#brain still turning to mush every time i see them
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the best teacher
ʚ synopsis: Nanami finds out you've never had an orgasm and he's determiend to show you exactly how to do it
ʚ pairing: Kento Nanami x reader
ʚ cont: fem reader, established relationship, inexperienced reader, he talks you through it, fingering, clit play, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, masturbation, protected sex, prone bone, rough sex, big dick Nanami, fluff
ʚ note: congrats @l0rdgeosupport3rr on winning my spur of the moment fic giveaway, i hope u enjoy <3
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI (18+)
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"Are you nervous?" Nanami asked, his deep voice right against your ear seeping into your head and making your brain turn to mush. His hands dragging from your thighs to caressing your torso was quite distracting as he sat behind you, your back against his hard chest. You could feel his excitement poking you in your lower back, making you wonder how much he was holding back right now.
You had confessed to your boyfriend Nanami when a makeout session got a little hot and heavy, that you had actually never touched yourself. Well, not successfully anyway. It took everything in you not to cower away when he sat you down in front of him and made you explain exactly what you were having trouble with. You confessed you wanted to take things further with him, but you were nervous. Every time you touched yourself, you would bring yourself right up to the edge, but you could never manage to push yourself over the ledge and feel that bliss everyone always talked about.
Nanami, the ever-loving boyfriend he was, generously offered to help you out. Nanami hadn't had many partners before you, but he did read romantic and erotic books in his free time and maybe went a little above and beyond in biology class when the topic of discussion was women's bodies. Kento never wanted to make anyone uncomfortable with his actions if he were ever to be intimate with someone, so he studied like hell to make sure that never happened.
"Don't be nervous, sweetheart. I'm gonna walk you through it okay? Just leave everything to me, all you gotta do is relax and pay attention." Nanami whispered against your ear, his reassuring words making your body relax and melt against his. "Good girl." He praised when he felt your shoulders go slack against him. Nanami continued to rub his hands up and down your soft thighs, one hand caressed your stomach and hips and the other crept up your skin to squeeze your breast through your bra, making you bite back a moan on instinct.
Nanami noticed you holding back your sounds, and dragged his other hand to massage both breasts now, squishing them together and kneading them in his large palms. You rolled your head to the side and tucked your face in Nanami's neck, pressing your thighs together as the stimulation sent jolts of your head to the bundle of nerves between your thighs.
"You don't have to hold back your voice with me. You can be as loud as you want, just let it out. I know it feels good." Nanami praised, crossing his hands over your chest and sliding his right hand under the cup of your left breast, and his left hand under your right one. Nanami felt his cock twitch when you released little gasps and moans into his neck, your breath tickling his skin.
He resisted the urge to fuck his hips against your ass, not wanting you to think he was trying to rush you. The older man found your hardened buds under your bra and pinched them softly, rubbing and twirling them with his fingers. Both of your hands shot up to grab his thick wrists for comfort as you squirmed against him, rubbing your thighs together to bring yourself some relief.
"Does that feel good, honey?" Nanami asked, looking down at you from under his lashes. He couldn't see your face, as you were still hiding it in the crook of his neck, but your noises and the way you nodded rapidly agaisnt him were good enough. "Does your cunt ache?" Nanami asked, licking his lips as he watched you hump against your thighs. "Mhm." You responded, your body jolting and shaking against his as he rubbed your nipples expertly with his large fingers.
"Good, you should always warm your body up first before you touch yourself. Don't rush, get excited. Wait until you can feel yourself dripping." Nanami instructed, his vulgar words making you want to shy away from him even more. "I need to know you're listening. Do you understand?" He asked, pausing his ministrations until you gave him a proper answer so he knew his teachings would not be in vain.
"Yes." You whispered against him, making Nanami crack an almost unnoticeable smile at your bashfulness. "I'm gonna rub your pussy over your panties now," Nanami warned you, waiting for a nod of understanding before he pulled one of his hands out from your bra and started dragging it down your body. He flipped his hand and just barely ghosted his fingertips down your body, dragging them down your skin as he made his way to your thighs, leaving goosebumps in his wake.
Little gasps and choked breaths from you made him pull his bottom lip between his teeth as he tried to restrain himself. "Part your legs for me, please," Nanami asked sweetly, waiting until your legs were spread before he hooked his legs over yours, making it so that if the stimulation got too much, you couldn't snap your legs on his hand while he got you off. "H-haah.." Your breathing seemed so loud in the now suddenly quiet room and Nanami did the same motion he did down your body, just teasing his fingers over your knees and down to your sensitive inner thighs.
"Kento..." You whined breathlessly, rocking your hips into the air out of impatience. Nanami's resolve faltered for a moment when your ass started grinding back on his cock, giving him the perfect stimulation. His eyes rolled back in his head as he lost himself for a moment, relishing in the pleasure. "You want me to touch your pussy?" He teased, his voice deeper and more aroused sounding than before as his lips tickled over your ear.
You slightly leaned your head away from him, exposing a bit of your neck and the side of your face to his lips. Kento pressed a featherlight kiss to your ear, making goosebumps raise over your arms before he spread his fingers like a V and teased them around your cunt. He let out a sigh with you, his cock twitching when your hands squeezed his wrist that held your tit tighter.
"Please Ken, I need it." You begged, spreading your legs further to emphasize your words. You couldn't take your eyes off his hand that teased over your pussy, not yet touching you where you needed him the most. Kento massaged your breast in circles, using the fat to calm himself down when he felt a bead of pre-cum leak from his aching dick into his boxers.
"Is this what you need?" He whispered sensually against the shell of your ear as he pressed his thick middle finger along the center of your pussy, dragging it against your clit, down to your needy hole, which had now soaked your panties with your juices. You let out a gasp and tipped your head back against his shoulder, exposing your neck as your eyes fell shut in bliss.
"This spot here is important," Nanami spoke between kisses against your throat, his eyes half closed in bliss. He tapped his thick middle finger against your clit, before he pressed down on it and started rubbing it in circles. "Oh fuck-" You gaped, your chest inflating as you sucked a deep breath into your lungs. "You need to touch your clit like this if you want to cum." Nanami instructed, making sure you were nodding after every sentence he spoke.
"Uh-huh, u-u-huh." You moaned, nodding dumbly as you relished in the feeling of Kento touching you through your panties, your greedy hole clenching around nothing at his touch. "How do you touch yourself? You said you have trouble finishing, are you touching your clit like this?" Nanami asked, making your face rush with blood. Your cheeks felt hot as you opened your eyes and looked between your legs. Nanami watched you watch him from the corner of his eye, waiting for you to speak.
"Y-yeah." You tried to speak, your voice coming out breathier and more stuttered than you thought it would. "It gets really i-intense the closer I get to..." You trailed off, darting your eyes to the side of the room. Nanami raised his eyebrows and rubbed his fingers faster over your clothed clit, his cock throbbing when your voice hitched and your moans raised in volume. "You can say it. It gets intense before you orgasm, right? That's why you can't finish, your body goes rigid, doesn't it?" Nanami said, hitting the nail right on the head.
You nodded at his words, taking a moment to greedily take air into your lungs when Nanami ceased his rubbing and nonchalantly started sliding his fingers underneath your panties. "Y-yeah, f-fuuuck." You began to speak again when your words were cut short as Nanami started rubbing his bare fingers against your hot, wet clit. It felt ten thousand times better than him teasing you through your panties.
"It feels so much better after teasing yourself right? Your body is worked up and ready for more, it's aching for it. You nodded, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you whined into the room, your moans echoing off the walls. You were unable to stop your hips from jerking into his hand when he started rubbing your clit with two fingers more rapidly.
"I-its you," You gasped, your nails digging into his thick wrist that held your tit. Nanami cocked his head in confusion, waiting for you to elaborate. "Y-you, it feels good b-because it's you," Nanami swears at that moment his brain short circuits as he fights every neuron in his body to not send signals to his dick to cream his pants right now. "You really..." Nanami trails off as he slides his hand out from your bra and grabs your neck, tipping your head to look up at him.
His lips collide with yours in a passionate, needy kiss. His lips move quickly, wasting no time before his tongue was mingling with your own, making your already needy pussy throb for more. "Gonna put my fingers in." He moaned between kisses, his eyebrows furrowing when your humping got more needy, and your ass rubbed his cock just right from behind.
Your lips separated from his own with a gasp as he slid a finger down to your tight, sopping entrance and pressed it in. Both of you moaned in tandem when he slowly slid his finger in till the base of his finger was pressed against your entrance. "I'm gonna need you to put what you learned to use for me sweetheart, can you do that?" Kento asked, releasing the hold he had on your neck, settling just to rest his hand on your throat. You nodded at him, feeling yourself pulse and squeeze around his thick finger that stayed still inside you.
"Go ahead and rub your clit for me, small circles, just like I did." He instructed. You reached your shaky hand into your panties with his own and found your clit which was already wet with your juices from Nanami's previous touches. "Good girl." Nanami praised you as you followed his instructions. The second you started moving, Nanami did do. "A-ahhh-" Moan after moan fell from your lips when Nanami started curling his finger inside you and thrusting at the same time, sending intense shocks all throughout your body.
"This is your g-spot, some people can cum just from touching this spot here, but most of them need clitoral stimulation as well," Nanami said. You did your best to nod along with his words and listen in general, but the stimulation was so intense, it was making your head spin. "Ah ah, keep moving your finger." Kento tsked, slowing down his own when he saw how lazy and slow your fingers got while rubbing against your clit. It wasn't your fault he was making your body go slack.
"We have plenty of time to figure out if you can cum just from penetration another day." Nanami voices, pressing his soft lips against your cheek in a kiss. "Right now I'm focused on bringing you to orgasm." The way in which Nanami so causally talked about these things made you dizzy. Sex and things of the like were usually taboo and embarrassing to talk about, but not to Nanami, and he was determined to make you feel the same way about it.
"I'm gonna add another finger okay?" Kento asked, slowing down his thrusting inside you. "Yeah, uh-huh." You responded, half listening to his words. Nanami smiled to himself as he watched your eyes fall shut, your finger now rapidly rubbing circles against your clit shamelessly as you lost yourself in the pleasure. Nanami pulled the first finger out and slowly reinserted it with a second one. He spread his fingers a bit as he slid them inside your warm walls, trying to stretch you out so you were able to take something bigger later on.
You winced in discomfort when he scissored his fingers inside you, but that discomfort soon diminished when he curled his fingers against that same spongey spot against your walls, making you see stars behind your eyes. "H-harder, Ken fuck me harder." The man behind you was unable to suppress the groan that slipped between his lips from your shameless words, his hips canting against your ass, rubbing his cock against the inside of his boxers at your shameless words.
"For a virgin, you're surprisingly needy. You sure you haven't done this before? Did you just want me to baby you?" Kento teased, picking up the pace of his fingers as he spoke. Moan after wonton moan spilled from your lips, your body thrashing and jolting against his as the pleasure from your g-spot and clit combined to form a ball inside your stomach. "N-no, I haven't I- promise." You stuttered out, gasps and whines cutting you off as you got closer and closer to the edge.
"I'm teasing, sweetheart. You are close though aren't you?" He asked, noticing how your pussy clenched around his fingers more frequently. "You gonna cum for me? Gonna orgasm all over my fingers?" Nanami groaned, the squelching from your sopping cunt going straight to his neglected dick. "F-fuck yes, I- I think so y-yes." You cried, thrashing your head from side to side agaisnt his chest.
Your hand that still held his hand against your throat squeezed tightly. He noticed your fingers slow down on your clit at the same time, a telltale sign that you were close. Nanami had a feeling you needed both clitoral stimulation and penetration to get you to reach your high, and he was determined to make you finish. "Doing so well my love, keep rubbing your clit, you can't stop, okay? I know you can do it, almost there." Nanami's reassuring words helped you focus on putting all your strength into your finger that rubbed back and forth agaisnt your clit.
Suddenly, your chin was being pushed up and Nanami's lips connected with yours in a sloppy kiss once more. Kento groaned into your mouth at the feeling of your pussy constricting his fingers. His wrist started to ache from curling his fingers against your tight walls so repetitively, but he knew if he stopped, you wouldn't cum. Your desperate whines and moans against his lips aided in fueling his tired wrist to continue on and finish you off.
"Kento- I'm- I'm cumming-" You whined high pitched against his lips, your legs shaking as they fought to push against his own that held yours open. It was getting harder and harder to kiss him back as your body went ridged, your mouth opening in a wide O, and your eyes rolling back in your head. "That's it, right there, yeah-" Nanami's own jaw dropped and he watched with awe as your body convulsed with pleasure.
He moaned with you as if he was cumming himself, his body curling forward with yours as you came, your legs shaking and cunt trambling around his fingers. Your own hand had stopped rubbing your clit, just resting against it as you came, no longer having the strength to touch yourself as you orgasm for the first time. Nanami continued curling his fingers against your g-spot until the spasms had stopped and you slapped his wrist with your hand, letting him know it was getting to be too intense.
"Fuck- fuck-" You gasped, your body stayed curled over yourself as Nanami leaned back, separating his chest from your back. The sound of a zipper followed by rustling, then skin rubbing on skin brought you down from your high completely. When you tried to turn around, Nanami pushed your upper back down again, forcing you to stay bent over like you were. You could hear his heavy breathing and gasps from behind you. You knew exactly what he was doing.
Leaning forward, you placed your hands on the bed in front of you and spun around, sitting on your knees between Nanami's thighs. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you did so well." Nanami praised, looking into your eyes as he stroked himself off. Your eyes trailed down to his thick cock, and you gasped in awe at the size of his cock and how wet and flushed it was. He must've been really holding back.
Nanami's large hand caressing the side of your face brought your attention back to his eyes, away from the mess that was between his legs. "Don't worry, I'm almost done. Just couldn't take it anymore." Nanami rushed through his words, obviously drunk off your orgasm. Your heart was racing out of your chest. You wanted to help him but you had no idea how to. It seemed unfair for you to get off with his help and not give him the same treatment in return.
A moment of confidence washed over you, and you reached out to grab his wrist, stopping him from touching himself. "Sweetheart really, I'm almost there, it's oka-" "Use my pussy." Your words hit Nanami like a freight train. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He squeezed the base of his cock tightly to prevent himself from busting a nut all over himself right then in there from your words alone.
"What?" Nanami asked, his eyebrows furrowing together. "You can fuck me." You said again, nodding at him. "You... you stretched me out, right? I can take it." Nanami swallowed hard and pulled his lip between his teeth, his head knocking back against the pillows for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. He didn't want to pressure you into doing something you weren't ready for, although you seemed to really want it.
Nanami released his cock and cradled your face with both hands, making you look into his eyes. "Are you sure?" He asked, summiting to the idea surprisingly quickly, you were expecting a little more pushback. "I'm sure." You nodded, placing your hands over his own that held your face. Nanami's cock twitched, bobbing heavily between his legs in the open air, hastily pulled out from his boxers and pants. "Then... please lay flat on the bed with your stomach against the sheets.
Your heart raced as you listened to Nanami rip the condom package open behind you. The pillow he stuffed under your hips before you laid down was putting a nice pressure on your pelvis, making you squirm in anticipation. A large hand pressing into the sheets by your head brought you back to reality. You saw the shadow of Nanami's much larger figure behind yours as he hovered over your body, stroking his cock over your ass.
"Keep your thighs together, you can even cross your ankles over one another, I read that feels good for some women." You felt like cumming already. Nanami's show of intelligence about the female body made you want to scream, but you settled on nodding, wrapping your arms around the pillow under your head for support as you let out a noise of understanding.
"If it becomes too much or you need to stop at any point, let me know," Nanami instructed, waiting until he heard a verbal answer from you before he readied himself. Nanami took a few deep breaths and closed his eyes, reminding himself not to get carried away or be too hard with you. "Okay, relax for me," Nanami instructed. His large hand gripped your thigh to pull your ass to the side so he could get a better view of your pussy from the back as he prepared himself to put it in.
