#though I moved the crotch bit up a bit because on the pattern I found it was really low

[throwing-roses-into-the-abyss]

nothing quite like sewing to make you realize how small you really are

like I did not expect my hip-to-ankle-length to be less than a meter even though my whole body is only 164. but still!! less than a meter!!! I'm so short!!!!!

[silverdelirium]

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SUMMARY ➠ nikolai fucks you against the spinning wheel’s walls

WARNINGS ➠ oral (male receiving), sexual tension at the start, dirty talk, nicknames, tiny bit of degrading, sex from the back in front of a window.

WORD COUNT ➠ 1.5k

A/N ➠ if you haven’t read the books, the spinning wheel is basically a big house on a mountain that has glass walls

———

the clock read 1:23 A.M

and all you could focus on was the blonde who took strides closer to you.

he was wearing pijamas, you noticed. probably couldn’t sleep either.

“evening, y/l/n” he saluted. coming to a halt next to you, yet his line of sight was focused on the panorama the big glass windows gave you.

you didn’t respond. instead, you acknowledged him with a small nod that you could only hope he had caught with the corner of his eye.

your lack of communication didn’t stop him from making conversation.

“couldn’t sleep either?”

“no”

he hummed in understanding, letting his neck crane to the side so he was looking in your direction.

nikolai let his eyes travel from your sleep deprived features to your silk nightgown that stopped at mid-thigh. his gaze faltered when he reached your chest, pebbled nipples making blood rush to his groin.

“how do you like the view?” he asked, his eyes still on you.

“it’s nice” you sighed, turning your head to him; unconsciously sinking your teeth on your lower lip cushion.

the blonde swallowed thickly at the action, trying to shake off the thoughts that rushed through his mind— all including you. naked— “you don’t plan on going back to sleep” it was an observation, not a question.

“i don’t” a pause, and a step forward “think so. you?”

another step, this one came from him though, “maybe, i just have lots of restored energy” he responded, a wink sent in your direction as he watched your brows shoot up slightly at the innuendo.

about two more steps.

“any suggestions on how to get rid of it?” his voice dropped an octave, the fabric of his trousers tightening around his crotch as you stood about eight inches apart.

you shrugged, “i may have some ideas”.

nikolai took the last step forward.

the lip-lock was languid and heated; the desire in the pit of your stomach only intensifying more and more with each roam of his hands down your body.

“you don’t know how many times i’ve dreamt about this” he groaned, large palms kneading at your bum as he walked you slowly but surely to the same glass wall you were both just admiring a few moments ago.

nikolai’s thigh found it’s way between your legs, feeling the heat of your sopping core rub itself on his leg “i’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit on that cunt for the rest of the week”

a moan sounded, and you didn’t even realize it came from you until you saw him snickering to himself, his forehead on yours as he brought your palm to rub on his erection.

“this is all yours for tonight, precious”

the back of your neck grew hot as you stood nose to nose with nikolai, sharing the same hot breath.

you gave him one last peck before you were sinking to your knees, eye contact still intact even though his muscles twitched with expectation.

“you gonna suck my cock now, angel?” he asked yet there was a slight quiver to his voice when you dragged his pants down, letting his engorging cock out.

you nodded your head rapidly, wasting zero time and wrapping your hand at the base of his length, pumping him slowly.

his next words almost had you coming on the spot, “well you best make it sloppy, princess. because it’s the only lubrication you’ll get” a whine left your lips “but i bet that cunt can provide us enough lube”.

he definitely had a way with his words. your breathing was already heavy and he barely touched you.

his breathing pattern shook when you enveloped your lips around his sensitive tip, making him hiss and throw his head back, sending a wave of euphoria to your dripping cunt as you took in the way his throat bobbed with his gulp and how the vein running down the side of his neck only made him more attractive.

his hand fisted in your hair, giving the locks a small tug as a silent plea for you to take more of him in.

you complied, letting your tongue run up and down the girth as he slowly sunk more of his rigid cock into your warm mouth.

“taking me so fucking me well” he panted, “i’m gonna flood your pretty throat with my cum, sweetie”

those were the last words to hit your ears before your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your throat being absolutely demolished by the male’s— unexpectedly— fast thrusts.

“saints— fuck!” you heard him grunt; though his voice seemed far away as your jaw ached and mind went hazy, the neglected and profound ache between your thighs increasing by the second at the sound of his praises and moans.

“oh god you have the best fucking mouth ever” he choked out, thrusts sloppy and deep as his hips stuttered before he was gritting his teeth, doing his best to suppress the loud cry of your name as spurts of cum shot down your throat.

the taste made you cringe slightly but you did your best to swallow everything, his cock partially exiting your sore mouth. “if your mouth was that good i can just imagine how well your little cunt will take me” he praised, hooded eyes focused on your rising form as he let his hands tug at your straps.

his gaze held enraptured hunger as you freed yourself from the silky nightwear, butterflies erupting in your core as he eyed your flesh with lust.

“there’s no way i’ve been missing on all of this, dove. you’ve been basically starving me” he commented, a giggle erupting from you as he dived his head down on your neck.

a catch of breath came from you as he nipped on your sweet spot, small whimpers hitting nikolai’s ears.

he kissed and licked, sometimes even grazed his teeth, along your neck. your pussy clenching around nothing as he continuously teased you.

“please” you croaked “i need it, so fucking bad”.

“need what, precious? use your big girl words for me” he winded, trapping you against the cold glass and his body.

you swallowed timidly, “your— your cock, i want it”

the corners of his lips twitched, along with his cock “where baby? in your mouth again or in that eager cunt of yours?”

his words almost made your legs shake.

“my… cunt, please” you whined.

nikolai gave an approving nod before turning you around softly, now pressing your breasts against the windows as your breath fogged it.

he pressed down on your lower back, bringing you to a small arch.

you felt him run his hands down your body, from your shoulders blades to the swell of your ass. his fingers tugged at the soaked cloth that covered your pussy, slowly moving it to the side and revealing your wet canal.

“my, my, you have the pretties pussy ever, can’t wait to bury myself balls deep in it” he praised, bringing the dampened material down.

your heart thumped against your ribcage as you felt his swollen head kiss at your slit, teasing once again.

“nikolai ple—” your own intake of air cut you off, the unexpected thrust making your thighs shudder.

you heard him release a few groans of his own as he let you accommodate to his size, giving small and slow thrusts into your gushing cunt.

“do you like that? you like it when i fill you up to the fucking brim with my cock?”

you whimpered, rocking yourself back on his cock as he sped up his pace, what were once distressing thrusts turned into delightful ones.

your wails resonated through the room, as well as the wet sounds of skin slapping from where your bodies connected.

“nikolai, don’t stop please. don’t fucking stop” you moaned, slamming your palm against the hazed glass.

“sound so fucking hot when you moan my name like that, like a little whore— shit” you didn’t have to look back at him to know that his head was thrown back and mouth was agape, the vice grip he had on your hip told you enough.

your clit throbbed almost agonizingly before the blonde had snaked a hand around your waist, the pad of his fingers soothing the neglected bud.

he let his eyes travel from your messy hair, to your bouncing ass, to his cock covered in a ring of your arousal at the base, and to your jiggling legs that struggled to hold you up.

“the way you shiver, y/n— fuck it makes me wanna wreck you to no end” he confessed, thrusting deeper and prodding at your g-spot.

“nikolai fuck, i’m gonna cum!”

“do it, princess, cum around my cock like a good slut” he encouraged, slamming a hand down on your ass before stilling his hips, bottomed out, and cumming deep inside you.

pleasure wracked through your body like no other, your vision going blurry as pulsated around him. your, now creamed, walls fluttering with the intensity of the orgasm.

it stayed silent except for your ragged breathing and the sound of dripping to the floor for a few seconds.

but nikolai broke it first, “turn around, i wanna watch your face when you take my cock this time”

———

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[yanderenightmare]

uhm, yandere Katsuki with a small reader... like idk how to explain but fluff fear? like waking up together but all she can think about is how loud he sleeps and how BIG he is, also him being a total bitch about how small she is?

yandere kidnapper ! BAKUGO KATSUKI

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goodiebag WARNINGS: dubcon/noncon mentions, kidnapping, abduction, abuse, degradation

PUFF

Waking up warmer than usual was something she’d gotten terribly used to. 

It had only been a couple days. A couple days in a foreign house without anything to do except prance around in what lingerie Katsuki bothered to give her, or sleep the hours away. Where which the latter was undesirable, because she’d be risking getting snuck up on by the brute predator once he returned. So, she was left walking about, dragging tired limbs through barren hallways, stopping to take in the space of each impersonal room, half-naked and cold in the marble mansion, doing nothing but dreading the time her hero came home. 

And in the absence of things happening, those moments where she was in fact preoccupied with something became so much heavier and longer than what they were in reality. Expanded, to the degree where she could pinpoint almost every single detail within the moment. 

This was one of those moments.

She wanted to focus on the bed, soft material, caky and cloudy beneath her, but it was difficult to ignore the mass behind her. His nose poking into the top of her head, nuzzling in her hair, a good measurement of knowing how close his teeth were to her neck as heavy breaths ran down her neck like a chilling breeze, ticklish and disturbing like crawling mites. His chest, rising, pushing into her back, the beating of his heart rattling her ribcage. His hands, large and so very warm, warmer than they were supposed to be, scathed like sandpaper as they scratched in their presence by rubbing her hip, arms slung around her body haphazardly, caging her, suffocating her, pulling her close, holding her steady, trapping her. 

Like a dragon protecting his treasure, she thought, but quickly discarded of the notion. It sounded too sweet. 

Katsuki wasn’t sweet.

He’d come home yesterday, coated in smog, droplets of blood flecked on his sand-skin in no particular pattern. He didn't shower, he’d only grabbed her and walked off to bed. No words shared, only whimpers and dark, disturbing chuckles. She’d struggled, as much as she could against the brute, but it felt as though he enjoyed that more. Tightening his hold until she swore she began to hear her bones ache, bristle as he squeezed the air from out of her lungs. 

She was happy she was spared his painful cock that night, but she was sure it would be a short-lived mercy.

His hold; though still strong, wasn’t as tight in the morning. She took it as an opportunity to create more space between herself and the fever-heat and blinding smell of caramel. She almost wished she could smell the blood and smoke instead, something bitter to disrupt the sickening sweet. She wished she could smell anything else, but even the smell of herself was overcome by him. She’d walked around the house thinking of it the other day, how it was almost as though he’d scented her, as though they were animals.

He didn’t take lightly to the disturbing of his slumber, grunting and growling, stirring that overbearing sense of fear inside her gut, her stomach folding in every possible way. She didn’t want to stop, she wanted to fight, she wanted to roar. He tightened his arms around her, squeezed her hip, planting her ass better against his crotch and she froze.

He smacked his tongue against his teeth. “Now what?” He coaxed. She expected his voice to sound groggy in the morning, but she’d learned in the past days, it never shed its ugly tone. “You gonna cry?” His voice sounding almost hopeful as he bit down on her earlobe, earning a gasp that along the way turned into a delicious little whimper. She tried clawing at his hand, his own nails digging into her skin. “Do yourself a favor and relax” All his taunting, patronizing overbearing words, dismissive to her discomfort, rather enjoying it, if only she could see the cracked smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. She kept struggling despite the obvious futility. “Yer’ not going anywhere, yer’ exactly where you need to be... exactly where you belong.” His tone was casual as he sucked in a breath, sighing with a grumbling growl, still sleepy, yawning behind her, comfortable when squeezing her plushie little form, keeping her close like child with a teddybear. 

But he wasn't enjoying how her legs were kicking, despite the rest of her struggles being teasingly pleasurable.

Pushed down on her back, manhandled into position, he made to move himself between her thighs. Now, with more mistaken freedom, she tried pushing him away. Foolish fists hit against the stiff muscles of his chest, until he grabbed them by the wrists and pinned them above her head. His face so much closer now, but he didn’t kiss her, still longing to hear her speak up, to beg, to plead, to scream. But he remained close, knowing how every one of his words made her heart beat that much faster, and how those especially crude words made her quiver or better yet bleat, like a little lamb beneath him.

“Come on…” He hauled out. She barely made out the words, as far hidden in the growl as they were. His voice tickling her burning ear, his head resting its heavy weight on her arm. “I know I’ve been busy, but…” He spoke as though she wanted to spend more time with him. “It’s my day off.” His voice in singsong, as if she’d be excited, the tone sounding dreadful and wrong when coming from him, dark as it was. But it earned him what he’d been wanting, that soft and struggled sniffle, breath caught in her throat, an uncontrolled shiver breaking the sweet feeble noise.

Content with what he’d reduced her to, he rested his head on the pillow beside her face, his weight laid down upon her in a lifedraining fashion. He hummed, closing his eyes, enjoying her small frame beneath him. In her rightful place, he snickered. Eyes fluttering to look at her pretty face, hand covered in dried blood and smoke as it ascended to tug a lock of hair behind her ear, his thumb stroking over her lips when he made to retract it. The state of his skin made him cringe when he touched the fairness of her complexion. It felt wrong, he admitted. 

They needed to find an even ground.

“Let’s shower, I’m dirty.” She could feel his lips on her ear now, but she was too shell-shocked to snap her head away, knowing what was coming.

In all honesty, she wouldn’t mind a shower. She’d been there a while and didn’t exactly feel clean with him spread, smeared all over her, inside her. But, he’d insisted on being so very close at all times, she was sure the same rules would apply in the shower. 

She tried her best to fight, but it was all so easy to simply grab her arm and pull her with him, yanking on her like a child with a toy. Throwing her inside the large bathroom, with strength that almost had her falling to her knees.

“Take yer’ clothes off.” He commanded, having her backed up against the cold tiles of the walls. “Or… they’re not really your clothes.” He tugged at the black fabric of his shirt, one she’d put on after realizing her own clothes were far from wearable anymore, singed as they were.

Towering over her petite shape, enjoying how she had to tilt her head a drastic degree to stare up at him. 

She was so tiny, it sent pleasurable shivers down his spine to look at her, small like a little pet. His shirt hung around her in the same way you’d expect a tent would, reaching all the way down to her knees, only barely fitting on her narrow shoulders.

She wanted to sound strong. “N- no.” It came out weak.

Snickering, he placed a hand on the wall beside her head. “I was hoping you’d say that…” His smile was so feral, she began wondering if smiles were ever a nice gesture in the first place. Katsuki seemed to do it simply to show her those large teeth stored in his mouth, teeth that could rip her throat out if he were dedicated enough. “Better you learn sooner than later just how helpless you are to stop me getting what I want.” He leaned in closer, stepping further into her space, threatening to crush her toes under the soles of his feet, his much too hot breaths striking her face on repeat. “Weak.” He spat the word, as though it were venom on his tongue. “Defenseless.” It disgusted him, distaste clear in the growl lacing his tone. “Fragile.” 

He’d not gotten exactly what he wanted. He wanted her to scream, whether it was of rage or of fear, didn’t really matter. The tears were no less satisfying though, dribbling down her cheeks, eyes glossy and sparkling.

He grabbed the collar of the t-shirt. She felt the pull, but the tear still came as a surprise. The ripped fabric, now reduced to useless singed rags, pooling around her ankles, and she found herself regretting her wish to smell smoke because the burn of the textile at her feet was not the type of bitter like morning coffee, but bitter in the way that made her eyes sting. Her knees almost gave out when his hand neared her again, his other hand placed above her head, meaning to cage her in between his warmth and the freezing wall behind her. 

Her nipples perked at once when he made contact, which made him smile, hand still hot, much too hot. He cupped one breast in his hand, much too small to fill it entirely. He didn’t seem to mind though.

“So soft…” The disdainful tone was gone, but she found herself missing it as opposed to what lingered in his voice now. “So delicate.” Lust was so terribly more frightening than his distaste. “So…” He licked his lips, a hot breath fanned over her face and goosebumps sprung to the surface of her skin. He hummed in response and she was sure she might just faint. “So sensitive.” She yelped when he pinched. “Mine.” His voice was low and rumbling, hot like raked coals. Tugging down her bottoms as well, she did little to prevent it. 

Not that it would have mattered if she did.

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[katsuhera]

cut the teasing [ft. levi ackerman]

@ackermans-freedom-inc​​ this is my submission for the server collab!! 💖

pairing: levi ackerman x f!reader

wc: 1.6k

triggers/warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, nsfw (18+), modern au, strip tease-ish, daddy kink, orgasm denial

you’d been a tease today - you knew it.

it was partly unintentional, but partly because teasing levi was just so much fun.

ever since levi started working from home, you both had found it so much harder to keep your hands off of each other, creating little games where you’d see who could hold out the longest.

it seemed that today, though, levi had little patience for your games.

you pawed at him indiscreetly while he was on a zoom call, growing satisfied as you palmed his bulge, feeling it get harder by the second as levi struggled to maintain his usual bored expression on screen. you were out of the camera’s angle, as he sat by his desk and you sat by his foot, nonchalantly scrolling on your phone and pretending to not know what you were doing to him.

you looked up as you heard him slam his laptop closed, his cold gray eyes piercing into yours in a darkened, lust-filled gaze.

“that was an important call,” levi spat.

you looked up sweetly, turning your most innocent eyes on him.

“did it go well?”

a low growl hummed from his throat as he tried to keep his gaze unwavering.

roughly, he pulled you up onto his lap, the bulge in his crotch nestling perfectly between your thighs, eliciting a soft gasp from you.

you smiled, wrapping your arms around him slowly and starting to grind down on him.

levi buried his face in the crook of your neck, jutting his hips up so that your bodies moved in harmony, unable to get enough of each other.

you felt your wetness pooling in your panties under the flimsy pajama shorts you wore, low groans falling from your lips as you started to lose yourself in your slowly approaching orgasm.

your knuckles turned white as you gripped harder onto levi, your tells becoming obvious as your breath grew more ragged and the grinding of your hips more desperate.

levi’s hands slid under the silken fabric of your thin tank top and explored your skin, sliding up quickly to your breasts, massaging them gently over your bralette.

he listened for the pattern in your breathing and pulled you off him quickly as he heard the telltale stutter in your breathing.

“wh- levi!” you whined, your legs shaking from the orgasm that had escaped you as quickly as it had come.

“it’s only fair,” he drawled slowly. “you were having so much fun teasing me like that, weren’t you? now it’s my turn.”

you whimpered, still feeling the remnants of an orgasm that you had yet to experience ebbing away, your pussy throbbing dully in lament.

you stood in front of him, legs quivering as you tried to shrink away from levi’s intense stare.

he reached his arms out, grabbing you by the waist and sensually massaging you, knowing just how affected you were by his touch. he pulled you just a little bit closer, skimming his hands down lightly to reach under the hem of your shorts.

you closed your eyes, trying to immerse yourself once again in the ecstasy that was the feeling of levi’s hands all over you, probing and claiming you as his.

a sigh escaped your throat as levi’s finger ever so gently ran over the wet spot of your panties, sending tremors through your spine.

he tutted, pulling you even closer by your shorts.

“strip,” he said. “but slowly.”

he kept his fingers at your clothed core, pressing gently and driving you nearly insane with the subtle pressure.

“ah-” you whined, trying to press your thighs together to create more friction and get yourself closer to where you were before.

“strip,” levi demanded. “take your clothes off - i said slowly, y/n.”

you bit your lip, knowing that levi would never let you get off if you didn’t listen to him. you gripped the hem of your tank top, starting to pull it off before levi interrupted you.

“slower.”

you took a deep breath, dragging your tank top slowly over your head, gradually exposing the lacy bralette you wore to match with your panties.

a hand grabbed at your breast, sliding all over your chest as he relished in the way tiny goosebumps raised over the hot trail his hand left on your skin.

your shorts were next; levi’s eyes held yours as you slowly shimmied out of the clothing, letting them drop to the floor as he moved both hands to slither along your figure.

levi stared at your body, his breath quietly hitching in his throat as he appreciated you, the soft glow of the sun setting in the window behind you creating a halo effect around you.

he hooked his fingers along the waistband of your panties, sliding them down next before pulling you onto his lap, leaving your legs to straddle him, his hardened cock placed right by your aching core.

you all but fell into his chest, your breathy moans falling on levi’s ears like music.

he started the relentless teasing once more, grinding his hips forward into you as you stripped yourself of your bralette, trying to desperately chase the climax that was simultaneously so close and so far away.

levi’s tolerance was being tested, too, as he could feel your slick seeping through his slacks, your needy cunt trying in vain to clench around anything, anything at all.

“good girl,” he cooed, as you dropped your bralette on the floor, your hands grabbing at his shoulders in an attempt to brace yourself and grind down onto him. “daddy will give you what you want now, okay?”

you bit your lip, whimpering in agreement. lust had clouded your brain; you were acting on autopilot, doing anything that you believed would help you attain that orgasm that levi had held dangling just out of reach from you for so long now.

gone was the cocky girl who’d been so confident about teasing levi when he was busy - he had the upper-hand now, and both of you knew it.

levi pushed you gently off of him to take off his pants, his boxer-clad cock straining to be freed from its restraints. you grabbed at it, desperate to feel him fill you up.

he grabbed your wrist, stilling you as he freed himself, his cock slapping against his abs, a tiny pearl of precum oozing from the tip.

without thinking, you rutted your hips forward, lining up his cock against your lips, your slick easily coating his entire shaft - eliciting low groans from the both of you.

levi placed his hands on your ass, moving you up and down so that you teased each other, his cock sliding along your entrance and threatening to slip inside at any moment.

“daddy-” you panted. “need you.”

he had no response ready for you, throwing his head back as he reveled in the feeling of being coated entirely by your wetness.

without any warning, he lifted you up and onto his cock, bottoming out inside of you as you grinded down fully into his lap.

you moaned in unison, your grip on his shoulders tightening as your walls convulsed around him. you balanced yourself with your toes on the floor, as you slowly started to bounce on his cock.

his head still thrown back in sheer pleasure, he reached his hand up to encircle your neck, squeezing gently as your breaths grew increasingly unstable.

“remember - no cumming until daddy says, okay?” he said lowly, his eyes still closed. he couldn’t see how your body reacted to the feeling of him inside you, but he could tell how close you were - your walls were squeezing, clenching tightly so as to not lose sight of the orgasm you were so frantic to have.

you nodded, but were honestly unsure of how much longer you could hold out. your vision became hazy, little white spots appearing here and there as you felt the tension in your core grow tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.

levi took a nipple in his mouth, sucking and rolling your nipple with his tongue as he reached down to play with your clit, knowing just how much harder it would make it for you to resist climaxing immediately.

“ah-!” you breathed, shocked at the sudden stimulation, and finding yourself teetering the edge. any less self-restraint, and you would have already fallen off the edge.

“not yet,” levi reminded you.

“but- daddy,” you mewled, clutching even harder onto him as you tried your hardest to not let yourself snap just yet.

levi thrusted into you from below, knowing you all too well and hitting that perfect, sensitive spot inside of you as he continued his assault on your clit.

he was nearing his own climax too, trying urgently to get you to cum first before he allowed himself release. when he decided he couldn’t hold out for much longer, he took your hips and slammed you down, sheathing himself balls deep inside of you.

“cum.”

a strangled cry came from your throat as hot ecstasy devoured you, levi’s arms holding you flush against his body as you writhed against him, riding out your high.

“fuck,” levi breathed, unable to restrain himself any longer and shooting thick spurts of cum into you, painting your walls white as you milked everything he had out of him.

you were a sweaty, sticky mess, your chests heaving together as his cock twitched dully inside of you. levi rubbed your back comfortingly, his touch leaving tingling sensations in its wake.

“don’t tease me like that again,” levi said, speaking into your neck.

you smiled, your mind still foggy from your orgasm.

“mmh,” you breathed. “we’ll see.”

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Title: As the Clouds Whisp Overhead

Summary: Jaskier gets off on Geralt's soft thighs and tummy. Literally. Geralt relaxes back and lets him, enjoying the show. Weight gain spoken of positively. Pairing: Geraskier. WC: 3.5K+

CW: smut, brief mention of weight loss due to difficult times (past)

It had been a rather easy spring, all things considered.

Geralt lazed in the field, not really watching the clouds that drifted overhead, his eyes closed and breaths deepening into an almost meditative state. The smell of wine and cheese was almost drowned out by the wildflowers about them but it was still there, as was the scent of apples, salt, the road, and the lingering oils that Jaskier had insisted on wearing ever since he’d discovered Geralt’s nose was sensitive to the others that he used to reek of.

Said bard was currently shuffling their lunch about, putting most of it away for later, humming one of his newest tunes as he folded back up the blanket he’d apparently bought for just this occasion. Though they’d eaten plenty of meals without it or the basket he’d purchased at the market as well, Jaskier had insisted that a picnic was a special affair and deserved the right accessories to make it just right.

Geralt had just let him do as he wished, not worried about his friend’s coin purse - and not worried about his own, for once. Usually the end of winter spelled a time of heavy work for him but he’d lucked out on a couple of easy and well paying jobs right off the bat - so he thought a bit of down time wouldn’t be the end of the world for them.

The song on Jaskier’s lips was one he hadn’t quite finished yet. Geralt had already heard several different renditions of the first verse alone, lyrics tweaked here and there, the exact lilt of his voice changing back and forth as he tried to settle on what he believed would sound the best. And despite his occasional grumbling over the repetition it was a rather relaxing tune, one he didn’t mind listening to.

Beyond that, there was a sort of...intimacy that came with being trusted with Jaskier’s unfinished works. The knowledge that Jaskier wasn’t always his best around him, was able to fuck around with a song and riddle the air with curses of “bollocks” and “cock” while he tried and failed and tried again to make it just right. That Geralt could see him like this and not the perfected performance that he was to the rest of the world, the mask that was firmly in place right up until the moment he didn’t want it to be.

And that moment just so happened to frequently involve witchers, whether directly or indirectly. How many times had he gone feral on someone for just saying the wrong thing about one of Geralt’s colleagues? Just early that spring he’d jumped someone for spitting on the ground over Lambert’s name, and Jaskier hadn’t even met him yet.

Something like pride welled up in his chest at the thought, though it was a quiet thing. Jaskier should be more careful, he shouldn’t be fighting their fights - but it meant the world to him all the same that he wanted to. Especially for his brothers.

