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angeliclovely69 · 17 hours
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Hiii! So I really enjoyed your adam fic about morning sex before work. It made me want to ask if you could do similar for lute?
Lute x Fem!band member!reader where they have sex right before reader's concert?
If you want more info on the reader: nervous about the concert, lead singer, a guitarist, botto. (U can ignore these)
Thank you!
OMFG YESSSSS! I’m so sorry this has been delayed, I’ve been sick:(
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Pairing: Lute x Lead singer!Fem!Reader
Au: NonAngel
Warnings: Lesbian sex, porn with very little plot, sub? reader, oral sex (reader receiving), fingering, swearing, anxious reader
20 minutes. You have 20 more minutes to freak out before you had to be on stage in front of a huge audience. You’re the lead singer of one of the most popular bands in the world.
Lute hates seeing you pace around, shaking your hands, before every show. Did she understand it was stressful? Yes, but she also knows that every show is amazing performance. This time she decides to calm you down herself.
“Baby, sit on the couch a take a breath for me. See isn’t that better?” Her words are so soft, almost sensual, and you don’t fully grasp why. You nod despite that. You do feel better, she always makes you feel better.
“Good, just sit back and relax for me.” As she sinks slowly to her knees you finally understand what she is doing. “We can’t! They’re people just outside that door. They will hear.” You whisper yell, crossing your legs to prevent access. “They won’t if you’re quiet. You can be quiet, can’t you?” You nod, already soothed just from her words.
She slowly uncrosses your legs, looking into your eyes for permission. If you say stop, she’d stop. You don’t. You nod softly, allowing her to unzip the black jeans and even lifting your hips to make it easier to remove them. “Just relax for me. I wanna take care of my baby. Can I do that?” She asks again, wanting you to verbally consent. “Yes, please.”
She doesn’t even take off your lacy underwear, just nudges them to the side and holds them there with one slender hand.
A soft kiss to a bundle of nerves and you’re just about thrusting upwards, wanting more. She smiles as she place a kiss to your thigh. This simple action causes a groan form your throat. “Don’t tease!” You whisper yell, pleading for mercy.
Usually it would take begging to get her to obey your words, but unfortunately, she simply didn’t have the time. She swipes a flat tongue from your hole to your clit, then sucks. Soft lips make you big your lip to avoid moaning. The action would’ve rattled her in normal circumstances.
She loved the way you sounded. It got her off more then anything else. You sounded like an angel fallen just for her pleasure. She almost wished that the crowd could hear the sounds you kept just for her. Almost.
“You taste like my damnation.” She said with a groan, eyes flicking up to meet yours. You grab her hair at the root, tugging softly at her sucking on your clit so gently. She moans. You throw you head back softly at the feeling. “Eyes on me dearest.” You obey easily. Always so eager to please.
She coaxes you to lean down a bit and puts two fingers in your mouth to suck. You groan around them and she laughs softly. She pulls them out, smiling at the shine of your spit coating them. She rubs a small circle over your clit before slowly inserting them. A curl of them has you biting your lip harder.
Her fingers are perfect. They reach the perfect spot. The spot that has you toes threatening to curl. You let out a soft moan, a mere breath compared to what you’re holding down. She revels in your pleasure. It soaks her panties.
She curls them over and over as she moves to suck your clit again. “Faster!” You’re voice breaks. She obliges. So good. So fucking good.
You can barely form coherent thoughts, let alone words. All you feel is the knot wound tight in your core. So close. So fucking close. “Ple-ase!” You manage. You want more need more. She gives everything. One last look into her eyes has it snapping with a force to rattle the stars.
She coaxes every last drop of pleasure from your orgasm. Letting your taste cover her tongue. She rises to her feet and leans down to whisper in you ear. Still rubbing soft and slow circles. “Fuck, baby. That’s it. Good job. You did such a good job.” Her voice coaxes you from whatever spell the pleasure has you under.
She laughs at the soft, dazed smile on your lips. The one that disappears when you hear “Preforms! Five minutes! Come to the stage now!”
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kvrokasaa · 2 days
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Birthday Sex
cw: SMUT, mdni pls, rin x reader, reader is afab, mention of cunt and pussy, pet names (baby, sweets, my love), reader has a birthday in November, mention of Isagi and Bachira, mention of NNN (no nut November).
wc: 1.4k
a/n: I thought of this while i was reading smth ab nnn and birthday sex came on lol
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It's been a year since you started dating Rin and he's been the nicest boyfriend. The most respectful one that you've ever had. He always holds the door open for you, which every man should do but all your ex's just walked in without you, he holds you close almost every night, there are some nights when he works late but you're sure he holds you close after you've fallen asleep. He always buys what you want, even after telling him that you don't need it, but of course, if you stare for longer than 8 seconds, he buys you it. He quite literally worships the ground you walk on.
Since your sixth monthsary, he told you that he's ready to have sex when you're ready. People would've said that he's moving too fast, but you two have been friends since your first years in middle school. You know this guy won't defile you and walk out of your life. He's one of the only men you trust in your life.
So, now that it's been a year of your relationship, you want to tell him that you're ready. Not to mention that it's your birthday month, smack dab in the middle of November.
But oh how much you want to kill his friends now. You accidentally overheard some of their conversation earlier and now you feel left high and dry.
"So," Bachira started, "You gonna participate or what?" You heard your boyfriend hum in question of what the former meant and Isagi finished. "NNN, no nut November." He stated matter-of-factly like everyone should know already. It's been a week into the month, but it's not like Rin's gotten anything from you, so he simply shrugs. "Why not?" He leans further onto the couch, resting his back.
Your pout formed in your mouth when you heard his response. You shouldn't feel too mad at your boyfriend, after all, you guys don't have any sexual contact with one another. But still, would it have hurt to say no?
So here you are, arms crossed and sitting on your shared bed, pouting and grumpy. Rin has been asking you what's wrong for the past ten minutes, but you don't want to answer. It's too embarrassing to tell your boyfriend that you want to have sex after he just agreed with his friends that he'll participate in the NNN trend.
Men, they're too competitive.
"Baby," Rin pouts when you still haven't told him what's wrong. "C'mon, sweets, tell me what's wrong, yeah?" He rubs your thigh and you almost physically react to his touch. A sigh escapes your mouth and you finally give in when you see his furrowed brows and small pout.
He's too cute for his own good. "It's just," you pause, unsure how you should word this. What if he laughs at you, worse, what if he ignores you? What if he tells you to calm down! Your eyes cast down to his hand, his thumb brushing reassuring strokes on the fat of your thigh. "I wanted to tell you that I'm ready."
Rin tilts his head a little, confusion evident on his face. "Ready for what?" His eyes widen, "Wait, did I forget about something? I'm sorry, my love." You almost want to laugh, of course Itoshi Rin thinks the best. You shake your head and sigh again, "No. I mean that I'm ready for..." Your voice dies down, a little scared to say it. But when you see that Rin is still confused, you elaborate. "I'm ready to have sex." You blurt out.
His eyes widen when he realizes. Oh, he thinks. But before he can find something to say, you blurt again. "I heard you talking with Isagi and Bachira. You're going to do the NNN trend. I was just hoping for it next week, cause you know.
My birthday's next week and I thought birthday sex would be nice. But if you want to participate then it's fine." Your hand makes its way to his, intertwining your fingers with his. A chuckle escapes Rin's mouth. He brings your intertwined hands up to his mouth and kisses the back of yours gently. "Baby, I couldn't care less about that stupid trend. I only agreed because I thought you weren't ready yet. But if you're sure you're ready-" "I am, I promise I am," you interrupt. He smiles, "Then I'm ready too. Who cares about a stupid competition when I have the cutest and sweetest girl asking for me."
You didn't realize how close Yukimiya got until his lips pressed against your neck, his teeth grazing your sweet spot. A small mewl left your lips and a blush crawls its way up to your cheeks and ears. He pauses his ministrations and looks deep into your eyes, "Again. I want to hear you again." His lips find their way back to your neck, this time sucking a purple hickey.
You close your eyes at the feeling of his touch on your neck. The thought of people seeing these marks on your neck makes your thighs rub against one another. The thought that everyone could see these marks, the thought that everyone would know that you belong to Rin makes you throw your head back, allowing him more access to your neck, your shoulders, your collarbone, anywhere he pleases.
Rin's mind is full of the same thoughts. You're his now, his possession, his trophy, his treasure. His. His. His. You belong to him now. A growl rumbles from his throat, his teeth clamping on the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Your warmth and scent almost drive him to the point of insanity.
His fingers dance around the hem of your shirt, almost dropping into your skirt. But he seems to change his mind. You feel his hand move to your thigh, and his fingers trail up to your panties.
The groan he lets out sounds almost like a bitch in heat when he feels the wet patch on your panties. He moves them to the corner of your thigh and almost immediately, his fingers thrust up into your cunt. You gasp as your eyes roll up to your skull. Your velvet walls clench around his digits as he moves them in and out of your wet pussy. "Good girl." He groans out.
His thumb reaches up to your clit, circling, rubbing, pinching, just to hear those sinful sounds. His lips find purchase on your neck again, his teeth clamping down and marking you as his. He moans when he tastes the crismon from your neck. He pulls back just to admire his work. Purple flowers bloomed along your neck, and teeth marks litter on your shoulder and neck.
"Mine," his tone is full of possessiveness. "You're mine," he almost growls out. When you don't answer, he grabs your jaw and forces you to face him. "Say it." He doesn't let go until he sees your mouth move, your voice uttering out the words, "I'm yours." "Louder." He demands. "I'm yours!" His smile grows, but his eyes show his true feelings. Lust, ownership, and possessiveness swim through them. "Good."
Rin pumps his fingers faster, chasing your high with you. He wants to taste you, wants to ruin you. Your back arches to his chest, and your head falls onto his shoulder. Your whines echo around the otherwise quiet room. The only sounds could be heard from your wet cunt and your sinful moans. "Right there~!" You moan out, your voice hoarse.
"I-I'm close!" Rin smiles and leans down to kiss you, his fingers continuing their ministrations in your pussy. "Cum for me," he whispers against your lips. He kisses down your jaw and that's the last thing you feel before pleasure takes over your mind. The only thing you can think of is his fingers pumping in and out, in and out, in a rhythm.
Your orgasm hits you as you chant out his name. Rin leans down and kisses you again, silencing your moans. "Good girl." Your panting comes to an end when you get pushed against his chest, his hand running smooth streaks against your hair. "Do you want to go further?" He looks down at you with love, full adoration and love. You nod in reply, not trusting your voice.
Rin smiles and lays you down on the bed. From the way his eyes change from love to lust, you know that tonight has just started.
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luffysscraps · 6 months
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NSFW ALPHABET;🔞;FT MONKEY D. LUFFY
Cw: Fem reader; NFSW;🔞; Luffy is a warning himself
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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex); He’s a little floaty to say the least. He’s in and out of Ecstasy and sleepiness. “Y-y/n? How do you feel… *snore* I’m tired…” He tries to stay awake, he really does but cumming just felt sooo good and now he’s sooo tired. He wraps an elastic arm around your body to pull you close and then snuggles into your neck before falling asleep. Not much clean up is done, he sees no need to and has no problem sleeping in the mess of your juices and his cum.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s); Oh he loves every single part of your body, but if he had to choose one part it’s not the typical ass, thighs or boobs. It’s your mouth. Something about your mouth is just so sexy to him, your lips, your teeth, the wetness, the warmth. Hmmm it melts him in seconds. He could just make out with you all day and cum from that if he wanted. Sometimes he gets boners just watching you eat something.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically); He’s nasty with his cum. He’ll cum anywhere and everywhere on your body. Your mouth, boobs, thighs, ass, stomach, back, inside your pussy, even in your ear. He loves the way you look when you’re completely drenched in his seed.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs); Luffy has no secrets, whatever he wants to try something he’s into he’ll tell you in a heartbeat without any hesitation or embarrassment. You laugh a certain way; “Man that was hot.” You’re sucking on an ice pop; “I wish that was my dick!” You simply sit down; “Why don’t you sit on me for once!?” All cats are out of the bag when Luffy’s around and he has no shame in telling you what he wants.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?); It’s hard to tell. I mean Luffy mates for life, one and done is enough for him. If he lost his virginity to you then you’re going to carry his children and die next to him. So he’s inexperienced in that department, but when he’s having sex it’s like his primal instincts just tell him what to do. He’s not a nervous virgin who slips up his first time, he’s acting like a sex god. Taking and learning from every single signal your body give him. Your surprised when he found your clit and abused the hell out of it! You thought it was his first time but here you are getting fucked to bits by a virgin. Afterwards you asked him and he just shrugged. “Just did what I thought was right!” He’ll laugh. “By the way why are you turned on when I touch your pee hole doesn’t that hurt?” “THAT’S MY CLIT YOU DIMWIT!”
