, holding each other's hand as you sing, "I'M BACK FROM THE DEAD, BACK FROM THE DEAD!"

you're hyping each other up at this point and you're pretty sure there's other people giving you both crazy looks, but you could care less as you're both relishing in the amazing time you're having.

pretty soon your favorite song starts playing, and you squeal at nick in excitement as you grab his shoulder. "bitch, this is my song! i'm gonna teach you to shake ass to this one!"

"bitch i'm so excited, don't fucking play with me!" nick yells back to you.

"CALL ME YOUR NYMPH, PRAISE ME FOR MARTYR, PRAISE ME FOR SIN!" you both sing to each other, "CALL ME YOUR MUSE, A SPRITE OR AN ELF THAT YOU CRY TO AND USE!"

"i will not suffer, cry under covers," melanie sings into the microphone, swaying along and you feel yourself about to get crazy, "i'm not your mother, oh oh, oh oh-"

"IT'S NYMPHOLOGY, NOT PSYCHOLOGY!" you and nick scream, and you begin throwing it back slightly, causing nick to hype you up as he records you, "BE THE MANIC PIXIE DREAM GIRL BITCH YOU FUCKING OUTTA BE!"

"damaged audity, bought by sotheby's!" melanie sings, dancing on the stage causing you and nick to cling onto each other, "auctioned to a selfish man who thinks that he's the prophecy!"

"you can't even spell that you're an expert in nymphology!" nick sings as he records melanie.

he remains blissfully unaware as you quickly open your small purse and duck your head to take a quick hit from your peach mango watermelon elfbar, blowing the smoke downwards so that nobody could notice you.

"girl let me hit that real quick," nick whispers to you and your eyes widen before you giggle and pass it to him, watching as he ducks down the same way you did to take a hit.

the rest of the concert was magical — you couldn't believe the energy that melanie produced and the amazing show that she performed, and the newest friendship that you made. even the smallest moments like when melanie giggled into the mic again whilst singing moon cycle, or the way nick gave you water when he noticed that you were running out of breath meant, that meant the most to you.

when the concert was over, you and nick were still attached at the hip as you both gushed nonstop about your favorite singer and her abilities to make this one of the best nights you've ever had.

when you both exited the venue, you two were so engaged in conversation that you almost didn't notice a group of three girls slowly approaching the both of you.

"hi, i don't mean to interrupt you guys," a brunette girl said shyly, messing with a bracelet on her wrist as she and her friends smiled at you both, "i love you guys' videos nick, and you're one of the most gorgeous girls ever."

"thank you!" both you and nick smiled at the same time, causing the girls to giggle.

"i was wondering if i could get a picture with you both?" she asked, looking between the both of you.

"are you okay with that, y/n?" nick asks you, and you beam at the girl with a nod.

"did you guys wanna be in it too?" you asked her friends sweetly, both of them nodding with shy smiles.

the brunette girl gets in the middle as you and nick gather around her, one friend next to nick whilst the other stands on the other side of you — you smile into the camera as the girl quickly snaps three photos, and your heart could melt at the way she gushed in admiration.

"thank you guys so much!" she said to the both of you, "have a great night!"

"you too, love!" nick tells her, and you wave to them kindly.

"videos?" you querie nick with a smile, "what kind of videos do you make?"

"me and my brothers have a youtube channel together, we do vlogs and car videos," nick explains, and you nod in intrigue. "this is actually one of the first nights where i get to relax and have fun like this, honestly."

"i love that for you, then," you tell nick, then you wriggle your eyebrows with a grin, "and i would love even more to meet these brothers of yours."

nick rolls his eyes at this playfully. "girl, they're gonna wanna steal you from me!"

"that's not finna happen, cause you were gang before they were!" you tell him.

"do you live in la by any chance?" nick asks you.

"i do!" you smile, pulling your phone out and going to contacts, "give me your number and shit so we can text each other!"

"we need to plan to hang out again, too!" nick adds, as he puts his number into your phone.

"lemme call an uber before it gets too late," you pout slightly, not yet wanting to stop talking to nick. "it was so amazing meeting you, nick!"

"girl, it was great meeting you too!" nick smiles.

you bring him in for yet another hug, then ask him various times if he had a ride home to make sure he was safe — after finally reassuring you, your uber had pulled up not long after and with one final hug to nick for the night, you hop inside, waving him goodbye.

when you got home, the first thing you did was turn on the heater since it was cold in your house.

you slipped your sandals off and put your purse on the foot of your bed, going into your bathroom to wash off your makeup. a text from nick caused you to grin as you got your makeup wipes and began with the blush on your face.

twinflame❤‍🔥💋

girl tell me why i accidentally sent one of the videos to my brother and he IMMEDIATELY asked for your instagram👀

twinn🤞💜

nick😭😭😭😭

is he cute tho ?🤣

twinflame❤‍🔥💋

🙄 y'all haven't even met yet and it's already starting

i'm disappointed.

twinn🤞💜

BYEEE

no but don't give him my gram yet, i wanna meet in person😝

twinflame❤‍🔥💋

do you wanna come over sometime next weekend ?

we can go out to eat somewhere then come back and hang out!

twinn🤞💜

absolutelyyyy !

i'm so down & i'll text you to let you know !

twinflame❤‍🔥💋

goodnight girl❤

twinn🤞💜

goodnight stinkaa😘

twinflame❤‍🔥💋 liked this message!

you exited out of your messages with a content smile, finding yourself extremely excited for the next time you both would hang out. you could tell this friendship would be a good one, and you were hoping it was better than the type of friends you had in the past.

lil 💌

cause this been in my drafts for TOO long, & i love my fav so yk i had to make a best friends series for him😝 for my twinnie @thenickgirl happy early birthday to us🤭.

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[jeannineee]

Lessons

Cassian x Reader

a/n: y’all voted for Cassie’s miniseries first, so here it is :). This one isn’t angsty like Az’s so I hope y’all still like it.

This has grumpy x sunshine vibes but I’m rolling w it.

Summary: Reader has been friends w/ Cassian and IC for decades. Reader and Cassian flirt often, but it never goes beyond that…right?

Despite reader’s flirty behavior, reader has never been with anyone before. What happens when reader bites off more than she can chew?

PART TWO

warnings: none really, descriptions of smut in a book (18+ please)

“You’re brooding again,” Cassian said from where he sat in the living room, a war strategy book in hand.

“How would you know? You’re not even looking at me,” you replied, annoyed as you searched the bookshelf for a novel that might interest you.

“I don’t need to.” Cassian placed his book aside, grinning at you. “You radiate anger.”

You ignored him as you swiped a book from the shelf—romance, per usual.

Cassian stretched his arms along the back of the couch, studying you. “It’s concerning, honestly.”

You quirked a brow as you sat in the chair across from him. “What?”

“The amount of anger you have in that little body.”

You rolled your eyes, cracking open the novel as you leaned back. “I’m not little.”

“Everyone’s little, compared to me.”

“Congratulations,” you muttered, attempting to maintain your focus on the book.

It was almost impossible, given the way Cassian kept his eyes glued onto you. You hated the way your body heated under his gaze.

