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teamatsumu · 8 months

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kinktober 2023 -> day 11

strangers - iwaizumi hajime x reader

word count: 1,578

warnings: swearing, regular smut warnings, squirting, oral (m!receiving), iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer can make a girl lose her sanity and that’s canon in my head

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“Who’s this for?”

You eyed the murky golden liquid in the glass the bartender had just set down in front of you before looking up at him in question. The bartender jerked his head to the side in response.

“He says it’s on him.”

You followed his gaze over to the other side of the circular bar, eyes meeting with the man sitting there, alone like you were, staring directly back at you as if waiting for you to see him.

Your breath hitched. Oh, he was gorgeous.

The red lights in the club bounced off his frame, highlighting the built muscles stretching under his t-shirt. Half his face was in shadow, yet you could make out the strong jut of his jaw, the pierce of his stare, closely cropped spiky hair. He lifted a glass up to his lips, one that you followed eagerly with your eyes, and took a small sip. You gulped.

It took half an hour for him to slam your front door behind the two of you, pushing you into the wall with his frame before his lips met yours in a fiery kiss. You gasped and moaned into his mouth, tugging at his shirt like it was offending you, wanting nothing more than to rip it off and run your hands all over his body, feel how his muscles shifted and moved as he did unspeakable things to you-

“Fuck.” He groaned into your neck, teeth sinking into your skin as his hands slid under your skirt and grabbed handfuls of your ass so you would arch into him. You whined at the sting of his bite, feeling your core clench around nothing.

“T-take this off.” You whimpered until he pulled back, tugging his shirt off his to reveal beautiful expanse of bronzed skin. You wasted no time in running your fingers up his arms, the flex of his biceps, his shoulders, tense and ready. His abs clenched as you brushed over them, and you felt your mouth water when you touched the v-line that led to his pants.

“Wanna suck your cock.” You whispered, looking up at his face again. His eyebrows shot up in shock before a smirk tugged up the corner of his lips.

“And here I was, thinking you were one of the shy ones.” His voice was so husky that you moaned. He reached a hand up to tangle in your hair, pushing down on your head.

“C’mon then, sweetheart. Get on your knees.”

You nearly came.

You lowered yourself down, trembling hands undoing the button on his jeans, eyes never leaving the bulge that was struggling to get out from the confines of his clothes. Your eyes widened as you stared at his dick, long and thick and flushed in a furious maroon color. You could feel his smirk as he stared down at you, but your eyes never left his crotch. You licked your lips, unable to wait a second longer.

His groan was heavenly when you took him into your mouth, as far as he would go, too impatient to work him in properly. You didn’t take the time to slowly relax your throat around him. You were in no mood to go slow. You wanted to choke on him and have him fuck your face hard and rough until your mind was too foggy to register anything around you.

Why else would you hook up with a complete stranger?

“Jesus fuck.” The man swore, hand tightening in your hair and groaning loud when he hit the back of your throat, making you gag a bit as your eyes watered. You struggled to breathe through your nose, pushing forward again and moaning long and loud, nose brushing against the skin of his pelvis. A sharp tug immediately pulled you off his cock, making you gasp and whine at the loss. One more tug and you were stumbling onto your feet. You met his eyes then, breath hitching at how dilated his pupils were, at how his lids had fallen to half open, looking at you hungrily.

“You’re too good at that, princess.” He groaned, stepping forward so your body was once again pressed to the wall behind you. “But I wanna cum with my cock deep in your pussy instead.”

You moaned and flushed at his statement. The foul language coming from him was turning you on immensely, the thought of some unknown man stripping you of your clothes and talking about how your pussy would feel around his cock made you clench hard, feeling wetness run down your thighs. He hooked a hand behind your knee, pulling your leg up so you were spread for him, the other hand reaching up to run through your folds, making you whine and jerk up at the contact.