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying); Piledriver. He loves to get in between you and have your body hunched over on itself while he holds your legs and almost breaks you in half. It’s the best position! He gets to see your body bend and twist with every thrust, and he can still see your face while he fucks you. He’s smiling down at you while your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your head getting smothered against the bedsheets with each and every thrust. Every now and then one of his hands will tickle your side just to hear your moan and laugh.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.); Are you serious? This man is goofy as hell even in the bedsheets. Nothing is ever serious to him, especially sex. To him sex should be a fun and heartfelt time. So he’ll crack jokes, tickle your sides, even make funny faces just to hear your beautiful laughs. “Y/n you moan like a chicken!” “N-no~ I don’t~! Y-you moan like a-a cow!” “Ha! No I don’t a cow would moan like this! MOOO~” You’ll cum and laugh at the same time with this man in bed.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.); Not groomed at all. He sees no point in it, it’s just going to grow back so why bother? He doesn’t care if he’s hairy down there, and he doesn’t care if you are either.Body Hair’s natural on bodies or else it wouldn’t grow there. He doesn’t see the big deal about it.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect); He’s not romantic most of the time, but there are times where he’ll go on about how much he loves you while thrusting into you. It’s a rare moment where he’s not focused on cumming, but instead focused on getting the point across that he does love you. He loves you more then anything this world has to offer.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon); This man jacks off all of the time. Especially when he’s bored and there’s nothing to do, so if you’re not around or if you’re really not up for sex he’ll jack off. But he does it in your room—He’ll cum in your panties and put them back in your drawer like nothing happened. He’ll cum on your bed sheets and just cover the stain up with a pillow. He jacks off in your room because it smells like you and feels sooo warm. Your room would be covered with his DNA and if you ran a UV light over it you’d probably set your room on fire. (Ignorance is bliss)
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks); He has so many, and I mean soooo many. One I haven’t talked about before is his scent kink. There’s something about your natural scent that drives him crazy. Your all natural smell, no lotions, no body wash, no perfumes to cover it up. It’s just so enticing. It’s just so… you. It smells so good. So after a long day of work out on the sea you lay down on your bed for a quick breather then plan on taking a quick shower before bed. But Luffy won’t let you. He cuddles up to you wrapping his limbs around you and he won’t let go. “Luffyyyy! Come on I need to take a shower I smell gross!” “No you don’t! You smell…. Good~” and before you know it he’s got your legs over his shoulder and his dick at your pussy’s entrance.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do); It’s a tie between your room and out on the deck. Well he like your room because it smells like you, and he could feel your presence everywhere in the room. It’s like he’s fucking twenty thousand of you at the same time. But he also likes out on the deck because it’s so exciting to think about getting caught. He likes to pair up with you on night watch and then fuck you over the railings. He’ll giggle and tell you to keep your voice down the others are sleeping.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going); Anything you do gets him turned on. If you sneeze, if you hiccup, if you just walk towards him he’ll get sprung at the most random times. You’ll be telling the team something serious and just gaze over to him to see if he understands and everyone is just staring at his hard on. “Uh oh….” “boner alert.” Nami and Usopp laugh on at their captain’s hard on. “DID YOU EVEN LISTEN TO A WORD I SAID!?” “Yeah, som’thing bout’ fight to save the island, can it wait like five minutes I’m hard and your speech was so sexy ;(“
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs); The only thing that would turn him off was if you were actually hurt. At the first sight of blood he pulls out and sits you up asking if you’re okay. “Ah it’s okay Luffy I just wasn’t all the way ready! We can continue-“ He feels SOO BAD! He refuses to go on even if his boner is still raging. He never in a million years wants to hurt you. So hurting you is where he draws the line. (Now if you’re on your period that’s a totally different topic )
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.); It’s a tie! He loves eating your pussy for hours on end but he also loves when his cock is deep down your throat. He’s a babbling mess when you go down on him the same way you are when he’s down on you. So 69 is the best position when he wants to eat you out but he also wants his dick sucked.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.); He’s fast and rough most of the time. He doesn’t know what the word. “Gentle” means. He just thinks with his dick when he’s having sex and his dick wants to go fast and feel your insides grip him tighter. So that’s what he does. But if you ask him to slow down, if he’s in his right mind he will for about two minutes or so. Then it’s right back to him chasing his orgasm.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.); Quickies are fun to him! He loves them, if he’s got a boner he’ll rush over to you and throw you into the nearest broom closet; bush; tree. And in about three minutes or so he’ll come out with a satisfied look on his face while you’re still recovering, covered in hickies and cum. He just gets these urges where he needs to give you all of him and show you his love, and those urges happen more often then not. Sex with him can go on from anywhere to 2 minutes to 3 hours.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.); All Luffy does is take risks and the same thing applies in the bedroom. He’ll try anything he’s read about recently or just a random thought that comes to his mind. “Y/N! Why don’t you fuck me tonight! Chopper said there’s this thing in my ass and it’s basically a giant cum button! Can you press it for me?!” “Luffy! I don’t have a dick!” “Hmm you’re right! Well use your fingers then!” “Or you can stretch your dick straight into your asshole! Haha-“ “Y/N! YOU’RE A GENIUS-“ “I WAS JOKING-“
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?); Hours, days, weeks, months. His stamina is that of a world record marathon runner. Sometimes he can only take one or two rounds but other times he can go up to twenty. It all just depends on the day and his mindset.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?); “Toys what are those?! Let’s try them out!” He says as he’s stuffing the whole rack of anal beads down his throat thinking they were grapes. He doesn’t know what he’s doing but they’re a lot of fun! He loves stuffing your cunt full of vibrators and watching them all twirl and buzz against your slick. He’ll try some out too! You have a blindfold on him, a cock ring around his balls and his hands tied behind his back while your putting on a… what was it called? A strap on? He doesn’t know what that is but he’s ready to have some fun! “Oh boy! I can’t wait for the surprise- Ahha~!”
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease); Luffy loves to tease you. “Where do you want it?” He’ll ask and once you finally recover enough to answer him he’ll shove his cock back inside of you with a grin continuing to fuck you into a babbling mess. “What was that?! Can’t hear you hehehe!” He’s giggling and laughing at your attempt to speak.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.); Oh my gosh he’s so loud. He groans, whimpers and moans loudly right into your ear. “Y/n~ y/n~ oh~ oh~ Y/n~” is all he can say most of the time.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character); Dare I say it. You already know that Luffy likes to stretch his dick inside of you. He makes it so long that it knocks on you womb’s gate with every thrust. He also likes to feel your own skin stretch out with a stomach budge when he’s deep inside.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes); Good lord. 7’1 inches soft, 2’3 inches thick. Big and fat juicy balls. Uncut, A dark tan color shaft and a light coral red tip. This man is packing and doesn’t even know it. If he sits manspread you can see his dick print through his shorts while he’s soft. He doesn’t get what the big deal is about, what? Is his size not average?
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?); His sex drive reaches the heavens and stars above. Luffy needs to cum AT LEAST 10 times a day. It’s that bad. Normally he likes to fuck them all out at once in a hour long session, but if he’s low on time or has something going on, quickies will suffice his urge to cum. You can usually tell when he’s about to snap, he’s biting nothing and gripping his thigh so harshly. He’ll just stare at you like “I need you now.” And teleport you and him to the bedroom.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards); “ah~ Luffy I’m cumm-“ “Zzz…” As long as you’ve finished, he’ll fall straight to sleep. As much stamina as he has, once he’s out, he’s out like a light. He won’t even move he’ll just fall asleep on top of you with his dick still inside of you. Look he means well but he’s just so sleepy.
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I had tooo much fun writing this! <3 my brain dead king! Zoro and Sanji NSFW alphabets are coming soon!
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paulinelove13 · 2 months
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Yandere Rich Boy HeadCanons
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💵Yandere Rich Boy who’s driving to school in his expensive car when he nearly hits you in the school parking lot. 
💵Yandere Rich Boy who’s ready to have a hissy fit after you scratched his car but when he looks at you all the anger melts away.
💵Yandere Rich Boy who helps you up and hands you a check (yes he keeps a check book on him at all times) for any damage he might have caused your god like bo—WAIT
💵Yandere Rich Boy who’s shocked that you don’t want his check and instead you continue to walk away from him like he’s a nobody. He won’t take that.
💵Yandere Rich Boy who rushes home after school and hires private investigators to spy on you so he can discover more about you and all that jazz.
💵Yandere Rich Boy who learns from the investigators that your name is Y/N and that you live in the most expensive apartment block called Angel Heights. But Yandere Rich boy also lives their it’s perfect.
💵Yandere Rich Boy who tells his dad everything about you and they exchange stories about there love as Yandere Rich Boy’s Father did all these things to his wife first. 
💵Yandere Rich boy who shows up at your door to your surprise. There is no point in asking him how he found your address.
💵Yandere Rich Boy who invites himself in your house and orders his servants to load the gifts into your apartment. By the time they are all gone you can see he bought you lots of expensive jewellery, a Rolex, a bunch of flowers and…
💵A PUPPY💵
💵Yandere Rich Boy who leaves your apartment after your distracted with his little gift.
“Oh Y/N all the money I’m going to spend on you after we are married”
Wait what does he mean by that?
This is part 2 👇🏻
https://www.tumblr.com/paulinelove13/740488226624684032/yandere-rich-boy-x-reader-pt-2?source=share
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starzioo · 22 days
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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐓. 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄.
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This is a smut one shot.
Word count: 4.8k
This is gonna be a one shot about Theo!
WARNINGS: SMUT, drinking, smoking, suggestive topics!
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Theo had decided that for the trip him and his friends take every summer that he would take them to tour his home land, Italy. They had been there for about 3 days before Theo decided he should take them to the club his father owns. It was the hotspot of Rome’s nightlife. It was a cool summer night in the heart of Rome. You and your friends had been partying together all night hopping club to club, getting free drinks and gifts from men who had nothing better to do. Of course you never actually engaged in any activity with them. All you did was talk for a few minutes and maybe give them a dance, but never anything further. As you and your friends all cram into the black SUV uber you decide that you’re gonna go to Erotica. Erotica is one of the biggest and most popular clubs in the city. Of course it was gonna be hard to actually get in but a group of totally hot girls? What bouncer wouldn’t let you guys in? The small 5 minute drive to the club was spent taking selfies and having those drunk girl conversations. Beside from your totally drunk friends you were just barely tipsy. “Thank youu~” All of your girlfriends said to the driver nearly in sync. You all got out of the car and examined the long line of others waiting to get inside. You walk up to the bouncer. “Hiii how’s your night going?” you say sweetly tilting your head. “Good. And yours?” The tall and buff bouncer says nonchalantly as he examines you. “I’m gooood~ but I was just wondering if maybe you could let us in…without the line wait.” you say sweetly. “Mmm I don’t know about that…” the bouncer says hesitantly. One of your friends chimes in. “Pleasee~ we would really really appreciate it!” She says now standing beside you. Another one of your friends joins. “Yeah, I mean what’s the harm in letting us in now?” She says sweetly. The man’s sighs. He opens the red velvet ropes that separate you from him. All of your friends cheer and thank the bouncer. “You need ID?” You ask him. “Nah you ladies just have a good night.” He says flirty. You kiss him on the cheek and you and your friends head in. The music is blaring, you can feel the bass in your core. “Where do you guys wanna sit?” You practically yell to your friends trying to get them to hear you over the music. “Let’s just go to the bar! We can try to find someone with a booth!” One of your friends yell back. You lead your drunken friends over to the bar where you all sit. “What can I get you ladies?” The bar tender asks. “Can I get a vodka cranberry? Also can we start a tab?” You say as you hand the bar tender your card. He nods as the rest of your friends put in their drink orders. A few minutes later the bar tender hands you your drink. Nearly as soon as your friends get their drinks they hear a specific song come on. They all run to the dance floor drinks in hand leaving their purses and other belongings at the bar. You sigh. Seeing the sight of all their belongings on the bar.
You couldn’t just leave the valuables there, so you stay just on your phone sipping your drink. Making sure none of your friends valuables get stolen. You’re zoned out on your phone when the bar tender says. “Ma’am? Someone sent you a drink and wants to buy you a booth.” He hands you the drink. “Oh really?” You tilt your head, “and who may this person be?” You ask the bartender. “The bar tender motions over to a group of guys sitting in the VIP section of the club. You see a group of about 7 guys and 1 girl. They’re all sitting on a black couch conversating and laughing as your eyes scan the group one guy is staring back at you. Eyes locking, he smirks slightly. You raise the drink to him signaling a thank you. He nods. You turn back to the bartender. “Did he give you his name?” “No ma’am, he just said he wants you to be comfortable.” He shrugs and goes back to making the drinks.