“You know, I’ve never been one for cheese and crackers as anything more than a snack, but that was simply delightful.” Jaskier’s voice came closer as he talked, and the flowers and grass were disturbed next to him as the bard flopped over at his side, quickly snuggling in when Geralt moved his arm to make room for him. “We’ll have to go back and ask again what the name of that cheese was. Never have I ever given so much thought to pairing and wines and all that stuff - my youngest sister was always more interested in that sort of thing, and really if I heard her say one more time that my palette wasn’t refined enough I might have had to hide frogs in her bed again.”

Jaskier settled in nicely at his side, slotting in like they were made for each other, fit perfectly together. He chattered away and Geralt mostly tuned him out, something Jaskier loved to fake hurt over though they both knew it was just that: fake. Over the years Geralt had perfected hearing what he needed to hear and simply listened to the tune of Jaskier’s voice, the song of his highs and lows, his sighs and breaths and every heartbeat becoming the song that was his bard.

Meditation came easier around Jaskier than it did anyone else. Even around his own family it was a struggle. Lambert was a little shit at the best of times and Eskel simply existed larger than he wanted to, and Geralt was always tuned into his brothers, paying attention to them because he knew just how limited theri time was together. But with Jaskier, he could rest, relax, simply let himself be like he’d never experienced with anyone else.

His arm rested at Jaskier’s back, hand loose on his side, barely hanging on and feeling his bard breath in and out as he spoke. Jaskier’s fingers tapped a rhythm where they were rested on his chest, though eventually they moved, sliding down to rest against his stomach and making Geralt hmm at the pleasant warmth they brought.

They’d stripped earlier to bathe in the nearby river and had mostly dressed, though Jaskier had forwent his doublet as Geralt had his armor. It was nice, being out in the wild, away from the faux sense of safety that inn rooms allowed them and yet still able to be this content without his armor on. Just their loose clothing, not enough to be considered decent in any sort of societal setting, simply existing and being and just…

Geralt was content, and he didn’t consider that a bad thing. Not in the slightest.

A breeze rustled the field about them, loose silver hair tickling his face though Geralt didn’t have the bother in him to brush it out of the way or tuck it behind his ear. The air smelled nice for once, no clogging dust on the wind, no rotting anything nearby nor farms to make his nose want to clog itself. Since the summer was still a ways off the sun wasn’t too harsh on his skin, his chemise enough to keep any possible chill away though it was warm enough in this part of the country, everything pleasant and not too much.

There was also a lovely set of fingers that had wormed their way under his chemise. Jaskier hadn’t bothered to push it up, had just scooted his hand underneath, and with very gentle circles had begun to rub patterns into the soft flesh there. It was enough to make Geralt melt beneath him, a soft hmm on his lips accompanied by a sigh as he felt his every muscle relax at the touch. The winter had been extra good to him, Eskel having returned with more coin than expected from his path which had meant more meat for their stews, and the lot of them had eaten extra well.

Jaskier had never shied away from letting him know exactly how much he appreciated it when he ate well. There had been a few times on their own path that food had been scarce, and despite witchers having an accelerated metabolism Geralt had always done his best to see after his bard first and foremost - so when times were tough his body showed it, and Jaskier had played his fingers raw when he saw the worst of it just to make sure the both of them could eat their fill.

But there had been no such worries or struggles yet this year, what with the good winter and the well paying contracts that had followed. Geralt’s stomach was full and soft, protecting the muscles and other important organs underneath, and the rest of him was showing the spoiling as well. His thighs had grown softer, somewhat straining against the material of his pants but it wasn’t quite uncomfortable yet - he knew well enough to keep his clothes somewhat baggy, to make room for the waxing and waning that came with the path. His chest, too, had grown softer, encouraging Jaskier to nuzzle into it at any given opportunity.

Those calloused fingers found some of the scars that ran across his belly, caressing them gently. Some stretch marks veined their way across his skin as well, hidden at the moment by his chemise but Jaskier felt his way across them all the same, giving off a gentle sigh as he snuggled in closer and traced his love wherever he could reach.

Geralt could not have thought of a more peaceful way to spend the afternoon. The clouds blurred as his eyes slid closed at the tender affection, his breaths deepening. Deep breaths in through his nose, smelling the wildflowers. A rabbit was nearby, chomping as quietly as it could on some grass, its hops barely whispers as it braved further away from its burrow. Geralt could hear the gentle chuffing of its babies hidden away, the call of a hawk overhead that sent the rabbit scurrying. The scent of budding trees, of a little mouse that had found some seeds to munch. The scent of his bard, his oils and shampoo and the hint of river on the both of them, and the growing scent of-

A snort brought them both a bit out of the peace, and Geralt cracked his eyes just enough to smirk down at the startled confusion growing on his bard’s face.

“Really?”

Those pretty pink lips pouted up at him as if Jaskier wasn’t fully aware of what was growing in his pants. Geralt made a show of raising one of his eyebrows, raking his gaze down, down his bard, straight to stare at his crotch just long enough to get his point across before flicking his eyes right back up.

It took a few seconds for his bard to catch up, Geralt watching the thoughts clear as day on Jaskier’s face, until red spread pretty across his cheeks and darkened the speckle of freckles there. Jaskier sputtered a bit and Geralt had to bite back a wider grin, starts to words that had no finish dropping between them before Jaskier cut himself off with a whine, ducking in to nuzzle into his chest and push the rest of his body closer.

“That’s not fair, Geralt - what, can you, I don’t know, smell it or something?”

Geralt didn’t respond to that, just reached up to tug a stray curl back behind Jaskier’s ear. His bard peeked up at him with another adorable pout jutting out his lower lip, his nose scrunched up as he waited for his ‘ridiculous suggestion’ to be shot down.

But it wasn’t shot down. And Jaskier frowned, and then he squeaked, climbing on top of Geralt to straddle him and poke a very firm finger straight into the chest he’d just been nuzzling.

“You and your- your entirely unfair witcher ways! Are you telling me you could tell all this time? Every time?” Geralt didn’t stop his grin this time and the indignation just grew, hand gestures growing wider. “That is- Geralt, how am I suppose to walk through life knowing you can smell my erection? How am I ever supposed to get up of a morning knowing my every waking naughty thought will be given away? Which yes is entirely too often but you’re entirely not fair, have you looked in a mirror in the past decade? Cruelty, unfair, entirely too sexy for your own good, for anyone’s own good-”

Jaskier went on like that, ranting like only he could, while Geralt eventually tuned his words out just to listen to the lilt of his voice. And the bard made a rather pretty picture himself, straddling him like that. His chemise was loose, showing off curls of dark hair that Geralt could run his fingers through for an eternity and never be bored of it. Broad tanned shoulders, a soft stomach barely hidden underneath his clothes, his pants a wonderful shade of green that fit in with the waking world around them.

A very pretty picture, but a noisy one at the moment. Geralt sighed but Jaskier went on, wildly flourishing his hands as if it was the end of the world that Geralt could smell his arousal. An arousal that had notably not died down, still pressing against the fabric of his pants, catching Geralt’s eyes and making him tilt his head in that way that Jaskier insisted was ‘adorable’ - though Geralt didn’t think he was capable of such a thing.

His thigh twitched with a rather mischievous thought, and as Geralt’s gaze traveled back up to Jaskier’s face, cheeks still stained pink from his rather unnecessary embarrassment, he thought there perhaps that voice would do better singing for him than ranting about his dramatics.

He’d been called an asshole before, and Geralt had never disagreed with the label. But he was lucky enough that Jaskier for the most part never minded - and he greatly doubted Jaskier would mind his next movement.

As Jaskier waved one of his delicate looking wrists in the air, dandelion seeds drifting on the wind about them, Geralt shifted beneath him until he had room to lift up one of his thighs. Before Jaskier could catch his movement it pressed up into him, cutting his bard off with a gasp, his eyes fluttering as Geralt’s smile showed teeth.

“That’s-” Jaskier pressed right down onto his thigh, his hands coming down to support him, and he didn’t waste any time in making it more enjoyable for himself. Shifting down, one hand placed on Geralt’s chest to support him, Jaskier straddled his thigh and slowly ground down onto it. A pretty moan escaped his lips and his tongue darted out as if to catch it.

It was a lovely show, watching as Jaskier pressed down onto him, sought out his own pleasure by rubbing against his thick thigh. Geralt pillowed his head on his arms and just watched, not moving his leg, letting Jaskier set his own pace and feeling pride bubble up in his chest at how pretty he sung for him. On a particularly rough grind Jaskier whimpered and rutted against him faster, making Geralt’s own cock twitch - but he wasn’t really in the mood for pleasure, so he ignored it in favor of the show.

Though he made for a beautiful picture, back lit by the sun and clouds, a pretty blue above that couldn’t quite beat the beautiful blue of his eyes, Jaskier wasn’t purposely looking good for a show. He didn’t touch his own skin like he did when he rode Geralt, didn’t skim his hands down his chest and stomach to show it off. Didn’t bite his lip or run and tangle his fingers into his curls. The emotions that crossed his face were not stressed or controlled, his noises slipped out without thought, his body moving without any purpose beyond pleasuring himself - and it made it a moment Geralt wanted to sear into his memory forever. That Jaskier could let go like this for him. That he trusted that Geralt didn’t mind, trusted that Geralt did not judge him for his desires. How human Jaskier allowed himself to be, imperfect and all the more beautiful for it.

“Fuck,” Jaskier cursed on an exhale, his movements already shaking, his cock dripping enough precum that it soaked into the front of his pants. Geralt could almost feel it wetting his own. “Geralt I- fuck you’re gorgeous, so gorgeous, I want to-” his hips stuttered, breath catching on a moan, brown curls caught on the wind and dancing. “Can- can I get off on your stomach? Gods it’d be so soft, feel so good, I- fuck.”

That was something he’d never requested before. Geralt quirked an eyebrow, belying another twitch of his own cock, but he grunted out “If you must.” And he had to bite back a chuckle at how quickly Jaskier’s fingers went for the ties of his pants.

Jaskier’s cock was leaking profusely though that wasn’t anything he didn’t already know. It looked like it was aching from it, hard and red and angry when he fished it out of his pants and smalls, and Jaskier whined as he couldn’t help but stroke himself a few times. His hips bucked with it, a greedy and wanting noise slipping from between his wet lips - but then he was slipping down Geralt’s leg to straddle his hips, and his cock was pushed against the soft skin of his stomach.

It didn’t slide against him very easily. The precum leaking from the tip helped, but Jaskier didn’t seem to care, holding onto his cock and gently rubbing it against him, jaw wide and loose like it was the single most pleasurable act Jaskier had ever experienced. Geralt cocked his head and tore his gaze away from Jaskier to watch his cock rub circles on him, precum dribbling faster and catching in the hair that curled white all over his abdomen.

Honestly, Geralt didn’t quite understand it. Wasn’t entirely sure what had Jaskier’s breath coming so fast, his heart beating so quick at rubbing against his soft stomach. But he didn’t really care. Jaskier’s hips jerked and he fought to keep himself reigned in, to keep his movements steady and slow, and Geralt just watched him and let him. Let him take this pleasure, smelling the arousal coming off of him in waves, listening to the rhythm of his breaths and body and heart. And Geralt memorized every little detail, from the flutter of his long eyelashes to the way his fingers dug into Geralt’s side, nails just at the edge of biting him.

Jaskier whimpered, long and shaking, when he came. It was desperate, his face scrunching up, eyes shut tight as if he was grasping onto the pleasure with all of his might. Geralt reached out to take hold of one of his hands, letting Jaskier clench his fingers as hard as he needed, bringing them up to brush his lips against the knuckles as Jaskier spilled all over his stomach.

His bard almost collapsed onto him, but Geralt moved him before that could happen, bringing him down with a shush at his further whimpers and letting him rest once more in the crook of his arm. And Jaskier came down slow, heartbeat eventually matching the rhythm of his deepening breaths, eyes still scrunched up tight as if he didn’t want to let go of what he’d been feeling.

When Geralt ran his fingers through his curls, they were damp with sweat. He hummed, not minding, just holding him close as he melted against him.

Eventually, Jaskier stretched, letting his arm flop against Geralt’s chest and legs tangle with his once more. He almost made an effort to open his eyes. Almost. Instead he frowned lightly, nuzzling into Geralt and as he moved impossibly closer.

“Want me to return the favor, love?” His words were light things that could have been carried off by the wind if Geralt’s hearing had been even slightly worse.

In truth, Geralt was turned on. How could he not be when Jaskier had ridden his thigh and stomach so beautifully? But he thought it over for a minute, the cool breeze tickling his face with a few stray white hairs, the scent of wildflowers coming back to him as the one of arousal dissipated.

“No,” he said finally, pulling Jaskier closer to kiss the top of his head. Despite the interest his body had shown he found he wasn’t in the mood himself, content enough to let Jaskier have his pleasure and leave it at that.

Jaskier just hummed, not questioning him further, and a small smile tugged at Geralt’s lips knowing there would be no hurt feelings over it. His bard’s fingers eventually went back to lazily tracing patterns into his skin, though he made a bit of a yucky face when they found the sticky mess he’d left of Geralt’s stomach hairs. Still they were both far too content to clean up just yet, not even wasting the energy to tuck Jaskier’s softening cock back away in his pants as they laid there, relaxed, enjoying the non-harsh sun and the clouds that lazed across the sky overhead.

“Coin for your thoughts?” Jaskier whispered into his chest after a time, and Geralt grunted, not even opening his eyes to look down as he responded.

“A bigger food budget.”

A moment later, and Jaskier’s laugh filled the field around them, sharp and uncontained, a laugh that was so far away from the performance he played that it drew a chuckle out of Geralt as well. That they could be themselves around each other, that they could be so carefree and human, was the most joyous thing Geralt had ever found in his long, long life - and that they’d discovered a new way to have fun was exciting, and Geralt was certainly going to take advantage of this new discovery. How could he not, when his reward was a well-pleased bard melting in his arms.

[outhereinnevada]

Could I please request some fluff/smut with Auditor? Thank u

WOOOO! Alright, time for the first NSFW fic!

Warning: NSFW content ahead. Minors DO NOT INTERACT.

Anyways, onto the fic! Enjoy anon!

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Relieving love - Auditor x Reader Smut

You've known the Auditor for as long as you can remember. Long before Nevada was thrown into madness.

When he founded the AAHW, he made you his second in command knowing that you had very similar ideals to him. If he was out and taking the day off, you would be put in charge.

The Agents and Engineers really loved having you around, you always made sure that they were well taken care of, especially the MAGS. The MAGS really enjoy just holding you in their hands to talk to you about whatever they had their minds on.

Auditor was very appreciative for your hard work in his absence and loved that you took the time to make the Agents and Engineers feel welcomed and readied in the AAHW. You were essentially a therapist for them.

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Another rough day for Auditor, a lot of shit went down. Hank and his crew raided the base that the Auditor was at that day, very few got out alive, but he finally got home. Closing the door a bit harshly, he sat down on the couch with his head in his hands, obviously stressed out.

"Auditor? Are you alright dear?"

He looked up to see you crouched in front of him, you took his hands into yours feeling the tension he radiated. He sighed, letting himself calm at your touch.

"It was another rough day, the base I was at got raided by Hank and his lot. Very few of us got out of there, a lot of casualties."

With a soft gasp, you placed a hand on his cheek. He nuzzled into it, putting his own hand on top of yours.

"Oh Audi...thank goodness you weren't harmed. I don't what I would do without you."

His body heated up, he adored when you used that nickname. The flames around his body got a little more wild.

"s/o...you know I get flustered when you call me that."

You giggled, sitting next to him, you threaded your fingers around his flames playfully. He kept getting more and more heated until he snapped. He turned to you and gripped your wrists, your surprised, blushing expression staring right at him.

"Audi?! Wha-what are you-"

He quickly cut you off, seeming incredibly desperate for some reason.

"I-I'm sorry s/o, I c-can't stop myself anymore. You're just too irresistible."

You stared into his loving gaze, you knew what he wanted, what he needed at this moment. You gave soft smile before slipping out of his grip and giggling. Shocked, he turned his tomato red face toward you.

"Well, you'll just have to catch me then!"

Not wasting a second, you ran around the house. Auditor catching onto what you're doing, got up and started to playfully chase you. You ran around for a bit before running into your shared bedroom and jumping onto the bed, with Auditor following your actions and landing beside you.

You two laughed for awhile before Auditor got back into his previous mood, his body once again heating up. Hovering over you, his hands placed beside your head he leaned closer to you. Your face now turning more red from how close he was.

"Caught you~"

His voice became huskier, a sign that he became needy. You looked away shyly, burying your head into your arm.

"W-well, here's your prize then."

He chuckled, you knew you were in good hands with that laugh.

"Oh darling, you're in for a treat tonight~"

He gently pulled your arm away from your face and brushed your hair away from your face.

"I wouldn't want anything less~"

That set Auditor off, he leaned in to give a brief kiss on your lips before slowly moving to your neck. The light licks on your neck gave you sudden chills before he started to lightly nibble and suck on it, giving you hickeys.

"Au-Audi."

You let out a soft moan indicating your pleasure. He decided to take it a step further and really bite down. A sharp gasp emanated from your submissive form.

"AAH, please...a bit more gentle."

He reeled back a bit. Noticing, you put a hand on his shoulder to reassure him.

"I apologise s/o. I'll a bit more gentle for you."

You kissed his cheek, a sign to keep going. He kept biting and sucking on your neck, trying to find your sweet spot. A yelp from you signalled that he found it.

Continuing to abuse your sweet spot, he snaked his hand up your stomach to your chest. You raked your fingers through the flames atop his head, your breaths hot and heavy.

He chuckled heartily at your flushed expression, proceeding to toy with your breasts as he left a few more hickeys on your neck. You decided he need some pleasure too, you lifted your leg to grind against his crotch. He let out a subtle groan, his face coated in red.

"Oh~ You want to play that game do you my love? Very well."

You didn't even notice that your shirt and bra were gone, before you could respond he started to nibble and suck on one of your breasts and massaging the other with his hand. The bliss was too much for you, you became putty within The Auditor's hands.

"P-please, I-I need you more. Just-jus-."

You couldn't finish your sentence as you let out another lustful moan.

"I could make you wait longer, but that would just be cruel of me~ So let's just get to the point."

You smirked, getting an idea. Before he could try anything, you flipped him over putting him on the bottom. You revelled in his shocked expression.

"Sorry dear, but I believe that you need some attention as well."

You quickly unzipped his pants and pull down his boxers, letting his cock spring up, the tip leaking with anticipation. You ogled at the grand size of it. You gently laid your fingers on the shaft, even the lightest touch got Auditor worked up.

"Wow, you really were holding out for me weren't you?"

Letting out warm, shaky breaths, he gripped onto your shoulders. You rubbed the inside of his thighs before pressing your soft lips against the head of his length, lightly sucking on it. Auditor gripped the sheets hard out of the sheer amount of satisfaction he was receiving.

"Ke-Keep going, you're doing so wonderfully-"

Multiple whimpers and moans escaped him, interrupting himself. This only prompted you to go down on him properly. Slowly taking more of his member each time he let out even a single noise, you pumped whatever you couldn't fit in your mouth.

The Auditor was in absolute ecstasy, he could barely speak. Your tongue swirled around the shaft as if you had done this many times before. You had taken in so much that it was hitting the back of your throat and you started to choke and gag.

"s-s/o. I-I'm-AGHH!"

Without warning, Auditor shot his load deep into your throat with a strained groan. You tried your best to swallow every drop of his seed as to not make a mess on the sheets. Finally ceasing, you released his cock from your mouth with a satisfying pop.

"Goodness, you...you were really pent-up. That was a lot to swallow."

Gazing into your tired eyes, he laughed to himself. He flipped you back to bottom position, a hungry look in his crimson gaze.

"I don't believe we're done yet, since you so rudely interrupted me when I was trying to please you."

He swiftly removed your pants along with your panties, he wiped two fingers on your opening rubbing his fingers together taking note of the wetness.

"Hmm, already soaking wet and I've barely done anything to you. Let's fix that shall we~"

Plunging the two fingers deep into your slit, he scissored you wide open to prep you for the ravaging he was about to give you. You tried to hide your increasingly high-pitched moans but the pleasure was just too much to keep quiet about.

"I hope you're ready s/o because once I start, I won't stop until I'm satisfied."

The threatening but alluring tone of Auditor's voice sent you into a downward spiral of lust and want. Removing his fingers, he lined himself up to insert himself into you. Leaning closer, he could feel how hot your breath was against his skin.

"Please...be gentle, it-it's my first time and feel it might break me if you go too hard and fast."

He caressed your cheek, giving you a gentle kiss. He rubbed the tip of his shaft against your entrance seeming eager to pop your cherry seeing as he was your first.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you aren't harmed. That is a promise."

You nodded, slowly but surely he pushed his way into you. With every bit of his length that pressed in, you let out a strained but pleasured whimper. Finally hilting himself within you, the tears finally ran down your cheeks. He tenderly wiped away the tears and rested his forehead against yours, awaiting your signal to go.

After a couple of minutes, you shifted and a sultry whine was your response. Given the all clear, Auditor wasted no time getting into a rhythmic pattern. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, nails scratching his back which only made him speed up. Your lewd yelps and screams were music to his ears.

"Yes, keep screaming my dear, let me know that I'm giving you what's rightfully yours!"

You were tightening around his member by the second, each thrust leaving you seeing stars. Not wanting to be the only one, you bit down his neck and started leaving your own hickeys on him though they wouldn't be as noticeable as yours.

Your body trembled against his, his movements were getting slower and sloppier. You couldn't hold it in anymore and he neither could he.

"AUDI!"

"S/O!"

At the call of each others names, you both released, there was so much cum that it leaked out of you, so much for not making a mess. Finally coming down from your highs, he pulled out seeing all of the excess fluid, he quickly cleaned you and himself before pulling a thick blanket over the both of you. You buried yourself into Auditor's side as he flopped down next to you, snaking an arm around you to pull you close to his radiating warmth.

"That...that was amazing."

"I agree, you did incredibly well for your first time. I'm proud of you."

You giggled as he planted a kiss on the top of your head, petting your head as he lulled you into a peaceful sleep before falling asleep himself.

"Goodnight s/o, may your dreams be pleasant tonight."

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WOOOOOOOOOOO! FIRST NSFW FIC IS DONE! I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS ANON CUZ I SURE DID.

[badassbuchanan]

After Hours - Part 2

Warnings: smut; swearing, handjob, pussy rubbing, unprotected sex, rough, dirty talk, choking, hair pulling, jealously, mentions of daddy kink, angst.

Word Count: 4522

Part 1

A/N: just want to say a big thank you to every single one of you for all the support and love - it honestly makes my day when I read your lovely comments about how much you enjoy reading these! x

I skipped down the classily decorated corridor in my 5 inch Jimmy Choos, hugging a stack of files close to my body.

I could see Ransom, sitting on his PA’s desk as the two of them flirted like no one was watching through the completely transparent wall made of glass.

I flicked my hair over my shoulder before grabbing the icy cold metal handle. Ransom immediately arose from his position after his head had turned to watch me walk through the door.

He stared for a moment too long, admiring the way my shorter-than-usual skirt sat on my hips. I would never in a million years have worn something this short to work, but Y/F/N had begged me to meet her at a bar straight after work and it was already quarter to 5.

I watched his hands dig into the pockets of his jeans before I turned my attention to his irritated looking personal assistant. Something about seeing him flirt with someone else after what we’d done last week in his office ignited a fire of jealously inside of me which I couldn’t explain.

“Miss Y/L/N.” Ransom fronted professionally, a slight smirk playing on his lips as his eyes travelled slowly up and down my body.

“Y/N, you don’t have an appointment booked and Mr Drysdale was just about to leave for the day.” Julie snapped, causing me to bite the inside of my cheek with annoyance. She was obviously upset that I’d interrupted their flirting.

“Well then I’ll make an appointment for tomorrow.” I smiled sarcastically, feeling Ransom’s gaze continue to burn into me as I walked over to her desk.

“No need,” Ransom interrupted with a slight cough, his fingers absentmindedly tracing a pattern on the corner of the desk. “I’m free now.”

“Good,” I tried to stay professional, but my heart skipped a beat as I looked up into his piercing blue eyes. “Now works for me.”

Ransom spun on his heels to follow me as I silently made my way through the big wooden door of his office.

I heard the door shut after him as I immediately spread the files over his desk, organising them the best I could.

“It’s only Thursday, Y/N.” Ransom mumbled in a husky voice from behind me. I smiled shyly, moving my head slightly to the side as he came towards me. “I thought you said you wouldn’t have them finished until tomorrow.”

“No, Mr Drysdale-“

“Ransom.” He cut me off, reminding me of his preferred name.

“Ransom.” I corrected myself, tapping my fingers into the edge of the desk. “I said I’d have them done by Friday. But I like to impress, so I finished them a day early.”

“Well, I’m impressed.” Ransom’s hot breath against my ear made me jump slightly as his body pressed against my back. The feeling I’d missed so much. The feeling I’d touched myself at the thought of every night.

Since Ransom had fucked me in his office, something had switched inside of me. It was like he’d awoke some kind of need that wasn’t there before. A need that only he could satisfy.

“You haven’t even looked inside yet.” The playful remark left my lips as I made a show of leaning over his desk to reach for a pen, my ass grinding backward into his crotch testingly.

Ransom’s hands immediately flew up to squeeze my hips, a slight grunt escaping his mouth. I felt my pussy start to ache as his hardening cock rubbed against my ass.

“Why don’t you show me then.” Ransom breathed out shakily, unexpectedly walking around to stand more beside than behind me. His left hand rested on the table to steady him.

“Well, I used all of the original drafts you gave me to collate these more interesting plots.” I spoke professionally, picking up one of the manilla files I’d prepared to prove my point.

Ransom’s eyes scanned the documents after grabbing it from my hand, nodding interestedly as his brows furrowed with concentration.

“I think you’ll find these more interesting because-“ I gasped softly, feeling his right hand slide under my skirt from behind as he pushed between my legs and started to rub my pussy over my panties.