‘You’re soaked, baby.” He cooed, breath hot on your neck. The tip of his finger prodded at your entrance, and you moved into his touch, making him chuckle.

“I- please,” your voice trembled. “Please.”

He wrapped the leg he was holding around his waist, supporting your weight and lifting the other leg around him too, pressing you into the wall. His cock brushed your slit, head breaching your hole and making you arch into him.

“The name’s Hajime.” He whispered against the shell of your ear. “Scream it, princess.”

With that, he slammed his cock into you.

You screamed and arched, breath knocked out of you when he wasted no time in picking up the speed, cock pounding into you over and over with no signs of stopping. Your hands shot up, trying to find purchase over the wide expanse of his sweaty back, nails digging into his skin. You cried and gasped, arching into the amazing feeling as his cock tore through you, hitting spots you didn’t even know you had, tingling nerves that had never been touched before, his skin sliding against your own and his breath hot on your neck.

“H-Hajime!” You weeped, one hand reaching up to clutch at his hair, unable to breathe properly when the head of his cock brushed against your sweet spot. You jerked and wailed at the feeling. His lips curled up into a smirk against your neck.

“Found it.” He whispered, angling his hips so it would hit the same spot over and over again. Tears streamed down your face and you shrieked, struggling against his hold, which only tightened, locked you in place so he could pound into you, stimulating every fiber of your body until your head was spinning, until it was too much-

“I’m gonna cum.” You choked out, nails digging so hard into his back that they broke the skin. But you didn’t care, not when your core was clenching around him for dear life, not when he was hitting your spot so wonderfully. And not when you knew what was going to happen when you came. You could feel it. This build up was too familiar to ignore.

“Hajime, I’m- I’m gonna make a mess.” You whined, feeling fresh tears pour from your eyes. He lifted his head from your neck, eyes meeting your wet ones. His pupils were blown. Sweat dripped from his forehead and his hair was sticking out in all directions. His cheeks held the most beautiful maroon flush you had ever seen. You felt your core tighten at the sight.

He smirked as he looked at you, at how destroyed you were. “You’re gonna make a mess?” He grunted, speed picking up even more. You screamed again.

“Yes!” You arched your back, eyes squeezing shut. You felt no shame in that moment, despite how dirty it was. Oh, it was filthy, warning this stranger who had his cock inside you that he was fucking you so good you were about to squirt on him. It made your eyes roll back. And all it did was turn you on more.

“Fuck.” He choked out. “Do it, baby. C’mon. Wanna feel you gush all over my cock. C’mon princess, cum all over me.”

And that’s all it took. You wailed as your vision blacked out, every muscle in your body seizing as you felt wetness gather all over your crotch and his. Your lungs refused to expand with air, choking and gasping as your body jerked and tensed, mind turned to mush at the intensity of your orgasm. You barely registered Hajime groaning and stilling, emptying himself into you and digging his teeth into your neck as you went limp in his arms.

All was silent for a few minutes, both of you trying to catch your breaths. You blinked a few times, trying to clear your vision. When your eyes met his again, he gave you a lazy smile.

“Wow.” His voice was raspy and broken. You choked out a laugh.

“We didn’t even make it to your bedroom.” He continued, pulling out of you and moving to set you down. Your legs gave out when your feet hit the ground, making Hajime tense and hold on to you tighter. You stared at each other for a few seconds before he snorted.

“Alright, c’mon Bambi.” He lifted you up again, bridal style, walking further into your house. He stopped in the middle of the living room, staring at you sheepishly. You laughed.

“Bathroom is the first door on the left.” You grinned at him. He started walking, a softer smile on his face.

“You never told me your name, princess.”