You finish the ‘sex on the beach’ that was sent to you. You gather your friends things and walk to the hostesses stand at the front of the club. “Someone bought a booth for me and my friends? I wasn’t given a name but the bartender over there told me?” You ask. “Ahh yes, Mr. Nott was very adamant for getting you the best of the best! Right this way!” She says leading you to the VIP space of the club. Once you’re there she leads you to not so much a booth but a full couch fit for about 20 people. The VIP section was nothing short of luxurious with black and gold detailing with dark lighting. The regular purple, red, and blue club lights still reaching. The table in front of the couch is set up with an ice bucket with two bottles of Armand De Brignac Ace Of Spades Champagne. “You weren’t kidding when you said best of the best?” You laugh looking at the expensive champagne. You set your friends things down onto the table. The hostess nods and laughs, “The VIP bar is just back there and your server will be making rounds to your table every so often!” She smiles then leaves to go back to her stand. You immediately sit and text your friends group chat. ‘Come to the VIP section I got a booth!!!’ Almost seconds after you text the group chat your friends are standing infront of you. “Y/n are you joking VIP??” they all laugh and sit down grabbing their belongings off the table. “What can I say?” you laugh shrugging. “Did another lonely old man but it orrr?” One of your friends says as you all laugh. “Noooo actually he was quite handsome.” You say slyly. The table erupts in ‘Oooooo’ “He sent me a drink as well, we didn’t even talk! He just bought a booth for us. All the bartender said was, ‘He said he wanted you to be comfortable.’ like huhhh? And he set us up with champagne aswell!” You say giggling grabbing one bottle from the ice bucket, presenting it like a trophy to your friends. “Ouuuuu Y/n seems like you have a rich boy crushing on youuu~” Your friend says. “Stoppp now who’s gonna drink this with me!!” You say opening the bottle. You pour champagne for all your friends and cheers together then down your champagne. “Y/n~ cmon you haven’t dancing with us allll night!” Your friends say practically dragging you out off the couch and leading you to the dance floor.
With one of your friends behind you, you and her dance together. Dancing as drunk girls do, you were both dancing like you were together. Your hands above your head, you were swaying and dancing like a stripper basically. You had felt eyes on you but you couldn’t pin point where they were coming from. You closed your eyes and swayed your hips. When you opened your eyes again you finally realized who was staring. He’s still sitting on the same couch, his legs man spread, smoking a cigarette. His eyes are scanning your body as you dance. His gaze going down then back up to your eyes. Your eyes meet his. When he realizes you staring back at him, he slightly smirks. You hold eye contact with his as your moves begin to be more seductive and slow. He licks his bottom lip.
You suddenly feel an unfamiliar presence behind you it’s no longer your friend behind you but it’s now an unknown man. As he slips behind you, you still hold eye contact with the handsome man on the couch. His eyebrows furrow and he tilts his head slightly, still holding eye contact with you. Until your break it looking at the man behind you. He’s actually quite cute. Your hips sway against him and his hands lay on your hips traveling from there up and down your body. You turn your head back to look back at the man who was on the couch, but he’s gone. You shake it off and continue dancing. When you feel the man behind you get practically ripped off of you. A man from security was holding him by his arm, with no words being said security pulls the man to the front of the club and forces him out of the door. You still stand there on the dance floor in awe of what just happened. You feel two cold strong hands snake onto you from behind. The figure was pressed up behind you, you feels his head near your ear. “He wasn’t good enough for you bella, he had to go.” He whispers with his low husky voice, an Italian accent laced his words. You smirk knowing who was behind you. You turn around in his arms now facing him. His grasp still tight around your waist. You look up at him, your hands resting on his chest. “And you’re better?” You say flirtatiously. “sai che lo sono. non meritava di toccarti in quel modo.”(You know I am. He didn’t deserve to touch you like that) He says moving your hair out of your face. You smirk at his fluent Italian. “Grazie per tutti i regali, signor nott.”(Thank you for all the gifts Mr. Nott.)You say playing with the button of his shirt. “qualsiasi cosa per te stupendo. Balla con me?” (Anything for you gorgeous. Dance with me?) he practically purs into your ear. You nod with a small flirtatious smile. You turn back around. Your back now facing him, your hands snake up and around his neck. Your eyes are closed, you open them to see your friends giggling and gossiping with each to her about your current predicament. “Who’s that?” one of your friends mouth to you. You mouth back to your friends “VIP” They all start gigging and oooooing at you. You laugh a small bit continuing to dance with the mystery man. His cold slender hands travel up and down your waist only pausing when you turn back around to him. “Come ti chiami, bello?”(what’s your name handsome?)You say running your hands down his neck. “Theo Nott….or as you know me, Mr. Nott. he laughs lightly What’s yours bella?” “Y/n…Y/n Y/L/N” “Your name is as gorgeous as you…” You lightly blush at the compliment, you break the eye contact with him. He lightly snickers at the motion, his laughs come out basically as purrs. “I saw you at the bar and I knew I had to have you.” He says taking a hand off your waist and up to your jaw, gently guiding your face back to his. You look up at him fluttering your eyes. You’re lost in his stunningly icy eyes. His cold hand remains on your jaw, his index finger rubbing back and forth behind your ear. “Come back to my table with me?” He asks breaking the silence. You small smile grows on your face and you nod.
He takes you by your waist and leads you back to the VIP section. You approach the couch full of his group. A couple of the guys are ‘oooo’ing at the couple approaching the couch. They all sit there drinks in hand, “finally got her huhh~” a boy with icy blonde hair says snickering to the dark skinned boy sitting next to him. Theo just rolls his eyes slightly at the remark and guides you to take a seat next to him, his arm resting on the back of couch where you sit. “Shitt~ I had 100 on her rejecting you mate!” Another boy with a scar across his nose says handing the icy haired boy the money. You laugh lightly at the notion. “So what’s your name?” a girl with a chic black bob says sitting up. “Y/n..what’s yours?” You say extending your hand to her. “Pansy, she shakes your hand This is Mattheo, Enzo, Regulus, Tom, Blaise, and Draco.” She says as she gestures to the rest of the boys as she introduces them. You take one of the cigarettes off the table and light it. “I take it you guys aren’t from here?” You take a puff, when Theo gestures for a hit, you pass it to him. “Yeah we’re just here on a holiday, we’re from the UK.” Blaise says. “Theo just insisted we see his country.” Enzo says snickering slightly as he sips his drink. “Mmmm, qualcuno di voi parla italiano?”(do any of you speak italian?) They just stare back at you trying to not look as confused as they are. Theo then speaks up, “No non parlano italiano nemmeno una parola. Sono sempre stati troppo arroganti per imparare.” (no they don’t speak italian, not even a lick of it. They have always been too arrogant to learn.) He snickers handing you back the cigarette. You lightly laugh at his remark. Everyone just stares at you two. “Well atleast I know english, You shrug and sit up from Theo’s arm. My friends are probably looking for me.” You say standing up to walk away when you feel a cold hand grab your wrist. “va bene amore mio, riportali qui.”(it’s okay my love, just bring them back here.) You smile and nod, he lets go. You walk back to your VIP booth and grab your phone to text your friends. “Mert me back at the booth he wsnts me to bring you guys back to his tsble!!” you text them and wait at the table. After a minute or two they all come as a group up to the couch. “Y/nnn who is this mystery man you ran off with?!” One of your friends asks. “His name’s Theo and oh my god is he perfecttt. Buttt he said for me to bring you all back to his section, anddd he has friends.” You say smirking grabbing all your things from the table plus the second bottle of champagne. They all smile and converse about the current situation. Once they’re ready they all follow you back to Theo’s part of the VIP section. You place the champagne on the table. You sit back down next to Theo, his arm wrapping around your shoulder. You introduce your friends as they all find places on the couch. All your friends take a seat next to whoever, but it’s obvious they chose who they thought was the cutest. One of your girlfriends even sat next to Pansy obviously fancying her. You weren’t sure if Pansy swung that way but after a few minutes of everyone conversing it was made clear that she does. “Sooo are we gonna pop open that bottle or what?~” Mattheo says slyly. The group erupts in ‘yesss’s and excitement. You smirk and grab the bottle. Opening the bottle with the bottle opener. *POP* a rich champagne spraying everywhere. Everyone’s laughing and smiling seeing the champagne spray. You fill everyone’s cups. “To new friends?” Draco says toasting his cup in the air, with his arm around one of your friends. Everyone agrees, and guzzles down their champagne. Everyone seemed to hit it off, enough for you to feel confident to leave them by themselves. “Andiamo a ballare”(let’s go dance) You say standing up grabbing Theo’s hand pulling him up. He stands up flashing you that flirty smirk. As you two walk away Draco asks, “where re’ they running off too.” “They’re just gonna go dance.” Your friend says explaining.
You lead Theo to the dance floor holding his hand by barely linking fingers. As you get to a good spot you turn back around to him to see him looking at you with that same expression. You pull him close. His hands landing back at your hips, yours on his neck. Your fingers tracing patterns on his neck. His playing with the fabric of your short dress. You both just stare into each other eyes as you sway your bodies to the loud music. Your bodies so close there’s not even room for thought. As the song changes you turn around, your back now facing him. His hands rub up and down your body, not daring to go high enough to touch your chest. Your hips sway into him, his head dips down to your neck. Peppering kisses from behind your ear to the top of your collar bone. You lean your head back at the notion. Your bodies grow hot with the tension between you two growing. As he stops the affectionate kissing your hands travel back up to behind his neck as you continue facing away from him. Your bodies grinding together, your ass against his pelvis. “Cazzo, sei cosí bello che vogilo rovinare il tuo bel viso” (fuck you’re so fine, I wanna ruin your pretty face.) He purrs into your ear. You make a small noise at his needy sentence. He leans back down to your neck leaving a soft kiss on your pulse. “Fallo allora”(Do it then) You say trying to not fully show your neediness for him. He smirks against your skin. “sei sicuro di volero”(you sure you want that?) He purrs against your neck. “No sono sicuro Theo”(I’m sure Theo) He grabs your hand and leads you back towards the VIP section but instead of heading back to the table, he leads you towards an elevator, you both enter, he clicks the 20 button. When he presses you up against the wall of the elevator. His arms resting on either side of you. He starts leaving kisses on your neck. You lean your head back against the wall giving him more room. “Where we going amore mio?” You say with your breath getting heavier, he smirks against your fastening pulse, he lists his head barely. “My place.” Is all he says before he continues kissing you all around your neck before traveling up to your jaw. Once he gets there your body is getting needy. As he gets close to your lips, you suck in one more breath before giving into him crashing your lips together. Your hands now once again around his neck, one of your legs sliding up his side. His hands aggressively pulling your waist closer to him. Your hands pulling on his hair at the nape of his neck. His tongue colliding with yours. Breathing getting heavier. He presses into you, you could feel him hardening into you. You couldn’t help but let out a noise into the kiss. He breaks the kiss by smiling against your lips, then continues kissing you with hunger. You could feel your heart beat everywhere, especially down there. You wanted him, you wanted him more than everything. You could taste a hint of whiskey on his tongue.
*DING*
The elevator chimed as you both arrived on the 20th floor. The elevator doors opened to a beautiful penthouse. Sleek black marble floors, windows over looking all of Rome, the decor having hints of emerald green and gold. As the doors opened he guided you into the house. Both of you crashing onto the wall, still holding the heated kiss. Only breaking the kiss for him to take off his shirt, revealing his defined and muscle ridden torso. Your hands travel up and down his abs. With nott one word being said he tugs on your strapless dress. With one tug at the top of the dress your tits were revealed. Ofcourse you didn’t wear a bra, it’s a strapless dress. He smirks at the sight of your perky tits, slightly bouncing up and down with every heated breath you take. The sight made him hungry for you and your touch. His hungry hot lips collided with yours once again. You pull your dress down to your thighs and let it fall. You’re left in your black lace panties. He hs you pressed against the wall attacking your lips. You raise your legs to his side, his hand goes to your ass and glides down to your legs. He picks you up swiftly, you wrap your other leg around his waist. You didn’t know where he was taking you, but it didn’t matter, all you knew was that you needed him. You need him bad. Your arms laced around his neck. You break the kiss throwing your head back, he begins kissing your neck with his wet lips. Your body was throbbing at his touch. His kisses travel from your neck down to your nipple, he was practically sucking on you. Leaving purple and red blotches all around your chest “nggh~” was the only response you could let out. You feel him open a door behind you, a few seconds later you’re laid gently onto a bed, him hovering above you. You’re both looking into each others eyes, nearly breathless, he pushed your hair off your face. “You’re a mess amore mio.” He smirks. You lay there legs laced around his body. You melt at his words. He begins kissing your jaw trailing down your body until he’s at your stomach. He back up and grabs your legs, he pulls you to the edge of the bed, as he gets on his knees. He begins kissing your inner thighs surely leaving marks. As his gets closer to your throbbing pussy, you lay there breathless, eyes closed, back slightly arched. Just the thought of him begging that close made your mind run wild. His fingers begin tugging at the hem of your panties. He swiftly pulls them off and throws them across the room. His arms lace around your legs making sure you can’t get away. He lays one last kiss on your thigh. “All this for me? All I did was kiss you bella?” He says teasingly before licking you fold to fold. “mmmhnm” You arch your back at his warm tongue. His tongue travels all around before actually entering you. The noises you were making were lewd. He was fucking you with his tongue, he started slow before sucking on your clit. He found it with expertise. You were trying to suppress your noises. He made the perfect meal out of you.