I bit my lip, closing my eyes as I tried to reclaim my balance. I immediately felt my pussy dripping in arousal at the hard massage his fingers were providing.

Ransom acted like nothing was happening, pushing his fingers harder against my pussy in circles as he watched me with a straight face. “Because what?”

“Well, because. I - Um.” I stumbled over my words, gasping in pleasure as the dampness of my panties started spreading down to his fingers. “Because I found a way to incorporate a fresh take on storytelling with the classic ‘whodunnit’ style of authors such as Agatha Christie.”

“Yeah?” He raised an eyebrow cockily, pushing his body against my side as he watched me lose control. “How so?”

“The - the um.” I breathed our shakily, letting the file drop on to the table as I steadied myself on my hands. Ransom pushed his fingers against my panties harder, the sound of my wetness filling the room as he moved his hand in circular motions. “the paragraphs I’ve highlited in pink apply the fundamental basics of a good mystery novel. If we incorporate those with the modern day and even futuristic elements highlighted in green, we get something unique that people can really get behind.” I finished the sentence seconds before a loud moan escapes my lips from the pleasure.

“Speaking of which,” Ransom smirked, turning his body to lean his ass against the desk before adjusting me so I was standing directly in front of him. He pulled me forward so that I straddled him, my front rubbing against his crotch as he continued massaging my pussy from behind. “Try not to be too loud, okay?”

I felt his warm breath against my skin, his lips millimetres away from mine as I reached my hand up to cup his face. “Ransom.” I whimpered his name, admiring him through hooded eyes.

“That’s it,” Ransom grunted out in encouragement, his throbbing cock nudging against my clit through his pants. “Cum all over my fingers, baby.”

The pet name drove me wild. Last time this happened, not a single word was exchanged. But now, Ransom was all mouth. and fingers. And it was making me horny.

I moaned his name again, my lips nudged against his as I bucked my hips. My fingers dug into the back of his head, clinging on to him desperately as I lost control, feeling my orgasm already taking over.

“Shhh, good girl.” He whispered as I rode his fingers, trying to recover from my euphoric high. “Did that make you feel good? My hand rubbing that little pussy of yours?”

His dirty mouth was only making me wetter and more desperate for him. “Yes, Oh. Yes.” I whimpered my response as he continued rubbing my sensitive pussy. My eyes closed in pleasure as I held onto his tightly, my head dropping forward weakly.

“Look at you,” Ransom chuckled deviously, amused as I withered against him at the overstimulation. “So responsive.”

I reached my hand that wasn’t in his hair down to press against his bulge, gasping at the wetness covering his crotch. Both of our eyes were drawn to where my hand was on him.

Ransom smirked, scoffing at the sight before leaning forward to gently nudge my lips with his. “You made a bit of a mess.”

“I’m sorry Ransom, you just made me so wet.” I whimpered submissively, finding myself wanting to give him everything before he even asked. I felt weak and small and reliant on Ransom to look after me.

“Don’t ever apologise for how horny you are, not to me.” Ransom lifted his hand that was on my panties up to trace my lips with his thumb.

I obediently parted my lips, Ransom’s eyes darkened with desire as he gently pressed the pad of his thumb against my tongue.

I kept my eyes focused on his, moving my hand up to hold his wrist as I suck on his thumb. I let my tongue swirl around his digit as though it was his cock, something that in the moment connected us in a way that neither of us understood.

Ransom’s jaw clenched as he watched me sloppily soak his thumb with my spit, some of it dripping out of my mouth on to my lips.

“Listen to me,” Ransom caught my attention with his words, causing me to loosen my suction on his thumb. He took it from my mouth, running it carelessly over my lower stomach before hooking it into my slightly exposed panties from where my skirt had ridden up. “I’m gunna shove my cock in you, okay? You took it so well for me last time.”

I nodded a response with a whimper before looking down at where his thumb was pressing circles against my throbbing clit, still sensitive from my orgasm. Ransom’s eyes fixated on it too, a smirk on his face as he watched me submitting to him.

I grabbed hold of his strong bicep with one hand to balance myself, feeling my legs begin to wobble as a dirty thought crossed my mind. “Bend me over your desk.”

Ransom smirked, both shocked and impressed by my request. “That how you like it, hm?” He licked his lips teasingly, running his spare hand down my bare thigh.

“I want you to fuck me really hard, Ransom.” I whispered innocently, looking up into his ocean blue eyes, unknowingly playing right into his deepest fantasies. He rubbed my clit so hard my body was moving with each circle of his thumb. “I want to feel your fingers around my throat.”

Ransom grunted in frustration, keeping eye contact with me as I spoke. Atta girl, tell me what you want.” He moved his hand from my thigh to his pants, skilfully undoing his the buckle of his leather belt.

Once he’d managed to unzip his trousers, Ransom shoved his hand down his pants, tugging his cock out to fuck it with his hand.

“I want to be naked when you fuck me.” I whispered against his lips seductively, moving my hands up to unbutton my blouse. “I want you to hurt me.”

Ransom groaned with his eyebrows furrowed, pumping his cock in his hand as his jaw went slack. Ransom’s hand stopped rubbing my clit and tugged on the soft material of my blouse, his eyes dropping to admire my boobs covered by a baby pink lacy bralette. 

“Fuck,” Ransom whispered huskily as I let my shirt pool around my elbows before dropping it to the ground. He suddenly grabbed my neck roughly, catching me by surprise as he tugged me toward his face. “You look so pretty for me, baby.” He groaned, resting his face in my neck as he leaves sloppy kisses on my skin.

I whimpered at the feeling of his hot lips on my body, wrapping my arms around his neck to bring him closer as I straddled him. I tilted my neck to give him more access, his hand squeezing around my throat softly.

Frustrated with my pussy still not being fucked with his cock, I decided to slide my hands down his chest before moving them back up underneath the thick material of his knitted sweater. I looked down, a satisfied smile on my lips as I ran my hand over his toned chest. “You’re so muscly.” I hummed sweetly, tracing my fingers over his abs.

Ransom stopped kissing my neck and let go of his cock for a moment, leaning back to lift his sweater over his head. He looked back at me as he smiled. “Don’t stare for too long, I don’t think I can wait much longer.”

I giggled softly, somehow a sweet moment shared in the middle of us fucking. I looked up into his blue eyes, shining brightly in the low glow of the office. My heart skipped a beat as he smiled back at me.

Without giving it a second thought I leaned in and pressed my lips against his, Immediately retreating after realising what I’d just done. “Shit, I’m sorry. I just got c-“

“It’s fine.” Ransom chuckled and cupped my cheek, pulling me back in for another kiss.

His lips were somehow soft and rough at the same time. Ransom’s breathing slowed as we kissed, his hand moving to my lower back to pull my body closer.

I whimpered softly as our bodies met, my clit rubbing against his cock. I parted my lips slowly, which gave Ransom the opportunity to deepen the kiss as I wrapped my arms back around his neck.

My boobs rubbed against his exposed chest as he slid his hand under my ridden up skirt, squeezing my ass cheek in his palm.

“You still want me to bend you over the desk?” Ransom whispered against my lips as I rolled my hips to connect with his cock again, wetting his tip in my arousal. “Or we could go back to mine and-“

“No,” I quickly jumped in, cupping his sharp jaw with my small hand as I looked helplessly into his eyes. “I want you to fuck me now, Ransom. I need you right now. Please.”

My other hand wasted no time moving between us as I take his big cock in my hand, tracing his length with my fingers as he gasped softly. “It’s okay, you’re okay, I’m right here.” Ransom groaned, licking his lips as he hooked his fingers into my drenched panties. 

I started pumping his cock in my hand as my panties hit the floor, desperately clenching around nothing as I waited in agony for his dick to be inside me.

“Fuck.” Ransom grunted as his jaw clenched, losing himself in the feeling of my hand jerking him off.

“You’re so big.” I hummed sweetly, looking down to where my hand was on him. Ransom’s hands moved up my bare back and skilfully unhooked my bra.

“Can you take it, baby? Hm?” Ransom growled in frustration as I squeezed my hand around him. My other hand gripped the flesh of his shoulder for balance, not taking my eyes off of his throbbing member. “Can that sweet little pussy take my cock?”

“Mmh.” I nodded my response and licked my lips, taking my hands off of him to let my bra drop to the floor.

A split second was all Ransom needed to stand up, yank me forward between him and the desk and press himself against my back. His fingers expertly slid my skirt down my thighs until it hit the ground, leaving me completely naked apart from my heels.

“Is this what you imagined?” Ransom whispered in my ear as his exposed chest pressed against my bare back, causing a shiver to ripple through my body. His arm hooked around my tummy as his fingers started rubbing my sensitive clit. “When you touched yourself at night. Is this what was running through that pretty little mind of yours?”

“Yes.” I gasped out a response, pressing my ass against his cock as the front of my thighs pressed against his wooden desk.

“Me too.” He admitted as he pushed me down to bend over his desk, his body staying flush against my back as he started rubbing hard circles on my clit.

“Oh fuck.” I cried softly as my face screwed up in pleasure, bucking my hips at the feeling of his fingers on my sensitive nub. His cock pushed its way between my ass cheeks, desperate to find its way into my aching pussy.

Ransom’s breathing hitched as the tip of his cock came into contact with my pussy lips. “So soft.” He whispered breathlessly, removing his hand from my clit as he stood up straight behind me. “So warm.”

I spread my legs a little more, eager for his big cock to fuck me. “Please Ransom.” I whimpered like a slut for him, parting my lips as I turned to look over my shoulder at him. “I need to feel your cock stretching out my tight little pussy.”

Ransom took hold of his cock, looking deep into my eyes as he lined himself up with my entrance before pushing himself deep inside.

I let out a loud cry, arching my back to push my ass closer to him as my head fell to the desk.

“Is this what you wanted, baby?” Ransom grunted, both hands on my hips as he pulls almost fully out before slamming back in to fill me. “You like the way it hurts when my cock stretches you out?”

With every thrust I started to get more desperate, already overstimulated by the attention his fingers. “Yes.” I whispered breathlessly.

Ransom’s hand suddenly grabbed at my hair, tugging my head back towards him roughly. I cried out, closing my eyes at the pleasure.

“Louder.” He growled, fucking into me quickly with sharp jolts of his hips. He wrapped my hair around his fist, pulling so hard that my torso rose from the table.

I moaned loudly as I rested my palms against the wood to try and balance myself as my pussy clenched around his thick cock. Sounds of us fucking filled the air as I felt myself coming to my high once more. 

“Fucking take it.” Ransom grunted aggressively, thrusting his hips with all his strength as he fucked me. “Take my cock like a good slut for me, baby.”

Daddy. Daddy was the one word that ran through my mind as he pounded into me. I’d heard people use the word before. I’d watched porn, I’d read smut where they used the word. But I’d never said it before, I’d never felt it before.

“Yes-“ I gasped softly to stop myself from saying it out loud, frightened of how Ransom would react. I didn’t want this to stop. It felt too good.

“Shit, I’m gunna cum.” Ransom moaned, taking his hand off of my hip as he tugged me up by my hair to rest my back against his chest.

“Ransom.” I moaned in response, his tip nudging against my g-spot with the new angle he was fucking me from. My legs started to shake as his fingers moved from my hair to wrap around my throat, squeezing with enough pressure to have me seeing stars.

“You gunna cum for me?” He growled from behind me, his balls slapping against my skin as he thrusted faster, chasing his high. “You gunna drench my cock with your cum?”

“Yes, Ransom, oh fu-“ I cried through choked breaths, wave after wave of orgasm hitting me as I frantically bucked my hips back against him.

Ransom grunted in my ear at the feeling of my pussy pulsing around him, his hand getting a little tighter around my throat to keep my head from falling forward.

“That’s it baby,” He soothes me through my orgasm, his voice a little sweeter than usual as I tried to recover. He continued thrusting mercilessly into me as his cock throbbed inside me. “That’s it.”

“Ransom,” I whimpered, turning my head to the side again as I felt my boobs bounce with every deep thrust of his cock. “I need your cum.”

“Yeah? You want my cum filling this sweet little pussy?” He moaned, clenching his jaw as tingles of pleasure rushed through his body. “You want to feel it flooding inside you?”

“Yes.” I cried out desperately, lifting my hand to hold onto his wrist as his fingers tightened around my throat, making it hard of me to breathe.

Ransom growled huskily as I felt his seed spilling into my wet hole. His fingers left marks on the side of my neck as he continued to thrust in and out, riding out his orgasm.

“Oh fuck.” He moaned euphorically, letting go of my throat before pushing my chest back down against the wooden desk.

I whimpered softly, feeling his cum filling my pussy as he rammed his cock deep inside me. His hands moved to my hips, pulling my ass back against him with more force as he stayed fully sheathed in my wetness.

“I’m still cumming.” He grunted, painting my walls with his cum as I started to fill it spilling out of me and running down the inside my thighs.

We both stayed there for a moment to steady our breathing before Ransom finally pulled out slowly. “Shit.” He whispered shakily as he admired the mix of our juices dripping out of my pussy.

Ransom took a step back, moving away to grab a few tissues from his coffee table. I stood up straight, turning around as he held one out to me as an offer.

Neither of us were in a rush to leave one another, but we didn’t know what else to do except get dressed.

We cleaned ourselves up and discarded the used tissues in the bin next to his desk. Ransom tucked his cock away as I shimmied my panties and skirt back up my weak legs.

We moved about in silence, the same silence as the first time we’d fucked. It was only once I’d finished buttoning my blouse back up and was trying to make my hair look presentable that he spoke.

“Come home with me, tonight.” Ransom’s eyes were focused on the back of my head as he re-buckled his belt.

I smoothed over my skirt, suddenly reminded of why I had it on in the first place. “I can’t.” I responded disappointedly, if it was any other night, I would’ve gone with him in a heartbeat. But I couldn’t cancel on Y/F/N with such little notice. She’d ask questions. Questions that I wouldn’t want to answer.

Ransom face dropped noticeably as I turned to face him. His eyebrow cocked in curiosity as he walked towards where I was, now leaning against his desk. “How come?”

“I- I’m..busy.” I managed to make the words escape my throat, intimidated as Ransom moved to stand right in front of me, pushing the sleeves of his cable knit jumper up to his elbows. I hated how turned on I felt at the sight.

“Busy?” He frowned curiously, eyes squinting as his fingers delicately traced over the exposed flesh of my thigh. I flinched at how he oozed dominance, trying to think of the right way to explain my evening plans but the silence seemed to tell all.

“Oh.” Ransom’s hand came to a sudden halt, leaving my leg feeling cold as his hand lifted off of my skin. His head dropped down to avoid my eyes, he now understood why I’d dressed different today. And his heart sunk as he realised it wasn’t for him.

“Come on Ransom,” I chuckled softly, trying to lighten the awkwardness and make him feel better as I adjusted myself to stand up straighter. Ransom coughed abruptly, turning his head to the side. “I’m sure one of your other girls would love to keep you company tonight.”

“Other girls?” Ransom’s head snapped back to me immediately with a deadly look on his face. His blue eyes stared deep into mine, making me nervous as I fidgeted slightly. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” His hands came to rest on his hips, his lips slightly parted in shock.

“Nothing, I-“

“So that’s what you think of me?” Ransom scoffed with a shake of his head, physically stepping away from me. “Just think I’m some kind of self-consumed womaniser who can’t keep his cock in his pants? Fuck me, it’s all over the media so it must be true. The disappointing heir of Harlan Thrombey who likes to enjoy himself, he must be off the fucking rails, unfit to run the family business. Do you think I just have a list of girls saved in my phone that I rotate through like some kind of fucking roulette wheel? Doesn’t matter if they have plans, or a boyfriend, I’m Hugh fucking Drysdale! I know they’ll come running so I use them just to dump my fucking cum into. God forbid I actually have a heart or life aspirations that don’t involve getting drunk, snorting coke or having a different girl in my bed every fucking night!” He was screaming his words by the end.

“No. Ransom, I didn’t mean-“ I tried to make him stop for a moment to explain what I meant. But he was so worked up. So heated, fury coursing through his body as his blood boiled from my accusation. 

Ransom ran one of his hands through his hair, his eyebrows deeply furrowed as I noticed his stomach expand with his heavy breaths.

“Ransom, please. I-“

“Just go.” He stepped further away from me as his face dropped sternly, clearing the path between me and the door.

I stood there, heartbroken at the thought of upsetting him, terrified of the fact that he was my boss. I’d never seen him this angry before. He had a point though. I didn’t know much about him apart from what I saw in the media. It was hard to ignore when they were constantly posting photos of him in compromising situations. Ransom was still new to the company, most of the time he’d been here he’d been stuck in his office attending conference calls with business partners or reviewing drafts. None of us knew much about Ransom personally. So we’d filled in the blanks with what the press told us he was.

“I said get the fuck out!” Ransom yelled in frustration, his muscles flexing as he picked up a glass from his desk, sending it smashing against the wall.

I flinched, terrified at the sudden sound, jolting upright and bolting toward the door without a moments hesitation.

I heard another crash from inside the room as the heavy wooden door shut behind me. My heart raced as I hurried my way through the reception area, thanking my lucky stars that everyone had already gone home for the day.

I stood by the lift, still in shock as I waited impatiently for the doors to open. I grabbed my phone from my purse, rolling my eyes as I remembered the double date that was about to take place. At least it would take my mind off of Ransom and the fact that I was probably going to get fired tomorrow. I should’ve just kept my mouth shut, I should never have let myself get involved with him. I knew I’d end up ruining it. It was too good to be true. 

Ransom sighed as he slumped down onto his leather office sofa after grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the liquor cabinet. He held his head in his hand, untwisting the cap off the bottle with his teeth before spitting it out carelessly. There was no need for a glass tonight, which was lucky for him, considering his favourite one was in a thousand pieces on the floor.

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We Both Know

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer Reid is a virgin. Which he is totally fine with! The problem? He still hasn't told his girlfriend, Y/N, for fear of being teased. When he tells her, her reaction is ... surprising, to say the least.

A/N: Season two Spencer. Season two team. Prepare your self for all-knowing Gideon. Fulfilling this request. for @gublergirls​. “~” indicates a POV shift.

tags: Dom/sub, unprotected sex, choking, first time, Virgin!Spencer

RATING: EXPLICIT

Words: 7,014

MASTERLIST

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Spencer Reid had never done anything remotely sexual before.

Okay, he’d kissed before. Once. In Highschool. On a dare. For half a second.

Okay … so he was pretty inexperienced. Which he didn’t mind at all! The one downside was he was now going steady with a wonderful, amazing girl who he was definitely falling head over heels for, and he had no idea how to tell her.

Luckily, they’d already been working together for about a year before they started dating, which made the shift to a relationship much easier. And them being together didn’t affect their job performance at all. For the most part…. So all Spencer had to do was avoid bringing up his … lack of experience, around her. Things were pretty good.

But things, in Spencer’s experience, had a way of turning sour.

“Hey, Spencer!” she found him standing outside of the elevator after work one Friday, standing up on her tiptoes and planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Y/N! We’re at work!” he muttered, glancing around as a light blush formed on his cheeks.

“Nobody’s here! It’s fineeee,” she whined, pulling off his glasses and bringing him down into a real kiss.

Woah. She’d never kissed him like this before. They’d only been dating for a couple of weeks now - though their relationship felt much older— and she’d pretty much only given him chaste kisses with very little tongue. 

Not because she didn’t want to! In fact, she had said multiple times that she did, but Reid wanted to take things slow and he’d expressed this to her once they’d started dating. She had told him she respected his boundaries no matter what and she was ready to wait for as long as he needed.

Clearly, though, she was starting to get a little impatient.

“Let’s go home,” she said quietly, pulling him into the elevator, Spencer staying silent the whole way back to her apartment.

He was trying to think of another excuse that was reasonable. She had told him over and over again that they could take things as slowly as he needed. But still, there were scary thoughts lurking deep in his mind that kept telling him to hold back, to keep distance between them.

If he told her he was a … if he told her he’d never had sex before, surely she’d make fun of him. That’s what everyone always did. Would she be any different?

“Spencer?” she took his hand as they entered, very carefully leading him back to her bedroom. 

“I, um … I have to finish some paperwork for-”

“Spencer,” she sat on the bed, slowly removing her blouse, revealing a dark red brassiere with a beautiful lace pattern. He unconsciously licked his lips. “I know you wanted to take things slowly, but … maybe we can try something … new tonight? If you want?”

She reached to the front of her bra where the clasp was, snapping it open and letting it fall down her shoulders, Spencer’s eyes feasting on her full breasts. 

His shock must have been very apparent on his face because she stood, slowly pulling down her work pants and moving to stand right in front of Spencer, her hands dancing down his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

“Is this okay?” she asked, watching him carefully. 

His eyes were blown wide and his mouth slightly open. The words froze in his throat, terrified to say anything.

But he hadn’t said yes, so she stopped, waiting for him to answer.

“Spencer?”

“I … I can’t, Y/N.”

“Okay. Can I ask why? You don’t have to answer.”

He backed away, feeling idiotic and ashamed. She’d never want to be with him once she knew….

“I’m…. I’ve never….”

A look of realization glanced over her face, sending a spark of sadness through Spencer’s heart.

“I should go. I’ll see you at work.”

“What?!”

She had reached out, grabbing his arm and holding him back. Spencer sighed.

“You want to end things between us, I understand.”

Surprisingly, she chuckled very softly, pulling him down to sit with her on the bed, sliding her blouse back on.

“Spencer, why would you think I … Do you really think I’d want to end things just because of that?”

“Well… yeah,” he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You deserve someone who knows what they’re doing. You deserve someone who can actually make you feel good. I’ve never…. I can’t-I can’t do that.”

“Oh, honey,” she tilted his face up to hers, smiled warmly, and planted a tender kiss right on his lips.

What was she doing? Why wasn’t she laughing and kicking him out? 

“Spencer, I don’t care that you’ve never had sex before. I mean, I kind of thought maybe, anyway. You can tell me this kind of stuff, I’m not going to judge you. But, I understand if you aren’t ready. Spencer, I’d wait years for you. And don’t you dare think for a second that you don’t make me feel good!”

The neurons in his brain were firing at a million miles a minute. She really didn’t care? She still wanted to be with him?

“Really?”

“Yeah!” her smile could power every lamp in Washington D.C. “Plus, it’s not like there’s either having sex or not having sex. There’s a lot of in-betweens I’d be happy to work with, if you wanted to, of course.”

“What-um-what do you mean ‘in-betweens’?”

“Well, um … there’s-there’s oral-” Spencer jumped slightly at the word, bouncing the bed, “Or we can just touch each other? There’s so much between kissing and actual penetrative sex. Maybe, tonight, we can just kiss for a while, and if you wanna take things further, let me know, okay?”

Spencer nodded, following her as she pulled him further up the bed so they were lying side by side.

“Can I kiss you?”

He nodded his head and the moment he did, she surged forward, their lips meeting yet again.

God, she tasted so good. Spencer could do this for hours and hours and not go any further. She was intoxicating and he was addicted.

However, his hands moved under her blouse of their own accord, gently sliding up her stomach and hovering over her breast.

“Can I. . . ?”

“Yes,” she whispered in his ear, the sound sending a shock down his body to his groin and he moved his hand to cup her, moaning into her mouth at the feeling.

Unconsciously, his hips jolted forward, making contact with the top of her thigh. A low grunt left his mouth between them and he thrust again, gently grinding against her.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes, baby,” she whispered, “Actually, just put … there,” she sighed as she adjusted so that his leg was between hers, now grinding up against her thin panties.

To Spencer’s surprise, and delight, she began moaning and writhing, pushing herself closer to him, throwing a leg around his hips and yanking him against her so their clothed crotches finally met. Simultaneously, they gasped, forming a steady pace of gently grinding against each other.

Emboldened by her sounds, Spencer dipped his head down to the crook of her neck and lightly kissed. At her insistence, he deepened the kisses, starting to suck on the skin, leaving little red patches behind as he went lower.

When he reached right where her stomach stopped, he looked up, asking for permission to continue. She simply nodded, lacing her fingers through his hair and pushing him lower. A plethora of curses and moans left her as he gently licked a stripe up over her panties, thighs tightening around his head.

“Fuck, Spencer,” she groaned, trying to pull him closer and closer with each swipe of his tongue. “Wait, you’ve gotta stop!”

He snapped away, terrified he’d done something wrong but was quickly met with her tongue meandering around his mouth, coaxing moans and gasps from him.

He gently pulled back and moved to the side of her.

“Did I hurt you?”

She laughed, not meanly, not teasingly, but warmly, like he’d said something endearing.

“No, baby. Actually, you made me feel really good. I, um, If you’d have kept going I’m not sure I would have been able to stop.”

“Oh… Well, um, we can-”

“Spencer,” she spoke sternly but with a wide smile on her face. “As much as I’d love to do some horrible, amazing things to you, I don’t think it’d be a good idea to do that tonight, okay?”

Clearly that was the right call, judging by the wave of relief that washed over him when she said it.

“Okay,” and they cuddled up to go to sleep, peacefully slipping into dreams of future possibilities.

~

Sure, you were surprised when he’d told you, but it wasn’t like you hadn’t seen it coming. Countless times on cases, he’d freeze up at the word sex, or opt for a more clinical descriptor such as coitus or intercourse. At first, you assumed it was just to do with his innocent nature. It made sense; he wasn’t the type to go bragging about various conquests after a late night.

But, surely, he must’ve done something before.

I mean, he was twenty-four. The statistics spoke for themselves; for god’s sake, Spencer probably had them memorized. 

And even stranger, the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. He’d been twelve when he’d graduated high-school. Went to college at fourteen. Probably never really had the opportunity to … befriend … people his own age.

Of course, he didn’t need to worry at all. You weren’t going to judge him one bit. In fact, you were ashamed to admit the prospect might have gotten you the tiniest bit excited. 

All the men you’d been with had done it before with countless women, including your very first time. The only serious boyfriend you’d had was the one you hadn’t gotten the chance to sleep with yet. Spencer.

The thing was, if he hadn’t told you, you probably wouldn’t have known. There wouldn’t be any reason to believe the way he’d touched you last weekend wasn’t the millionth time he’d done it. He had moved with such tenacity, such nimbleness. Though there was a sureness, a confidence that was missing from his movements. He wasn’t lying. He’d never had sex.

