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dumplingsjinson · 4 months

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List of “stuff that happened between us which will forever live in my mind rent free” prompts

“I’m happy that you’re happy.” (DEWLKLDEWDSWL,SDL, FUCKKK)

Character A repeatedly kissing Character B’s lips, both giggling softly when they pull away from each other. (YUMI’S CELLS SEASON 2 I’M THANKING YOU FOR THIS KSKSKS)

“You’ll always be beautiful in my eyes no matter what,” Character B murmurs after Character A tells them how insecure they are over their body. (Him reassuring me when I was spilling my guts to him and everything was everything I didn’t know I needed until now ajskks 😭 And him saying he doesn't judge lksefnklewn)

“I’m scared you’ll leave me once you see everything,” Character A murmurs, face buried in Character B’s chest. “Why would you think that?” Character B questions, a frown heard in the tone of their voice without Character A needing to look up at them; as if they think it’s ludicrous that Character A would even think they’d leave them for something like that. (NaHH THE WAY HE SOUNDED DISAPPOINTED WHEN I SAID THAT, for even thinking that he’d leave me for that, and then trying to comfort me after, I feel so bad for doubting him omg 😭😭😭)

“Touch yourself for me, yeah?” Character B murmurs into Character A’s ear; watches as a flustered looking Character A slowly does as they’re told. (HOLY FUCKING SHITBALLS HELLOOOOOOOOO- IT’S THE FACT THAT HE ADDED THE “FOR ME” PART THAT MADE ME BECOME SO FUCKING FLUSTERED even though I did suggest it when we met last week and he was like “only if you want to” sAURR LIKE… was this invitation on his mind for a whole week LMFAOO. AND WHEN HE KEPT TELLING ME “good girl” or “that’s my baby girl” WHILE I WAS- JWKCKAS AHHHHH)

“You’re doing such a good job. That’s my baby girl/boy.”

Character B slowly undressing Character A, at the request of Character A, because Character A is too shy to undress themselves in front of them. (PLEASE THE WAY HE JUST SLOWLY AJFKAKFK HELPPPPPPPP EVERYTHING ABOUT IT WAS SO TENDER??? LIKE DAMN)

“I don’t like the way my calves look. They’re too bulky, you know?” Character A sighs. “Well, I think it’s fine,” Character B says. “How’s it fine?” Character A whines. Character B chuckles in an abashed manner, then says, “It makes them squishier, after all.” (And then he proceeded to say he doesn’t like how his own calves look just to make me feel better, god I fucking LOVE HIM)

Character A being extremely vulnerable with Character B, and Character B listening attentively and reassuring them as much as they can.

“I’m sorry for ruining the mood,” Character A murmurs, face buried on their chest, and Character B chuckles softly. “It’s fine, don’t apologise,” Character B murmurs, stroking their fingers through their hair. “I’m here for you after all. I’m here to listen.”

“You’re so pretty, you know?” Character B mumbles, brushing a strand of hair behind Character A’s ear. (Him saying that while I was being vulnerable melted my heart TT TT AND ALSOOO WHEN HE WAS SAYING THAT WHILE I WAS ON TOP OF HIM HHWHEWHH)

Character B littering kisses on Character A’s bare chest and saying, “You’re so soft.” (I just.. need a MOMENT)

Sloppy kisses while dry humping. (I mean I enjoyed them, and what of it??)

“I’ve seen everything. And I’ve tasted everything. Literally,” Character B says with a chuckle as they surface from the sheets and from between Character A’s thighs to snuggle with Character A, and Character A groans, hiding their face behind their hands in utter embarrassment. (Yep. He’s seen literally everything AND had a taste by now and I’m SO FUCKING LWKENFLKWEFNLKENWFW—)

“I’m so embarrassed,” Character A groans as Character B holds them to them. “Don’t be embarrassed,” Character B says with a chuckle. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s just you and me, after all.”

“Fuck, I wanna feel you against me,” Character A murmurs. (I said that, sir, yes I did. And what aBOUT IT—)

Character B kissing Character A on the cheek during one of those self-service photo booth sessions, which catches Character A off-guard. (AND WHEN I UPLOAD THE PIC- jk)

Character B pressing kisses against Character A’s forehead while they’re fucking. (We weren’t technically fucking, but it was close lmfao)

Character A clenching Character’s A’s head between their thighs as Character B eats them out, fingers going in and out of them sporadically. (The finger AND TONGUE COMBO PLEASEEE)

Character A repeatedly apologising for dumping their feelings and vulnerabilities on Character B every time they see each other and Character B telling them it’s fine and that they’ll always be here to listen to them. (Please, I love this man so much)

Character B slapping Character A’s ass while they’re using their phone, ass high up in the air. “What was that for?!” Character A whines, turning to glare at Character B. “That’s revenge for you doing that to me,” Character B says with a triumphant grin. (Yes we are at tHAT level of comfort with each other and YES I like slapping his ass. And don’t ask me why I was looking at my phone while in that position, it’s difficult to explain-)

Character B calling Character A cute and adorable while they’re messing around, because apparently Character A will always be adorable to them no matter what they do.

Character B showering Character A with compliments and praises which flusters Character A every single goddamn time, and Character A telling Character B to shut up every time they compliment them because they don’t know how to take compliments.

“God, I’m so wet/hard.” “And I don’t see a problem with that?” “Uhhh, no, there’s no problem but it is your fault that this is happening.” (FUCKING TEASE- IOEWFEKLKEWN)

“Tell me when you want me to stop, okay?” Character B murmurs, glancing up at Character A from between their thighs, and something about that sight will forever remain etched in Character A’s mind.

“As I’ve always said, we have all the time in the world, and I want you to be comfortable.” (HE IS AN ANGEL, PLSSS)

“I’m happy you got out of your comfort zone,” Character B murmurs, cuddling Character A close to their chest. (ThE SWEETEST BOYFRIEND I’M TELLING YOU)

Character B covering Character A with a blanket, knowing that they’re still feeling a little self-conscious over having their body exposed like this. (And him draping the blanket over us both as he cuddled close to me welkfnekwn I’m fiNISHED)

Character B taking their time with Character A, going at a pace that Character A’s comfortable with. (He was so attentive the whole time TT TT)

Character B brushing Character A’s hair behind their ears to unhide their face; just so they could take a better look at them. (It’s even more EWLFKNEWFKN when he does it while we’re messing around, because I’m covering my face with my hair on purpose because I’m self-conscious as fuck, while he wants to see my face lmfaooo)

#there’s more commentary than prompts i’m sorry-#back at it again with another based on personal experience prompt list because i can’t get any of this shit out of my head #and y’all NEED to see it idCCCC #prompts #non suggestive prompts #suggestive prompts #otp prompts #writing prompts #fluff prompts #dialogue prompts #smut prompts #writing scenarios #cat guy chronicles

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httpiastri · 8 months

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lando norris x reader, 18+

"i'm bored."

lando's head shoots up from below you. your head is tilted to the side, gazing out the window as if you can't be bothered to care about the man between your legs; as if anything, even the gray skies outside, is more interesting than this.

but you're just pretending, of course.

there's no doubt in the way that your body always trembles under his touch, or the way that your cheeks grow hot when he just looks at you. he may be slow and careful, taking his time with his touches instead of rushing into things, but he's never been boring to you before, and he sure isn't now.

"what?" lando asks, frowning. he's a bit confused – after all, you were the one who called him up half an hour ago, begging him to come over – but he's not completely sure he believes you. he knows the effect he has on you. "you're talking nonsense."

you shake your head slightly. "no, this is boring..." you mutter, letting out an exaggerated sigh. his kisses still linger where he left them on the inside of your thighs just moments ago, and you already regret making him halt his actions.

"god, you're so bratty."

your eyes dart back at him. there's a teasing grin on his lips, and his fingers on your thighs suddenly make themselves known again. one thumb draws circles into your skin, as the other hand moves up to swipe just along the edge of your slit. "i- i'm not." the instability of your voice is clear to lando, and it's easy for him to take notice of how your legs have tensed up in just a moment. "i just... want you to..."

your eyes flutter closed when one of his fingers makes contact with your clit. "hm? what do you want me to do to you?" he increases the pressure, casually circling your bud as your hips buck up slightly. "for you to feel less bored?"

"you- you've said that-" a whine escapes from your mouth, not able to form your sentences when he's teasing you like this. he notices and slows down his movements to let you speak. "you said that you like to make my eyes roll," your eyes find his the moment you open your eyelids. "do it."

he cocks an eyebrow at you. "alright, then." his lips trace down from your stomach to right above your core, kisses still feathery yet carrying more purpose than before. "your wish is my command."

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crystalflygeo · 3 months

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The right moment ft Zhongli + fem!reader (modern!AU)

cw/tags: Discussions about first time/loss of virginity. Mentions oral/fingering/handjobs. A bit of pain. This is mostly just comfort tbh.

notes: REMEMBER EVERYONE!! It's okay to change your mind, it's okay to take your time and it's okay to say NO when it comes to sex, for any reason at any time, all of that is valid, and if your partner doesn't respect that or otherwise makes you feel bad for it drop them. (Ty @ainescribe and @silentmoths for beta'ing hehe. Also Happy year of the dragon btw!)

You were trembling in his arms. Zhongli embraced you, holding your body against his chest, peppering kisses along your neck and shoulders making you shiver on top of the sheets.

This was it, this was the moment.

You two had fumbled around enough, getting used to his touch, his kisses, his love. And a little burning flame had been born from that along with the flutter in your lovestruck heart. Zhongli was perfect: gentle, patient, smart, kind, handsome…

And you love him.

And you want him.

Which is why one day you gathered up courage, you picked a day where you were not at risk (according to your calendar at least?) made sure you had some ‘protection’ stashed away at your bedside table and said…

“Li, I’m ready.”

“Hm?” He turned to you from his spot on the couch and blinked.

You laced your hands nervously. “I… want to have sex with you. I’m ready.” You blurted out, blushing.

His eyes widened slightly in surprise, though he didn’t immediately say anything. “Are you sure, dear? What brought this on so suddenly?” He asked after a few moments.

“Quite sure.” You nodded, a little more confident, armed with your courage, your little preparations, and of course… excitement. “I just… think it’s time. I want to.”

It was… a little difficult not to be on edge as the moment approached.

Your first time. You’d gladly give it to Zhongli.

It’s not like you were completely new to sex, per se. Truth be told Zhongli had already been your ‘first’ on quite a few things. Your sexual experiences had gone from a bit of heavy petting over the clothes during make out sessions to him eating you out until you’re a whimpering mess or you giving him a few rare handjobs. You just had never… gone all the way.

Technically still a virgin.

But that was changing tonight. You were determined.

Zhongli was soft and reverent, an absolute gentleman as he lowered you on the bed, effortlessly sensual as his hands roamed your body like many other times before. Treating you with utmost gentleness, as if you were a bunny ready to sprint away at the first wrong move. He teased your chest and thighs, nipped softly at your skin and you answered with passionate kisses and heated touches, pulling him closer, letting out pleased hums. He made you come on those skilled fingers and tongue and your body melted, relaxing for him.

And now’s the time…

“You are so beautiful… I love you.” He murmurs the words, warm against your collarbone and you sigh, still panting a bit and recovering from your orgasm.

“Love you too, Li…”

You cup his face and pull him up to kiss his lips again, his strong arms leaning on either side of you. Like this, he’s hovering over you, his larger frame caging you radiating warmth and lust.

You feel his cock press against your hip and almost jolt. You don’t know why but suddenly you refuse to stare at it since, very soon, it was going to be inside you. It was a weird rush of worry, nervousness and giddy arousal.

You know for a fact he’s… big. You remember well the feeling of him on your hand, large and thick, and suddenly you begin to doubt whether or not you would be able to get that thing inside of you.

But you are determined.

He puts on a condom and squeezes some lube into his hand, spreading it evenly on his hard erection, your breath hitches.

He parts your legs and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest, wondering if he could sense it too. Your face is flushed, your thoughts and senses are a flurry of emotions.

“Are you ready? Relax…” He caresses your thigh.