Your stomach was doing flips. His tongue licked every part of you. His once slow movements fastly turned into more hungry and harsh movements. Your hands entangled in his hair, you pulled on his hair, basically pulling him into you. He let out a moan against you from the hair pulling. The vibrations of his noises sent a shock up your spine. Your back arched, mouth wide open with breathy moans being the only thing exiting. As the knot in your stomach slowly tightened from the sensation you pulled him closer. You were grinding into his face, his nose every so often brushing your throbbing clit. Every time without fail your eyes closed tightly. Your thighs were shaking. His tongue entering and exiting you. The knot tightened, as it did your trembling thighs tightened around his head. As they did his grip around your thighs tightened, leaving you no escape. He sucked on your clit, your pussy was soaked in fluids. Your once perfect hair was now all over, a result from you turning and thrashing your head from the pleasure Theo was giving you. “AhhUH~” you practically screaming as the achy pain in your stomach was waiting to be released. “Please~ nggh~” your noises filled the room. Your breathing getting more rapid. “Theo!~” you moaned yelling his name as the wave rushed over you. Your mind went absolutely blank. With your eyes shut, back now completely arched in the air, your hand gripped his locks tighter. His moans sending more vibrations into you. Your moans were getting louder as the vibrations of energy were flowing thru your body. Your grinds against his face were now shaky and uncontrollable. The liquid flowing out of you and into his mouth, he licked up every last bit. As the last rush of energy flowed thru you, you were left breathless. Only when you were fully done Theo came up. He hovered above your completely unclothed trembling body. His lips and chin dripping. “All night I’ve been waiting to hear how you scream my name.” He says softly as he run his hand through your hair. You lay completely helpless underneath him. He back off you, you lay there catching your breath, staring up at the ceiling trying to recover from the erotic effects he inflicted on you. You hear the *clink* of his belt, causing you to actually sit up. You see him taking off his pants, revealing him in his boxers. His bulge only being covered by a thin layer of cloth. The outline of him being completely soaked in pre-cum. He was huge. You sigh at the view. You throw your head back down into the fluff of the comforter beneath you. After a few seconds he’s back hovering above you. “Amore you’re so beautiful..but like I said I wanna ruin that pretty face..” His eyes dark and full of lust. “Please…” You manage to let out as you lace your arms around his neck. “Please what~?” he teases. “Please Theo..fuck me..” You say with your breath fastening at the thought. “Whatever you want darling…” He smirks. He stands back up and once again pulls you to the edge of the bed by your legs. He lines himself up with your still dripping pussy. His tip grazes you, you suck in a fast breath. He slowly pushes into you, letting out a satisfactory groan. You can’t help but moan at his size inside of you. He was huge. His voice laced with pleasure. “Fuck…” he says as he looks up at the ceiling. His movements were slow at first making sure you were comfortable. With every movement you made, he gained an erotic moan from you. His hips rolled into yours, each time making you take his full size. Your body was reacting with pleasure, not with thought. You swayed your hips into his. One of his hands that were once resting on your hips traveled to your clit. The stimulation of him hit your G-spot repeatedly and him massaging your clit made your body tremble with pleasure. Both of you began to get louder and louder. The sound of your skin colliding together each time filled the room. The head board repeatedly hitting the wall. Your back was arching into the air, your tits bouncing with each pump he made into you.Tears filled your eyes from the pure bliss you were experiencing.
“THEO PLEASE~!” you screamed as he leaned down to you, not stopping the consistent movement into you. His wining noises were music to your ears. This man was not shy with his noises. Your hands now once again in his hair pulling and tugging at every movement. You were both getting louder and louder every second. “fanculo amore mio, sei così buono”(fuck my love you’re so good) The sensation he was giving you was something you’ve never felt before. You could feel his size in your stomach. He was deep in you. His thrusts were getting rougher and deeper. You were both intoxicated with each other. He let out a long moan, you felt him twitch inside you. That sent you over the edge. Your mind once running wild with lewd thoughts, now clear. Your mouth opened wide. Eyes scrunched shut. Your dripping pussy tightened around him. Your hands tangled in his hair gripping down harder. He leans in and starts sucking on your tits again. Leaving dark marks all across your chest. You were basically screaming him nam, along with the other loud erotic noises leaving your mouth. The feeling in your stomach finally released. The sensation of you releasing on him made him cum in a second. Both of you reaching your peaks at the same time. His deep and breathy moans were laced with absolute pleasure. The shocks hitting your body like lighting. Your hips still rolling into his. Liquids dripping down your pussy and down his legs. As you moaned he begins to kiss you again. This time rougher. He was fully entranced with you. His body only wanted you he wanted all of you. You could still taste yourself on him. You both his riding your waves, you both let out moans into eachothers mouths. He continued his pace until he was done. His pace slowed before pulling out of you. Theo finally breaks the kiss, laying on his back next to you. You both lay there absolutely breathless. Your body still shaking. Chest rising up and down erotically. You both continue letting out small noises.
Your body still wanting to be close to him. You roll over laying an arm across his chest as you lay your head on him. One of his arms snakes around you playing with your hair. “Eri una principessa fantastica”(You were amazing princess) he breathes out.
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This was my first time writing smut so lmk how it was! Lmk if I need to fix anything. Sorry for the VERY long one shot lol.
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vampi-amora · 9 months
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It’s Baby making time.
Miguel cracked a cocky smile as he looked down at you. Your face stuffed in the pillow and your ass hanging in the air. His pace fast and brutal, that each time he thrusted the air was constantly knocked right outta you.
“M-Miguel” you said, muffled with tears in your eyes as his pace quickened. your ass and back fat jiggling as he gripped your hip with one hand and your neck with the other.
“Hmm? s’too much for you?” He said mockingly, feeling your gummy wall’s tighten around his dick. A creamy ring at the base of his cock showing your arousal.
“Mhhm. please…Needa Break..” you said breathing heavy, trying to pull away, but he just gripped your hip and neck tighter as he pulled you back into him. your back arching as he moved his hand from behind your neck to the front slamming his cock right into that one spongy spot, practically oozing as he came again.
“Mhhm, just one more okay, cariño?” He Said, trailing the hand from your neck, your plush tummy, to your clit. rubbing the sensitive bud as you groaned out yet another gut wrenching moan.
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atiny-moon · 6 months
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Warmup 002 - Wooyoung
18+ FANFIC. MINORS DNI.
Genre: Smut, Drabble
Pairing: Wooyoung x fem!reader
Tags: Boyfriend Wooyoung, cockwarming, small hongjoong feature
Word Count: 1.4K
Send in ur asks & maybe I’ll use ur req for a warmup!
18+ FANFIC. MINORS DNI.
You were sitting in the living room of Wooyoung’s shared apartment, on Wooyoung’s lap with his dick buried deep inside you and your lips locked in a lazy embrace. His hands were lost under your top while your own hands were lost in the mess of his black hair. The kisses, if you could call them that, were long slow presses of your lips against his - your tongues tracing across one another’s occasionally with a few bites sprinkled in for variety. Either he would catch your bottom lip in his teeth and tug or you would do the same to him. There was not a single desire to rush the intimacy of the moment, even if this wasn’t your intention this afternoon.
The idea was to watch a movie and cuddle. The miscalculation was on your part. You assumed Wooyoung was capable of sitting next to you and not lay his hands on you. It started out innocently enough! First he grabbed your legs and draped them over his lap, content for the moment to feel the warmth of your legs resting on him. His fingers drummed a happy little pattern on your thigh as he watched the movie. All was well. For approximately 4 minutes.
Wooyoung snaked one arm around your waist and slipped it underneath his hoodie (the red tie-dye Balenciaga hoodie from his most recent comeback; it was his favorite and ergo your favorite) and let his hand rest on the warmth of your waist. His fingers tracing idle shapes along the curvature of your body. It tickled at first but then grew to feel comforting and you melted into Wooyoung’s side.
But still he wasn’t happy with this, he wanted more. And soon Wooyoung was pulling you into his lap. You put up an act of struggling, trying to wrestle free from his grasp only so you could feel how tightly Wooyoung held onto you in protest. Even though it wasn’t his intention, being this close to you meant that he had to kiss you, he just had to. Before you two knew it, you were a tangled mess of limbs and lips. Your arms draped over his shoulder and were somehow also inside his shirt; his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, his hands grabbing and squeezing any part of you he could reach. And your lips. Your lips were unable to separate - lost in the drunken bliss of the feel of his lips on yours.
At some point there was an intention to have sex, hence Wooyoung’s dick inside you, but neither of you could deny yourselves the pleasure of these kisses. Time did not exist while you two were locked in this embrace.
Every now and then, just as a tease, you clenched your walls tightly around Wooyoung’s cock just so you could feel him sigh into your kiss. In response he pushed his hips into yours, so his member would bury itself even deeper within you. He lavished in the way your body responded - watching the way your back arched and the way your breathing hitched in your throat. But eventually he would get lost in the sweet curves of your face and inevitably fall into the caress of your kiss.
One of Wooyoung’s hands slid out from under the hoodie so it could cup the side of your face - his thumb tracing light lines along the line of your jaw. The kiss deepened. You sighed into his body, melting into the warmth of his touch on your face. Wooyoung pulled away to admire your face through half-open eyes. You watched as he took in every one of your features - the slope of your nose, the curve of brow, the swell of your lips. Finally his eyes fell to the way his hand was buried in your hair. “I like the way your hair looks in my hands,” Wooyoung breathed onto your lips.
Your eyes fluttered close as you felt his hand tug on your hair. You couldn’t control the small moan that tumbled out of your lips and onto his. The way you sound is enough for Wooyoung to bury his hand deep in the mess of your hair and embrace you in another kiss. It was different this time. The way he breathed you in as he pressed his lips into you. The way his lips forced yours to open so his tongue could taste yours. All the while his hand in your hair was tugging at the root in just the right way. You felt your hips move into his.
Wooyoung pushed his hips back into you and pushed his dick further into you. You wanted to pull away from the kiss to moan but Wooyoung’s grip on your hair kept you firmly in place. His other hand that was on your waist found its way to your neck, his fingers coming to rest at the base of your neck as a promise. The way Wooyoung touched you was like wildfire - every caress sent your body aflame.
He pulled away, but only barely, just enough so he could watch your face and the way you react to his touches. He wrapped his fingers around your throat and squeezed. Gently. He continued to rock his hips into your body and you could feel your body react. You could feel the warmth in-between your thighs starting to form, the thoughts slipping out of your mind, and the fuzzy edges of pleasure starting to overwhelm your body.
Your kisses were growing sloppier, unable to keep up with the way Wooyoung was making your body feel. But it didn't seem that Wooyoung minded. If anything, his kisses devolved to match yours. A sloppy mess of tongue and lips tasting each other. With you two lost in the kiss you could feel yourself growing closer to an orgasm.
The door starts to unlock.
The two of you stop kissing immediately. Wooyoung drops his hands from your face and neck, resting them on your thighs. You bury your face deep in the crook of his neck and try to catch your breath. By the time the door unlocks, it simply looks as if you two are cuddling on the couch.. If only mildly inappropriately.
Wooyoung does his best to wipe his face and adjust himself - you feel his cock twitch deep within you and you struggle not to let out a moan. You were so close to an orgasm, any mild stimulation set you off. He squeezes your thighs in an attempt to stabilize you but it does nothing but excite you more. With your face so close to Wooyoung’s neck, you couldn’t help but start kissing at the area where his neck and shoulder meet. You felt Wooyoung lean into the kiss and you could have sworn you heard him close his eyes.
The small moment of bliss was quickly disrupted with a loud shout. It seemed whoever was home had finally finished opening the door.
“Ugh! Gross! I do not want to come home and see you two making out, mannn! Take it to your room my guy,” Hongjoong yelled.
Wooyoung laughed sheepishly and nodded. But it seemed that Wooyoung wasn’t moving fast enough for Hongjoong’s liking because Hongjoong simply stood there with his arms folded over his chest and stared at Wooyoung. “Like, now.” Hongjoong demanded.
Wooyoung stared up at his captain. He was trying to figure out how to word this without sounding crass or even offending anyone. But the way Hongjoong was standing in the entryway, staring at the both of you like some disappointed parent, a surge of defiance washed over Wooyoung. “Alright, but you’re gonna see my dick.”
Hongjoong was visibly confused but was not backing down either. Did he just start tapping his foot?
The silence stretched between the three of you and with a roll of his eyes, Wooyoung tapped your thigh. You took a deep breath and carefully removed yourself from Wooyoung. You snuck a glance over at Hongjoong and suppressed a giggle as you watched Hongjoong’s face fall. Because there Wooyoung was, sitting on the couch with his dick out. Wooyoung shook his head as if to say, ‘I told you so’ before standing up and half-tucking his dick into his sweatpants and half covering it with his shirt.
Hongjoong’s jaw was still on the floor as Wooyoung wrapped his arms around you and started leading you to his bedroom. It wasn’t until you two were inside Wooyoung’s bedroom that you heard Hongjoong yelling out a string of curses.
