#his warm soft breathe tickling me and making me laugh softly as i pet his hair
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ngl i've only been thinking about cock warming nanami while cuddling and its really soft and sweet 😖😖
also what would you think of having designated emojis for anons 👉👈
i love the idea of designated emojis!! did you want to be 👉👈 annon or??
contains: fem reader, established marriage, sooo many pet names are used for reader, cockwarming, dirty talk, teasing, fingering, breif hand job, somnophillia at the end if you squint
MDNI
Nanami had taken some time off recently, telling his boss and coworkers alike that he was going on some exotic trip with his wife (you). When in reality, he just needed some consecutive time off with you, just completele uninterupted wife time. He didnt even neccisarily have anything exciting planned for the two of you on his vacation, you went out to dinner a couple times last week but he really just needed you close to him, even if you were doing something mundane.
The two of you sat on the couch together, the tv droning in the background while kento read his book. Your legs were laid across his lap, and his free hand that wasn't holding his book was rubbing patterns into your calves soothingly. He needed this so bad. Your skin was so soft and warm under his palm, your presence in the room was all he needed to relax, he wished this vacation could last forever.
Your husband kept stealing glances at you, studying your sleepy face and the way your hand slipped under your his shirt and rested on your tummy. Every move you made had him seemingly stuck in a trance. When your show went to comercial break, you sat up and started to slide under nanami's arm to sit on his lap. He cradled your body against his, resting his big palm on the small of your back as he slipped his own hand under your shirt and scratched your back.
"Mmmmm." you moaned in appreciation at his antics, his trimmed nails felt so good on your skin while the warm heat of his body radiated through your own, making you feel dizzy. "Feel good, sweetheart?" He asked, smiling at your reaction but keeping his eyes glued to his book. "Yes, feels so good Kento, wish time would stop at this moment forever." You mumbled into his shoulder, stealing the words from his brain. "Me too, my love." He said sweetly, making you hum at the nickname.
You were pressed impossibly close to him, chest to chest, you could not be closer and still; you needed more. You wished you could become one with him, so you would never be apart. Your own unrealistic thoughts made you sigh out loud as you slumped against him. “Something wrong my love?" He asked, setting his book down open faced on the coffee table as to not lose his spot, before he brought his other hand to join in on scratching your back.
"Mhm, just wish I could be closer to you." You whined into his shoulder, making your body jolt as he laughed at your needy words. "I have just the solution if you're up for it." He said, sliding his hands down the side of your body before rubbing them back up, and repeating the process. You tried to blink away the sleepiness his soothing touch was bringing, whispering out an 'okay' as your eyes fluttered shut.
He pulled you off of his chest, keeping his large hands on your hips as he stared at your sleepy face fondly. "How do you feel about keeping my cock warm inside you? Hmm?" He asked, making your eyes flutter open as a smile crept its way onto your face. "Sounds perfect, Kento." You smiled, cradling his face in your hands as you brought your face towards his, and connected your lips softly.
The two of you kissed slowly and passionately, your sleepiness really being evident to him at how lazy your lips were against his. "You can fall asleep just as soon as I get inside you, okay?" He spoke against your lips, his warm breath tickling your face as you nodded. You gave him one last peck on his soft lips before your hand dropped to his crotch to get him hard.
You were surprised to feel that he was already one step ahead of you, which made you giggle as you rubbed your hand along the length of his cock through his pants, "Kento what's this~" you teased, making his jaw drop in a small o as you continued rubbing him, "What made you get so hard, huh?" You asked, smiling against his face before you pulled your head back, looking between the two of you.
You would never not be shocked at the sheer size of him. The way your hand barely fit around his cock when you jerked him off, the way he stretched you open when he fucked his cock inside you, each and every time. "Just your face gets me erect." He said, all too formally, making you giggle. "Well, I'm glad." You said, leaning down to leave a peck on his forehead before you dropped both hands to his pants and started unzipping his slacks.
You looked at him from underneath your lashes, and he nodded his approval at you, silently telling you to keep going. You continued unzipping his slacks and pulling his pants slightly down his thighs, just a couple inches so you had an easier time pulling his cock out. Nanami lifted his hips to aid your efforts, sighing in relief when your hands slipped into his boxers and pulled out his fully erect cock.
You were already only dressed in a t-shirt and panties, which would make it so much easier for you to get him inside you quicker. The sight of his unobstructed cock made your mouth water as you gave him a couple strokes before pulling your panties to the side and revealing your dripping cunt to his eyes. "You were teasing me for being aroused when you're this wet yourself?" He smiled, reaching his hand between the two of you to rub his fingertips against your hole to feel your wetness.
"This is your fault!" You exclaimed playfully, your laugh getting cut off with a gasp when he slid two thick fingers into your hole, keeping his eyes on you and dropping his mouth open, mimicking your own. "Yeah?" he smirked, "Thinking about cockwarming your husband get you all wet?" He asked, making you nod as your eyes rolled back in your head, lids falling shut. "What was that?" He repeated when he didn't hear your verbal answer.
Nanami was very adamant about you using your words when you wanted something. You should never be embarrassed to ask or tell him anything, he was your husband—of course he would cater to your each and every need, but how would he know what you wanted if you didn't use your voice?
"Yes, thinking about your dick inside me made me wet." You said. As he could see throughout your time together, his way of making you verbalize your needs had resulted in his pretty wife having such a filthy mouth. "Good girl." He praised, making you smile as he started to scissor his fingers inside your hole, stretching you out to take his cock.
"F-cuk, Kento-" You wined, squeezing your eyes shut as he opened you up for his cock, simultaneously rubbing your g-spot to get you even wetter. "Feel good, honey?" He asked, smiling at your pleasured face. "Yes, P-please, put it in now." You said, impatiently. He was working you over so well, but you just wanted him inside you already. Your heart was about to burst out of your chest with the need to be one with him. "Not yet, you're not prepped enough." He said as he continued to fuck his fingers in and out of you, creating lewd squelching noises that reached your ears and made you even more aroused.
"I'm fine, promise I can take it K-ken, please, just give me your cock, please." You begged, opening your eyes as you reached your own hand between the two of you and wrapped it around his cock. Your slow strokes must have convinced him because he let out a defeated sigh and removed his fingers from you. You smiled watching your husband suck his large fingers into his mouth and lick off your cum before he popped them out, completely clean of your juices. "You're so dirty, Kento." You giggled watching him lick his lips clean. He made sure to swallow every last drop of you before he spoke. "It's not my fault my wife is so sweet." He praised.
You continued stroking his cock, before you wadded up a glob of spit in your mouth and let it fall against the tip of his dick, easing the slide and wetting him even more as you lined his member up with your cunt. "Easy." Nanami reminded, to which of course you listened. Nanami was constantly bending his own rules for you, so if you hurt yourself by putting his cock inside you right now-- with you not being as prepped as he would like-- you knew he would get frustrated, and you didn't want that. You enjoyed teasing Nanami, but right now you didn't want to ruin this sweet and intimate moment.
He trusted your judgment though, if you said you were ready, you were ready. You winced when you started sitting down on his mushroom tip, his girth stretching you out and causing mild discomfort. Nanami moaned in tandem with you as you sunk lower and lower on his cock, his length seemed to go on forever. "Almost there, doing so good for me, sweetheart." He praised, holding the sides of your body in a tight but loving grip to take some of the pressure off your thighs and keep your body hovering over his lap while you took his cock.
"F-fuuuuuck." You moaned, letting your head tip back when you sat flush against your hips, his cockhead pressed snugly against your cervix. Nanami let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when you bottomed out. He started rubbing his large hands on the sides of your body, caressing you before he moved his hands to your back and pressed your chest against his, making you lean forward and lay your head into the crook of his neck. "Good girl, good fucking girl. His soothing voice vibrated through your body.
You wrapped your legs comfortably around his hips, whining briefly when his cock was jolted even deeper inside you at the new angle. Having his cock inside you like this, pressing up against all of the right places, and feeling his warmth from inside you now, was doing all the right things to your body. Your eyes started feeling heavy when Nanami once again started scratching his nails over your back. "Are you okay, my love? Does it hurt?" He checked, looking down at your form that was attached snugly to his. "So f-full, but It feels perfect Ken." You said, pressing small kisses to his neck in between your words.
"You're so good to me." He said, letting his own head tip back as your light kisses turned into sucking, his eyes rolled back in his head when he felt your tongue poke his neck between your plush lips in between your sucking. You felt his cock twitch inside you at your antics, making you beam with how easy it was to rile him up. You left one last kiss against his neck before returning your head to lay on his shoulder, heaving a relaxed sigh. "That should be my line," You said, giggling, "You always know just what I need."
Your husband hummed against you as he continued to draw shapes and patterns directly against your soft skin, making you hum and moan in appreciation every so often. "Ken," your soft voice started, "'M sleepy." He smiled and hummed in acknowledgment before he spoke, "Do you want to move to the bedroom?" He asked, waiting patiently for your answer. You took a couple beats to respond, the sleepiness making you ponder his question for longer than normal before you nodded against his shoulder.
"Alright, baby." Nanami reached over to grab the TV remote and turn it off, turning off the side table lamp as well before he scooped you up in his arms, holding you up from your thighs and keeping you snug around his waist as he walked the two of you to your shared bedroom. His cock slid in and out of you a couple inches when he walked, making you moan, and making your cunt drip out around him.
"Sorry sweetheart, almost there." He spoke a fake apology through his teeth. He loved the way you felt inside when he held you up like this. The way you squeezed his cock while he made a path for the bedroom made his legs weak, biting his lip when he felt your cum drip down his balls, begging his legs not to give out when he was so close to your shared room.
Your chest rising and falling steadily against him made Nanami's heart flutter in his chest, he knew you were waiting for him to get the two of you situated in bed before you fell asleep, and he thought it was the most precious thing in the world. How did he end up with such a sweet wife?
"Gonna take it out for a second, okay?" He said, making you whine at the loss as he picked you up off his cock, still holding you in his arms as his girth popped out of you, hanging heavily between his legs as his hard-on had gone down slightly from being still inside you for so long.
"Kento.." You sleepily wined, your cunt clenching around nothing at the loss of him. "I know, I know, patience." He reminded when he sat you down on the end of the bed. You sat obediently, your eyes fluttering open and closed as you watched your husband and waited for him to pull back the comforter for the two of you. "Alright, come here." He said, picking up your body from under your arms he situated you under the soft sheets, sliding in behind you. He pulled the comforter over the two of you before he snuck his hand underneath them and gave himself a few quick strokes on his cock.
Once he felt he was hard enough to put it back in, he slid your panties to the side once more and slipped his cock back inside your warm walls, making you both moan in unison as he did so. "Yess, 's good~" You slurred against the pillows. His cock had gone in so much easier this time around, he had your soaked pussy to thank for that.
He pressed his hips flush against your ass, groaning at how deep he reached in this position before he wrapped his big arms around your torso snugly. He humped his hips against yours slowly, massaging your sweet spot with the head of his cock as he fucked you into dreamland. "K-Kento, l-love you." You whispered, words broken up by your soft moans at the feeling of his cock slowly fucking you. "Love you more baby, go to sleep now, I got you." He hushed, rotating his hips against your ass. You relaxed against him, your sleep coming on so much faster thanks to how he was literally rocking you to sleep with his hips.
The two of you continued to moan softly together in the protection of your bedroom. No one to bother the two of you as you cuddled each other intimately. You rubbed patterns into his arms that wrapped around your torso, and his lips pressed soft comforting kisses against your back, shoulder— wherever they could reach, he kissed.
When your whimpers died down and your breathing evened out he knew you had drifted off to sleep. He stilled his hips against you, feeling the own throbbing of his cock start to cease as he got sleepier and sleepier himself. The way your cunt pulsed and squeezed around him every so often was so relaxing, the dull pleasure was lulling him into what would be the best sleep of his life. "I'm the luckiest man alive." He whispered into your hair, before he pressed a soft kiss onto the back of your head and let himself join you in dreamland.
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✶ FOCUS — p.sunghoon
사랑 tutor!sunghoon x f!r . . . 📁 warning. kissing, use of pet names ! + FLUFF ★ seiu msg: yk i had to go feral, rbs/feedbacks are appreciated
sunghoon sighed after feeling your intense stare for the the past 15 minutes “is there something on my face, yn or the stuff i’m teaching not piquing your interest” you tilt your head “why would you think that” he sighed again “because when you were assigned to me by the teacher for tutoring, i didn’t expect you would be staring at me the whole time instead of learning” sunghoon might be the heartthrob of the school but to you he was just a normal friend, in fact an unbearable one but this is all weird, why did he looks so hot all of a sudden?
“i wasn’t staring” you said as you looked down at your book “yeah sure whatever, so as i was saying this should go over-” blurry, his voice was blurry, he was so pretty, those glasses framed his face well, his long sleeves folded to show his veiny arms, his long and smooth fingers holding the pen “so if you carry this here” he cleared his throat to get your attention back at the book.