"Nanami, I can take it. I'm not going to break." You whispered into the pillow, words Nanami made sure not to miss. You closed your eyes when you felt Nanami's chest tickle against your back. A kiss was pressed against your temple, making you shut your eyes as the kiss was lasting. "Thank you, sweetheart. You always take such good care of me." Nanami whispered into your ear as he rubbed his cock agaisnt your hole.
You felt a heat rush over your skin at the feeling of his hard cock touching your cunt. It felt weird, hot, hotter than you imagined. Nanami gripped his cock hard at the base and pressed his fat tip against your hole, thrusting his hips forward against your ass slowly as he inserted his cock inside you. The two of you gasped in tandem when his tip penetrated your walls and his cock split you open.
Nanami watched as your eyes rolled back in your head, your pussy clenching and squeezing mercilessly around him. "Please, r-relax your cunt honey, I can't get inside you if you're like this," Nanami begged, feeling his orgasm build up inside himself already. It had been a while since he last got laid... a long while, he knew he wasn't going to last long, but neither were you, so it would work out perfectly.
"It's not me- y-you're so big." You whined, trying to relax your cunt around him but it didn't seem to do anything at all. Nanami bit his lip at your words and dropped his chin to look at where the two of you were connected, his cock throbbing against your walls at the sight of your tiny cunt sucking him in perfectly. "Yeah? My cock is big?" Nanami teased, his voice deep and raspy as he fully pressed his hips flush against your ass, smiling to himself when you tried to scoot your body up on the bed, trying to escape how deep he was inside you.
"Y-yeah, fuck-" You whined, crossing your ankles over one another. Your clit was being stimulated between your thighs, bringing you the perfect relief as Kento slowly thrust his cock in and out of you. "Can you feel how deep it is inside you?" He asked, emphasizing his words with a mean, hard thrust, his heavy balls slapping against your ass. The way you were squeezing your thighs together made the stimulation and pleasure on his end ten times more intense, as each time he pulled out, his cock was still being squeezed by your ass and thighs pressed together.
"'S so deep-" You whined, your eyes rolling back in your head. Nanami's resolve snapped at that moment. You sounded so fucked out and horny, he was unable to stop [ his hips from moving into yours. He quickly found a pace as he thrust his cock inside you, your pussy squelching with every thrust. Each time he fucked his cock inside your walls, it felt like your intestines had to expand to make room for his girth, but it was all rewarded each time he rammed his hard cockhead into your sweet spot so deep inside you.
"Oh god, right there!" You cried, your body jolting when Kento angled his hips in a way that allowed him to slap his cock into the most sensitive part of you with each thrust. Nanami placed his other hand by your head, allowing him more momentum to fuck into you as he was in a steadier position. "Yeah, right here? Is this your sweet spot?" Nanami cooed, feeling his balls throb with the need to fill you up with each thrust.
You nodded dumbly, drool dribbling out of your mouth and onto the pillow from how lax your mouth was. Nanami wanted to kiss you so bad, but he didnt want to move too much and jeopardize the position he was in right now, as he was fucking into you just right. "Do you need me to play with your clit?" Nanami offered, feeling his orgasm creep up on him faster than he expected, even though he knew he wasn't going to last.
"N-no, I'm gonna f-finish like this." You cried, tensing your pelvis and abs as you felt your own high grow closer and closer. Nanami nodded at your words, his eyes darting between your ass that ripped with each thrust and your eyes that rolled back in your head each time he pounded you. Nanami brought his hips back enough to where his cock was almost completely pulled out of you, just his tip remaining inside your walls before he slammed his hips agaisnt your ass, shoving his entire length inside your cunt.
You were unable to speak as your high washed over you unexpectedly like a freight train. Your entire body went tense, and your cunt squeezed impossibly tighter around Nanami's cock like a vice, making him stutter in his thrusts as you came all over his cock. "Oh god-" Nanami groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head and his head dangling limply in front of him as your pussy pulsed rhythmically around him.
"I'm cumming, c-cumming-" Nanami did his best to warn you before he finished, but his orgasm caught him off guard much like your own, so he was only able to groan out a small warning before wonton groans and moans were spilling from his lips and his cock shot hot ropes of his seed into the condom. Nanami's body jerked and his abs clenched as he came, hard.
His hips stilled against your own, just twitching and jerking as he came inside you. You could feel his cock kick and throb as he filled up the condom, the warmth from his seed burning your walls and warming you up from the inside out. Kento hissed as he pulled out of your tight cunt, apologizing when you made a sound of discomfort as well. You forced your tired body to roll over to the side to look at Nanami.
The man looked disheveled and exhausted. A deep blush spread across his face and down under the V of his collared shirt, his hair was ruffled and his forehead was dripping with sweat. He looked so focused as he slid the used condom off his softening cock, letting the heavy appendage fall against his thigh as he tied it in a knot and placed it on the edge of the bed for himself to throw away later.
He found your eyes once he was finished, a smile gracing his features as he tucked his cock back in his boxers and crawled over to you, wrapping you in his embrace. He rested his head on your chest as you cradled his head with your arms, your legs wrapping around his torso. "You did so well for me, made me feel so good sweetheart, I'm so proud of you."
You nuzzled your head against Kento's, feeling your heart swell. "Thank you for trusting me." You said, referring to when you told him you were ready and you could take it. Kento lifted his head and leaned forward to press a kiss against your lips. "Of course my love." He responded. "I need to clean you up soon, but I understand if you need a minute to recover," Nanami said, laying his head back down on your chest.
Although he felt sleepy, he knew he had to fully take care of you first before he let himself drift off. You just lost your virginity and just had an orgasm, you were bound to be a little emotional and more fragile right now. "A few more minutes." You replied, feeling your body melt under the comforting weight of him. You felt so loved and protected as he laid on top of you, pressing kisses to your chest and collarbones.
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i have this vision for Spencer smut where he makes reader squirt for the first time and reader is absolutely flabbergasted because she didn’t know she could do that and Spencer is also flabbergasted because he didn’t know she could do that 💀
you see the vision?? idk but if you end up doing this i love you
i see the vision pookie i gotchu 😌 enjoy ! *mdni!!*
spencer kisses the inside of your thigh when you come the first time, lips wet with your slick, dragging over the inside of your leg while you whimper
the second time you come he rests his forehead on your stomach, nipping gently over your hips, his free hand holding your body down as it arches off of the bed, your fingers tugging on his hair
he swallows your moans the third time, kissing you softly when your thighs tremble either side of his hips, "so good for me," he pauses to mumble against your kiss swollen lips
it's been hours, you're sure of it, hours of him gently kissing every inch of your skin while he entices whimpers and whines from you with his fingers
"spence," you pant, voice barely above a whisper. he hovers over you, taking in the way your eyelashes are wet from tears that have slipped down your cheeks. he hums before dipping to kiss your cheeks
slowly he slips his fingers from your body, which causes you to whimper so he shushes you quietly, moving to drag his knuckles up and down your folds, missing your sensitive clit every time
your fingers dig into his forearm, nails biting into his skin though he doesn't even flinch over it, "one more, sweetheart," he whispers against your jaw, his stubble starting burn gently over your soft skin
"i don't think i can," you gasp, your voice getting higher when he starts to rub soft, light circles over your clit. your hand shoots down his arm, your fingers wrapping around his wrist, "i can't,"
spencer hums, "you can angel, one more, i promise," he drags his teeth over your collarbone, smiling when you tip your head back, just like he wanted you to, "yeah?" he asks while nipping at your neck
he pauses his movements, waiting for you to reply. his eyes flicker over your face, a moment of seriousness passing between you as he tells you if you need to tap out, you can, without saying a single word
the moment ends when you reply, a soft, "yeah," tumbling from your lips while you tug on his wrist, moving his fingers back to your puffy pussy
you're still soaked, drips of slick coating your cunt, the inside of your thighs and your boyfriend's hand. he teases his fingers at your entrance, barely pressing them into you before pulling away
"please," you whine, looking up at him, your knees bumping against his ribs in a desperate effort to get him to do something, anything, "spencer,"
"i know, i know," he says softly, his eyes trailing down your body and between your legs as he pushes his fingers into you, the stretch somehow still burning slightly, "breathe," he says, pausing again when you clench around him
he breathes deeply, knowing you'll mimic his actions, like you always do before raising an eyebrow at you, a silent question, "i'm okay," you reassure, "move, please,"
spencer dips one last time, kissing you hard as he starts to move. your cunt makes a wet, sticky sound as he slides his fingers in, curling immediately to press against a spot that has your hips rolling
"oh god," you cry out, your voice sounding a little raw. the ball of heat in your stomach hasn't left from your last orgasm, you're sure spencer would just have to look at you right and you could come
he starts to speed up, moaning softly to himself when your pussy starts to squelch, strings of your slick connecting his fingers together, "so pretty,"
his teeth sink into his bottom lip, eyebrows furrowing as he pushes deep into you, the tips of his fingers hitting exactly where you need him, "th- fuck, there, stay there,” you babble, brain turning to mush
spencer doubles down, curling and dragging his fingers with earnest, revelling in the way his motions pull a string of pretty sounds from you, a mix of moans, whines and whimpers because words are failing you
the burn in your stomach grows but it feels different, a pressure inside of you that you've never felt before though it feels far too good for you to care
"doing so good," spencer leans over you, his free hand tickling over your hips, thumb rubbing deep circles into you skin. you clench around him, a silent sob trapping in your throat, "so good,"
tears stream down your cheeks, soaking the pillow underneath your head as fire spreads through your body, leaving your nerves tingling. spencer pulls his fingers from you but before you can make a sound he's sliding them straight back in at a slightly different angle
"please," is all you can manage as the air gets punched from your lungs when he returns to that spot, pressing and rubbing hard over it, knowing how close you are to your orgasm
your boyfriend watches your stomach tensing, your tits rising and falling with your chest and he feels your knees trembling at his sides, your cunt closing in around his fingers
"uh huh, come on pretty girl," he starts, fully aware at what his words do to you, "so close for me," he pauses when you interrupt with a high pitched whine, "i know," he finishes, moving his hand to brush his fingers over your clit
the harshness against your sensitive clit sends you over the edge, your back arches away from the mattress, somehow pushing spencers fingers into you even further and you're done for
your cunt floods, wetness gushing from you and soaking everything around you. the stream doesn't let up, a puddle forming underneath your ass, "don't stop," you sob
spencer moans, loudly, gritting his teeth as he continues his attack on your cunt, his eyes trained as he quickens his pace, a man starved and it pays off when your breathe in deep, holding it between puffed out cheeks as your entire body stiffens
his thumb flicks against your clit and you're sure you black out, thighs practically vibrating from the intensity as you soak the sheets further for a second time
"oh my god, angel," you barely hear spencer over the pounding in your ears. his fingers slip from your body again and he moves, allowing your thighs to press together, "i didn't know you could do that,"
"neither did i," you pant, struggling to breathe as he hovers over you, wet fingers stroking underneath your tit. minutes pass before you're bought back down to earth and only then do you see the mess you've created, “oh god,”
spencer chuckles lightly at your reaction though his eyes are wide and his jaw hangs open slightly as he also takes in the mess
your boyfriend is soaked, his hand and arm have droplets running down his skin, the thighs of his pyjama bottoms and a portion of his shirt darker than the rest. the puddle underneath you soaks into the sheets, leaving them stuck to your already damp skin
"no more," you slur slowly, looking at spencer with wet eyes. he smiles at you, using his dry hand to stroke through your hair
"no more," he repeats, "not now, anyway"
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Beer and Bunny’s
(Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader)
Summary: Eddie can’t seem to get himself to make a move on the new bartender at the hideout he has a crush on, but one night you decide to take matters into your own hands and he sees something that he just can’t resist. Wk:4.5K
Warnings: 18+MINDI Smut (unprotected P in V), Oral (M & F), Eddie being a lil pervy but reader is into it, kind of inexperienced!Eddie (he’s really nervous and has a lot of self doubt. My head canon for this Eddie is that he’s been with a few girls but none of them were interested in more than a one night stand), no use of Y/N so pet names, and I think that’s it? The smut is kinda soft n sweet, nothing too crazy. Lmk if I missed any!!
A/N: So I was running errands wearing my black mini skirt and my pink bunny panties the other day and this idea came to me. It’s super self indulgent tbh, but in my mind Eddie would lose his shit over something like this and I’ll die on that hill. 🫡 Also I usually read through my shit obsessively but I only read through this once so if you see mistakes, no you didn’t. (Not really tho pls tell me so I can fix them bc typos make me crazy) My Masterlist
Eddie was in a trance, playing his guitar on autopilot as he watched you bus tables, make drinks, and occasionally indulge a customer’s flirting for extra tips. Not that you needed to, that dress and your sweet smile was enough to have any man dumping his wallet out and emptying his bank account for you. Or maybe that was just him.
He knew it wasn’t though, because even though his band was up there putting their hearts into playing for 15 people tops, most of their eyes followed you. Granted it was mostly drunk middle aged men besides Ruth, a 60 something year old woman who was always sitting in the same stool at the bar, drinking the same cheap vodka, with her red lipstick smudged on her teeth. But still, he’s convinced even if the room was filled with a hundred women you’d still be the prettiest one there.
You started working at the hideout a few months ago when you moved to town and ever since then it was like Eddie was possessed by you. He thought about you constantly, the way those cut up band tees always fit so perfectly and how your ass always looked in those tight little skirts has him fisting his cock sometimes twice a night. He wanted to record the way your voice sounded saying his name when you’d bring him his favorite beer after a show without him even asking and play it on a loop over and over again.
But that wasn’t all, he thought about little things like holding your hand, or going to the drive-in and watching horror movies with you. Or just kissing you, god, he wanted to kiss your pretty glossed lips.
The only issue was every time you talked to him it was like his brain turned to mush and everything he had practiced to say disappeared from his mind.
Tonight was different though. After their last song when you came to bring him his beer, you gave him that sweet smile and told him how awesome they did like you always do. But then it happened. You accidentally walked backwards into one of the small amps, tipping it backwards.
“Oh my god! I'm so sorry, shit!” You apologized before turning around to pick it up and when you did Eddie felt like he was about to cum in his pants.
You were wearing this tight little faux leather mini dress with a zipper that went all the way down the middle and these sexy calf high combat boots. But when you bent over he saw you were wearing the cutest pink panties that had little bunnies printed all over them and something about that combination made him absolutely feral.
He heard a whistle behind him and when he snapped his head around to see where it came from he saw one of the guys sitting at the table closest to the stage practically licking his lips while he ogled you. He instantly felt possessive and moved closer so he was standing a few inches behind you, blocking you from everyone else.
You pulled the amp up with a huff before turning around and nearly jumping out of your skin when you realized how close he was.
“Holy shit! You scared me!” You brought your hand to your chest and laughed. “I didn’t know you were so close.”
“Y-yeah I’m sorry, when you bent over, you could uh- see your panties and um… people were looking.” He turned beet red and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.
“Oh, you’re so sweet Eddie, protecting my modesty.” You placed a hand on his forearm and caressed it with your thumb a few times before you stepped close enough to him to whisper in his ear. “Were you looking too?” You pulled away just enough to look up into his eyes through your lashes.
“I- I mean- fuck.” He sighed and looked down at his feet. “I’m sorry… I know I shouldn’t have you were just standing right in front of me and then that guy whistled and-“
“Eddie!!” You squeezed his arm gently to get him to look at you and when he did you just wanted to kiss him. Those big brown eyes all filled with a mixture of lust and guilt were driving you crazy. “It’s okay… I want you to look.”
He’s pretty sure his brain just short circuited, you want him to look? What does that mean?
“I- you want me to- really?”
“Yeah.” You nodded. “You think I dress like this every time I work? Nope. Only on Tuesdays… just for you, Eds.”
“Shit. Really?” He looked at you in disbelief, he couldn’t believe the girl he’s been dreaming about is really standing here in a sexy little dress telling him that she wore it for him.
“Yeah.” You nodded and bit your lip. “I like how you look at me, it makes me… So. Wet.”