You feel the tip of his cock poking at your entrance as he slowly guides himself and suddenly there is this weird uncomfortable pressure as he pushes inside. You gasp.

“Ah-!” You yelp in pain and whimper. It was… so big.

Zhongli groans. “Darling, relax… you’re so tight.” His brow furrows slightly in concentration as your pussy clamps down on him.

You whine and bite your lip, hips jolting. He presses a bit deeper and you feel… weirdly stretched out, like you’re going to tear. It hurts. You try to endure it, it’s supposed to hurt, right? It’ll get better. But it continues to hurt. You don’t like it. You panic. “W-wait- wait wait- stop!” You cry out.

Zhongli immediately pulls out and your legs clamp shut, as if shielding you, that weird sensation is still there, you feel… raw, tender.

Your eyes water.

“Dear, are you ok? Did I hurt you?” Zhongli asks, cupping your face, golden eyes searching for your own, assessing your expression.

You avert your gaze, rolling over onto your side. “I’m sorry…” You mumble.

He still tries to face you, worried, so worried, your Zhongli. “Whatever for…?”

You take a moment to gather your thoughts, bite your lip, a few tears fall onto the bed. Gods you feel so ridiculous and childish and stupid and- “I’m sorry… I was so sure, I thought- I… I don’t think I’m ready. I don’t want to… do this anymore- not now. I’m sorry.” You sob.

“There is nothing for you to apologize for. If anything, I am the one who’s sorry for hurting you, please forgive me, this is… not the experience I wanted you to have.” Zhongli sighs, displeased at seeing you like this.

You finally look up at him, puffy eyes peeking over your shoulder. “It’s not your fault, it’s me… I have this whole… idea, all these expectations. I wanted this to be perfect and I ruined it.”

He rubs slow circles at your back, soothing. “My dear, I don’t think intimacy is something that should be ruled by a standard in any capacity, nor should it be measured and compared, just as experiences and feelings aren’t. These things just flow naturally.”

“You’re not… upset?”

His expression turns serious. “Of course not. On the contrary, I am glad you voiced out your feelings and I’ll respect your boundaries.” He leans down and brushes some hair from your face before depositing a kiss on your cheek. “I want you to feel good, your comfort is of utmost importance. There’s no need to feel pressured.”

You sigh deeply, groan into the bedsheets and then sit up again, pouting at him. “Still, we got all… worked up for nothing. I-I mean I can still…” You gesture vaguely at his lap. “If you want?” You squeak.

Zhongli chuckles and tries to pass it off as a cough. Your face heats up. “No need to concern yourself with that, the arousal is ebbing away, it’ll go down on its own.”

“Oh.”

There is silence for a few moments.

“Do you want-”

“Would you like to-”

“Ah, go ahead.” You shake your head. He smiles.

“I was going to propose a bath.”

You hum. “That sounds lovely. And then maybe… some cuddling on the couch while we watch tv?”

“I would like nothing more.”

He kisses your forehead and heads to the bathroom and as you gingerly stand up, look around and think on how things turned out you think it’s fine.

The right moment will come. You already have the right person by your side.

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shuashuagirl · 5 months

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Sooner Than Later (M)

Based on a fic by @kaespas lost to the void and my obsession for "just the tip" and "forced" with Joshua ever since and part of the Two Birds universe

Warnings: Noncon as there is no verbal consent, manipulation, just the tip, no protection, creampie, mutual masturbation, shua unable to hold back, brother's best friend!shua, "we can't do this", age difference but nothing crazy y/n is just the younger sister, no aftercare, mean!shua but in an indifferent sort of way, so many run-on sentences- but valkie if you know that you have a bunch of run-on sentences just fix them-, spitting!

Summary:

What you and Joshua do when your brother isn't around, isn't meant for anyone other than you.

There was a soft knock at your door, and you glanced over your shoulder back at the door, feeling a bit annoyed.

“Soonyoung, you’re already-”

The quiet click of your door being closed was what told you that it wasn’t your brother Soonyoung. You spun your chair around, your whole body warming as your eyes fell on Joshua. He was in the process of shrugging off his jacket, dropping his keys to your floor as if he had done it a million times.

He had done it a million times.

“Joshua, you’re in the wrong room,” you mumbled softly, but even as you did your thighs were rubbing against themselves.

“Am I?” He asked, and his lips flickered into a smile. Amused, it seemed that after the last few weeks you were playing this out the same way as it had happened the first time. “Well, is Soonyoung home?”

You shook your head as Joshua cocked his hip, staring at you in amusement.

“No, he’s not, but you can wait for him in his room,” you replied softly. Your fingers drifted to the edge of your chair, and you tightened your grip around it.

“And what am I supposed to do there?” He crooned. He closed the distance between the two of you, his hand coming to the back of your neck. He gripped you so tightly that you couldn’t move even if you wanted to. “Don’t you think that you have some obligations? To entertain me, since no one is around.”

His other hand found the base of your neck and his thumb brushed over your collarbone.

“N-No.” you mumbled, but he didn’t let the game continue for long. He pressed forward, his lips consuming yours and his hand sliding down the collar of your shirt, into your bra, his hand engulfing your breasts. Your back arched, and you pressed into Joshua because despite your game, despite the fact that you knew you shouldn’t, you wanted Joshua so badly.

Your fingers fumbled forward to find Joshua’s pants and you fumbled with the belt buckle until you were finally able to get it undone.

You had only recently been allowed to touch Joshua’s dick, and you were obsessed with how it felt pulsing in your hands. You tugged at his dick desperate for him to hurry up.

“Sh-Shua, want to touch myself,” you whimpered out. Joshua hummed.

“Yeah?” He asked you. “Don’t even want to play around today?”

You didn’t want to play around today, and Joshua didn’t tease you about it. He shifted, placing his hands under the pits of your arms and lifting you out of your desk chair.

He laid you down on the edge of your bed and in seconds your clothes were off and he was standing above you, his cock in hand.

He never took his clothes off for this. You never asked, and he never did.

You lowered a hand shakily to your clit, hissing as your cold fingers brushed against it. Joshua’s eyes bore into yours as he settled himself between your legs. As you began to slowly rub your clit in circles Joshua began to rub his cock, just above where your hand was. His pumps were slow, and each pump brought him closer. His dick so close to your pussy that you could feel the warmth radiating off of it.

It was this, that Joshua raided your room for every day he came over since you got back from your first semester of college. It was this that you had dreamed of every day since you had met your brother’s best friend. And it was this that you were always so excited to do.

To lay beneath Joshua, while he rubbed himself off, watching in delight as you rubbed your clit, both of you wishing that you were doing something else but never daring to because… What would Soonyoung think if he were to ever know?

The tip of Joshua’s dick pressed at your fingers, and you obediently let your hands fall back, your whole body jolting as the tip of his dick pressed at your clit. You whined and arched your back, your fingers digging into your comforter.

“You like how my dick feels on your clit?” Joshua asked you, his voice a bit breathy. He continued to rub his dick against your clit, enjoying the way that it made you whine. Your core was burning, you wanted to be able to finger yourself… Or even better you wanted Joshua’s fingers inside of you.

You felt Joshua’s dick begin to rub a little slower, caught up in your wetness, slipping right against your burning core. You gasped suddenly, pulling yourself back a little.

“Joshua,” you hissed. “You know you can’t-”

“I know, I know,” Joshua mumbled softly. His cock slipped back up to your clit, and his now wet dick rubbed circles around it. “It’s okay y/n, don’t you trust me?”

You let out a frustrated whine because now that his dick was back at your clit you were feeling much less satisfied.

“But I mean… It felt good, didn’t it? When my cock slipped in just a bit?” He asked. You let your head hit your blankets, but then you couldn’t see Joshua’s dick on your pussy and… You wanted to see Joshua’s dick on your pussy.

“I-I- just want something inside of me,” you murmured. Joshua nodded.

“Of course, you do,” he agreed softly. “Anything would feel good right now, wouldn’t it? Your fingers… My fingers… My cock…”

As he spoke his cock slipped down again, slipping inside you a bit, and again you were able to force yourself back.

“We can’t,” you said weakly. “I’m not on anything and you don’t have a condom.”

And what would Soonyoung say?

“Your little college education do nothing for you?” Joshua teased, making a blush flush your face again. “A little precum won’t do anything to you. Besides… How long have you known me? Have I ever lied? Have I ever fooled you?”

You relaxed a bit and Joshua’s dick tapped at your clit again, before sliding back down. Not allowing you to answer even in the slightest.

“Just a little bit won’t hurt you, y/n,” he promised you softly. “Let me just give you a little bit. Just the tip, hm? How long are you going to wait?”

You jerked yourself back again, another frustrated whine vibrating in your throat. Joshua let you relax again, and his cock rubbed through your folds.

“Stop resisting,” he said, and it sounded like music to your ears. “Just the tip y/n… Let me slip just the tip into you.”

You were shaking your head, surely you were, but you weren’t pulling away. Your hands were shaking and your eyes were trained on his dick sliding into you, and you were saying: “Please Shua.”

True to his word, once he got the tip of his cock inside of you, he stopped moving. One hand was on his dick, slowly pumping it, low moans leaving his throat, while his other hand pressed down on your pelvis, keeping you still.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” He asked you softly. “God… You feel so fucking good… Your pussy is so tight and warm.”

You gasped out, trying to come up with a response but being completely unable to. Your voice was so shaky, moans that you didn’t even know you could make were leaving your throat.

Joshua’s tip felt fucking huge inside of you. Bigger than anything that you had ever pushed into your pussy, craving the rush that would come with being able to fuck someone. If Joshua wasn’t pushing you down by your pelvis, you would probably be grinding yourself down on his dick.

But then… You didn’t even have to do that. Suddenly, both of Joshua’s hands were on your hips, and you were being held still as Joshua’s cock began to split you open. You gasped out again, shoving your head back into your pillow all over again.

“Joshua y-you c-can-” Before you could finish speaking Joshua was leaning forward, his mouth preventing you from speaking. It was probably better this way anyways. Your protests turned into a desperate moan against Joshua’s lips.

Your hands surged up to Joshua’s hair, and you tugged at the strands.

Joshua’s thrusts had started out slow but the more that he fucked you, the faster and more desperate his thrusts were getting.

“Y/n, you feel too fucking good I’m going to come inside of you, okay?” He blurted against your lips. You had clarity for just a few seconds. You gasped against him.

“You-” Can’t. Don’t cum inside of me.

Instead, Joshua pressed his thumb into your clit again.

“You’re being so good you know that? So, fucking good for me,” he praised you, and it was going straight to your head. You couldn’t even really think straight anymore, you could just feel Joshua wrap his arms fully around you, his thrusts erratic. Your body bounced.

“Don’t come y/n,” Joshua managed to get out. A choked sob left your throat.

“What?”

“You don’t want me to come in you, do you?” Joshua replied back. Your eyes fluttered open and you saw the red look on his face, the pure desperation in his eyes. He really was holding back.

“F-Fuck Sh-shua, I can’t just not-”

His cock pressed impossibly deep inside of you, and you squeezed your eyes shut again.

“Don’t come, pl-please don’t come, y/n you feel too good, I won’t be able to help it if you come- Don’t-”

You realized somewhere in his blabbering that this was a type of tactic for him to get what he wanted, but in the end it didn’t really matter did it? You shoved your face into the crook of Joshua’s neck, biting down into his skin.

“Oh y/n,” Joshua said breathily, his hips stuttering as his cum began to spurt deep inside of you. Your body shook as his cum filled you up, and you wanted to remind Joshua that this was wrong, that he couldn’t come inside of you, but part way through he had pulled out. His body was quaking as more of his cock spurted cum out on your folds and all over your stomach.

You gasped in and out, desperate for air, but as you did, Joshua’s lips sloppily peeled from yours. You felt spit drip into your open mouth. You swallowed, whimpering as Joshua peeled off of you. Your body burned and you heard the tone of Joshua’s phone beginning to ring.

He pulled away with the same amount of energy that he had when he first walked in. But you? You were still shaking, burning, and now sticky.

“Hello? Oh, hey Soon. Yeah, I was just about to head over,” Joshua said. You could hear the hum of your brother’s voice on Joshua’s phone as he began to resituate his pants.