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webslingingslasher · 8 months

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i wanna bite peter. no. i NEED to bite Peter.

his skin looks so yummy i crave it😁😁

it's been a long three days and you've missed your frat boy past the point of insanity.

mentally, you were scratching your arms and had a twitchy eye. physically, you were power walking to frat row. the second, and you mean the second, peter texted you and told you he was back from his weekend trip, you dropped everything to see him.

he wasn't even done unpacking when he heard your soft stomps up the stairs, he knows it's you just by the sound. peter had missed you more than he would admit, he couldn't wait to give you a bruising kiss to prove it.

'petey!' it's loud and he doesn't care one bit. his girls in front of him.

'trouble!' opening his arms wide, he's ready for the hug of his lifetime. you're nearly bouncing over to him before pulling his arm down. peter's eyebrows furrow, he thinks you're going for an awkward wrap around, until you tug his shirt sleeve up and sink your teeth into the meat of his bicep.

'ah! you vermin, get away!' he's doing the world's weakest job at pulling away, you smile into his skin before shaking your head like a dog with a bone.

peter had expected you to jump on him and kiss over his face. you had done nothing but tell him how much you missed him and his 'strong arms' and the second you can be in them again, you treat him like a chew toy.

you missed his arms alright, missed eating them, that is.

'hey, c'mon, i missed you too! i want a hug and a kiss, then you can nibble as much as you want.'

you dot kisses over the skin you had under your teeth, 'i missed you so much.' peter's whiny this time, 'then give me a hug!' he wants his arms around you so bad.

you wrap your arms around him and tuck your head under his chin, you can tell how much he really missed you when he fully relaxes into your hold.

'slept like shit without you.' kisses on your forehead has you happily sigh into his chest. 'liar, you hate sharing a bed with me. you always threaten to kick me out.'

peter didn't realize how much he missed you waking him up in the middle of the night for some bogus reason. it made him feel loved, it didn't matter what time it was, you wanted him to be the first person you told anything to, even if it was just a weird dream.

he won't admit that though, instead he says, 'you're right, it was nice not being woken up to cold feet and philosophical questions.'

'knew it,' that means you know he missed you more than he'd ever tell you. 'can i please have a kiss now?' if you'd ever say no to that question, especially when he asks it as soft and hesitant as he just did.

but that doesn't mean you can't give him shit, you let out a pretend groan, 'fine, i guess so.' revealing your face, you blink at the overhead light in his room.

instead of grabbing you passionately, he cups your cheeks and smushes your lips together in a pout. peter takes his time looking you over, he's silent and it makes you feel shy.

While you look down for a second, peter whispers out to you.

'my baby.'

his lips are on yours, a sense of home and peace envelops you. clenching at the waist of his shirt, you lean up to fully melt into him. peter's thinking the same way, wrapping an arm around your lower back to pull you flush into him.

peter pulls away for just a second before he's back on you, placing three quick pecks before breaking out in a smile.

'i have no fucking idea how i'm going to survive the summer,' you bite down on your lip, summer is months away, he's not able to imagine a future without you and it makes you ultra giddy.

'easy, i come stay with you for a few weeks. i think may and i would get along.' you expected him to roll his eyes, instead he nods his head. 'i think she'd love that, she's always hinting she needs another woman around her.'

you kiss your teeth at him, 'three days without me and you're planning the future. i love to see it.'

'it made me realize how much i like having you around me, even if you're biting me.'

you gasp, eyes widening at the forgotten idea. 'oo, thanks, petey!' you swing your head to clamp your teeth into his arm, a hiss follows.

'you're a fucking rat and so uninvited from my aunt's house!'

#frat!peter drabbles

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xoxoavenger · 1 month

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! 🎁🎈🎂🎉🎊 I loved Try Me (Matt Murdock x Reader), I was wondering if maybe you could write a sequel? I could see an intimate moment where she’s feeding him the soup she made and taking care of him, potentially with the hilarity of Foggy finding out he’s got two super powered friends

thanks! hopefully this is what you were looking for, I had fun writing it!