He threw his head back and groaned, he never thought you’d be so forward like this.
But he didn’t know that you had been waiting for him to make a move on you for weeks. You were tired of dancing around your obvious attraction to one another so you decided tonight you were going to take matters into your own hands.
“Shit sweetheart. You can’t just say things like that to me in public. You’re seriously going to make me bust in my pants. ”
“Well… don’t do that.” You giggled. “I know somewhere better that you can cum though…” You ran your hand down his arm and linked your hands together causing him to shiver. God, he was so responsive, you knew he liked you but apparently you didn’t know just how much.
“Fuck. Are you serious?”
“Deadly. You have a van, right? What’s the back like? Maybe you can show me.” You winked at him.
“Shit, yeah, I’d love to. But I have to put all this shit in the back and take it back to Gareth’s garage.” He looked so disappointed you just wanted to kiss his pouty pink lips.
“Hmmm… well, I live down the street. What if you drop off your stuff and meet me at my place after?” You suggested.
“GARETH! Take my van to your house, I’ll come get it later.” He turned to his drummer and threw him his keys.
“Dude. Seriously? You’re just going to leave us to pack up all this shit?”
His other band mate, who you think is named Jeff, looked between you and Eddie and put two and two together pretty quickly.
“We’ve got it man, have fun!” He wiggled his eyebrows at him before going back to packing up their equipment.
“Well, it looks like I’m all yours.” Eddie smiled at you nervously. God, he was just too cute.
“Looks like it, cutie. I’m off now, just gotta clock out. I usually walk so if you just wanna wait outside I’ll be right there.” You got on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek before jumping off the stage and walking toward the back of the bar, making sure to swing your hips extra for him.
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The walk back to your apartment was filled with easy conversation and stolen glances, hands grazing but not quite grasping onto each other. The air heavy with the tension of what was to come.
“This is me!” You gesture towards the front door of your apartment before unlocking it and letting him inside.
Eddie looked around as you turned on some lights, he saw some cool posters on the walls and a large bookshelf in the corner. But before he could take in too much of your world you walked over to him and put your arms around his neck.
“Hi.” You smiled at him with a glint in your eye.
“Hey.” He returned your smile with a crooked smirk, bringing his hands to rest on your hips.
You brought one of your hands to his jaw, cupping it and running your thumb along his cheek. “I really really want to kiss you right now.”
He didn’t respond, instead he pulled you closer by the hips and smashed his lips against yours. His lips felt just as you imagined, pillowy soft and just the tiniest bit chapped. He tasted like the beer you gave him, the cigarette he smoked on the walk, and something that was just him. You moaned into the kiss, shoving your hands into his hair, tugging slightly. He groaned when you licked along his bottom lip, allowing you access. He kissed you until your knees were weak and you were both breathless.
“You are so beautiful. Fuck. I can’t believe I’m here right now. This feels like a dream.” He ran his hands up your sides over your dress. “Also this fucking dress… Jesus Christ.”
“Yeah? You like it? It’s new.” You took a step back so you could do a twirl for him. “I thought about you when I bought it, you know…” you brought your finger to the o-ring at the top of the zipper and tugged on it a little.
“I thought about you dragging me to the dingy bar bathroom, shoving me up against the wall and ripping it off me.”
“Holy. Fuck. You’re naughty, huh?” He chuckled.
“Maybe, wanna find out?” You grab his hand and start walking backwards toward your bedroom, dragging him with you.
You plop down on your bed to take your boots off but before you can reach for the laces Eddie walks forward and takes your foot in his hand, unlacing your shoes for you. Once they’re loose enough he pulls them both off your feet and he’s pretty sure you aren’t real at this point.
Your socks are the same pink as your panties with cute little bunny ears at the top of the ankles. Your socks match your panties.
“Yeah, you like these too?” You wiggled your toes in front of his face and giggled while he looked at you and froze, his face turning bright red.
“Shit. Did I say that out loud?”
“Yes, you did. Wanna know if my bra matches too?” You sit back on your hands and stick your chest out.
“Hell yeah I do.” He nodded dumbly.
“Why don’t you take my dress off and find out then, pretty boy.”
He didn’t hesitate to lean down and slip his finger into the o-ring zipper of your dress, slowly beginning to slide it down. When the tops of your breasts were exposed it became more and more clear that your bra didn’t match your panties because you weren’t fucking wearing one. He pulled the zipper down until it was just under the bottom of your tits and just as he thought, no bra. Your chest was on full display, slightly glistening with sweat from the material of your dress and he wanted to lick it off.
“Fuck, look at you… prettiest tits I’ve ever seen.” Not that he’d seen many but he’s pretty sure these are the best tits in the world regardless.
“You can touch them Eddie, I want you to.” You brought your hands up to squeeze them a few times before grabbing onto your nipples and twisting.
“Hold on, I’m appreciating the art before I destroy it.” He grabbed back onto your zipper and pulled it the rest of the way down so your dress was hanging open. You let the straps fall down your arms, leaving you in just those little panties and socks and he had never seen anything sexier. Your hair was a bit disheveled but still in the style you had done it in before you left for work earlier that night and your slightly smudged dark eye make-up contrasted with the soft pink of your garments. You stand up in front of him and play with the hem of his t-shirt.
“Take this off? I wanna see you too.”
He reaches behind his back to pull his shirt over his head and god damn. He has a few tattoos littered across his pale chest, his skin mostly smooth aside from his happy trail that you wanted to nuzzle your nose into on your way down to his cock.
“Wow. You are so sexy Eds.” You run your nails down his chest and torso, hooking your fingers in his belt loops and pulling his chest against yours. The feeling of your bare nipples pressed up against his warm skin sent shivers down your spine.
“Yeah? You think so? I think you’re the sexiest girl in the world.” He blushed.
“Thank you baby, can I take these off?” You pull on his belt loops with your fingers, running your thumbs along his soft waist.
“Please”
That’s all you needed to hear before you were on your knees in front of him, undoing his pants and pulling them down with his boxers.
“Holy shit Eddie…” Your eyes widen and your mouth waters at the sight of him fully bare in front of you. “You have the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to taste it.” And you meant it, his cock was fucking huge, the hard tip leaking just for you.
He was speechless, looking down at you on your knees in front of him with wide eyes.
You lean forward and run your tongue along his slit, holding eye contact with him while you take his tip in your mouth, suckling on it a few times before taking him deep in your throat.
“Oh fuuuuckkk holy shit.” He brought his hand to the back of your head and rested it there gently, letting you set your own pace.
But it was too gentle. You didn’t want him to hold back.
“Eddie.” You pulled your mouth off him with a pop and a string of saliva. “Use me, pull my hair, fuck my mouth, don’t be shy.”
“Holy shit. Are you- are you sure?” He was panting, looking down at you like you just told him he won the lottery.
“I’m so fucking sure, so so sure. If I don’t like something I’ll tell you baby. I promise, I like it rough.”
You spit in your hand, grabbing onto his cock and tugging it a few times before looking up at him with your tongue out.
He was still looking down at you with those big shiny doe eyes and you were about to lose it if he didn’t do something. Your other hand grabs onto his, guiding it to your hair and signaling for him to grab onto it. It took his mind a second to catch up but when he did it was like something snapped in him.
He grabbed onto your hair hard and slid his cock along the length of your tongue, hitting the back of your throat.
“Close your mouth- yeah, like that.” Once your lips were wrapped around him he started to slowly rock back and forth in your mouth, testing you by going deeper with each thrust.
After a few times of him hitting the back of your throat and causing you to gag he realized you liked it. Your eyes were watery, mascara starting to run down your cheeks, drool was dripping down your chin and you were fucking moaning around him like you were getting as much pleasure out of this as he was.
He was fully fucking your mouth now, pumping his cock down your throat while he cursed and moaned, using you just like you wanted. You reach your hand up to grab onto his drool slick balls and take them in your palm causing him to jerk forward and let out the sexiest moan yet.
“FUCKING SHIT!” He used your hair to pull you off of him and you look up at him with hooded eyes, a mixture of his precum and your drool dripping down your chin and he has to physically will himself not to cum at the sight. “ If you keep that up I’m going to cum in the next thirty seconds and I was really hoping I’d get to fuck you.”
“What? You don’t wanna cum twice? We have all night, unless you’re busy then I guess you can stop.” You said dramatically, in a way that he would’ve stopped to find really cute if he wasn’t so fucking turned on right now.
He practically growled as he grabbed back onto your hair and resumed his assault on your throat. One of your hands finds its way back to his balls while the other snakes around him to grab a handful of his ass for leverage.
“F-fuck this mouth is so fuckin- You’re such a good girl fuckin droolin all over, grabbin my balls while I use your little mouth. Wearing those little fuckin panties and socks. Fuck!” His grip on your hair tightened and his hips sputtered as you felt him explode in your mouth. You swallowed around him, moaning at his taste and taking all that he gave you.
He released his hold on your hair and you pulled your mouth off of him, bringing your pointer finger to the corner of your mouth to swipe the cum that dripped there into your mouth.
“Mmmm, you taste so good Eddie.” You smiled up at him, still on your knees.
“Yeah? I bet you taste even better.”
“Wanna find out?” You smirked at him, getting to your feet and laying back on the bed.
“Fuuuuuck” Eddie groaned at the sight of you laying there for him with your legs spread, a very prominent wet patch in those fucking panties, your hands grabbing on to your tits while your fingers pinch your nipples. You looked like the only meal he wanted to eat for the rest of his life. He got on the bed on his knees between your legs, smashing his lips to yours and kissing you like his life depended on it. He slid his tongue along your bottom lip and you immediately granted him access. He tasted himself on your tongue and it caused him to moan into the kiss.
He kissed down your jaw to your neck, running his tongue along the column of your throat, stopping just behind your ear at your pulse point to suck a mark there. He kissed and licked and sucked all the way down your body, stopping to pay your nipples extra attention.
When he reached the band of your panties he licked across your waist and nipped at your hips causing you to let out breathy little moans. He placed a kiss on each of your hip bones before placing one right on the top of your mound, looking up at you with those fucking eyes.
“Mmm baby, I can smell you.” He groaned as he breathed in your scent, flicking his tongue out to run it along your cloth covered slit, adding extra pressure to your clit. He wraps his lips around your bud, swirling his tongue, and even with the small barrier between you it still makes you see stars. He licks all around your cunt, soaking your already wet underwear as he laps at it. Finally he brings his finger to your panties to move them to the side and you barely even have time to process before he’s shoving his tongue as deep as it can go inside of you. Your back arches off the bed as you cry out.
“Oh f-fuck! Yes Eddie fuck!” Your hands come down and tangle into his hair, tugging it and causing him to groan into your pussy, the vibrations going through you like a shockwave.
His tongue came back up your bud, rotating between rough and soft flicks. His pointer and ring finger circle your hole before he inserts them both fully without resistance. He pumps them in and out of you, the room filled with the sounds of your moans and wetness as he laps at you. He sucks harder on your clit just as he curls his fingers just right and you see stars. Your grip on his hair tightened as your hips rocked against his face, his name on your lips like a prayer, riding out your high until it becomes too much and you’re pushing his head off of you.
He looks up at you with your jucies still running down his chin and fucking smiles.
“Sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.”
“Yeah? And have you tasted a lot of pussys, Mr. Munson?” You tease.
“I mean-“ Suddenly his face flushes red and that shy nervous boy from earlier was back “Not… that many, a few. I’m no lady killer or anything I mean you know this town is I-“
You grab his face in both of your hands and place a soft kiss on his lips.
“Honey, I was just teasing, I don’t care how many girls you’ve been with, I wouldn't even care if you hadn’t been with any.”
You smiled at him sweetly, pushing his bangs off his forehead and he smiled back, kissing you deeply. There was something so comforting about you to him, he felt like he could truly be himself with you and he’s not sure he’s felt that when he was with a woman ever.
You sit up and push him down by his shoulders, swinging your leg over to straddle him. Your underwear were still pushed to the side, your slick pussy lips were nestled on either side of his shaft as you slid back and forth on him with ease.
“I can’t wait to feel this pretty cock splitting me open.” You leaned forward and slid your fingers in the band of your underwear to take them off but Eddie’s hands came down on yours, stopping you.
“Can you keep them on?” His eyes were pleading, his lips pouty.
“Anything for you, sweet boy. You really like these huh?” You giggled.
“The whole cute pink panties and socks underneath the black leather thing is really doing it for me, if you couldn’t tell.” He bit his lip, running his hands down your sides before bringing them to your tits to squeeze them roughly.
You giggled as you rose up to your knees, taking him in your hand so you could line him up with your entrance and sink down on him slowly. Once your hips were flush against his you both moaned loudly.
“Fuck, so big, filling me up so good Eds.” You rocked back and forth slightly, just adjusting to the feeling of him so deep inside you. Once you felt adjusted you rose almost all the way off his cock before slamming back down on it causing him to jerk forward and moan out your name.
“Holy fuckin shit, your pussy is suckin me in so good holy fu-fuck, ridin me s-so good baby.” And you were, you were riding him like your life depended on it. “Bouncin on my cock just like those little bunnies on your panties, is that what you are? A lil bunny?”
That snapped something inside you, it was like he said the magic words and nothing else mattered in that moment besides riding his cock, being his little bunny.
You were on your heels now, using his shoulders for leverage as you bounced on his cock. Rotating and rolling your hips, the patch of curly brown hair at his base rubbing against your clit just right.
Eddie was in Heaven, he wanted to throw his head back and shut his eyes but he couldn’t tear them off of you. You were bouncing on his cock like a rabbit in heat. A layer of sweat glistened on your body, your hair a mess, there was a bit of drool dripping down your chin and your pussy was swallowing him hole over and over again, you were so wet he could see a milky white ring of your cum on his cock. He was going to cum soon but he absolutely needed you to before he did.
His grip on your hips tightened causing your movements to halt, but before you could even protest he was fucking up into you hard and fast.
“Oh fuuuuck yes, just like that baby, right fuckin there don’t fuckin stop I’m so close.” That’s all Eddie needed to hear, he brought one of his thumbs down to your slick clit and started rubbing fast circles on it while he continued to fuck up into you at a brutal pace.
“Shit, me too bunny, I’m gonna cum. Where do you want it?”
“Inside! Inside please Eddie I want you to fill me up.”
“Oh godddd” He let out a guttural groan, throwing his head back while he pumped his cum deep inside of you. The feeling sent you over the edge, coming undone on his cock while he continued to sloppily fuck you both through your highs.
You sighed, and exhaustedly let your body slump over Eddie’s while you both tried to catch your breath.
“Holy. Shit. That was… wow” he chuckled, running his hands up and down your back.
“Yeah, it really was.” You giggled as you rolled off of him, laying on your side next to him and resting your chin on his chest to look up at him. He was so pretty, his hair disheveled, his skin flushed and decorated in your nail marks, his lips swollen with your kisses. He smiled at you sweetly, shifting around so he could hold you better, he finally got a glimpse of your room.
He didn’t even really look at it when you walked it, he obviously noticed that you had a black open canopy on your four post bed but what he didn’t notice was the cute stuffed animals that were sitting by your black silk pillows, or the cool ass horror movie posters on the walls that contrasted that completely. You noticed him looking around, his eyes filled with awe, like he was genuinely interested in your world and it warmed your heart.
“I like your room, you really have this whole creepy cute thing down to a science don’t you?” He smiled at you, cradling your jaw in his hand and you leaned into it.
“Mhm, I guess I do.” You returned his smile with your own sleepy one, yawning. “You wanna stay the night? You don’t have to if you don’t want to but-“
“I want to.” Eddie cut you off, it was his turn to reassure you. You had seemed so sure of yourself all night but when it came down to if he was going to leave or not he could tell it made you nervous, like maybe people didn’t usually want to stay with you after and that broke him a little. Who wouldn’t want to stay with you? You’re perfect. To him at least. “I want to stay, and I want to take you to breakfast in the morning. I also would really like to take you on a proper date, if that’s something you’d want to do.”