“are you getting turned on by my charms,yn” sunghoon smiled still not looking at you “shut up, it’s just the glasses” you looked at the book infront of you again “didn’t know you are into that stuff” he said smirking “it’s not that, it’s just- um new” you mentally cursed yourself for hesitating so much, it will just get to his head.
“yeah sure” he said sarcastically as he brushed a strand of hair from your face, at this point he just trying to get a reaction out of you “your cheeks are red” he said as he brushed over your cheeks, you looked at him, all weird this is all weird, why would this get you worked up? why would your best friend get you all flustered?, glasses really suited him, he looked so gorgeous “are in love yn” he said giggling “no, nothing lovable about you” you said with a pout, he leaned in as he pecked it
you were caught off guard, eyes widen but he looked so composed like all of this was meant to be “idiot” he said before kissing you again, this time it wasn’t short it was soft, his warm lips moved against yours as his hands cupped your face, smiles erupted on his face when he pulled away “you look like an idiot” he said going back to the book infront of him “OH HELL NAH! you can’t just kiss me and call me an idiot then go back like nothing happened” you pulled him back so he was facing you “do you want something to happen then” he said confused “look i know you hate me”
“who said i hate you?” you said still looking at his lips which were now coated with your lipgloss, it’s now time for sunghoon to go wide eyes “you’re making it awkward just staring at me like that” you said and before you know it he leaned in for another kiss, you smiled as he kissed you, he pulled back trying to remove his glasses but you stopped him “so you really get turned on by this huh?” he laughed as you smacked him “you just look good with it”
“i look so good that you keep messing your solution, hmm darling” he spoke softly in your ear, his breath tickling your eyes with his breath “stop making it sound so creepy” he giggled as he pulled himself back against you, his hands around your waist as he whispers against your lips “if i had known that these glasses would be the enough for you to confess your feelings for me, i would have worn them sooner” you bit his lips “ouch what was that for?”
“i didn’t confess yet” you said facing the books again “now teach me before i find your replacement”
“as you say princess”
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A cheating way jk| m
Don't believe in fairytales, but we got our fantasies
And it's me and you, no she. Doja Cat— You right
Summary: Marriage isn't always a good fortune, or perhaps its only the person you married.
Genre: Strangers to lovers, smut
Rated: mature
Pairing: Jungkook x f!reader
Word Count: 3.9k
Warnings: Non idol au! Infidelity, mentions of domestic violence, mentions of the use of alcohol, pet names, mentions of Namjoon, oral(f! receveing), unprotected sex, praise kink and I think that's all
a/n: I know some of you might have already seen this, im re-uploading, please be nice with your comments. Enjoy
The music pounding waves through your now drunk body as you dance along to the beat, and you feel a warm body approaching from behind you, too drunk to care that you sway your hips along his warm body, he chuckles into your skin and you feel a tickle.
“Didn't know you're that fun to be around” his voice was deep and hypnotic
You didn't reply, but you looked as his curious look traveled up and down your body, the music was still so loud, and the dizziness of your thoughts made you believe that the best decision you could make is to kiss him.
You don't. You sit with your friends and try not to be wasted any longer. Your friends are laughing at some joke, and you focus your attention on the dance floor. He's not around anymore. You begin to feel that he was just some fantasy of your imagination.
“Are you [Name] Kim?” The question comes from the man next to you. It's none other than him
“Why would I give you that information?” he smiles wide, and your heart skips a beat
“Well, gorgeous, you don't really have to, I know that is you” you arch an eyebrow
“How can a kid know me” his smile never leaves his mouth as he answers back
“How about I show you?” You shake your head in denial
“Look, honey, just get yourself home and forget about me”
“That's impossible” you chuckle “Even if I leave, you'll be in my mind” You show him the ring adorning your ring finger. He chuckles as you look confused
“I'm not jealous” he leans in, and you get a soft sniff to his cologne. It's sweet and intoxicating
As the night continues, he doesn't leave your side he tells you more about himself and he listens as you answer to his question, he looks and focus on your eyes, your friends are on the dancefloor and after another five drinks and the smell of his cologne closer and closer to your body lets him leave a hand on your thigh, you're laughing and his face is next to yours, his hot breath on your temple and you smile as you ask him: “And what's your name?” he chuckles and leads a hand to cup your face
“Jungkook, and don't worry, you'll be saying it a lot tonight” You chuckle again, and he kisses you softly and hungrily his lips are soft, and so are his hands all over you.
The ride holding his back as he drives off on his bike to the nearest yet decent motel makes your stomach bubble up in excitement, you're married yes, but at this point there's no turning point.You arrive, he pays and leads you inside the room. He kisses you, and tries as hard as you can, to forget all your life's problems, and he notices how stiff your movements are and how difficult it is for you to live in this moment.
“Is everything okay, doll?” You sit on the bed and cover your face with your hands
“I'm sorry, you're probably thinking I'm pathetic” he shakes his head in denial and kneels in front of you
“Talk to me” you lock gaze with him, and he seems to have forgotten about the horniness in his body
“I don't think this is a good idea” he nods and you talk again “You're amazing, and you make me feel wanted, desired, like a woman and not like someone's trash”
“Why would you have such confidence in you?” You huff
“My husband, he's been unfaithful since the fourth month of our marriage, and we've been married for ten years now” you sigh, reminiscing how happy you were the first months
“And why haven't you divorced?” You huff
“It's a long story” his hands are on one of your thighs, caressing it as you sigh exasperated “Our families practically set our marriage from our cribs, he's been a heartthrob and I just play my part”
“Is there any reason why you couldn't leave now? You must have some money of your own, and I know you have a career, so maybe you, you can…” you hold his hands
“Don't feel so frustrated for me, we can forget about each other the next morning” he sighs
“And if I don't want to?” You look at him in surprise. He cups your face and leans for a peck
“Jungkook… I don't think this is good for you nor me”
“Then just give me this night, give me just one chance to make you think of me” You sigh. His sweet touches and kisses make you agree as he hovers your body on the bed.
His kisses are wet and sloppy as your hands travel around his back, discharging his shirt, you take a moment to look at his wingspan and just at the sight your cunt yearns for him. He helps you take your dress from your head and notices the lack off bra, he cups your breasts with his hands and your body quivers at the cold breeze of the winter, soon his mouth has your nipple around his teeth, licking and sucking on one another making you moan his name and he hums into your skin, as a meal he enjoys. One of his hands is caressing your stomach, traveling down to discharge your panties and your hands are pulling his hair, the sound of his mouth making a wet mess all around your breasts makes you shiver. And he adores the taste of you, the smell of your perfume as he leaves a trail of kisses making his way to your pussy.
He might be young but he knows exactly where and how to get you started, his tongue presses against your clit and loud pants leaves your mouth, soon, his licks become precise and slowly. He's taking his time eating you out, making your toes curling, and a moaning mess. Your hands are once again on his hair, swirling the strands of hair as you moan and mewl his name.
He adores the way you say his name, the saccharine moans that leave your mouth and the way one of your hands is gripping the sheets in a attempt so stop the way your body keeps meeting his mouth, the way you close your thighs and try to swirl around him, his hands hold you in place as you shout “ ‘m cumin!” He continues the pace he has as you close your eyes, gripping the sheets stronger and letting your juices go through Jungkook's tongue. You're panting as he pulls his pants down, he gets you comfortable as his tip slides against your clit and he moans at the sloppiness of your cunt. He gets inside of you with a guttural sound from his mouth, he grips from your arms as he pounds into you, harder yet slow.
“You take me in so well… almost like ngh… almost like your pussy made for me” he moans your name and looks in your eyes, he enjoys the way you're not able to maintain the contact, the way you're saying his name and the way your skin sounds every time he crashes into you.
he's pounding, bullying your walls as you scream at the overstimulation, his hands are now around your neck and you know he's done this before, by the way you're feeling the lack of blood through your head, his pace fastens, his movements are less precise and he cums into you with a guttural moan. The weight of his body on you and the heavy panting makes you feel in bliss. He chuckles as he pulls away from you and the sticky feeling has him giving you a worried look.
“Don't worry ‘bout it” you chuckle, he gives you your clothes and as you dress you feel his gaze upon you “you're going to wear me out”
“You're so beautiful” you chuckle and pat the empty space in bed, he lays with you and cuddles as you doze off to sleep.
In the morning the bed was empty, only a small trace of his cologne makes you remember the night before. There's a small note on the nightstand, he has pretty handwriting.
If you still want to give me moments to remember, call me
His phone number with a small heart drawing.
The ride home was automatic, nobody was waiting for your arrival and that made your heart clench.
You call the number on the note, wondering if it was the right decision, you're getting yourself full of bad decisions.
“Hey, doll” you smile
“How did you know it was me” he chuckles
“I've been answering every call from my work hoping that it was finally you” your heart skip a beat
“Are you free tonight?” you bite your under lip anxiously
“For you, I'm free now” you chuckle
“No Jungkook, I have some meetings today, so at night maybe…” he might believe I'm pathetic
“Alright, but I'll take you to dinner before, don't worry I'll text you the address, bye doll” he hangs up and you hear your front door opening, is your husband.
“Hey [name] I'm just looking for something don't wait for me tonight” you huff
“Your mom called, she wanted to know if-...” he cuts you mid sentence
“I know, she called me earlier, since you can't leave even a text” you scoff
“Go to hell Namjoon” he smiles and grabs his coat on the door
“Already there babe” a loud thud leaves you alone in that big house again.
Your day is filled with the reminiscence of the memories from the amazing night he gave you. You have a smile like no other, and as the night arrives, you're back at your house. He texted the address of a nice restaurant, you hear the front door, and your husband appears at your dorm.
“going somewhere?” he grins, and you find that… odd
“not like you care” you answer bitterly, and he chuckles
“you wouldn't like to be messing with your perfect reputation, are you?” You chuckle this time
“stop acting like you even care about me, ‘m out” you leave, and his words are a muffled sound as you walk away, you won't allow him to walk you like that ever again.
The restaurant is further away than what you had in mind, but everything looks perfect as you arrive, there is a host welcoming you and you realize as the host walks you to his reservation that every table is inside a room, you couldn't hear nothing more than the sounds of your heels hitting the floor.
A slide door opens, and Jungkook has a rose in his hands as he welcomes you inside. He gives you a peck on your cheek, and you feel the heat coming through them.
“You look beautiful, angel” you smile and sit down. The host has long been gone, and as you too chat about your day, a waitress comes in
Jungkook orders, asks you if that's okay with you and you nod in agreement, the fact that he's so considerate about you, he cares about your opinion, and overall he just seems so good to be true.
The night goes smoothly, you laugh and be touchy with him all the time, around his chest, his back, his hands, and he does the same with you. It is an impossible task to try and keep your hands to yourselves.
“Is there a way I can have you tonight?” you giggle as he caresses your back, the wine in your system has you dizzy enough
“ ‘m here” he chuckles, you're sitting besides each other and yet, he pulls you to his lap, his hot breath on your neck and his hands are on your waist.
“You know what I meant gorgeous” you shake your head in denial and he kisses the gap between your neck and your shoulder, your body shivers.
“I do know, nevertheless, ‘m not positive this is a great idea” he nods, kissing your neck and stealing a sigh from you
“Don't think about it, do you like me?” you lock gaze with him and nod “Then just do it” you cover your face for a second, unsure of how this will impact in your future, his warm hands take yours out of your temple “ can't force you into wanting this but” his hands pull you to him, his hot breath now on your breasts as he leans for a kiss on your skin “I think that you shouldn't think about good or bad, but what actually makes you feel something” you nod and pull him into a needy kiss, his lips are always soft and his breath smells to wine, his cologne is intoxicating every reasonable thought in your brain.
After that night, many more had come, for a week you've been seeing him in motels and the restaurant, he texts you how much he misses you during the day, and he fucks you dumb at night just so you won't miss him that much the next morning–which you actually do–Two long weeks now and for this one night you can't see him, your husband hosts a party at you house and you have to attend.
You wear a beautiful champagne dress with your hair up and every guest gives you compliments as you walk through the room. Your husband has you from the waist as you try to smile to the guests he's going on and on about how gorgeous you are, and how he feels he won the lottery–all lies of course– the night goes smoothly, at midnight almost everyone is out, your husband is holding hands with a pretty young woman, he's too drunk to even care about being watched, you say goodbye to your guests as you see them walk off, to your bed. You follow them, the girl giggles at some stupid joke he just made, you hear the door opening and you rush yourself to not let them use the bed you're sleeping in tonight.
“Namjoon, you better not be planning on fucking her on my bed” he scoffs
“It's also my bed, so I do what I'm pleased” you sigh, grabbing the girl from her arm and pulling her beside you
“Leave, both of you” she looks scared and you try to look calm to her, she nods and walks away as your husband stands and push you “You didn't just do that to me”
“You always ruin my fun” you scoff
“Namjoon, just take the guests room, and get away from me”
“I thought that by giving you someone to fuck you'll be more accessible” your breath stucks on your throat, you look at him perplexed at his words
“What do you mean?” he looks at you
“You actually believed that a young handsome man would wanna fuck you for free?” he spits and you shake your head in denial
he wouldn't, would he?