“What could I have been doing?” Joshua asked. “You know I just play games at home before I come over. You’re never home this early.”

There was some noise of agreement coming from Joshua’s phone.

“I’d be caught dead before I walked into your house with your younger sister in it,” Joshua said suddenly with a laugh. “I know she’s been off at college, but doesn’t she do anything?”

You wearily looked up at Joshua as he picked his keys up off of the floor.

“Well, I’ll see you in a bit. Better head out now if I’m going to get there by the time you get home.”

And he didn’t say a word to you as he slipped out of your room, where you laid until you heard the tell-tale sound of the keys rattling at the front door meaning that Soonyoung had finally gotten home.

#back at it again with the noncon #been a writing fiend these last few days #joshua noncon #joshua smut #seventeen noncon #seventeen smut #joshua hong #kpop smut #guess where i got the fic title from

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saleeba · 7 months

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fool ; jude bellingham

summary ♡ betting on the phenomenon of unrequited feelings, you and jude have never dared to make the first move with the other until a reunion forces new questions to be answered.

pairing ♡ jude bellingham x fem!reader

content ♡ 18+, smut, friends to lovers, alcohol consumption, cursing, kissing, both jude & reader are pining idiots, fingering, p in v sex, marking, missionary, unprotected sex (jude pulls out but still pls practise safe sex!!)

a/n ♡ she's baaaack :D but first☝🏽alexa play fool by nct 127 !!!! the lyric "you’re a goddess but i’m a fool, what should i do?" was written for this fic in particular i just know it was :] anyway hehe this fic is based off this request so tysmm to anon for sending such an exciting prompt !! i hope yous enjoy 🫶🏽💗 WAIT P.S this isn’t proofread bc i lowkey am not rocking with it so i didn’t wanna put myself thru having to read it again & again … im sorry for any mistakes :’)

you had just gotten off work to a stream of relentless texts from your best friends’ groupchat — phone pinging off the rails whilst you were on shift, muffled buzzes from your bag making you wonder what on earth was worth blowing up in that whatsapp group on a random friday afternoon.

on the train back home, you tap open the green app, anticipating yourself easily spending the entire journey catching up on the three hundred-plus texts from your closest mates. you decide to start right from the beginning of the influx, thumb scrolling nonstop and eyes blurring from the rapid movement until they focus back on the screen where you stop, finally having reached the destination of the first text that set it all off.

it was from none other than jude bellingham, and you were nearly embarrassed by the way your face instantly lit up upon reading his message. the groupchat’s golden boy had popped up after weeks of minimal contact, asking if he could take everyone for a night out tomorrow to make up for it, stating that he finally has some small gaps of free time between hectic pre-season schedules to allow him to do so.

it honestly warmed your heart that the first thing he wants away from football is to see you all. you’d been a band of good friends since the first year of secondary school, contact not necessarily strained as you all had a lot of love for each other but rather unspokenly reduced after leaving school two years ago and falling into busy university or career ventures.

instead of scrolling through to read and react to the plethora of follow-up texts after his, you ignore them and jump straight to typing your reply to his invitation, casting aside that nagging voice asking you: doesn’t that seem too desperate?

no, right? i’m just accepting his invitation, getting straight to the point, the convo ended half an hour ago anyway. you’re arguing with yourself now, feeling the need to give unnecessary excuses to nonexistent accusations. if you were to be honest with yourself, you were always self-conscious of the way you behaved around jude, even now debating on whether to add your signature heart emoji or if it’d come across as you trying too hard given your feelings for him; albeit them being feelings that no one knows about, not even him. you made sure for it to be that way.

with a mental note to get over yourself, you send an affirmative ‘i’m up for it!’, signature heart included, and quickly shut off your phone. heart beating so rapidly, you scolded yourself for getting so worked up over a mere reply and for definitely not getting over yourself. god knows how you’re going to handle seeing him in person.

a sudden double buzz from your device does nothing to calm you down, instead dampening your hands with sweat when you grab it and see a pair of messages from him.

jude 🌟: heyy i’m so glad you can make it tomorrow :)

jude 🌟: can’t wait to see you!! ❤❤

he had messaged you separately for some reason and he had included two hearts… the overthinking starts for you again, without even beginning to think about what to reply this time, and you question why he couldn’t have just replied to you in the groupchat or why he couldn’t have just left the end of the messages with a ‘x’ like he usually does or why he would even say what he said in the last message. mind frantic and unable to clear itself, you thank yourself for having your read receipts turned off so you can have your mini meltdown without worrying about jude knowing you’d seen his messages multiple minutes ago. god, you were down so bad.

you force yourself to open the messages app and send the most casual reply you can type.

you: can’t wait to see you too! ❤

you try to keep it short, sweet and nonchalant even if your fingers are itching to type more – more about how much you had missed him, more about what he was planning to wear tomorrow night so that maybe you could match your own outfit with him, more about your true, unfiltered feelings for him. it’s pathetic really; you hadn’t seen him in two years and the first thing you wanted to do was throw yourself at him, spilling all the secrets you’d been holding close for so many years. you leave it at that, put your phone on do not disturb mode and head on home, waiting for the long hours of friday evening to pass and saturday night to arrive.

***

and so saturday night rolls around and you just about finish touching up your makeup and smoothing out your dark blue dress before the doorbell rings, and you’re whisked away to the club by a couple of your girlfriends.

as soon as you step your high heels into the building, you’re met with the sight of flowing booze and the noise of noughties r&b beats bouncing around the brightly lit walls. dragged by the hands of your friends, you find yourself standing next to a booth at the back of the club, the rest of the group now welcoming you latecomers with a loud cheer.

“finally, girls. you took your time!” one of your male friends remarks, ushering you all to sit down.

“oh god, what have we missed?” you beam, trying to scan the group amongst the strobing lights to catch a glimpse of the person you were really there for.

“nah, you’re just in time because… first round’s on mister madrid!”

the callout breaks your friend group into a raucous holler as your gaze fixes onto the six foot-one footballer who stands up with an amused grin and a sigh of feigned defeat. your heart quickens and your smile turns into a state of near disbelief over how good jude looks right now – graphic white t-shirt hugging his biceps in all the right places and hanging over a pair of smart-casual black trousers.

“yeah, yeah, anything for my groupies,” he winks at no one in particular but your brain almost convinces you that he was looking at you while doing it. you send a shy smile his way just in case but what he says next has your mouth running dry. “help us out, will ya, y/n?”

you hesitate for a second too long for your liking, stumbling over your words while your friends peer at you. “uh… uh-huh, yeah, of course.” you answer as quick as you can, standing up on your feet slowly as to not trip over your now-shaking legs and send yourself flying into jude, and to avoid embarrassing yourself more than you think you already have.

he responds with a grateful smile and you follow him to the bar where he places an order for a round of drinks and some shots to be delivered to the group by the two of you. there’s an odd unfamiliarity to the silence between you both and you realise that you aren’t normally this quiet around jude, and neither is he around you; you would always joke that he’d be eligible to talk for england if he wasn’t already playing football for them. he’d retort with a comment about how his ears could almost fall off with the amount of chatting you do, and you’d dryly reply with a ‘well, they’re too big for your head anyway. look at the size of them!’ the pair of you were always as thick as thieves in the eyes of everyone else. which is why you didn’t expect it to be like this, especially after two years of not seeing each other – there was so much you wanted to catch up on from his world and so much you wanted to share from yours. you decidedly gain some courage and take the initiative to spark some conversation, get something going at least.

“soo, how have you been, then?” you’re both facing the bar, your head barely tilting in jude’s direction to indicate that yes, it is him that you’re talking to and not some random like he assumes you are with the way you’re positioned away from him, eyes just about turning to steal a glance of his figure but not to hold eye contact. “how’s la vida española?”

jude finds amusement in your sudden flaunt of the spanish language, a smile breaking out on his face, unseen to you since he’s still facing the same direction that you are, preoccupying his eyes with the myriad of bottles on the shelves while his mind searches for an apt reply.

“yeah, it’s been great, i think i wanna stay there forever,” jude laughs, his fingers tapping on the black surface of the bar. you can’t help the selfish feeling of your heart dropping at his confession. “i miss you, though, y’know… a lot.”

this one confession forces your whole body to turn itself towards him, eyes now chasing after his to seek some form of sincerity, to see if he was just messing about or if he really meant what he just said. he shifts his head to face you now, a bashful look painted onto his features. the expectant silence says it all really; of course i mean it.

you gulp and decide to break the quietness with a sarcastic, jesting “ugh…”, jude’s face dropping at what he thinks is genuine disgust from you. you realise your attempt to denounce the awkwardness has backfired.

“oh my god, you dickhead, i’m joking,” how is it that mere moments ago you were shaking at the sheer real-life presence of him but now you’d transformed into having this confident playfulness? and all of it without a drop of alcohol in your system as well – you’re quietly proud of yourself. “i missed you too, jude… a lot.” you coyly repeat his words.

upon your turn of the confession, the bartender sets down your drink orders and the two of you wordlessly carry the trays over to where your friends are situated, the silence way more comfortable now that you’re both basking in assurance, unbeknown to the other that your hearts were racing at a hundred miles per hour.

***

not even two hours and an innumerable amount of shots later, you’re all a drunken mess; definitely not a surprise to a single one of you. what is a surprise is the way you’re strewn across jude, right leg wrapped around his left, head on his chest, swirling and sipping from what’s clearly an empty glass to any sober, sane person. you grumble and mutter a complaint about the lack of liquor in the booth, taking it upon yourself to head to the bar and order another round for everyone.

“i’ll come with you,” jude announces over the pounding of the music, standing up so quickly that his next five steps are staggered and he has to cling onto your arm to steady himself. “i’m fine, i’m okay.” he assures nobody that asked.

the two of you stumble your way into the path of the bar, determined to drink until the sun comes up and forget every strand of stress until the hangovers come knocking. jude’s soft grip on your arm has you being led in the opposite direction all of a sudden, though.

“uhm, where are we going?” you question, head still turned to where the bar is located, about to ask him if he was so hammered he couldn’t walk in a simple straight line to get to where you’d planned to go. “jude?”

he’s silent, save for humming his way to his desired destination, and you question if he even knows where he’s leading you. before you make the choice of going along with him or leaving his clearly confused self to go cop your next cocktail, you find yourself in the disabled toilets, pushed up against the sink with the door not even shut properly, gasping at how rough jude is handling your body compared to his soft touches from before, and how close his face is to yours, warm breath fanning the skin of your lips. you weren’t strictly against it all but how the hell have you ended up like this? The alcohol and the questions come at you fast, dizzying your brain but you can’t help but feel so keenly anticipative.