Your heart swelled, because you did want that, more than he knew.
“I’d love that actually.”
“Good.”
“Good.”
You both giggled and kissed each other sweetly, whispering jokes and sweet nothings into each others ears until sleep peacefully took over.
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The Nerd King Cops a Feel
Pairing: Eddie Munson x You
Summary: Eddie learns something about bras. (He hates them.)
Contains: Assassination attempt, Girl Boob, an Eddie Munson First.
Word Count: 800ish
Author's Note: This one goes out to all the ladies who look down and sigh every time they encounter one of the many 'Eddie Loves Your Tiny Tits' fics. 😂
Jeez, you accidentally say "Nerd King" instead of "Dungeon Master" one time and suddenly you're running for your life, jumping over piles of dirty laundry and trying not to crash into anything breakable.
Eddie chased you into his bedroom and tackled you to the bed, cackling like a madman. Flailing this way and that, you squealed and pretended like you weren't enjoying the absolute hell out of this.
"Alright, alright! I'm sorry!" He grins at your surrender and collapses on top of you, ignoring your exaggerated groan at having to support his full weight. After catching your breath, you reach up to brush the hair out of his eyes, his chin resting between your breasts.
After a few minutes of staring wordlessly at each other like a couple of lovestruck morons, he rolls to the side and you let out a sharp yelp.
"What'd I do?" he asks in a panic.
"Not you, this fucking bra."
He watches with a puzzled look as you sit up and reach under your t-shirt to take off the offending garment. As you suspected, the underwire had worked its way out during your tussle and stabbed the absolute shit out of you. You angrily fling it to the other side of the room and lay back down, turning your head toward Eddie and being met with a most curious sight.
His eyes are wide. Pupils blown. Fixated on your chest. It suddenly dawns on you that he's never seen you without a bra before. Normally this would embarrass you, but the rage from the garment's betrayal is still pumping through your veins.
"See something you like, Munson?"
He nods cautiously.
"Well, go on then."
His eyes flick up to yours, growing even bigger, which you didn't think was possible.
"I just survived an attempted murder. I need to be comforted."
His fingers twitch, making you smirk. But judging by the look on his face, his brain has turned to mush, so you gently take his hand and move it yourself, placing it just below the place his eyes are locked onto. He's still frozen.
"You still breathing over there, Munson?" you tease. He nods slowly, finally daring to move. Light as a feather, his hand glides upward and splays out, now holding a considerable handful of Girl Boob. Why is he acting like this is his first time? Is this his first time? You watch him silently, a gentle smile on your face as you both soak in the sensation.
He opens his mouth as if to say something, but snaps it closed again when no sound makes its way out.
You try your hardest not to laugh. This loud, filthy-mouthed little horn-dog has been rendered speechless, possibly for the first time in his life. Should you get an award for this?
"Something on your mind?"
One side of his mouth twitches into a smirk.
"Can… no."
"Looking for some under-the-shirt action already?"
"No! That's not-- I don't-- You-- I--"
You mercifully cut him off before he can stutter his way through the alphabet. "'Cause you can. If you want. But you don't have to."
Looking upward for reassurance and receiving a nod of encouragement, he carefully drifts his hand down to the hem of your faded band shirt. Taking his time, his fingertips glide back up the skin of your stomach, stopping at the imprints the band of your torturous device had left. He traces the marks and furrows his brow.
"Bra band. Its mission to slowly suffocate me was taking too long, so it resorted to stabbing."
"Does it hurt?"
"It's not exactly pleasant."
"Why do you wear it?" he asks softly, fingers still lingering on the marks in your skin.
Surprised at his question, you bark out a laugh. He stares at you with his innocent doe eyes and moves his hand north, splaying out his fingers again and holding you gently.
"Are you kidding me? Are you seeing these things? Are you feeling these things?" Your hand comes to rest on his, still under your shirt, and give it a jiggle. He shrugs a shoulder and shifts his eyes downward again. Boys are so dumb.
"Girls with not a lot going on up here," you gesture, "can get away with that. But when they look like this and they're not... contained, it's kind of noticeable."
He looks up at you thoughtfully, then that spark of mischief returns to his eyes. Eddie clears his throat.
"Hear ye, hear ye," he begins in a deep voice, "The Nerd King hath issued a royal decree… that the princess must never wear a bra in his presence again. Refusal to comply will result in a punishment most severe."
"Oh my God," you laugh, rolling your eyes. The Nerd King responds with a grin, removing his hand from beneath your shirt and pulling you to him, then burying his face between his new favorite subjects.
#writings of despair#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x reader#and that's probably the closest i'll ever get to smut#enjoooy
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𝓝𝓼𝓯𝔀 𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝓚𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓰(▰˘◡˘▰)❦
He’s big and he knows it
-𝒌𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈~ Who is a rough man that will make you feel every inch of his frustrations once he gets home from deployment. Being the generous man he is, he makes sure to give you exactly what you’ve been craving, His thick cock fucking into your cunt 𝑩𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚. He won’t stop..oh no he can’t especially once he sees those pretty tears trailing down your cheeks. Lips parting into a o shape as your cunt twitches and spasms around him. -
-𝒌𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈~ Who stuffs every drop of his cum inside of his little wife not wasting a single bit just before pulling out of you and wrapping his lips around your swollen pearl eating you out for hours as a reward for taking him so well. Your sore weeping cunny wrapped around his thrusting fingers as he curls them sending you into your 5th orgasm of the night.
-𝑲𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈~ Who will overstimulate you for hours on end if you even make eye contact with any man in front of him or when you’re by yourself (𝐻𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔). After that He will fuck you so good you’ll forget your own name. Your legs will be reduced to jelly once he’s done with you. “ Konig…Please” Your muffled whispers fell onto deaf ears as his forceful thrusts shoved you farther into the pillow you hid your face in. Sounds of skin slapping and your slutty moans and slurred babbling could be heard through the whole neighborhood with how loud you both were. “ Sei still. Das ist es, worum du gebeten hast, oder? Du dachtest, ich würde nicht herausfinden, dass du mit diesem erbärmlichen Stück Scheiße redest?” He growled his hands digging into your hips as he pounded into your cervix, walls squeezing and quivering around him. “I-oh fuck baby I’m sorry!” You squealed your eyes rolling back into your skull as he rammed inside of you turning your brain into mush. “I’ll be good! I’ll be—mm fuck daddy I’ll be good!~” You screamed to which he snatched you by your hair pulling you up to face the mirror in front of you. “Nimm es, Baby~, ich muss dich für das bestrafen, was du getan hast.” He groaned into your ear kissing your neck as he rubbed your clit sending you over the edge for the millionth time.
-𝑲𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈~ Who will bully you during sex only to be sweet to you afterwards.
“You’re such a slut, flirting with him as if I wasn’t there” He spat teeth gritting from the how tight your pussy was squeezing him as he pounded into your sweet spot fingers pinching at your sensitive nipples only to rub them gently. Your fucked out expression only made him go faster just to see you go cross eyed and roll your tongue out, your sweet moans only made him go harder and faster. “Look at me Meine Süße” He ordered grabbing onto your neck and forcing your gaze onto him. “I want you to scream my name while you cum, and if you don’t” he paused his thrusts while slowly pumping his throbbing cock in and out only to speed up once again “Ich werde dich leiden lassen” He growled as bit down onto your neck which gave him the perfect angle to jackhammer into your pussy. “KONIG!”You screamed as loud as you could your nails digging into his back as you arched yourself into his mouth. His tongue flicked over the forming bruise as he rubbed fast circles over your clit. Only moments later The tight coil snapping your pussy clamping down onto him as you squirted your juices onto his stomach and thighs. His end came undone right after yours as his balls emptied all of his cum out. You were on the verge of passing out until you felt his lips pressing a sweet kiss against yours.
“𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑴𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝑺𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒛”
𝑯𝒆’𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒃𝒐𝒚⁂
Translations
Be quiet..This is what you were asking for huh? You thought I wouldn’t find out you were talking to that pathetic piece of shit?
(Sei still. Das ist es, worum du gebeten hast, oder? Du dachtest, ich würde nicht herausfinden, dass du mit diesem erbärmlichen Stück Scheiße redest?)
Nimm es, Baby~, ich muss dich für das bestrafen, was du getan hast.
(Take it baby~, I have to punish you for what you’ve done.)
Meine Süße
(My sweet)
Ich werde dich leiden lassen
(I’ll make you suffer)
Mein Schatz
(My Dear)
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You don't have to do everything alone
A/N: Making some blurbs while I work on a longer piece, could be awhile before that one comes out though, probably gonna end up at 10k words if I haven't calculated it wrong. Requests are open too if you got a blurb you'd like to see!
Blurb: Reader is overworked and gets pulled away by their boys.
The screen in front of you had gotten exceedingly brighter during the last few hours. You could feel your brain slowly turning to mush in your head, no matter how hard you tried to sharpen yourself.
The sun outside had long since gone down, replaced by a dark and clouded sky that you didn't have time to pay attention to. You could feel your eyes hurting, slipping closed every now and then from exhaustion. Most people had already gone back to the barracks by now, done with their work for the day and in for a good sleep.
You couldn't afford such a luxury right now, not with the current mission and everything that's at stake. You didn't know how long you had been at it today, but it's all your mind had been focused for the last week. Your job was to track the targets, find them, information anything you could to figure out potential locations.
That's what you'd been occupied with for so long now, and you were failing at it.
You were supposed to be a specialist, a professional who knew what they were doing. Instead, you were here, with a headache that could kill, no hope, and tons and tons of unreviewed files you had yet to get to.
You take a deep, long breath, hoping that it could give you some relief in your state. It doesn't. Your hand comes up to rub at your neck, taking the opportunity to look around the office you'd been holed up in.
You'd been right to assume everyone else had already gone, someone must have missed you were still in here and turned off the lights. Either that, or you'd been sitting still as a statue for longer than you thought.
It was a possibility, judging by the ache in your bones when you stretch and pop your sore joints. You didn't dare look at the clock, but you didn't doubt that you had missed your usual afternoon gym session. There was too much to do to allow yourself to be distracted, even for a few moments.
You knew a large part of this operation now relied on you and few others. Ones that you didn't count on being competent enough to get the job done, so it came down to you. Not that you felt very competent now either, you weren't much better, having found no solution to your problem yet.
With a sigh, you turn back around in your chair, honing in on the sharp screen once again. You could ignore the ache in your stomach for a bit longer, if you just tried a few more things, maybe you could find the fix all solution you'd been looking for?
Even with your split mind, and rundown state, it wasn't hard to get back into focus. It was the only trait you could rely on now, the focus carrying you through long enough to fix your problems one by one.
A downside, some would say, would be the way you tune out of your surroundings, you stop noticing things happening around you, not to mention the passage of time completely eludes you. You didn't even realize when the light in the office were turned on, or when two different sources called your name. You didn't notice the footsteps become louder in your direction, or when two shadows towered over you.
You were only torn out of your focused fixation when someone gently slid down a hand over your eyes. Your breath hitches in your throat, your hands coming up to grab at the arm and push it away but getting stopped by a different set of hands.
"Jus' us luv" Simon's gruff voice vibrates close to your ear, making you relax your shoulders and let your hands fall back to your lap. It's only now when your eyes are shrouded in the darkness his palm creates that you realize how much your eyes were hurting. You forcefully blink a few times, settling for closing your eyes, protected behind the security of his hand.
You lean back in your chair, feeling the back of your head collide against Simon's firm stomach. You crane your head upwards, despite not being able to see him, you can almost imagine the curious look he has on when you do. His other rough hand slowly slides from your shoulder, over your throat, holding a persistent comforting weight there to keep you in check.
Your lips part ever so slightly, letting out a long gust of air, expelling everything in your lungs and making your shoulders sag. You had barely noticed how exhausted you had gotten, but this was nice.
You try to jerk your head when you hear someone else's movements, but Simon holds you in place. You feel a different set of hands gently lay on your shoulder, that someone shuffling in-between you and the desk you'd been spending the last several hours at.
"Missed ye darling," you let out a small huff when you hear the Scottish accent, not that you expected him to not be hot on Simon's heels. Your scoff is silenced when he gently places his lips on yours, Simon's hand not even bothering to move to give him space to do so.
In a way you don't want him to move his hands away from your face and neck, it was somewhat stabilizing. "What are you two doing," you ask, slightly out of breath when Johnny pulls away. From the sounds and his movements, you guess he crouches down in front of you, placing both his hands on each of your thighs.
You reach forward, blindly searching for him, and only finding him when he guides your hands to his face. "You've been actin' off," Simon starts out, Johnny slipping in a hum of agreeance, "you're working yourself to death dove."
You let out a huff in response, not wanting to agree with him no matter how true his statement was. You run your hands through Johnny's hair, grabbing playfully at his mohawk. You lean forward, gently sliding out of Simon's hold.
His hands resting on you retract, and you almost instantly regret it, squinting your eyes in the bright light. "M'fine," you mumble quietly, letting go of Johnny and looking into his bright blue eyes, "Jus' a bit stressed".
"C'mon to bed, love," you had halfheartedly expected Johnny to plead with you, but he seemed way past that now, using a more authoritative tone and leaving little room for disagreeing. Of course, that didn't mean you weren't going to, though.
"Can't" you continue to mumble tiredly, doing your best to keep your eyes open and ignore the dull ache in your head, "still have to finish this." You hear Simon let out a heavy sigh behind you, you'd almost feel guilt under his disappointed stare if you weren't already ridden with it already.
"You've worked hard enough for today, there's always tomorrow" Simon reasons with you. You're about to protest again when he points another thing out, "don't come with another excuse, you can barely even keep your eyes open, don't deny it."
You barely catch the glance the two men exchange with each other, but you don't fail to recognize what it means. You've already lost the fight at this point, you didn't have an argument that would actually make them listen, and deep down you knew they were right.
"I…" you barely get your word out before Johnny stands up, taking your hand in his and softly pulling you to your feet. You don't know when or how, but they'd already turned off the computer you had been using.
You take a step towards Johnny, but instantly feel your vision swirl, the millions of thin pricks blacking out your view for a good couple of seconds. With a groan, you collide against his chest, closing your eyes and staying there long past how long it took for the prickling to disappear.
"Ah got ye," he mumbles quietly, bringing around his burly arms to encompass you into a hug, placing a small kiss to the side of your head. The last of your willpower and determination to continue and finish your work tonight, dwindles away when you feel his warmth.
"When's the last time you ate?" you hear Simon ask in a quieter, knowing tone. You wince against Johnny, knowing the scolding you were gonna get later. It was hard for you to recall much of anything from the day, most of it was spent in front of a screen with data, minimal breaks. You weren't entirely sure whether or not you had eaten anything that day.
Johnny takes in a deep breath; you feel his chest expand under your cheek before lowering back again. "We'll get ye some leftovers on the way back aye?" he mentions and softly turns you around, "Garrick left some from his last meal, ah think it's something ye will like."
You nod gently, letting the exhaustion take a small win when your eyes softly close. You don't feel like opening them again, being quite fine with falling asleep standing up right now. "C'mon, let's get you to bed, Johnny'll get the food." Simon places a hand between your shoulder blades, guiding you along.
"Aye."
How you stay upright all the way to your room, you have no idea. You're pretty sure you should've collapsed at least ten times on the way here, but with Simon's hand on you, you felt like you could push on just a little more, and finally you could collapse on your bed.
Simon let's out a breathy chuckle at your theatrics, moving your limbs around like you were a doll. He pulls you up and takes a seat behind you, pulling you close with your back to his chest. You feel his hot breath on your ear, and after getting yourself comfortable, you can finally feel yourself relax.
"You need to stop taking on everythin' alone" he dips his head into the crook of your neck, his lips ghosting over your skin. "You're not the only one working on this, you can take a break" he mumbles, and lets his arm travel over your midriff, pulling you even closer back against him.
"I know, but the less I’m working, the more time it's going to take to find our target" you answer, moving your hand up to run it over his scalp. Your attention is taken away from him when the soft click of the door opening reaches your ears.