“You're too old for that” he chuckles and your blood boils in anger.
“Leave” he scoffs “you can't hear me? leave!” he stands and walks towards you
“you'll regret this” he walks past you and leaves your house.
you cry your eyes out all night until the sun travels to your eyes making you wake up, your phone is buzzing, the name of your mother on the screen and after a long sigh you answer.
“can you explain to me why Namjoon’s mother just called me all hysterical?”
“well mother hello to you too, good morning” you huff
“This is a serious matter [name] they’ve been our friends since high school”
“So, you're telling me that she’ll stop being your friend just because I don't wanna continue being married to his stupid son?” You scoff
“no! is not that, but… we have a business they are our biggest investor, we could…”
“if this is ‘bout money, I have money” she sighs, and your doorbell announces a guest “gotta go mom”
when you open the door, you wouldn't expect it to be Jungkook, messy hair and heavy breaths, and that desperate look on his eyes… It is also filled with guilt
“Am I welcome in?” You lift an eyebrow in response
“Why should I let you in?” You scoff, and his soft features soften at your harsh tone
“listen, I know that idiot made me look…”
“just as an idiot, such as him” he nods at your interruption
“ ‘m aware, but please listen and understand me”
“I shouldn't” he nods in response and gazes at you with his big doe eyes
“but please…” you sigh and let him in. You close the door behind him, and as soon as your hands are free, he holds them. “he did offered me money, we had a deal… and ‘m a stupid college student with two part time jobs he sweetened his deal” you don't talk, you only gaze upon him in disbelief “he told me to get you to bed and then he'll give me the money”
“how much?” he shake his head in deny
“I didn't got a penny from him” you look surprise
“but you…”
“I wanted you to feel the same way I felt by meeting you, you changed me, changed my view of the world, my life wouldn't be the same without you” his words sound sincere and his desperate look makes you believe in him
“he said…” your voice gets muffled by his lips, he holds and cups your face and waist closer to him
“Angel… please believe me” he kisses you once more, gently and caressing your blushed cheek
“I dunno Jungkook, I'm older than you and…” he scoffs
“You're only like eight years older than me and I really don’ care ‘bout that” you chuckle
“ ‘m only twenty eight Koo” he chuckles
“see? even better, and yes, keep calling me that” you chuckle as you give in to his embrace
“I was thinking maybe calling you… love” he hugs you closer, the strands of hair touches your face and his hot breath lights something within you
“You believe me?” you nod, even if Namjoon has told you something he's always looking for a way to hurt you, Jungkook kisses you once more and you feel like melted ice cream into his arms, your hands try to grip from his shoulders as the kiss deepens his hands wander around your back till one of his arms helps you from the knee for him to carry you to the bedroom–by your directions– You're quite unsure of the moment, you've only decided to believe in him, this is still being in an affair, he's still that young man and anxiety kicks in. his lips and hands undressed you as he kissed every inch of skin he found.
“Is everything okay doll?” you nod and he stops his movements “you don't seem good” you sigh
“I don’ wanna think ‘bout that now” you kiss him and pull his shirt and notice a playful grin on his lips, he’s so husky and big for a man his age, you caress his soft and warm body as the rest of the clothes that remain on each of you leaves your body.
You don’t care, it has only been two or three weeks. You know your feelings are true and even if he doesn’t feel it in the same intensity you can enjoy it while it lasts.
Soon his mouth found the way to your dripping cunt he licks and sucks in the way he knows you'll see stars sooner than later. your hands grip to the sheets while saccharine moans escape your breath as his tongue rides you along your orgasm. He licks off the rest of the juices that left your pussy and he hums in content at the sight of it, you're drunk of his features, of his husky body embracing you closer to slide his cock along your folds, with a pant and a moan from him as he slides inside your walls his thrust are slow and his gaze is
fixated on you, the way you are hugging him closer and your hot breath is on his ear as his movements become faster and harder.
“You feel so good doll…” he moans as your nails grip his back youre leaving mark for sure and he doesnt care at this point, he loves how desperate you sound as he fuck you dumb. his hands are between your ears and the silver chain moves along him, he’s so dreamy you wanna make sure you're awake to be feeling this way, to be so filled with him.
Jungkook pulls away from your body but his pace doesn't change, now his thumb caresses the nub of nerves to pull you into another orgasm, only the sound of your skin crashing each other's body fills the room. He praises at your moans, at the way you call his name in a desperate mewl. You need him deeper if that's even possible. You need him to fill you up and as he continues you soon reach another orgasm as he, with a guttural moan fills your cunt with his cum. You're dripping while he enjoys seeing the way your hole clenches in search of his cock once more, as if its never enough, cause its not. He gets up to dress again, you cover yourself with your favorite silk robe as the door opens and your husband gasps in surprise.
“You… whore…” he attempts to reach you, but Jungkook quickly steps up in front of you, he’s only in pants and you notice the way he’s almost bursting in anger.
“Don’t call her that” he’s voice is harsh and almost too deep
“And who do you think you are kid?” he tries to push him, but Jungkook doesn’t move
“C’mon Namjoon, don’ do this” he gasps and step away
“You fucked in my bed and you have the audacity to ask me not to do things” you scoff
“You've done it too, many, many times, and I just got tired of your cheating ass” he huffs
“I’ll ruin you” you scoff and step up from behind Jungkook “And your family too” you scoff at his intent to try to intimidate you
“Leave my house” you say in response, he gasps and tries to grab your arm “Aint saying things twice Namjoon”
“You'll never see the end of this” you huff as he turns and close the door while he leaves
He can’t scare you anymore, you made sure to have things your way, to have most things under your name and his attempts of threat would go unnoticed. Jungkook hugs you when he notices the way your body trembles, he kisses your forehead as he sits on the bed with you on his lap.
You sigh, feeling relief and warmth within you from the man holding you dearly. He hums in your ear as you calm down, you know you want to be with him, for real and as long as he lets you.
“Jungkook?” he gaze you and nods
“Yes princess?” you sigh fidgeting your fingers
“Can we… date?” he huffs
“No, I'm supposed to ask you that!” he holds you by your waist, closer to his body “Date me [name]” you nod and giggle at his question
“You're not… unsure, given how everything went between us?” he shakes his head in deny
“No princess, I wanna be with you, doesn't matter how things were” your heart beats with joy “Sometimes you gotta cheat your way through”
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Garden Of Eden (Part One)
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Summary: Some things were not meant to be touched and to Quinn Y/N was meant to be untouchable.
Pairing: Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader // Jack Hughes x Fem!Reader (Platonic)
Requested: Nope
Song Inspo: Mountain Peaks - Stephen Sanchez
Warnings: 18+, minors dni, mild smut in parts of this fic, uses of the she/her pronoun, best friend's older brother!quinn, suggestive language...i guess, soft dom!quinn, pet names (baby, cutie...), grinding/dry humping, nipple play, not edited
Notes: this is just a little opening number, setting the stage for what is or isn't about to come, and yes, this is a very stereotypical trope but i personally love a best friend's older brother trope. anyway, i promise the next part will be longer and have more a flow to it. this is my first time writing for quinn or any nhl player but feedback would be appreciated
“Okay, but would you rather have dicks for fingers or dicks for toes?” The brunette's dishevelled hair tickles Y/N's face, the pair of them sharing the same pillow, squished together in the centre of her bed, as he tucks his head into the crook of her neck. He ignores her question, sneaking a kiss to her warm skin, the left side of his mouth smirking against her when her breath catches. “Q,” she squirms, nudging his side, “come on.”
He chuckles, rolling his head back onto his half of the pillow. “I don't know,” he shrugs, resting his arm under his head, “how big are they?”
“How big?”
“The dicks,” he replies, looking away from the ceiling to look at her, “how big are the dicks?”
She takes a second to mull it over, the corners of her mouth twitching. “Let's say they're average size.” Quinn stays quiet. “Like…five inches,” Y/N elaborates, measuring the size with her hands, “something like this.” She peers at him from the corner of her eyes. “Don't know what five inches looks like?”
“I know-” He cuts himself off with a sigh, eyes closing shut as it passes his lips. “I guess I'll go with dicks for toes - much easier to hide.”
Y/N rolls onto her side, curling her arms around his bicep. He hums at this and reaches out for her t-shirt, scrunching the dark material between his fingers. “Don't wanna caress someone's face with your dick fingers?” She tucks her head, forehead pressed against the curve of his shoulder. “Doesn't that sound romantic?” His body vibrates as he chuckles. “Just flaccid tips on cheeks.”
“That sounds disgusting,” Quinn grimaces, having to disagree with her.
“Takes toe sucking to a whole new level.”
“What?!” He laughs out of shock. “You did not just say that!”
She lifts her head, meeting his gaze, her lips parted with a large, toothy grin. “C'mon, just think about it-”
“I don't want to think about it,” he still laughs, shaking his head. His cheeks were flushed with a light sprinkle of a pink blush, that only darkens as his stomach growls. “What are they doing? Buying the whole store?” He murmurs to himself, reaching for his phone, checking to see how long it had been since his brothers had left. “How much longer do you think they'll be?”
“Why?” She let go of his arm, missing the way his mouth dropped into a frown as she pulled away from him. One leg swings over his hips, her knees resting on either side, sinking into the mattress as she straddles him. “Are you wasting away?” She teases, poking his stomach. “Going to suddenly die on me because Lukey eats like he's eating for two?"
“As a matter of fact, yes.”
Quinn shoots up, his arms wrapping around her waist, his sudden actions making her squeak. He lines his face with hers, tired eyes snapping down to her mouth and then back up at her eyes. They flutter shut, hiding their colour from him, as he tentatively captures a kiss on the corner of her soft mouth.
“I guess I shouldn't complain too much,” he mumbles, moulding his hand to her hip. The other coming to rest on the side of her face, his thumb brushing softly against her warm skin. “Not if it means I get you to myself,” he adds, kissing the opposite corner of her mouth, his lips lingering until he forces himself to break away, “even if it's just for ten minutes."
She circles her arms around his neck, playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck. “I think it's been more than ten minutes,” she whispers, suddenly scared to talk so loud. The right side of his mouth twitches, the rest of his mouth mirroring until his lips are stretched into a thin smile. “Your hands are cold,” she comments, tilting her face into the coldness of his palm.
“Then it's a good thing I've got you to warm them up.”
His mouth misses her lips, kissing her chin and heading south. His lips were soft, kissing down the column of her neck in a way that was torturous for the both of them. She whimpers as his tongue licks over her pulse point, and it takes every bit of strength in him not to leave a mark. “Should feel wrong to do this,” he mumbles, hot breath fanning her ear as he staggers kisses back up her neck, “but it doesn't. Ever.”
Y/N sighs, tipping her head back to expose more of her neck to him. He takes it as an opportunity to touch every inch of her with his lips. “Think I should be thanking Luke for clearing the fridge out,” she says, goosebumps rising on her skin as Quinn's beard scratches against her skin.
“Not like this, I hope.”
“Ew!” She gives his shoulder a soft push, her expression scrunching up with disgust. “Luke's like a little brother!”
He pulls back. “No brotherly love for me then?”
“Clearly not,” she deadpans.
“Wanna know what you are to me?”
Y/N tilts her head to the side, showing him half a frown. “Hopefully not like a little sister.” He smiles at her joke, subtly shaking his head.
“You're the forbidden apple in the Garden of Eden.” He takes a deep breath. “You are the thing I want most but know I can't have.”
“It wasn't an apple.”
He opens his mouth and then closes it again, his brows knitted. “What?”
“You called it an apple,” she replies, elaborating on her previous statement, “but the forbidden fruit Adam and Eve took wasn't an apple.” Full of weird and often at times useless facts, she plucks this one from the deepest part of her mind. “It was just that, a piece of fruit."
"Well, it could've been an apple, an orange or even a strawberry," he states, pressing their foreheads together, "the sentiment still stands." His thumb brushes gently down the bridge of her nose, making her eyes flutter shut. "It's getting harder for me to stop every time we do this," he admits, the tips of noses nudging against each other as he hovers his lips above hers, "and you know I don't want to stop this. I want to do more than just kiss you."
Secret kisses when no one was looking, hands held in secret under blankets during movie nights, stolen moments in empty rooms, and looks that lingered for two seconds too long. That was the extent of Y/N and Quinn's ‘relationship.’
"I want all of you, Y/N.”
"You know all this fruit talk is wasting time, right?" Quinn could feel her bottom lip moving against his mouth as she spoke, drawing his gaze to it. "Time that we could be using to do something else.”
“You started it,” he smiles, closing the gap between them.
"That's a lie," she speaks against his mouth, "Pretty sure you said I was your forbidden apple." The smallest whimper escapes her mouth and is caught by his as he presses his hand firmly against the base of her skull, holding her in place. "It was kinda poetic," Y/N adds, Quinn sighing as she pulls away.