He’s been my friend for decades, you reminded yourself. No need to fuck that up.

“Is there any particular reason as to why you’re staring at me?” You asked, feigning disinterest.

“Is there any particular reason as to why you’re pretending to read that book?” Cassian countered, that shit-eating grin still plastered to his face.

You met his eyes. “It’s hard to concentrate when you’re staring at me.”

His grin somehow widened. “Are you saying my handsomeness is distracting?”

You gave him a sweet smile. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m saying you’re annoying.”

“Annoyingly handsome.”

You chose to ignore him, returning your focus to your book.

Before you could react, Cassian was across the room, snatching the book from your hands. “What’s this…”

You glared, rising from your seat. “Give that back.”

Cassian merely held the book out of your reach—which wasn’t hard, given his height—and began reading lines from the book. “His strong hands gripped her thighs—“

Your cheeks blazed with embarrassment. “Cassian.”

“—and held them apart as he devoured her.” Cassian arched a brow at you, something like mischief shining in his eyes as he flipped to another part of the book.

“He thrust into her at a steady pace, relishing in the feeling of her walls—“

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Please stop.”

Cassian grinned shamelessly. “Oh, I’m only getting started, sweetheart.”

“You’re not funny.”

Cassian ignored your comment, silently reading a few more pages of the book, before closing it and tossing it onto the couch. “This is what you’ve resorted to? Smutty books, instead of the real thing?”

You crossed your arms, indignant. “Whether or not I’m getting the…real thing is none of your business.”

Cassian shrugged. “Maybe not, but—” he halted, eyes widening suddenly. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you bring a male home.”

He was right. But you weren’t going to admit that.

“And when was the last time you had a female warming your bed?”

Cassian gave you a once-over. “I can have one right now, if you’d like.”

“Ha-ha.”

“I wasn’t joking.”

You swallowed thickly, your face heating. You and Cassian often joked like this. But his expression showed he was serious.

Cassian chuckled, smugness lacing his words. “I don’t think you could handle it, actually.”

“Would you like me to prove you wrong?”

Perhaps it was your stubbornness, or your need to always win, but the question came flying out of your mouth before you had a chance to consider it.

Cassian hummed with amusement as he took a step forward, now close enough that you could feel his body heat radiating from him, could feel his breath brushing your face.

Despite your nervousness, you didn’t back down. Instead, you held his gaze, tipping your chin up in defiance.

“You really think you can handle it?” Cassian questioned, voice low and husky.

“I’ve always been rather determined.”

Cassian flashed his teeth. “I promise I’ll be gentle.”

“What if I don’t want you to be gentle?”

You swore his pupils dilated at that.

Cassian leaned in, his lips barely brushing yours—

“Y/n?” Mor called suddenly from the kitchen, startling the two of you from your previous positions. “Where the hell is the coffee?”

You cleared your throat. “I should—“

Cassian nodded. “Yeah. I’ll find you later.”

You eyed him curiously. “And what exactly will we be doing, later?”

“Whatever I want to do with you.”

Heat pooled between your legs. Cassian left without another word, and as you headed off into the kitchen to help a distressed Mor, you knew you were in over your head.

[storiesofsvu]

5 Nights Pt 2

Aaron Hotchner x reader warnings: language, minor dirty talk, smut Part 2 is here! Part 3 will hopefully come later this week! Read part 1 here!

It wasn’t that Aaron had a bad sleep, it was that he had a very interrupted sleep, one plagued by images of you coming apart in his arms, the noises that came out of your mouth and pussy as he was knuckle deep in you echoing through his brain. He was completely unsurprised to wake up with his cock hard and throbbing in his pants, pre cum already leaking from the tip. He let out a quiet grunt, rolling onto his side in hopes that he could escape off to the bathroom before waking you up, slowly shifting to sit on the end of the bed. It was only when he heard the sink running through the open bathroom door that he glanced over his shoulder, noticing the sheets already tossed back on your very empty bed.

“Morning.” You greeted with a sly smile as you rounded the corner, your eyes darting down to the prominent bulge in his pants, lingering a moment almost too long before flicking back up to his face.

“Uh, morning.” He shuffled slightly in an attempt to hide his arousal and you let out a small giggle, stepping toward him, your hands beginning to toy with the waist band of his pants. “What’re you“—

“You said this wasn’t done.” You shrugged, glancing up at him from under your lashes, “and it looks like this time it’s you who has something that I can definitely help out with.” You tugged on the tie of his pants, biting at your lip as you looked up to him, waiting to see if he would hold true to his words the previous night or not.

“Christ.” Aaron muttered, his eyes fluttering shut as his cock twitched in his pants and you let out another one of those incredibly adorable giggles. Before he even opened his eyes he felt your hands untie his pants, fingers tickling under the waistband as they met his heated skin and he couldn’t help but let out a small moan. His eyes flicked open and he finally found his voice once again,  “You better be about to get on your knees pretty girl.”

“Only for you sir.” You purred back, a smirk on your lips as your hands finally slipped under the waistband of his pants.

He couldn’t help the way his breath caught in his throat at the way you dragged it out, hands sliding down his thighs as you grinned up at him before you finally began to crouch, tugging his pants down to his ankles. Your eyes widened as his cock sprung free, big, thick and hard, smacking against his lower stomach and your mouth watered as you settled on your knees. Aaron finally managed to take the upper hand for a moment, a chuckle leaving his lips at the way your tongue darted out to wet your lips, the way your eyes refused to leave his cock, taking in every inch of it and he knew you wanted nothing more than to devour him.

“I take it you like what you see?” He murmured, finally pulling you out of your fantasy and you glanced up at him with a hungry look in your eyes.

“Didn’t realize you were so big.” You replied breathily and his hand came out to stroke down your cheek, thumb running over your lower lip.

“You can take it, I know you can. You are my good girl after all, aren’t you?”

“Yes sir.” You nodded eagerly, a small smile on your face and his hand patted your cheek gently, watching as you sat up on your knees.

Leaning forward your tongue shot out, laying a slow lick on the underside of his cock, flicking against the head when you reached it and he let out a low hiss. You chuckled softly, your lips wrapping around the tip before you sunk down slowly, engulfing him completely and this time he moaned, low yet loud at the feeling of your mouth encasing him. His eyes fluttered shut and he resisted thrusting into your throat, letting you go at your own pace as you began to gently tease him. Dark curls tickled your nose as you groaned around him, tongue tracing the ridges of his cock while it throbbed in your mouth and you used your tongue to push as much spit around him as you could before you sat back, letting out a breathy gasp as it popped out of your mouth.

“Fuck.” Aaron swore quietly at the sight of a string of spit connecting your lips with the tip of his dick, pleasure shooting through him at the way you smiled with a playful laugh before your hands moved up to begin to with him.

One hand cupped his balls, gently massaging them while the other wrapped around his length, pumping him a few times, watching the way his head fell back and he was unable to resist softly thrusting his hips toward you. He’d been rock hard the moment he woke up and the both of you knew this wasn’t going to take very long, as much as you wanted to tease the shit out of him, you figured that could wait for another day. Right now you just wanted to get him off, to truly be able to taste him and make sure he was relieved and ready for the day.