Actually, that wasn’t what he’d said. He said: I’ve never… and then trailed off. 

At work on Monday, as the elevator doors opened, you found yourself wondering to what extent that ‘never’ went.

“Hey, Y/L/N,” Morgan called from the bullpen, holding up a coffee and nodding his head. “It’s got your name on it.”

Thankful for the caffeine, you took the cup and gulped down as much as you could stand. The hot liquid went down your throat smoothly and produced a wonderful placebo effect of instant energy.

“Thanks, I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

Morgan slapped you on the back and said, “My woman! Who’s the lucky guy?”

Right. Neither you nor Spencer had told the team about the two of you yet. Hotch, of course, was aware, making sure you signed the necessary papers and had you assure him it wouldn’t affect your job performance were things to go south.

But the rest of the team was blissfully ignorant as to the true nature of your close relationship with the good doctor.

“It’s not like that, Morgan. A damn car alarm was going off until two a.m.”

At that moment, Reid walked in gulping down his own beverage, an extra one in his hand, dark circles under his own eyes which remained partially closed as he sat and yawned.

“Woah, looks like Pretty Boy, here, also had something keeping him up all night, though I’m hoping he got a little more action than a car alarm.”

Spencer and you exchanged a worried look. Because, in fact, he had also been kept up by a car alarm, the very same one you had. So he needed to think of another excuse before it became apparent that the two of you had very similar reasons for insomnia.

“No, sadly. Just a bit late because the bus was slow and the fatigue is due to noisy neighbors who were probably getting considerably more quote-unquote action than I. Prentiss,” he handed her the extra coffee cup which she took gratefully. “Got you a latte.”

Suddenly, you felt someone’s eye boring into you. Looking to your left, you saw Gideon looking at you strangely.

Shit. Reid didn’t take the bus anymore, a fact he’d let slip a couple of days ago, prompting lots of questions from Morgan. Surely the Gideon wouldn’t miss a detail like that, being the seasoned profile he was.

Luckily, J.J. was there to save the day.

“We’ve got a case.”

And you were off before Morgan could question why you were able to hear a car alarm from your seventh-floor apartment uptown.

~

Once in a while, the team got a pretty open and shut case. A rare unsub would come along who was sloppy and left enough clues to have you home within a couple of days.

This wasn’t one of those times.

Spencer, as always, was working hard on the geological profile, mapping out the areas where the unsub had been killing. Normally, the work would have come easy to him; he could work the case like he always did, narrowing it down to a science, a pattern, a formula.

Which would have been easy if not for the fact that his secret girlfriend and partner was wearing the lowest cut tanktop on the planet.

“Hey, can you hand me a pen?”

And as she spoke, he made the mistake of taking his eyes off the map, coming face to face with Y/N, her chest far too on display.

“Huh? Oh! Yeah,” he muttered, handing her the closest pen and gluing his eyes back down to the chart under the guise of inspecting the distance between crime scenes. 

“Spence, are you seeing this?”

He looked up again reluctantly, trying to prepare himself for the sight of her.

“Look at the victim’s shoes,” she pointed to the drawing board where the mangled corpses of the first four women.

“Red Adidas, converse all-stars, yellow sandals, and pink Gucci pumps. I don’t understand, those are all very different shoes.”

He turned to her and was surprised to find a shocked smile on her face.

“What?”

Smirking, she said, “Okay, you are explaining why you know so much about women’s shoes later but now,” she yanked the pictures of the shoes off of the board, placing them on the map and leaning over it, her cleavage so exposed Spencer could have looked straight down her top … if he was a creep, which he wasn’t. He wasn’t. He wasn’t!

“Spence! Look at this. Each of the shoes matches the crime scenes, right?”

“Sure, pumps outside a nightclub, Adidas on a hiking trail—”

“Right! But the thing is, they don’t match! The woman found outside the club was wearing sandals. The woman found on the hiking trail had on, guess what—”

“—pumps.”

“He’s switching their shoes!”

He smiled brightly at her, happy they’d finally got a new lead. Sadly, the tight red tank top drew his eyes towards the curve of her breast far too enticingly. He couldn’t stop himself from wondering what she’d look like splayed out underneath him, writhing like she had last weekend, begging him to fuck her. He wondered why that thought was so enticing. 

Oh god, she was looking at him.

“Nice solve, Doctor.”

He glanced away, warmth flooding his cheeks and busying himself with dialing Garcia’s number, quickly spouting off what they’d found and asking her to relay it to the team. When he turned back, Y/N was smirking at his, arms crossed, pressing her breasts together every so subtly.

“Hey, Spence?”

He gulped, struggling to maintain eye contact.

“Yeah?”

She stepped so closely to him, their lips almost touching and Spencer silently thanked the local cops for the private room. When she spoke, her breath ghosted over his neck and her whispers in his ear were enough to cause an uncomfortable growth in his trousers.

“Hand me a pen?”

Motherfucker.

~

You weren’t an idiot, you knew the effect the tight red top would have on Spencer. What you hadn’t expected, though, was how much he’d let it show.

Every now and then, you’d wear a slightly more … form-fitting … outfit for the sole purpose of messing with him. He’d never really shown much indication that he noticed before…. Until now.

He had ogled you like a teenage boy seeing cleavage for the first time. You swore he licked his lips twice the usual amount.

Had something changed? Was your top too low cut? Oh god, had you gone too far? But he didn’t seem to mind the teasing before. Something had changed.

Oh.

Oh!

“Fuck,” you muttered under your breath, Gideon shooting you a look from where he sat across from you. The plane was dead silent but for the soft whirring of the engine. Most of the team was asleep, Spencer included. You and Gideon were the only ones still awake.

“Sorry,” you muttered, attempting to hide your face in the book you’d been pretending to read.

Gideon didn’t respond but you could feel the intensity of his gaze from behind the hardcover. 

Setting your book down, you shot him a very accusing look, shrugging your shoulders.

“What?”

It was the most incriminating word you’d spoken to him in the past ten minutes. You could tell just from the way his eyes narrowed that he was putting two and two together, although you didn’t know what the twos were.

When he finally spoke, it was to say something you’d seen coming from a mile away, though that didn’t make it any less surprising.

“Reid doesn’t take the bus anymore.”

You glanced away, damning yourself even further.

“Oh, yeah, he mentioned that a few days ago. Why?”

For an FBI profiler, you were a shit liar. You knew it and Gideon knew you knew.

There was a very long silence where he simply analyzed you, not in an intrusive way, but as though he was a faraway observer who could read your smallest movements like they were words on a page. His whole birdwatching thing made so much more sense now that you were the one under his gaze.

Gideon was a man of little words, making the ones he chose to speak all the more impactful.

“He’s a gentle soul. Be careful.”

After a moment of floundering, the reality hit you that this wasn’t a man worth trying to fool. Gideon knew. And when Gideon knew, there was no trying to convince him otherwise.

~

The case had ended amicably, the unsub captured after the fifth casualty but before he could kill the sixth. There was a strange sense of relief, pride, and guilt coursing through Spencer on the way back home.

Falling asleep on the jet helped, but only temporarily. The moment he got home, he jumped in the shower, hoping to wash away any memory of the horrible murders he saw on a daily basis.

The water pressure at Y/N’s place was heavenly. He hoped she didn’t think he just stayed the night so often because of that. Although, her apartment was much nicer than his. She was so nice to let him crash whenever he wanted, and he was always happy to return the favor.

He wondered what other favors she’d return. About this same time last week, he had his head buried between her thighs, licking up her—

Fuck. Now he was hard and he couldn’t bring himself to masturbate in her shower. The irony was too much, even for him. So, like a very sexually repressed gentleman, he turned off the shower and dried himself off, wrapping the towel around his waist and stepping out into her bedroom.

He really should have jerked off.

Because Y/N was sitting on the far side of the bed, letting her hair fall loose from the bun it had been in for the past few days, kicking off her shoes, and slowly pulling the tight red tank top up and off of her torso, revealing an equally red lace bralette.

He really should have jerked off.

She turned toward him, a smile lighting up her face at his appearance.

“Hey, Spencer. You okay? You look a little … red.” She narrowed her eyes and the word and puffed out her chest ever so slightly. A less experienced profiler may have missed it.

Finally realizing he hadn’t answered her, he grunted, “Yep. I’m okey-dokey. A hundred percent. I’m great!”

He cringed, knowing she’d pick up on the overcompensation.

She, being the awesome profiler and friend she was, did.

“C’mere,” she pat the space on the bed next to her, and Spencer was drawn to it like a magnet. He was a bit worried about the lack of clothes shared between them and the fact that he was sporting a rather persistent half-chub, well hidden under the fluffy white towel. Y/N had the best towels.

“What’s up, Spence?”

She was so perfect. Not perfect as in like, no flaws. But perfect as in, if her flaws could be personified, Spencer would hug and caress each and every one of them. To him, she was a treasure. She was perfectly imperfect.

“I’m okay, really, just … got a lot on my mind.”

She broke eye-contact at that, making Spencer start to think that she understood how he was feeling a lot better than he’d assumed.

“What about you? Are you … okay?”

“Yes. Yeah, I am. Just thinking about something Gideon … well, it wasn’t quite said, you know?”

Spencer chuckled. He knew all too well how a simple look from their mentor could speak volumes.

“Yeah, I know, but … it seems like there’s something more to it?”

She sighed, laying back and resting against the overstuffed pillows, staring up at the popcorn ceiling. Uh oh. Usually, she only did that when she was really troubled.

“Spencer, I need to tell you something. I feel awful because I’m not sure if you’re ready to hear it and I don’t even know if it’s ready to be said. God knows how the hell I’ve waited this long. I’m sorry if this is too much but …”

He froze, heartbeat quickening, and preparing himself for the inevitable bad news-slash-heartbreak. Y/N sat up and stared at him intensely, sending a jolt through him.

“... I love you, Spencer.”

~

You weren’t sure exactly how he’d take it, but this is pretty much what you’d imagined.

“W-what?”

“Spencer….” you took his hand, lightly stroking the back of it and trying not to pull away at his tension. “I love you.”

Before you could go into a long rant about your feelings, his lips were on yours, followed soon by his body, pinning you down and kissing you with a passion you’d never felt from him before.

But he was off of you just as quick as he’d come, a terrified expression on his face.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

You pulled him back towards you to shut him up, shoving your tongue in his mouth, impatiently deepening the kiss. This time, he didn’t hesitate to let his hands roam your body, lightly trailing up your sides causing you to gasp breathily.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No,” you chuckled softly, “although,” you gently moved his hands down his bare torso, resting on the top of the towel, “you can if you want to.”

His eyes widened and you reached around your back to unclasp your bra, tossing it to the abyss next to the bed.

“W-what?”

“I saw the way you looked at me this week.”

Spencer twitched, breaking eye contact but staying close, unsure of what to say.

“How-how was I looking at you?”

His eyes were glazed over and you could feel his hardness against your thigh, pressing against you with only the towel between you.

“Like you wanted me,” you whispered into his ear, moving a hand under the towel and snaking around his length, slowly moving it back and forth. It was the first time you’d touched him there. At the movement, he dropped his head into the crook of your shoulder, cursing lightly.

You wanted to keep going so badly. You wanted to yank the towel off, flip him over and show him how you could make him feel. But you didn’t want to put any pressure whatsoever onto him. 

“Listen, Spencer, I meant what I said, okay? We never have to do anything you aren’t a hundred percent sure that you wanna do. We can stop right here if you want. But….” You gently shifted underneath him, slowly sliding your panties down your legs, moving Spencer’s hand to rest right above your entrance. There was a sharp intake of breath above you and you looked up to see his eyes the size of the moon.

“If you want to do this,” you leaned in, gently nibbling his earlobe and whispering as quietly as you could, “I need you to fuck me right now.”

~

All resolve left in Spencer left him the moment the words escaped her perfectly full lips. His hands flew to hers, lifting them up above her head and pinning them there, delighting in the grunt that left her as their mouths collided yet again. This time, however, Spencer did not pull back.

“Fuck, Spencer!” she yelped, hands running through his hair, pulling him tight against her. 

When he finally ran out of breath, he pulled back, leaving just enough space between them to say, “I want to. I’m-I’m ready.”

Her eyes shone with the love she’d declared moment earlier and Spencer’s heart swelled.  

“Are you sure?”

Of course she wanted to make sure. She was only the best girlfriend ever. And that’s why Spencer knew he wanted to share himself with her. Spencer wanted her to know how special she was to him. He wanted to feel how special he was to her.

“I’m sure.” Then, not sure what had come over him, he leaned into her ear, voice dropping an octave, and muttered, “I’m ready to fuck you.”

He could have sworn he heard her growl under her breath as she shot right back, “Do it then. Doctor.”

God, something about that title got to him like nothing else. The implied authority that came with it was just too delicious when it rolled off her tongue.

Emboldened by the honorary, he quickly kissed a trail down her chest to her stomach, lightly stroking his tongue everywhere but where she wanted it. 

“Mmf—Spencer…. Pleeease!”

His hand snapped over her mouth and she gasped at the sudden silence.

Okay, trust in the fact that Spencer had nooooo idea where what he said next came from.

“You want me to fuck you so bad? Huh? You think begging for it like a cheap fucking whore will make me wanna fuck you? You only get fucked when I say so. Understand me?”

Whatever she said was muffled under his hand which he kindly removed.

“What was that?”

“Yes,” she breathed, hands still where they had been pinned down, staying there only of her own accord. Beautiful. 

Reaching one hand up to her breast to lightly play with her nipple, the other went low, gently circling the area around her clit.

“Yes, what?” he said with the most authority in his tone that he could muster.

For a moment it seemed she wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but when it hit her, Spencer swore he saw her … you know … twitch.

“Yes, Sir,” she said with a filthy moan, finally moving her hands into his hair, pulling toward her center, begging him to do something— anything.

And, oh, boy did he oblige.

Now, Spencer had never really been anywhere near a woman’s … parts … before. But! He’d read up on this subject plenty in the recent weeks in preparation. In theory, he knew just what to do. In practice ….

“FUCK! Yes, Oh my goooddddd, Spencerrrrr!”

Well, he must’ve been doing something right.

~

Holy motherfucking jesus fucking fucking christ!

How the fuck was he doing this?

Jolts of pleasure burst through your body with each stroke of his tongue against your clit. Before you could enjoy the small circles he was rubbing there for too long, he slipped a finger inside of you, lightly curling it upward and thrusting in and out, searching for the spot to drive you wild.

Again, how the fuck was he doing this?

The only possible explanation was that he’s secretly had sex a million and ten times, becoming so aware of what exactly drove a woman crazy that he knew exactly how to move between your legs.

But this was Spencer. He didn’t lie to you. So all of … this … was coming naturally to him.

And soon, you’d be too. 

“Ah! Spencer, w-where is this c-coming from?”

His lips left you, pulling back just enough to give you a dazzling smile, his chin glistening gloriously.

“I’ve read over ten thousand pages of articles on pleasing a woman in the past week. Studies show that small circular motions of the tongue on the clitoris combined with one or two—”

“Spencer,” you panted, tightly grasping the wrist that was inches from your core, “I love you so much but if you don’t shut up right now—”

“—Hey, you asked.”

And he dove back down, continuing his ministrations, bringing you closer and closer to the brink of pure ecstasy. His tongue was flicking so quickly that you swore you saw stars. Every three or so seconds, a low moan left your throat, along with several curses and deep breaths.

The tension in your stomach was tightening, signifying the oncoming orgasm that was soon to come.

But all too quickly, and all too suddenly, Spencer withdrew, bringing his head back up to kiss you deeply, running his tongue along your lips and moaning onto your mouth as he continued to pump his fingers into you.

“You like this? You like feeling my fingers filling you up?”

“Yes,” you squeaked out, nails dragging down his back as you hoped and prayed he’d give you more. “Yes, please, Spencer….”

A sharp yank of your hair made your head fall back against the pillow, Spencer forcing you to meet his eyes. They were so dark. There was such desire behind them like you’d never seen from him before.

“Yes, what? Huh? Say it.”

You didn’t even need to think about what you were saying; the words sprang from your mouth with no effort at all, attempting any buzzwords that would set him off.

“I want you to fuck me, Spencer. I want to feel you fill me up and fuck me like I’m your little whore. I want you to hold me down while you do it, make me yours. I wanna be yours.”

He grunted, absentmindedly thrusting against your thigh as he listened to your words. When he spoke, you expected him to speak with the same commanding tone he’d been using, but were surprised to hear the familiar soft voice of your boyfriend.

“Hey,” he met your eyes, slightly frowning, “Is this okay? I mean … do you really want that?”

You didn’t even need to attempt to give him a reassuring smile; one came naturally.

“Of course, Spence. I want you. I’ll always want you.” Then, at his hesitation: “Do you want to take things slower? We can take a step back, just say the word.”

You placed your hand on his cheek, softly bringing his mind back to the present moment from where it had no doubt been drifting in waves of worry.

“I’m ready. I am ready. I want you,” he said, so gently, so sweetly that you knew with all of your being that he meant it.

More importantly, you know what else he meant. He wasn’t ready to say it yet, and you were fine with that. Besides, he probably knew that you knew. And if you both knew, why would he need to say it?

“Okay. Let’s go slow, okay?”

He nodded, eyes widening to the size of dinner plates. It must’ve finally dawned on him that this was really happening.

“Now, I got tested a few weeks ago and everything came back negative. I’m on hormonal birth control and have been for a while now. There are condoms in the drawer there, but it’s totally up to you. I’m comfortable with whatever you are.”

You could see the gears in his mind turning. In true Spencer Reid fashion, he was weighing the risks and rewards. You expected him to want to use a condom, which was totally fine and made sense with how responsible he was. But you selfishly wanted to know what he felt like skin to skin inside of you.

Which is why it was such a surprise when he said—

“Let’s do it without.”

“Wait, really?”

He nodded, drawing small patterns on your stomach absentmindedly with one hand, the other stroking your hair.

“We’re both clean, little to no pregnancy risk. Plus I … I’d like to know how … um.”

“How it feels?” you offered.

He sighed, relieved to not have to say it.

“Yeah. Is that okay?”

“Yes! Yes, Spencer. That’s kind of what I was hoping you’d say.”

“Really?”

You nodded this time, bringing him in for a soft kiss, keeping it rather chaste as you slowly slipped a hand down, guiding his member to your entrance, delighting in the gasp he let slip as you positioned him.

Slowly, keeping your mouth against his, you used his cock to gently spread you open, pressing the head just against your core. Above you, he was practically vibrating with the effort of holding back.

“Ready?”

“Ready,” he whispered through gritted teeth.

Hooking your legs around his back, you withdrew your hand and clenched your legs, slowly pulling him into you.

Both of you moaned simultaneously at the feeling, Spencer’s face falling into an open expression of pure ecstasy.

“Oh my god,” he groaned once he was completely sheathed within you. The feeling of him, bare, inside of you was so much to comprehend. You could tell he was probably thinking the same thing. Actually, it looked like all his effort was going into staying still, waiting for you to get accustomed to his size.

You’d told him that you’d never been with someone who was nearly as … well-endowed as he. He must have really taken those words to heart.

“Can I-can I move now?” he muttered, clearly straining to stay still.

“Yes.”

The moment you said it, he pulled back, grunting in your ear at the feeling and slowly slid back in, gasping when he bottomed out.

“Oh god, Y/N….”

“Please, Spencer.” You yanked him back by the hair so he could see your eyes, see how seriously you meant what you were about to say. “Fuck me.”

One of the many things you loved about Spencer: he always listened to you. Sometimes, to a fault.

Because the instant you asked, he delivered, pounding into you so hard that stars exploded in your eyes with each thrust. His hands dug so hard into your legs you were sure they’d leave bruises. With each thrust, his hipbones made sharp contact with your inner thighs and you grunted at the pain.

He started to hesitate, clearly clocking the pained expression on your face.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No! Please— oh god— don’t fucking stop, Spencer.”

His hands were everywhere all at once, pulling your hair, grasping your neck, your chest, your legs. Every time he pulled out of you, he would hesitate for a half-second, just enough to make you think he was done, then he’d fuck back into you, driving you further up the bed with each thrust.

You would have been moaning louder if you weren’t so scared of missing a single word he was saying.

“Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good. It’s really-it’s really tight.”

Laughing breathily in his ear, you said, “Yeah, well. That happens when it’s been a while.” Small moans broke through as he increased pace, hands slipping around your waist, pulling you down roughly onto him with each thrust. Your hips bumped together roughly every time, connecting painfully, wonderfully.

“Oh yeah?” Spencer lifted one of your legs up over his shoulder, driving much deeper now.  “Maybe your tight little cunt just isn’t used to getting fucked properly. Tell me, did the guys you were with before fuck you like this?”

Not able to bring yourself to speak, he pulled out completely and placed a solid hand around your throat, barely cutting off the circulation.

“Answer me, now!”

“No! Uhn— Spencer…. No, I’ve never been fucked like this. You’re so … mmm…. so big!”

He reentered you sharply at the last word, continuing the hard pounding only this time, moving a hand to roughly circle your clit unrelentingly.

“Fuck!”

His other hand was digging into your ass and his thrusts were starting to falter.

“Y/N … I’m not sure how much … how much longer I can …”

So lost in the pure bliss he was giving you, you barely were able to process what he’d said. When you did, you made sure to reassure him.

“Do it, come with me.”

“Fuck, Y/N. I-I lo—”

You placed a finger on his mouth, such a gentle gesture compared to the way he was pounding into you below that his eyes snapped open, locking with yours.

All you did was smile at him, an expression filled with as much energy as you could spare right now. A slight nod told him all he needed to know and he let out a sigh of relief. He didn’t need to say it right now. You knew and he knew, anyway.

He stroked you twice more before you burst, suddenly so overwhelmed by the feeling of him inside you as your insides clenched around him. He felt so much bigger as you came and after a few more thrusts, you felt a warm sensation fill you up as he yelped softly above you.

You both came down from the high so slowly, eyes locked and breathing heavily.

Surprisingly, he didn’t collapse onto you as had happened with so many other men. He was using all his remaining strength to stay perfectly still above you, staring into your eyes with a shocked expression on his face. 

Finally, he shook out of it, pupils contracting and gently pulling out, both of you groaning at the feeling.

Laying down next to you, it was a full minute before either of you spoke.

“Wow.”

“Hah. Yeah.”

You turned to him and he did the same, an adorable smile gracing his face.

“So? How was it? Everything you expected?”

He sighed heavily, closing his eyes momentarily before answering.

“Words aren’t usually lost on me. I always seem to know what to say even in the most ineffable of times. That…. That was indescribable.”

You weren’t sure how much more praise you could take; your heart was already so full and the more he filled it, the more you felt like you were about to burst.

“You can say that again. I must say I’m rather ... surprised. No offense! I promise! But, well, for a virgin you sure as hell don’t fuck like one.”

He smiled doofily, placing a hand on your cheek and stroking the skin under your eye, his expression shifting to one of worry.

“You’re crying….”

You pulled away, quickly wiping your eyes.

“Sorry…. That… that happens sometimes.”

“Hey,” he pulled you back to him, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Don’t ever apologize. It actually means that there are very strong feelings between us. In fact, it’s referred to as postcoital dysphoria and is normally caused by a particularly powerful orgasm. It’s a way of your body releasing the pent up feelings.”

Spencer Reid somehow found a way to be adorable while talking scientifically about orgasms and crying. What the hell did you do to deserve this man? You loved him so much and you’d spend the rest of your life proving it to him without hesitation. He didn’t even need to say it back.

But, as always, Spencer couldn’t seem to stop surprising you.

“Y/N … I love you.”

The tears came quicker now and soft sobs left your chest. He pulled you against him, you tucking your head under his chin and smiling at the speed his arms found their way around you.

“I know,” you muttered into his chest, feeling him smile above you.

“We just had sex, I told you I loved you, and you’re quoting Star Wars?”

You pulled back to beam up at him.

“Is that not the reason you love me?”

He smiled down at you, his nose scrunching up ever so slightly as it always did when he was happy.

“One of the many. Another very new one being added to the memory banks after tonight,” he grinned, tapping the side of his head.

“Oh yeah? You love me ‘cause of the way I let you fuck me like a little whore?” you muttered in a low voice, wiggling your eyebrows as his face fell.

“Y-yeah….” he was breathless again, watching you intently.

Leaning in to whisper in his ear, you said the very thing you knew that he knew he wanted you to.

“Wanna do it again?”

“Oh fuck yes.”

And he climbed back on top of you, attaching his lips to yours and kissing you with a whole new passion.

Because he loved you and you loved him. And you both knew it. And that made it all worth it.

~

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Shitty Birthdays and Little Stars | Jason Todd

✦ pairing — Jason Todd x gender neutral!Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 1.9k

✦ summary — a stranger makes your shitty birthday better – maybe even more than just your birthday.

✦ request — Can I have a smutty prompt 11 with Jason Todd, please?

✶ S11 - “If you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

✦ warnings — angst, mentions and usage of alcohol, language, reader has a vagina, mild smut, fluff.

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Sean, the bartender’s shadow loomed over you as he stood in front of you. Sniffing, you looked up at his still frame.

“It’s too early to close my tab,” you reminded him defensively, “I just got here.”

Chuckling, he shook his head and placed a glass identical to the half-empty one in your hands.

“What’s that?”

He lifted his eyebrows, deviating his gaze to your left. Your eyes fell on a dark-haired man, a little mysterious looking, clearly stupidly tall, deep pretty eyes and all...

Why did he have to appear today precisely?

“Shit, he’s hot.”

“Go,” Sean encouraged you.

“No!” you said between your teeth, eyes still on the handsome stranger. “I’ve been crying the entire day.”

“Oh, I know. Everybody can tell, even him, yet he sent that drink.”

Your head snapped to where the bartender was standing. You glared. “Sean, do you even know wh—“

A gruff voice next to you interrupted you. “Can I sit?”

The effect that voice had on you must’ve been clear on your face because Sean snorted and walked away.

You nodded your head. “Of course.”