“You saying I should retire and become a poet?”
"You should definitely not do that," she's quick to answer, pecking the corner of his mouth, "I said it was kinda poetic, with a big emphasis on kinda.”
He gasps, holding his hand against his chest. “How can someone so angelic say such cruel words?"
“You're so stupid,” she giggles, joining their mouths together again.
He circles an arm around her waist and presses his body against hers, hoping she might feel the hammering of his heart as it beats against his chest. That's what she did to him. She made his heart beat faster than he thought should be possible. But maybe being in love was about doing the impossible.
"Quinn," Y/N breathes out his name, tipping her head back and tugging on his hair, the dark stands curling around her fingers, as his mouth slips down to her neck. "No marks, remember?" Her best friend was still an important part of this messy equation. "Quinn?”
"I hear you, baby," he replies against her skin, "no marks." One hand leaves the small of her back and teases the hem of her t-shirt. "But think how pretty you would look," she could feel his smirk pressing into her neck, "all marked up as mine.”
“Tempting,” his words shoot straight down to her core, flooding it with arousal, “but Jack-”
He cuts her off with a sigh. "I know," he mumbles, lifting his head, "Jack can't know.”
He touches his thumb to her bottom lip, pressing and dragging the calloused pad over it. The soft whimper that escapes turns the corners of his lips. "That sound." He does it again, his breath ragged as she whimpers for him. "Like heaven itself. And it's all mine, right?" There's a shift in his voice to something darker. It has her clamping her thighs tighter on either side of his hips. His hand slides along your jaw and tips her head. "You're only going to make that sound for me, yes?"
She nods her head. “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
He picks up on the moan she tries to force down but lets the curiosity die. There would be other chances to tease her.
"You know this is my shirt, right?" He changes the subject, seeking a temporary moment of calmness. Flipping their positions, he presses one hand into the mattress beside her, keeping himself hovered above. The material is soft, pinched between his fingers; he runs his thumb over a small but unnoticeable hole. "I let Jack borrow it the last time we were all together," he adds, snapping his eyes up to hers, a smile dragging out on his lips, "but I guess I know why I never got it back.”
“I could give it back to you.” He lifts his eyebrows. “But only if you ask nicely.”
He chuckles, the sound resonating low inside his chest. “Or I could just take it back,” he sits back on his knees, “take it off you.”
She bites her lip, heat trickling down her body. “Go on then,” she encourages, “take it off.”
In a matter of seconds, the t-shirt is removed and tossed across the room. A hard blush spreads across Quinn's cheeks and down his neck, turning every bit of him red, as his eyes land on her naked breasts. They were better than he could have ever imagined. Beautiful and perfect. He tries to speak, to say something about them, but all he can muster up is a grunt strangled in the back of his throat. It was like seeing her in a two-piece swimsuit for the first time all over again, just without the awkward and uncomfortable erection.
“Quinn?”
“Quiet, baby,” he mumbles, raking his eyes down her body, “just wanna look at you for a sec.”
Y/N had expected to feel uncomfortable letting him experience her like this for the first time, but instead, she felt bold and confident. It empowered her the way he would race his eyes up and down her figure, his gaze lingering on her nipples as they hardened. Propping up onto her elbows, she arches her back and sticks her chest out, letting him drink every inch of her in.
"Tell me you see how beautiful you are?" He asks, his voice growing soft.
"I feel beautiful when you look at me like that," she answers, staring back at the warm glow in his eyes.
"Good." She collapses back as he moves above her, his hands reaching for her face, his body dipping to kiss her. He drifts from her lips before she can kiss him back. "I never want you to feel anything but beautiful," he murmurs, coming back for a kiss and then another, only stopping when he needs to take a breath.
"Quinn?" He hums, taking your wrist against his lips. "Aren't you going to touch me?”
"Do you want me to touch you?"
She smiles. “Is the sky blue?”
He kisses her, nipping at her mouth as he pulls away. “Depends on the time of day,” he replies, grinning as she rolls her eyes. He shifts until one leg is resting between her thighs, causing her to gasp as he leans forward, pressing his thigh against the front of her shorts. The sound shoots straight to his cock. “I want a yes this time,” he lines his face up with hers, “do you want me to touch you?”
She runs her fingers delicately over his cheeks, raking her fingers through his hair as they continue to travel. “Yes, Quinn,” she draws his mouth closer to hers, “I want you to touch me.”
Quinn doesn't need to be asked twice, taking her mouth in a heated, messy kiss. He'd kissed her more times than he could count on both hands and yet he still got lost in the kiss like it was the first time. Thrusting his tongue, he owns her mouth, controlling her. He wanted this, and from the way she pulled him in closer, he knew she wanted this too.
She rocks her hips against his thigh, soft whimpers crawling up her throat, captured quickly by his mouth. Fresh arousal dampens her panties as he thrusts against her, the feeling of his hardened length pulsing against her injects her with a primal need. “Touch me,” she breathes out, nipping at his bottom lip. The metallic tang of blood burns on his tongue as he runs his tongue across his bottom lip. “Q, please!"
He tips her head back, taking advantage of the exposed skin, burning a trail of open-mouthed kisses down her neck. More whimpers escape her mouth as his tongue drags over her collarbone, driven mad to taste every bit of her.
“Fuckin’ perfect,” he groans, cupping her breasts in his calloused hands. His cock twitches inside his shorts as he squeezes them into each other, mouthing something her ears don't catch before his mouth dipped low. The warmth of his breath fans over her skin, the wetness of his tongue coating it as he swirled his tongue around her nipple. “Like that, cutie?” He mumbles around her.
She nods, panting her answer as she arches her back, trying to push more into his mouth. He moves his mouth to the other, repeating his actions, sucking her nipple into his mouth. He smiles around the sensitive nub when she moans his name. It was music to his ear, something he'd remember when they inevitably separated at the end of the week.
Her fingers carve through his hair, holding tightly onto him as her hips buck, finding friction against his thigh. She throws her head back into the softness of the pillow, new heat flooding between her thighs, her mouth opening on a silent cry. He had barely done anything and she was already a withering mess.
“I need you,” Quinn breaks away, smoothing his thumb over her swollen bottom lip, “you drive me fucking crazy.”
“Then have me,” Y/N replies, circling her arms around his back.
He surprises her, shaking his head. “Not like this.”
She searches his gaze. “And why not?”
“Because if we do this, I want to be able to take my time with you,” he says, his nose nuzzling into her face as he leaves a chaste kiss against her cheek, “not be forced to rush through it.”
Call it cheesy, but he wanted to create the perfect memory of this moment. He had a primal need to appreciate her, to take his time to run his hands over her every curve, to touch and kiss every inch of her body. To consume and claim her as his.
“Trust me?” The sound of gravel crunching under heavy wheels is heard over his voice, Y/N watching him as he leaves the bed. He picks up her t-shirt and then sits on the edge. “Give me a chance to do this properly,” he leans in and kisses her shoulder, her neck and then her cheek, “without the fear of Jack or Luke catching us.”
"Like a date or something?" Y/N asks, fixing her top. Jack and Luke's muffled voices inject some life into the previously quiet lake house. "Gonna be hard to hide something like that from Jack."
Heavy footsteps quickly approaching Y/N's door has Quinn feeling nervous. "We'll have to tell him eventually," he rushes to speak, sneaking one last kiss. She whines as he pulls away. "I'll think of something," he whispers, looking over his shoulder, the bedroom door opening to reveal Jack.
"You better go downstairs before Luke gets hungry again." Jack enters the room, flopping down onto the foot of his best friend's bed. "I'm not joking," he lifts his head to look at Quinn, "he was already talking about what he's having for lunch on the way back here. What are you doing in here anyway?" He glances at Y/N for an answer.
"We were discussing if we'd rather have dicks for fingers or dicks for toes," she omits half of the truth, bouncing her eyes between the two brothers.
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"Toes," Jack answers, with no second thought about it, "easier to hide."
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Could I request something for Steve harrington x reader? I’d love to read something in which they get high together and at first they’re having fun and so but then reader starts to feel uncomfortable and it’s like no more fun for her and she’s scared that she’ll experience a bad trip and he’s trying his best to comfort her in his state
Or the other way around so that Steve’s the one getting scared would also be so interesting to read⭐️🧚
Thanks for requesting!
cw: weed
Steve Harrington x fem!reader ♡ 762 words
When you come back downstairs with the freshly delivered box of pizza warm and fragrant with grease in your hands, you’re not sure you’ve ever been so deeply content in your life.
“Steve,” you announce, “this is about to be the best meal you’ve had in your entire life.”
Your boyfriend twists around on the sofa to see you, and you’re not sure if you were expecting applause, exactly, but it’s a bit dissatisfying when he frowns.
“How long is it gonna take for the smell to get out of here?” Steve asks.
You shrug. The movement feels loose and pleasantly heavy, just like the rest of you. “We can probably air it out in a couple hours if you want to. What, worried your parents are gonna suddenly start caring what you do?”
His frown worsens. “I dunno, what if they do? The only time they ever got really pissed was when I spilled punch on the couch. I don’t want to get weed smell in the carpet or whatever.”
“It barely smells in here,” you laugh. “It won’t stick around, trust me.”
You set the pizza down on the coffee table and flop back onto the couch beside him. Everything about Steve is especially nice right now, even the tickle of his leg hair against your thigh, and you tilt your head up to kiss softly at his jaw.
Still, the frown persists.
You try to rally your most can-do energy. Steve so naturally takes the lead in most situations, it’s tough for you to remember that you’re both in your wheelhouse right now. You’re the only one of you who has experience being high, and you’d encouraged him when he asked about it, so it’s your job to fix him.
“Listen,” you say, keeping your voice light as meringue, “the smell usually goes away pretty fast, but we can totally air it out if it’d make you feel better.” Steve relaxes slightly, and you dot more kisses along his jaw to help the process along. “I won’t let you get in trouble. Don’t get paranoid on me, baby.”
You know you’ve said something wrong when his breathing pauses.
“Is that something that happens a lot?”
Shit. “No, no,” you amend quickly. “It’s not common, and you’re not the kind of person who would anyways. Let’s just eat our pizza before it gets cold, okay?”
“What’s the kind of person that would?”
You laugh. It slips out of you like your windpipe’s been oiled up, easy and natural as breathing. “Stevie, baby.” You turn your body towards him and take his face in your hands, looking him deep in his eyes. They’re really pretty, the soft brown made darker by the low light of the basement and his blown pupils, and it takes you a few heartbeats to remember what you wanted to say. “You’re fine, okay? You’ll feel so much better if you eat some pizza, I promise.”
Something in Steve’s expression eases. He looks back at you with a mixture of tenderness and amusement. “You’re like a dog with a bone about this pizza,” he observes, and you grin.
“Have you smelled it?”
“Mhm, it smells good.”
“That’s the smell we should be talking about, is all I’m saying.”
He sighs and tips forward until his head rests against your shoulder, fluffy hair tickling the underside of your jaw. “Sorry, I’m not trying to be a bummer.”
“You’re not a bummer,” you tell him earnestly, petting the back of his head. You feel warm, both from the toasty basement and something soft and mushy inside you. “I’m just trying to keep you from spiraling out. You can trust me, you know?”
“I know.” Steve takes a breath, turning his head to the side so his exhale blows hot against your neck and you can hear him clearly when he says, “You never usually call me baby.”
Now you feel warmer than warm. “No?”
“Nope. You’re saying it a lot today.”
“Well, pot makes me sappy.”
Steve chuckles, his back shaking. He turns so he’s looking up at you. You brush a hair away from his eye.
“Don’t usually play with my hair so much, either.”
“You don’t usually let me,” you counter.
He hums. “I’m rethinking my priorities.”
You laugh, and he smiles. It blooms over his face slow and warm like a sunrise. You weave your fingers in close to his scalp.
“I want you to feel better,” you whisper dotingly, “but I still really want the pizza.”
“Feed it to me? I don’t feel like moving.”
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the fic ahead is SFW/NSFW(seriously don'tread if you don'tlike it) + 16 don't read if you're sensible and don't like this stuff
This is a bit more spicy🔥💙 (I'm a Gojo simp afterall 😗😏⚠️)
Cw:Gojo x reader, a lot of moaning,sfw/nsfw,couple stuff,neck biting/sucking,sexy movements😏,suggestive,inexperienced reader,fingering,teasing (Gojo), reader feels horny/needy,pet calling,swearing,sex(duh),encouraging to cum,cum teasting,snuggle after sex. 🚬❤🚬💙
Part 2 Featuring Gojo of my previous work that I did about neck biting.
||take a bite part.2|| written by me
Satoru notices you looking at his neck. You want to bite him; he knows it. He likes it. Your mouth waters as you think about feasting on his flesh, and he notices. He sees your gaze shifting between his neck and his eyes. Satoru’s breath hitches.