With a small smile, you greet Johnny back in, watching the plate of food he brings along. As soon as you smell the delicious meal, your stomach rumbles, loudly. You grimace, once again having forgotten the gaping hole you felt in your stomach.
"Hungry then aye?" He sits down in the bed next to the two of you, handing you the plate of food, which you accept graciously. You knew how good of a cook Gaz was, but this was one of your favourites, it was likely he had intended to give you some as well, had you been available at all during the day.
You let out a sinful groan when the food collides with your taste buds. "Thank you…fucking hell," you mumble with your mouth full. You make a mental note to thank Kyle for the food later, and then also beg him for another batch.
"Easy," Simon grumbles from behind you, "gonna upset your stomach by eating so fast." His hand comes to rest against your elbow, slowing your movements so you don't inhale the food on your plate.
"I know I know," you mumble between bites, catching the cheeky grin Johnny gives you from how you sound with your mouth full. "It's fine, I can eat, take a nap and then get back to it" you declare after finishing another bite of your food.
"Nu uh," Johnny shakes his head, seemingly amused that you think you're not going to be resting longer than that. "We'll keep ye in bed until ye're rested properly" he reaches his hand forward, letting it rest on your knee while his thumb rubs against your skin.
"What you can't do that-"
"We'll do whatever it takes to make sure our darling isn't working themselves into the ground again," Simon comments from behind you, leaving you a bit stunned at his sternness. You feel him gently take the empty plate away from you and put it on the bedside table when you're done.
"You can't keep me chained to the bed," you respond with a pout, crossing your arms over your chest and twisting your body to look in the eyes of the man behind you. He doesn't look like he's about to put up with your shit, however, and doesn't even dignify you with a greater response than his infamous glare.
Johnny brings your attention back to him, turning your head back by grabbing your chin. He leans in to plant a gentle and short kiss to your lips. "Ye heard 'im, whatever it'll take love" he chuckles quietly, the breathy sort of way.
You feel heat rise in your cheeks and let out a squeal when he picks you out of Simons lap, rolling over and ending up on top of you in the bed. He rests his chin against you, letting his weight hold you down and give you a comfort to your restless edge.
The light turns off above you, and it doesn't take long after that before the bed dips and Simon joins beside the two of you. Johnny let's out a satisfied hum when Simon pulls you both closer, wrapping you all up together in the blankets.
"Goodnight, ye sleep tight now, darling."
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Suck Them | JJK
excerpt | it was just supposed to be the usual great sex, but they looked so inviting
genre | smut (mdni), fluff
pairings | jeon jungkook x fem!reader
warnings | reader being a dom (just slightly), jk begs, p in v, kind of dirty talk, hand job, bit of rough sex, nipple sucking, strong language, i think that's all
wc | 4k+
notes | this is my first time writing smut or anything in general. so i'm hoping that even though i'm inexperienced you guys will still love and enjoy this
Jungkook was ramming you from behind - doggy style. Each thrust hits that golden spot for you. Jungkook never slowed down his pace; fucking you like it was going to be the last time.
You were in this position for a while now, your body was getting tired. You breathlessly spoke, "Baby, please. I'm getting numb. Let me lay down." Jungkook saw the way your legs were trembling, and it was not by pleasure. He wanted to be mean and say that you can handle it, but he was in a giving mood.
He pulled out, watching the way your pussy was clenching at the loss of his dick; Jungkook smirked. He flipped your body, so you were facing him. Your face was relieved, and you were happy that your aching limbs gets to rest. But without a second thought, Jungkook shoved his thick cock into you. Your head leaned back at the sudden occurrence. Your back arched, breast touching his chest. After a few seconds your body fell down, Jungkook's as well; his body slumping on top of yours. Your guy's body is connected in a missionary position.
He looked deeply into your eyes, loving the glow swirling around your irises. With his dick still inside you, he gave you a quick kiss; hands holding both sides of your face. "Is this better for you, baby?" You smiled warmly at him, thankful for the sweet boyfriend you have. You wrapped your arms around his neck and opened your legs wider. You tilted your head up; lips meeting his pierced ear, and you whispered, "Now fuck me, Jungkook."
When those words had spilled out of your mouth, Jungkook, in an instant, fucked you like a dog in heat. The sound of his skin clapping onto your plump ass and thigh echoed throughout the room. Your desirable moans turned his brain to mush. Jungkook was sent into a frenzy.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" The pleasure your lover was giving you was so euphoric. Feeling his hard length going in and out of you. His balls slapping your back hole, weirdly giving you extra pleasure. Your wetness as a natural lube. The sweat causes a stickiness to your guy's skin. His tip hitting your g-spot. You loved all of it. You felt like you were in another world every time you two fucked.
Jungkook leaned his head back, eyes closed, mouth slightly agape, reeling in the feeling of you. He feels the way your nails dig and scratch his back. He feels the way you move your pussy up and down like you want more than what he's already giving you. The way you clench around his every time he hits your sweet spot. He hears the sinful sounds leaving your mouth. The slickness you provide for him. Your warm wet walls caging his raging dick. Jungkook truly felt like you were his utopia.
You looked at Jungkook. His face contorted with absolute sex. You watch the way his mouth groans out vulgar words. His eyes screwed shut, only focusing on the pleasure he's giving you and himself. You looked down at his abdomen, seeing the way his abs flexed at every slap. Jungkook always looked handsome to you, but when he's in this state, he's the sexiest fucker on this planet.
You untied your arms from his body and moved them down to his chest. You never really focused on your lovers' nipples, but when your hands grazed them, you saw the way Jungkook slightly shivered.
It gave you a thought. You pushed your hands on his abs, indicating for him to stop, and sat up. Jungkook looked at you with confusion; hands resting on your knees. He cocked his head to the side, "What's wrong, babe? Not feeling well?" You didn't spare him a glance; your eyes only focusing on his hard nipples. "No, nothing's wrong. I was just wondering if I can suck on them?" You pointed at his chest.
Jungkook's head faintly jerked back. This was new. It was always him sucking on your nipples, not the other way around. He stared at you, seeing if you were serious about this. Jungkook showcased a small downward smile. He saw your eyes clouded with lust staring at his nipples.
You were about to say something, but Jungkook crashed his body on yours; swiftly placed your mouth on his. You tried pushing him off, wanting an answer, but he only held you closer; demanding that you shut up and kiss him back.
You can never really say no to Jungkook, so you closed your eyes and fell prey to his touch. Without really realizing you climbed on his lap and somewhere in the middle you sunk yourself into his slick dick. You guys were fucking, but this time more slow-paced. You tangled yourself with him. Your arms around his shoulder, his around your torso; his hands resting on your ass. Legs wrapped around his body - crisscross style.
"Shit, baby, you feel so good." You moaned at his words. "Wanna be inside you forever. Inside this sweet, beautiful pussy of yours." You tucked your face in the crook of his neck; you were blushing. Jungkook chuckled at your actions, "Adorable."
You love fucking slow, but you wanted to be fucked hard. "Jungkook, please. I want it harder." you whimpered. Your wish is his command; fuck you hard, he shall. Your body started bouncing roughly on his dick. You were a mess; head leaned back, hair sticking to your forehead because of the sweat, arms barely holding on, toes curled, ass started feeling numb from the constant slapping, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Jungkook loved this sight of you. He loved the reason behind your messy exterior. He saw your neck blank; thought of an idea that involves painting you. He attached his lips to your damp neck and started coloring you. It was a little hard for him, fucking you hard and sucking on your neck at the same time, but he didn’t care if it meant that you were on cloud 9. He littered your neck with blue and purple hues, each a different size.
You couldn’t handle all the things Jungkook was doing to you. It was too much; your body felt pleasure in many areas. You were close, and Jungkook noticed. Your pussy holding him hard. Jungkook sucked some air in through his teeth; he felt like you were going to cut off his dick. He wanted you to reach your high, even though you were holding him, hostage, he fucked you hard. And to add more to your pleasure, he brought his thumb down to your cilt and did figure 8’s around them.
You felt like you were being attacked. It was so much to bare, you reached your climax and held onto Jungkook for dear life. Jungkook analyzed the way your body shook as you came. The way you held him so tight he felt like he was turning purple. Your pussy clenching and unclenching around his dick. Your shaky moans echo in his brain. He knows that you’re all fucked out.
Once your high died, you realize that Jungkook hadn’t cum with you. You pulled away immediately and stammered, “W-why? Why… Why didn’t you cum with me? Did you not feel good?” You felt bad that you were the only one who came; your eyes getting teary.
Jungkook saw the distress painting your face. He gently held your face between his hands. “No, baby. I felt so good. You were such a good girl for me.” Jungkook let go of you and sprawled his legs on the messed up sheets of your bed, and leaned back. One hand slightly behind holding his weight and the other traveling up his chest. “I just thought I should wait to cum. I wanted to grant your wish on sucking these,” Jungkook rubbed his hard nipples, “I want you to pleasure me, baby.”
Your breathing was heavy; you were nervous. “I don’t know what to do.” Jungkook grabbed your arm, so there were only inches between you two. “Just think about how I suck yours and copy.”
“Easier said than done. Jungkook your mouth is skillful.”
“So is yours. The way your mouth does wonders to my cock. Very skillful in my book.”
You wanted to suck his nipples badly, but you didn’t really think about how you’ll do it. Jungkook saw the hesitation you were displaying. He was growing a bit restless. “Baby, hurry before my dick goes limp.”
You stared up at your boyfriend, and he barked, “Suck them, ____.” You dived your head to his chest and did open-mouthed kisses on them. Jungkook took a sharp breath in, "Shit!" He brought one of his hands to your nape, gently massaging the area as you sucked him. The other wrapped around his pulsating cock, pumping it at a slow pace.
Your eyes were closed, focusing on the pleasure you were giving your boyfriend. When you swirled your tongue around his perky bud, you heard the way Jungkook let out a low groan. You opened your eyes to take a peek, and what you saw made you wet.
Jungkook had his head leaned back, the only view in sight was his Adam's apple. You saw the way his beads of sweat rolled down at every groan. You saw the way his throat danced at every gulp taken. The way his throat turns red at every passing second. You've never seen this sight of him; it was a huge turn-on.
You wanted to hear - see more of him in this state. You noticed that his other friend was getting neglected, so brought your hand up, and took him between your two fingers; pinching him hard.
Jungkook whipped his head down and yelped at the sudden act. You took his breath by surprise. He stared at you speechless; he hissed, "What the hell was that?" You halted your deed, anxious that what you did you a bad mistake. You looked at Jungkook and murmured, "Did I hurt you? 'm sorry, babe. I won't do it again."
Jungkook saw the way you were on edge. He didn't mean to sound rude. It's just the action really took him by surprise, and Jungkook was slightly embarrassed by how it kind of felt nice. His face flushed by the remembering feeling; he turned his head right, scratching his neck. Jungkook gulped, "No... You didn't hurt me." Your eyes bugged out a little bit. You watched Jungkook's face grow red by the minute. You smiled, he looks so cute to you.
You placed your hands on his thighs. "Okay? Did I do something wrong then?" Jungkook shook his head no. You were confused, "Okay, then what happened?" Jungkook was too embarrassed to voice out the reason. There was a silence roaming the room. You tried to get a better look at his face. "You have to tell me something, Jungkook."
Jungkook turned his head to you and meekly confessed, "I liked it." Your smile grew wide; you exclaimed, "That's all?" You started giggling at the situation. Jungkook got shy and hid his face in his hands. "Don't laugh."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, baby." You reached out and pulled his hands away from his face. You got close to your boyfriend's face; your guy's lips brushing against each other. "So, this feels good?" Your hands went back to its previous destination and tugged his hard bud. Jungkook bit his lip hard, containing his moans, almost drawing blood. He gave you a small nod to your question.
Your free hand dragged his bottom lip down. "Don't be quiet for me." Right then and there, Jungkook's head fell back, and he let out one of the loudest moans you heard escape him. In response, you moved your head down and did kitten licks to his other pink bud.
Jungkook felt so intoxicated by this new feeling. He needed more. He bent his head down and pleaded to you, "Please, don't lick. I want you to suck me like you did earlier. Suck me hard." You smirked against his chest. But before doing so, you grabbed one of his hands and placed it on his leaking cock. You smiled at him with excitement, "Just to add more love."
Jungkook loves this side of you. He loves the way you look at him with much domination. He loves the way you touch him with so much eagerness. He loves the way you pleasure him like you were the top in this relationship. He loves everything in this moment.
Jungkook grinned at you and pumped his cock with excitement. He'll do whatever you want him to. You went back and gave him the hard sucking he wished for. Jungkook moaned like a bitch; he would've thought it was embarrassing, but right now, he doesn't care. Jungkook was moaning like there was no tomorrow, so you thought you should do the same thing. You moaned against his nipple, causing the vibration to shoot through him. He shuddered at the feeling.
The hand job he was giving himself, the moaning and sucking on one nipple, and the tugging on the other were making him see stars. He now knows why girls love their tits sucked so much. You were the cause of his euphoria.
Jungkook's body started twitching, signifying that he was close. He cried out, "Please, baby. More. More. I'm close." And just as you were asked, you fastened the speed you were going and gave your lover more. "Ahh..... Fuck! ____, I'm right there!"
Jungkook let go of his cock so he could grip your shoulders. You felt his fingers drilling holes through your skin. He was cumming hard and fast. A popping sound came the moment you detached your mouth from his nipple. You watched the way Jungkook's body quivered when his high was subsiding; body tense. His moans were shaky; beads of sweat falling to the ruined sheets. You looked down to see the warm, white liquid covering your thigh, some even on your bare torso.
Once everything was calm, you lifted up your boyfriend's head and kissed him. You guys kissed so hungrily, teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance, moans being swallowed by each other, but in the end, he still was the one to top.
Jungkook pulled away breathlessly, not just by the kissing, but by way you sucked him so good. He stared into your eyes and praised, "You did so well, baby. You made me feel like I was on cloud 9. God, why didn't we do this sooner?" You both chuckled at the last bit. You gave him a quick kiss and proclaimed, "It doesn't matter. We have all the time in the world. I'll gladly suck - not only your delicious cock, but that divine set of twins you got."
Jungkook leaned his head back at your words. "Fuck, you're getting me hard. Don't talk like that." He got up and grinned when an idea popped up in his head. "Actually, let's take this in the bathroom. Start our round two while washing up."
You giggled at the idea. And just as you were about to get up, you said, "I love you, Jungkook." Jungkook picked you up bridal style and kissed your forehead, "Not as much as I love you, ____. End of discussion. And if you still want to argue about who loves who more, let's do it in the bathroom."
You bellied out a laugh, making Jungkook all tingly inside. "Okay, fine. But this time you have to suck mine."
"Your wish is my command, my queen."
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Dinner Served
hmm, I got a really big problem
PAIRING: mark lee x fem!reader
GENRE: pure filth, public sex, oral sex (giving)
WORD COUNT: 1.3k+ words
SYNOPSIS: already in a dinner with your boyfriend, yet you still craves for something else.
A/N: 'golden hour' got my brain all mush up, enjoy this 1k+ words about pure filth with the one and only, mark lee. stream golden hour and happy reading, everyone!
A fancy dinner at a 5-michelin stars restaurant, something that one could expect from the one and only, Mark Lee, the ever so romantic man most people would do anything to be with. Too bad for them because clearly, the man they desperately desires only have his eyes fixated on you, full of love and adoration.
''We'll have creamed spinach stuffed salmon, smothered filet mignon and a bottle of wine for now,'' Giving the waiter a small smile, Mark dismisses him. He taps away on his phone, eyebrows scrunch to the center in concentration.
''Look-- we're nearing to finish my new single, kinda going through the concepts I want on the music video right now,'' The screen tells you how much progress was made, making you smile in a proud manner. ''What are your plans for the music video?''
Mark doesn't hesitate to go on about his plans and all, why would he? You've always made sure that your boyfriend won't be wary of crossing the 'talking too much' boundaries whenever he excitedly shares his adventures on his job. You love to see and hear him ramble about it, even though most of the time you can't understand anything.