Shifting forward again your mouth replaced the hand you had on his balls, sucking on one, then the other before both of them were in your mouth, letting out a moan around them. Aaron couldn’t help it this time, his hand tangling into your hair to rest on the back of your head as his hips gently rocked forward, aching for more of your touch. You continued your movements with your mouth, your hand beginning to pump around his cock as your tongue tickled at his balls.

“Jesus Christ sweetheart.” He groaned, anchoring his other hand on the dresser, the coil within him tightening with each pump of your hand. He’d spent too many nights imagining this and still wasn’t certain that it was actually happening in real life now. Your mouth was warm, wet and exactly what he’d been aching for, you were an absolute vision on your knees for him and his only complaint would be that you weren’t naked. He ached to see the way your tits swayed while you rocked on your knees, wished that the angle was different so he could be touching that pretty pussy of yours. 

As your lips  slipped off his balls with a small moan he looked down, watching the curve of your chest heave, threatening to burst over the neck of your tank and his eyes caught your nipples, hard and peeking through the fabric. 

“Fuck.” He muttered, realizing that he had yet to actually see your tits and he felt the overwhelming desire to bury his face between them, to spend and endless amount of time savouring every inch of your skin with his mouth.

“Feel good sir?” You asked, hand continuing to pump around him and he nodded with a breathy laugh.

“You’re almost too good at that.”

“And to think I’ve barely started.” You practically beamed up at him before your lips wrapped around his cock again, sinking down until the tip of it was hitting the back of your throat.

You began a steady rhythm, bobbing up and down on his length, tongue swirling around him while your hand took care of what you couldn’t get into your mouth on each pump. Aaron’s hand tightened in your hair, his dick twitching between your lips, small grunts and groans starting to escape his lips, each one a little louder than the last. You let out little moans around him, revelling in the salty taste of him on your tongue, droplets of pre-cum leaking out that you eagerly swallowed down. He let out a low swear at the way your moans vibrated around him, the way you hollowed your cheeks, sucking him deeper into your mouth and he could practically feel the back of your throat.

“God that feels good.” He moaned and you sucked a little harder around him, practically gagging on his cock before you popped off once again, gasping for breath.

“If you want to fuck my throat you’re more than welcome.” You smirked up at him and he swore again, his hand cupping your cheek, thumb pulling your mouth open.

“I’ll gladly take that invitation.” He murmured, watching the gleam in your eye as his cock throbbed in front of you at the thought alone. 

You leant back on your knees, opening your mouth wide, your tongue extending out and it only took seconds before Aaron was burying his cock into you. Your lips quickly wrapped around him, whimpering when his hand tightened in your hair, shoving you down all the way onto his cock until he was bulging in your throat. His free hand came down, circling around your neck gently, pushing just enough to feel himself thrusting in and out of you. Bracing yourself on his thighs you matched his rhythm, tongue lapping around him the best you could as he picked up the pace. You couldn’t help but moan, each one a little more needy than the last at the way he was using you to get off, exactly what you’d intended the moment you’d noticed his morning wood. One of your hands quickly moved up to play with his balls again and he let out a louder swear, his hips faltering as he continued to fuck your face, his hand tightening in your hair. 

“Fuck!”

The feeling of him pulsing in your mouth was one thing, but the taste of him, feeling just how big he was in your mouth made your cunt ache to be filled with him, you just knew he would stretch you out perfectly, fill you up like no one else had ever been able to before. It made you want to do even better for him, make him feel as good as possible, your mouth increasing it movements as his cock hit the back of your throat once again. You glanced up at him under your lashes, looking at the way his head was tossed back, how each thrust of his hips was more powerful than the last, his chest heaving as his body began to shudder. You could feel the way he pulsed in between your lips, squeezing tighter around his balls and his hand clenched in your hair.

“Shit! You’re gonna make me come.”

His words only spurred you on further, increasing your movements, moaning around his cock as he fucked impossibly deep into your throat. His swears and grunts got more frequent and louder until he let out a a loud gasp, followed by a hiss and he was coming down your throat. You moaned over the taste, your eyes falling shut as you sucked every drop from him as he panted, your tongue tracing every inch of his cock as it softened in your mouth. The hand he had in your hair loosened, softly stroking at the top of your head while you made sure he was properly cleaned. You pulled your lips off his cock with a lewd pop and his eyes cracked open, gazing down at you while he caught his breath.

“There.” Smirking, you wiped a stray drop of cum from beneath your lip, sucking it into your mouth as you got to your feet “now you don’t need to worry about jerking off in the shower and I’ve got time to grab breakfast. Any requests?”

It was Hotch’s turn to smirk, chuckling across at you with that familiar gleam in his eye, “what I want to eat…isn’t on the menu.”

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[taehyuncult]

Just leehan eating you out ! Imagine him like chuckling which his deep voice when you beg him to stop …he will be such a tease not giving you what you want and just overstimulating the hell out of you 😭

the way i have a voice kink and he just became my ult… it’s like you WANT me to pass away like i do not have the vocabulary to express how badly i need this man

18+ stuff under the cut. mdni.

his voice omfg it’s so hot… i mean have u seen that video of him where they were practicing for an awards show (i’m so sorry but i can’t remember which one it was tbh) and he told woonhak that he looks like a q-tip… bro my jaw literally dropped at how deep it sounded- ANYWAYS-

okay but imagine if this happened in the morning and his voice was even deeper than usual. you two would have spent the entire night overstimulating each other, and eventually the exhaustion was too much to handle and sleep took over.

he woke up before you, feeling your body tightly curled up into his own, and smiled at the feeling. he turned over to see you fast asleep while wearing his shirt; he thought you looked so beautiful. you were so peaceful, his heart melted. he kissed your forehead gently as to not wake you up, but you stirred awake. smiling at him and greeting him as he did the same. your eyes widened a bit as you have never fully been able to get used to that deep voice of his. he kept kissing you, your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your lips. he was in a very lovey dovey mood and the only thing on his mind was to make you feel good. “can i eat you out? wanna make you cum again” he asked with puppy dog eyes. how could you say no to your sweet lover boy? you stroked his hair as you told him yes and he practically flew under the sheets.

he had easy access to your pussy as you hadn’t bothered to put on any panties, opting just to rest in his shirt. he smirked before devouring you. he went full in, wasting no time licking your clit. his full lips sucking on your clit caused you to arch your back. you pushed the sheets back to expose him, and he looked up at you with bright innocent eyes. “leehan! go a little easy!” you whined and he just laughed. his sweet eyes turning into crescents with how widely he smiled, “beg for it.” a shiver ran up your spine from how deep his voice was. he kept licking at your clit, not relenting at all. you whined out a “please!” as you were getting close to the edge, but still sensitive from the night before. the sensation was too much and he was genuinely enjoying seeing you crumble. “gonna cum?” he chuckled into your body. you could only nod your head as he almost pushed you over the edge. he stopped though, all his movements, and just looked at you. “leehan- what- why did you stop? i was so fucking close!” you huffed as you threw your head against the pillows in frustration. “thought you didn’t want it? you said to stop!” he let out a raspy laugh as you just stared at him in disbelief. you had no rebuttal. “just keep going! please!” you cried out for him and he continued giggling at you as he shook his head at you. you were in for a long morning.

[sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast]

I Didn't Mean..

♡♡-Request: Continuation of Dan Heng w/ milf reader only; spicier.

Who requested: @indefinite-space

Content: milf!reader, fem!reader, slight age game (obvs; Dan heng is in his 20s, reader is 35), pussy eating, cuming untouched, nipple play

He was fucked. Truly and utterly fucked. Why were you tempting him like this? He was trying to be good! Watching your precious babies,cooing and feeding them. Staying later when you asked him to, so why were you being so mean? Wearing outfits like that. Shirts that barely covered your tits and skirts that showed the curve of your ass-fuck. Do you know how many nights he went home and jacked off to the thought of you? It was cruel! 

And today was the last straw. 

He wasn't even sure why he was here. The twins were down for a nap, the monitor hooked to his pocket. But you? You weren't at work. Or the gym. Or anywhere but the pool in your backyard. A pretty bikini, barely holding your tits inside the fabric. The straps of your bikini bottom dug into the plush of your hips-God he was fucked. But who was he to judge a mother who needed a break? 

"Dan Heng," you called to him sweetly.

He gulped, opening the sliding doors, making his way over. "Yes, Ma'am.." you sighed, shaking your head. "How many times do I have to tell you? You don't need to call me that. Have a seat." Your soft hands patted a vacant spot next to you, on the same chair you were lounging on. Dan Heng could feel his dick stir in his pants but willed it to behave. He took a seat, his knee brushing against your warm thigh. You peeked at him from beneath your sunglasses before humming. "I'm impressed." 

"By what?" He asked cautiously. "How easily you're denying my attempts at seducing you." 

His eyes widened, quickly turning towards you. And you merely gave him a shrug. "You're hot, good with the kids. What more could I ask for?" "But I'm-"

"In your 20s and I'm some ugly 35 year old?" You raised an eyebrow, smiling when he shook his head no. "I don't think you're old.."he said softly, his hand inching a little closer to you. You simply hummed, pushing your glasses back up your nose. "I don't know if I believe you, you're gonna have to show me." And you went back to sunbathing, head resting against the pillow behind your head. Did you really…? He looked around, unclipping the monitor from his pocket, setting it off to the side. His hands softly rubbing against your bare thighs, you were softer than he pictured. Then he moved, settling himself in between your thighs. Still massaging as he subtly pushed them open, revealing your clothed pussy. He licked his lips. 

Dan Heng looked at you again before leaning down, pressing his face to your bikini bottoms. Tentatively, he licked the fabric, groaning when he felt your clit through it. You simply hummed, hand now resting in his hair. "Go on " you urged. And it was all he needed. 

He slipped your bottoms to the side, sliding his hot tongue between your folds. Gathering your arousal, swirling around your clit before dipping his tongue inside. Hands pressed to your thighs as he kept them open, subtly grinding his front against the surface of the lounge chair. He groaned into your heat, nose brushing against your clit as he devoured your pussy. Lapping, his body shifting as he felt hot pleasure spring from the stimulation to his cock. God, you tasted so good. "You seem to be enjoying yourself," you murmured, slightly breathless. He only groaned in response, moving his hands from your thighs to your top. Untying the string and letting your breasts free. He cupped them, his face still buried between your thighs, grinding his crotch against the chair.

"Ah-" you hissed, your nipples sensitive. "Fuck," you swore. 

God, you sounded pretty and it felt so good, you tasted so good, fuckfuckfuckfuck-his eyes widened as he pulled away. Red dusting his cheeks as he quickly tried to hide the front of his shorts, but you caught his hands in time. Raising an eyebrow, "You came?" This was so embarrassing, he thought. 

You hummed, "You really did show me."

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[sashi-ya]

𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

⭒ pairing: shanks x f! reader. R 18+ ⭒ requested by @thestrawberryshinigami ⭒ inspired on the song: 𝄞 Dress by Taylor Swift 𝄞 ⭒ tw: MDNI. maybe a little bit angsty. cheating. aphrodisiacs. fingering. vag. oral. sex in elevator| wc: 2k ⭒ masterlist a song + a character event

“We can’t let this happen again, (Name).-” he says, putting back his suit. Troubled.

His red hair, a little wet from sweating, falls so beautifully over his caramel skinned face. The scars on his left eye always look so attractive at night.

“Shanks… but, I-“ you murmur, fixing the strap of your beautiful crimson dress.

Your hair looks messy, and you wonder why you had it done before the party if you were to get in bed with him.

His strong manly hand reaches for yours; he helps you stand up from the bed of that hotel room kilometres away from home. He has left your city a while ago, but you worked together. Him, the CEO of a company he always wanted to create; You, the boss of your city’s subsidiary. Still, both, best friends since school days.

“They will be waiting for us, come on” he whispers. His grip is delicate, and yet still dominant. The façade in which he is a serious entrepreneur feels so fake to you. Shanks is to you, a free, playful boy. Kinda addicted to alcohol, too.

You nod; looking at the floor with eyes on fire looking for tears to cool them down. His index, reaching for your chin, lifts it up. Gazes meeting, it’s hard for him to process what just happened in between you two.

As you stand up, in silence, you take some air. You need to tell him the truth. None of this has been a coincidence, but a consequence of your forever crush with him.

“Shanks, I… I don’t want to be your bes-“ you say, as he walks out the door of that messy room. But his phone chimes loudly, and there is no point in keep on talking now.

You walk outside too, following him from behind. Your heels are a pain to walk in, specially because your legs have been left trembling. He did it to you. When he used his fingers inside you, when he devoured you. And the way his grunts still sound in your head.

The hall of the third floor seems to disappear and the only thing you can see, is the wide back of the man you love wearing that formal attire… if they only knew how dirty we were when we were kids…

Shanks turns around when he finally stop talking on the phone. His fiancée, a woman you know he never loved, asked him about his day. 

“Hey, come on” he stretches his arm towards you.

You give him a soft smile; a painful smile. “Yes… Sorry I am not… I’m coming” you murmur, taking a closer look at the commissure of his lips before getting into the elevator.

When you two get inside, and the air feels low. You take your thumb to his lips. Dragging it over them, he widens his beautiful red eyes. “Wh- what is it?” he stutters, grabbing your wrist with strength.

“You had lipstick marks…” you sigh, swinging your hand to make him let go of your arm and turn around.

Some seconds, or perhaps even less, separate your actions from his.

Shanks, so irresistibly, passes his arm around your waist from behind. His body pressed against yours, your back on his chest, your ass on his lap. His nose buried in your neck, inhaling your scent as if it was the last time.

“I didn’t mean for this to be this way” he whispers in pain, resting his body weight on your back.

“I didn’t mean for this to be this way, either…” you lie. And you don’t. Because even if you could feel he made love to you, he is marrying another woman anyway.

The 2 turns to 1 in the elevator display, so he lets go. But you felt as if he didn’t want it to.

A luxurious gathering explodes in your faces. Shanks sake company have become very popular, expanding to almost every country in the world. Things have changed since the very first time.