"Come on, why don't you feed on me?" He smirks, pushing against her cheek with his thumb. "I'm quite appetizing, you know."
"Sorry I.. uh..don't know what's happening to me" You said putting your hand over your mouth looking away blushing, in that very moment Gojo looked like a snack for you, you could feel your heart beating faster.
"You have nothing to be sorry for" Satoru says, stepping closer. He can feel the pounding of your heart. You're scared, but also intrigued. He notices you looking away but can't keep from admiring you. Your lips are soft and pink, and your eyes are like marbles. He stares at your neck, too and your skin reminds him of a juicy, ripe fruit.
Satoru bites his lip as you speak, trying not to laugh. He knows what he's doing is working. You're already moaning, and he hasn't even touched you yet. He moves closer, pressing his body against yours so that you can feel every inch. The sensation of his hard body against yours is intoxicating. He runs his hand to the back of your neck and pulls you close, licking your collarbone.
You moan softly in response as you bite his neck,nibbling on it like it was meat and you can't help escape a moan as you increase your work.
Satoru groans, closing his eyes and moving his forehead to the back of your neck. He's trying not to let out a moan, but your nibbling is too much for him. 'So fucking good,princess'
Your lips on his skin feel so good. He bites you back lightly while running his fingers through your hair. He digs his nails into your shoulder, marking his territory. He's possessive and wants everyone to know who you belong to. Your body feels warm.
You moan again as he pressed on your cervix with his finger and you couldn't help but bite him harder letting out a muffled moan. "Ahn..G..gojo" you said trembling alredy feeling wet.
Satoru's heartbeat picks up as he feels your teeth digging into his flesh. His breath quickens, and the sensation of your tongue against his neck sends tingles down his spine. He leans over to press himself against you while nibbling on your neck. His nose is tickling you, and his tongue is flicking against your ear. You can feel him getting harder as he presses up against you, pushing against your cervix, just playing with you like a kitten does with is prey.
"Are you ready to give in yet?" He asks, holding you tight. He can feel you getting wet just from his touch. He is in control, holding your body in his palm. You can't fight it; you want him to take you. He is the master of your flesh.
you nod as you moan anguished as he pushed his index in and you squeeze his shoulders tightly
"G..go slow..p..please" you muttered under your breath as you looked at him,it was your first time in an healthy relationship afterall.
"I will angel~" Satoru replies, though it takes all his self-control not to push further. He doesn't want to hurt you. He wants you to enjoy your first time. So he eases into it, moving slowly, being gentle. You squeeze him tight, holding onto him like a lifeline. You're just learning to trust him, and he's just learning to trust you. Satorou wants to make this special, to make you feel safe and loved in his arms.
You moaned again at every push of his finger in your pussy and you bite his neck again in response.
"Ahnn...fuck angel..mhn you're so cute right now" Satoru whines softly and nibbles on your cheek. He moves his finger slowly, wanting to make you beg for more. Your bite drives him crazy, and he knows you're just trying to hold back. His tongue flicks against your neck, and his teeth graze your skin. He wants to mark you as his own; he wants you to be his.
"Ah ah mhn" you whimpered as wet and squelching sound filled the room,you were growing closer "ahn Gojo.." your legs were spread open the cum slowly dripping down as more were to come
"Good girl,moan for me princess" Satoru whispers, his breath hot against your neck. He moves his finger slightly faster, watching you squirm. He's getting more aggressive but not too rough; he knows your limits. He wants you to enjoy yourself.
Your cries are so delicious. He moves his other hand to your hip and squeezes, his nails digging into your skin. "Are you close?" He asks, his breath still hot on your neck. His finger is pushing deeper, faster. You're gripping him tight and biting his neck hard. Your moans grow louder, and he can't help but feel happy that you're enjoying this.
"Mhm mhm" You nodded squirming whimpering as you felt your own release building up.
"That's my good girl,you're mine" Satoru whispers, nibbling on your neck. His grip on you tightens, and you can feel his heartbeat in his fingers, rushing against you. You're so close; he feels you tense up in his arms.
"Ahnn... Ahnn..." You squirm in his arms, pushing against him. Your body melts into his, and he pulls you even closer, biting your neck again. His fingers are moving faster now, hitting the right spot.
"Come for me" Satoru whispers, pulling at your hips, his breathing becoming labored. He bites your neck harder, digging his nails in deeper in your thigth.
Your moans grow louder, and your body tenses up. You're on the brink. Satoru nibbles behind your ear, his voice going soft encouraging you "That's it princess mhn you can do it yes yes come come for me ahn" Gojo moaned out as he kept fingering you,he couldn't help but moaning with you.
You cry out as you finally reach your climax, clutching at Satoru's back. Your whole body is shaking, and your skin is covered in sweat. Satoru groans softly, letting your body fall limp in his arms. He kisses your forehead, his lips warm against your skin.
He pulls you close, your body still trembling against him. He whispers in your ear. "Good girl" he says, a smile on his face.
"You taste like heaven" Satoru whispers, licking his finger clean. He pulls you tight against him, kissing your neck. He doesn't want to let you go.
You snuggle up against him, his arms wrapped around you tightly. You're still shaking a little bit, but the feeling of his body against yours is so comforting. You finally feel safe in his arms. He kisses your neck, and your lips are still glistening from the saliva. You can't help but let out a small moan.
"You're so precious angel" Satoru whispers, pulling you close to him. He kisses your nose, your chin, your cheeks, your ear. Every spot feels tender, like you could explode at any moment. You're so sensitive, and every touch sends shivers down your spine. You cling to him tightly, desperate for his affection. His breath is warm in your face, and his hand strokes your hair gently.
Your breathing becomes shallow and slow. Your body relaxes in his arms, and your eyelids start to grow heavy. You're feeling so safe and comfortable. The world slows down, and all you can hear is his heartbeat. It feels like you can sink into him, melting into his body. You drift away, your mind at peace, your body sated and content.
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That's all people,if I have to be sincere it's my first time writing smut and NSFW but I hope you liked it.
#gojo x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk fanfic#jjk#jjk x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru#let me bite you#take a bite 🍑#bite me#jjk gojo#gojo satoru x reader smut
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heyy!! i hope u are okay <3
i was watching jisung's mcountdown s-class fancam and i came here to cry about his tummy😭 i have such a weakness for jisung's cute tummy and his thin waist... i mean i could spend hours just kissing and caressing and loving his little cute tummy AAAAAGHHHH i can even imagine jisung gasping when you kiss his belly while your hands roamed his waist and torso. he puts his hands in your hair and hesitates between pulling back and pressing harder 😖😖😖 okay okay okaaaayyy i'm leaving right now or i'm gonna faint
butterfly kisses
SUGGESTIVE THEMES BELOW CUT – MINORS, AGELESS & DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI
warning: gn reader, established relationship, idol au, hair pulling, suggestive content, pet names, lots and lots of kisses, babygirl jisung. words: 0.6k ~ (657)
dont repost. dont translate. feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!
“baby.. it tickles.” jisung's soft giggles ring in your ears. you hum softly as you look up at him through your lashes.
“want me to stop?”
“no..”
something about the way your boyfriend is looking down at you, his bright, wide eyes watching your every move, sends shivers down your spine. his naked chest on display, the only piece of clothing that rests on his body are his grey boxer shorts that cling to him in the most sinful yet delicious way.
a neatly trimmed happy trail disappearing below the waistband. his soft skin feeling hot to the touch as you plant delicate kisses on his chest and abdomen.
something about the hazy moonlight that's peaking through the gap of the hotel curtains makes the moment more special. the mattress dipping at the knees as the silk hotel sheets stroke and caress your skin.
jisung's hair fanned out against the fluffy pillows, a small pinch between the brows as he chews his plump bottom lip. the cute pink blush that's happily resting on his cheeks matches the colour of his perky nipples.
your hair tickles his skin as you trail your lips along his chest. your warm hands stroking and caressing his baby soft skin, leaving trails of fire behind.
“you're so beautiful, ji.” you whisper. “the most beautiful man i have ever seen.”
“you're going to make me blush.” jisung squeaks, his stomach filling with excitement as butterflies swirl around in it. you give him a simple hum of acknowledgement as you continue to attack his chest with kisses.
“you did so well today sungie. i'm so proud of you.”
“you are?”
“of course i am baby! you did amazing on stage. i'm always proud of you and proud of everything you have achieved and become!”
“thank you, yn..” as your fingertips delicately dance along his sides, goosebumps appearing on his skin to say hello, you move upwards to kiss his neck.
jisung muffles a soft moan as he tilts his head to the side to allow more access for you. you plant delicate kisses on his neck being careful not to leave marks, no matter how tempting it is.
“yn..” jisung softly moans, his hands gripping and bundling the hotel sheets in his hands. you hold onto his tiny waist, stroking it slowly with the pad of your thumb.
“i love you, han jisung.”
“yn..”
“i love you so fucking much. it feels like my heart is going to burst.”
with every word, every compliment and every touch from you, jisung's body and soul feels alive. his eyes welling with tears as he listens to you usher the three most deadliest yet beautiful words to him over and over again.
tears roll down his soft cheeks as he sniffles. you chuckle softly as you lean up to kiss his tears away. he laughs softly as you kiss his forehead, cheeks, eyelids, bridge of his nose, the tip of his nose before kissing his lips softly and delicately.
you pull after, trailing your lips along his jawline, neck and chest. butterfly kisses sit on his skin, fire burns in his stomach as his heart thumps over and over again against his rip cage.
a sudden whimper and gasps escapes his lips as you kiss his tummy. you kiss above the waistband of his boxer shorts, jisung holding his breath as he watches you. you hold onto his thighs, squeezing them as you eagerly watch him.
“yn.. please, you're teasing me at this point. i can't take much more.”
“you're such a good boy, ji.” you coo. you feel his hands rake through your hair, burying and massaging your scalp before suddenly gripping it and tugging gently.
you let out a soft groan before smirking at your flustered boyfriend.
“sorry! i didn't me–”
“oh. so it's like that then, huh?” you hum as you hook your fingers under his waistband. “ok, i see how it is, babygirl.”
note: ok look, i can explain. i know this wasnt a thought of any kind but like, it got me thinking back to his outfit and his tummy and his waist and JUST EVERYTHING ELSE. i had to, im sorry :((
tags (open): @sstarryoong ; @myprwttyhan ; @septicrebel ; @alyszaen ; @writerracha ; @hyunluvxo ; @aestheticsluut ; @xcookiemonsteer ; @telesvng
#fairylouist#skz smut#stray kids smut#skz hard hours#skz hard thoughts#stray kids hard hours#stray kids hard thoughts#han jisung#jisung#jisung smut#han jisung smut#jisung x you#jisung x reader#han jisung x you#han jisung x reader#skz x you#skz x reader#stray kids x you#stray kids x reader
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Make a thirst post for any character with any kink PLEASE I BEG OF YOU I AM JUST CRAVING MORE OF YOUR CONTENT
so real, thanks for giving me free will bestie 🤞🏻
content contains breeding kink, excessive cum, implied overstimulation, mating press, belly bulge, pet names (my good girl, my pretty girl, baby), some domesticity!!! (he’s balls deep and y’all are thinking of baby names 🥰)
rin itoshi is soooo husband. he’s obsessed with catering to your every need, always wanting to make sure that you’re well taken care of, always needing to be the reason as to why you’re taken care of. he worries about you, you know. every time he’s away, training or practicing or flying out to play against an international team, it takes everything in him to not immediately blow up your phone with texts. he just wants to make sure that you’re always going to want to stay by his side.
nothing gives him more confidence that you’re entirely his, though, than when you let him channel all those misplaced anxieties of his into fucking you so hard and so deep, you don’t think you’ll ever be able to forget the shape of his cock or the feel of his cum being constantly pumped back into you.
“r-rin!” your words come out slurred, and you have long since lost the ability to even think coherent thoughts. all you’re capable of saying, really, is just his name. even that proves to be a struggle as you feel rin’s grip on the back of your thighs tighten before he’s pushing your legs further up, your knees practically bumping against your shoulders, and now you know why he likes to fuck you ‘til you can’t even think — it makes you boneless, turns you pliant, makes you susceptible to whatever position rin wants to manhandle you into.
“fuck! feel so fuckin’ good, baby. you’re my good girl, aren’t you?” when rin really starts to fuck you, all his sentences come through clenched teeth and sound like hisses. his hair is in his face, tips of his hair almost obstructing his view of you: his pretty girl, all laid out and bare, your little pussy stuffed full of his cock and leaking with your juices and the amount of cum he’s dumped in you. he tsks at the sight, frowning as he watches some of his cum seep out of you.
“if you were really my good girl, you’d keep all my cum inside you instead of wasting it.” he’s mocking you; not out of malice, but your fucked out brain is too slow on the uptake, and you whine out, trying to apologize. he loves it when you get like this. “it’s okay, baby. it just means i have to fuck it all back in for you.”
each thrust brings him impossibly closer to you until you can’t figure out where you start and where he ends. his thrusts are slower than prior, but hitting you so deep that you can’t help but feel every inch of his cock he has to offer.