“I’m Jason,” he introduced himself as he sat down next to you, twisting on the stool to face you.

You gave him your name and immediately felt the need to explain yourself under his gaze. “I’m flattered,” you assured him. “But I’m in a shitty mood and I wouldn’t want to ruin your evening.”

“What happened?”

“Let’s go with a ghost from the past.”

“Metaphorical, I hope.”

You tilted your head. “So you believe in ghosts? Like actual ghosts?”

Jason considered the question for a few seconds. “Can’t say I do, can’t say they absolutely don’t exist.”

You hummed. “It’s just been a shitty day.”

“We all have those. Some have shitty years even.”

“You know Sean, right?” You nodded your head upward in direction toward the other end of the bar. Jason nodded. “Well, today is my birthday and the only person who remembered was him.”

“Happy birthday.”

You could tell that he meant it which wasn’t making things better. Or easier. “Thanks.”

“So a shitty birthday brought you to a bar?”

“Yeah. Long story short.”

“I have time.”

“You really want me to ruin your evening, don’t you?”

He shrugged, almost sheepishly. “Got somebody else’s evening to ruin?”

Finishing the half-empty drink, you sighed. “My two best friends live in another state and they were supposed to be here yesterday but they’re too busy which I completely understand. And my dad is out of town visiting my half-sister whom I hate — that one I don’t understand so much, but I guess she’s his daughter too.” You grimaced as the words left your mouth. “You wanna hear the worst part?”

“I’m all ears.”

“I was in the parking lot of the supermarket, trying not to cry because apart from the shitty birthday thing, I fucking hate doing groceries on the weekend.” You moved your hands as you spoke. “Somebody taps on my window and it’s my asshole ex-boyfriend. I roll the window down, and what’s the first thing he does?”

Jason tapped on the bar as he guessed, “He wishes you a happy birthday.”

“Yes! It’s fucking infuriating! And now I’m here like a damn idiot telling you all about it when your intentions were clearly different.”

“It���s okay,” he tried to assure you, softly.

“No, it’s not! I should be getting laid right now, not telling you about this.”

He couldn’t help but smile, a little nervously. “I— I mean, that can still happen...”

“Yeah?” your voice dropped. You were nervous, too.

He leaned in, eyes on your mouth as he tilted his head. Jason licked his lips before answering. “Yeah.”

You let out a shaky breath and then wished you hadn’t opened your mouth as you sniffed again. “I should wash my face first...”

He bit down his bottom lip. “Take your time.”

You giddily walked into the bathroom, and as quickly as you had walked in you did out. For whatever reason, Jason waited for you.

He even smiled as you walked back toward him, finishing his tall glass just as you stood in front of him.

“I’m sure you were trying to be all smooth and I ruined it.”

“I was about to thank you. I’m a little sleep-deprived and thankfully you skipped the small talk.“

You giggled, resting your hands on his cheeks. “You’re a breath of fresh air.”

He placed his hand on the back of your head, softly smiling at you. “Likewise. Uh... may I kiss you now?”

You caressed his cheeks, tracing his facial structure. “Yeah, sorry.”

Instead of repeating that it was okay, Jason closed the gap between your mouths. You felt as though you were melting as his lips tentatively caressed yours.

His kiss tasted sweet with a lingering acidic tone. You weren’t sure as to what he had been drinking, but the taste only made you kiss him harder.

His free arm circled your middle as he opened his legs to bring you closer. Standing between his legs, you slid a hand to the back of his head and nipped on his bottom lip.

As your lips molded together and the two of you grew more comfortable, you let him pry your mouth open.

Soon, he was slamming you against his bedroom wall, devouring your lips as his hands wandered up and down your sides.

He made you whine as his grip on you tightened which only prompted him to kiss you harder and in response, you moaned.

On your lips, he panted, “If you keep making those sounds I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”

“Who said I wanted you to stop?”

You almost tripped with your own jacket as he walked you towards the bed. Jason picked the item and threw it to the other side of the room where his own had landed earlier.

Hovering over you, he went directly to kiss your neck. You didn’t know how he did it, but he found the perfect spot in seconds, making you whimper.

He hummed, pleased to know you were enjoying yourself. His fingers traced the space between your waist and hip, waiting for your permission to slide your t-shirt up.

You really wished you were wearing a matching pair of underwear and not a sports bra and a pair of white panties with colorful stars.

Knowing it was unavoidable, you placed your hands on his chest so he would kneel on the bed. He allowed you to sit up, watching you as you gripped the ends of your t-shirt and took it off.

He left a trail of kisses down your stomach, hands tracing your thighs. Tugging on a loop of your jeans, he asked for permission to take them off which you granted him.

As the button popped open and the zipper was lowered, you waited for a comment about your underwear that never came.

He made you lift your hips so he could discard the denim, eyes lingering on your crotch.

“Don’t laugh.”

Clearly amused, he said, “The little stars are cute.” Impatient, he pulled your panties down, dragging them down your legs and dropping them onto the floor.

You didn’t expect him to bury his face between your legs, hands drawing patterns over your hips and thighs as he feasted on you.

Panting as you recovered your breath, you followed his now naked form as he laid on the bed just next to you. After getting rid of your sports bra, you crawled towards him. His eyes mapped your every moment, and he licked his lips. With a ragged breath, he brought you over him.

Groping the back of your thighs, Jason searched for your mouth. His tongue shoved past your now bruised lips, pressing against yours.

Whimpering on his mouth as you felt his girth against your slit, you intentionally rolled your hips against his.

He stretched his arm and reached for a condom. You kneeled between his legs, watching his movements as he rolled the condom down his cock.

Gripping your waist, he pulled you onto his lap again. “Ride me,” he breathed out.

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The wail of your cellphone startled you awake. You were so comfortable that you let it ring, but whoever wanted to reach you insisted.

Grabbing for the phone, you sleepily hummed as you answered.

“Where are you?”

Your eyes widened as you heard your dad’s voice. Leaving the bed as silently as possible, you held the phone to your ear between your neck and your cheek while you slid your panties on.

“One second,” you whispered into the phone and placed it onto the bed in order to throw your t-shirt on.

Snatching the device, you slowly opened the door and walked toward Jason’s living room. “I’m not at my place right now,” you rasped.

“Oh, I know,” your dad mocked you. “I waited outside for half an hour.”

“I didn’t know you would be back so soon,” you defended yourself. Tilting your head, you made sure that Jason was still asleep. “Are you still there?”

Your dad snorted. “Of course not.” He then repeated his question, “Where are you?”

You saw Jason stir awake, rubbing an eye with his fist. As he turned to the side and observed the empty bed, you breathed in shakily. “With a friend.”

Your dad’s grunt was enough for you to understand that he didn’t believe you. He didn’t press on the subject anymore, though, he never did. “Let’s get dinner. It’s on me.”

“Yeah, yeah. That sounds good. Where?”

Jason approached you just as your dad gave you the specifics. He watched you with curiosity, both hands in his hair as he fixed his bed hair.

The line clicked on the other end and you immediately acknowledged Jason. “Sorry if I woke you up.”

“Are—“ He cleared his throat. “Are you leaving already?”

You fiddled with your phone as it laid between your hands. “Should I?”

Jason quickly answered, “No! I just thought...” He shook his head. “It’s stupid.”

“You can tell me.”

“I thought you had left without saying goodbye.”

You didn’t know what to say, you weren’t even sure if you would’ve said goodbye had he not waken up. There was something in his eyes that almost made you feel guilty, but you weren’t able to decipher what it was because he spoke again.

“Well, that and I, uh, last night I thought that this would be, uh, more than... you know, a one-time thing.” Seeing your surprised semblance, Jason cursed, “Fuck. I made it awkward, didn’t I?”

“No, no!” Putting your cellphone down onto the coffee table, you stepped closer to him. “Please, Jason, don’t worry. I just wasn’t expecting that.”

He gazed at you, waiting for a clear answer.

This was crazy, and it excited you after so many months in which you tried to find someone willing to at least try to stay.

“You made it better.” You slanted your head. “Easier.”

Hesitantly, he opened his arms. Surely, you snaked your arms around his waist. He wrapped his arms over your hips.

The two of you allowed silence to settle between you, to turn comfortable. And then made peace with it, you made peace with Jason’s breath and he made peace with your mindless swaying.

He traced the edge of your panties, huffing a laugh when you bashfully shook your head. “They’re still cute, I promise.”

“You sure are something.”

“A good something, I hope?”

Afraid of ruining the moment with your morning breath, you opted for kissing his cheek. His lips could wait. “An amazing something, I would say.”

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Horse info 101

A horse girl’s guide to the basics for fic writing with an important and lively horse involved:

This got kinda long I’m kinda sorry but not at all lol 

There's three basic gaits (speeds with different patterns of hoof-fall/leg movements

Walking is the slowest and is a four beat gait, meaning each foot hits the ground at a different time. Usually the same pace as a walking human when the horse is calm. Some breeds can walk HELLA fast though. Most horses will fill the same spot/hole where their front hoof was with their back hoof on the same side. If they overstep they clip their fetlock (joint lookin bit above the hoof) or pastern (bit between the hoof and fetlock) and can injure themselves. 

Now trotting. The middle gait, a person can jog next to a trot at a comfortable pace but if you push them a little horses can trot faster than your average HS track endurance athlete. Once again some breeds can trot HELLA fast. This is a two beat gait in that two diagonally opposite legs are moving in unison. In some english saddles (I’ll get into that later if we have class time) it’s easier to post while the horse is trotting rather than sit for the gait. That just means you stand up in the irons (stirrups on an english saddle, we’ll also cover that later) at the same time that one of the front legs moves forward. 

Also, see how the trotting horse’s head looks? That’s how they travel when they’re relaxed and attentive. The tucked head thing you see Roach doing is because there’s tension on the reigns and Henry learned to ride for an english seat not a western pleasure seat (might get into those but they’re really not important)

Time for the Canter/Lope. This is a three beat gait so that means two legs are moving in unison and the other two are not. Horses canter/lope fast. This is the go-time gait. Some performance/dressage horses are trained to canter extremely slow but if we’re talking transportation trained horses they’re not gonna be that kind of slow. Your average human is not gonna be able to keep up with this for long if at all. This varies in speed too. There's a rather casual canter seen in the gif directly below, then below that is the balls to the wall canter/lope that most horse people just refer to as a run. That’s as fast as they can go.

Basic tack names

Halter + Lead/Lead Rope - these can be made of rope, leather, nylon (more modern) but the halter is generally used for leading and tying.

Bridle - this is the one that you use while you ride, it holds the bit in their mouth. There’s millions of different types of bridles but they’re usually made out of leather even now. sometimes you get rope/nylon ones but I don’t trust them.

Reins - connect to the bit and you use them to steer and control speed. Horses trained in western or one handed riding will ‘neck rein’ which means if you move your hand to the right and the left rein brushes their neck they will move to the right.

Bit - the metal piece in the horses mouth. most english riding bits are broken (joint in the middle) and most western ones are solid. there’s a gap behind the horse’s front teeth and that’s where the metal sits. Some horses have smaller mouths than others and do better with solid bits because the ‘broken’ ones will hit the top of their mouth and hurt. There’s also things called ‘shanks’ on some bits which are just longer pieces of metal that attach to the sides of the pieces in their mouth and point downward. This gives the rider more leverage and makes any tug on the reins stronger. (google “Horse bit shank” if this doesn’t make sense)

Saddle - you sit in it. simple right? wrong. There’s two main types of saddles, Western - with the horn like you see in the running gif, and English- the loping gif without the horn. The saddles used in the Witcher look like the pre-english saddle versions but the basic parts you need to know are the same. The part where you ass goes? that’s the seat. the part right in front of your crotch? That’s the pomel. that’s your ‘oh shit handle’ if anything goes screwy (other than the mane). The part that sticks up and keeps your ass in place? That’s the cantle. I like western saddles SO MUCH MORE but i also grew up mainly riding western so im biased. 

Stirrups/Irons - stirrups and irons are where your feet go. In western saddles they’re called stirrups and they’ve got wider decorative leather flaps (called fenders, also originally added to protect trousers/legs from the horse sweat and the buckles of the cinch) and on english saddles they’re called irons because they are usually made of iron and rather slim. Geralt’s irons look pretty similar to modern ones, slim leather straps, minimal iron (or steel or any other strong metal really). Traditional english riders have knee high boots like you see in regency costumes which removes the need for the fenders like on western saddles. 

Cinch/girth - this is what keeps the saddles on. You take a strap and attach it to one side of the saddle, run it under the belly right behind their front legs and attach it to the other side. Its usually made of a strong fabric with wool or some kind of softer lining for western riding. English riding uses a leather one most of the time though this horse girl hates them because they’re harder to cinch up. English saddles use buckles while Western saddles use another leather strap to run through the chinch/girth buckle and you either tie it off or use it like a belt. 

Chest strap - this keeps the saddle from sliding backwards. It’s attached to both sides of the saddle by buckles and between the front legs its attached to the cinch/girth. this is pretty universal but not always used. Geralt uses one though. 

Saddle pad - goes under the saddle to protect the baby’s back and whithers (spot where the neck meets the back and the mane ends)

Tacking up and untacking takes time. This is usually 5-10 minutes when done at a leisure pace and done right.

Basic grooming

Brush down before tacking up - you don’t want stuff chaffing the pony while you ride

brush after untacking- helps clear skin of irritants and feels nice

Shedding scraper/curry comb to get rid of shedding hair - if you want a pic of these just google them I think I’m close to the pic limit for my post. 

HOOF PICK - keep the baby's feet clean and clear if rocks so they don't bruise but also so nothing get infected

Yes, plz brush their mane it gets MATTED - a hairbrush works but a wide tooth comb is best

Horses roll to itch their backs and clean off, sounds counterintuitive with the dirt but it works

Shaving a little spot for the bridle to sit is pretty modern but it's easier for everyone involved

Horse Colors- guys roach is not brown she’s a chestnut color

The only thing I have to add to this is that the “Leopard” one is called “appaloosa” in the US at least, and “Pinto” is also reffered to as “Paint” and there’s all sorts of different patterns that you can see. also i want a buckskin so bad. yes i was obsessed with Spirit as a child why do you ask?

Travel care of your babies

Horses CAN and have subsisted off roadside grasses and grazing at night BUT it's good for them to get a lil something extra ESPECIALLY if you’re keeping them in a stall at night where they can’t graze.

Hay and grains like cracked wheat, oats, barley and the like are commonly found in horse feed. Also a lil drizzle of molasses is chock full of calories and all my horses LOVE the taste.

also while we’re talking food: some horses cant keep all the juice/bits in their mouth when they eat apples (we fondly call it making applesauce) or other treats/veg. Yes it gets all over your hand, yeah its kinda gross, but there’s worse things.

Shoes. Babe's need horse shoes. Especially if they're walking over rocks and roads.

Throwing a shoe (when it comes off on accident) is painful sometimes and if left un-dealt with can affect their joints and spine. Imagine walking around in one heeled shoe and one athletic shoe all day. Ow.

On that note though, on lighter travel seasons it's nice to give their hooves a break from shoes (also cheaper)

Horse moods:

horse mood ear chart here: I cant add much tbh

If a horse is comfortable/happy/relaxed they will ‘chew’ on nothing. Just kina a little lip smack type deal. My horse’s bottom lip would hang a couple centimeters below his top one when he was relaxed and I would put my chapstick in it while I fussed with other things.

When a horse is uncomfrotable/scared/tense their lips get sealed tight. I call it ‘fish butt lips’ bc they’re watertight and NOTHING is getting in there. 

Stamping hooves can be a few things. Antsy and ready to roll, nervous, deadass scared, or playful/excited. 

A full whinny is communication - saying hi, warning, scared, etc.

the really soft whinny is called a nicker and its my favorite sound okay? that’s little soft communication and its usually reserved for times when they’re comfortable.

When they’re really relaxed they’ll cock one of their back legs kinda how we shift our weight to one hip. 

general fun facts:

Some horses fake limp when they don’t want to work bc they are lazy and smart and realize their person will get off and check them out and maybe even give them a rest. 

You do a preliminary leg injury test by running your hands slowly over their legs and checking for hot spots - inflammation caused by injury is warm

Basic horse saftey is never stand directly in front of the horse if theres a possibility of spooking, if you’re gonna walk behind them walk out of reach of their hooves or right up against that ass. If they cant get a good wind up it wont do as much damage (on that note though I rode/trained horses for 18 years and was only kicked once by a foal). 

It’s kinda common sense not to walk/sidestep between your horses legs and under their belly but we do it all the time bc its a trust thing? adrenaline? its fun?

laying on your horse’s back sans saddle, and facing their butt is so nice okay, that ass is soft and cushy and perfect for a nap. I miss laying on my horses while they ate like this every damn day. 

Horses can sense your moods. Not unlike the whole ‘witchers smelling you’ thing. They can feel a difference in the tension on the reins and in your posture when you’re tense or relaxed.

Some horses will take care of their riders, some are absolute shits and push the limits for funsies. Some horses will only behave for people they’re used to too. Some horses have trauma from being mistreated and will have triggers kinda like people do. We had a horse who would freak the fuck out if anyone walked around with a red had but as soon as you took it off she was the most level headed horse we had.

A good portion of horses (Who aren’t scared of children) will behave better with kiddos or novice riders because they feel they’re nervous.

If they hurt while they’re moving they usually limp but sometimes they’ll buck. It’s their defense mechanism. 

Horses can’t sleep for too long laying down because their body weight will collapse their lungs. Most horses sleep standing up.

They can sit like a dog and it’s hella cute. 

Stung by bees? Most horses will take off at a dead sprint bucking and hopping unless you’ve done a lot of trust work/training with them

They also run and jump and buck and rear to play.

If theres two horses in a pasture together one will chew at the other’s whithers (or anywhere else) to ask them to scratch them the same way. its very cute and they sometimes try this with people.

horses hug. I cry. 

the whole deal with the rider/horse relationship is it’s a mutual trust you’re building. They let you sit on their back and do weird shit and you trust them not to throw you.  

Thank you for coming to class today! If there’s any questions feel free to message me! I’m not kidding I wanna answer your questions and I miss my horses so this is fun for me.

@elliestormfound​ here it is boo! lol 

[jonahlovescoffee]

“look at me” | J.M.

a/n: ok guys i wrote smut in honor of the release of wdw’s new album that includes a smutty song D: so first i would like to clarify that i’m still a 15-year-old virgin so i have absolutely no idea in how sex goes and i don’t read a lot of smut in general so i apologize if any mistakes are made in my writing :) anyways happy reading!!!

summary: you and your boyfriend sneak off to have some fun. (this is probably the worst summary i’ve ever written)

warnings: oral, blood kink, dirty talk, making out, unprotected sex (but on a serious note, wrap it before u tap it guys!) so read at your own risk luvs <3

word count: 5022

“do what you want to me nobody gotta know”

You felt Jonah’s lingering stare on you all the way through dinner at his house. His alert eyes followed your every move and he didn’t even bother to be more discreet about it. He and his band had just returned from tour and usually, you both would spend the first few weeks constantly exploring each other’s bodies as you released all the lust that was bottled up inside you for far too long but this time was different. After your recent promotion in your department at work, your workload had gotten twice as heavier and you soon found yourself being too busy to indulge in any form of entertainment, including spending time with him in the bedroom as he desired. As expected, he was now extremely close to his breaking point and was perfectly capable of ruining you once both of you were alone.

Yet being the mischievous person you were, you decided to tease him a little and test his limits. With an innocent smile plastered on your face the whole time, you let out an exaggerated moan of pleasure when you tasted Christina’s cooking and pulled your bottom lip between your teeth on purpose for more times than you could count, not forgetting to make sure that he was at the perfect angle to see what you were doing.

He had his meal silently, not speaking unless he was spoken to and when he did, the evident strain in his voice did not go unnoticed by you, so did his clenched jaw and his knuckles that had gone slightly white from clutching onto the cutlery a little too hard. No one else noticed the sexual tension between you both despite it being so thick that one could cut it with a knife, which made this silent exchange between you and your boyfriend many times more exciting.

Once dinner was over and all the dirty dishes were taken to the kitchen, Jonah caught your wrist in a tight hold when you were about to enter the living room. “You’d better stop what you’re doing, sweetheart,” he warned once the others were out of earshot, already in front of the TV having an argument about which movie they should watch. “It isn’t funny at all.”

“I never said it was,” you gave him a toothy grin which agitated him more. You used your free hand to cup his cheek, tracing it softly with your thumb as he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, exhaling a shallow breath. You stood up on your tiptoes and leaned your face closer to his, your lips barely inches apart. “You’re always so needy for me, love, I’m terribly flattered,” you said, your lips brushing his with every word. “And I want nothing more than for you to take me now,” you continued and you felt his entire body stiffen.

“However,” you let your hand trail down from his face, over his muscled torso, then allowed your fingers to play with the waistband of his black ripped jeans. His eyelids fluttered open as his breathing turned ragged for your fingers were so close—so dangerously close to his member that was growing harder and harder by the second. And you weren’t even doing anything. “I don’t want to do that with your friends around,” you gave him a quick kiss on the lips before pulling away and wiggling your wrist out of his grasp, leaving him wanting for more.

“You’re gonna be the death of me y/n,” he growled furiously at you, earning an extremely sweet smile from you.

“I know,” you chirped happily and proceeded to skip to the living room. “Oh and Jonah? Try to hide your excited buddy would ya’? He’s being too obvious,” you tisked with displeasure, gesturing to his southern region.

“I wonder why,” he muttered sarcastically to himself as he adjusted his pants to make the bulge in them less obvious as best as he could.

“Come on guys, the movie’s starting!” Corbyn hollered from where he sat on the couch with his girlfriend by his side, to which you replied with a simple “coming” before grabbing the bowl of popcorn off the coffee table and plopping down onto the other end of the couch.

“I’m here, I’m here, jeez,” Jonah hopped over the back of the couch and landed beside you shortly afterwards, the impact sending few popcorns flying out of the bowl. You shot a death glare at him as he rested his arms over your shoulders and opened his mouth, a silent request for you to pop a popcorn into his mouth (which you obliged), his eyes fixed on the wide tv screen, acting like you both didn’t have the conversation just seconds ago.

Because of how sexually frustrated you were, it was impossible for you to concentrate on the movie when his finger was idly tracing random patterns on your upper arm from where his hand rested, turning your mind into a fuzzy mess and blurring all your senses together until all you could focus on was his touch that had somehow travelled to your neck, stopping at the sensitive spot beneath your ear.

“Wanna suck this part so bad,” His whispered into your ear, his warm breath making your skin tingle with pleasure as his finger circled the spot with his finger several times, causing your breathing to hitch, momentarily stunned by his words. Before you could say anything though, he pulled away completely with a chuckle, choosing to place his hand on your thigh instead.

This bastard. He knew the effect his simple gesture had on you and he was shamelessly wielding it to his power.

Without a word, you placed your left hand lightly on the front his black ripped jeans as you planted a kiss on his collarbone, frowning when he didn’t offer you any reaction at all, pretending to be too fixated with the movie to even notice what you were doing. Fine. Two can play this game.

You glided your hand ever so lightly like the soft caress of the cool night’s breeze over his crotch at first, subsequently picking up the pace and pressure as you went, palming him discreetly with your clueless friends sitting merely several feet away from you. Beneath your palm, you could feel his member pushing against the material of his jeans almost immediately as he emitted a soft groan from his lips.

“Fuck,” he breathed, tightening his grip on the back of the couch as he bit back another groan when your lips came into contact with his jaw and slowly made their way down his neck, leaving faint red marks on certain spots where you had nipped softly along the trail of kisses. “What are you doing?” He seethed through his gritted teeth, a sign that he was annoyed at you for driving him to the brink of losing every last bit of his self control but he made no move to stop your actions.

“What’s wrong with expressing my love for my boyfriend?” You teased which made his frown deepen, grabbing your moving hand in his, abruptly stopping your movements.

“Expressing your love, huh?” He grabbed your chin and forcefully tilted your face so you were looking at him straight in the eyes. Even through the darkness of the dimly lit living room, you could make out every defined details of his attractive face—his chiseled jawline, the perfect arc of his slightly furrowed brows, his elegantly straight nose and most importantly the flame of lust that was burning like wildfire in his eyes. “Why don’t we take this elsewhere if you really wanna do so, sweetheart?” He asked but his dark tone made it sound more like an order instead of a question, your previous playfulness dissipating instantly.

You wanted to retort, reminding him that you had told him that you weren’t inclined of doing that in the presence of his friends but you weren’t stupid. You knew very well that if you continued to push anymore buttons, he would not let you get away with it easily.

“Good,” he said and let his hand drop from your chin. “Let’s go then.”

Without a word, Jonah dragged you off by the hand towards his room, brushing off the prying questions from your friends with a simple “she’s not feeling well”. You didn’t say anything as you followed after his fast-paced footsteps, almost tripping over your own feet because of the giddy excitement that you felt at the moment.

He kicked the door shut behind him once both of you entered his room, his hands already all over you and your lips connected with each other’s in a heated kiss with his tongue in your mouth, exploring every corner of it, asserting utter dominance before you had a chance to react, making you gasp and habitually let your hands drift to the front of his lavender hoodie to pull him closer as you tilted your head so that he could kiss you deeper. He blindly spun you both around so your back collided against the door and pinned you against it before breaking the kiss, biting your bottom lip slightly as he pulled away to your dismay. You wanted to taste more of him so you tried to tug him down once more to collide his lips with yours but he stopped your actions with a low growl.

“What do you want from me, sweetheart? Teasing me all day like that,” he asked sternly, staring down at your petite figure that was trapped between his arms. Under his intense gaze of his once vibrant hazel eyes that were now nearly consumed by the black of his dilated pupils, your brain shut down all of a sudden, subsequently taking away your ability to form words in your head, let alone speak. He inched closer until your breath mingled with each other’s. “Fine, since you’re not going to speak, we’ll do this my way then,” he finally said when you remained speechless. You felt a tingling feeling between your thighs at the anticipation of what he had in store for you.