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flan-tasma · 8 days
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Hello :3 can I request a Lyney x female reader who is a mechanic, and Lyney flirts with her while shes working in hopes to make her flustered, but she ends up flirting back and makes him flustered instead, which leads to Lyney finding out he likes being topped by a girl in bed so, a sub lyney x dom female reader :3 Thank you!
💖~ I had a lot of fun with this, I won't deny it. I have never felt like this in my life heeeelp
Warning: Smut, Fem!Reader | English is not my native language, so if I have made any mistakes in the translation, I am open to corrections | Content in spanish and english!
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Una sonrisa se dibujó en su rostro al escuchar el tintineo de la campana que dió el aviso de su llegada. El ruido del reloj constante entraba por uno de sus oídos y le salía por el otro mientras pasaba a través de los estantes de la tienda repleta de artefactos y cachivaches que, para el ojo de los desconocidos e incultos en tu tipo de arte, pensarían que era producto de un huracán que tiró todos los tubos y los engranajes alrededor de los estantes desorganizados.
Lyney había escuchado tu voz dándole la bienvenida a tu tienda, una frase que repetías casi de manera mecánica cuando la alerta en forma de campana sonaba. Tu entera concentración no estaba en el mago, cosa que lo molestó en algún lugar de su profundo corazón, sino que tu mirada estaba más interesada en el intercambio de los engranajes de lo que parecía un reloj en su más puro estado de metal y agujas desnudas sobre tu mesa empolvada, brochas, llaves y destornilladores te rodeaban como si solo hubieran sido tiradas sobre la mesa para esperar su turno de ser usadas por tus manos que jugaban con las partes del reloj, descubriendo poco a poco el rompecabezas que habías armado y cuyas piezas fallaban de alguna manera para caer en tus manos.
“Parece que ni siquiera tienes tiempo para saludarme correctamente, cher.” El mago, tan dramático como solía ser, se puso una mano en su corazón dolido por tu frialdad. Tus dedos se detuvieron al escuchar su voz, la sombra de una sonrisa en tus labios se formó mientras te quitabas los anteojos y los dejabas sobre la mesa.
La parte de atrás de la tienda es donde solías trabajar, era tu taller, no sé suponía que alguien entrara a tu rincón privado, pero Lyney siempre tuvo este pase de entrada, incluso si nunca se lo dijiste, él sabía que podía pasearse por dónde le diera la gana en tu tienda y tu taller. Ese era su privilegio. Solo suyo.
“Pensé que tenías una práctica para tu show de mañana.” Lyney no soportó un minuto más para tomar tu mano y quitarte tus guantes grasientos antes de entrelazar sus dedos con los tuyos y levantarte para fundirse a sí mismo en tu abrazo. Un sonido de satisfacción, como dejar salir sus preocupaciones desde sus pulmones, te calentó el pecho junto a su otra mano sobre tu cintura.
“Tengo un problema muy urgente y solo tú puedes ayudarme.” El mago sonrió, la misma sonrisa de un zorro astuto a punto de robar algo, la sonrisa que te hizo imitarlo con diversión. “Siento mis extremidades entumecidas cuando trató de subir al escenario, cher. Necesito que engrases mis articulaciones para que pueda volver a mi puesto como el gran mago que Fontaine conoce.”
El chico parecía obsesionado con soltar las peores frases para ligar referente a la mecánica, te habías enterado por Freminet que incluso llegó a pedirle explicaciones a él para planear sus avances al inicio de su cortejo, y parecía que no tenía planes de terminar con sus movimientos. Te sorprendió que no se le cruzara por la cabeza la idea de usar alambres y tuercas como serpentina un día de estos. Aunque no niegas que tal vez sí lo hizo y lo descartó para no hacerte daño.
La sonrisa victoriosa y orgullosa del mago te calentó el corazón, no importaba si querías meterle un trapo en la boca para que se calle mientras seguía soltando una gran cantidad de basura romántica mientras te hacía bailar con él en el pequeño taller. Su corazón bombeaba como el fuego de una maquinaria a vapor, estaba seguro de que necesitaría que le ayudes a transformar ese anticuado mecanismo en uno totalmente nuevo y moderno, así podría amarte mejor también. Tal vez podrías hacer algo como una fuente y jugar con la energía hidráulica para que sus circuitos te den pequeñas descargas eléctricas a distancia cuando pensara en ti.
Sus intentos de ponerte ese precioso color colorado en tus mejillas fue humilde, podrías clasificarlo en uno de los mejores solo porque su voz es preciosa mientras cerca de tus labios y acariciaba tu mejilla con la esperanza de que su magia haga aparecer tu sonrojo. Lyney era un buen hombre y merecía que lo reconocieran.
“Si es así, creo que debo abrirte y revisar qué está mal contigo.” Tu juego pudo haberse quedado en eso solamente, pero no te echarías para atrás, mucho menos cuando el propio Lyney casi se atraganta cuando le quitaste su capa y lo tomaste por los hombros para besarlo. Dio un grito interno junto a un reseteo de su propio cerebro mientras te sujetaba por la cadera y trataba de seguir tu ritmo, pero ya lo habías sentado en tu mesa de trabajo y los botones de su camisa se estaban desabotonando. Su sombrero y su camisa blanca quedaron en tu mesa, el lugar más limpio del taller en el que trabajaban normalmente arreglando guardias robots, ahora estabas aplastando el miembro de Lyney en tu mano mientras lo obligabas a no apartar la mirada.
Sus ojos casi se nublaron cuando tu mano lo agarró por el mentón y le abriste la boca con tus dedos, provocando que un nuevo jadeo se escuche dentro del pequeño taller.
“Tu caja de voz parece que funciona bien, por desgracia. Pero esperemos que una sobrecarga te arregle lo que tienes en la cabeza, amor.” Tu dedo pulgar acarició la punta del falo de Lyney, tus demás dedos parecían recordar las diferentes venas que eran parte de su carne, tu mano empezó a moverse más rápido gracias al líquido preseminal que brotaba desde la punta. “Parece que está parte de ti funciona excelentemente. Felicidades, parece que no estás lo suficientemente dañado como para tener que hacerte un análisis completo.”
Las manos de Lyney se aferraron a la mesa, tratando de arañar la madera debajo de sus dedos mientras sus piernas simplemente caían frente a él, sentía que su cuerpo caliente era arrasado por el espacio pequeño en el que estaba siendo jodido, pero poco le pudo haber importado en dónde iba a soltar su semen para cuando tus labios ya estaban dejando marcas en su cuello expuesto. Sus pezones eran muy sensibles, tanto que solo bastó que los lamiera para que manchara patéticamente tu ropa con su eyaculación.
“Ahí debería estar mejor.” Tu tono lo martirizó cuando tu mano no se detuvo, lo llevaste a través de su orgasmo hasta que prácticamente jadeó como una pasiva contra tu aliento. “Parece que aún no estás totalmente bien. Creo que necesitaré ser un poco más paciente contigo, ¿verdad?”
No pudo evitar gemir un patético “sí” contra tus labios, aceptando cualquier cosa que planearas hacerle en ese momento.
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A smile appeared on his face as he heard the tinkling of the bell that announced his arrival. The constant noise of the clock entered one of his ears and left the other as he passed through the shelves of the store full of artifacts and bric-a-brac that, to the eye of the unknown and uneducated in your type of art, would think that It was the product of a hurricane that knocked all the tubes and gears around on the shelves in disarray.
Lyney had heard your voice welcoming him to your store, a phrase you repeated almost mechanically when the bell-shaped alert rang. Your entire concentration was not on the magician, which bothered him somewhere deep in his heart, but your gaze was more interested in the exchange of the gears of what looked like a clock in its purest state of metal and bare hands. On your dusty table, brushes, keys and screwdrivers surrounded you as if they had only been thrown on the table to wait their turn to be used by your hands that played with the parts of the clock, discovering little by little the puzzle that you had put together and whose pieces failed somehow to fall into your hands.
“Looks like you don't even have time to greet me properly, cher.” The magician, as dramatic as he usually was, placed a hand on his heart, hurt by your coldness. Your fingers stopped when you heard his voice, the shadow of a smile forming on your lips as you took off your glasses and left them on the table.
The back of the store is where you used to work, it was your workshop, I don't know that someone was supposed to come into your private corner, but Lyney always had this entrance pass, even if you never told him, he knew he could wander around where would like in your store and your workshop. That was his privilege. Only his.
“I thought you had practice for your show tomorrow.” Lyney couldn't stand another minute to take your hand and remove your greasy gloves before intertwining his fingers with yours and lifting you up to melt himself into your embrace. A sound of satisfaction, like letting his worries out of his lungs, warmed your chest along with his other hand on your waist.
“I have a very urgent problem and only you can help me.” The wizard smiled, the same smile of a cunning fox about to steal something, the smile that made you imitate him with amusement. “My limbs feel numb when he tried to go on stage, cher. I need you to grease my joints so he can return to my position as the great magician Fontaine knows.”
The man seemed obsessed with saying the worst pickup lines regarding mechanics, you had found out from Freminet that he even asked him for explanations to plan his advances at the beginning of their courtship, and it seemed that he had no plans to end his movements. He surprised you that the idea of using wires and nuts as a streamer didn't cross his mind one of these days. Although you don't deny that maybe he did do it and he ruled it out so as not to hurt you.
The magician's victorious and proud smile warmed your heart, it didn't matter if you wanted to shove a rag in his mouth to shut him up as he continued spouting a lot of romantic garbage while making you dance with him in the small workshop. His heart was pumping like the fire of a steam engine, he was sure that he would need you to help him transform that antiquated mechanism into a totally new and modern one, so he could love you better too. Maybe you could make something like a fountain and play with water power so that his circuits would give you little electric shocks from a distance when he thought of you.
His attempts to put that beautiful blush on your cheeks was humbling, you could classify him as one of the best just because his voice is beautiful as he nears your lips and caresses your cheek in the hope that his magic will bring out your blush. Lyney was a good man, and he deserved to be recognized.
“If so, I think I should open you up and check what's wrong with you.” Your game could have stopped at just that, but you wouldn't back down, much less when Lyney himself almost choked when you took his cloak off of him and took him by the shoulders to kiss him. He gave an internal scream along with a reset of his own brain as he held you by the hip and tried to keep up with your pace, but you had already sat him down at your work table and the buttons on his shirt were unbuttoning. His hat and his white shirt were left on your table, the cleanest place in the workshop where they normally worked fixing robot guards, now you were crushing Lyney's cock in your hand while forcing him not to look away.
His eyes almost blurred when your hand grabbed him by the chin and you opened his mouth with your fingers, causing a new gasp to be heard inside the small workshop.
“Your voice box seems to be working fine, unfortunately. But let's hope an overload fixes what's in your head, love.” Your thumb caressed the tip of Lyney's cock, your other fingers seemed to remember the different veins that were part of his flesh, your hand began to move faster thanks to the precum oozing from the tip. “It seems like this part of you is working excellently. Congratulations, it looks like you are not damaged enough to need a full analysis.”
Lyney's hands gripped the table, trying to claw at the wood beneath his fingers as his legs simply fell in front of him, he felt his hot body being ravaged by the small space he was being fucked up, but little could he do having cared where he was going to release his cum by the time your lips were already leaving marks on his exposed neck. His nipples were very sensitive, so much so that it was enough for him to lick them for him to pathetically stain your clothes with his ejaculate.
“It should be better there.” Your tone tormented him when your hand didn't stop, you carried him through his orgasm until he was practically panting passively against your breath. “It seems like you're not totally fine yet. I think I’ll need to be a little more patient with you, right?”
He couldn’t help but moan a pathetic “yes” against your lips, accepting whatever you planned to do to him at that moment.
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delimeats-000 · 5 months
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Hands - pt.2
pt.1
summary: pt 2 of chris giving in to your fantasies about his hands.
warnings: smut, language
pairing: chris stirniolo x reader
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"No no. It's your turn now." i say pulling up my pants and getting on my knees.
he sits down on the bed where i was. "Oh, yes please."
i lower his sweats as i see the buldge in his boxers get even larger. i slowly move my face toward his v-line and press my lips against it earning a shiver from him.
his hand suddenly grasps my hair, pulling my head upwards to look at him.
“Be good and suck my dick, princess, no teasing.”
i hook my finger under the elastic of his boxers, they visibly tighten from the prominent tent. i pull down and his long hard dick springs up.
it’s not thick but god, is it long. deliciously pink tip dripping with pre cum making my mouth water.
“Fuck, chris. You’re so big.”
“No time for fantasizing, baby.”
as soon and he say that my lips wrap around his tip, kitten licking the slit before going further down running my tongue against his length.
he groans out and pulls my head up by my hair before pushing back down.
i go slow, bobbing my head at a steady pace.