“i’m not gonna last much longer.” he presses a surprisingly chaste, sweet kiss against your sweat soaked forehead, pushing himself so far deep that he’s practically hitting your cervix. “fuck, baby, i think i’m gonna get you pregnant.”
rin’s baby. your baby. having a baby with rin. the thought excites you, so much so that he can feel you tighten against him at the thought, and it only makes him let out a loud, short laugh.
“you like that? you like the idea of having my baby?” all you can do is nod, letting out a whine as he gives you a few more shallow thrusts.
he’s cumming in you, with his cock pressed so deep inside you that you’re certain his cum is hitting right into your fucking womb. you savor the warm feeling, feeling lightheaded and satisfied and only dreaming of a vague future of you holding a baby that looks like the perfect mix of you and rin.
he’s panting softly from exertion, coming down from his high, and he kisses you again, this time on your soft lips. pressing his forehead against your own, you can feel his warm breath tickling your face as he speaks.
“we should start thinking of names.”
#rin itoshi x reader#rin x reader#blue lock#bllk rin#bllk x reader#smut#rin itoshi smut#bllk smut#lemon#one shot#drabble#itoshi x reader#rin itoshi x you#wttcsms thirst post night
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Birthday Traditions
Relationship: Eddie Munson x AFAB!Reader
Summary: It’s your birthday and Eddie celebrates you.
Note: My birthday was this week so Thais was inspired by that. this is my first time posting smut so-
Warnings: smut (MDNI), spanking, overuse of pet names, others??
Word Count: 1.7k
Warm. As you began to wake you took in your surroundings. The soft comforter encompassing you the cool breeze entering through the window across the room. Why were you so warm?
Then you felt his arm across your waist his breath tickling your cheek and soft circles being drawn on your hip by his fingers.
“Good morning sweetheart,” he whispered right in your ear
“Morning Eds” you yawned cuddling deeper into his hold.
“Happy birthday baby”
“Thank youuuu” you giggle turning to tuck your face into his chest. “Can we just stay here all day?”
“You know I would love nothing more,” Eddie signed before continuing “but you have got to get up and go to work.”
“That’s stupid,” you mumble back curling into him even more. Your bring your hands to his sides and start stroking his chest so slowly before planting soft kisses to his sternum.
“Oh none of that darling”
“What do you mean?” You respond feigning innocence between more kisses to his soft skin sucking it between your teeth. You smirk when you hear his breath catch. But before you can go back to your assault of his chest you are rolled onto your back with Eddie hovering above you, one hand pinning yours tightly above your head and the other softly caressing your cheek.
“You know what I mean, Love” he laughs as a pout forms on your face. “Oh come on, none of that” his lips meet your neck waiting for you to drop your attitude. But, you aren’t ready to lose. That is until he starts worrying the skin between his teeth, pulling back only to blow cool air on the spot he had marked. A small whisper escaped your mouth before you could stop it.
“There’s my good girl.” You blushed at his praise, “Now let’s get you up and dressed so you don’t get fired.” He moves off of the bed and offers you a hand up. “I’ll drive you in today, we can stop and get breakfast on our way if you hurry up.”
With a dramatic sigh you grab his hand and hoist yourself up. “Can you pick me up too?”
“Already planning on it baby”
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By the time your shift was over you were exhausted. Missing the days when a birthday meant you could abandon all responsibilities and just do what you want. As you made your way out you saw Eddie already parked out front, with the passenger door open and a large bouquet in his hand. You couldn’t help but skip over to him.
“There’s the birthday girl!” Eddie yells seeing you exit the building. It only makes you move toward him faster, searching for the comfort that you felt this morning. As soon as you reach him you are wrapped around him, ignoring the flowers in favor of his touch. “Long day baby?”
You simply nodded into his chest.
“I’m sorry, baby” he said as his free hand went up to stroke your hair.
“Missed you” you mumbled into his shirt before tentatively stepping back.
“I missed you too,” he said looking into your eyes. “I always miss you when you’re not around.”
The blush that tainted you cheeks was intense. You could no longer keep his gaze, looking instead at the gorgeous bouquet he got you.
“Are these for me?”
“Of course, pretty girl”
“Thank you Eds” you grabbed the flowers and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Now it was his turn to blush.
“Anything for you. Now let’s get you home so we can really celebrate.” He responded, offering you a sand as you climbed into the passenger seat.
The drive back was quiet but you were thankful for that. You enjoyed every second as Eddie drove with his hand on your thigh.
As you entered your shared apartment you were overwhelmed with the decorations that Eddie had covered the space in. There was no discernible theme or color palette just an explosion of silver ‘Happy Birthday’ balloons, a rainbow tablecloth, and pink, red, green, and blue streamers hanging haphazardly across the ceiling. It was perfect.
“Happy Birthday my love,” Eddie stepped in front of you and his brows furrowed. He held your face in his hands as he swiped away a tear you hadn’t realized had fallen. “Hey, are you okay?”
“More than,” you smiles at him “I am so in love with you” you brought your lips to his in a tender kiss.
“Well thank god,” He said “because I am also in love with you.” Before his lips were on yours again.
You were obsessed with the feeling of him soft yet strong, you opened your lips to allow him entrance. His tongue danced with yours teasing you with quick nips of your lip before diving in for another taste.
“I will never get enough of you,” he sighed as you took a breath. Resting his forehead against yours, “but I have a couple of surprises still, so I need you to make your way to the bedroom while I get these flowers in water” he said turning to look at the long forgotten bouquet on the kitchen counter.
“I can put them in a vase Eds,” you said l always quick to try and please him.
“No no no you won’t” he quickly retorted. “I got you a gift not a chore. Now you get yourself comfy. I’ll be there soon.”
Reluctantly you left Eddie and made your way into the bedroom. Sitting in the center of the bed was a silky night gown and matching panties. You wiped off the little makeup you had applied for work and got into the garments before perching yourself on the end of the bed. You toyed with the lacy trim of the gown as you waited for Eddie to join you.
“God, even more beautiful than I could have imagined,” was the first thing you heard as Eddie entered the room. He loved watching you flush with the praise.
“Thank you Eddie,” your eyes still downturned to keep from blushing even more. But Eddie read right through you, placing a hand under your chin turning your head to look up at him.
“I know you had a long day so I’m gonna help you. I’m gonna make you feel good.” His lent down to place one soft kiss on your lips. Warmth flooded your cunt at the simple act. “I’m sure you know the tradition of birthday spankings, right Princess?”
“Yes, sir”
“Very good,” He sat next to you on the bed “so I need you to be a good girl and bend over my knee here.” You nodded silently, already fading into the floaty submissive head space that you love so much, and moved to settle yourself on his knee.
“Such a good girl for me,” his praise flows like water today, making sure you feel celebrated. His hand rubs circles on the fat of you ass until you are fully pliant in his lap. Your eyes start to flutter as you relax into the comfort that is Eddie.
The sharp sting on your left cheek had you jolting against his jeans. You had nearly forgot why you were here.
“That’s one” Eddie said moving to soothe the spot he just struck before landing another strike to your opposite cheek, “and two, you are being such a good girl for me aren’t you baby?” You simply nodded in response before he struck you again.
Soft whimpers started to leave your lips as he approached double digits. “Oh my good girl, you are so perfect. He took a break from his assault and let his fingers trail to the wetness staining the silk between your legs. “Feeling good baby?” You were far beyond words all of your senses were filled with Eddie. “Nice and wet all for me, isn’t that right Princess?” Moans were now falling constantly from your lips. Eddie’s fingers knew how to play your body as well as he played his guitar. Your brain grew foggier and foggier falling into the pleasure he was giving you.
The sharp smack on your wet cunt made you yelp, “Daddy!” The first tears broke your waterline and streamed down your cheeks.
“Oh sweetheart we aren’t done yet,” he chuckled before continuing his assault on your ass. “Did you loose count baby? Brain go nice and dumb for me,” each sentence punctuated with a hard smack and a swipe of his fingers through your wet folds. You nodded back to him completely unaware of what number you were at or how long you had been here.
Finally he slowed down, a new pattern developing of a quick smack followed by a slow drag of his fingers through your folds, circling your clit and withdrawing for another smack muttering praises to you the whole time. With a final harsh hit he spoke up.
“All done baby. Such a special girl. You are so perfect for me. I am so proud of you my perfect angel.” He soothes your red and bruised behind, “Did you have fun princess?” He asked moving his finger back to the wetness between your thighs. “Looks like you did, is that right?”
“Thank you daddy,” your voice brokers and weak. His longest finger plunged into your cunt with ease, “Feels so good.”
“You are welcome, princess” Eddie smiled down at you. “What do you want now, birthday girl?”
“Please, Eds”
“Gotta use your words baby, I’ll give you the world you just have to tell me” his smile sweet but condescending.
“Please fuck me,” words rushing from your lips as you sat up and looked into his eyes with your glossy ones, “I wanna cum so bad. I wanna cum so bad it hurts, please daddy, please make me cum”
“Shhh shh baby it’s okay I’ve got you” he chuckled, grabbing the hem of your new silk gown and lifting it over your head. You whimpered feeling him pull the now dark wet fabric of your panties off. He shamelessly brought the garment to his nose. “Sweeter than honey, baby” his words only drenching you further.
“Please Eds,”
“Okay baby, okay I hear you,” Eddie moved you to the center of your shared bed looking down at you with his pupils blown. “Now let me take care of you, birthday girl”
#eddie x reader#eddie munson x you#daddy!eddie munson#eddie munson#eddie munson x y/n#eddie Munson smut#reader insert
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The Wolf and the Hare
Wow, first fic in 20 years and I really hope you like it! <3 Because it may turn into a series xD
Summary: Sometimes, Alexei is quiet.
A/N: IN THIS HOUSE WE LOVE BIG, STRONG, BURLY MEN CAPABLE OF IMMENSE VIOLENCE SHOWING SOFTNESS. So, yeah. Also: I LOVE Nu Pogodi <3 If you like, feel free to leave me asks and messages.
Pairing: Alexei x afab!Reader (I really tried to make it gender neutral, but I don't really think I achieved it, sadly)
CW: Immobilization, smothering, HUGS, sex. Minors, please go away <3
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You knew Alexei had spent some time in prison, but nothing had prepared you for how touch-starved he was. He always had a hand on your skin, holding your hand, touching your shoulder, resting his big hand on your knee whenever he was with you (it wasn't that often, sadly).
You got used to his warmth, to his loud and obnoxious presence.
But sometimes, he laid in bed quietly, resting his head on your chest, hugging you as a pillow, pressing his face against your skin as you played with his hair and traced the tattoos on his shoulders with your fingertips.
Today was one of these days.
Alexei sighed softly under your attention, pressing his whole face against your skin. You could feel his warm breath slowly tickling you, his hands sliding and squeezing your flesh. He was so big it seemed he was everywhere. You raised a leg, wrapping it around his midsection.
“Zayats…” He hummed, muffled by your skin. “This feels so good I forget who I am. You're so warm, so soft. So beautiful.” His hand moved to pet your leg, gently sliding up your thigh and squeezing your ass.
You liked the nickname. Hare. It came from an old soviet cartoon; you even watched the episodes together on YouTube, laughter shaking his body as the Hare foiled every single Wolf's plan to capture it.
The nickname talked more about how he saw himself than how he saw you; if you're the Hare, he's the Wolf. The Hare was intelligent, sweet, a positive, gentle hero (or heroine, no one was really sure). The Wolf…. The Wolf was a hooligan. Unruly, eagerly turning to vandalism, breaking laws, and violence, he strutted on the streets, cigarette dangling from his snout. Despite his talents and best efforts, the Wolf failed to catch (and eat) the Hare, ending every episode with a threatening howl. ‘Well, just you wait!’ the character screamed.
The first time you watched the cartoon, he gently touched your laptop's screen over the Wolf, telling you he used to wear bell bottoms and smoke a long, long time ago.
You didn't have the heart to tell him you thought the Wolf was adorable, with his long hair and protruding belly. Capable of immense, glorious feats, he allowed himself to wallow in his basic desires, just like Alexei.
“What are you thinking?” You heard him ask and looked down to find his blue eyes directed at you, his chin still touching your chest.
“Volk,” you said softly, playing with his long hair, then scratching his beard. He chuckled low, his body shaking softly. “I want to see you dressed like a sailor, just like the Wolf. Some day.”
Alexei laughed, muffling his laughter on your skin, creating a trail of kisses as he moved to change positions. You thought he would turn over, pull you over him and crush you against his chest, as he often did, but he buried his face in your neck, kissing, licking, and nipping. His fingers played with your nipple gently.
“Well, Zayats, just you wait.” He growled into your ear; it made you shiver, eyes fluttering close. He moved, parting your legs and positioning himself between them, taking a brief moment to ensure you were wet enough to receive him.