“i’m sorry, i just…” he pulls away from you, eyes fluttering closed so he can re-evaluate his actions, exhaling through his nose as if he was letting go of all doubts before continuing. “am i okay to do this?” he places his hands on your waist, pushing himself back into your space, his full lips more or less about to take yours. you have to refrain from letting the effects of alcohol take over your tongue and uttering back with a breathy ‘you can do whatever you want to me’.

instead, you answer with an earnest, eager nod, inviting his lips to finally do that one thing you had been dreaming of for so long, to kiss yours so silly that they’re left with the imprint of him. and jude does just that.

his mouth takes in yours so determinedly, shyness and hesitation now long-dissolved feelings for you both as your hands find home around the back of his neck, pushing his head further onto you, feeling the need to taste him more and more until you’re both consumed by each other.

it’s a messy makeout, noses bumping and teeth clashing, but it’s oh so hot, the way he gasps into your mouth from breathlessness and pleasure, running and gripping his large hands over the material adorning your waist and hips as the need to rip it off you nearly overtakes him. to you, he’s so utterly intoxicating that a gallon of alcohol would pale in comparison to how dizzy his skin on yours makes you feel.

you release a moan at the meagre thought of jude all over your body, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue over yours, filthy noises of wetness and carnality from the both of you reaching high pitch as jude somehow simultaneously pushes you against the sink and pulls you against his chest, his manhandling of you getting you even more hot and bothered before you’re both interrupted by the hub of people passing by and huddling right outside the bathroom, their self-occupied shouts and cheers dragging you out of the bubble that the two of you had wrapped yourselves in, almost sobering you up on the spot.

you push jude out of your way, gentle but abrupt, and give him a look of apologetic regret. “i-i’m sorry,” you say, jitterily walking past him and exiting the room without a second glance or word, heading straight to the booth where your friends are hollering and hurraying, occupied with shot-drinking contests.

your girlfriends offer to go home with you when you lie and tell them you’re not feeling very well, but you decline them, instead telling them to have fun on your behalf and letting them know that you’ll try to text them once you get home safely. you can tell they’re confused by your shaken state and the absence of jude but you grab your bag and make your exit before the interrogation can even begin to brew.

you manage to grab a taxi back home, surprised by how competent you are despite the alcohol in your bloodstream and confusion in your brain. on the way there, you can’t stop the bouncing of your knee nor the racing of your psyche, asking yourself how and why whatever went down with jude went down like that. you curse at yourself for being so impulsive in starting and finishing the whole ordeal with him in the way that you did – you don’t know if it’s the empty, depressive drunk thoughts or just clarity from the whole jude thing that makes you feel like there’s no coming back from this at all. you feel like crawling into your bed and never coming out from it ever again.

the taxi driver has to call for your attention multiple times until you reach earth again and pay him the journey’s fee. you go skulking all the way up to your front door, only letting out a breath that you feel like you’ve been holding since the beginning of the night once the door shuts behind you.

the rest of the night is quiet and orderly for you, telling yourself to not invite any more chaos into your brain and to simply drink some water and to go to sleep. waking up tomorrow morning is going to be painful in more ways than one.

***

you spend the rest of the weekend nursing a ferocious hangover and a frazzled heart, only contacting your friends to tell them that you got home fine and to joke that you probably need a century or two for this hangover to be gone. you thank the high heavens that they don't bring up the topic of you and jude

you try not to think too much about jude, you really do, but sunday night has a couple of taps landing you on the instagram app and you learn that he’s already back in spain, pictures of him in training sliding across your phone screen on his story along with selfies with his teammates. usually, you tap that small red heart at the bottom and hope that he sees it amongst his millions and millions of notifications, a tiny ritual of yours that now has you feeling so pathetic that you don’t dare to do it anymore.

running a hand over your weary face, you set your phone down and opt to nap the night away, finding comfort in the non-intrusion from your friends and the no contact from jude, hoping to keep yourself busy and distracted with whatever the work week brings.

a ring from the doorbell rips through your flat just as you’re organising your pillows, forcing you to stop what you’re doing and ponder who could be at the door on a sunday while the clock ticks some minutes past one o’clock. you don’t recollect ordering any food nor are you expecting a delivery, especially not this late.

trudging your way to the front door, you open it to find jude bellingham standing there and you feel an instant pang of regret, wishing you had peeked through the window to see who it could be, wishing you had pretended to not be in, wishing the ground would open up right now and swallow you whole – anything to escape the confrontation that you’re now having to face. your face heats up with embarrassment and nerves but you manage to rupture the silence before your mouth can turn dry.

“j-jude, hi,” you try and keep your greeting as polite and cordial as you can, even when all you really want to do is to chase him off your doorstep. “what are you doing here?”

your query has jude visibly gulping, hands fiddling with each other as he attempts to hold eye contact with you, his vision a bit blurry from exhaustion. “y/n… sorry, can i come in?”

you oblige, holding the door open wide before you guide him to the living room and invite him to sit down on the plushness of your sofa, settling yourself on the opposite end of it. you silently prompt him to say what he came here to say with a nod of your head.

“uhm, i’m sorry for turning up unannounced, and so late…” ever the courteous. “i had to sneak away from the lads and catch the last flight to here so it was all a bit down to the wire.” he lets out a small, uneasy laugh.

you cut off his rambling with a curt “what do you want, jude?” you don’t mean for it to sound so rude but you still hold the attitude of wanting to get this over and done with, already feeling annoyance at yourself for even letting him into your home.

“right, yeah, i actually wanted to talk about what happened on saturday,” he goes back to fiddling with this thumbs, eyebrows furrowed but he avoids looking at you this time. not that you can blame him because your own vision shifts to anywhere but his direction. “i’m so sorry for making you uncomfortable a-and please tell me if this is inappropriate, but i haven’t stopped thinking about last night, i haven't stopped thinking about you, i-i’m sorry, i know this is all so silly and you probably don’t even feel the same bu-”

you stop him right there, this time with good reason as you can’t bear holding back your real emotions, not when he’s practically given you the green light to spill the contents of your heart.

“no, jude, i didn’t feel uncomfortable at all,” you assure him, gaze now on the footballer in front of you and you almost can’t believe the words leaving your mouth right now. “i wanted it to happen, i’m glad it happened, you know, i think i’ve had dreams about it happening,” you try and offset any tension with a timid chuckle before turning quite pensive. “i really like you, jude, i have for a long time… god, sorry, this is so embarrassing.” you return to making light of the situation you’ve put yourself in, the timidness sinking back in as quick as the relief lifts you up.

jude moves closer to your now-cowering body, knees touching as your heartbeat surges with worry and self-consciousness all wrapped up into a tight, miserable ball. he puts his sweat-dampened hands into yours and squeezes in silent assurance before raising them up to his lips and laying a chaste kiss on the heated skin.

he can’t help but break out into a sweet smile, eyes threatening to crinkle at the edges. your face is still sketched with tension and now confusion has joined the mix.

“i can’t tell you how long i’ve waited to hear that from you, how much i needed to hear it,” your eyes meet his, widening in surprise a little. “i’m a fool for not telling you sooner… i like you, y/n, i really like you.” he repeats your own words back at you, leaning in with a smattering of amusement dancing in his vision.

“can i kiss you?” the question leaves your lips faster than you can even process it in your brain.

jude wastes no time in replying with a firm pressing of his mouth on yours, deepening it within seconds, the need to cement his feelings for you being told through the way he cradles your head in his hand, leaning you back onto the arm of the sofa to further intensify the kiss. your lips move along with his, the soft weight of his body pressed against yours making you whine into his mouth in ecstasy.

he lifts off of you with a puckering of his swollen lips, the both of you taking the chance to draw in some air and attempt to regulate your breathing pattern.

“please take me to the bedroom,” you beg, breathless from the sheer sight of his dark eyes and pretty pout. there’s no fight nor denial from jude as he picks you up and prompts you to wrap your legs around his waist, quickening his pace once you point in the direction of your room.

he lays you down on the bed so gently, lips latching onto yours once again before they travel down your jaw and over the warm skin of your neck. the light touch of his fluttering eyelashes married with the pressure of his soft lips has your head spinning, hands tentatively laid on top of your sheets since you don’t trust yourself to not grab his head and bring it back to your lips. his fingers tinker with the waistband of your pyjama trousers, stretching it off your skin before he asks permission to peel them down your legs.

once they’re cast away in some corner of your bedroom, jude divides your legs by the underside of your knees, tucking himself into the now available space between them, turning onto his side and resting on his left forearm. he leaves a small kiss over your covered cunt and you try your best to not just clamp his head in between your thighs and smother him with your growing wetness here and now.

“need to get you ready, baby,” the sudden mention of the petname has you throbbing, squirming even more when he traces a line from your clit down to where there’s a small damp spot forming on the dark material of your underwear.

“jude, please,” you whine out, lifting your hips in a desperate bid to get the boy to strip your lower half completely.

he shushes you in his own charming way, making sure to comply with your demand by getting up onto his knees and discarding your soaked panties in a matter of seconds, the cold air generated by his large hands whipping them off you hits your exposed pussy, making you hiss through gritted teeth.

jude returns to the gap between your spread legs, sitting back but still on his knees, his higher position causing you to shift onto resting your body weight on the palms of your hands in order to peer at his actions – which start with him re-tracing that same teasing line from your aching clit to your hole with his thumb, the feeling now so intense on your unclothed skin. he hums in what sounds to be satisfaction when you throw your head back in pleasure, taking it in his favour to slip his index finger into the tightness of your pussy.

you release a guttural groan at the feeling of finally having some part of him inside you; you of course don’t want this to be the only part but you’re still so very grateful, so fucking grateful he’s now rubbing at your clit in delicious rounds, thumb tracing circle after circle while his fingers form a pair, pistoning in and out of you so easily due to the way your cunt douses itself with every move of jude’s.

“fuck, baby,” jude moans at the sight of his soaked digits every time they barely pull out of that pretty pussy, his thumb torturing your sensitive bud increasingly so, the cries and whimpers spilling from your lips an incentive for him. “feel so good and tight around my fingers, can’t imagine how you’ll feel around my dick.”

his words have you absolutely reeling, writhing against his hand to try and chase that moment of release.

“please, jude, i’m so close,” you’re warning and demanding at the same time, almost begging him to not stop or even think about moving his fingers out of you. “god, please, i need it,”

jude suddenly retracts both of his hands, leaving you bare and empty. “no way, baby, need to have you cumming on my cock or not cumming at all,” he comments with a shake of his head, denying you the opportunity of leaking your cum over his hand. upon seeing your bewildered face, he makes up for it by putting on a show of licking your juices clean off his fingers, the digits popped inside his mouth and dragged right back out with a low moan, him praising the way you taste.

“move up the bed for me, angel,” he orders, watching you while he stands up and unclothes himself as quick as he can. you scoot backwards, legs still spread open like they’ve been locked in that position, before pulling your oversized t-shirt off of you, chest void of a restricting bra . “good girl,” he praises, crawling up to hover his body over your laying one, cock in hand as your legs come to wrap around him. “are you still okay with this? we can stop at any point, okay?”

the sincerity of his voice has you melting. some would remark that the bar is in hell for you but the truth is that you hadn’t been with anyone like this for more months than you could count on your hands. you've been touch-starved and lacking words of affirmation for so long, and you needed something to be only about you for once.

“i’m more than okay with this,” you smile up at him, nodding to make your approval fully known. “and yes, i know i can stop you if i need to.”

jude reciprocates the same smile before leaning in and smothering your lips with his, pushing his cock into your tight wetness, so tight that your pussy almost pushes him back out, not used to being penetrated by something so thick.

“oh my god!” the feeling of tightness/fullness has you both gasping out the same thing at the same time, erupting into quiet giggles when the two of you realise your matching reactions.

jude’s mouth finds its way back home in the embrace of your lips and you swear this is heaven, the way his cock slides in and out of your sopping cunt, set at such a perfect pace, the slight friction causing you to grow even wetter – the filth of it all contrasts so well with the sweetness of his muffled moans and tender kisses on your neck, moving down onto your collarbones and tits.

a particularly harsh thrust of his cock has your back arching, chest pushed up to his heated face, and he takes this golden opportunity to wrap his lips around your erect nipple, spending a good while sucking and tugging on the skin around it. you’re amazed at how his cock doesn’t relent inside you, the speed still so quick and consistent even when he’s so occupied in painting splotches on your tits with his mouth.

“there,” he pants out, pulling his head back and marvelling at his own creation. “now, there’s no doubt that you’re really mine.” the smile he gives you is a killer.

you whine at his declaration of you belonging to him, scratching at his shoulders and calling out his name to indicate that it’s all too much for you, that you’re so, so close to cumming on his cock and really giving him what he wants rather than pleasing yourself. you figure that’s you gone now; you’re more willing to put the boy above your own needs because you’re down that fucking bad for him.

“fuck, jude, i’m gonna cum!” you sob, your moans becoming more frequent and higher pitched, legs starting to shake from the intoxicating mix of exhaustion and delight. you’re frantically chanting “please, please, please” into his mouth which parts to swallow your whimpering, wet lips kissing your trembling ones.