Though, as much as you love the way he's so dedicated about his music, sometimes, the extreme passion results to the lack of attention towards you. It's not like you want him to choose you over his passion, no. You just couldn't prevent the feeling of longing.
Throughout, you nod at him and give comments or questions as interest pricked you from time to time. Now that Mark is distracted on his phone while he searches yet another story or TMI to tell you, you take in his appearance. Wearing his black dress shirt tucked in to his black jeans, watch and rings dawning his wrist and fingers, his quite long blonde hair braided on one side-- letting the other side falls naturally. You thank every possible gods and deities to exists that you are the lucky one to have Mark Lee as your lover.
''Oh,'' Flinching in a faux surprise, the spoon hitting the floor makes a slight tud sound, catching Mark's attention. You get off your chair to pick it up under the table, getting on your knees as you hold on to the hem of your dress, preventing it to ride up.
''Get back, babe. We'll just ask the waiter for a new one.''
''It's okay, I could just wipe it with the napkin,'' You rumble a chuckle when you hear a sound of disgust from Mark, taking back what you said, informing him that it's just a joke. You catch a glimpse of Mark's blonde strand peeking at you from under the table slightly.
''Have you found it?''
''Yeah, I found it,'' Shoving your face at the clothed crotch, you lap the outline of his dick, smiling against it when you feel him jerk, enjoying the reaction.
He gulps, eyes wavering as it roams around the place, observing the different groups of people who's busy chatting and eating. They seem to be indifferent to what's happening around them. Mark sighs, closing his eyes for a quick second before he turns his attention back on you. ''Just be quick, please?''
''Babe-- what do you think you're doing? Get the fuck out of there!'' He whispered but in a shouting manner, afraid that people might notice and see your face situated right in front of his dick. Humming in stubbornness, you fondle the bump, looking up and batting your eyes innocently at Mark when he lifts up the table cloth, cursing when his dark eyes meets your doe ones.
Your lips curves to form a cheeky smile, fingers working their way to open his pants and pull down the zipper, you place a gentle kiss to the certain area which you assumes his tip. Mark, himself, pulls down the front part of his jeans, revealing his near-hard shaft, waiting to be devoured.
Taking the cock in your hands, you move to lick from his balls to the slit of his tip, wiggling your tongue with a weak attempt to dig in the parting line. Giving you a last look, Mark fixes the table cloth, enough to cover your figure and slouches, enabling you to have a much better and easier access.
You suckle the tip lightly, spitting to have it wet. It is when you realizes that you don't have much time before the waiter comes back with your food and wine, so you relaxes your throat, opening your mouth widely enough as you take him fully.
Mark must've been sensitive because his hands travels down to grasps the back of your neck, his hips thrusting upwards slightly as he tries to cut your process of prolonging the activity. You closes your eyes shut, bobbing up and down while you adjusts to his girth, feeling his thighs flexing against your cheeks.
The dick is long enough that you have to use your hand to cover the rest of its length, pumping and circling it, matching the pace of your mouth. With the cock being wet enough, you stays on the head, mouthing and sucking it eagerly, as if you have little to no patience of having his release on your tongue. You let your hands do the work for the remaining length, biting your lip when you see the color of your lipstick staining his cock a bit.
Taking a breath, tears that prickles your eyes earlier finally escapes your lids, running down your cheeks as you push Mark's shaft inside your throat again, reaching the farthest that you can. Oh how you wish you could see your lover's expressions right now. If things are different, Mark will be cursing and whining loudly, his hand will be gripping your hair in a ponytail as he fucks your mouth.
But you're in a public place right now, and he can't do what he usually does, giving you the upper hand and power to control him because what can he possibly do? Thrust his hips feverishly while he holds your head in place and risk the public seeing their dear romantic boyfriend material, Mark Lee, railing his lover's mouth like it's her pussy?
Of course, he wouldn't do that. So you take advantage of it, pressing your nose near into his pelvis, pulling off of him as you passes the work to your hands again, moving your lips to take in one side of his balls, wetting it while you let your tongue taste his flavor, closing your eyes.
Your cheeks makes a contact with the spit on his cock, smearing it messily at the right side of your face. The mixture of saliva and tears on the surface of your skin feels so fucking dirty but that's what makes it hot, especially that you're not caged in the four corners of your bedroom, the possibility of someone noticing your figure under the table stirs the feeling of thrill inside you and Mark.
It isn't that long before your boyfriend tightens his grip on the back of your neck, signalling the nearing of his release. Yet the odds seems to not favor Mark right now as your ears rings at the footsteps you're sure is coming your way, pulling off of Mark completely as you sit back on your chair, fixing yourself before someone comes.
The activity would've been naturally pulled off if Mark didn't let his usual awkward and nervous persona take over him, fully giving it away as the waiter's eyes widens, clearing his throat while he tries to stop the stuttering when he places the foods and wine on your table. Smiling at him, you say your thank yous.
''Can I get a new spoon, please? And here's your tip, I apologize for the trouble,'' The waiter have no choice but to nod, hoping he wouldn't see the same scenario when he comes back with your new spoon.
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Eddie and Roan taking care of R when she gets sick?
thank you for your request! dad!eddie and his daughter roan taking care of almost stepmom!reader <3
"Still nauseous?"
You look up from your makeshift den on the bathroom floor to Eddie's tall figure standing in front of you. He has the mouth of an open water bottle hanging between his fingertips at his hip, and a hopeful look on his ridiculously pretty face.
“You look nice,” you say.
Eddie sits down on the floor beside you. It’s not every day he comes home smelling like diesel, but he had today, and the smell had turned your stomach unexpectedly. You worry he’ll still smell like it and try not to breathe in, despite his immediate shower after your first… eruption.
“You always look nice,” he says, pressing the water bottle into your hand.
He doesn’t have to ask you to drink. You take a bigger sip than you should, then another, swishing water around your mouth as your eyebrows pull together.
“Not true,” you say as you swallow.
“It is true.” He rubs down your cheek with the pad of his thumb. It’s not overly fond or anything, he’s just close enough and loves you enough that touching you is second nature.
“I’m a fucking idiot.”
“No you’re not. And what does that have to do with looks?”
You’re close enough and love him enough that you know he won’t care if you hug him, despite your sick smell and puffy face. You ease your head over his shoulder and your arms around his waist, eyes wet but not crying. Life is full of a thousand different cause and effects but all you can feel right now is the abject unhappiness of having thrown up. It sucks.
“Shouldn’t have eaten off of that food truck,” you mumble into his shoulder.
You can feel the solidness of his arms against your upper back as he squeezes you lightly.
“You’re not the first person to make that mistake,” he says.
You feel sick, and you feel like an idiot, and your feelings are taking precedence now that your actions aren’t your own — you have no control over being sick, you can’t will your neck to stop aching from the strain. But you can take selfish comfort in the way Eddie’s shirt smells, relieved that the stick of diesel is gone.
“You’re not an idiot. You’re just unwell, baby,” he says. You love how he says baby; it rolls off the tongue with his light-hearted tone. “You feel gross ‘cause you projectiled.”
You squirm in his arms. “Yikes.”
“Are you gonna throw up again?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Let’s get up. Go sit downstairs… away from the smell.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You can’t be sorry for throwing up. It’s like saying sorry for going number two.”
You snort. Roan’s not even in the room and he’s talking like a dad. “Wayne said you used to curse like a sailor ‘n’ now you won’t say crap?”
“I was the fucking worst,” he says, laughing before he’s finished at his overused joke. “But I learned my lesson when she started saying fuck at the park when the swings were taken.”
Eddie doesn’t need to help you downstairs, but he grabs a chunk of your shirt like that’ll stop you from splatting if you trip. Roan’s music becomes clearer with every step, until you reach the bottom, and the cassette mix Eddie made for her last week is crystal clear, along with her excited singing. She’s listening to Footloose, and she’s dancing around the living room with Teddy the pink rabbit. He’s missing one ear, has been since you met them, and you don’t have to wonder why. He’s swinging from her pale fist by the remaining ear at force.
“You’re back!” she cheers when she sees you. She stops spinning and, clearly dizzy, stumbles a few steps in your general direction.
“You’re gonna make your brains mush,” Eddie says.
“Like potatoes,” she agrees. “Is it time for Swan Princess?”
“Yes! It’s absolutely time for Swan Princess. But dinner, Ro, sorry dinner’s late. Are you super hungry?” Eddie asks.
You make your way through a maze on the floor of dolls, dress up shoes and Lego bricks. Every toy she could pull out of her toy chest has been pulled. You barely flinch as you step on a pair of doll’s sunglasses, used to bric a brac by now.
“Not super hungry. Me and Teddy had those ants on logs.”
“Yeah, babe, but that’s not dinner, that was just a snack,” Eddie says, arms held out to offer Roan a lift. She steps into his reach. He pulls her up to his chest. “We are practising listening to our body, right? What’s tummy saying?”
“Tummy is saying we should have macaroni and double cheese.”
“Do we have any cheese?” Eddie asks you. Roan’s princess dress today is much too small for her, a turquoise mass of satin that you’ve watched her grow out of over time. “Sorry, I should know.”
“We should probably break up,” you say agreeably. How dare he not know if there’s any cheese in the fridge. “I think there’s a huge chunk of it by the butter on the top shelf, but check the best before.”
“We’ll check,” Eddie says.
They leave, supposedly to check the best before and make dinner, and you stretch out on the couch feeling fragile and sorry for yourself, as is your right. Everybody gets sick, there’s no point in punishing yourself for it, but you can’t help that slither of self-hatred every time you think of that gross food truck. Food trucks are amazingly convenient and mostly delicious, and usually don’t turn out so badly for you, but when you saw that guy in the front coughing into his hands you probably should’ve turned around and walked away.
He wasn’t cooking, you argue with yourself.
But he was in the truck.
“Bah,” you say, pulling Roan’s small heart-patterned throw blanket over your lap. You’d been hot as a furnace when you got home, but now you’ve thrown up you’re wracked with chills.
Who goes to culinary related work with a sick bug? you lament.
Roan races in with a bottle of water in her hands. “I brought this for you,” she says, stopping at your knees. Her skirt tickles your calves.
“Hey, thanks,” you say, clearing your throat. “Dad find the cheese?”
“Yeah, he’s chopping it.” She relinquishes her hold on the water, takes a step back, and then takes a step forward. “Do you want a kiss?”
“I think a kiss might be a bad idea. I don't know if I’m sick because the food wasn’t cooked right or if it’s a bug.” You frown at her. “Thank you anyways, princess.”
“What kind of bug?” she asks with a wrinkled nose. There’s a dawning horror in her small eyes.
“Not that kind. A germ. When people don’t wash their hands,” you explain.
“Oh.”
“Yeah. Best not get too close to me.”
Roan looks at you steadily. She squares her shoulders, turns her face to the side to suck in a big breath, and then throws her arms across your thighs. She squeezes you rather roughly considering her child-appropriate level of strength, and then dives backward like she’s going to burst.
“I love you, I’m going back to the kitchen!” she announces, short of breath.
You end up dozing off uncomfortably on the couch to the sounds of Roan’s cassette, the TV, Eddie’s unintelligible rambling and the sound of a wooden spoon scratching the bottom of a saucepan. It’s a credit to you how you’ve learned to sleep through most anything, even sick as a dog.
You’re woken up by a hand on your shoulder later. Eddie’s perched on the arm of the couch, looking down at you with plain pity. “Poor baby,” he says, only half making fun as he kisses your forehead. “Made you some toast.”
“I can’t eat.”
“It’ll make you feel better. Probably.” He puts a plate in your lap. He hasn’t gone overboard, it’s one slice of white bread with a scraping of butter.
“Sorry for making a mess,” you say. You pick up a triangle of toast hesitantly. “Defeated by a three dollar burrito. It’s sad.”
“So sad,” he says.
Eddie’s hand climbs to the nape of your neck. He traces your hairline messily with the tips of his fingers.
“Did you eat?” you ask, nibbling your toast.
“We did. We saved you some. I don’t know if you’ll want it, but Ro insisted.”
“Where is she?”
“She’s trying to decide which one of her plushies to give you tonight. In case you can’t sleep.”
You lean back against the couch cushions with a small smile. “That’s really nice. You made a good one, Munson.”
He puts his hand back on your shoulder, leaning in to give you a quick squeeze. The toast is toast, nothing special. It certainly doesn’t make you magically better but it doesn’t make you feel any worse, either, so you finish most of it and delight in your reward — Eddie noses your temple, his breath hot on your face as he says, “I’ve had help... Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’ll feel better soon.”
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Supernatural
Day 2
Pairing: Incubus Adult Neteyam x Fem tawtute reader
Warnings: P in V, Dub con, Dom Neteyam, Sub Reader, Rough Neteyam, Creampie.
Word count: 832
Translation(s): Paskalin -> Honey, Yawne -> Beloved
Tagging: @teyamshuman @hidden-snow @anemonelovesfiction @ikeyniofthetayrangi @itchaboi-itchyboy @kia-wolfie @aria-tempest @loaksulluyswife
“These dreams.. they’ve been so- weird the last few days, it’s hard to explain but the dream always starts off normal but then it always ends up with this blue alien fucking my brains out and I wake up being sore between my legs.” You spoke softly, looking between your friends who were rolling their eyes.
Tanya, one of your friends, eventually spoke up “Yeah right y/n” she scoffed, “I think someone has been watching the avatar movies wayyy too much” Jessie, your other friend, added in.
Now they weren’t wrong, you loved to binge watch all the movies but it does not explain why you have the same dream every single damn night.
You went to open your mouth to speak but Jessie cut you off immediately, “Look y/n, we’re gonna go home now but I suggest seeing a therapist or something because your losing it babe”
They gave you both a pitiful smile and got off the couch, walked out the living room, opened the door and left closing it behind them.
Maybe they did have a point, maybe you were losing it.
Or maybe you weren’t.
An hour passed and you got ready for bed, doing your nightly routine but also putting a camera on your dresser facing your bed. Now you’ll finally have proof that your not crazy.
As always, you fell asleep instantly after getting into your warm, cozy, bed.
Your dream started off different this time, you were laying down in the huge fancy bed but no one was in the room with you.
Or so you thought.
“Miss me already paskalin?” Neteyam purred next to you, your breath hitched as you felt his cold hands on your skin, tracing patterns along your stomach before moving his hand down between your legs, swiping a single digit across your folds.
He smirked feeling how wet you already are “Yeah, guess you did miss me.” Before you could register anything, he pinned you down and crawled ontop of you, his cock already hard and leaking pre-cum onto your thigh.
“Wait wait!” You pleaded, pushing at his chest “Wait for what pet? You don’t want this?” He asked completely unfazed, placing one of your legs around his waist and swiped his cockhead teasingly against your slick folds.
“I.. I don- shit!” You screamed as he plunged his cock inside you, small grunts leaving his lips as your walls squeezed tightly around his thick shaft.
Once Neteyam finally bottomed out, he stayed still for a few moments just admiring you. How beautiful you looked underneath him with your eyes squeezed shut and mouth slightly agape trying to adjust to his size.
Doesn’t matter if you took him multiple times before, each time felt like your first time all over again.
Slowly he began moving his hips, his cock dragging against your gummy walls, coaxing out beautiful moans from your lips.
“Nothing to say now huh?” He chuckled, picking up the pace, his hips slapping against yours. “Ungh! Fuck teyam!” You mewled, his cock was hitting all the right spots inside you, making you see stars.
Your hands went to his arms, digging your nails into him making him groan. The sting was oh so delicious and only encouraged him to push deeper into you.
Neteyam leaned down, his hot breath fanning over your ear as he whispered “Your all mine y/n, mine. No one will ever get to have you besides me.”
Your walls clenched around him at his words making his lips tug up into a smirk, “You want that? To be all mine yawne?”
By now your mind has turned to mush, all you could think of was how good Neteyam was fucking you.