“Baby- fuck y/n, faster.” his voice deep and needy.
i move faster, feeling him twitch in my mouth, i go even further down pushing him deeper into my throat. he then thrusts his hips moving in and out of my mouth, fucking my throat.
tears run doen my face as i hear him say, “Im gonna cum baby! Fuck, FU- FUCK!”
and i feel him streaming down my throats so much that it fills my mouth and drips out a bit.
i pull my lips off, he whines at the now unfamiliar cool air hitting his dick. cum drips from my lips before i swallow, i sweep it back in with a single finger before kissing him once more.
“Taste like me.” he smiles.
“Taste’s good.” i wink.
he pulls me on top of him, my head resting on his chest. his heart beats fast as he begins to talk.
“I don’t have energy for a movie anymore.”
“Good, that movie looked shitty anyways.”
“Shut up, kid.” he says squeezing me before kissing the top of my head.
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im sorry it’s short, i hope you like it. im not proud but ill make it up to y’all. love you 🫶🏼
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greenaway-torres · 5 months
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The way I act up on purpose so that they can put me in my place, which is on my knees in front of them. I want to be teased and broken down and brat tamed. They’ll kiss me through my whimpers just to make me more of an incoherent mess . They don’t care how ridiculous I sound, it only makes them want to keep going.
“Stop running, princess. This is what you wanted right? You can take it. Don’t keep crying like that. You know it only turns me on more.”
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sp0-t · 9 months
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•.⦿ FORCED CLOSE PROXIMITY ⦿.•
MIGUEL O’HARA X gn!READER
SUMMARY ⦿.•
miguel is your close friend, you’ve been friends even before the death of his daughter. he confided in you for everything, always valuing your opinion above the rest. more recently he had put an unwanted distance between you two, although, thanks to lyla a “malfunction” occurs, forcing you and miguel in a close proximity.. which leads to more
GENRE ⦿.•
smut version
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WARNINGS ⦿.•
smut! penetration! pet names! demanding Miguel! slight biting! unprotected sex! (be better) brief cum play? fingering! making out!
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5 days ago… that’s when it first started, him avoiding you. Your stares, your voice, your scent, your presence… you. The reason was unclear to you, you thought about it over and over wondering what it could possibly be.
You couldn’t even enter his vicinity without him walking out the room. However trying to sneak up on someone in an hq full of spider-people, including Miguel, wasn’t easy. He’d always sense you, leading him to stop whatever he was doing and leave the room. Watching this always made you sad, wondering what you could’ve done to cause this, but also feeling a bit ticked off at the audacity he had to avoid you.
Day 6, you had caught up with some spider-people, specifically Hobie and Miles. You had already known Hobie, do to his longer presence at hq. Still the younger boy, miles, intrigued you. He had come far for his young age and short year being spider-man.
You three were simply talking, just chatting, however it was cut short when an alert from your watch caught your attention. You look down, gazing upon the bright light.
O’Hara: Report, now.
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You knew he was serious with the “now” added at the end. staring at it for a bit too long, racking in your brain why this man would now want to talk to you. after six damn days he finally wants to confront you. At least, that’s what half of you was thinking, the other half was wondering if he would finally come clean and tell you everything that had happened. What caused him to go quiet for so long.
“Everything alright there?”
Hobie looked at you with confusion in in his eyes. Finally peeling your eyes away from your wrist you look at Hobie and Miles.
“Yeah, uh I gotta go. I’ll talk to you guys later.”
You walked off and waved them a goodbye, giving them a smile. You were overthinking the whole walk to Miguel’s “office”. Many things were running through your brain, so many that you hadn’t realized you were already in front of the door. Letting out a breath, you twist the handle and push the door open.
“Finally, I swear you like to waste my time.”
Of course, of course he had an attitude. Of course he didn’t know that you had been worried sick for him over the past 6 days. No, stubborn Miguel always had to act high and mighty on his platform.
“Are you serious?”
The look of confusion that Miguel gave you was almost laughable.
“What, did I say something that gave you the idea I wasn-”
“6. Days. It’s been 6 days before you’ve even given me the time of day. Now here I am, standing in front of you hoping, begging you’re finally going to tell me what’s wrong. But instead I get an insult!”
An exasperated laugh leaves your mouth, it’s almost amusing really. How you thought he would tell you something, anything, about what was keeping him quiet.
“I don’t know what your talking about.”
He crosses his arms over each other and looks to the side with a little scowl on his face. You sling your web, attaching to his platform, tossing your body onto the platform only mere inches from his own.
“You have some nerve you know that O’Hara.”
Jabbing your finger into his chest forcefully
“Last I checked you liked that about me~”
“Yeah well last I checked you weren’t avoiding me.”
“I-“
He stopped himself before he could go on.
“I have to go.”
He started to walk off the platform until his watch went off. It was blaring, so loud you had to cover your ears to try and muffle the sounds.
“What the hell is going on!”
Miguel kept smacking his watch, aggressively pressing random things to try and turn it off. Before any of you knew what was going on, a disk erupted from the watch. The force field erupted, surrounding the both of you.
“Lyla! What’s happening?!”
No reply was ever heard
“Damnit!”
He pounded his first on the force field. Trying to claw his way through it, doing anything to get out.
“You already know that’s not going to work, you’re the one who designed these things to be impenetrable. As much as you hate it, you’re stuck with me.”
He let out a heavy sigh accepting somewhat of a defeat.
“I don’t hate you, I could never.”
He looks up at you with sorrow and regret in his eyes. You could already smell the apology that wanted, so desperately, to roll off his tongue and come out between his lips.
“Then explain to me why.”
“Because… I realized something about me, something I didn’t want to admit to you or myself.”
You move forward with caution, still not sure what boundaries are okay to cross at the moment. Your hand eventually meets his shoulder, rubbing up and down with comfort. Your other hand moves towards his face which was turned to his right. Adjusting his face to look at yours.
“Miguel, I have know you for so long, and no matter what you tell me. You will always have me by your side.”
He grabbed your hand with his, holding it gently. The look in his eyes was a mix of emotions; pain, sadness, regret, longing, but most importantly… love. He moved closer, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into him as if you would simply evaporate from his grasp at any moment.
“I love you…”
Silence. That’s all that could be heard for about 3 minutes, Miguel’s grip tightening as if you were going to push him away any second. Your arms made there way around his body, grabbing at his shirt and your face in his broad shoulder as you processed what he said. You, we’re crying, you didn’t know why or even when it happened you just knew that one moment your cheeks were wet from tears. Then you felt it, the droplet that fell onto the back of your neck, Miguel… was crying.
“Why are you crying?”
You let out a little chuckle, him pulling you even closer as he sniffled.
“I’m not, you are!”
“Yeah, I am. I finally got to hear those words.”
He took his face out of your neck, exposing his tear stained face to you. You placed your hand on his face, gently wiping away his ongoing tears. You stood up a bit to kiss his cheeks then his forehead.
“I haven’t heard you say it.”
Both of you looked deep into each others eyes, bodies still close, and your hands still on his face.
“I love you Miguel O’Hara.”
That’s all it took for his hands to softly grab your face and kiss you, those three words that could so effortlessly make Miguel O’Hara bend to your will.
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His hands were on your waist in mere seconds, showing you just how desperate he was. However you already knew by him pulling you in flush against his front. Your groins getting the sweet friction they so desired. You pulled away slightly muttering a curse.
“Everything okay?”
He looked at you with such worry and concern, a hint of lust that had only started to grow.
“Yeah, just, been wanting that for so long.”
He placed his forehead against yours, creating an intimate atmosphere. His eyes gazed into yours as yours gazed back. Bringing one of his hands up from your hip, he placed it on your cheek. You learned into his touch finding comfort in it, in him.
“We can stop amor, we don’t have to go on.”
“No, I want this. I want you.”
He leaned forward pressing a quick kiss to your lips.
“I want you too.”
And with that you were both on each other. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, as he gently pushed your back against the wall of the force field. Tongues were synchronized with each other, and noses were pushing against one another. You started to pull away, Miguel following your lips still wanting more. You giggled and covered his lips before he could place them back on your own.
“can’t breathe.”
“Good, I should always leave you breathless.”
He placed a kiss on your palm that was covering his mouth
“Only me.”
He slowly dragged his hand to the back zipper of your suit. Teasingly, slowly, pulling it lower and lower. Giving small bites and kisses to each spot that would expose itself to him. Your shoulders, your chest, your stomach, and eventually your legs.
“All mine, you’re mine.”
He whispered between kisses. Miguel was on his knees now, holding onto your sides as he kept leaving kisses. His hand gravitated towards your ass, giving it a slight squeeze. Miguel stood up again standing face to face with you once again.
“I need you.”
“Then take me.”
That set off Miguel, he easily picked you up, wrapping your legs around him. His lips marking your neck, pulling quiet moans from you. Before you could think properly you saw that Miguel’s suit was off. Miguel pulled away from your neck. Holding you with one hand, the other on his cock slowly stroking it, bringing it up to your entrance.
“I’m going to put it in, is that okay, mi amor?”
You looked down at where his cock was rubbing against you, finally seeing his size scared you a bit. You could already tell you were going to be sore the next morning.
“Yes, please Miguel.”
“Of course, mi amor.”
He whispered in your ear, slowly sliding it in. You had never taken anyone his size before, however he took it slow, aware of the pain and discomfort you would fist feel. He was less than halfway when he looks up at you.
“Tell me if it’s to much, we can st-“
“No! Please, don’t! I need this, I need you!”
With that Miguel bottomed out in you, erupting a moan from both of you. He then began to slowly slide out again, only to thrust back in with a bit of force, causing you to let out a little yelp.
He let out a slight chuckle at the sound you made, he pressed his lips to yours in a chaste kiss. As soon as his lips left yours, he started to move his hips, slowly sliding his cock in and out of your entrance.
“Like that?~”
He leaned in and whispered into your ear, it sounded like more of a statement than it did a question.
“Yes, Miguel. Please, please…”
Your face was buried in his shoulder from embarrassment and desperation. Miguel’s hand made it’s way to your head, grabbing at your hair. Pulling your head back to make direct eye contact with you.
“Hey, use your words. Behave like I know you can, and tell me what you want.”
His tone is soft yet still demanding of you. The longing eye contact that he holds with you as he awaits your answer, sends shivers down your spine. Suddenly he send a thrust up into you.
“Tell me what you want from me…”
He leans into your ear
“Before I take you the way I want, and fuck you till your legs go fucking numb.”
Another thrust from him sends through you. A moan escaping the confines of your mouth.
“Y-you, I want you Miguel. I’ve always wanted you.”
Your lips reached up to his, both pressing against each other in want and bliss. Miguel started to move his hips, causing you to moan into the kiss. He continued his movements, his only mission being to please you.
As he starts to pick up his thrusts, his head falls to the crook of your neck. A trail of kisses and light bite marks are left behind. You let out whimpers as Miguel groans in your ear, both not far from total bliss.
“Miguel… I-im getting clo-“
“Can I come inside?”
The question left you a bit stunned, not expecting it.
“Yes!”
“Good, cause I wasn’t planning on fucking pulling out.”
And with a few more thrusts, you were filled with more than just his cock. His excess dripping out of you, his fingers find there way down and push his cum back into you. Your body collapsing on his
“Can you stand?”
“I-I think so.”
You try and stable yourself, wobbling a bit in the process. Miguel’s hands hovering over your body, in case you were to fall. Once he knows for sure your stable, he walks over to grab your suit off the floor. He helps you get dressed, bringing his suit back as well.
Once you both were composed he leans in for a kiss, your hands travel to his hair, welcoming the kiss. His hold on you is tight as if you would leave at any second.
“You guys done yet?”
A familiar voice causing you both to pull your lips apart.
“Gosh you guys are loud, whole damn HQ could hear you.”
You both turned to face a small Lyla hologram, a look of smugness on her face. With a snap of Lyla’s fingers the force field was down.
“You caused this?”
Miguel’s fingers were pinching at his nose bridge
“I swear, I’ll rewire you into a mindless bot.”
“Hey! I did you a favor.”
She suddenly appeared beside you
“He would never stop gushing about you, or admiring you.”
Miguel lunged forward trying to grab the hologram, it was no use, as she was gone in a second only to reappear once again.
“Nice try lover boy.”
And with that she was gone, leaving you and Miguel. You walked towards Miguel, placing your hands on his face.
“Come on, let’s go.”
You both swung off the platform, walking away in the distance.
“See,all you need is a little forced close proximity..which leads to more.”
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Yandere! Best Friend
Hello everyone, I haven't posted in a while so I'm making an attempt at writing as much as I can in result of that. I hope you enjoy and please never hesitate in reaching out to me.
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Alessandra has always felt an immensely deep connection towards you, you were simply enchanting. She felt as if she was an English sailor at sea and you were a painfully beautiful siren, luring her to experience nothing but bliss.
She tries her absolute hardest to hide her annoyance when you mention another person when the two of you are hanging out. The most she'll do is mumble an "mhm", but you bet she's rolling her eyes as soon as you turn your back. She can pretend to enjoy the presence of others when you all hang out in a group but she can only do it for so long. Eventually, everyone else will notice her irritation when they take your attention away from her, the smile she once had fading from her face each time.