As you walk by his side, people nod and smile at you two. They are all hungry to become closer to you. Everybody knows you two are best friends; but nobody knows how much you love him. Much less, what has just happened a few floors above the party.

While he is trapped by investors and influential people, you decide to walk to your table. The refined music of a live orchestra only sounds like buzzing sounds in your head. Your skin still feels warm from sex, and you could swear your cheeks show a certain glow too.

Your colleagues salute you, but as soon as they start chatting and blabbering about work, you can’t keep up with their conversation. Instead, your eyes can only fix on the image of your red-haired lover, friend, boss?

Soon the food arrives, and you simply focus on it -even if you can’t eat a single piece of it-. But, the wine does enter into your system as if it was a sacred elixir in which you depend not to lose your head.

But your eyes, they keep looking for his gaze. Because he has left his arms marked into your body, and there is nothing that could erase the feeling. Like a tattoo, his kisses on your neck and the rest of your body have been left.

The maître offers you yet another cup. And whenever he does, you notice Shanks burning stare from the main table, looking at you. It feels like paralyzing, like a strong force making you weak.

Taking the risk, however, of becoming as drunk as a pirate, you take one, two, three cups of that red, strong beverage. Like acrid blood meaning to soothe the need to stand up and kiss his lips endlessly into the night, ignoring the rest of the people.

Your colleagues have noticed. His too. Who cares right now, if the songs have become slower and sexier, and the lights around have tinted everything in crimson hues.

The presentation of a new product is about to start, and as Shanks stands up, he walks to the scenery fixing the red tie he used to tie your wrists earlier.

He speaks on the microphone, like a showman. Charismatic and handsome, even making straight men to doubt about his sexualities.

The new product, a sake infused with several spices, ginseng, and strawberries, presented like the ultimate aphrodisiac for refined clients. The name, a total surprise, is about to be revealed…

“ We have worked a lot with one of my most adored colleagues to develop this amazing new product that you all will be able to enjoy briefly. I wanna thank her, and what better way to do so than naming the product after her…” he says, lifting the cup on the hand that surrounded your neck a few hours ago.

You widen your eyes, receiving the cup in your hand for you to cheer. “Say my name and I won’t be able to hold back…” you think, with lips separated and your eyes fixed on his.

“The name of this sexy bottle will be… [RED (Name)]! Thank you so much for collaboration, my dear… best friend and colleague. Cheers to you. Applause, please!” he chimes, so immorally, playing with the strings of your hearts and the innocence of everyone around.

Your colleagues make you stand up, as they proudly clap to your figure. They all taste the honeys of your work with him, they all claim is the best cup of alcohol his tongue have tasted.

Your legs feel like dropping. Your eyes trying not to burst. The lights messing with your head. A stare that pleads in pain for him to be at least a little merciful with your heart.

The whispering commentaries, that soon reach your ears, make you wanna run away.

“Her dress is as red as the whole bottle”  … yes, and I bought it just for him to take it off me. “Do you think she is indeed Shanks best friend?” … you are right, I am not. “She must be fucking him…” “but he has a fiancee!” “So what?”

Yes… so what?

When the focus finally leaves your body, you sit back down. You chug yet another cup, and then another one. Wine, your special sake, champagne too.

You watch Shanks so nonchalantly go back to his seat, surrounded yet for even more investors. He maintains a façade that feels so fake and yet so real at the same time. Many women surround him, they all clearly flirt with him. And it’s almost impossible to see him now, as their bodies cover his image.

And you can’t take it no more. No more, please… You stand up and leave the party. You can’t handle it no more, so many fake smiles, the stare of the people after your name has been revealed to be the name of his new product. Am I a simple name, Shanks? A sexy inspiration?

The elevator arrives, and you enter. Quick enough so nobody else could get in, repeatedly touching the number three so that the door would close faster.

But just like a hurtful metaphor of the love that won’t leave you alone, a hand stops the doors from closing.

“(Name)…” Shanks says, entering into the elevator and letting the doors to finally close behind him.

“Leave me alone. I don’t want to be in the party no more. Please, go back. They will suspect…” you try to sound convincing, even if your heart would only wish for him to stay.

But your words got cut, by the lips of that man crashing against yours. Your back, hitting the mirrored wall behind you, his overpowering body on yours, your hands pinned over your head.

“I am sorry” he barely mumbles, so that he is quickly back at your lips. Lips infused by the special wine that holds your name. And a name, he wants to repeat so many times while he is buried deep inside.

“No- Shanks… the elevator” you try to warn, muzzled by his insatiable mouth.

He shakes his head, quickly turning around to push the STOP button. Everything tremors, the lights flicker around you and the red emergency light now tints you two in gloomy ambience.

The high cut of the skirt of your dress seems a good place for him to slip his hand, until reaching the thin string of your panties. He pulls them down, exposing a throbbing core that instantly pleads for his intrusion.

“God, this dress looks so good on you” he sighs, as he slides his index inside you. His mouth pulls down the cleavage exposing your breasts so that he could devour them.

You moan, with the back of your head hitting the mirror behind. “I only bought this dress for you to take it off, Shanks… take it off”

Shanks grunts, he can’t take it no more. He doesn’t care, he doesn’t give a fuck about the world but to be inside of you.

He lets go of you and take his fingers to your mouth. “Taste yourself, this is why I named the sake after you… cause I knew you would be this delicious”

You sigh, the air in your lungs isn’t enough, nor around the place. You simply let the straps of your dress to fall down the ground, while a soft chime of some kind of alarm mix in between your panting.

Shanks lowers his zipper down, exposing, one more time the sex that’s been so many times in your fantasies. It’s yet again so hard, so tempting…

You lift his white shirt up, so that your eyes can get drunk on the image of his bronzed skin abs. Your palm feeling the warmth of his flesh; he is so hot; he burns in desire… a desire so unstoppable for you.

Once again, after maybe a few pumps to get ready, he pushes you back. Guiding his sex into you, and then lifting your leg up enough to be able to get so deep inside of your walls.

Clenching to his shaft, your insides spasms, milking him so violently. You take each and every single of his thrusts, carving your nails on his shoulders. Your tongues playing lustfully in and out of your mouths, with strings of saliva coating everything around your lips.

Shanks fucks so dominantly, beating down, subduing your will to his insatiable hips and desires. You let him use your body as a personal fleshlight, because you can’t say no to his needs.

It’s a matter of minutes, or maybe less, for your climax to arrive. Pleading for mercy, your eyes become watery as the peak point hits you. But there is no mercy in his stare, the more you ask him to stop, the more he will go rougher.

“Sha-shanks… I’m… coming… please no more…” “No more? We still have all night long… I am addicted to you; remember why I named my sake after you”  

After all, both let it happen again…

[mrs-weasley-reid]

One Dance

Aaron Hotchner x bau!reader

Summary: One dance, that's all it took for Aaron Hotchner to lose control.

Warning: smut, unprotected (piv), curse word(s), use of y/n and l/n, first person pov, a bit of betrayal? (not serious), tell me if I missed anything

A/N: not my gif, ctto! This is one of my hidden drafts that was originally for a different character, but YOLO.