“P-please..” you slurred, already feeling your climax approaching rapidly. Leaning back up, he bit his lip and wrapped his tail around your thigh. Fuck you felt like heaven to him, it was only a matter of time before you would be his completely.
With one particular hard thrust your breath hitched and you came hard, gushing around his cock. Feeling your walls clenching tightly around him, Neteyam groaned, painting your gummy walls white.
Your eyes began to slowly flutter shut as he slowly began to withdraw himself from you, “Till next time, little one” he murmured.
You woke up to your alarm going off around 7:30, groaning you opened you eyes and sat up slowly, wincing at the familiar pain between your legs.
Quickly you got out of bed and went to the camera, grabbing it off your dresser. Stopping the recording you sat back down onto the bed and played back the footage you caught.
Holy shit- no..it couldn’t be..
He was actually there, fucking your unconscious body while glancing towards the camera.
Once Neteyam was done and pulled out, he got off the bed, walked to the camera and crouched down.
“Did you enjoy the show darling?” He grinned, sending a wink towards the camera.
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A Safe Respite Part ll
*** Second part to A Safe Respite.
Summary: You and Astarion continue your night in a Baldurs Gate bath house.
Pairing: Astarion x Afab Reader,
Warnings: Fluff, smut (f receiving oral, intercourse), bathing,
Word Count: 1700 approx.
Rating: 18+ - If you are under 18, please do not read.
You and Astarion both indulge in the present moment, post climax clarity still coursing through your veins. Your breathing eventually stabilises, and your lips mildly swell from so many passionate kisses. As you lift yourself off of him, you plant a small kiss on his forehead. Carefully you maneuver yourself to sit beside your lover, both staring into each other’s eyes not saying a word, there was no need to.
Astarion turns slightly to face you and reaches down to lift your legs so they lay across his. He takes the goblets from the table, passing you one, and takes a sip.
“Its even the good kind, you have me impressed.” He says, lifting it back to his lips.
“Well, I didn’t wish to taint the night with vinegar, did I?” You poke.
He plucks a grape from the vine and brings it to your lips, but before they reach it he pulls away slightly, a smirk tugging at his grin. You playfully splash water his way and giggle, and he gives into you, placing it gently on your tongue.
You place your free hand on his, giving it a gentle squeeze, and he lifts it up for a small kiss. He doesn’t stop there, trailing small pecks slowly to your wrist, along your arm, past your shoulder and finishing at your neck.
You see his eyes sparkle, as an idea flashes through them, Astarion sits up, gently removes your legs from his, and takes the goblet from your hands, placing it on the table.
“Stand,” He whispers, a devilish grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. You shoot him a quizzical glance but comply agreeably. You stand above him, the water level sitting just above your knees, and use one hand to gently push a curl behind his ear.
“Told you I wasn’t finished with you yet,” He charms. Astarion rests his chin on the soft part of your belly below your navel, dilated eyes glancing up at you, taking in your naked form from this new angle.
He places a soft kiss on your lower stomach, his hands snaking up the back of your legs, sitting comfortably in the crease where your thighs meet your behind. He pecks at each hip tenderly, careful not to break eye contact with you, and rests his chin back on your lower stomach.
Astarion places his lips below your navel, moving downwards with a kiss at every inch of flesh. He gently nudges one knee so you adjust your stance and take a small step outward, allowing him access where you want him, need him, most.
He kisses the outside of your lips and then softly drags his tongue along your slit. You inhale deeply, preparing for more pressure, more pleasure. Again, he slowly drags up the tip of his tongue, taking his time tasting you. He looks up at you once more, eyes searching yours to continue.
You nod, and rake your fingers through his hair, and Astarion pushes his tongue deeper into you. He focuses on your clit, delicately devouring you, swiping his tongue as he pleases. His hands remain at the back of your thighs to hold you in place, as your legs already threaten to shake.
Your bottom lip is clenched tightly between your teeth, and your mind becomes overwhelmed with pleasure. Head thrown back and hands grasping at Astarion’s curls, your brain becoming mush faster than anticipated. Your breathing is no longer steady and is filled with sensual noises you’re sure only Astarion can extract from you.
He reads your body and easily finds the perfect pace, keeping you steady. With one hand he reaches down to touch himself, unable to resist any longer as the sight and taste of you like this is driving him wild. He can tell you’re close, your legs tremble and your voice cracks as you cry out his name.
With a burst of pleasure, your orgasm washes over you, sending electricity to every inch of yourself. Astarion continues to hold you still, not allowing your knees to buckle and keeping you upright, his tongue hasn’t stopped. You push his face away, unable to handle the contact for even a second longer.
He smiles up at you then stands, his hands don’t leave your body but trail up around your back to hold you tight. He plants a soft kiss on your lips, you reciprocate with short breaths in between.
Suddenly Astarion spins you to face away from him, one hand on your waist, careful not to put too much pressure on the fresh bruises from the previous round of passion, the other hand slowly but firmly pushing your back down so you’re leaning over the side of the tub.
You are comfortably bent over, knees balancing on the curved seat ledge. Astarion’s hand slowly traces from between your shoulder blades down your spine, gifting you a ticklish shiver. The other hand firmly on your hip, helping you keep balance. He draws in a deep breath, savouring the sight of you kneeling in front of him, trusting him completely.
Astarion gently leans against your behind, his cock brushing against your entrance, arousal flooding back through you as you softly grind back against him. He bends down and you can feel his breath on your neck, where he places a small kiss.
“You are perfect, love,” he whispers, and begins slowly kissing down your back.
The anticipation makes your toes curl and fingers tighten around the tub’s edge, a desperate breath escapes your lips. You feel Astarion’s mouth turn into a brief proud smile, satisfied with the effect he has on you.
“You’re being so patient, darling…good girl,” he straightens up and gently grasps a fistful of your hair, painfully slow he pulls it back towards him, so your head tilts slightly upwards.
It takes everything you have to stifle a moan and yet you fail, it effortlessly falls from your lips, his words are like warm honey, and his touch like a seductive addiction you never plan on escaping.
Astarion aligns himself to you and softly pushes inside, he pauses at halfway to give you time to adjust, but to also tease you a hair further.
“Do you want more, angel? We can stop here if not,” he taunts you.
“Don’t you dare stop,” your desperation spilling out of you before you can even plan to formulate a different response.
“As you wish,” he pushes in the rest of the way, earning himself a guttural moan, his hands gripping onto your waist for dear life. Your eyes roll back as your cunt clenches around him, again he fills you so perfectly, no other feeling compares.
Astarion begins to move in a slow, painfully slow, rhythm, as if he’s trying to tease you until you can take it no more. His own game starting to crumble around him as he gives into the feeling of tenderly fucking you.
Unable to harness your patience a second longer, you start to push back and grind against him, encouraging Astarion to increase his pace. He is also unable to resist any longer, and gives into his carnal instincts as he starts thrusting into you at a harsher pace.
Astarion firmly pulls back a fistful of hair again and you arch your back in swift response. Gratified from the moan departing your lips, he then slaps a hand firmly down on your ass, leaving a delicious, hot, stinging sensation behind.
Despite being filled and fucked, you still crave more of him. You let go of the tub and carefully straighten up, mindful to keep him inside of you. You lean back against him and reach your hands behind your head, hoping to twist your hands in his hair. Astarion’s lips find your neck and you crane yours to kiss him back. He holds the kiss while still fucking into you, his hands reach around your front, one placed on your stomach to keep you in place, and the other to give attention to your clit where he rubs circles to match his pace.
Astarion’s moans are heavenly in your ear, you can hear the way his orgasm is building, his sounds getting more unruly and desperate, it sets your skin on fire. Sounds of pure pleasure fall from his lips as they do from yours, uncontrollable in your tryst of passion.
The combination of both of your lustful moans and skin slapping together fill the room, it is a raw and sensuous kind of love. Completely lost in each other, your bodies come undone in unison. As your climax erupts inside of you, so it does for Astarion.
He sputters your name multiple times with each ending thrust, until he lessens the pace, his endurance finally exhausted. Still his arms are wrapped around you, holding you still, preventing you from collapsing onto your knees.
Neither of you say a word, both focusing on catching your breath yet again tonight. Both of you are complete shaken messes but still connected, not ready to yet let go. As he rests on your shoulder, you feel the beads of sweat that have formed on his brow melt in with yours. It’s sticky and sweet, and you’d have it no other way.
Once the trembling in your legs ceases and your breathing settles, you reach around to give his thigh a few taps, signaling him to remove himself from you. He does, after he kisses your shoulder one last time. You turn to face him, your eyes as full of devotion as his.
Astarion’s curls cling to his skin from the sweat, and his eyes meet with yours, glancing down at your lips once or twice. He pulls you into a close embrace and kisses you softly, the warmth of your bodies against each other feels so good, and so safe.
Not wanting to leave this moment for just a while longer, you close your eyes and take a deep breath, the scent of your passion, the sounds of his breath, the taste of his lips, anything you would do to keep yourselves here for an eternity.
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@gwynrielweeksofficial Day 1 - Firsts
✨ Happy Gwynriel Weeks 2024 ✨
Synopsis: Gwyn musters up the courage to kiss the Shadowsinger.
Word Count: 1k
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“I think the ending of the story could have been better…” Azriel explained.
“I see,” came out of Gwyn’s lips in response though her mind was thinking Do it.
“…but the characters are great,” he continued.
“Mhmm.”
Do it. I can’t. But I want to, her mind persisted.
Azriel kept giving his opinion about the book Gwyn had asked him to read a few days ago so they could discuss it together like they always did with every material that one recommended to the other. It was one of her favourite romance novels that she would recommend to anyone who was fond of the genre, or Spymasters who read romance only because their friends forced them to. But right now, Azriel could have been criticising it or ripping it to shreds that Gwyn would not have noticed.
“The main character is as stubborn as you. She is my favourite,” he said, the corners of his lips tugging into a smile. “I’d say my favourite parts are…”
Oh that smile. I want to taste it. I need to. Do it.
From the moment Azriel had started talking about that book, it had reminded Gwyn of all the time when she had read it too and had replaced the face of the love interest of the main character with that of Azriel. Hearing him talk of hand touches and secret rendezvous and stolen kisses was sending her mind into places she didn’t think he would be willing to follow. Gwyn had never been kissed before. And Mother above she wanted to know, for once in her life, what all the fuss was about. She wanted to know whether whatever fluttered inside her when she was near him would stop if she kissed him or whether the simple urge to kiss him would cease once she did it. She wondered if her eyes would finally stop being drawn to his lips.
If Azriel had not been looking at the novel that he was currently flipping through, he would have noticed that Gwyn was only half listening to what he was saying and that her gaze was glued onto his moving lips. He did, however, seem to notice that she was now much closer to him on the sofa than she was when they had sat down here some time ago.
“Berdara?” he asked as soon as he turned to look at her and noticed that the blush on her cheeks was much too intense to be justified by the temperature of the room since the open window of the private library had led the space to become quite chilly thanks to the cold breeze coming in.
Do it. Do it. Do it.
“Are you alright?” he asked, no doubt concerned by her silence as much as the strange look on her face.
Just do it once and forget about it, she thought. Do it. Do it. Do it.
Gwyn closed the little distance left between their bodies by gliding closer to him until her leg touched his. Gathering every ounce of courage she had built up to this point and telling herself that she would atone for her stupidity later, she placed a hand on his face and pressed her lips against his before he could finish saying her name.
The moment Gwyn felt how soft and perfect his lips were, she realised the terrible mistake that she was making. Her heartbeat increased, a sudden heat crept up her face and body as she slowly moved her lips against his. She was wrong. So very wrong. How could she think that one kiss would be enough? Who was she kidding? Why hadn’t she thought of the possibility that a single kiss would leave her wanting more, even as she still had her lips sealed to his?
She needed to stop before he pushed her away and asked what the hell was going on with her - why her hands were caressing his neck, why she was so close to him that her breasts were now pressed tight against his chest, why she wanted to jump on him, wrap her legs around his waist and beg him to deepen the kiss and teach her everything there was to know about pleasure. Those smutty novels must have turned her brain to mush. Perhaps she should take a break from them. Or perhaps she should read more to fill in the bigger gap that was forming between her need for him and actual reality.
Convinced that the hand he had brought to her waist was a request to stop, Gwyn pulled away, her eyes opening but staring down at her hands where she had placed them on her lap. Her internal monologue might have made it seem like the kiss had lasted for hours but it had only really been a few seconds. Maybe the memory of those few seconds would haunt her until the end of her days and the embarrassment would be her punishment.
When she looked up at Azriel, she found him staring back at her. His eyes were open wide, his mouth slightly parted and he seemed as though all coherent thoughts had been sucked from his beautiful head. Gwyn cleared her throat and stood up abruptly.
“I’m going to leave now before I lose my last shred of courage,” she said with as much firmness in her voice as she could muster.
With that, she turned on her heels and made her way to the door, leaving a dumbfounded Azriel behind. Her hand was already on the knob when a loud, “WAIT,” made her stop.
When she turned around, the sounds of Azriel’s rushed footsteps had already stopped and he stood before her. Gwyn didn’t have the time to take a full breath in before he wrapped a hand around her waist, grabbed her face with his other hand and kissed her.
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lovely melo, can you do prompt 13 "always such a good girl for me" with prompt 14 and prompt 16 "i missed this pussy"? if it's okay i want it to be camboy au for dom!jay
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i love you !! good luck on your finals my love i know you’ll do well 💗
જ⁀➴ camboy!jay x female reader
cw. smut, dom!jay, camboy au, unprotected sex, praise, being filmed, hair pulling, spitting, creampie
wc. 600
13. "always such a good girl for me"
14. "need to stuff you full of my cum"
16. "i missed this pussy"
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"look at the camera baby" you could only whine as jay fucked you, hand in your hair to pull your head up off of the mattress. he made you look directly into the camera, his eyes watching the computer screen that showed the live stream of him try fucking you. "always such a good girl for me" he laughed near your ear as you followed his instructions.
he kept his eyes on the screen, watching the way your eyes rolled back as he fucked into you, loving the way his name slipped from your lips in helpless whines after each harsh thrust he made forward. jay always thought you were pretty, but he thought you looked extra pretty when he was ravaging you with his cock.
"they love you" he groaned into your ear as he scanned the comments that were appearing. the odd comment appeared about someone being jealous of you and wanting to be in your position, but jay had noticed how the majority were about you "they all love my pretty girl so much, so luck that you're all mine" you whined at his words, feeling his thrusts halt as he opted for grinding himself forward into you instead, teeth nipping at the skin below your ear.
"jay" all you could do was moan, the only word you could let out was his name and he loved it, no one said his name the way you did.
"it's okay baby, i know it's good" jay lifted himself back up, letting go of your hair causing you to press your face back into the mattress as he started fucking you again. his hands pressed against your ass, he spread you apart so he could properly see the way your cunt was swallowing his cock. you too every inch of him so well, took him like you were created for him "i missed this pussy".
jay was mesmerised as he groaned out his words. quickly becoming obsessed with the way you were sucking him back in each time he pulled out of you. jay felt his cock throb when you whined at him pulling until only the tip of his cock was pressing into you, he collected a glob of saliva in his mouth before letting it drip down onto his cock, thrusting himself back into you. he basked in the way the sounds of your wetness echoed throughout the room.
"need to stuff you full of my cum" jay put emphasis on the word need, he needed to watch your desperate cunt swallow every last drop of his cum as he filled you up.
"please" your voice was weak, you felt yourself drool onto the bed sheets beneath you, too fucked out to do anything other than squeeze the sheets between your fingers and plead for him to fill you with his cum. that's how jay found himself fucking you harder, trying to chase his release so he could give you what you wanted.
he released into you with a groan, cock throbbing as your walls squeezed him tightly, his fingers fell under your body to attack you clit. quick, messy circles being rubbed against the nub as he fucked you through his own orgasm, wanting to feel your pussy releasing around him too.