Alexei would usually take sometime to prepare you, but when he looked up, into your eyes, you could see his need. He couldn't wait. You didn’t feel you could wait either.
But he was gentle, teasing you with the tip of his cock, before pressing into you. It felt like he would split you in half for a brief moment. He kissed you, gently rocking against your body until his cock completely entered you.
Alexei looked into your eyes as he waited for you to be more comfortable, while petting your hair. You sighed, and he placed some of the weight of his body over you, smothering you in a hug.
He moved slowly, alternating between kissing you and looking you into your eyes. It was if the world had melted, and only you two existed. You wanted him to move faster, but you couldn’t move, you couldn’t spur Alexei, so you whined, looking at him with big, pleading eyes.
“Now, now…” He shushed you softly, nuzzling your cheek. One of his hands moved against your hair, the other held your hips in place. “Patience, my little Hare.”
Alexei looked at you with the most adoring expression; he didn’t change the rhythm, just waited patiently until the sensation mounted and you started moaning, bucking against him. He just kept watching your face, eyebrows raised in expectation, waiting for the dam of your orgasm to break. You gasped, as if all the air came out of your lungs at once.
It didn’t take much after that. You came, immobilized under his body, grabbing his arms and shoulders, your nails on his skin. Alexei came just from watching you unravel, then moved to lay on his back, pulling you half on top of him.
You kissed his chest, now your turn to look up adoringly.
“You’re better than the Wolf in the cartoon, Alexei.” You whispered, as you kissed his chest gently.
“Hm? How so?” He looked down, placing a hand behind his head.
“You caught your Hare.”
“Damn right.” His laughter echoed through your apartment, and everything went back to normal.
#alexei shostakov x reader#alexei shostakov#red guardian#red guardian x reader#black widow#david harbour#alexei shostakov smut
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patience.
pairings: gojo x gn!reader
warnings: smut, gojo being a tease as always, sensory deprivation: blindfolds & reader is tied up, ice play, impact play (he slaps your face like once..), dumbification
word count: 749
a/n: wrote this march last year. but hope u enjoy this as much as i did >_<
you flinch when you feel wetness just above your navel; you’ve been laying there for what felt like an hour, anticipating what his next move was gonna be.
your whole body shivers as his tongue slowly runs across your abdomen, only stopping to press occasional kisses on your stomach and collar bones. he pauses at the base of your neck, softly nibbling your skin. you let out a gasp as he suctions his lips on your sweet spot, lightly sucking.
he laughs at your whine when he removes himself from your body, pulling at the restraints on your wrists to reach out for him.
“patience, darling.”
his sultry tone makes your cheeks flush. you pull on the restraints again, trying to hide your embarrassed face.
you look down at your thumbs when he laughed at your stuttering. “baby, if you don’t tell me what it is you want, i can’t do it for you.”
satoru’s hand slides up your thigh comfortingly. “do you want to write it down for me?” when you nod slowly, he hands you his phone, opening the notes app.
your hands slightly shake as you tap the letters quickly, turning your head and covering your face as you push the phone into his hands. you regret turning back to see his reaction, his eyes wide. he quickly hides his shocked expression with a soft laugh.
satoru genuinely was shocked at what you wrote. not because of what it was, but because of the vulgar words you hardly used.
‘i want you to tie me up and blindfold me, make me beg for your touch and words. i want you to make me your dumb little baby who’s only meant to be your personal toy.’
you frown when he’s silent, and you’re about to start apologizing and tell him to forget it when he softly grabs your face and forces you to look at him. “i want to do whatever my ‘dumb little baby’ wants.”
you can hear him breathing, walking around you. you can hear even his smallest movements, as your other senses are heightened from the lack of vision. “please,” you whimper out, squirming around from the cold air.
he stops in his place when he hears your pitiful voice, wanting to laugh at your desperation.
you still as you feel the bed dip beside you. goosebumps run over your body when you feel his lips tickle your ear. “hm, what to do with you...” he says softly, running his fingers around your neck.
you cry out when something cold presses against your left nipple. you decide it must be ice when it quickly starts to melt against your warm skin. satoru presses down harshly, circling the hardening bud. you’re so focused on the coldness of the ice you don’t even notice him moving his head. your chest rises when his teeth graze your other nipple, letting out a shaky breathe when he lightly bites down.
you almost tear up, the affection overwhelming as he kept his touch from you all day, wanting you to be extra sensitive for his plans for tonight. he almost felt bad as you didnt’t know about his plans, just worried that you did something to make him distant. your eyes lit up when he sat you down, his knee resting next to your thigh on the bed as he stood above you. you immediately melted into his touch, nuzzling your face in his palm as he gripped your jaw. he softly pet your head, staring down at you lovingly knowing you would be so excited for what he was about to do.
he suddenly removes himself from you again, making you kick your leg and let out a frustrated groan. “ ’toru, please!”
gojo grins, cooing quietly with feigned sympathy. “need you so bad, ‘toru,” you pout, jutting your bottom lip.
he pets your head again, your lashes fluttering before you feel a sting residing on your cheek. “i thought i told you to be patient,” he hushes. satoru lightly pats where he originally struck your pretty face. “if you don’t listen, i can’t give you what you want.” his voice is soft as you sulk, embarrassment taking over you.
his thumb hangs on your pouty lip, slowly pushing it between your luscious lips and into your soft mouth. you instinctively suck on it, earning a satisfied grunt from satoru as he pushes it in further.
“you’re gonna be my dumb little baby, right? just like you asked?
© h4sanz 2023
#jujutsu kaisen#gojo#gojo smut#gojo satoru#jjk#jjk smut#i need him so fucking bad u can’t even understand#h4sanz writes ……✎
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I’ll take your word on it.
@bastart13 I recall an ask you answered recently where you discussed how ticklish your OCs are and you mentioned that Tashi is ticklish and that tickling him comes with risks. Does Laurel choose death or not when it comes to tickling him?
I’ve spent the last month trying to write something between grad school things (there is so many grad school things)
Please enjoy this thing I wrote with Laurel and Tashi
"Be out in a moment!"
Tashi heard the bell to his shop jingle as he pulled a few bolts of fabric into his lap
"Tashi? Where you at?"
Laurel's head peeked around the corner and she smiled brightly at him.
"Hey handsome...you need a hand?"
She leaned down observing the fabrics in his lap, making a mock face in disgust
"Oh wow who thought these colors would work? Thank goodness I’m here with my excellent taste"
Tashi turned his nose up at her "Sure are mouthy for someone who regularly models what I make, maybe I should find a new model?"
Laurel pouted "Hey now don't be hasty!"
Tashi chuckled lightly "Well if you're going to be helpful now you mind grabbing that brown basket?"
Laurel reached up to grab the basket, squeaking when Tashi pat her butt gently as he rolled past.
She followed him out setting the basket down on his cutting table, leaning over when Ann's head poked out from her spot under a pile of discarded fabrics.
She padded over to Laurel, trodding over her boots.
"Oh Tashi look! She's so close! Do you think she'd let me pet her?!"
Tashi looked up from the pattern he was tracing "Perhaps....her treats are over there..don't pout too bad if she doesn't let you.....she's just a little shy."
Laurel waved him off "Yeah yeah.....she's gonna love me soon I just know it."
Tashi watched her from the corner of his eye. She'd tried for the last few months to get on Ann's good side, but she had been a little distant.
Laurel opened her palm, sitting quietly as Ann approached her. She nosed about the treats in her hand before she stuck her tongue out.
She stifled a giggle and Tashi grinned "Ticklish?"
Laurel laughed again "Maybe...."
She sat in silence before Ann tentatively crawled into her lap, attempting to find more snacks.
"Ah! She's here!"
At that Ann scurried off Laurel's lap.
"Shoot......I got too excited again...."
Tashi laughed, pinning a pattern to the fabric spread over his table "You are quite excitable, she's not used to it, this is a calming space "
Laurel rolled her eyes, looking over the shop, in random corners Tashi's organization fell to the wayside.
After a few more minutes of trying to coax the little pangolin out she finally relented.
"You never answered my question....are you ticklish?"
Laurel leaned against the wall behind him, watching his shoulders lift and bend as he cut around the fabric.
"Why do you want to know.....are you "
"Of course I'm not...."
She caught the slightest lift in his intonation and she raised a brow. "Well....I am....in the right circumstance...and I think you're a liar..."
Tashi paused for just a second too long before continuing to cut out the fabric. Laurel came to stand next to him, watching as he carefully cut.
Tashi felt her eyes on him and he pointedly ignored her, trying to ignore the heat that he felt on his neck.
"Tashi...."
A shiver ran down his spine at her voice, a soft whisper, it was the tone she used to get under his skin.
She leaned over into his periphery and he stopped cutting the fabric. She grinned "You are ticklish .. and you hate being tickled."
Tashi snorted softly "Perhaps, if you want to find out do so at your own risk."
Laurel laughed, giving his bicep a gentle squeeze "While I have a list of things for your arms and hands to do to me....punching me is not on that list...I'll just take your word on it."
With that she leaned in closer, breath warm on his cheek "I'll let you get back to work......can I see you later...?"
Tashi turned his head slightly, one hand reaching up to stroke her cheek "I don't know....I'm very busy...but I think I can squeeze you in for dinner....."
Laurel rolled her eyes "Lucky me..." With that she leaned in, removing the space between them. Her hand came to rest on his throat and she grinned when she felt him squeeze her arm. Reluctantly they pulled away and Laurel grinned "See ya later....."
With that she made her way to the door, waving as the bell jingled at her departure. Tashi sighed slightly before returning to his work, there was a lot to get done before she came back.
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cold (m.)
request. soft nsfw scenario with gojo and his s/o on winter ♡
cw. cockwarming, sleepy sex, dom! gojo, “kitten” as a pet name, overstimulation, creampie, slight nipple play, explicit smut
note. sorry for the late request completion, but here it is, thank you for requesting on my milestone event! i’m not sure if this was “soft” enough since i got carried away, but i hope you like it!
Flakes of snow crumpled outside, heaps of stark white outlining the pavement and frosting the green leaves that had now been concealed from view. From outside, you could see the neighbors’ dogs happily chasing one another, their paws sinking from the cold. Smiling to yourself, you buried deeper in the covers and into your main source of heat, who was still snoring softly as he enjoyed his rare day off’s from work.
Twisting to your side, you cupped Satoru’s face, feeling warmth blossom from your chest and onto your palms. He looked so pretty like this – crystal hair and lashes relaxed, dusting just above his eyelids and his glossy lips still moisturized even from the biting cold.
You ran a thumb to his lips, thinking how unfair it was that he looked so ethereal even when asleep.
It was a nice sight to see your boyfriend out from his teacher’s uniform, clad in black sweatpants and an equally dark sweatshirt that now hung low to expose his defined collarbones. Tempting, he was, especially since his arm was lazily draped over the curves of your hips, large, rough hands cupping your ass even if he’s in dreamland. You wondered what he’s thinking about – you, perhaps? hopefully. It would be a shame if he had something else in mind, and in a sudden wave of jealousy, you snuggled closer to him, your head buried in his chest.
From above you, Satoru stirred. His movements were miniscule, unsure, and still sleepy for the first few seconds, until his wandering hands grazed over your skimpy shorts (mostly as an excuse to absorb his warmth skin-to-skin) and onto the plump flesh of your ass.
“Morning,” he croaked out, voice still heavily laced with sleep. “What’re you doing there, kitten?”
“Nothing,” you shook your head and pecked him on the lips, taking the man by surprise, though he didn’t pull away. Both of you enjoyed each other’s presence in the moment – with him smiling sleepily at you, his fingers tracing patterns on your legs that are mingled with his, and with you grinning up at him like you were the happiest person in the world. And well, you were. “Baby,” you started, using your most docile tone that you knew always had him weak, accompanied with wide eyes and a puppy pout. “I don’t want to leave bed but we need to eat soon. We’ve been sleeping for like, half a day already.”
Satoru’s cerulean eyes gleamed with mischief. “I think we’ve been doing more than just sleeping and that’s why we can’t leave the bed. You see, my little kitten has unfortunately bound me to the bed with her deceiving nature as a temptress.”
“Stop!” you whacked his chest playfully, your cheeks only burning further with heat the louder he laughed at you.
It was true – the laziness and comfort the cold brought, along with the need to just be impossible close to each other made getting out of bed seem such like a daunting task. If that wasn’t enough, he’d also taken you in different ways, keeping up to his word that he would fuck you on every corner of the house if that was what need be. As a result, your legs ached. Satoru took the liberty to carrying you pretty much everywhere, but it also came with the price that he’d pull your undies down just the next second, stuffing either his fingers or cock deep into your heated cunt.
Satoru effortlessly captured your wrist to stop you from your measly attacks, grabbing you until you were draped all over his body. With your weight on top of his, legs straddled on either sides of his waist, you regarded one another with so much sensations – of adoration, of lust, of need, of love.
Your boyfriend leaned upwards, pressing his forehead to yours until he was close enough to graze your nose against his. “I want you,” he breathed out hotly, his hands already on their way to squeeze your perked ass. “It’s too cold – warm me up?”