“go on, baby, cum for me, cum all over this cock,” he groans out, eyes squeezing shut when the feeling of your pussy clamping down tightly on his thickness proves too much to handle, face finding refuge in the crook of your neck. he knows you don’t need his permission, he would’ve let you orgasm as many times as you wanted to, would’ve let you use him like your own personal sex toy, but the words were only there to keep you going when his hips felt like faltering – he needed you cumming on his cock like he promised before, and he wasn’t about to fuck it up himself.

a final scream rips from your throat as you cum hard around jude, pussy clenching and pulsating around his cock so sporadically you thought you were having two orgasms at once. jude can’t handle it anymore, pulling out with a myriad of moans as he pumps his shaft with a hand, decorating the expanse of your lower abdomen with warm, white liquid. you’re still squirming, slowly trying to wheeze out the remaining whimpers from your lungs which you’re finding hard to do with the way jude pants and moans above you, the boy so spent he can’t help but breathe like he hasn’t had access to air for the past hour.

he flops down by your side, arms and legs sprawled like a starfish, chest rising and falling as he attempts to recuperate from the mindblowing sex you two just had. the image is so unserious that you can’t stifle your giggles but you decide to take another step of courage to lay on your side resting your head on his shoulder, fingers stroking his abs and playing with the curly hairs of his happy trail.

the room is quiet now with the scent of sex wafting through your nostrils on occasion but it’s the most comfortable silence you’ve experienced with jude, the feeling of his hot skin on yours so soothing to you.

after a period of panting, jude clears his throat and your ears prick up at the presence of sound. he turns his head towards you and you lift yourself up and off him out of instinct – you want full attention on him.

“i don’t want this to be a one-time kinda thing, y’know,” he proclaims, biting his lip from saying too much in one go.

“what, is this your way of saying you want round two already?” you joke, nose crinkling at the way he rolls his eyes playfully.

“shut up,” he delivers a poke to your side. “i mean, well, i don’t want either one of us to see this as a spur-of-the-moment thing, i just…” you look at him expectantly, silently telling him to continue. “i want you to be my girlfriend, y/n.”

you’re nearly knocked back by his words, wondering if they’re real or if you’re simply just hearing things. you thought dialogue like that, coming from him, was only reserved for your imagination, kept secret and only spoken to you in late-night mental scenarios that would comfort you on your way to slumberland.

you let out a laugh that’s an odd mix of relief and disbelief, quickly replying “yes, yes, of course” to his awaiting face, which releases a look of relief itself before jude captures your lips with such passion you’re both knocked back onto the plush pillows, giggling into each other’s mouths until your hands find themselves running down the defined muscles of his abdomen and over his hardening cock.

#girlies i’ve never had alcohol in my life so i hope the way i wrote reader & jude being drunk was ok !!! 🫶🏽#then again i’ve never had sex in my life and i write extensively about it so u know . 😭😭😭#guys imagine if before every smut fic i wrote a disclaimer like ‘guys i-i’ve never had sex before but i hope i did okay with this 🥺🥺' LMAO #ALSO omg im sorry abt the inconsistencies in tone + tempo i legit wrote this over a 5 month period + came back to it at times when i didnt #feel like writing + i was just tryna get to the good bit iykwim ( ͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ °)#˗ˏˋ 📝 ˎˊ˗#˗ˏˋ 💬 ˎˊ˗#jude bellingham #jude bellingham smut #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham x fem!reader #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham x y/n #football imagine #footballer smut #footballer imagine

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awearywritersworld · 3 months

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mdni

gojo in pearls gojo in pearls gojo in pearls

he has one necklace that's rather short, so it rests just above his pretty collarbones. the other is a bit longer, reaching the middle of his chest.

usually you like the shorter of the two better. his neck is so lithe, the pearls decorating it make it look even more graceful. but when you're in bed? it's a different story.

the longer necklace dangles over your face as his hips thrust against your own. the pearls brush against your nose and mouth with each desperate move he makes, and sometimes they get caught between your lips when he captures yours in a kiss.

#stop and the fact they'd match his hair #pretty pearls for a pretty boy #:))))#also hi hi hi!!!#im hoping to more active again!!!#had this thought while drunk on vacation but got embarrassed and deleted #but now its back😎#m!writes!smut #gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo imagines #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #jjk smut

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onabat11e · 5 months

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my kind of stress relief (lucy bronze x ona batlle)

hiya lovlies! its finally finished! i’ve added the ao3 link before the read more, i decided to just cross post fics for people who like to read on tumblr also <3

rating: E for explicit (18+)

warnings: smut, strap-ons, strap sucking, fingering, cunnilingus, probably something else i forgot

summary: ona is stressed from training, lucy is more than happy to help her relax (also known as ‘I needed an excuse to write smut’, so feel free to skip the plot)

wordcount: 4.4k

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Lucy could practically see the stress emanating from Ona with the way she was walking from the car back to their shared apartment, her shoulders tight and head down.

Lucy unlocked the door, holding it open to allow Ona to enter first. Both girls slipped off their shoes before Ona made a beeline for the living room and crashed onto the sofa, Lucy following her.

“C’mon, love,” Lucy sat next to Ona, tapping her lap for her girlfriend to come and rest on her. Ona did just that, sighing as she placed her head onto Lucy, who began playing with the baby hairs at the nape of her neck, nails gently scratching over the skin beneath.

“Tough day?” Lucy asked as she half-mindedly traced patterns across warm skin. Ona’s response was merely a grumble of something unintelligible before she planted her face into Lucy’s leg.

“How about a bath then?” Lucy tried again for a response, a warm feeling spreading in her chest at the way Ona turned her head to look up at Lucy, brown eyes sparkling at the suggestion.

“Mmm, now that is a good idea,” she smiled through heavy eyelids before adding, “Only if you’ll join me, though.” Ona pouted as if Lucy needed any further convincing of the idea.

“Of course, my love,” Lucy smiled at the view of her girlfriend resting her head across her lap. “Might have to let me get up first, though.” Ona rolled her eyes at the joke, planting her face back into Lucy’s thighs.

Lucy gently nudged Ona to allow herself to get up and go to the bathroom to start the bath. Disgruntled by the loss of contact, Ona huffed and curled up on the sofa, watching Lucy wander off.

Lucy headed towards the room’s centrepiece, a large porcelain bathtub, feeling the cool tile under her feet. She turned on the faucet, checking the temperature before putting in the plug and adding some scented bubbles under the running water.

Lucy busied herself in rummaging through cupboards for towels and collected comfortable clothing, setting them aside for later. Lucy added a few more details: dimming the overhead lighting before striking a match and setting some tealight candles alight. Once she decided she was happy with the setting, Lucy called across the apartment to Ona, who soon plodded into the room and took in the warming embrace of the room's aura.

“C’mere,” Lucy helped Ona undress, carefully kissing over newly exposed freckled skin after removing each piece. There was nothing Lucy enjoyed more than making Ona feel loved and beautiful.

“My beautiful girl,” Lucy traced over Ona’s back tattoos, causing goosebumps to arise under her fingers. Ona felt the blood rush to her cheeks, blushing at the compliment from Lucy.

“No, you,” Ona replied over her shoulder before turning back around and pulling up the bottom of Lucy’s sweatshirt, helping the older woman take it off.

After both girls were naked, Lucy climbed into the bath first, sitting and getting comfortable. Lucy held a hand up to help Ona join her, who placed herself between Lucy’s legs. Strands of loose brown hair tickled Lucy’s chest as Ona placed her head down on her. Ona released a breath and closed her eyes, relaxing a little as Lucy kissed her forehead.

“What’s got you so stressed then?” Lucy asked, fingers intertwining with Ona’s. Unsure if Ona was ready to talk, Lucy worried that she was overstepping boundaries, but she was put at ease when Ona’s reply came quickly.

“Mmm, just with everything happening,” Ona motioned with her hand. “Mapi’s injury, Alexia needing further surgery... what if I-“. Ona’s mind was running a million miles a minute, considering all the possibilities for herself and the club and worrying about the future of her career.

“Shh,” Lucy kissed Ona's temple, cutting off the rambling. “Don’t overthink it. You’ll be fine; the team will be fine.” The soft tones of Lucy’s voice calmed Ona’s anxieties, allowing her to relax further into the bath.

Lucy helped wash Ona’s hair, giving her a scalp massage as she lathered the shampoo, followed by the conditioner, and ran warm water through her hair, rinsing after each product.

Rubbing the soap into Ona’s back, Lucy could feel the stiffness of the muscles under her palms. She pressed her hands slightly harder into Ona, examining her body and the stress that her body physically held onto.

“Your muscles feel so tight,” Lucy sighed, empathising with how tense her girlfriend must feel. Ona just sighed in agreement as a response and let Lucy continue bathing her.

“I think you need a full-body massage, darling,” her voice lowered ever so slightly, fingertips pressing gently into the soft skin of Ona’s shoulders. A slight whine escaped Ona’s lips at the sensation of Lucy rubbing her sore tissue: her way of agreeing to a massage tonight.

Ona wandered the bedroom, covered in only her towel, anticipating the massage to come. Meanwhile, Lucy had decided to slip on her sports bra and some sweatpants before quickly following Ona.

“Get yourself comfortable,” Lucy instructed as she began lighting candles and locating the cocoa butter for Ona’s massage. Ona discarded her damp towel and lay on the bed, facing down. The scent of vanilla and lavender began to fill the room and set a calming ambience for the evening.

The bed shifted, the weight of Lucy now kneeling next to Ona’s bare body. Lucy squeezed the bottle, cold lotion meeting warm hands, rubbing it evenly between them before starting at the base of Ona’s neck.

The cold contrast made Ona jump a little before she relaxed into Lucy’s palms, which now caressed her shoulder blades and spine. Lucy was revelling in the small whimpers that would escape Ona’s mouth. And honestly? Ona couldn’t deny that the way Lucy’s hands were working her muscles was sending small waves of pleasure low in her core.

Lucy's hands continued, taking extra care of the tight muscles around Ona’s neck and shoulders, passing over Ona’s ‘Good Luck’ tattoo at the base of her back. Lucy’s fingers pressed and circled over Ona’s skin, using moderate pressure to relax the muscles.

Almost inaudible noises and hums escaped Ona as Lucy continued to rub the cream into her tan skin; Lucy tried to ignore the thrumming in her lower abdomen at the noises she was evoking from Ona. Her mind wandered slightly, thinking about other ways to force Ona to make these sounds.

Lucy moved down to Ona’s legs and started pushing fingertips into muscular calves, feeling the built-up tension dissipate from the actions. She massaged the muscles, moving up and past Ona’s knees. When skilful hands reached her thighs, Ona’s legs subconsciously opened from Lucy’s touch, allowing Lucy to capture a glance at her glistening pussy.

“Someone’s needy, huh?” Lucy teased Ona about the wetness that had gathered at her entrance. She licked her lips as she admired Ona’s form, fantasising about what she wanted to do to her.

“I can’t help that you have that effect on me,” Ona giggled, spreading her legs wider and rolling her ass backwards, lifting herself ever so slightly off the bed. Ona would be lying if she said she couldn’t feel her pussy throbbing with need just from Lucy’s masterful hands roaming over her back.

After ensuring that she had massaged Ona thoroughly, Lucy gave Ona’s ass a playful grab before instructing Ona to turn back over.

“Feeling better?” Lucy asked, moving up the bed to lay on her side next to Ona. Idle fingers occupied themselves with tracing swirls onto Ona’s inner forearm.

“Mmm, mostly,” Ona’s eyes drifted down, looking at the curve of Lucy’s lips. She leant up, sneaking a quick kiss from Lucy.

“Oh?” Lucy feigned shock, raising her eyebrows and bringing a hand to her chest. “Was it not good enough for you, my Highness?” Her fingers moved from Ona’s forearm, moving up past her tattoos, across her shoulder, before finding their resting place at the base of Ona’s neck.

“I can think of something that would help,” the implication of Ona’s statement was heavy, hanging between them. Lucy’s eyes travelled to Ona’s lips momentarily, noticing her smirk before she pulled Ona in for a kiss.

Ona sat up in the bed slightly, pushing into the kiss. She parted her lips against Lucy’s, begging her to deepen the kisses. Lucy straddled Ona, a knee placed between Ona’s thighs. Ona tried to subtly shuffle, bringing her core down against Lucy’s knee to try and relieve the growing pressure. The action made Lucy pull back from the kiss, taking a moment to look Ona in the eyes.