“Get on your knees, now,” he ordered and you obliged right away without a second thought. You didn’t need any further instructions to know what he wanted you to do next for his intentions were already clearly written on his face. In a blink of an eye, you already had his belt undone and his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, shuffling them down his legs along with his boxers, just low enough to reveal his considerable length standing proud and tall in its full glory. The sight of it never failed to make your eyes go wide in amazement and your mouth go dry no matter how many times you had seen it. “You want to express your love, babygirl, now’s your time to do it. Go on,” he urged, making you groan softly at his forwardness. “Show me how much you fucking love me.”

You did not wait another second to wrap your hands snugly around his member to give him several good long strokes before taking it in your awaiting opened mouth, flicking your tongue just over his sensitive head and sucking it a little to taste some of the salty precum. He let out a soft groan, one hand still keeping a firm grip on the counter as the other pulled your long hair back to give you more room. You proceeded to leave open-mouthed kisses down his length, your warm exhales across his aching dick teasingly torturous, not forgetting to lower your head to lick his balls before moving your mouth back up his length again. You felt his hand on your hair tighten as you purposely took your sweet time of savouring every inch of him ever so slowly instead of going hard and fast just like he wanted.

“Tease me more, baby, and you will regret it later,” he said with all seriousness and you knew that he wasn’t joking. You spit on the tip a little before fitting him into your mouth once again, then sliding down while your hands were kept snug around the base of him to help jerk off the rest of him that couldn’t fit in your mouth. You gradually picked up speed, your hands meeting your lips in steady movements as you started to bob your head quicker up and down his shaft, his breathing turning rhythmic and heavy, small moans let out with every exhale as you worked him.

Jonah was in pure ecstasy as he watched you take his dick so well on your knees, saliva dribbling down your chin as you licked and swirled your tongue over all the right spots, earning involuntary groans after groans of pleasure and making him instinctively push his hips forward into your mouth, consequently making you gag lightly as you neared your limit.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it, you’re doing so good,” he managed to say between ragged breaths, “but is that all you’ve got?” His grip tightened on your hair immediately and before you knew it he was pushing you back down quickly and then tugging at your hair to pull you off over and over again just as you were about to pull back to breathe. Your hand fell from the base to the back of his thigh to keep yourself steady as he thrusted into your mouth nonstop, focussing on keeping your jaw lax despite the protests of your gagging reflexes.

“Deeper,” he instructed strongly as you gagged, your tongue pulling back last. Tears stared to prickle at the edges of your eyes and you glanced up at him, subtly shaking your head to tell him that you couldn’t go any further but he wasn’t taking “no” for an answer. He had spent more than enough time in the bedroom with you to know your body better than you do and he was sure that you hadn’t reached your limit yet despite your denial to his request.

“Come on, I know you can do this, sweetheart,” he drawled, your hesitation had his hand pushing your mouth down his length by your hair until it reached the very back of your throat as your nose touched his stomach, making you wince at the discomfort. Yet you continued to bob your head, taking almost his entire length in your mouth. You pulled back a little and brought your hand back to the base to give him quick hard tugs as your tongue glided across his tip until he was biting down on his bottom lip with his eyes close as you felt him twitch inside your mouth, almost reaching his high. His erotic groan that followed sent heat pooling at your core and was starting to ache for touch.

So you silently slid a hand into your panties, your dress making it terribly easy to access the sensitive part between your thighs and you soon enough found yourself touching yourself while your other hand continued to jerk him off in your fist. You fully removed your mouth from around his tip to give him kitten licks, also partly because you found it incredibly hard for your moans to escape with his member in your mouth without gagging.

Your discreet movements did not go unnoticed by him and he pulled you up by the collar of your button-up dress all of a sudden, taking you by surprise. His other hand moved to pull up his jeans and boxers. “I didn’t say you could touch yourself, did I?” Jonah growled in your face when you reached his eye level. “Such a desperate little whore,” he tisked disapprovingly while shaking his head at you. His tone was condescending, as you were some sort of trash that was greatly frowned upon by everyone. “Fucking answer me when I’m talking to you.”

“I just want to relief the ache,” you whined as he dragged you towards the bed forcefully, taking you by surprise, causing you to stumble over your own two feet and crash into him when he suddenly stopped walking and turned around to face you. “I want you to make me feel good, please,” you begged him with pleading eyes but it was no use.

“Naughty little girls like you don’t deserve to get want they want, do they?” He asked and you nodded in response, earning a warning snarl from him. “Don’t you understand what I say, slut? I said open your filthy mouth and use your fucking words.”

“Yes, Jonah.”

“So prove to me why I should forgive you.”

“Gladly,” sike.

You placed your hands on his chest and leaned your entire weight onto him, making both of you fall backwards against the floor, before you were taking off his hoodie. Your hands were already roaming his muscled torso while your lips connected to his neck, giving him sloppy kisses all over his neck, sucking and nipping just enough to leave faint marks that were barely considered as hickeys at all the wrong places, having engraved the exact places of all his sweet spots in your mind but avoiding them all on purpose just to spite him and forcing him to give you what you wanted.

You knew that if you had complied to his wishes, it would do you no good at all. It would’ve taken you longer to get what you wanted and you didn’t have the patience to wait. Just like how he knew dirty talk was capable of driving you insane, you also knew that your disobedience would make his mind go completely haywire, especially when you were doing everything wrongly.

That’s why you were honestly surprised when he actually waited a full moment until you started kissing down his chest before grabbing your shoulders to flip you over so he was hovering over you.

“You just can’t stop being a shitty brat, can you?” He licked his lips quickly before attaching them to your neck, right at the spot where he traced with his fingers earlier, and sucked hard, making you moan and cling onto him tightly with your hands tugging on his soft brown hair, keeping him close as he repeated the same actions on different spots, turning you into a moaning mess. “This is how you pleasure someone,” he demonstrated by ripping your dress apart and unhooking your bra in one swift motion before he started to massage your breast as his lips worked wonders on your neck, fully hoisting himself up with only one hand. You instinctively grinded against him, the soaked thin fabric of your panties and his jeans being the only barriers separating his length from your entrance.

“But this is how you mark someone up,” without a warning, he sank his teeth deep into the flesh near your collarbone, hard enough to draw blood, forcing a gasp out of you due to the pleasurable pain that shot through your entire body at the mere action. He wasn’t even nipping anymore — he was biting you, exactly like how a vampire would bite its prey before sucking the life out of it. He sank his teeth deeper causing more blood to ooze out of your body, which he, in turn, sucked and swallowed every single drop of it. With a final swirl of his tongue around the prominent bite mark, he pulled away far enough for his entire face to be in your field of vision, his teasing grin showing off all his teeth that was stained in red with some of your blood.

You pressed your thighs against each other in hopes of generate some kind, any kind of friction to soothe your aching core that was pulsing so furiously as soon as you beheld his sharp canines that was stained the reddest.

And he slowly let his tongue glide over all his teeth, wiping them clean as you watched intently, mumbling a soft “fuck” while staring wide-eyed at him in disbelief.

He moved the hand from your breast to the sensitive area between your legs and dragged his fingers over your entrance, to find you completely drenched with arousal.

“Never expected you to have a blood kink,” he smirked with satisfaction at his discovery, “but I guess you do now, huh?” He ripped your panties off without a second thought like it was the most natural thing to do in the world.

“Jonah, what—”

“Your flimsy little underthings always get in the way of things,” he cut you off mid-sentence before you could protest further.

“But—Fuck,” words failed you when he started to rub painfully slow circles around your fluttering core with his thumb while he dragged his middle finger up and down your slick folds, teasing at your entrance. You rock against his hand to get that friction you craved yet he kept the moving pace of his hand so damn slowly that whimpers fell from your lips, much to his delight.

“For someone who was reluctant to fuck with my friends around, you sure are goddamn needy for me right now,” He attached his lips to yours once again to drown out your noise, your lips moving in perfect sync with each other’s as he licked his way into your mouth. A wave of warmth washed over you as your tongues entwined, making your toes curl, unfurling all your senses as the taste of his lips and his touch silenced all thoughts.

Except one.

“It’s no fair that you still get to keep your pants on when I’m already naked,” you said, breathless once you detached your lips from his after the heated kiss, placing your hands on his toned chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest, his hot exhales fanning your face. He let out a light laugh but it sounded far from amused.

“When can you learn how to fucking behave, baby?” He lowered onto you, his lips falling to meet the bite mark he left on your skin, kissing it softly once. Then twice. “Or do you need me to remind you who you belong to?”

You didn’t expect him to choose that moment to slip a finger inside you without any warning, pumping it in and out of you as his thumb continued to rub your bundle of nerves. You slid your arms around his neck, pulling him as close as possible to you. Pitchy moans escaped you, ringing across the room as he gradually picked up speed.

“I said we’re doing this my way, understood?” He asked sternly, which you replied with a breathy “yes”.

“And I can do whatever the fuck I want, no questions asked,” he added another finger into you, making you arch your back towards him, your mouth hanging open in bliss as your moaning continued. He drank in the wonderful sight of your body reacting so beautifully to his actions. “Got it?”

“Yes...yes, Jonah,” you could barely get the words out of your mouth when his fingers sped up and you habitually spread your legs open wider, your eyes shut as his fingers worked their magic. Your eyes were screwed shut as your brows furrowed, concentrating on the immense pleasure that consumed you at that moment, your mind barely able to function at all. Sooner than you expected, your legs started to tremble with desire for release. “Jonah, I’m close, I’m really really close,” you whispered shakily and he exerted more pleasure on your clit.

But just as you were about to finally reach your high, he pulled his fingers out of you rapidly, leaving you empty and begging desperately for him to put them back inside you.

“Should’ve thought about this when you disobeyed me so many times today, sweetheart,” he said with an evil grin, “and bad girls don’t get to cum.”

“Nor do they get to pick the positions too but,” he sat back and looped one arm around your knees and another around your shoulders to pick you off the ground before laying you on his plush, comfortable white bed that felt like heaven in contrast to the cold hard ground you were laying on just now. “I’m going to let the latter slide this once.”

“So tell me what you want to do, baby, the choice is all yours,” he nibbled your earlobe from where he laid beside you, his arms tucked securely around your waist, keeping your body pressed flush against him. You could feel the tent in his pants that was pressing against your backside and the words left your mouth before you yourself could even process them properly.

“I want to ride you.”

He untangled his arms from around your waist and sat up so he was leaning against the headboard. “Show me what you’ve got, love,” he said, nodding his head at you, urging you to do whatever you wanted.

You quickly slid down his jeans and boxers to let his now completely hard and throbbing cock free, already. With his hands tucked behind his head, he licked his lips as he watched you pumped his member a few times before positioning yourself over him and lining yourself up. You gripped his shoulders again, looking back up into to meet his lust-ridden gaze before leaning in to give him a light kiss, which he instantly responded back with more passion. You pulled back to make sure you were lined up before you slowly sank down on to him, making both of you let out a few curses when you were fully down to his base.

“You’re so fucking tight,” He groaned as you waited until you adjusted to his size, leaning your head against his shoulder for comfort.

You slowly lifted yourself up, almost pulling away from his dick completely before you let yourself sink back down, clenching around him again as his fingernails dug into the side of your hips. You started to pick up pace, switching between grinding and moving up and down on him, his grunts encouraging you even more. “Jonah....fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” you shrieked, a string of obscene profanities that you never knew that you knew proceeded to escape your mouth as you bottomed out each and every time, slamming yourself right down onto the hilt.

“You like my dick buried in your tight little hole huh? My dirty fucking girl,” He asked, watching intently as your breasts bounced with each movement, your head thrown back in pleasure as you let soft moans escape, a sight he thought was both hot and beautiful at the same time. He moved his hands back up to your waist, keeping you steady as you continued to grind and moan against him.

“Yes, oh fuck, yes, Jonah, I love it so damn much,” you managed to reply before your lips were captured in a passionate kiss with his once again, one of his hands cradling your face as you continued to ride him quicker, shifting your position a little to find a better angle so that he could hit deeper. When you finally succeeded in finding it, you held on tighter onto him, clinging to whatever that could keep you grounded to this world as you felt like you were falling off the edge of it when he sped up some more. You soon felt your insides clench around him. “Jonah I think—” you were cut short by a gasp of your own when his other hand collided with your butt, the sharp sound echoing throughout the room.

“No,” he said through the kiss without any hesitation. “You can only cum when I say so, dear,” he bit your bottom lip tauntingly and you heard the silent challenge for you to fight back against his orders as clear as day.

So you slowed down your pace, trying your very best to restrict yourself from cumming all over his dick. And he didn’t like what you were doing. “Did i say you could slow down?”

“No, but at this rate I—”

“You shitty brat never run out of excuses,” he growled before gripping your shoulders to flip you over so you were laying on your back on the bed.

“Guess I’ll have to take matters into my own hands,” he said as he pounded mercilessly into you, your eyes screwed shut and your brows furrowed as you concentrated on holding your cum in. The bliss you felt at the moment was so immense that you couldn’t help but shriek his name over and over again although the effort of not approaching your high was painful at the same time.

By the time you had become aware of your hands, they were already dragging down his back, your nails piercing his skin, drawing pretty red lines along his back. “Tell me whose cunt is this, baby,” he was hitting your g-spot now and your hand moved to grip the sheets.

Prick.

“Fucking look at me when I’m talking,” he ordered sternly and of course, your eyelids flew open immediately at his words.

“Yours, all fucking yours, Jonah.”

“Good. Now, do you wanna cum now, babygirl?” He asked, picking up his pace as he chased after his own high as well.

“Yes, please please please,” you whimpered, tears already welling up in your eyes.

“Yeah, cum all over me now, baby,” he pressed a soft kiss on your lips as white ribbons of pleasure poured out of you almost immediately, just as his warm liquid was released inside you and you moaned as it filled up your insides.

“I love you,” he said when he pulled out of you and laid down beside you, leaving you empty and sore as heck.

“Love you more,” you replied, kissing the tip of his nose. “But you were too harsh on me just now,” you pouted and he smiled.

“I thought you love me putting you in your place,” he teased and you hit his arm playfully. “You gotta admit, you were turned on by my actions.”

“Shut up,” you said and he leaned in once more to kiss your pout away.

[rockthingsbymeg]

Birthday boy

Pairing: Steven Adler x fem!reader

Info: Smut [oral (female and male receiving), fingering, female masturbation], fluff, birthday celebrations; 5929 words

A/N: Time to celebrate this angel’s birthday! Happy birthday to the beautiful Steven Adler, aka popcorn and ray of sunshine! He’s an inspiration to so many of us and I hope he’s having an amazing day, wherever he is.

The room was pitch dark when Y/N woke up, only one or two days of sunshine managing to slip through the closed blinds. Steven snored loudly beside her, still deep in his sleep, with his arms around her waist and his forehead pressed against her upper back. He was burning hot against her, like always, and even warmer where his morning wood pressed between her ass cheeks, an occurrence she was no strange to.

For a few minutes, Y/N remained laying down, simply letting the calm around her lull her back to a state between sleep and being awake, until her brain worked for long enough to remind her what day it was.

January 22nd. Steven's birthday.

The acknowledgment sent a wide smile to her lips, and as carefully as she could, Y/N turned in Steven's loose grip, now facing him. His pink lips were pursued in a little pout, his face peaceful, though it would occasionally twitch the slightest, fruition, most likely, of a dream.

Whenever he was awake, Steven could hardly rest. High on cocaine or not, he always had plenty of energy, and while it was one of the things Y/N loved about him, she also treasured every minute she found him peaceful. It was a sight that warmed her heart, to watch him simply stop for a moment and be a bit calmer, and thankfully she got to see it each morning.

As much as she loved it, however, it was a special occasion, and even though she knew how much Steven loved sleeping in, she also knew how much he would love being woken up the way she planned.

His hard-on was firmly pressed against her thigh, teasingly close to her core, and with her plan in mind, she scooted her hips just slightly back giving her hand room enough to sneak between their bodies and wrap around him.

Her touch was loose, barely-there, feather-like, just the way that always had Steven squirming against her and faint whined leaving his pretty pink lips. It didn't fail her this time, and soon enough his sleeping figure was shifting around, lazily rolling on his back while his hips rolled up the slightest bit, chasing a stronger touch.

Y/N's lips were curled into a sweet smile as she watched a small, needy frown slowly creep it’s way up to his face, first deepening his pout and then making his brows furrow, his head lolling lazily on his pillow.

Y/N pulled her hand back for a few seconds, licking up her palm and then returning it to Steven's raging hard-on, its warmth burning under Y/N's slightly cold fingertips, and her touch became firmer, wrapping firstly around the base and doing a smooth movement all the way up, twisting just slightly at the tip and watching the precum create a small stain in their white bedsheets.

Steven’s body twisted back to its original spot, facing her, and his hips began moving at their own accord, his unconscious brain craving the release. Low whines were slipping through his parted lips and to an outsider he might have seemed that Steven was slowly waking up, but Y/N knew better. It took him more than that to wake up from his dreamful sleep, and she was going to give it to him, in due time.

“Babe...” Steven's voice slipped out in the silent room, so low and small that Y/N barely heard it.

It wasn't a rare occurrence for Steven to talk in his sleep, but Y/N still found it adorable each time it happened. Most times he didn’t make any sense but in others, he could actually hold a conversation, albeit a weird one.

“It feels good...” His whine came again, and he almost rolled on his belly, trying to hump her hand, but a soothing hand in his waist stopped him.

“I know, baby, I know.” Y/N kept her tone low and smooth, not wanting to jolt him awake, and carefully leaned a bit closer, pressing a delicate kiss to his lips, promptly starting a trail done the sensitive skin of his neck, over his collarbones, down his chest, and stomach, and stopping a bit around his hips, beginning to leave gentle nips and bites that had his waist moving faster towards her.

His dick throbbed in her hand, the vein on the underside pulsing almost violently against her thumb as she stroked it, and he got even harder if it was possible, the closer her mouth got. She was peppering kisses over the blonde, curly hair she found around his dick, harsh under her lips but somewhat smooth as well, and definitely familiar and welcoming.

Her kisses continued to venture further down, over the crease of his thigh and then over his crotch, making a line to his balls. There, his hips jerked up violently, and Y/N was afraid he might have woken up sooner than she wished, but a quick glance up told her he was still resting.

She continued with her trail of kisses, the taste of him on her lips a bit bittersweet but still one of her favorites in the world. His skin burned against her as she began kissing the underside of his dick, softly and steadily making her way further up until she was tasting the precum with the occasional peak of her tongue against him.

She held back her moans at the taste as she wrapped her lips around him, giving a quick, delicate suck, before she was sliding down, taking him into her warm, wet mouth. In his sleeping state, Steven let out a wanton moan, rolling on his back once more and thrusting up more violently than Y/N was expecting him to, making her gag around him and spit dribble down the corners of her mouth.

She did her best to be as quiet as she could, quickly steadying her breath and maintaining a slow rhythm, not pushing too deep so she wouldn't gag herself, but still deep enough that Steven could feel her throat close around the tip. She knew he could feel it because each time she lowered her mouth he would thrust up slightly, whining in his sleep.

His head began to roll around a bit faster, full of sleep and lust as he pushed his mouth against it, nuzzling it, muffling his sounds like he so often did while awake. His arms too began to move around, clenching the sheets in his hand and then letting go, his legs too occasionally shifting.

Aided by a night-lasting hard on and the gentleness of her movements, Steven's balls were already drawing dangerously up to his body. He was highly sensitive in the mornings, and Y/N was fully aware of that as she continued her job, with one of her hands moving to carefully yet precisely tug at his balls, while the other began to stroke the soft skin of his inner thigh.

She softly scratched her nails down his skin, the action getting firmer and stronger the closer she felt him get to his high, high-fiving herself internally at being able to pull her plan off with amazing perfection.

Steven's whines were turning into loud yet soft moans, and Y/N glanced up the exact minute his eyes began to blink. She could feel his dick twitch violently inside her mouth, burning hot and hard as a rock, and his balls were as tight as they could without him cumming. His sleep-weighted eyes peered down at her in his morning drowsiness, blue and with dark pupils blown wide, his pink lower lip trapped between his teeth as he admired the sight.

Y/N pulled herself long enough from his dick to smile up at him and say “Happy birthday, Stevie...” before she was quickly sucking him, focused on the sensitive tip, while the hand previously on his thigh wrapped around the exposed part of him and kept him warm.

A long, drawn-out “Fuck...” left Steven’s lips as he came, white, warm, sticky ropes of fun filling her mouth, shooting right to the roof before sliding down her throat, aided by her saliva. His taste was strong, this time, not the slightest bit tainted by sweat or her own juices.

She too was moaning with him, holding his tender, love-filled and lustful gaze, until he was fully spent, hips twitching just slightly into the warmth that still surrounded his softening dick. He laid limp on the bed, body shivering and jerking with aftershocks while Y/N made her way up his body, affectionate kisses dotting his skin until she met his lips, giving him quick, sweet pecks and gently laying herself on top of him, resting her elbows on the bed so she could look down at him. “How're you feeling, birthday boy?”

Steven chuckled airily, his hands coming up to rest on her waist and keep her close. He leaned his head up and kissed her, long, slow and passionate, not minding his own taste on her velvety tongue in the slightest. “Feelin' pretty good... and like I’m going to pay you back for that.”

“You don't have to, honey.” Her smile was genuine and so were her words as she laid her head on his chest, tracing mindless patterns on his ribs with her left index finger.

“Oh, I do. And I fuckin’ want to...” His smirk was clear in his voice as he spoke, his calloused, deft hands moving teasingly up and down the back of her thighs, the tips of his fingers coming dangerously close to where her body dripped for him.

Y/N resisted the urge to push back against his touch, and instead sat up on his thighs and took his hands in hers, smiling. “I wanna pamper you some more first, baby. After that, I'll let you do whatever you want to me...”

“Deal.” His toothy grin was laced with mischief in a good ol' Steven fashion, making her smile widen even more as she got up from his lap, climbing off the bed and wincing as the cold floor of her bedroom met her previously hot feet.

She walked quickly to a little chair in the corner of the room and pulled out a pair of warm socks, sweatpants, and a sweater she had stolen from Steven when he was still crashing in GN'R's storage room behind the Guitar Centre.

“I love seein’ ya in my clothes. Make you look real’ cute.” He had stretched out on the bed, taking up all the space and safely tucking the covers around himself, his big eyes filled with love as he gazed at her.

Her gaze met his, filled with the same amount of love, and Y/N walked quickly towards the bed, cradling Steven’s face in her hands and laying a kiss on his pink lips and another one on his nose. “I love you, baby. Now, I’m gonna get you breakfast with everything you love, and then we can have some fun... I already told the guys to come over at the end of the day with all the booze they can find and carry, and I called some other people too.”

Steven’s blond hair brushed against her face as he nodded with excitement, his grin so wide it probably hurt his cheeks and made him look cute as fuck, in Y/N's opinion at least. “That's fuckin’ awesome! It’s gonna be a great party, man!” His eyes wandered around the ceiling briefly, most likely daydreaming about what would happen at the party, before looking back at Y/N and kissing her again. “I love ya too, sweetheart.”

With that and a final peck on his nose, Y/N slipped outside her room and into her freezing hallway, that led directly to her kitchen/living room. After Steven had fallen asleep last night, Y/N had managed to sneak away from him and leave prepared a tray with six muffins, two chocolate ones, two vanilla ones, and two strawberry ones, as well as six donuts, with the same tastes as the muffins, with a glass of apple juice, his favorite. Before she went back, she put some coffee-making, so they both could get their morning fixes before any headaches settled.

With as much caution as she could, she carried the tray back to her room, setting it down in the mattress, in the space Steven had freed once he saw her by the door. He sat up on the bed, hungrily eyeing all the food and her, though the hunger towards her was a different one.

“You didn't have to do all this...” He smiled warmly at her, a wave of gratitude and flooding him, prompting him to reach forward and take her hand in his, tugging her onto his lap and giving her a hug, squeezing the breath out of her lungs.

With a little bit of cost but no complaints at all, she answered “Yes I did. I love you and it's your birthday, it’s the very least I could do.” She took a beautiful of air when Steven pulled back, cupping her cheeks in his warm hands, holding her like she was a china doll, and kissing her.

As he pulled back, one of his hands reached for the first muffin, a vanilla one, and he took a huge bite, spreading the icing all around his lips and a bit near his cheeks. “You're already gonna throw me a kickass party. That was enough.”

“I disagree.” Y/N shrugged and took a muffin too, a chocolate one, and took a bite, significantly smaller than Steven's, humming delightfully at the taste that spread through her taste buds.

Steven knew better than to argue with her on how much pampering and loving he truly deserved, so he simply pressed a frosting-filled kiss to her chocolaty lips and continued to devour his food. The silence around them was comfortable as they shared the food, along with sweet kisses and tender touches, until everything left on the tray was a bit of juice and one strawberry muffin.

Steven downed the rest of the juice in one go and held the muffin to her lips, his smile sweet, though his eyes shone with the slightest of lust. Y/N complied and took a bite, keeping her eyes on his and then giving him a quick peck on the lips, watching Steven eat the rest of the muffin almost as quickly as he had drunk, and barely giving her time enough to chew her own bite before he was flipping her on the bed, making her lay with her head on the pillows.

She squealed lightly as Steven damn near threw himself on top of her, kissing her hungrily and devouring the taste of her along with the sugar-coated goods they had devoured. He was never one to waste time, and it was no different when his hands ventured to the waistband of her pants, gently sliding them down her thighs and then, as smoothly as he could, pealing them off her legs, throwing them carelessly against a wall.

His hot kisses began their lustful trail down her neck, not without stopping a little by her ear and nibbling on the lobe for a few seconds. The action had sent her hips bucking against his, having shot a strong, pleasurable tingle all the way down her back and to the middle of her legs, and she felt Steven smile against her neck as he continued on his way down.

His calloused hands held her legs apart, for the time being, stroking the sensitive skin of her upper and inner thigh, his thumbs lightly brushing over the crease of her crotch, sending tingles to her fluttering, already wet entrance.

His mouth teased her nipples over the sweater, and even through that thick material, he could feel the nub hard, creating pressure against his own tongue as he rolled it. His touches became firmer, stronger, and he didn’t stop Y/N's hands as she slid one in his hair and the other between their bodies, giving her throbbing clit some much-needed relief.