Can't you see she only wants you? She only needs YOU. She could care less about the apparent need everyone else has to always be socializing and meeting new people, she's got you and that's never going to change.
Alessandra is constantly inviting you out to the cinema, the state fair, the mall, her house, absolutely any place that she can ask you to go to.
When you accept to go to her house for a movie night turned sleepover, she fails her attempt at hiding her childlike glee. She's changing into the pink silk nightgown she bought just for this occasion, spooning you in her pillow filled bed and nuzzling her face into your neck.
Will she smell the perfume you applied onto your neck and go shopping for one with the exact same scent? Of course not.
yes, she will.
Her hands are always wandering but never to an extreme extent. You'll find that her hands are constantly either on your waist or grasping at your hand. You could be standing in front of her and she'll place her hand onto your clothed waist right before softly squeezing it.
You could mention a horror movie that you absolutely love and she'll gift you the film on dvd the next day. When she picks you up for your day out together, you'll answer the door and find her standing with two cups of iced coffee in hand, her flashing a sweet smile as soon as she sees you.
Whenever you call her or send a voice memo of yourself ranting and crying about something, you better get ready to hear her knocking on your window. She'll softly place her hand onto your cheek as she looks at you with the softest look the world has ever seen, "I'll always be here, okay? Ya can't get rid of me and I'll do anything to see that pretty little smile again. So, tell me, who did it, huh? Who made you cry?" You'd be a bit hesitant to tell her about the person that upset you so much as you're aware of how aggressive she can be towards others, but you know that if you don't tell her, she'll find out another way.
It's not strange for Alessandra to call you several terms of endearment. She just can't help it, okay?
Alessandra was born into a family filled to the brim with money, so, if they're going on a trip, you're coming with them. She'll convince your parents to let you tag along and would be absolutely ecstatic when they agree to let you go. "Don't worry about it, I'll take good care of 'er"
Whenever you're eating a meal together, she will always jump to the opportunity to feed you. At first, you'd decline sheepishly as the thought of her doing such a thing made you a bit flustered but she'd eventually convince you, "But it'll make me happy", she says with her pouted lips and big, sad eyes.
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A/N ♕ This is gaudy as shit and I don't care. Idk. There may be inconsistencies with the story, so, sorry. I've been working on this all day. 8 pages on Google Docs so you're in for a read. Good stuff starts at page 3 (mind you, this is from Google Docs perspective.) I read, reread, rereread, rerereread, rererereread .... until I couldn't. This is a little headcanon-y and a little fic-y. It's just what I was feeling. I know you know what to do if there's anything horribly wrong. For real, though. This is so fucking long I never want to see my laptop again.
C/W ♕ Unprotected P->V, F->M & M->F Oral, M->eating his cum (sorta) from F, kinda rough sex but they like it. I'm so brain dead right now that I can't remember everything. Soft broken Hanma eventually. I like you, no shit? I like you too. Kiss kiss. Snooze snooze. Happy happy.
Funsies ♕ A link of the playlist I made while I was writing this in case anyone wants to check it out. I don't think the read will exhaust the playlist so pick any song you want and it should, theoretically work at any point?
WC ♕ 3,915 (ISH - I change things once I get it here on Tumblr, but it's around that.
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♕ You'll never forget the first time you rode on the back of Hanma's bike with him.
♕ He wasn't really keen on the idea of taking you home. You weren't even his responsibility.
♕ But it was a favor for one of his captains.
♕ Hanma put his helmet on you, tightening the strap under your chin carefully so he wouldn't pinch your delicate skin.
♕ He was so pissed when he noticed how pretty your eyes were, staring so intently back into his. He had to shake himself out of the distraction.
♕ "You're not wearing a helmet, Shuji?" You asked.
♕ "This's the only one I have, obviously. And you're going to wear it, got it?" He was so adamant about that.
♕ He got you settled in the helmet and threw his leg over his bike. Looking at you impatiently, waiting for you to get on, he put his hand out and you took it.
♕ You hopped on behind him and wrapped your arms around his straight waistline. And you're not sure if your heart skipped a beat because you were so nervous about being on the back of a motorcycle with him for the first time or if it was how you felt with your cheek pressed to his back
♕ He also noticed how nice your arms felt wrapped around him. He turned his head before he took off and told you you'd better hold on tighter, he doesn't drive like a 30 year old.
♕ Hanma thought he turned his head enough from your line of vision before he smiled. But you saw it.
♕ So you did what he asked and squeezed him tighter, pressing your chest harder against his back.
♕ He started the engine and the vibrations sent shockwaves throughout your cunt body like you've never experienced.
♕ Both you and Hanma thought it wasn't possible for you to get any closer to him, but you both somehow managed to impress the other.
♕ He was at a stoplight about 3 blocks from your house and he reached back to give your thigh a little pat.
♕ "Hold on to me, hana. I'm gonna go like hell when I see that light turn green."
♕ His hand stayed on your thigh even after he took off. Stayed there for so long, actually, that you were getting concerned about the upcoming turn in the road. But he pulled his hand forward just in time to take it with ease.
♕ The wind against your face that carried his scent - which you could NOT place, (Sandlewood? Cedar? It was DELICIOUS to say the least) was starting to make you feel drunk.
♕ You could just barely hear the music playing through the small (but strangely loud) speakers --- Be Quiet and Drive (Far Away), Deftones. You had heard the song before and liked it but now it held a certain heaviness over you. Everything about this moment felt right. The night was warm. The stars were out.
♕ How the fuck had you not realized this before?
♕ Hanma is ... he's fucking sexy.
♕ He pulled up to your place and he stopped the bike, letting it idle while sitting in your driveway.
♕ "Ok, you have arrived at your destination. You're welcome, for the ride of your life." He seemed a little more lighthearted now than when he first was roped into taking you home.
♕ "Yeah. Yeah, thanks. Um, thanks. Do you - maybe ... want some ..." you just couldn't fucking talk. He looked so handsome in the soft yellow lights that lined the street.
♕ "You got some food? I could eat, yeah." He kicked the bike stand out and turned it off and reached up to remove his helmet from your head.
♕ If he missed the blush that washed over your face he'd have to be a blind man. But you noticed a faint smile on him, too. So you think he caught it.
♕ "What do you feel like? I just went shopping and I'm fully stocked." You stood with your back to him, he was in the living room looking around at the shit you had all over your walls. Weird art that made him feel things. Stuff he's never thought himself capable of feeling - not bad things, either. But new things.
♕ And you felt comfortable with all of this. Knowing he was in another room than you. Except, he wasn't in the living room anymore. He was right fucking behind you. You stopped to look up into the cupboard you stood in front of to see what was there, if it was easy and quick to fix up.
♕ He reached out and traced the curve of your waist and leaned in, putting his face to the back of your head. "You going to feed me, y/n?"
♕ Your first thought was who's going to perform CPR on your right now because you're about to die. His breath was so hot on the back of your neck you were able to document the time that your heart actually stopped beating for a second.
♕ Hanma put his hands on your shoulders and ran them down your arms. When he got to your wrists, he pulled them behind your back more roughly than you've ever been touched by any man before.
♕ And he's so much taller than you, so he has to bend over so he can talk right into your ear.
♕ "I'm sure it's ready for me to eat right now. Not much prep is going to be required. I guess, in a way, you could almost call it fast food?" He yanked you so you were standing up straight and your back was flush with his front.
♕ You didn't know what to do with your hands so you just left them where he placed them. He had his free hand back on your waist, squeezing and exploring.
♕ "I don't think I've ever wanted something so bad as I do right now, hana." He said, letting his fingers dip lower and lower. You threw your head back and it fit into the dip between his neck and shoulder.
♕ You couldn't help but think he was such a fucking gentleman, waiting for your permission before he took anything. You leaned back against his chest and turned your head to kiss him. "Then take ... take it. Take what you want, Shuji. Take it all."
♕ Hanma's hand went back up to your throat and squeezed just enough to make you gasp.
♕ He leaned around and pressed his mouth to the corners of your lips, teasing you into giving yourself fully over to the kiss and sliding his tongue down your jawline to your neck. Ending up at your ear once more.
♕ "Good girl, hana. You're so wet for me right now, I can fucking smell it. Tell me what you want me to take. Hm? You want me to take you? You're going to be so good for me. Or maybe not? Maybe you're just going to be a nasty ... little ... bitch. I think I'd like to see that. This sweet girl act you put on. I've seen you walking around like you're just the best thing around here. Well? You going to prove that to me, hana? Huh?" He said, his voice dropping an octave as he ran his hand down your stomach and dipped his fingers into your panties.
♕ He moaned into your ear, "Oh fuck, hana. You're dripping for me. I'm going to fucking ruin you."
♕ He turned you around more roughly than he had to and hoisted you onto the counter, yanking your pants down and kneeling down before you, inhaling your scent. Deeply.
♕ Hanma looked up at you with such fire in his eyes, you couldn't help but feel a little intimidated. He traced his finger over your pussy, feeling your wetness before leaning forward and dragging his tongue over the same invisible line his finger forged on your trembling skin.
♕ You arched your back and gasped as he brushed his lips against your thighs. You could feel how heavy his breathing had gotten. He pushed one finger passed your folds, then two, and you could feel yourself tightening around him.
♕ "Shu, f-fuck. Please, I need ... I need ..."
♕ He looked up at you with his eyebrows raised. "What do you need, hana. Use your words."
♕ You reached down and grabbed him by the ears, pulling him up to your face. "I ... fuck me, Shuji." You kissed him, tasting yourself on him.
♕ Hanma didn't waste a second. He pulled you off the counter and dragged you into your bedroom. You turned around and yanked at his belt buckle, pulling it from the loops all at once and threw it across the room, unzipping his pants and pulling them down.
♕ He leaned you over the bed, spreading your legs and reaching up to squeeze your ass. You looked back at him, wanting him to fill you up.
♕ Hanma rubbed his tip up and down your slit, teasing you. "Shuji just ... just fuck me."
♕ You were so whiny and needy. It was making him so hard. He wanted to fuck you right then and there. To give you what you were so desperately and metaphorically, on your knees for.
♕ But the sadist in him, found it hard to acknowledge your pleas so soon. He didn't want you to work for this, per se. But he wanted to make good and damn sure you wanted him as much as he wanted you. So what if he had to deny himself instant gratification. The look on your sweet, flushed face was already worth having to drag this out.
♕ "You've been so good for me, hana. I'm going to give you exactly what you need. But I don't want you to come too soon." He said, smirking as he pulled you back to your feet and turned you around, pressing his hands into your shoulders until you were on your knees.
♕ Hanma reached down and pulled his cock out of his boxers and he patted your chin a few times. Urging your mouth to open so he could slap it on your tongue before pushing his tip into your mouth. You let him guide you as you took him down your throat. He kept his eyes on you, watching as you struggled to take him all the way in.
♕ "Fuck, y/n. Look at you. Taking me like a good little slut. I knew you were going to act like a little bitch in heat. Choking down my cock like that." He praised you through gritted teeth. Despite sounding so volatile, it made you feel so good to be used by him this way.
♕ He pulled out of your mouth and pushed you back onto the bed, flipping you over onto your stomach. He pulled your hips up and guided his tip into you, slowly pushing himself in until he was all the way inside you.
♕ Hanma held himself there for a minute, feeling you tighten around him. He started moving again, in and out of you.
♕ You felt like you were on the edge of an orgasm with every thrust. The disgusting way he used you for his own pleasure and the way he spoke to you was driving you mad.
♕ "Shuji, fuck ... I'm gonna cum."
♕ He pulled out and turned you onto your back. He spread your legs apart and leaned over you, pushing himself back inside you and pressing his lips to yours.
♕ "Yeah? How close? How close are you?" He dragged his teeth over your ear and on down to your visibly beating pulse point and left a purple mark in his wake. You clenched up around his cock so hard when he did this that he had to stop moving and pull himself together. "Fuck! Hana! Keep that shit up and this is over. I'm fucking finished."
♕ He thrust into you harder, his balls slapping against your ass wasn't helping you hold off cumming all over him. You felt your orgasm building up inside you. You reached down to rub your clit, but he saw where your fingers were aiming and he brushed your hand aside and started rubbing soft circles on it for you. It made you moan - the most whorish, slutty sound you have ever let out.
♕ It was out of your control at this point. His dick pounding inside of you, hitting all the right spots at all the right times was making you more cock-drunk than you have ever felt. If you could even consider yourself aware of anything other than his golden eyes burning holes into yours and the rise and fall of his hips against your spread legs.
♕ Your cunt swallowed his cock so perfectly. The thought crossed your mind that you were made for each other. But that's ridiculous. Hanma hates you. Right? He didn't even want to take you home. So why, then, is he balls deep inside of you right now. Don't fucking ask, you thought to yourself. Doing any and every little thing you could to stave off your imminent crash.
♕ He could see your eyes start to roll back and he knew what was happening. He pressed his thumb harder against your clit and started circling it faster.