“Naughty girl,” Lucy tutted, pushing her knee into Ona, this time with purpose, causing a slight hitch in Ona’s breath. “Trying to use my leg to get yourself off? You could have just asked nicely.” Ona tried to look away with shame, but Lucy placed a finger under her chin, tilting her head and forcing eye contact. “Do you want that? You want your pretty little pussy to get fucked?” Ona’s cheeks heated with Lucy’s crude words.

“Please,” Ona managed to breathe out, her head already dizzied with lust. Lucy's hand stroked around Ona’s neck before cupping her face and leaning back in to kiss her again. Their kisses got more frantic, tongues making small touches and asking for entry, both girls allowing the other in with ease.

Ona was desperate to be touched, to the point she thought she would be able to cum just from grinding against Lucy. That was until Lucy pulled away again, dipping her head to kiss the sensitive skin of Ona’s neck.

Lucy began kissing a path down her memorised map of Ona’s favourite spots, feeling the girl’s heartbeat come to life under her touch. Lucy smiled into the skin at Ona’s hitching breaths when her lip brushed over the top of a hardened nipple.

Ona’s back arched, her sensitive chest begging for more stimulation. Warm lips took the nipple in, her tongue swiping across and around it, causing Ona to writhe at the sensation.

Lucy released the nipple with a slight tug of her teeth before leaving a wet trail of kisses across Ona’s chest to give the other equal treatment. As much as Lucy loved and wanted to drag out teasing Ona, she knew how badly the girl wanted- needed to be fucked.

Lucy’s hand danced down soft skin and made a slow motion, dragging a single digit up Ona’s wetness. Lucy gathered the moisture on the tip of her finger, circling it around Ona’s desperate clit.

Whispered profanity echoed in the room from the two women; Ona moaned from the teasing touches Lucy left on her. Lucy started her slow motions and stroked wide circles around Ona’s clit before building up to quickened rubbing. Lucy looked at Ona and noticed her trying to swallow her reactions, chewing on a quivering bottom lip.

“Don’t hold back,” Lucy reached up and brushed a stray strand of hair from Ona’s face before cupping her chin and looking into her eyes. “Tell me what you want.”

“Inside,” Ona whined, barely able to form words, the now present dominance in Lucy’s voice making her feel weak. Eyebrows furrowing, she continued, “Need your fingers to fill me.” Lucy was more than happy to provide, giving teasing strokes between Ona’s folds before pushing a single finger into her.

Ona’s groans begged Lucy for more, her hips thrusting up to meet Lucy’s movements. Lucy curved her finger gently against the soft tissue before dragging it out slowly and repeating the motions, Ona’s walls desperately fluttering, desperate for more contact. Lucy continued her movements, working at Ona’s growing wetness.

“Need more,” Ona grabbed Lucy’s wrist, holding it and making eye contact. Lucy’s mouth twitched, a smirk forming in response to Ona’s newfound assertion. Lucy let out a slow breath before she added another finger, pushing two fingers into Ona now, feeling the warmth accommodate the increase. Ona’s grip weakened, her hand falling and letting Lucy pump strong fingers into her again.

“You’re so good for me, baby,” Lucy cooed. “Do you know how sexy you look right now? Taking my fingers like a good girl.” Ona’s head fell back, the dirty talk sending a spark of pleasure travelling down her core.

Lucy took this as an invitation, kissing up the side of Ona’s neck, stopping when she reached underneath the younger girl's ear. Lucy took the earlobe between her teeth, using a playful force to tug on the flesh.

The palm of Lucy’s hand hit Ona’s clit as her movements grew more intense, quickening the speed of her fingers, her bicep flexing as she thrust her arm into the movements. Lucy moved her thumb up to resume rubbing Ona’s clit. The girl's back arched further off the bed, the additional pleasure sending her reeling.

“I-“ the word half choked, half moaned out. Ona was getting close and wasn’t sure how much longer she could last from Lucy’s fingers pleasuring her.

“I want to feel you cum on my fingers; do you think you can do that for me, baby?” The low sound of Lucy’s voice sent another jolt of pleasure coursing through her. Ona murmured a string of words in Spanish, bringing a hand to her mouth and biting down on her fingers to stifle the sounds.

Lucy sucked the skin below Ona’s ear, sensing how close to climax the quivering girl under her was. Lucy whispered for Ona to let go, saying sweet nothings and complimenting the girl for taking her so well.

Ona’s breathing was shallow, coming and going in short bursts. The combination of Lucy’s fingers pumping and thrusting and the roughness of the thumb on her clit was enough to push Ona over the edge.

Ona’s orgasm hit her with a crash, her walls gripping again and again onto Lucy’s slowing fingers as Lucy guided her through the waves of pleasure. All Ona could feel was her thighs shaking and clit twitching underneath Lucy’s touch.

“Oh darling, look at the mess you’ve made.” Lucy teased, making sure to maintain eye contact before licking the remnants of Ona’s cum off of her fingers and the palm of her hand. Ona’s eyes were heavy, her breathing deep as she recovered. “And to think I’d just bathed you. I guess I’ll have to clean you up.” Before Ona could come around to say anything, she felt Lucy’s tongue on her inner thigh, making long strokes against the remnants of her prior orgasm.

“God,” Ona whined, her thigh twitching at the contact of Lucy’s tongue on her delicate skin. She opened her legs further, giving more space for Lucy to continue her work of licking and teasing Ona’s inner thighs.

“You’re such a messy girl, aren’t you?” Lucy referred to the sheen covering Ona’s inner thighs and the wet patches on the bed between her legs. Ona covered her face and tilted her head back, not wanting Lucy to see the blush of embarrassment cover her cheeks.

Lucy licked a straight line up from Ona’s entrance up to her clit, humming at the taste of her heat. The view of Lucy, head between Ona’s thighs, lapping up the juices, her juices, was breathtaking.

Lucy sucked Ona’s swollen clit into her mouth, humming at the taste of her girlfriend’s need. Ona’s hips jolted back into the mattress, choking on a moan, the stimulation almost being too much where she was still sensitive from her previous orgasm.

Ona’s hands slipped into Lucy’s hair, tangling among the strands, desperately needing to find more pressure. Lucy cycled between suckling on her clit and circling it with the tip of her tongue, wanting to draw out the experience as much as she could.

“Joder,” the Spanish rolled off her tongue, her hand tangling further in the strands. “I’m not going to last long if you - God - if you keep doing that.” Moans broke up Ona’s sentence, her eyes rolling back into her head at the pleasure.

Lucy grabbed the underside of firm thighs, bringing Ona closer to her. Ona mumbled something under her breath as Lucy continued to play with Ona’s clit in her mouth, not caring about the mess that was beginning to drip down her chin from the act.

Ona let out a whine as Lucy continued to suckle on her clit, her fingers circling Ona’s entrance again, threatening to dip inside.

“No teasing,” Ona complained, her walls fluttering around nothing as Lucy’s fingers danced just shy of where Ona needed her desperately. Ona continued to buck her hips, her cunt begging to be fucked by Lucy’s fingers again. She pressed the digits further in, two fingers immediately finding their target, curving and pressing at Ona’s sweet spots, causing the girl to arch her back off the bed, shuddering with pleasure.

Lucy began slowly curling her fingers and pumping inside Ona. The wet lewd sounds of Ona’s pussy filled the room, harmonising with the small whines and moans. Lucy toyed with Ona’s clit, taking her time and swirling slowly with long licks.

Lucy could feel Ona getting close again, the woman moving her hips unrhythmically, muscles tensing from the pleasure building in her core. Lucy doubled down on her actions, fingers thrusting quicker into wetness, her tongue picking up the pace, leaving shorter and quicker licks across her.

Lucy slowed her movement as Ona’s walls began spasming around her fingers. She wanted to drag out this high for as long as she could, increasing the pressure on Ona’s hot clit as it twitched through the orgasm.

Ona’s body went limp, her breathing hard and jagged. She looked down, beckoning Lucy to join her. Lucy leant over the top of Ona and ducked down for a small kiss. Ona smiled into the kiss, still able to taste herself on Lucy’s lips. Ona reached to tug at Lucy’s waistband, looking up through heavy eyelids for permission to dip her hand in and touch her.

“Shh, tonight is about you,” Lucy placed a hand over Ona’s. “I would rather make you cum until you forget your name.”

“But I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel,” Ona swallowed, trying to ignore her body’s reaction to Lucy’s near-sinful words.

“Hmm?” Lucy quirked an eyebrow, “And how good is that?” Her thumb stroked the back of Ona’s hand as she looked into her eyes with a look of intrigue and adoration.

“So. Fucking. Good.” She kissed the side of Lucy’s neck between each word before leaving a light lick and sucking over her pulse point.

“How about,” Lucy intertwined her fingers with Ona’s. “If you’re a good girl and cum on my cock, I might just let you eat me out. Yeah?” She squeezed Ona’s hand, awaiting her response.

Ona shuddered with pleasure at the idea, her pussy throbbing with anticipation of Lucy’s strap filling her up. She nodded up at Lucy, biting on her lower lip slightly.

After a short search, Lucy located the toy before stripping off and stepping into the harness, the purple strap standing to attention between her thighs, giving her a confidence boost.

The way Ona looked up at her with lustful eyes caused a coil to tighten in the bottom of Lucy’s stomach. Lucy knew Ona was likely wet enough to take the dildo but still opted to apply additional lubricant to the length for Ona’s comfort.

Lucy rejoined her partner on the bed, target fixed on the wet heat where Ona’s thighs met. Kneeling between Ona’s legs, Lucy grabbed the base of the dildo and positioned it at Ona’s entrance.

“Are you ready?” Lucy rubbed the tip of the dildo against the wetness that remained at Ona’s entrance, watching how the girl’s abs would tighten slightly each time it hit her clit.

“Sí, cariño,” Ona affirmed before adding, “Need you in me so badly.” She begged, opening her legs wider to beg for Lucy’s cock. Lucy was eager to oblige, using her grip on the toy to guide the tip into Ona.

Ona closed her eyes, letting her body adjust to the strap slowly being pushed into her. Lucy guided the toy slowly, inch by inch, paying close attention to her girlfriend’s expressions.

“Are you okay?” Lucy’s voice softened as she momentarily took Ona’s hand for support, her thumb rubbing against her. She paused, half inside of Ona, and waited for further assurance before moving her hips any more.

“I wanna feel you deep in me,” Ona wrapped a leg around Lucy’s back, trying to pull her closer. Lucy traced Ona’s jaw and bottom lip, smiling at her with pure love and adoration in her eyes.

Lucy slowly moved her hips back, pulling out most of the way, pausing for a beat before easing back into Ona’s heat again.

“Fóllame,” Ona begged, needing Lucy to fuck her harder. She sucked her bottom lip in, eyes wide and full of desire. Lucy obliged, picking up her pace. The lewd sounds of skin on skin and the toy ploughing into Ona filled the room.

Lucy hooked an arm around Ona’s right leg, lifting it around her waist to fuck Ona deeper. The new angle caused the woman underneath her to moan at the sensation of being filled. Lucy upped her pace, fucking Ona with frantic passion. She admired the way Ona’s body shook, her breasts bouncing in time with Lucy plunging her cock into Ona.

Ona’s free hand gripped her chest, eyes rolling back at the additional pleasure she was giving herself. She took a nipple between her fingers, pulling at the sensitive area and groaning.

Her hand continued down her body, reaching her clit and gently tweaking it between two fingers. Ona stilled her hand momentarily and locked eyes with Lucy, a silent request to be allowed to touch herself.

“Fuck,” Lucy groaned at the sight of it, head tilting back slightly, “Play with that pretty little clit for me, baby.” The rasp of Lucy’s voice sent boiling pleasure down Ona’s spine. Her fingers sped up at the command, pressing tight circles into the sensitive area. Lucy’s hips kept rutting into Ona’s, the two bodies shaking together.

“Close,” Ona whined, thighs starting to tense up, her body getting ready for release. Lucy admired the way her cock disappeared into Ona’s body, again and again, lewd wet noises coming from Ona.

“Cum for me,” Lucy’s voice was dark as she kept up the pace, grabbing harsher at Ona’s thighs, fucking her with an unrelenting tempo. She wanted Ona to feel every inch of her thrusting and pumping in her.