He cast a glance at her actions as he moved down to her belly, growling with primal lust as her purple-colored nail rubbed circles and occasionally disappeared between her folds, returning covered in glistening, dripping in juices of her own.

His own hands lifted the sweater just a tad, his warm mouth continuing its trail down her body. He pressed open-mouthed kisses to her sternum, occasionally nipping the soft skin, and eventually reached her hips, doing a line from one side to the other with the tip of his tongue, wasting no more time and quickly dipping to her core, easily sliding his tongue inside her.

The sudden action made Y/N's hips rise from the bed, and Steven didn’t stop her. He folded his arms underneath himself and held his upper body up, thrusting his tongue in and out and accompanying the slither of her hips.

His eyes were glued to her face, watching her eyes fight to stay open, but eventually losing and rolling back in her skull, disappearing being her drooping lids. Her mouth fell open, though her sounds were still fairly low, something he planned on changing quite soon.

He moaned against her body as both her hands tangled in his hair, not caring the slightest bit that her dominant hand was smearing her juices over his hair, which was tickling her thighs, though the tickles turned her on more than they made her want to laugh. She was not entirely used to it when they started to date, but two weeks into their relationship it had become one of her favorite feelings in the world.

His tongue was still sliding in and out of her, rhythm steady and fast, and she could feel a mix of spit and her own juices soaking down her body, most likely slipping on the bed as well. It didn’t bother her at all, and her mind quickly forgot all about it in favor of focusing on Steven's nose pressing firmly against her clit.

Its soft point was doing wonders against the throbbing nob, pushing a lustful moan out of Y/N, loud enough to be heard by the poor elderly lady who lived next door. There was no doubt she would be getting a sideways, disgusted look next time they met in the hallway, but that concern was the last thing on Y/N's mind.

Her thoughts were on the way her legs shook around Steven, on the steadily growing heat in the pit of her belly, burning, turning, twisting. Her hips continuously moved up and down, easy and fluid like a wave, Steven's mouth following suit at a perfect pace. While having her hips pinned down forcefully on the bed while she was forced to take whatever Steven gave her was one of the hottest things she had ever felt, there was something incredibly pleasurable as well about being able to move however she wanted. The fact that no matter how she moved, his talented mouth followed suit made it hot enough that she could feel a warm gush of her liquid spilling into Steven's mouth.

The thought made heat rise to her cheeks, especially when Steven hummed as lewdly as he could, swallowing with ease, his bright blue eyes peering up hungrily at her.

“Steven... please...” The words tumbled out of her lips without her control, not even giving her brain time enough to actually think about what she was begging for, but Steven seemed to read her like an open book.

His tongue slid out of her, the sensation making her legs fail her and her lips collapse back on the bed, only to immediately rise again when Steven slid two calloused, thick, warm fingers inside her, her body showing absolutely no resistance as he began to move them at the same pace his mouth had been, the tips crooked gently upward to massage a little spot that had Y/N whimpering like crazy, her grip tightening in his hair.

He watched her reaction intently as his mouth wrapped around her clit, sucking it into his mouth and then smoothing his tongue over it, doing lazy circles before directly pressing it with the tip, repeating all over again.

His free arm wrapped around her hips this time, keeping her still so his hand could work as fast as he wanted it to, which was as fast as it could go, making sure he hit her g-spot every time. He could feel the irregular pulse of her walls contracting down on him, the irregular pace at which her body shook and twisted in his tight grasp, and the realization put a smirk on his lips.

He didn’t manage to do this to Y/N that often. In fact, he had only done it twice, the first time being an accident and the second one taking him longer than he had wished for.

He could see it in her eyes that she knew what was coming. Each time it happened Y/N got a bit embarrassed, though Steven never quite understood why. It was a major stroke for his ego, and it drove her wild like she was on cloud 9. There were only good things when this happened.

“Come on, babe. Please... I wanna taste it... wanna taste ya...” Steven's tone was low and muffled against her clit, his pink lips shinning lewdly with spit and her lust, his hand’s pace never faltering.

Her grip tightened in his hair once more, gently pushing his mouth back on her clit, to which Steven obeyed with no protest. She took his left hand, the one laid around her waist, and placed it on her right breast, stroking his arm with one hand as he began to pinch and roll her nipple in his fingers.

She wished she could feel his hand around her throat, but his arms were not that long, so she settled for doing it herself, cutting her air circulation until she felt herself getting dizzy. She knew her limit, and she held it until something inside her finally snapped.

With a constricted whine, Y/N's body went rigid under Steven's ministrations, her insides tightening around him like a vice for a couple seconds before they began spasming, sending gush after gush of warm liquid down his fingers. Steven couldn’t stop himself from dipping his tongue for a taste, his thumb hastily continuing the circles on her clit until her body fell limply on the bed, aftershocks coursing through her.

He carefully pulled his fingers out, rising on his knees and stroking his hands down the inside of her thighs. His eyes trailed over her tired body, his gaze loving and sweet, with pride slipping into it at the achievement of making her squirt. He mentally counted it as a birthday gift, and while he knew Y/N had something else in store for him, that would have been more than enough.

Her eyes, previously closed while her mind slowly focused back on earth, blinked open to find Steven's wide smile. Her own lips mimicked his actions, and her shaky hands raised up to pull him into a loving kiss. He went without much effort, draping his body gently on top of hers and letting her control the pace, enjoying the softness of her skin under his own.

He carefully laid on his side and pulled her along, hooking her right leg over his hip and not breaking the kiss, moaning softly against it as his palm traced soothing circles.

“Wanna go take a shower?” His voice was smooth and low, not wanting to disturb the peace and quiet around them.

Y/N chuckled softly and nodded, swallowing so her dry throat would get moistened and stretching on the bed. “I do, but you're gonna have to carry me... I can’t feel my legs.”

The admission brought a proud smirk to Steven's face, who promptly rolled off the bed and strolled to her side, picking her up. “I love knowing that...” He kissed her briefly as he made his way to her shower, careful not to bump into any walls or doors, and managing it.

As he sat her down on the toilet and turned to get the water warming, he heard a hiss and a slight curse, telling the cold toilet seat to go fuck itself, before getting up and wrapping her arms around his waist. “How're you always so warm?”

“I don’ know, babe. I just am.” He chuckled, letting her use his body as a private heater and keeping a hand under the cold spray of water, waiting for it to turn hot.

While they waited, Y/N began peppering feather-light kisses on his back, occasionally nuzzling his skin and basking in his warmth and scent. Her eyelashes occasionally tickled him, making him give her the lightest pinch while they stroked her arms.

His blue eyes glanced down, his pink lips stretching wide as he noticed the little goose-bumps that raised beneath his touch. He never imagined he would be able to make a girl feel this way even after almost a year since they began dating. It warmed his heart to see how much Y/N lit up when he was around, how she gushed over every present he managed to give her, big or small, but most importantly, how much love and gratitude she showed him each and every single day.

“I love you.” His voice was small as he turned to her, not wanting to disturb the peace of such a sweet, tender moment. He reached behind himself quickly to check the temperature of the water, and then took Y/N's hand, guiding her inside the shower.

“I love you too, baby.” Her smile was so wide it seemed like her cheeks were hurting, and Steven wondered if he looked half as beautiful when he grinned, since Y/N told him the exact same thing he had thought pretty often. “I was thinkin’, what do you think we order a large pizza, watch some movies, and just laze during the rest of the day until it’s time to get ready for your party?” Her hands were smoothing his chest, gliding easily, aided by the water, as Steven reached for the soap and the shampoo.

“Sounds like a pretty fuckin' awesome plan to me.” He nodded, handing her the shampoo while he began to wash his own body with the soap.

[...]

After their quick shower, Y/N and Steven went into the kitchen to enjoy a good cup of coffee, immediately moving to her living room. Steven went through the small pile of VCR tapes underneath the TV and chose their favorite movies, popping the first one in and settling by their side.

They had lazed around the entire morning, exchanging sweet kisses while laughing over the movie or play fighting when Steven decided to tickle attack her.

Around lunchtime, just like they had settled, Steven called their favorite pizza place and ordered two large pizzas. One for himself, and one for Y/N, as well as some cokes. They sat the food in her small, round coffee table in the middle of her living room and spent the rest of the afternoon eating the pizzas, sharing slices between each other, and starting a very small food fight, that ended up with Steven licking a line of cheese of Y/N's face.

The entire day, all Steven could think about was how lucky he was to have Y/N in his life. Someone who cared for him, who loved him, who he could be himself with, and talk about his passions, and dreams, the future.

Y/N had never, not once, judged him or criticized him for anything he did. She accepted him the way he was, in his goofy, horny, loving way, and she reciprocated by being herself around him, without fear of judgment, because she knew Steven would never do such a thing.

Steven had never thought he'd find someone who accepted him so wholeheartedly, and so, he always made sure to show his gratitude and his love for her.

They were laying on the couch, Y/N's head resting peacefully in the crook of his neck, with his arms securely around her waist. A random movie played in the background, though the volume was so low neither of them could actually listen. They had settled for the silence, resting as much as they could, because they knew once people started coming, it would be a long time before they could do it again. Not that any of them minded.

“Y/N,” Steven’s voice was soft and as quiet as it could be, as not to disturb the silence around them. “I love you, so much. Thank you for always being here.”

Y/N lifted her head, a wide smile on her lips as she looked down into Steven's bright eyes. They showed so much love, such pure, true emotions and feelings that she never thought one would feel for her.

“You don't need to thank me for that. I want to be here for you. I love you so much, angel, more than I could ever show you...” Her words were honest, as honest as they could, and she knew Steven could feel it, as he hugged her tight once more, coaxing her to lay her head back down on his shoulder.

[...]

As the quiet, peaceful afternoon gave place to a loud, rowdy night, Y/N found herself glued to Steven on the dance floor, which was actually her living room. Music boomed through her speakers, the bass and drums seeming to vibrate inside her own ribcage as Steven's hands roamed her sides and his lips roamed her neck.

The band had been the first ones to get there and Slash, as sneakily from Steven as possible, had managed to bring Y/N's gift and helped her hide inside her room.

For Steven's birthday, Y/N had managed to get him two baby pugs and had asked Slash to babysit them for a couple of days. The two little puppies were sleeping calmly inside Y/N's bedroom, and not even the loud chatter and music had managed to wake them up.

Steven was none the wiser to them yet, and wouldn't become in the next few hours until everyone had either left or passed out somewhere in the house.

“The party is fucking awesome, Y/N!” Steven had managed to detach himself from Y/N's skin long enough to admit, his grin as wide as his coke-blown pupils and his lips plump and dark pink from the kissing they had been going at a few moments prior.

“I'm glad you like it, baby!” She had to yell I’m his ear to be heard, but none of that bothered them as they went back to their steamy make-out session, Y/N seeing her hips in time with the beat and feeling Steven's hands cup her ass.

“Popcorn, stop fucking face for a second, it's cake time!” Duff's drunk voice boomed around the small house as someone lowered the music just a tad, enough to get everyone into the living room so happy birthday could be sung.

Steven beamed as bright as the day as Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist and stood behind him, singing along with everyone as Duff held the cake in front of them, twenty-one candles lit and shining brightly.

As the song ended, Steven blew all the candles and turned to press a long, sloppy kiss to Y/N's cheek. He reached forward and plucked all the small candles out of the cake, holding them together and biting the cake-lathered ends, closing his eyes and mentally making a wish.

He put the candles on an abandoned plastic cup and followed Duff into the kitchen, helping him and Y/N hand cake around to everyone.

[...]

The party went on with multiple drunken games. Spin the bottle and strip poker had been the main attractions, mostly because they were the two games that would, most certainly, end with naked girls and/or people making out.

A few drinking games had been going on as well, resulting in people rushing to the bathroom to throw up (some of them not managing and instead of going for the window) and others passing out earlier than they probably wished to.

Around five in the morning, everyone was passed out, had gone home, or was still up, but had given up dancing and drinking for a couple chilled smokes and stupid talks, or make-out sessions.

Steven and Y/N were sweating, drunk, and happy, both chilling on their couch and winding down from the night.

As Y/N looked around and took in their much quieter, calmer surroundings, she tapped Steven twice on the thigh, getting his attention from two girls making out. “Ya wanna come to check out your gift?”

“Y'got me a gift? Babe, you didn't have to...” Steven nodded either way, following Y/N as she got up and walked to her room, her head spinning a bit, though not nearly as much as Steven's.

They got into her room, closing the door behind themselves and Steven took two seconds to register the curled up balls of fur in her comforter, instantly going for them and kneeling by their side on the bed, his hand carefully stroking their fur.

“Oh my god! They’re mine?! Both of them?!” His grin and excitement reminded her of a little child for a moment, albeit a very drunk and high one.

Y/N smiled back and nodded, taking a seat by his side and stroking the puppies' fur as well. “All yours, babe.” She watched Steven pick one up as carefully as he could, the little guy barely stirring and soon curling up in his hand against his chest, its little paws pressing into Steven.

“We gotta come up with names for ‘em...” Steven lifted their back paws carefully checking that the one on his hold was a boy and the other one was a girl, his face adopting a thinking expression. “This little guy... he's gonna be... Drum!” The proud glint in his eye told Y/N he was firm on his decision, though he was very likely not to remember the names in the morning. “And the girl... She can be Belle. Like that Disney princess.” He gently picked her up, holding her against his chest as well and laying back on the bed, letting the puppies curl on top of him.

“Drum and Belle... I like it.” Y/N smiled at him, laying down by his side and looking at him.

She was taking in his features under the moonlight that poured through the window, one of the few light sources in the almost dark room. He looked so happy, at ease and content, and it made her proud that she had managed to make his birthday an awesome day for him, even if it had gotten her neighbors complaining all night and earned her a few death glares for the next weeks.

“Happy birthday, Stevie...”

His head turned to her and his smile stood on even as he pressed his lips to hers in a soft kiss, pouring as much love and gratitude into it as his drunk self could.

“Thank you, Y/N. I love you.”

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[oftenderweapons]

Hard and Mellow – Hoseok

Pairing: Jung Hoseok x reader (nicknamed Giggles)

Wordcount: 1.7k

Genre: smut, established relationship

Rating: 18+

Hello everyone! Stopping by to deliver this quick drabble. It’s been a while since I wrote something because sudden inspiration struck me, so I thought I could follow the mood and this came out. 

I’m thanking the best beta reader of this whole galaxy (that I will never thank enough), @joheunsaram​​. Becoming friends has never been as easy as it is with you. Lob U. I also want to thank a very specific Silent Princess. This is all for you, baby. You’re more extraordinary than words will ever say. You’ve been through so much and I’m so proud of you. I hope this will give you a good time, and someplace you can go back to when you want to escape from the real world. I’d be honoured to call you friend. I’ll wait for you in my next life 💜💐

Do NOT open the “read more” if the following topics trigger you: Sir!Hoseok, Sub!reader, multiple orgasms, vibrator, masturbation and oral sex (female receiving), face fucking and hair pulling (male receiving), squirting, cumplay and cream pies, general messiness, cum eating, heavy breast play (slapping, gripping, squeezing, nipple pinching and tugging), exhibitionism, impregnation/breeding kink, heavy dirty talking, biting, mentions of impact play (spanking and whipping with belt), bruising, mention of blacking out.

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Enjoy 💜✨

“Tell me how it feels.”

You simply arched your back and stared deep into his eyes.

“Tell me,” he repeated, curling his fingers and moving the vibrator closer to your clitoris.

“Too good.”

“Too good what?” He teased you.

“Too good, Sir.”

You were barely coherent at this point.

Five orgasms were taking their toll on you. More than that, you had also squirted with the previous two, your body and mind growing increasingly vulnerable.

The fact that he was so clearly going for the sixth, and that he could keep going after that — you knew he could and would — made you grip his hair and shove his face against your crotch.

“So naughty,” he growled with a deep laugh before getting the toy inside you, switching the vibration pattern to a pulsating one that always made you wild for him, his tongue titillating your most sensitive spot with hard, quick flicks.

You tugged at his hair naturally, planting your heels on the mattress before your hips shot up; his hands came to your breasts, gripping them hard before his fingers delivered a sharp, burning slap to your left mound.

He sucked your clit harder, his fingers pinching your nipples while the feeling of the vibrations inside you became way too much for you actually survive his assault.

“Sir, please, stop.”

He hummed and kept going, the growl so deep in his throat that it felt almost minacious.

“Oh, please. No, no, I can’t— Sir!” You screamed, letting sobs fall from your lips just as tears began rolling down the sides of your face.

With a grin in his mouth he kept going, overstimulating you until he felt your release wet his neck and chest.

Nothing pleased him more than feeling you gush for him, over and over.

You could barely believe that the same man who was obsessed with cleanliness and spotless rooms was the same one making you drench the sheets at least once a week — usually with a timing perfectly calculated with the changing of the sheets.

And there was such a deep, bone-melting pleasure in showering while barely alive and falling asleep in his arms with your body brainless, soft and clean against the fresh crisp sheets.

But tonight you were far from that.

You were far from being done.

At least, he was.

He watched your body grow entirely limp underneath him, your eyes closed, your legs shaking as they tried to close, only to surrender to his unfaltering will.

He was hungry.

He was desperate.

He was all things he’d never dared be with anyone else.

He wanted things he never thought he could have.

But now there was you, and even though he was afraid he would lose you to someone who could be reliable in ways he couldn’t, he was ready to tie you down to him in any way he could.

He felt stupid. He felt dumb and reckless and absolutely insane.

He abandoned the slightly sour and salty taste of your cunt, not before lapping at the creamy wetness coating your folds, making them part with a squelching, sticky sound.

He took the vibrator out of you and slipped it into his mouth, eating and licking and sucking at all the sweet release he’d coaxed out of you before letting it rest on the sheets — they were messed up already anyway.

He silently grabbed your ankles and dragged you all the way to the edge of the bed, your body still too tired for you to actively notice anything but the friction of the cotton burning against the bruising skin of your ass and the back of your thighs.

You barely remembered if it had been his hand or the belt — it was a remote memory. Maybe two or three hours ago.

Too much had happened to your body for you to hold on to such fickle facts.

“On your knees. Now.” His order was stark and cold, getting a piercing, squeaking whimper out of you, your legs dangling from the bed before he settled behind you, his thin and strong arms shaping you into the position he required you to be.

You were now sitting close to the edge of the bed, your legs bent underneath you as you finally found enough strength to cooperate.

With your back to his front, straddling him, you felt his throbbing cock against your core, lifting your hips just enough for him to place his tip against your entrance and slide inside once you gave in to the firm, hot fullness of him.

“Yes, my love. Ride it,” his voice came from over your shoulder, one hand coming down to your clit, already looking for one more orgasm, his other palm cupping your heavy breast, bouncing with the needy rise and fall of your hips and with your heavy breathing. Your nipples felt too delicate, too sensitive.

You cried out loudly and shamelessly once he pinched one, tugging at it before rolling it between his thumb and forefinger in a poor attempt at soothing your skin.

His breath was too cold against your sweaty skin.

He managed to bite your shoulder, sucking briefly at the curve of your neck before you felt his rough voice.

“I wish I could fuck you like this on a stage. Show everyone how good I am to you.” He slapped your breast once more before he started meeting your thrusts. “Show them how I make you cum. How I make you squirt all over me.” He bit and growled as he felt you get tighter. “I’m gonna show all of them how my sweet, delicate strawberry turns into the loveliest cumslut for this cock.”

You shook your head and cried out, imagining a thick crowd in front of you, watching in silence, waiting for your orgasm like football supporters wait for a goal, ready to cheer.

“My sweet strawberry. Bet no one can get you half as dirty…” He chuckled. “Such a  cute little fuckdoll. Aren’t you hungry for my cum? Don’t you wanna be filled up?”

You sobbed and nodded.

“Say it with your words, Giggles.”

“Sir, please,” you managed to squeal before both his hands grabbed your breasts.

“Please what?”

“I want your cum. I need your cum. I’m empty and cold without it.”

He felt pleasure grow almost too much, ready to overthrow him.

“That’s right. You’re only mine to fill up.” He tortured your nipples some more. “Aren’t you eager to be bred, like an expensive fine pet?”

“Please, gimme babies. I’m your pet. I’m only yours to be filled up, please Sir.” You felt more tears roll down your cheeks.

“That’s right. But this won’t work.” He murmured, helping you on all fours before grabbing your arms and pinning them behind your back, making your whole torso collapse onto the bed, your face meeting the spot where his cock was laying earlier as he ate you out. You could tell by the heavy scent of his sex.

“This is the right position for you to get all those babies. They’re gonna stay deep inside. Like this.” He said, driving his cock all the way inside you, humming at the increased depth and tightness.

“It would be so fun to let everyone see how we make babies, don’t you think? Almost a shame we didn’t film this.”

His giggles were evil and taunting, “I’m gonna cum. Would you like to, Giggles?”

You nodded and immediately felt his hand between your legs, touching you with expertise.

“You’ll get so round and soft. It’ll be so lovely.” Hoseok was reaching the very edge. “Everyone will know you’re getting fucked to be bred.” He bent down, closing his eyes and breathing deeper to control himself. “Being too horny when you’re ovulating, walking around the house in nothing but an oversized shirt.” He slapped your ass once, twice, three times, trying to last at least one more minute. “You’re really begging me to put a baby inside you.”

“Please, it’s all I want, please, Hoseok!”

“Such a good girl. You earned my cum so well, my sweet berry,” he managed to coo before he gave irregular, violent strokes.

“Oh, please!”

He lost himself once you squeezed him as tight as you could, forcing him to spill all his cum inside you, the hot spurts shooting against your oversensitive inner walls while his mouth opened wide, letting a few seconds go by before he actually managed to make a sound.  

He rammed inside you with animalistic force, fucking his cum deeper inside you, letting your tight cunt milk him until his balls didn’t feel heavy and uncomfortable anymore.

His sweaty forehead hit your nape, but you barely registered that. Pleasure crested and your body became numb to everything, finally giving in to exhaustion as your vision blacked out.

You didn’t know how long it had been when you managed to come back to reality; Hoseok was quiet behind you, your bodies now resting on your sides.

“Giggles,” he called gently.

You hummed and nodded.

“Are you doing okay, honey?” His voice was raw and concerned.

“I’m okay. Tired.”

He kissed your shoulder, where he could spot a bite mark darkening. “Do you need anything?”

You shook your head. On a second thought, you changed your mind. “Stay inside,” you whispered.

He did as you told him.

“I really want kids, Hobi.” Your voice was shaking and fatigued after all the heavy breathing and crying and screaming.

“We’ll have as many as you want,” he replied, drawing a line of kisses. “Whenever we’re ready.”

You nodded and scooted further back into him.

“You’ll be so beautiful, with a big round belly, glowing in happiness.” His hands caressed your body reverently. “You’ll be so sweet, breastfeeding our child on a rocking chair. And you’ll be the best at lullabies. Your voice is so nice and soothing,” he was getting emotional. “You’ll make the prettiest, gentlest of babies.”

You caught his hands in yours. “And you’ll spoil them rotten.”

“How can I say no to a mini-you?” He took in your scent, the smell of him and you and sex so deeply interwoven with every fibre of your being. “I hope they look like you.”

You tried to cuddle him as you heard him sniffle. “You’ll be the best dad in the universe.”

He gave a small laugh. “For now I’ll focus on the idea of getting all them babies inside you.”

You chuckled and wiggled your hips against him, squeezing around his half soft cock. “I second that.”

[hskrealm]

protection. (m)

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader (y’all i literally typed min yoongi instead of jungkook THIS IS NOT HIS STORY I CAN’T GET HIM OUT OF MY HEAD)

genre: smut, fluff

word count: 1.8k

warnings: it’s called protection but there is none lol, soft cuddly jk, thunderstorms, cockwarming, oral (f receiving), kind of domestic, just something sweet since all i write is intense fucking

summary: your boyfriend acts as your distraction during a thunderstorm.

notes: inspired by the thunderstorm that happened here two days ago, and an anon who asked for a soft nsfw one shot w/ jk.

“Oh, damn.”

You flinched as another lightning bolt struck the ground with so much intensity that it looked as if the sun were out for a few seconds.

You knew this particular bolt would bring some pretty heavy thunder with it, especially since it took about fifteen seconds for the actual sound to follow the lighting.

“It’s getting pretty bad out there, isn’t it?” Jungkook asked, flicking his eyes up past his phone to rake over your figure for a few moments.

“Yeah...” You confirmed wearily, feeling sick to your stomach as the rain began to fall harder outside.

It was cool in the house, the lights were flickering a bit, and a small amount of rain managed to get inside. The atmosphere was stuffy, and it felt like some sort of opening to a bad horror movie, which you were not here for.

For your boyfriend, though, this was a walk in the park. He didn’t mind stormy weather at all, and often preferred to fall asleep with the thunder blasting past the music in his headphones.

He twisted his lips up in a frown as you brought your knees up further into your chest, slowly enclosing them within your arms as you kept your gaze at the wall in front of you, occasionally taking a glance outside if you heard or saw something you really didn’t like.

“Why do you even bother looking out there if you know it’s going to scare you more?” Jungkook asked, setting his phone down on the arm of the couch as he relaxed his posture and spread his legs a bit.

“I’m not scared,” You immediately responded, cursing under your breath at the unexpected jolt your body did when the lights began to flicker again, “I just like to check to make sure I’m not gonna die.”

Jungkook snickered and shook his head at your defiance, although he found it adorable that you were afraid of a little bad weather.

He didn’t mind, though. It was during times like this he could pull you into his lap and throw his arms around you without your complaining about making him uncomfortable for sitting on him for a long period of time.

“Come on, baby.” He smiled a bit as you turned your head in his direction, patting his crotch area gently with one hand while beckoning you over with the pointer finger of the other.

You shook your head, and Jungkook raised an eyebrow. You said no to him often when he asked you to sit on his lap, but you always ended up there anyway. Either by your own will, or a small bit of coercing.

“Don’t wanna?” Jungkook asked simply, relaxing his posture against the couch and throwing his arms over the sides of it. You shook your head once more, and he nodded once.

“Alright. It’s your call.” He shrugged, closing his eyes with a pleased smile as the thunder began to come down so roughly that it caused a few objects in the room to shake.