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A smile ran over my lips as my hips swayed at the heart-pounding beat of the music. My hands slid down my figure slowly as I let my eyes close to devour the rhythm.

Nothing ever beats Friday nights after a long grueling case. Especially when Penelope and Emily force the entire BAU team for a night out.

"Y/N, let me get us drinks! I'm going to pass out! I'll tell Spencer to keep an eye on you!" Emily shouted through the music with a chuckle as her support on my sides retracted.

I hummed softly, nodded without the care of opening my eyes, letting the rhythm take over my entire body on such a daze that I loved.

My body swayed and rolled, all while my hands traced my curves in a sensual and seductive way. I was not aiming for anything. I just really loved letting my body get lost in the melody.

Different sets of hands lay atop mine, keeping the grip on my waist as it hit the beat from side to side. I smiled as our bodies clashed with a type of warmth I so loved, friction sparking as my back kissed their chest.

It tasted so lustrously devouring. The way every movement felt so close, so passionate. Whatever drink Spencer — I assumed — had, I would love to get a sip. It seemed to give him a lot more energy to match my rhythm.

"Freaking finally, Spence! Get those sneakers moving!" I shouted in a teasing tone. "Admit it! You love dancing too!" I laughed, running my hands up to my chest, past my shoulders, and on his — toned? — pectorals, aiming farther to slide up on his neck.

Spencer wasn't this toned from what I remembered, but I had no complaints. I loved the way he moved on my lead, and he has never done such a thing, especially with me. I wanted to savor the moment and question it later.

He traced my figure, giving me chills and little temptation to gasp. And so I did. My head was thrown back on his chest. Spencer was my best friend. I'm very comfortable with whatever we do together. Besides, I had already tried playfully seducing him once, never worked. I wasn't his type, and nor was he mine.

I felt him squeeze my flesh sensually, "I don't know, sweetheart. Shall I?" He whispered hoarsely close to my ear. My eyes darted open, and my body froze.

My hands that traveled up his neck passed through the line where I usually felt Spencer's long curly hair intertwine with my fingers. Instead, I felt short soft strands stubbornly escape my grip.

I turned around too swiftly that the man behind me placed a hand on the small of my back for me not to fall, my hands landing on his chest.

My heart skipped a beat as I met Aaron eye to eye. A sly smirk covered his handsome face: sharp jaw, pointy nose, earthy eyes, and pinkish lips.

Brows furrowing, "What are you doing?" I asked, pushing a gap between us. I was very much flustered at the fact that it was Aaron all along. And more so that he was my boss.

Aaron kept me close with his strong, rough hands wrapped around my waist. They were so big that it felt like he could hold me like a sandwich if he wanted. "Dancing," He answered nonchalantly, beginning to sway my body once more on his lead.

"Yeah, I know, but you can't dance with me," I said, slowly retracting my hands at such a pace that made me feel the structure of his body.

"And why is that?" He curiously asked, an eyebrow raised in so much interest. "You seem fine rolling your body on Prentiss and Reid. How am I any different?" Aaron squeezed my sides again, earning a satisfying small gasp from me.

My eyes widened. Oh no. I couldn't possibly tell Aaron that I couldn't be seen this close and intimate with him because one of my best friends had a big fat crush on him, and I didn't want to ruin my friendship with Emily.

I looked down, changing my line of sight on his chest. "Fine," I said in full confidence. "One dance." I added sternly.

He gently pinched my chin with his index and thumb and tilted my head up to meet his gaze one more time. "Deal, but you have to actually dance." Aaron had a mischievous grin.

I have to admit how handsome he was, especially with the lights flickering in so much pace. It highlighted the sharpness of his beautiful visage.

But I couldn't be attracted. Emily liked him. I couldn't do that to my best friend.

Aaron raised an eyebrow. He squeezed my waist to snap me out of my trance. I jumped a little, and I glared at him. "Stop doing that." I subtly pouted, a habit I always had and hated at the moment.

He let out a very seductive chuckle, leaning close to me. "Then dance, L/N. Grind that body on me again." Aaron's voice was utterly electrifying. So authoritative and gently alluring.

I felt a shiver shot down my spine to my cunt, and I had to shut my thighs together. My body began to sway again, but not much of the friction I emitted minutes ago.

It was so awkward. So fucking awkward that I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. Aaron made me tense. Us being breathlessly close made my body stiff.

And then the music began to switch, the fade of the last song filled with hundred beats that synced with my heart.

I raised my head to listen to the song in awe. I could feel my blood pump ten times faster. "Oh my gosh!" I looked at Aaron with sparkly eyes. "I love this song!" I exclaimed, and as soon as the beat dropped, my body took over.

I was jumping, swaying, tracing my own body. I did that. I always always loved feeling myself in a way that was both appropriate in public and lustrous enough to satisfy my building desire.

Lights flashed, flickering neon colors. I wrapped an arm on Aaron—not caring that he was my boss anymore—and ground my body, whipping my head as my other arm pumped up.

I was biting my bottom lip. And then I felt Aaron hold my raised hand and turn me around without his other hand leaving my waist.

Aaron's hold went lower, now aligned under the small of my back, getting a little feel of my ass cheeks. His grip got tighter when I ran my palms on his chest down. "You know that's a dangerous game you're playing, L/N." He whispered close. His breath was ragged, probably from dancing.

I laughed hysterically, "Dangerous? Well, isn't that your forte," I fluttered my lashes as I looked up at him. "Hotchner?" I challenged, giving an emphasis to his last name.

Tongue pushed the inner side of his cheek. Lips were slightly parted as he looked at me amusedly. I stumbled when he pulled me closer, eyes widened when I felt something hard poke just above where my abdomen.

Was I dreaming? What type of fuckery was this?

Aaron trailed his hand to my back and down to my ass, giving it a tight squeeze. My face heated up, no doubt turning red. My throat felt blocked, a lump forming quickly inside.

The song finished, transitioning to another. I was more than happy to push away, but Aaron never gave me the chance to. "I said just one dance." I pointed out, struggling to get out of his grip.

"Oh, but we're playing a game now." Aaron rubbed circles on my ass, and all I could think was how his huge handprint would look good tattooed on my skin.

He pulled me tighter. Now I was certain that it was a bulge that I had felt earlier as it pressed on my body. I gulped at the throb of my now wetting cunt.

I opened my mouth, blinking at the difficulty of my situation. "I-I can't." I stammered, panicking about how to get out of his touch without crumbling and hoping that Emily hadn't seen us.

His eyebrows narrowed, jaw clenching. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the dancing sea to a more quiet part of the club.

Aaron led us into the alleyway behind the building, and stopped next to the huge trash bin. I was like a lasso flicked once when he made me turn to face him. His hand still gripped my thin boned wrist, and it felt like it would snap any moment.

"Why the hell not?" Aaron growled. Such tension vibrated down my wet folds. He was heaving, eyes roaming up and down my body.

I still wore my work clothes, except I didn't have my blazer and just left my white buttoned-up long-sleeved shirt with a few buttons off.

I bit my lower lip, looking straight on his chest to avoid his blazing eyes. It felt like I was to melt. "Stop it." My eyes went back up on him.