♕ "Cum for me, hana. Show me how much you wanted this, how much you wanted my cock inside of you." He sucked on your nipple as he fucked you. Balancing over you on his left hand, his right hand still trifling with your pulsing clit. You tried to buck up against him for any extra stimulation but he only pulled back. "Aht! I make you cum. You ... you let me. Understand, hana? I ... make ... you ... cum." He growled through his clenched jaw directly into your ear. Punctuating each word with driving his hips harder and harder against you.
♕ You couldn't hold it in anymore. You came so hard and you didn't even care that he was watching you so closely. You let your body relax and gave in to the moment. You'd pretty much checked out mentally, but whatever connection remained between your brain and your body was otherworldly. You felt his cock sliding in and out of your soaked cunt. It was so thick and long. Nothing like you imagined it would be by just looking at his tall, thin frame. (But aren't those guys always the wildcard?) It was all you could focus on.
♕ Hanma was ready to cum, too. He pulled out of you and turned you over onto your stomach again. He slapped his wet cock against your ass before pushing back into your pussy, making you moan into the sheets.
♕ You were still twitching against him. As close as he was to blowing his sticky load of cum inside of you, as hard as his cock was twitching, he was so transfixed by how you felt around him. So fucking hot. So fucking soft. So fucking beautiful. Like a goddamn flower. Your pussy made him think of the most beautiful flower and nothing would ever change his mind about that. (And he would never figure out why - but he wondered if it had to do with the weird art in your living room).
♕ "Fuck, hana. Fuck!Fuck!Fuck! You want me to cum inside this pussy? Want me to cum in my pussy, huh? Yeah? Fuck, cumming so fuck- hard, holy shit. Fuck!" Hanma came with such force, you could feel his cum pouring into you. And soon after, seeping out of you from around his cock still inside of your stretched hole. He collapsed on top of you, both of you breathing heavily. He didn't want to move, not yet.
♕ And he felt like it should bother him that he was still here with you. Still, physically, a part of you, as much as you were a part of him. But he couldn't think of a single reason why he should leave. Let alone why he'd want to leave.
♕ "Shu, you ... I ... well," you tried to speak but couldn't form a coherent thought just yet. "Um," it was useless. You couldn't think. So you just laid there underneath him. Feeling more and more empty with each passing second as the sadness of this being over filled you instead feeling full from Hanma. It was not a good placeholder for him. It was not feeling nearly as good as he did. And you felt like crying.
♕ Whether because it was just too much for you or it was just nothing to him. What if it were both? Shit. You're starting to cry.
♕ He felt you tremble underneath him and he rolled off of you, turning you over to face him.
♕ "Hey, what's wrong? Hana? Look at me, now. Did I hurt you? Did I do something?" He looked more concerned that irritated. And that's probably what surprised you the most. You tried to hide your face, but he grabbed your chin and pulled you back.
♕ "No, it's ... it's nothing. I just ... it was too much. You were too good." You said, laughing hard through the tears, wholly embarrassed by your generous assessment.
♕ "Oh, what now?" Hanma smiled and kissed you on the forehead. He reached down and grabbed your hand, bringing it to his mouth and kissing it. "You say I was too good? Were you even here? I mean ... I guess it's impossible for you to feel yourself. But, I guess ... I guess I'm only as good as who I'm with? And, hana," he cupped your face in his rough, slightly grease stained and scarred hand, "you were good, too."
♕ You laughed again, shaking your head. "Don't ... don't be nice to me. I can't handle it. And that's not even ... you don't have to say that to me. I know you don't like me. You can't fucking stand me. I knew all of this when I asked your captain to make you give me a ride. How embarrassing is that. I fucking am so pathetic sometimes." You rubbed your eyes with the heel of your palm. "God. You can go. You don't have to stay. It's alright. I'm ... I'll be ... fine. I always am."
♕ Hanma sat up on his elbow, looking down at you with his brow furrowed. "Hana. I can't believe you're this stupid." He rubbed the back of his neck and looked out into the hallway.
♕ "Shuji! Who the fuck is Hana? And why do you keep calling me that? My name is-" great, now you look sad and insane.
♕ "Chill, crazy. Hana means blossom. And I think, ffffuck. Ithinkyou'reprettylikeaflowerplusyourpussyispretty." His words ran together but you heard every single separate syllable. You're pretty sure you fell in love with him a little bit, too. The fucker.
♕ He leaned over you again, pressing his lips to yours. You moaned against his mouth and reached to grab his cock, but he stopped you. "No. I wanna make you feel good. It's your turn." He kissed your neck and made his way down to your pussy, licking up his own cum that had dripped out of you. You bucked your hips up into his face, reaching down to grab a fistful of his hair.
♕ He looked up at you with wide eyes, smirking. "Hold on, hana. I got you." He sucked your clit between his lips, pressing his tongue against it and making you cry out in pleasure. He pushed two fingers into your pussy and started pumping them in and out of you, hitting your g-spot while he circled your clit with the tip of his tongue.
♕ "Fuck, Shu! Fuck me!" You screamed.
♕ He looked up at you with his eyelids still heavy. "That's what I'm trying to do, baby." He said, chuckling. "Just this time, it's with my mouth. Ok? So sit back and enjoy the ride." He leaned back down and continued sucking and licking and pumping you until you couldn't hold on anymore. You came for him, all over his face. And he didn't seem to mind one bit.
♕ He crawled up to you and laid beside you again. You looked over at him and smiled. "You're such an asshole. But I kind of like you."
♕ He leaned over and kissed you, letting you taste yourself on him. Again. "No shit? I've liked you for a while. But I ... hell, I don't know. I guess I thought you were too good for me or something." He put his head against your chest, subconsciously counting the heartbeats coming from your body. "That's usually what people tell me. The guys and stuff. They always give me shit about anyone I like. Except ... except for you. They respect you."
♕ You nodded slowly, spacing out on the chunk of blond hair above his forehead. "Yeah, it helps having a cousin who's a captain. But Shuji, I do. I really do like you. I just wanted you to know that."
♕ Hanma looked up at you with a softness in his eyes you had never seen before. "I know, hana. I know." He kissed you again, pulling the sheet over both of you. He didn't want you to see him get worked up. Not over you. Not emotionally. Not just yet. But he was pretty sure he was starting to fall in love with you. And that was just something he wasn't prepared for. Though he'd have to face up to it. Sooner, rather than later, he thought.
♕ He turned over onto his back and let you snuggle up next to him, throwing your arm over his chest. He closed his eyes, thinking about how much he'd like to do this again. Just like this. Just you.
♕ You reached over and turned off the lamp, laying your head against his chest and simply being in the darkened room with him. It was so easy, you thought. And you hoped it would always be that way, though you knew better than to believe that. Because Hanma was a very complicated man on the outside and inside. And you wanted to be the one who could be there to understand him. The one who could get to know him. The one who could make him laugh and cry and feel any and everything he ever wanted to feel. You wanted to be the one who'd be there to listen to anything he had to say. Softly spoken or screamed out.
♕ And that's all you wanted. To be there for him. And with him. And with him.
♕ "Good night, little hana." He said, pulling you tighter against him.
♕ "Good night, beautiful Shuji." You smiled in the darkness and drifted off to sleep.
♕ And you didn't care how much you'd regret saying it or how much you'd try to deny it. It was true. You were in love with him. And you knew it would be some time before he could admit he felt the same way. But you would give him whatever amount of time he needed.
♕ He hoped he would be worth it. Hanma wasn't necessarily a good man. He has never been called a good man. Never has he ever really felt like one.
♕ But he heard you talking to him in the morning before you got out of bed to fix the coffee. Telling him how you'd be there for him as best you could. No matter what.
♕ He thought to himself that he hoped he'd never disappoint you. No matter what.
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luffysscraps · 7 months
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Drabble;Ft: ace; 🔞
Thinking about Ace fucking you to bits. He’s balls deep inside of you, a groaning and whimpering mess. Drool running down his lips as he thrusts in and out at a fast and rough pace. And when he twitches inside of you he only groans and let’s out a “Fuck- Im bout to cum-“ and then just passes the fuck out on top of you💀
You thought the male was dead. Died of a heart attack, he didn’t even cum. He just went completely limp. You started smacking him across the face, clawing at his backside, anything to get a response out of him. Trying to resuscitate him and bring him back to life but this man is dead.
After a few minutes of struggling, out of nowhere this man jumps back to life with the loudest moan you’ll ever hear, and without warning he cums HARD inside of you. You feel his warm, sticky, seed flood your insides. Ace is shaking, he’s in ecstasy. It’s like he died and came back to life just to cum inside of you. after he emptied his balls inside of you he pulls out slowly with a pant.
“Damn Y/N, your coochie took me to heaven and back.”
He calls your pussy the reviver
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paulinelove13 · 2 months
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Yandere Rich Boy x Reader PT. 2
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Mr Lee Joon-Ho sits down on the red leather coach as he sips his drink. The private investigator opposite him pulls out a yellow folder from his case. 
“ Mr Lee we have found much more information on Y/N but I warn you it’s deep stuff”
Mr Lee looks at the man with still face “I told you to find out everything about her didn’t I so tell me what did you find out about my little Angel”
“Well her full name is actually Jeong Y/N”
Mr Lee spits his drink out. Jeong Y/N as in the Jeong family the second most richest family in Asia to his. The Jeong’s owned  many luxury business all over the country that made millions a year. 
Jeong Sung-ho and Park Mi-kyung must have been Y/N’s adoptive parents. The Jeong’s kept their private lives private and when they adopted a child nobody knew if the child was Korean or foreign or what gender the baby was either.
But know he knew. This explained so much like why you didn’t take the check from him or why you lived in such an expensive apartment block like him. 
“Anything else I ought to know before you go”
“Oh yes Mr Lee their is one more thing her Father Mr Jeong is looking for a husband for his daughter Y/N”
Mr Lee grins “Perfect just perfect”
Meanwhile in your apartment 
“Your so cute” you squealed as the little puppy snuggled into you. Your weird ass neighbour gave it to you and you didn’t ask questions at all. 
“You know Eomma and Appa never let me have any pets when I was younger but your a gift so I can’t give you a way”
The puppy barked like it was agreeing with you or something.
Suddenly you heard knock at your door and the puppy leaped out of your arms and hurried straight to the door. You opened the door and a woman with a Bob hair cut, leopard print sunglasses and at least seven shopping bags in her hands walked straight passed you. 
“Y/N I was in the car and your Appa called me and he told me the best news eve-AHHHHHHHHH” your mother let out a terrifying scream as she noticed the small dog sitting on your floor.
“Darling I thought we talked about this no dogs are to be anywhere near me”
“But mom I can’t get rid of it it’s a present”
Your mother looked at you and then the dog 
“Anyways it’s big news so sit”
You sat opposite her as your mother took off her shades 
“Your father has found you a match” 
Part 3 is out
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BTW this is the puppy he got you. I can’t really think of a name for her so if you’d like comment what you think her name should be 😍
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cherrynwinesk · 7 months
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What would quackity do if reader would just start to grind on his leg because she is needy and he is busy with editing his new video?😳 he would be soo shyy 🤩
Let him work ~ Quackity
Story g: sfw (?)
Language: English/Inglés
⚠️: a little suggestive
CC's: Quackity
Reader g: Female reader
📝: All the content is fictitious and an attempt is made to adapt the PUBLIC personality of the cc's, that is, the personality that is shown in front of cameras, I do not know the true personality and any resemblance to reality is mere coincidence.
🍒: Hello, writing requests are always open, if you want something in particular, ask without fear. I clarify that English is not my main language, I apologize for any error and accept corrections to improve the quality of the content
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You were at Quackity's house, you were together early but apparently his editor called and it was urgent that Quackity get to work right now
"Just let me fix this problem and I'll get back to you"
He had said that it was a small problem, but you saw him opening a thousand editing programs, opening his discord and even sending messages from his mobile, and you knew that this would take longer than you thought.
You were in your ovulation days, and at some point in the day you started to need any physical contact. From his island in the kitchen, you only heard the 'click' of his mouse, when you looked in his direction you could only notice the shape of his back, how his black hair fell from that hat.
Tired of waiting, you approached him, leaning on the back of his chair, "interested" to see what he was working on.
Quackity always smelled good, apart from the expensive perfumes on him, you could tell the natural scent of him. He had a smell impossible to describe but very addictive.
You put your arms on his shoulders from behind him, when he notice your presence he take your hand and kiss it to continue with his work. You ended up pulling up a chair next to him, sitting to his right with your head resting on his shoulder and watching him work. His shirt smelled of detergent, his forearm gave off his natural scent, you wrapped your hand around his bicep, it wasn't muscular but it did contain meat to squeeze. His touch was so addictive that you started playing with his knee, caressing his hair.
Quackity realized how much you needed his contact, and that made him a little nervous because you were being so demanding, wanting to put his hands on him.
He shut down his PC once he finished, and took you to the couch so he could snuggle with you, hugging you tight around the waist and giving you long, hot kisses.
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