"come on, baby, let it go" his voice was somewhat gentle compared to the way he was spilling his cum into you, he wanted to send you over the edge and he knew the smoothness of his voice would contribute to them "i got you". he did have you, his arm wrapped around your waist as your body threatened to collapse once your orgasm him. thighs weakening under your weight as you came around his cock, he gently let your body fall against the bed brain turned to mush. cock still wedged inside of you as he laid on top of you.
"my good girl".
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[midnight thoughts: sunghoon + heart eyes]
pairing: park sunghoon x gn!reader
genre/warnings: fluff ! very cute very suitable 4 all audiences ! / not proofread, povs might be a bit confusing?? it's written in 2nd person/3rd person omniscient but also in hoon's pov kinda?? idk ,, i hope that's able to be understood lolol <///3, also LOVESICK HOON <////3
wc: 0.8k (i could've written more but i liked where this ended)
a/n: this goes out to all my hoon stans (ESP my hoon biased moots bc ik there's a lot of u MWAH ILY PLS ENJOY this is my apology for never interacting) / i feel like this is a bit different from my normal writing style so i hope this little ramble-y mess suffices !! <3
park sunghoon is sharp; the slope of his nose is precise and pointed, his skin is even and supple while still resembling a cool block of ice, and the fiery soul of a phoenix reborn from its ashes is hidden away behind his frigid gaze. but, when he's with you—an uncharacteristic spell of heat courses through his veins; the blood under his cheeks seems to boil as they turn an embarrassing shade of vermillion, and the mystic bird is freed as you unlock the cage he has built around his heart. the way you hold him in your hands is gentle, the way you touch him is kind, and the way you kiss him makes him weak.
when he's with you, park sunghoon allows himself the chance to be soft. he melts like the chocolate sandwiched between two cozy graham crackers; his brain turns to mush, his thoughts are blurred at the edges, and his bones feel a bit too much like jello. sunghoon doesn't bother to uphold his "cool guy" reputation when you're around because he knows you prefer the real him—the one that stumbles over his words after seeing you in his clothes, the one that can't make it through watching the titanic without bawling, the one who still tries to cook for you despite almost cutting his thumb off with a mandoline slicer.
a fool, but yours nonetheless.
however, in spite of all this pure adoration sunghoon harbors for you, he still can't manage to will those eight, little letters from his plush lips. they feel too small as they sit and marinate in his mouth; he turns them over with his tongue, running the muscle along each syllable and tasting the overly saccharine residue they leave behind. they're not enough, he thinks, they never will be.
so, until he finds the right words, sunghoon settles for quiet moments like these. a wall of storms is rolling in from the coast; through the open window in the dorm's living room, the refreshing scent of impending rain spreads throughout the space. soft bouts of rumbling thunder become white noise that is almost enough to lull him to sleep, and the weight of your head in his lap evokes a certain peace that settles over every inch of his body. as sunghoon runs his fingers through your hair, he giggles to himself each time you snore on the inhale. there's a patch of drool seeping into the fabric of his joggers, but he can't bring himself to care; to sunghoon, you are perfect—in every sense of the word.
in the darkness, sunghoon's phone illuminates your napping figure; squinting, he sees that the boys have messaged the group chat, but truthfully, sunghoon is far more concerned that the vibrations might startle you out of your slumber. glancing down at you once more, he picks up the device to take a quick look at the messages.
[jake]
twenty dollars that hoon's ogling y/n when we get back
[heeseung]
do u even have to bet?
[jay]
yeah i feel like it's kind of a given at this point
[sunoo]
i just hope they're not on the couch .. i'm trying to cast the barbie movie to the tv ://
[jungwon]
good luck......where Else would they be??
[niki]
as long as they're not sucking face idc.....
[me]
ok gross ... we r not Sucking Face u Child
y/n's asleep on the couch, so don't be too loud when u get back
[jake]
BOOOOO GET A ROOM !!!!!
[sunoo]
UGHHH why can't u guys be a cute couple somewhere ELSE??
[heeseung]
hoon's too in love ... Obviously
[me]
stay jealous losers <3
with a small flick of his thumb, sunghoon switches his phone to do not disturb and places it face down on the arm of the sofa. as he gazes down at you, his eyes are filled with an immeasurable amount of appreciation and fondness and gratitude. he finds solace in the sight of the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest; your deep breaths are a melodious sonata accompanied only by the sound of rain pattering against the living room window. sunghoon feels his heart pounding in his chest, and he thinks it's a bit silly just how much of an effect you manage to have on him. he sits with his thoughts, staring at the wall before him; sunghoon ponders heeseung's text, and comes to the conclusion that the elder boy is right.
sunghoon is in love—with you, to be specific.
however, he decides that he's the perfect amount of in love with you.
slowly, the calloused pads of sunghoon's fingers graze over the planes of your face, traveling down to the exposed skin of your shoulder. gently, he traces countless, miscellaneous shapes into your flesh, hoping you can feel each and every one of the triangles and diamonds and hearts in your dreams. tenderly, he tugs the blanket that had slipped down to the taper of your waist back up to your clasped hands. quietly, sunghoon prays to the gods and asks for the courage to voice his emotions, despite knowing that there is no rush—there never is. not with you.
and after a moment, softly, sunghoon tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear and murmurs, "i love you. more than you'll ever know, i love you."
#; — cass writes: hoon#enhanet#enhypen fluff#enhypen headcanons#enhypen reactions#sunghoon fluff#sunghoon headcanons#sunghoon reactions#enhypen#enha fluff#enha headcanons#enha imagines#enha reactions#sunghoon imagines#enhypen x reader#sunghoon x reader#sunghoon x y/n
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Day 29: Aftercare - The Marauders
Kinktober Day 29: Aftercare - The Marauders x f!reader
Tags: 18+ readers only, dom/sub, bdsm, mentions of sex, overstimulated, passing out from sex, multiple orgasms, intense, praise kink, fluff, nicknames, no use of y/n
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You were completely overwhelmed, emotionally and physically. They had been at it for hours, teasing and tormenting with this lips, tongues, fingers and cocks.
All three of them had started softly, working you up until you were begging for them to fuck you. And oh did they fuck you good.
At one point, all three of their cocks were inside you, whether it was your pussy, ass or mouth, hands groping your tits, pulling your hair, biting your shoulder, they were all over you.
They knew exactly what they were doing with your body which meant they could draw out an ungodly amount of orgasms, so many in fact you had lost count after five, your brain turning into mush.
Every time you felt like you were going to pass out they would slow down their movements, sweet-talking their way into getting you to open your eyes before diving right back in again until you were trembling through your next orgasm.
Then it moved to each of the boys orgasming, each deciding today to finish across your chest, leaving you coated in their sticky substances.
This left you lying in the middle of the bed, half-conscious, throat and body aching, soaked in sweat, spit, their cum and your cum smothered over your thighs.
“You still with us pup?” asked a voice that sounded like it was echoing from another room, you were vaguely aware of a hand caressing your head soothingly. You couldn’t muster up the energy to respond, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep, not caring that you were filthy.
“I’ll take that as a no”, the voice continued, chuckling lightly before you began to feel like you were floating as Sirius lifted you into his arms.
“I’ll fill up the bath, whilst you try to bring her around Pads” Remus instructed, moving towards the bathroom as Sirius followed closely behind. As Remus sat on the edge of the bathtub, Sirius held you in the centre of the room, one arm under your knees and the other holding your back up.
There had been a handful of times where you had been fucked so thoroughly you’d passed out and they’d learnt from past mistakes that you needed to be soothed back to waking. So to begin with, he simply swayed his body back and forth, lips against your forehead.
“Sweetheart I need you to wake up for us, come on pup, open your eyes, let me see those pretty eyes” he whispered lowly. James then joined the group having pulled on some boxers and been in the kitchen to get you a glass of cold water. “Here’s James, he’s got you a glass of water so I need you to open your eyes and drink, ok?”
Sirius’ voice became clearer now, the swaying helping to ground you so with a great deal of energy, you blinked and opened your eyes, still feeling foggy but aware enough to know that Sirius was holding you.
“Well done baby, you’re doing so well, here turn your head towards me, that's it, and drink some of this”, James praised, cupping your face to help you turn towards him, lifting the glass to your lips which you gladly accepted, not realising just how thirsty you were.
It took a couple of minutes for you to drink it all but you managed it, dribbling a little at the end, Sirius and James both gave you encouraging praises that had you smiling, leaning your head back onto Sirius’s shoulder and closing your eyes.
“Bath’s all ready” Remus informed you all, settling into one side of the magically widened tub. Sirius inched forward, James helping him to step into the tub with you in his arms, careful not to drop you before sitting down.
The water was in between hot and warm, instantly relaxing your whole body, a sigh left your lips as Sirius leaned with you both against the side. James sat on a stool at the side of the tub, stroking a hand up and down your spine causing you to shiver and smile, becoming more and more aware of your surroundings.
“Tickles Jamie” you giggled, trying to move away but your body wouldn’t respond to yours.
“Sorry baby” from the humour in his voice he wasn’t sorry at all but it was all helping your mind to become clearer, knowing each of the boys was close by.
It was Remus’ turn now to move across the tub, his hands gently cupping around your ankles, tugging on them slowly so you moved positions in Sirius's lap so that you ended up lying with your back against his chest and your legs extended straight, in between Remus’ bent legs. His large hands began massaging the muscles in your thighs your moan was deep, and not realising how tight they had become with all of the fucking you’d been doing.
Taking a deep breath, you opened your eyes again, firstly looking at Remus who smiled softly at you, before you looked down at your body, seeing the cum that had dried and not washed off in the water.
“Ew,” you remarked, hearing the three boys chuckle under their breaths.
“I thought you liked being covered in our cum pup” Sirius teased, kissing your neck before reaching for the washcloth that James had just retrieved from the cupboard. You decided to ignore his teasing, knowing he was right but you always felt icky afterwards, happy when he began washing your chest.
James stroked back your hair from your face so you turned to look at him, smiling lazily as he grinned at you. “You fully back with us, baby?”
“I think so, I’m just tired” you admitted, nuzzling into his palm.
“We’ll get you cleaned up and in bed soon, don’t worry. You did so well for us tonight” your body warmed at the praise, smiling shyly before jolting forward as Sirius brushed against your extremely sensitive cunt.
“Shit, sorry pup, just need to make sure you’re clean that’s all”, you relaxed back into him, letting him try again, biting your lip as he brushed against your engorged clit. He only took a few seconds to clean you and you released the breath you’d been holding. “All done” he announced, kissing the side of your head.
“Do you think you can stand?” Remus asked, hands still massaging your calves.
“I think so” you replied, wiggling your toes to check that your body wasn’t feeling as jelly-like as it once had.
“Come here then sweetheart” James then intervened, offering his hand to help you stand. But it was all three of them who helped you to stand, Remus, holding your hips, Sirius supporting your back whilst James held onto your hands.
With their support, you were able to stand and then step out of the tub. James was quick to help towel dry you, being careful not to rub too hard in between your legs. Remus then began pulling one of his shirts over your head as Sirius and James tidied up around you, waving their wands but you weren’t paying attention.
Instead, you were leaning against Remus as he held you into his body warmth, making you feel safe but even more tired. Remus kissed the top of your head, “let’s get you to bed sweetheart”.
He held your hand tightly as you both moved into the bedroom, the bed sheets having been replaced from the sweaty, cum stained sheets to fresh ones thankfully. Remus held the duvet up for you to climb into, releasing a happy sigh as you settled into the mattress, feeling Remus following soon behind you, pulling you onto his front so you could nuzzle into his chest.
“Wait for us” James muttered, sliding onto your left, kissing your shoulder before slinging his arm over your back whilst Sirius did the same on your right, kissing your temple before collapsing into the pillow.
“I love you” you whispered, sleeping fighting to take over, smiling as they all replied with their love before you fell into a peaceful sleep.
#the marauders#james potter#sirius black#remus lupin#james potter smut#sirius black smut#remus lupin smut#the marauders smut#the marauders x reader#james potter one shot#remus lupin one shot#sirius black one shot#hp smut#hp one shot#kinktober#the marauders one shot#kinktober 2022#mine*
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4. Stars ✨
Summary: EZ is president now and with that new control over the club has come new control over you.
Pairing: EZ Reyes x female reader
Warnings: 18+ Sexual content MDNI, PIV sex, oral sex (f receiving), overstimulation-(everything is consensual but the reader does ask him to stop due to overstimulation, not because she is no longer consenting), EZ talking the reader through it a little condescendingly
Word count: 745
A/N: Named it Stars because that what the 🍆 has you seeing in this one 🥰 Could potentially be seen as a little OOC for EZ, I just went with more of his personality from the later seasons. The more ruthless EZ as opposed to the usual characteristic early on cinnamon roll EZ 🫣 Also none of the other women that he’s been with on the show exist in this timeline so the reader is his first valentine since getting released.
"I can't, I can't, I can't-"
EZ chuckled at your breathless voice, high-pitched, whiny, and desperate as you pushed at his shoulders, trying to earn some reprieve. The vibration against your clit ran a shiver through you, a quiet sob pushing past your lips at the overstimulation. You weren't sure how many times he had made you come now.
You had stopped counting after six.
It was Valentine's Day, and with his time in prison, EZ hadn't had a Valentine to spoil in quite some time. But he had you this year and he had pulled out all of the stops. Breakfast in bed, spending the day together doing the hobbies of your choice, a fancy dinner at your favorite restaurant, and now that you were both home, he had spent the last 45 minutes with his face buried in your pussy eating you like a man starved.
It had been great at first, like always, but somewhere around the fifth orgasm, it had somewhat lost its novelty as you shook and spasmed over and over. He took some pity, opting to move his mouth to your inner thighs, leaving kisses and soft bites while his fingers worked into you instead. He'd given your swollen clit some safety from the abuse for a good few minutes, long enough to help you settle. Just to bring his full lips to it once more, suckling and kissing, your thighs casing tightly around his head.
But he simply laughs again, taking true pleasure in your overstimulation. His goatee has rubbed your lips raw and he pouts slightly as the small welts of irritation that ripple the texture of your sensitive skin.
"Poor baby."
He runs a finger over your slit, shaking his head at the way your hips jerk.
"I can't, EZ. I'm s-serious. I can't...I can't...no more..."
You're having trouble forming words, your brain turned into mush long ago. The Mayan president gets up from his prone position, a kink in his neck that he ignores. He's sitting up on his knees, looking down at you with pride and adoration, his mouth and beard glistening in copious amounts of your slick and his spit. His hand is unceremonious as it comes up to wipe at his mouth, his eyes darker than you ever remember seeing them. Ever since he's taken the gavel, he's been this way. More rough. Primal. Feral even.
And now that he has reduced you to an incoherent babbling mess, he finally grips his cock, thick and solid and leaking, just to tap it sadistically against your puffy pussy. He runs the underside over your clit, reveling in the small hiss you let out at the contact, cooing at you as he does.
"You're ok. You can take it. I know you can. You can be strong for me, right? Can't you?"
His tone was babying yet condescending and you blinked the tears out of your eyes, your head nodding softly. He grinned and leaned down to press his lips to yours, his tongue dominant as it pushed against yours, your taste still in his mouth. He pulled away after a moment more and took hold of himself once again, cock pushing through your lips easily, back and forth, back and forth, your hole clenching on nothing on nothing every time he grazed over your clit.
He finally sunk into you without warning, slow and steady until he was buried within you fully. He leaned his weight on top of you, burly arms coming up to rest on either side of your head, encasing you. His lips kissed and sucked at your jaw as he gave you a moment to adjust, his left hand fisted into your hair. Not pulling or tugging, but ensuring he kept you just where he wanted you. He pulled his hips back then, all the way until he had almost slipped out of you, and then sank all the way back in. Your thighs trembled as they rested against his waist, your breathing shallow and ragged and he continued those strokes, making you see stars.
You made noises that EZ assumed might've been meant to sound like words, but they were unintelligible, so he paid them no mind.
"There you go, baby. That's my good girl. Look how good you take all of me."
You whimpered and nodded, your brain as scrambled as your insides, you having no choice but to lay there and take everything he gave you.
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