Ona threw her head back as her noises grew in volume, her body pushed over the edge; she covered Lucy’s strap in another release, fluttering around the strap. Lucy whispered praises to Ona as her hips continued to fuck her through her climax. Lucy reduced her movements to slow, long strokes to aid Ona through the aftershocks of pleasure. Lucy pulled out of Ona, who whined at the loss before Lucy fell next to her on the bed. Lucy breathed hard, chest heaving from the physical exertion of fucking Ona's third orgasm out of her.

Ona looked at Lucy with dopey eyes, admiring her flushed complexion and the sweat beads rolling down her temples. She couldn’t help but be enamoured by Lucy’s rising and falling chest.

She leaned down and kissed a path down Lucy’s torso, taking extra time to worship Lucy’s prominent abs, rubbing over them with her fingers. Bringing her mouth to the tip of the dildo, Ona licked her lips before taking it in her mouth. Maintaining eye contact, she used her mouth to clean her warm juices off of the strap, moaning as she did so. She hollowed her cheeks, taking the toy as far deep into her mouth as she could, tears pricking at the sides of her eyes from the sensation of the silicone hitting the back of her throat.

After sucking the length a few times, she circled the tip with her tongue before licking down to the base and then trailed off in kisses to meet Lucy’s thigh. The new contact with sensitive skin caused Lucy to let out a fluttering breath.

Making quick work of the harness, Ona discarded the garment and toy before bringing her face back between the muscular thighs and licking up the pooling arousal that was begging for attention.

“Your turn,” Ona’s tone was cheeky, biting her lip. She gripped Lucy’s thighs, opening them further to position herself closer to Lucy’s pussy.

Ona’s tongue toyed with Lucy’s entrance, teasing and dipping inside, moaning at the taste of her girlfriend's desire. Lucy sighed, the tips of her fingers digging into Ona’s scalp, beckoning her to continue. Ona hummed into Lucy’s pussy with delight at just how wet and worked up Lucy had gotten from fucking Ona into the mattress.

Ona was sloppy, her tongue lapping at Lucy’s sex, revelling in the taste and feel of her. She experimented with a range of long licks and quick movements, indulging in all of the little reactions Lucy’s body had. Ona loved feeling Lucy’s body tremble and crumble under Ona’s touch.

The mix of saliva and Lucy’s arousal covered Ona’s lips and chin as she took Lucy’s clit into her mouth, giving a light suck on it as her tongue made quick circular strokes.

“Oh fuck, don’t stop, baby,” the guttural groans she made in reaction to Ona’s tongue echoed through the room. Lucy’s thighs were shaking as she was already approaching her climax.

Ona’s hands pushed down on Lucy’s hips, pinning her down and stroking up the soft skin. Roaming hands settled over abs, feeling how they would flex in response to particular tongue movements or when Ona changed the way she was sucking and lapping.

Lucy couldn’t stop the string of profanity from leaving her mouth, her body feeling overrun with the pleasure that her girlfriend’s mouth was giving her. Ona’s tongue continued to dance circles around Lucy’s clit, not daring to falter or slow.

“Fuck,” Lucy exclaimed as her head fell back against the pillow. “I’m close,” her hands continued tangling into Ona’s damp hair, her nails pressing against the soft skin of Ona’s scalp. Lucy’s back arched further off of the bed, her hips grinding into Ona’s mouth as she chased her high.

Lucy’s shallow panting stopped momentarily, her hips lifting off the bed as she held Ona’s head in place, trembling against the wet mouth that remained sucking on her clit.

Lucy let out a shuddering breath as she tried to regulate her breathing after cumming hard on Ona’s tongue.

“Alright, baby?” Ona shuffled back up the bed, curling up into Lucy’s side and draping an arm across her torso.

“Feeling relaxed yet?” Lucy asked, tucking a stray piece of hair behind Ona’s ear before she replied:

“Mhm, that’s my kind of stress relief.”

#ona batlle #lucy bronze #ona batlle smut #lucy bronze smut #woso fanfics #woso smut #mine #my writing #honestly not 100% happy with this because i’m a perfectionist but i didn’t wanna push it back AGAIN #smut #luna

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hhawks · 2 years

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pro hero iida. big hunky pro hero iida. with curve to his legs and just a little bit of a tummy, coming home to you, his pretty housewife and flipping your skirt up while you're on the couch on your tummy, reading a book. you make a noise of surprise, but you don't even have the time to say anything before he's pulling your panties down, nearly ripping them off in his haste.

(tw dubcon, unadulterated horny i couldn't stop thinking of big hunky iida battering my cervix in prone)

"have to... haveta be in you," he rasps, and you hear his hands unzipping his pants. "d'ya need to be prepped? i don't think— i don't think you need it."

and you can't even stop him before his fingers are kneading the flesh of your ass, pulling the pudge apart. you're not that wet right now, but with each brash and careless stroke of his fingers, your core is tightening. "tenya," you try to reason. "what's wrong?"

he hisses, and you feel his wet, blunt cockhead against your thigh. "just— i need to feel you. you're my wife, right?" he crowds his body against your back, his chest flush against your skin. "be a good wife and take it for me, okay?"

and he pushes in, the tight squeeze of your thighs knocked together by his knees making the both of you groan. you can't complain; he's knocking every last breath out of your lungs as he forces his cock into your ill-prepped hole. it hurts, stings even, but you bury your cries into the pillow and let him fuck you. he's grunting, moaning in your ear, all the sweat and the tenderness of his evidently stressful day leaving him in every stoke he delivers to your poor pussy.

"'m not gonna last long," he whispers. "don't have a, a condom either—"

"it's okay," you whisper back, your words twisting into a deep moan as your cheek presses against the couch cushions. "tenya, it's— fuck, it's okay."

it hurts. he's fucking you, rutting into you like a man starved, like an animal. your pussy wraps around him, gripping him as he slides out, and making the lewdest sounds as he fucks back in. "yeah?" he mumbles against your ear, his cockhead kissing your cervix. "you like this?"

it's hard not to. had not to fall in love with this version of tenya, who lets his rigid composure break, and his needs come through. only you get to see this, only his wife, in the privacy of his home, into the ungodly hours of the night. he's so rough, so unlike himself, so unlike ingenium.

you love it.

love the way he's holding your hip in one hand, gripping the sheets in the other. love the bruises you know are gonna form under his touch. love the way he's losing his mind, losing himself as he fucks you, chasing his own orgasm.

love the way he spills into you with a groan, biting your shoulder to muffle his cries as he thrusts harder, deeper into you. you feel his cum, warm and thick inside you, your tight pussy milking his obscene cock.

"fuck, fuck," he mutters. tenya's cock isn't getting any softer, you realise. "you didn't cum, did you? fuck. i need to— need to make you cum on my cock, okay?"

"t-tenya—"

"quiet." he commands you, his hips drawing back and then pushing back to slam against your ass. you cry out, biting your lip to muffle the sound. "i'm not done with you yet."

#not back just wanted to post #iida x reader #iida smut #iida tenya x reader #iida tenya smut #okay bye again #writing tag #.top

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starrystevie · 7 months

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steve falls in love with eddie because he's this perfect amalgamation of everyone he's ever loved.

there's nancy's curly brown hair, of course, but also her fierce stubbornness and her bashful little smile when steve is being purposefully obtuse. there's tommy's passion, his impulsivity, his need to get under steve's skin in the best way possible. there's jonathan's quick remarks with a crooked grin and heather m's soft touches on bruised skin and robin's flailing hands when she talks that steve loves so much.

there's even the dorkiness of his kids that only amplifies when eddie's around them, all their talks of fantastic worlds that steve knows nothing about but nods along like he gets it. there's the bright blinding smiles that seem to pull at every face in the room when they win, hooting and hollering in a harmonious chorus.

steve falls in love with eddie for all of those things but also for all of the things he possesses on his own. his charm and his wit, his need to make steve smile every waking moment. the way he knows when steve needs quiet and dark so he closes the blinds before wrapping him up in his steady arms.

eddie falls in love with steve for all of the things that seem new to him.

he's never had a guy treat him like steve does, never had soft smiles and cards on valentines day, never had date nights or kisses in the daytime or a hand that fits gently against his own. he doesn't feel like a dirty secret pushed away to closets and out of windows. he doesn't see the quick glances around to make sure no one's watching before he gets into steve's car like he's used to getting with old partners. he doesn't get shushed or ignored or heartbroken.

he's used to being shrouded in darkness but steve is like sunshine, his love warming eddie like sunrays in and of themselves. he's used to confusion and questions but steve makes him feel wanted. makes him feel loved back.

steve is protective and smart. he sees through the bullshit eddie's built up around himself and holds him when those walls inevitably crumble down. eddie falls in love with steve because he sees him for who he truly is and loves him because of it.

they fall in love with each other because their jagged edges were made for one another, like puzzle pieces in the wrong box finding their way back home. they fall in love with each other because nothing else has ever felt more right. they fall in love with each other because everyone they loved before was a trial, a test, pushing them together whether they knew it or not.

#hi hello i promise i haven't vanished i just don't have the mental energy for tumblr (as silly as that seems i know)#i think once my bb is finished my brain will finally feel not in anxiety mode 24/7 and i can be back to cutting it up with yall here again #my writing #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie drabble #steddie fic #steddie fluff #ps heather m is not a person in stranger things but it felt empty without another person being in there so i made someone up sue me #bee not writing smut at work? what in the world????#long post #could i put this under a readmore? yeah but it seems kinda pointless so sorry about that

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scholastic-dragon · 8 days

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Happy birthday!!! For the request thing, I was thinking prompt 1 “This cock isn’t going to suck itself” with prompt 33 “Think anyone will notice if I start fingering you right now?” with bayverse Raphael and female reader, please Maybe like it starts with prompt 33 and then they head to the bedroom which leads to prompt 1?? In the end idc I'm sure it'll be amazing either way <3 thank you so much!

Oooooooo, I like these ones! You got it!

Bay!Raph x Fem!reader

Hunger

Warnings: fingering in the kitchen, oral sex, spelling mistakes

How or why it happened you don't know.

No, that's a lie. You know exactly how it happened.

You and Raph were thick as thieves, best friends, and it was no surprise to anyone when feelings were revealed and you guys got together.

But now it was a problem.

Touches no longer had to be hidden, kisses could be had, cuddles were a must.

And the tension just kept growing, and growing, and growing.

Which leads you to right now, pressed into the fridge in the lair with a very excited raph kissing you like it was the end of the world.

He groaned against your lips, hands massaging and gripping your ass. Grinding his hardened cock against your clothed center you moan, eyes flickering open and hitting his shoulders.

"Wait, Raph, we can't....your brothers..."

"They're all busy," He dismisses, kissing and sucking bruises onto your neck. "We're fine,"

"Let's go to your room-"

He groans, slipping his tongue into your mouth for a deep passionate kiss. One hand holds your jaw while the other hooks one of your legs over his hips. He rolls them forward, feeling the wet spot growing through your leggings.

"You don't seem that opposed to it," He chuckles, pulling away, looking down at your disheveled form.

"Raph-"

"Think anyone will notice if I start fingering you right now?"

You swallow your tongue, a strained noise leaving your throat. You most certainly want that but not here.

"We can't," You protest, face flushed.

"Can't?" He echos with a laugh. His hand leaves your ass, rubbing over your folds through your leggings.

"Raph," You whine as quietly as you could, biting your lip. His hand slips under your waistband, and you don't have the strength to stop him when you feel the thick pads of his fingers against your soaked folds.

At this angle, Raphs giant form and shell block you from prying eyes in the kitchen doorway.

In hard, fast strokes he teases your clit, making your eyes water from holding back moans. Your fingers gripped his biceps, but he didn't seem to care.

"Eyes on me," He husked. Your eyes lift. He smirks and traces his finger along your folds before sinking into your heat.

You mouth opened, but raphs palm covered your mouth before the sound could escape. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

His hand moved firm and fast in your sopping heat.

Your back arched, moans lost to the calloused skin of his palm. Your feet on their tip toes as your hips rolled with the rhythm of his hand.