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pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

word count: 1099

warnings: none

part 1

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"I can't believe you're Daredevil." She mutters as she ladles the soup into a bowl. She made a broth more than a soup because she didn't have time to cut the vegetables, but it'll do the trick. She also didn't know the extent of Matt's injures, and she didn't want him to have trouble eating anything. "Does Foggy know?" She asks as she brings the bowl over to the couch.

"Yes," Matt chuckles, but his teeth are clenched in pain. She kneels next to the couch and she is still shocked by his injuries, even though she's already seen them. He has a large cut across his chest, and resists the urge to touch it.

She watches Matt try to sit up, but he's clearly in too much pain. She puts the soup on the ground in favor of helping him up. She tries not to let her pulse rush as she touches his bare back and bicep, pulling him up gently until he is sitting up enough to eat.

"Here, let's get you some food." She tells him, spooning some broth and then carefully helping him eat some. It's so quiet in the apartment that she swears she can feel her own heart race as she feeds Matt. They're close, and her brain is reeling with the thought of how Matt, and blind man, can be a vigilante.

"I think that's good." Matt groans when they're about three fourths of the way though the bowl. She gets up to put the bowl away and grab a warm, wet cloth.

"How are you Daredevil?" She asks, sinking down to her knees again and beginning to wipe off the blood around his wounds.

"Are you asking if I'm actually blind?" He questions, but he's smiling, so she can tell he's joking.

"I know you're blind, Matt." She says with a small sigh. She's seen his unfocused eyes too many times to think he was just preteneding.

"All my other senses are heightened." He tells her, tensing as she begins to wipe a big, deep cut. She hopes that soon her healing food will kick in; she's never seen it help on this level, and she's worried it won't work as well as Matt is hoping it will.

"So, you can hear really good?" She asks, wondering what exactly that means. He shrugs, smiling a little bit.

"And smell, and taste. And feel. I have to have specific sheets because of how sensitive my skin is." He's feeling better, she can tell, and it makes her smile.

"How did figure it out?" She asks quietly. She's had these powers ever since she can remember, but she'd never told anyone and no one ever figured it out either. This is a first, sharing a gift, and she can't help but feel a little scared.

"That your food could heal people?" He clarifies. She almost nods, but then catches herself.

"Yeah," She confirms.

"You asked me what happened again the day after you first gave me the croissant, as if you knew it should have gone away. And I usually have accelerated healing anyway, but not that fast. You wouldn't have known that." He's starting to relax more, and she knows he needs to get some sleep soon.

"You wanna move to the bed?" She asks, putting the cloth down and preparing to move him. Before he can answer, Foggy comes stomping back in.

"So both of my best friends are super heroes?" He yells, throwing the drugstore bag in their general direction. Y/N's eyes widen as Foggy walks to them.

"I am not a super hero." Y/N clarifies.

"I wouldn't classify myself as one either." Matt interjects, a hand out to stop Foggy's rant. It does nothing, and Foggy soldiers on.

"You can feel, hear, and smell things no human should be able to feel, hear, and smell." He points at Matt, who raises an eyebrow. "And you can heal people with your food, that you've been feeding me for months!" Foggy moves to Y/N, and she just shakes her head.

"Have you ever wondered why you haven't gotten sick in months?" She asks, and he just scoffs.

"That proves my point!" He screams. Y/N and Matt shake their heads, Matt smirking.

"Foggy, neither of us are superheroes. You don't need to freak out." Matt tries to calm him down, but Foggy just gets more worked up.

"Are you kidding me? You could be Avengers for all I know!" Foggy grabs the bag that he had thrown and begins to get some of the bandages and Neosporin out to help Matt.

"Oh my God," Y/N groans, rolling her eyes and putting her head in her hands. Honestly, Foggy freaking out was kinda funny, but she isn't sure if he's being serious now or not.

"We're not Avengers, Foggy." Matt chuckles, and Y/N begins to put bandages over Matt's injuries.

"Well I just don't know that, do I?" Foggy looks over at the pot on the stove, walking over there quickly. "What did you make?"