“Nasty little bugger,” you teased, but made quick work of shoving his pants down anyway.
Thanks to his teasing and your overall undeniable attraction for your boyfriend, your body felt like it was incessantly burning, but you had a duty to please him, otherwise he’d be whiny and bother you the rest of the day with his neediness. So with a roll of your eyes that was accomplished with faux annoyance, you slipped his cock out of his boxers – unsurprisingly, Satoru was already hard – and slipped him inside your mouth.
Satoru sighed, whispering finally under his breath as he relaxed back on the pillows. You let him stay there, cock hard and throbbing, but he didn’t seem to show any indication he wanted to fuck. After last night’s activities where you accidentally scratched the leather couch open from when he took you from behind, ass cheeks sore and bruised from the roughness of his palm’s impact onto yours, he must be really tired, and your legs still trembled until now.
You settled on your side to make yourself comfortable. Eyes closed and breathing softly, your mouth was the only thing that kept his cock warm. He twitched every now and then, his soft, curled hairs tickling your cheek.
His fingers began to thread your hair for some light patting; silent appreciation for how sweet you were to him. A few minutes passed where the both of you stayed there, almost on the brink of falling back to sleep again from the laxness winter always came with, until Satoru groaned, pushing your head off away from his cock. Blinking up at him, your eyelashes fluttered against your cheeks in confusion.
Satoru didn’t speak.
He simply pulled you towards him, but twisted your body before you could kiss him. His actions made you huff in disappointment, and your boyfriend chuckling under his breath did nothing to alleviate your protests that you warmed his cock up for him but wouldn’t even let you kiss him.
“Hmm, I just want things to be fair for us,” he hummed against your neck, fingers splayed out over your belly. Satoru’s hands were cold from under his oversized shirt that you wore, and you tried to push him away, though the guy was too stubborn to let go. In your irritation to make yourself comfortable, you failed to register that he was already tugging your shorts aside, groaning deep when the tip of his cock slid over your wet, pussy lips. “Fuck, kitten, no panties? You were really that bare around me the whole night? I bet you’re not wearing a bra too.”
“Why don’t you find out for yourself?”
Easy to taunt as usual, his cold fingers trailed up from your stomach and onto your erect nipples, which he rolled playfully between his digits. Gasping from the stark contrast of your warm skin on his chilled ones, you ended up falling back on his arm under your head, shivering and clenching your jaw the longer he toyed with them.
His chest reverberated against your back from his laughter. You hated how sexy he sounded even when he wasn’t remotely trying to be tempting.
“You’re so cold.”
“Push me away then,” he smirked onto your hair, leaving little butterfly kisses over your cheeks that he could reach. Scoffing in protest, you cuddled closer to his arm and pushed your ass back to his erection to shut him up. “Oh,” he chuckled, “Did I make my kitten mad?”
“Shut up and put it inside me.”
“Your wish is my command, kitten.”
Your eyes shut tight as he slipped himself inside you, his long cock stretching you so good. Each inch of his cock slid in wonderfully, your walls accommodating and hugging him like he was meant to stay there and only there. The both of you released contented sighs now that he was seated deep inside you, his pelvis flat on the curve of your ass. His hands remained cupping your breasts as he mumbled sweet nothings into the crook of your neck, his body finally warm and your positions comfortable.
You would’ve happily fallen asleep like this – your head on his arm, his body locked around yours so tightly that you felt safe and protected, the curtain of his affection like a midnight lullaby to soothe you into slipping.
Then he started moving.
It started slow at first; slow, experimental thrusts that felt more like he was just wiggling to make himself comfortable. You chided at him for it, but the idiot only chuckled, complaining that you were ‘too tight and suffocating him.’ After telling him he could pull out and be deprived of your heat, he immediately shut up and only hugged you tighter, playfully sinking down his teeth over your neck to snarl, “Never. This little kitty is mine.”
You knew he was teasing you. It was evident from the way he slid in and out in an excruciatingly slow manner, as if trying to see if he could pull out those soft moans from your pretty lips that were wrapped around his cock that was now inside you just seconds ago.
Of course you wanted to moan. Of course you wanted to bask in this pleasure; his dick throbbing inside you, your walls clenching around him that granted you sharp intakes of breath from your rather unbothered boyfriend – but you just didn’t want to. Sure, maybe you were being bratty, but didn’t he love it? Besides, it only urged him to be a little rougher with you, a little meaner, to move a little faster and fuck you a little harder. It didn’t really take much to be reduced into the lovely kitten that mewled and clawed at his wrists.
This was something Satoru knew very well, and it really wasn’t beyond your boyfriend to push you over the edge.
Even with your back turned to him, you could feel his devious smirk hot on your skin, his nimble fingers slipping down to play with your clit. Now that elicited a whimper from you, and his snickers did nothing to alleviate the torturous pleasure he fucked you with.
Satoru kept flicking his fingers side to side until your clit throbbed between his fingers, the little bundle of nerves red and swollen just for his taking. Just as you were losing mind, he pushed your hair away from your neck and dipped his tongue into the shell of your ear, where his masculine groans and restrained pants harmonized beautifully with the little please’s you kept chanting over and over again. His cock was also relentless as he fucked into you, his hips godly into thrusting right at your sweet spot that had you viewing your room white like the snow that padded outside.
“Hnggr – T’Toru, too much—” you gripped at his wrist in an attempt to slow him down a little. He felt too good and too hot; at this pace, you couldn’t guarantee you could prolong your orgasm a little more, and you didn’t want to cum too early. “Baby, I—”
“You’ll take it,” he insisted, the grip he now had on your hips close to bruising. However, there was still that fact that you were his precious kitten that lingered at the back of his mind that prevented him from going too rough to you. The last thing he wanted was to break you, especially when he planned on fucking you until your pussy took in the shape of his cock and he’d fucked you too stupid that you remembered nothing else but his name. “You’re a good kitten, aren’t you? You can take it. Hold on a little longer for me.”
Your moans only turned to spur him on. You lay there limp like a ragdoll as he used you as he pleased, his hips snapping deep into yours until your mouth had fallen open, too shocked and drunken in pleasure to form a coherent thought.
“Feels so good,” your walls tightened around him, fingers laced around his veiny wrist that was still very much planted between your legs.
Satoru ignored the feverish manner of you rubbing your legs together, attacking you and ravishing you however he desired simply because why not. He was everywhere on you – his cock stretching you out and reaching places not even your toys could ever wander, his fingers rubbing and rolling your clit, his tongue and teeth leaving marks on the abused patch of skin on your neck and shoulders the longer he marked his territory with his scent on his signature. Not that he needed to since you would forever be his, but he didn’t want to take the chance.
“Fuck, kitten, so fucking tight for me,” he praised before his other hand gripped your boob, the pleasure too burning and overwhelming that you tipped your head back, knocking back on his chest where his heartbeat jumped and skipped even from underneath his shirt. “Oh, you always make me feel so good, always warming me up, huh?”
“Yes, yes, fuck, now please, I wanna cum,” you whined desperately, catching his lips at the same time his pace increased and made your body tremble. “Satoru,” you cried in between the kiss, hoping that he’d listen to your please this time. “Baby, too much, p-please?”
“Cum for me,” Satoru encouraged, rolling his hips in time with you meeting his cock thrust by thrust. He held onto your boob like it was his lifeline, everything he was doing igniting fireworks to explode within you. With one final, teasing pinch to your engorged clit, Satoru pushed you to the edge and you came around him, hard. The aftershocks of your orgasm were ridden out the longer he fucked himself deep into you, withering down fucked-out mumblings of please, it’s too much left unheard by his ears. Your walls clamped down around his cock the longer he stimulated you, and you were crying around him from the sensations bursting within you, the tears dripping down to his shirt.
Finally, his thrusts grew sloppy – a sign he was close. Satoru stilled his hips inside you, buried to the hilt and his skin flushed hot next to yours before you felt him spill his seed right into your warmth.
The feeling of both your cum dripping out your pussy lips were halted when Satoru pulled one last thrust, shushing you with a kiss when you moaned brokenly from the movement. You panted in his arm afterwards, holding onto his bicep and the sheets for dear life. He refused to pull out as he gathered you into his chest, kissing your tear-stained cheeks and wet lashes with a tenderness so alien to his dominance in bed.
“Shhh, shhh, you’re alright, I got you, kitten,” he soothed, brushing your hair away from your damp skin.
The heat on your bodies were immediately replaced by the biting cold, and you kissed him back once you were settled, sighing into the sweetness of his mouth and everything that was Satoru.
“’Em tired,” you eventually mumbled, too exhausted to bother cleaning up the mess he’d left between your legs.
You were thankful that he hadn’t pulled out yet, otherwise his load would drip further down your thighs and make a mess on the sheets – something you didn’t want to be bothered with.
As if sensing that you needed to be pampered now more than ever, your boyfriend nodded behind you, wiggling his lips one last time to make himself comfortable inside you. His warmth was comforting and more than welcomed, so much so that you momentarily forget his cum was still inside you. Satoru didn’t stop in caressing your skin, rolling the knots of your shoulders until you were growing sleepy before him, legs and bodies in a tangled mess similar brought about by the winter’s result to crave heat. And in the presence of your boyfriend, you were once falling back to into dreamland, but not before Satoru left one last reminder.
“Rest as much as you need, kitten,” Satoru whispered into the hollow of your ear, his tongue poking out to slowly coax you into the blissful lull of slumber. “You’re gonna need it for when I keep fucking you until winter passes.”
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Mine
Pairing: Female POV x Alfie Solomons
Warnings: This is just smut, y'all. Plus some choking + tiny fluff.
Word count: 766
A/N: First time writing for Alfie (he was the one who kinda snuck in while writing) so, I hope it works! Enjoy!
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… He’s the kind of big guy who’d give me the perfect hug, that I’ll just become swallowed in his arms, you know? I’m not short enough to have him rest his head on mine, but I could rest mine on his shoulder and slightly down on his chest and it’ll be almost the same and he’d hug me so tight and I’d feel so warm and loved, you know?
And he’s the type who’d praise me and tell me that I’m great, that I’m awesome however much I’ll undoubtedly be weeping, making his shirt all wet and black with mascara and he’d pet my hair and rub my back and remind me that in his eyes, in his world, I’m a goddess … and I’d get all awkward and touched and weird and he’d say something funny too, I think, and make me laugh in the middle of my sobbing and that’s when he’d pull me out of the embrace and he’d kiss me and I’d finally feel how plush and soft his lips are. And I don’t know, will they be too soft? How will his tongue be? I hope it will be perfect. Neither too pointy and hard nor too soft and fat, you know? The man’s in the culinary industry so I assume he knows what a well balanced piece of meat is, whichever muscle it may be and however it’s served, right?
And that’d be the day where I hope I’ll be wearing a skirt or dress of sorts so he can haul me up in those strong arms, push my back against a wall and hold me there with my legs around his waist and our lips together again and we’d kiss until my panties are drenched and I’d start dry humping him until he unzips his pants and pushes my panties to the side and –oh God I hope he has a thick cock– I want him to push to get it in, despite how wet and welcoming I’d be. And I’d be a horny and sobbing mess and I’d want him so bad and he’d want me too, he’d want me to be his Goddess and he’d want me to almost take control – almost because he’d be fucking me with all the might he can muster and he’d want me to run my nails into the flesh of his back, gripping him as he fucks me and he’d want me to grip him by the neck too, choke him a little, tease him with some breath play and he’d moan so freaking much and he’d almost cum just then and I’d let go and just stroke his throat with my nails so softly and gently, as gently as I can as he continues to screw me into the wall, making my spine almost punch through my skin from all the vigorous rubbing but I wouldn’t care, I’d just want more and more and more. More.
And we’d both be filthy and sweaty and so freaking hot and heaving and he’d lay me down on the couch and pull my legs over his shoulders and he’d fuck me still, fuck me until I see stars and I’d run my nails down his chest and up again, reaching for his throat and I’d squeeze, I’d squeeze in some sort of rhythm and I’d squeeze one of my breasts with my free hand and his hands would be digging into the flesh of my hips as he hammers his thick dick into me, so deep, so goddamn deep. I’d have taken a break with the choking at some point and I’d pull him down to kiss me, I’d pull him by his beard and when I have him down, that’s when I’d start squeezing him around his throat again and this time… this time he’d be the one who sees stars. And he’d be staggering, his dick twitching so fucking deep in my belly, fingers of one of my hands clutching at his throat and dragging the nails on my other hand down his chest. I’d almost say, “Cum for me, bitch”, I’d hold off that last word, but I’d still tell him to… I’d draw every last drop out of him with my cunt and my hand on his throat and once he’s done and ready he’d collapse between my legs, down onto his knees, his head on my belly and arms on each side of me and I’d laugh quietly, stroking his scarred cheek and beard so gently as he rests there, heaving and beautiful and sweaty and mine.
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