My brows now creased. Stop what? I wasn't doing anything. I kept my words silent. This man is delusional. I swore to every psych test we had to take.

As if I was thinking out loud, Aaron cupped my chin, and the base of his wrist wrapped around my neck. "Stop that." He demanded, pulping my cheeks together and my bitten bottom lip set free.

I was blinking hard, trying to process the tension inside of me that swiftly craved for him and more of his throat lumping touch.

"You didn't answer me, L/N. I'm still waiting."

My chest heaved, and I only looked at him, his dark, messy hair that made my cunt drool. I only noticed the silver chain on his neck that looked so tempting to brush over my skin while he feasted on my breasts.

I knew Aaron knew how my mind ran, and I wanted him to. I wanted him to know how tempted I was to get him to use me as his little toy for the rest of the night. But I wasn't allowed to drill first.

I didn't realize how hard my free hand was gripping the arm he stretched to squeeze my pipe or when I did that, but I saw how his eyes darkened.

So quick. It was so quick I didn't have time to react. Aaron pulled my face up to meet him. Our lips crashed, following the beat that pounded inside the wall that grazed my back.

His kisses were rough, searing, yet caressed. I moaned when he let go of my wrist and gripped my waist.

It only encouraged him more, trailing down my jaw and under my ear. "Hotch," I rasped, and I was irritated when he pulled away. My mouth flung open, "Why'd you stop?" I entreated breathlessly.

As if my uncoordinated gasps weren't enough proof of lack of air in my lungs, Aaron knocked my breath away by swooping me off the ground.

He connected our lips again, craving for more as he walked us to his SUV. My arms wrapped around his neck to keep him as close as possible.

My legs dangled over his grip, toes curling inside my shoes. I loved how he tasted. How bitter yet so sweet his lips tasted.

Aaron opened the door to the backseat, setting me down carefully. Although the gentleness subsided quickly, he pinned me on the door across, making my back arch from the uneven surface.

"Fuck, you looked so hot." He went down on my jaw again, fiddling with my buttons until it was all unhooked. Aaron paused, eyes filled with adoration as he moved back to get a look at me. He bit his lower lip in hunger, shaking his head with a grin. "You look so much hotter now." He exclaimed and feasted on me again.

I tilted my head to give him more access to my neck. The sting of sucked blood left remarkable hues on my skin. "On top of me," He rasped, lifting me up by the waist in one grip.

I did as I was told, straddling his hips. His face now aligned with my breasts, my bra not so useful as it let my mountains spill, which Aaron didn't seem to mind.

He dove into the middle of my cleavage, licking it with a searing tongue. Biting, nibbling, sucking, he adored me with so much lust. Like my fantasy, his necklace brushed on my skin with cold tickles.

Below my waist was a lot more intimate, a hand squeezing and supporting my ass, and the other snaked up under my pencil skirt, giving my cunt the attention it craved. I yelped at the coldness I felt from one of his fingers, I didn't even know he wore rings for fun, nor did I see what color it was.

I moaned aloud when he began to circle my clit, throwing my head back in pleasure. My hands, contrary, unbuttoned his shirt with no problem. And when I reached his waistline, I unbuckled his belt with eagerness.

Aaron pinned me down on his suffocated bulge. He maneuvered to pull down his dress pants and boxers. His cock sprung free, the tip kissing the thin fabric on my wet cunt.

"Hotch," I moaned, asking for more friction. I needed him inside of me. I wouldn't last any longer. I wanted him to break me.

He hummed on my collarbone, the vibrations spreading all over my body, throbbing my cunt to more wetness I've ever felt.

My eyes shut tight when he set my underwear aside and pushed his tip in. "No one can find out," I whispered. My lips parted as vapor of searing air escaped me.

Aaron groaned in pleasure as he inched deeper, my walls tightening around his throbbing cock. It was so good. He felt so good inside of me.

"Oh, I do love the thrill," He said lovingly. "Don't worry. I'll keep it to myself as long as you're just mine."

My hips jolted, and I moaned at his promise. Aaron kissed my jaw gently, "They'll never know I'm the reason you won't be walking properly to work tomorrow." He mumbled with heat.

He placed a kiss on my lips, "No one would know who gave you all these brands." Aaron looked at me, wrapping a hand on my neck with the finger that had a ring, the cold causing a vein of mine to tremble. "As long as you promise only to be mine, I'll keep my word." He added and let go of my neck to give me attention elsewhere.

I heaved, "Move. Fast. Break me, please." I begged in broken words. My lips quivered in so much need.

Then he snapped. He pounded on me relentlessly, pupils dilated, eyes raven-ly dark. He pressed our bodies closer, the heat burning my skin in such pleasure.

"Mmm," I hummed breathlessly. I was digging my nails down his muscular biceps. He was so good. "Faster, Aaron." His name slipped out of my lips.

It seemed to fuel his lust even more as he thrust a lot faster than what I asked, but exactly what I needed. "Fuck, I'm not going to last longer with you feeling this good around my cock." Aaron growled, biting on my skin to emit a loud cry from me.

And he got what he wanted. I screamed his name, each clashing of our hips. My hands deeply tangled with his dark hair. He filled me to the hilt, filled my hunger so well.

I felt my high approach. I knew he felt it, too, by the way he mumbled my name like a prayer. I tugged his hair for his head to pull away from my hued skin and smashed our lips to heighten the intimacy I've felt.

Not long when my body tightened even more, "I'm going to cum—fuck," I shuddered, pulling on his roots even harder.

"Cum for me then, Y/N. Do it." Aaron rested his forehead on mine, watching how his cock disappeared in me.

His words were sacred, like a rule I was set to abide by. I crumbled in a pleasurable cry for his name. Hammered down my zenith as my essence spilled all over him.

"Fuck—" Aaron groaned, burying his face in my nook. I felt his thrusts turn sappy, cock twitched inside of me in such painful stimulation. He came in me with a cunt throbbing growl.

We stayed in the same position, panting. Only then did I notice the fog that masked the windows.

I looked at his blissed face. I didn't know when he started to adore me. I didn't care whether the alcohol was the only proof of his feelings for me, either. It was the most amazing minutes of my life. I wasn't willing to change any of it.

And speaking of care. Hell to Emily —bless her heart and our friendship— but I'd love to own the man who fucked me this good.