You fiddled with your fingers and took another glance over at Jungkook, envying him for thriving off of moments like this.

Now that you thought about it, his lap was always warm and inviting, and would it really hurt for you to...keep him warm? That’s all you were doing. This was for him, not for you.

You cleared your throat with fake confidence, which immediately caught Jungkook’s attention. He opened his eyes and raised an eyebrow at you expectantly.

“You know what, since you asked me so nicely—“ A continuous string of thunder sounded for a few seconds, and you shot Jungkook a worried glance before the lights went out.

You shot up off of the couch immediately and ran toward your boyfriend, feeling around for his torso before you slowly sat yourself on top of him.

He laughed as you curled up into his chest, your body trembling as the small amount of heat that was in the room left as soon as the power cut.

“What was that about me asking so nicely?” Jungkook asked with a small hum, sitting upright so he could pull you further into him. The muscles of his arms did do an amazing job of keeping you calm, but you weren’t going to tell him that.

“Why do you live off of my fear?” You mumbled into his chest, your hands lightly pressed against his shoulders as he settled his arms around your waist.

“I don’t live off of your fear.” Jungkook’s voice cracked slightly toward the end of his sentence, and you shot your head up to look at him.

Although you had to squint to see it, you could make out the uncomfortable expression on his face as he swallowed thickly.

“This is why I don’t sit on your lap, Kook.” You sighed, wondering why he didn’t tell you he was uncomfortable. You placed your hands on either side of his thighs to pull yourself off of him, but he pulled you right back down, so harshly that it knocked the breath out of you momentarily.

“Sit there, and stay still.” He warned, but why would you listen to that?

You wiggled around a bit, as much as you could before Jungkook got a death grip on your hips. You couldn’t believe it when you felt the boner in his sweats pressing against your inner thigh.

“Please don’t tell me you’re hard right now.” You asked, tone monotonous as you stared blankly at him. He probably couldn’t see your face, but you were sure that your voice change would show your disappointment.

“How could I not be hard when a pretty girl is sitting on my lap?” You could almost hear the shrug in his voice. You lowered your head down into your hands and sighed heavily.

“You’re horny because I’m afraid?” You wanted to laugh a bit at the situation.

“So, you are afraid!” Jungkook quickly tried to switch the topic. You lifted your head.

“That’s not the point here.” He smirked. You’d probably roll your eyes if you could see it.

“I just made it the point.”

“Jungkook—“ He cut you off, holding you tight against his chest as he stood up, flinging you playfully onto the couch so you were lying on your back.

He pulled your (his) shirt up to reveal your breasts, nipples already hard due to the lack of warmth in the room.

He licked his lips and latched his mouth onto one of them, twisting the other between his thumb and pointer fingers gently.

You moaned, back arching off of the couch. You weren’t sure what you were expecting him to do when he picked you up, but it certainly wasn’t this.

He have your other nipple the same treatment with his tongue, biting gently at the sensitive little nub.

He placed a kiss between your breasts, moving his way down your upper body as he moved backward a bit to make room for himself between your legs.

He began to nip and lick at your thighs, and your legs began to shake as he breathed gently against your clothed core.

“I can-“ one kiss to your thigh, “-think of something-“ and another, “-that’ll distract you for a bit.” One final kiss, this time right over your pulsing cunt. You hissed.

“Starts with h, and ends with d.” Jungkook teased, hooking his fingers into the sides of your panties as he tugged then down your thighs slowly, not bothering to pull them off completely.

“Husband?” You joked, and Jungkook smiled against your pussy lips, the small action sending your stomach into a frenzy.

“Not quite. Good guess, but you’re about a month or two ahead of the game.” He kissed the hood of your clit gently, before wrapping his pretty lips around your bundle of nerves and sucking it gently into his mouth.

You moaned weakly, sliding your hands into his hair as he placed his large hands against your inner thighs, spreading you gently so he could enjoy more of you.

You and Jungkook talked of marriage often, but hearing him openly admit that he was planning to ask you to spend the rest of your days with him sometime soon made this entire experience all the more arousing.

You gasped as he replaced his tongue with his thumb, gently circling your clit with practice as he took a few licks toward your tight, wet hole.

Jungkook knew your body so well that he didn’t even need to see to make you a whining mess.

He delved his strong muscle inside of you, growling quietly against your cunt as you squeezed against his tongue.

He always played around a bit when he was given the pleasure of tasting you, and this time was no different. He’d flick his tongue wildly inside of your pussy, draining your body of every ounce of that delicious juice you had to offer him, or he could take it slow, and bring you to your peak steadily.

He opted to drive you to the brink of insanity today, so he fucked you open with his tongue while rubbing frenzied circles against your clit.

You were too quiet for his liking, so he slapped gently at your clit to bring you back to your senses.

“Feels so good,” You praised him with a small stutter, dropping your hands down to your sides. Jungkook quickly took them into his much larger ones, intertwining his fingers with yours as he pulled you closer toward your orgasm.

Your chest began to rise and fall rapidly as Jungkook brought his attention back to your aching clit, catching you by surprise as he began to switch between teasing the nub and collecting the sweetness that pooled at your entrance.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum soon,” You warned, and Jungkook smiled.

He began to trace patterns against your clit, your moans turning into pathetic whimpers as you teetered on the edge.

With one final graze of his teeth against your clit, you clamped your thighs around his head, and Jungkook gripped your hands tighter as he tasted your release on his tongue.

He stimulated you through your high, waiting until you released his head from between your legs before pulling away.

While you caught your breath, he tugged down his sweats and slid your panties down to your ankles, gently lifting your feet as he threw the ruined garment to the ground.

He sat down on the couch, reaching over to you to pull you up onto your knees.

“Come on, come sit on my cock.” He cooed, and you spread yourself over the tip of his length as he gripped your hips to control the pace at which you slid down onto him.

“Ride you?” You asked breathlessly, and he shook his head and pulled you into his chest, just as he did earlier. Your eyelids began to sag.

“Just sit, sweetheart.” You nodded, squinting once the lights began to flicker a few times before they turned on.

“Lights are back.” You mumbled sleepily. Jungkook laughed, and you smiled as you felt the vibration in your chest.

“I see.” He ran a hand up and down your back soothingly.

“I’m tired.” Jungkook hummed.

“Get some rest then.”

“Love you.” You were beginning to drift off, but not before you heard,

“I love you too.”

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Sorry this is late! But I wanted to read a little bit more of the manga to really capture their essence the best way I can. Having said that, there are no spoilers here. I did both the sfw and nsfw~ Hope you like it! <3 Reposting this bc the tags weren’t working.

Dabi

|| SFW ||

He's all about subtle signs of affection. He won't give you a bear hug in front of everyone but during LOV meetings he will slide you a napkin that says "you look good tonight". You have a box where you keep those messages.

One of the cutest things about him is his deep chuckle. It’s pure, it the closest to honest laughing you’ve heard from him. You’ve only heard him do that sound few times, and maybe that makes it even more special

He has a hard time feeling vulnerable, which mean you shouldn’t expect romantics confessions. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you, he does, but he’s working on a way to express it.

Trust is a big no no from him. He doesn’t trust people, and even if he does trust you a little bit, it’s not completely. You accept this, knowing his childhood may have something to do with this and his personality and you decide to just show your trust in him in any way you can. He’s surprised the next time you fall asleep on his chest while on his bedroom, trying to comprehend why you would show such a vulnerable side to him. After this happening a few times, Dabi discovers it feels good to be trusted on.

When he’s cuddling, he’s always the big spoon. You’re still working on convincing him to be the little spoon. He likes laying on his side, his hand on your hip while he lays his head on his folded arm. Sometimes, he will caress your skin with his thumb in soothing motions.

You enjoy sitting in the bar and getting drinks with Shigaraki. You’ve managed to get Dabi to sit at least for a little while with you two, but he doesn’t stay for more than a couple minutes. He rolls his eyes as he goes away, knowing he will have to deal with your drunk ass later when you come find him in his bedroom.

The first time Dabi fell asleep next to you it wasn’t planned. He was tired, came back to his room to find you reading on his bed. While mumbling something, he laid next to you. He had the idea of taking your clothes off, but he was out before he could try. He woke up a couple of hours later, jumping, just to see you were still there, holding the same book. He pretended not the notice the blanket you had put over him to keep him from being cold. It hasn’t happened again, but it’s a victory in your book.

When you’re in any of the LOV’s meetings, you tend to take Shigaraki’s side more than Dabi’s. Not because of anything particular, but you think it’s better to follow a clear leadership. This sparks jealousy from Dabi, not saying anything out loud but it definitely ticks him off. If you want to know how he lets that frustration out...

|| NSFW ||

Listen, you didn't hear it from me but guys with daddy issues have HUGE dom vibes. I don’t make the rules.

This fella will dominate you every chance he gets. Even in the odd chance he agrees to let you ride him, he's going to be topping from the bottom.

Expect filthy language. "You like sucking my cock, slut?" and so on

You were the one that sided with Shigaraki, you really expected nothing would happen?

Loves overstimulating you, he gets off of the slight pain before the pleasure speaking starts again. He's always in a competition with himself to see how many times he can make you come.

Spanking is a must. If it doesn't make you clench around him, it wasn't hard enough.

Daddy kink? Not so much. Yes, he has daddy issues but calling him daddy doesn't vibe with him. Sorry.

Grunts deeply instead of moaning but holy fuck, you could just come from hearing him like that.

Loves cockwarming when he's done. He won't cuddle you after sex, but he will keep his cock deep into you while burying his face on the crook of your neck. That's romance for him.

Loves fucking you in all fours and instead of grabbing your hips or pulling your hair, he'll put his hand around your neck, steading him. Oh yes, choking turns him on too.

One time you were behind the bar, pouring another glass for you and Shigaraki when you felt him grabbing your ankle. You squeaked and looked down, seeing him smirk at you, holding his finger to his lip, telling you to keep quiet. When Shigaraki asked what happened, you lied you saw a bug. You continued your conversation, feeling him opening your legs, lowering your underwear and burying his face on your crotch. You damned your decision to wear a skirt that day, as you did you best to hide the fact your boyfriend was about to make you orgasm. Just a little reminder of whom you belong to.

Since each time you have sex is at least two - three rounds, he likes cumming on your face on the first round. Please, please, please lick your lips and wipe your face with your finger only to suck on it. It helps him get hard again (almost instantly) for the next round.

Shigaraki Tomura

|| SFW ||

It’s not regular dating. You don’t have a set day for anniversaries, there wasn’t a question asked. You two were more of a gradual thing: from the drunk kiss you gave him out of the sight of the others to the very sober kiss you both exchanged when you talked about what happened the night before, things kind of unraveled from that.

Tomura told you to keep it on the low because of the fear of putting an even bigger target on your back if people found out about you two. He then admits it’s also because heroes would try to kidnap you to get to him and he didn’t want them to see an opening.

Fair point

You found out it’s quite amusing to have a secret relationship.

He slowly starts opening up to you. Even if he starts with small details that seem to give nothing out at first, you begin to grasp a better idea of who he is. You find yourself falling more in love each day.

Isn’t quite fond of the relationship you have with Dabi, even though he knows it’s friendship. Tomura has caught Dabi checking your ass multiple times when you don’t see him, but if Tomura tries mentioning it you brush it off, saying he must check out other girls when you’re not looking.

Tomura’s a little emotionally insecure. He won’t sit you down and talk about it, but with time, you started noticing little tell-tales that he was giving your relationship way too much thought.

That was your cue to get him alone on his room and sit on his lap. You would wrap your arms around his neck and just say there for a moment, comforting him, wishing he could tell you exactly what was bothering him. But you knew he wouldn’t just confess, so being extra cuddly was the next best thing.

Biggest pet peeve, he enjoys when you kiss him all over his face. He always rolls his eyes while you do this, but he’s really into it, don’t be fooled.

Will draw intricate patterns on your face with his finger. Softly, almost not even touching skin, it just relaxes him.

|| NSFW ||

High-key very into fingering. Whenever you're in a group meeting he will try and finger you under the table if he has the chance. You better not let anyone realize this though, so keep your game face on.

A little bit sadistic at first, not gonna lie BUT can be persuaded to fall a bit on the sub side if you play your cards well

A secret to push him over the edge is praising. Throw your eyes back, let him feel how your body is trembling from pleasure and be very vocal about how good he's doing you. He'll start thrusting so damn hard you'll see stars

Hair pulling but not just hair pulling. More like wrapping your hair around his wrist in a swift move and then grabbing a handful and pulling it, making your head tilt backwards. Perfect for doggy style.

Loves taking you on different furniture, but one of his favourite places is a chair. He gets to see all of you bouncing against him and it’s easier for you to reach orgasm in that position.

Is into leaving small biting marks all over your body. Just a little reminder he’s been there.

Will eat you out like it’s his last meal. You’re not getting him off unless you’ve had at least three orgasms. If you can squirt, he’s a big fan, especially when he’s doing that.

Moans A LOT when you’re the one sucking his cock. Puts a hand behind your head to make you go even deeper, loving the sound of you gagging against his erection.

[eleanorbloom]

Eighth Deadly Sin (Bryce Lahela x F!MC) 🍋🍋🍋

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x F!MC (Eleanor Bloom)

Warnings: N.S.F.W content, graphic content not suited for minors.

Prompt: Day 3 of Kinktober. Hair Pulling | Office Sex | Swallowing

 A/N: Bryce Lahela deserves all the good things in life, and that involves filthy filthy plotless smut and intense blowjobs in supply closets. This is very self-indulgent work because Bryce is such a giver and I only wanted him to receive something good and filthy. I had a lot of smut written that I realized it wouldn’t make the cut in my series, so I decided to divide it in three fics. This one is the secuel of day 25 and prequel of day 23. 

Hope you enjoy it! 🔥🔥🔥

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Eighth Deadly Sin

That Thursday had been a day like no other. Less hectic than usual,  with good outcomes,  and no Pitas. It was the middle of the afternoon when Eleanor got an unexpected text. The cherry on top.

“Hey hot stuff, do you have a moment? 😏.”

“In about five minutes, why?” —She replied. The emoji said it all, so it was unnecessary to ask why, but she had the hope that Bryce would give her some sneak peek. 

“Supply closet on the fifth floor, near the new wing.”

But no. Eleanor had a feeling what was that about, though.  The supply closet he was talking about was in a secluded area and most of the time Bryce convened her to meet there, they weren’t for  the most decorous reasons. Well, a meeting in any supply closet would never be innocent, honestly.

After finishing with a patient, she took the stairs to the fifth floor. She hadn’t even confirmed her guess, but she already was feeling a pulse under her scrubs. Even a kiss, just a hot kiss would cause her those sensations. That amazing was her boyfriend and that foolishly in love she was with him.

She bit her lower lip as the door of the supply closet was in her vision, and sauntered carelessly, checking subtly that no one would see her getting in the room. As the door opened, she found Bryce with one arm leaning against the wall, and his signature flirty smile all over his face.

“Hey”—Mirroring the smirk, she closed closing the door behind her. The very sight of him made her mouth feel dry.

“Hey yourself”—He replied taking her by the wrist and pulling her towards his strong body in one motion, leaving her curvy body flush against his. Their faces were inches apart, eyes observing lips until none of them couldn’t resist it, and cut the distance in one intense and wet kiss.

His lips were warm and hungry, and Eleanor could tell he was already aroused before she got in, because when she slid her hands over his toned muscles, she heard a brief pant in his breath.

“I think my suspicion was right.”

“You would suck at your job if you weren’t right, honestly.”—It wasn’t necessary to ask what was her suspicion, the fact that they were tangled and kissing frantically in a supply closet was eloquent enough.

“And I probably would be the worst girlfriend.”

“Luckily you’re very far from that.”

When she sank her hand under his scrubs, she felt his skin blazing and slightly sweated, making her pull up his scrub impatiently to kiss his chest. Bryce assisted her by taking it off,  her lips now traveling up to his shoulders and neck, leaving a trail of kisses in her way up to his jaw and down to his chest, devouring his skin avidly when she reached his pecs.

Eleanor slid the tip of her tongue over his nipple and looked up at him, expecting his reaction while the other hand was pinching and drawing circles in his areola.  

Bryce whimpered and bucked his hips against her body, making Eleanor notice the protuberance growing under his pants.

She stayed there for a moment, delighted as if she was savoring the sweetest beverage she had tried, his pleasure adding a complex flavor to her drink, spicy ending. She swapped sides, sucking now the other nipple, while her finger kept pinching the wet and swollen nipple on the other side. 

“You’re an angel with that tongue.” 

“And I haven’t even shown you everything I’ve got” —She murmured in a sultry voice, her hands now raoming down his abs, sensing how his body shifted as she was approaching his bulge, completely incarcerated, begging for release and ease.

He gulped as her hand kept going down slowly, every move studiously executed. 

Suddenly, she parted from him and pulled out her white coat and the top of her scrubs, leaving only her bra on. His eyes scanned her body in a second, remaining in her breasts, turgent under the indigo bra and making a cleavage that probably was one of Bryce’s favorites.

Before his hands could reach them, Eleanor got on her knees, her face perfectly aligned with his pulsing tight.  She placed her hands where they had been just a few moments ago and went even more down.

Every finger was touching him with conscious premeditation as Eleanor planted a hand over his crotch, feeling the warmth exuding under the fabric of his clothes. Bryce groaned at the sight of his lover giving him a mischievous smile while her hand began stroking his swollen member in a consciously—and agonizingly—slow and soft way.

“What do you want me to do, my love?”—Her voice is soft and compliant as her hands were now skimming between his muscled tights and sharp hips,  one hand returning to caress the prisoner and the other was roaming over his chiseled abs.

“You already know.”—He sighed, feeling how his patience was dropping as Eleanor wasn’t giving him what he wanted.

“Maybe, but I want you to tell me.”

“I want you to eat me out”

“Just that, just suck your dick?”—When she discovered where was the tip of his cock under his boxers, she drew circles and lines randomly with her fingertips, the touch tickling his skin as the fabric was making it feel rougher than it really was; all this without parting eyes from him.

“No…”—He groaned again”—I… want you to swallow me.”

“Okay…”—Her fingers were down, tracing all his length until she felt his balls.

“And drink everything I give to you.”

“Now we are talking about.”—In one swift movement, she tugged his pants down, leaving his boxers on and resuming her previous task, this time, closer to his skin.

The fabric was even warmer and a bit wet with precum. Eleanor couldn’t help but chew her lower lip at this view.

“Now tell me: how much you’ve wanted this?”

“Eh… Every day since you gave me the idea.”

“And where did you imagine it? At home? At the on-call room? Maybe at Donahue’s?”

“No, no, always in a supply closet, in this supply closet actually.”

“And here you have me.”

“And here I have you about to make my dream come true.”

He bucked against her once again when her hand gripped him a bit more firmly.

“What do you want, love?”

“I want you to touch me.”

“I’m touching you.”

“My dick. Not my boxers. I want you to touch me with your lips and tongue.”

Eleanor slid her fingers under the hem of his boxers, feelings the tip of his flesh viscous and soft, then she tugged it down and his penis, now free, exposed itself before her swollen, hard and erected, motioning straight to her mouth.

“Oh my god”—She gasped and watched it for about fine ten seconds, like a cat who found feast, before starting to plant feather-like kisses along his hips and pelvis, and teasingly just around his balls and cock. Then finally, she slicked her tongue in his balls, making him shiver at the contact.

“Fuck”—He sighed.

And she felt and saw how his length tensed even more with so little contact.

“I was waiting for this too.”

“You were?”

“Mmhhm—She hummed, giving short licks to his balls again, and then starting to go up the base of his member .— Is inevitable thinking about doing this to you…—And up—…when you’re looking so hot every fucking single day of your life—And up—You should be a deadly sin.”

Until her tongue found the wet tip of his dick, shiny with more precum, and it stayed there for a few moments, slicking it quickly.

“I’m… Oh fuck… I’m not an expert, but there is al… already one for that and it’s called lust.”

Eleanor chuckled at his effort for mantaining a conversation.

“Nah. This is completely different. Just seeing you it makes me hungry and horny and I can only be satisfied if I eat you out”—And now she went down, starting at the top, and going down to the base.—“A combination of lust and gluttony might be.”

He released a hearty laugh.

“You really know how to boost an ego, don’t you?”

“Actually yeah, it’s pretty hard to boost an ego as big as yours.”

And then up again, this time quickly. 

“But I’m not interested in boost your ego, actually. I just want to make you cum.”

Eleanor took his glans between her lips, kissing him softly at first, until she began to add a bit of tongue, alternating with soft strokes with her lips, her and her cheeks hollowing out.

“More…”

“More what?”

“I want all of it in your mouth, baby”

Eleanor obeyed, and took all of him in her mouth, feeling his warm flesh all around her tongue and past her throat, back and forth, until she goes down again, but this time drawing random patterns with her tongue until she began to move faster, bobbing enthusiastically while she heard Bryce panting.

“Baby, you’re amazing”—He sighed with his hands placed over her head, stroking her hair gently.

Then she took it out of his mouth to look at him under her eyelashes and smiling smugly. She knew he would cum soon so she stopped to observe him from below.

“Are you enjoying yourself up there?”

“Very much, babe”

She went to his balls, taking all in her mouth while she stroked his shaft with one hand. 

“Oh, god. God. Yes…”

“You taste so good, my love, that I want to eat you out every day.”

“And I’m not going to stop you, y’know?”

Then she started moving again, synchronizing her hands in circular motions with her tongue swirling around him, his skin feeling multiple sensations and pulsings each one different from the other. After a few more thrusts, she finally decided to go deeper and moved her head from left to right until she managed to feel the tip of his dick deep in the back of her throat.

He shuddered.

“Fuck, Eleanor stay just right there…”—Bryce pulled her hair roughly, keeping her just exactly where he wanted, his dick deep buried in her head, feeling her gagging. She nodded at first, but then Bryce saw her eyes glistering mischievously.

“Oggay”—The vibrations of her throat reached him, tickling the tip of her cock, and making him shiver instantly.  

“Shit, you’re insane.”

As she realized the effect it was having in him, she couldn’t stop.

“GGes”

“You’ll drink all of me, you hear me? Everything I’ll give you”

“Mmmmhhmm”

Bryce started to rock his hips against her, pulling her hair more tightly.

“Yes, fuck me, baby, you’re doing amazing…”—His words faded as Eleanor picked up pace, moving hard inside him, while her hands were grabbing her butt strongly. Bryce stopped her and he began to thrust her instead.

She moaned unexpectedly. The vibrations made him groan, but he knew she wasn’t teasing him.

“What is it? Are you turning on?”

She nodded.

“What’s turning you on?”

She took his hand on hers, suggesting he should keep bucking against her like he was doing.

“Oh, you want me to conduct you just as I like it?”

She freed his cock for a second.

“I’m not used to this commanding side of yours and it’s making me so fucking horny.”

“Oh, damn, and  you want me to boss you while you suck my dick?”

“Yes, please.”

She took him in her mouth again and sucked him hard. Bryce held her head still and resumed his thrusts. She had no choice in this, she was almost powerless, every move she was making was controlled by Bryce.

“If you want me to stop, just tell me, okay?”

The speed, the deepness, how much time she would stay there. Everything controlled by him. 

She couldn’t help but moan again. She felt his dominance growing, and instantly knew the power her confession had made in him. He had never been like this. She looked up, his eyes fluttering, the muscles of her arms taut around her head.

She hummed, tickling his dick again. It was all she could do, she had no power over everything else, just the vibrations inside her throat.

“Fuck, Eleanor.”

“Mmmmmhh”

He growled deep and he intensified his movements, his hips rocking quickly against her mouth, always reaching her throat.

“Fuck. Fuck. Baby I’m ccggggo”—He yelped while his hips bucked unevenly against her, until his release streamed down her throat. 

With herculean effort he managed not to scream, the sensations washing all over his body, leaving it numb. 

But he wasn’t done yet.

“Open your mouth, you dirty sinner”—He commanded as he stroked his dick with his hand and placing it over her tongue.

Eleanor stared at him big eyes while swallowing what she had received just now, and then she opened her mouth, her tongue out and firm, waiting for the lusty liquid to drip into her taste buds. A few droplets went down her chest, but she kept swallowing and drinking everything Bryce was giving her.

When he was ready, he looked down her chest.

“Take it all”

Eleanor took the liquid with her index finger and suck it hard, leaving it clean.

“Good girl.”

“You taste so good, baby.”

“I can feed you whenever you want it, babe.”

“Even if it means to spend eternity in Hell, I’m all for it.”

After a few moments, Eleanor gets up from the floor while Bryce pulls his pants on.

“No uh”—He made Eleanor stop in her tracks, as she was taking her scrubs to put it on again. Bryce kissed her in the lips, feeling his own taste in her mouth

“I wanna know how much this turned you on.”

He took her by the hips and sank a hand under her panties

“Oh, fuck. You’re fucking soaked, babygirl.”

He captured her lips in his desperately, moving his middle finger in circles over her nub.

“Bryce…”—She whimpered lolling her head back— “I have to get back… soon. I’ve been away for too long and I have some pending with the Team.”

Bryce, pretending not hearing her, with his other hand tugged the fabric of her bra to one side and slicked his tongue over her nipple.

“Oh fuck, please let me go.”

"You don’t want me to make you cum just by sucking your tits?” —He sucked the other nipple, and then just made rapid moves, making her squeal.

“As if you have never done that before.”

“I know. And I want to do it again.”

Just has Bryce was about to unclasp her bra, her pager went off. She took her coat and checked the device.

“I have to go. It the DT.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be fast.”—Bryce took her by the hips, kissing her jaw, and ignoring her again.

“No, if you’re giving me an orgasm like this, I want to enjoy it, savor it, so, it’s pending for tonight.”

Eleanor freed herself from his grip to put her clothes on as quickly as she could. 

“Hey, wait a second”

“What?” —She turned to him.

“You were amazing, baby. You gave more than I could’ve hoped for. As always.”

She chuckled.

“I’m happy. You deserve more, but you don’t let me.”

She gave him a chaste kiss in his lips, and then disappeared behind the door, her cheeks still suspiciously flushed.

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