"You wanna cum?" He taunts, leaning in to lick and suck at your neck.

You nod helplessly.

Pressing a kiss to your collarbone, he pulls away, his hand leaving your heat with a squelch.

You whine as he licks his finger clean. "Can't risk anyone seeing you cum, baby doll, let's go to my room,"

You smack his arm, taking his hand you drag him through the thankfully empty living area and to his room. Closing and locking the door behind him.

He's on you in an instant, slipping his tongue past your lips and removing your clothes. Your hands skim his hand scales and muscles, removing his basketball shorts. His cock juts out and hits your thigh.

Cupping your face he pulls back and smirks down at you. Taking a hold of your face, he makes you peer down at the thick appendage.

His hand grabs the thick base and strokes, slowly. You moan, feeling your knees go weak.

"This cock isn't going to suck itself," He points out.

Meeting his eyes, you push on his chest, his knees hit the bed and he sits on the edge. You straddle his lap, kissing him and pushing him to lay down.

His shell lands on the squishy mattress and you prop pillows under his head to rest comfortably.

Then with a smirk you crawl around until your pussy is inches over his face.

He laughs, his hand coming up to smack and pull at your ass. "That's my girl," He yanks your hips down and licks and sucks at your pussy.

You moan, one hand pressing on his hip to keep yourself steady and the other massaging his thick cock.

Precum rolls from the tip and your quick to lean in and drink it down. Kitten licks mark his tip, then you roll your tongue up and down the veins of him.

He moans against your folds. His teeth nip at your clit, makimg you buck your hips against him.

Opening your mouth wide, you sink your pout down on him, stroking what doesn't fit. He moans and rolls his hips.

You work together, bringing the other to release. Yours is coming fast, his lips sucking and kissing your clit until your screaming around his cock.

The band coils in your stomach until you can't take anymore and it breaks. You have to remove your mouth so you don't bite his cock off, and scream and ride his face.

Once your breath returns, you swallow his cock again and stroke him hard and fast. He squeezes your thigh.

"I'm gonna cum," He groans, his hands massaging your ass and thighs.

Smiling you suck his tip hard and reach a hand down to fondle his tail. He moans like he always does when you touch his tail.

His cock jerks, spilling his cum into your mouth. You make a show of humming and swallowing every drop.

"Fuck, babe," He sighs. Lifting you and setting you on his chest.

You look down at him, a smile on your face. Giggling softly, you lean down and kiss his full lips.

When you pull back he laughs softly, pinching your sides.

"Guess we didn't need food after all,"

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skzcre · 7 months

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oof seungmin into crying AND bimbofication AND degradation??? ugh please i want him to fuck me absolutely stupid where i can’t even close my mouth. just drooling everywhere and he’s forcing you take his fat cock while calling you his dumb bitch ugh please spit in my mouth🥺

there were like several asks abt seungmin w a crying kink and i am here to deliver because … Fuck .

quick warning this is delving real DEEP into bimbofication, y’all. it may be a little too much, i dunno i don’t think i’m the Best writer when it comes to this stuff but just be careful besties <3

i just cannot get over sadist seungmin. cutest puppy boy with the filthiest desires, he just wants to break you. turn you absolutely brainless. wants you to follow him around practically begging him to bully you 😖😖

thinking abt a scene where he just takes his time. i dunno if any of you have ever looked into the bimbofication kink too much but there’s a thing some people do where they create this hypnotizing audio basically repeating over and over that you’re just a dumb bimbo with holes to be used. now imagine seungmin doing that.

sits you down and just teases you real slow and whispers in your ear over and over that you’re nothing but his little toy. kissing your neck softly, pulling piece of clothes off. just barely grazing his fingertips over where you want him to be until your brain is just oozing out of your ears. your eyes are hazy, you’re drooling over his fingers. whispering and pleading for him to use you like the toy you are.

he keeps this going until you’re crying and god the smile that grows onto his face when you start. gives you the EVILEST grin before he’s cooing at you. “oh, poor stupid baby. just so desperate for my dick, aren’t you? i bet you can’t even remember your own name right now.”

and he’s absolutely right, you can’t. in your mind, you’re just minmin’s fuck toy. a warm and wet hole for him to devour whenever he wants to. he doesn’t stop practically edging you the entire time. pulls his dick out, finally, and you’re just so eager to get to it and god he thinks you’re so fucking cute like this.

you’re crawling towards him so fast and he just presses his finger to your head. “not so fast, pup. you work for it.”

i gotta turn this into an actual fic at some point before i lose my goddamn mind.

#i meant to make this longer but i am again #hiding at work 😖#gotta go back out before i get fired #imagine me getting fired bc i’m just writing filthy shit abt kpop boys #ask box: seungmin #skz smut #stray kids smut #skz hard hours #skz hard thoughts #stray kids hard hours #skz headcanons #skz imagines #stray kids headcanons #stray kids imagines #skz seungmin smut #kim seungmin smut #seungmin smut #seungmin hard hours #seungmin hard thoughts

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xjustakay · 9 months

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(9/7) prompt: early — 1,461 words (nsfw; explicit sexual content; shower shenanigans) @jegulus-microfic

Regulus knows that James had the day to work from home, but when he gets back to their flat, it’s quiet inside. The lights are off in the living room, the late afternoon sunshine slanting through the blinds. There’s no clack of computer keys, no overlapping voices of a Zoom meeting or phone call. James isn’t at the table or even on the couch. Upon listening closer, Regulus realizes that the shower water is running.

Which is perfect actually, because despite the fact that his last class of the day got abruptly canceled, allowing him to head home before he usually would, it’s been a long day. Overly priced course reading, pretentious teachers, and an obnoxious group project already assigned; he’s fucking done with this whole university thing and he’s got a long way still to go. Finding his boyfriend in the shower and being able to join him feels like exactly what he needs.

Regulus leaves his school bag in its usual spot, toes his shoes off just inside the door, then heads to the bedroom. He’s halfway stripped out of his clothes before he’s even in the adjoined bathroom. Seconds after he pushes the door open he freezes, thumbs hooked in the waistband of his briefs and darkened eyes staring toward the distorted glass of the shower.

James must not have heard him come in over the sound of the water. Or perhaps he’s too focused on his current task, as Regulus can make out the shape of exactly what James is doing beneath the shower water that’s filling the bathroom with steam. James hums, low and throaty, unintentional more than likely, and Regulus feels like the sound drags down every groove of his spine, making him shudder faintly.

He watches for a few seconds, can just make out the distinct shift of James’ one arm as he tugs over his cock in quick strokes. Another soft groan from inside the shower has Regulus hurriedly shimmying out of his underwear and moving to the door. As soon as he carefully slides one side open, it’s James’ turn to freeze. Wide eyes land on Regulus where he stands outside the shower still, the hand James has wrapped around his heavy, leaking cock halting.

“Well, don’t stop on my account,” Regulus murmurs slyly.

There’s zero shyness in the way that he takes James in. Every inch of him on display where he’s half-turned toward the open door, there’s more than plenty to look at. Water rolls down his tan skin, steam dances around him, and he’s honest to god a picture perfect wet dream right now, naked and dripping with his cock in his hand and nothing but undeniable want in his gaze.

James exhales a punched out breath, eyes dragging down over Regulus’ naked body. His hand glides along his cock in a slow pull, teeth grazing his bottom lip before he says, “You’re home early. I was supposed to have two hours to myself.”

“I mean, I can go and leave you to it, if that’s what you really want.” Regulus points with a thumb back over his shoulder.

“Fuck off,” James huffs, half a laugh, teetering into a groan when he tugs at his cock again. “Get in here.”

Regulus definitely doesn’t need to be told twice. James turns fully to face him, hands immediately curling at his waist and tugging. There’s no time for Regulus to adjust to the heat of the shower water on his skin before James is leaning down to kiss him.

Immediately, James licks into his mouth, two matching moans bouncing off tiled walls as they get a taste of each other for the first time since early this morning. One of Regulus’ hands grips at the back of James’ soaked hair. After a few seconds, he yanks at it sharply to pull him back. He doesn’t go far, mouthing along the edge of James’ slightly stubbled jaw until he gets down to his neck and bites.

James moans, long and loud, as Regulus sucks his skin between his teeth, leaving his mark on him in the way that he so loves. Their cocks slide against each other when James’ hips jerk forward, seeking out friction he’d been giving himself moments prior. Regulus swears under his breath right into the curve of his neck, already just as hard as James is.

His opposite hand scrapes down James’ chest, clipped fingernails over one nipple earning another moan before he moves all the way to his intended destination. The moment Regulus’ long fingers wrap around James’ length, a whine escapes James’ lips.

“What were you thinking about?” Regulus keeps the motion of his hand along him slow, tantalizing. He’s dragging this out now that he’s got the chance. “Tell me.”

James hisses when the pad of Regulus’ thumb circles the slick head of his cock. “Shit— You. Always you.”

“Oh, you can be more creative than that, baby, come on now,” Regulus teases. “What was I doing?”

It’s clear that James is having a difficult time with this, already worked up from getting started on himself before Regulus got there and made things harder for him. James drops his forehead against his, water from his hair dripping past the fluttered blink of Regulus’ eyelashes.

“Was I doing something like this?” He goads him further, quickening his strokes for a few seconds then slowing back down again.

James sucks in a shallow breath, head shaking against his. “Not your hand.”

“My ass then?” Regulus hums. Pulls his hair again to jerk his head around while the other doesn’t let up. “Thinking about how you fucked me so good last night you left me aching all morning?”

James moans between parted lips, no words available to him, it seems.

Regulus grazes his teeth along his jaw in a path to his ear, licks hotly down the shell of it. “Or maybe it was my mouth, huh?”

James’ fingers press harshly into his hips, inevitably painting new purple over what already twinges slightly beneath it. Regulus will never tire of those ten little bruises coloring his skin, reminding him of the fucking perfect hands that left them there.

“Was that it, then? Thinking about my mouth on your dick?” James knocks his forehead down against Regulus’ shoulder, grips his hips so tight it nearly hurts. “Picturing how pretty I look on my knees for you while you fuck my throat, make me cry with it?”

“Regulus, Jesus fucking—”

“I can give you that, baby, just say the word.” Regulus squeezes around the base of James’ cock and revels in the way James shudders in response.

“M’not gonna fuckin’ last at this rate,” James manages after a low groan.

“Mm, at least I’ll get to taste it.”

The shower water’s gone lukewarm as it pours over them, but Regulus is on fucking fire as he drops down and wastes no time taking James into his mouth. He pushes forward as far as he can, relaxing his throat, nose brushing a familiar trail of dark hair. James grips at his dripping curls with both hands and thrusts shallowly right there at the back of his throat again and again and again.

As warned, he doesn’t last long, managing little more than five or six thrusts before he’s crying out with his head thrown back, spilling down Regulus’ throat as he swallows every drop eagerly. As Regulus pulls off and inhales a ragged breath, there’s still a thick string of drool connecting them for a moment before the raining water between them rinses it away. Regulus blinks a single built up tear loose from the corner of his eye, hazily looking up at where James is slowly working to catch his breath.

“Happy I got home early?” His voice is positively wrecked, but he knows that’s one of James’ favorite ways to hear it.

James’ laugh teeters on delirious as he shakes his head. He leans forward to extend one arm and brace his hand against the shower wall. His other hand tucks beneath Regulus’ chin so he can trace his thumb over reddened lips slick with spit.

“Probably just as happy as you’re gonna be when we get out of here and I realign your spine again,” James murmurs.

Regulus hums and shifts from his subtly aching knees to stand back up. He takes a brief moment to kiss at the corner of James’ mouth before he purposefully turns his back to him. Regulus knows exactly what he’s doing when he wiggles his ass back into him then tilts back to loll his head onto James’ shoulder.

“Wash my hair for me first, I earned it.”

James laughs again, wholly amused this time, but he does exactly what Regulus asks.

#jegulus #jegulus microfic #*jazz hands* back at it again with dead of night smut microfic #been a few days since i did these had to come back with a bang #the shower is clean but the talk is dirty #what a time #kay’s microfic #kay’s writing

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