[slashers-and-rats]

woof woof, bark bark.

billy lenz x fem!reader | nsfw | puppy play, humping

a/n: BARK LIKE YOU WANT IT. BARK LIKE YOU WANT IT, BABYY

the collar was tight around billy’s neck. it fit snug, and added a bit of tension to every breath he took.

that was the only thing he was focused on currently. breathing. that, and looking cute. that had been your instructions, given to him with a smile and a pat on his head. “all you have to do today is sit back and look pretty, puppy,” you purred to him. it made his stomach twist into knots. his nose had scrunched up, a wide smile stretching his lips. he couldn’t help it. he loved how that word sounded rolling off your tongue.

puppy.

billy was a puppy. he was obedient, excitable- he drooled and panted, and craved to be pet by you. if he crawled like a dog, and barked like a dog, he must be a dog, right?

he did make sure to commit to the role. you had been relaxed on the couch, searching for something to watch on the tv, and he had been down by your feet. his chin was rested on your knee, where you ran your fingers through his hair and occasionally scratched at his chin. he was in his sweater and boxers, with that collar clasped tight around his neck, and he was oh so happy.

it felt right to be beneath you. so often he tried to sound so scary and dominant. the things he threatened you with always came out as stern demands. but, in practice, he preferred to be pampered. he liked that you could take all his control away, leaving him nothing but an empty brained mutt, ready to obey your every order.

he was rock hard. he had tried to ignore it at first, pushing the arousal into the back of his mind. he was always horny, sometimes he could just wrangle it into submission and forget about it.

this time, though… he couldn’t. this situation was different. with the introduction of little thought, came the forced focus to the scene at play. he was between your legs, so close to your pussy he could practically taste it, and it made him ache. sometimes you’d shift and widen your legs, and he’d see up your shorts and to the bare skin that laid underneath.

he wanted so desperately to shove his face between your legs. he wanted to devour your cunt, and trace every inch of skin with his tongue, and feel your walls tighten around his fingers. he wanted to feel you squirming against the cushions, and listen to the way you moaned and praised him for having such a good mouth. sometimes, when he was alone, he’d practice on his hand, and think about how you’d reward him for developing such useful skills.

you must’ve noticed his focus. he was licking his lips, staring intently at your stomach. if he looked too low, he’d become overwhelmed. no, he was trying to behave.

billy looked up when he felt your hand stop petting him. he whimpered, pressing up into your touch, and you giggled. “hey, calm down…” you moved your palm to his face, running your thumb up and down his jaw. “is my good boy getting a little worked up?” billy gazed up at you, eyes widening slightly. and here he thought he was hiding it well. it made his face red to know you could see right through him. he loved it. he nodded slowly, pressing his lips against your hand, still watching you. “tell me what you’re feeling, billy. use your words.”

for a moment, he struggled. he pushed out wheezing breaths, some drool beginning to spill from his lips. he wiped it away with his sweater, embarrassed at his lack of coherence. he tried again, only being able to produce a low moan, and his hips bucked lightly into the fabric of his boxers. he was too focused on you, and how you were looking at him. you were so encouraging, patting his head and urging him to continue. he knew the second he managed to give a request, you’d honour it with nothing but joy. he was getting ahead of himself.

“i-i… billy feels hot. so hot,” he whined, pressing his face into your thigh. if he hid his face, he wouldn’t be able to see you, and maybe he could actually get through his response. “i-i feel like I’m on fire… burning, I’m burning in hell. you’re my heaven. i wanna be in heaven- i wanna be inside you…” he breathed out against your inner thigh, opening his mouth and pressing the side of his lips to your leg. he knew he wasn’t allowed to kiss, not yet, but he’d get as close as he could before getting chastised.

you looked so entertained. you looked down at him and watched him struggle, like a ruler observing peasants. he felt inferior, pathetic, and weak. it felt so right. he wanted to be less than you, he wanted you to take over every bit of his life. he was a pervert, a monster, and you were a merciful goddess giving him treatment he didn’t even deserve.

“such a naughty puppy.” the words pulled him from his thoughts. he shook his head, whimpering. he wasn’t naughty, he couldn’t be. he began to object, sputtering and coughing up mangled arguments, but you shushed him. “don’t worry, I’m not gonna punish you for being so dirty. I’m gonna give you a little treat, actually.”

billy barked with excitement. it came out so naturally, he didn’t even expect it. it made you laugh. he loved that sound, and you smiled so beautifully. he smiled too, wiggling his hips as if wagging a tail that wasn’t there.

you sat up, pushing your leg in between his own, and pressing your shin into his bulge. he gasped at the new bit of pressure. he looked up at you, shocked, and yet his hips bucked against the small bit of touch he was getting. your leg was bare against his boxers, and his hands were gripping at your thigh as if to anchor himself to reality.

“you can hump my leg, okay?” you stroked a hand over his cheek, and he melted into the touch. “c’mon, puppy, use my leg.”

he didn’t wait this time, yanking his underwear down, and beginning to pump his cock up and down the front of your leg. it made him moan low in his throat, mouth hanging open and spit dripping down onto your leg. he was so needy. he didn’t understand how after everything, he could still feel this aroused, and yet here he was. he was riding your leg like he used to his pillows, imagining it was your hand or your face rubbing against his cock. if he closed his eyes real tight, he could get lost in it all.

all the while, you kept petting the top of his head, and speaking through his humping. you praised him, showering him with affection and sweetness. it seeped into his nerves, and set them on fire. he felt tight and hot, and every thrust against your flesh sent a wave of lava over his body. it felt so good. not just the way he was grinding against you, but the way you looked at him. underneath your gaze, everything felt so much more sensitive. he didn’t understand it, but something about being this pathetic made his entire earth shake.

“b-billy’s a good boy?” he pushed this out through whines and whimpers, pushing his face against your stomach, right over top of your crotch. he wanted to dip his head down and indulge himself. but, that was usually a treat you saved for the end of the day, when he was strung out and truly on his last leg. that’s when he really shoved his face into your lips, when he really ate you out like he was starving.

he stared up at you, eyes wide and deceivingly innocent. it made your own face turn red, and you bit your lip. you tugged at his hair, forcing his face all the way up, so he was looking at you. “you’re my naughty little puppy, billy. you’re a good boy, but you’re so dirty. look at you right now. is this what innocent good boys do?”

billy whined again, speeding up his hips. “n-no… billy’s naughty. I’m so dirty, billy’s so dirty…!”

you hummed in agreement. you hooked your finger into his collar and pulled him up into your lap. it was such a sudden movement, it left billy rutting into the air in between you. the second he was on your lap, he was scrambling for something to fuck against again. he found that in the form of your stomach and thigh. he slid his cock up and down your torso, his grip finding purchase in your shoulders.

“you think you can cum like this?” you asked, holding his butt and guiding his hips. he shook, pressing his face down into your shoulder. he latched his mouth onto the skin there, moaning into it, and gurgling out a needy whine. you took that as a yes, and continued guiding his movements, making him fuck hard against your thigh.

he was wrapped around you, trying to get as close to you as possible. he felt so overwhelmed. fire was running through every vein, his head was getting foggy and hot. there was nothing on his mind except the throb of his cock, and how good it felt to be humping you. the embarrassment added so much to his pleasure.

he found himself coming hard, the orgasm knocking the wind out his stomach. while warm ropes of cum shot out over your shirt, he was quaking and howling into your shoulder. he was a snake, coiling around you and squeezing the air out. you held him in response, letting him ride out his orgasm. it took a minute. his cock kept twitching, and his he’d buck his hips at the aftershocks. but, soon he settled, his body limp against your own.

“such a good boy,” you cooed, rubbing his back. “you’re such a good doggy. the best doggy.”

the praise sounded like music in his head. it drifted through the fog, and landed smooth against his eardrums. he felt good and relaxed.

you didn’t think he’d be getting up again any time soon, so you got comfortable against the couch with his weights on you, and returned to channel surfing. he shut his eyes, letting himself feel safe in that moment.

he was a good puppy. your good puppy.