"Just a quick broth. I wanted to get Matt something quick." She tells Foggy as she begins to focus on the task at hand.

"Is this why I haven't gotten paper cuts?" Foggy asks as he ladles a little soup out for himself.

"It doesn't make you skin extra strong, Fog." Matt tells him as she continues bandaging him up. Her hands brushing his skin make Matt want to crawl out of his skin in a good way, which didn't make sense until this very moment.

"Did I hurt you?" Y/N asks softly when he tenses.

"No," He mutters, putting a hand on her wrist to stop her. "It's okay, I think the big ones are taken care of." He just wants to lay down and sleep it off now, but he wants to ask her one more thing.

"Let me help you to your room." She offers, and together, with him leaning on her, they make it to Matt's room.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" He asks as they sit down. He can feel the heat begin to flush her cheeks, her heart beginning to race. He's worried still that maybe she feels uncomfortable until she responds.

"Working." She thinks she's funny, and Matt chuckles.

"Do you want to go to Josie's with me tomorrow night?" He asks, and she ducks her head and smiles.

"As long as my boss lets me off on time." She says, nudging him with her shoulder.

"I'll talk to him." He tells her, both of them smiling hard enough that their cheeks hurt.

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pasukiyo · 2 years

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Could you please write a Steve Harrington smut!!! where it’s season 3 and him and reader have been drugged by the Russians. When Dustin makes them watch back to the future they sneak off to the bathroom because they’re both needy and have really desperate passionate sweet sex?

𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲.

— steve harrington x f!reader

warnings; steve and reader are fuucckkkkeddd upppp, bad writing lol, sex, bad jokes, potty humor lmao

a/n; not very proud of my writing here but i loved this idea pls 😭 still trying to get back into the groove of writing so hopefully my writing will get better again 💀 gonna try and write longer fics too once i get my shit back together

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“hey, i think—“ steve stopped to hiccup, the back of his hand rubbing over his lips as he giggled behind it. “—i think, i have a great idea.” she giggled back and leaned into his arm, her own slithering around it, never minding the armrest of the movie theater seat digging into her side. “yeah, stevie?” she purred, nuzzling her nose into the crook of her neck. if either of them had been sober, they’d be able to notice the looks of disgust the movie goers behind them gave, but they were both far too gone to notice nor care.

steve glanced over to the big screen before them, his teeth sinking into the plush flesh of his bottom lip in a failed attempt to stifle yet another giggle. “what if..” he stopped again, as if to add suspense. “..we go to the bathroom.. and play a game.” she felt her stomach do a flop as she hiccuped, unable to sift through the haziness of her mind— nor did she want to.

“yeah? what kind.. of game?”

steve flashed a cheeky grin, “one where.. you play the mommy.. and i’ll be marty mcfly.” she pouted, “noooo, i wanna play marty mcfly,” she whined, smacking his bicep. “why can’t you play the mommy?”

he scowled, “no,” he whined back, “it doesn’t work like that. you—“ hiccup, “—you have to be the mommy.”

“wait, why is it mommy and marty mcfly?” she questioned, lips puffy with her pout. steve’s eyes rolled in their sockets, as if it was the most ridiculous thing he’d heard all day. “because in the movie his mom wanted to fuck him,” he gestured to the big screen ahead with his palm. “see?”

her forehead wrinkled when she furrowed her brows, wiping at her eyes in an attempt to rub the blurriness away. “what?”

“you haven’t been paying attention, have you?”

“noooo,” she yawned, her temple falling against the curve of his shoulder, her nails burrowing into the skin at his wrist. “marty mcfly went back in time and like, his mom was coming onto him,” steve explained, ignoring the complaints coming from the irritated movie goers around them. “but—“ she paused to tap her chin. “like, she didn’t know he was her son, right?” she asked, blinking up at the screen. “because like, if she did, she totally wouldn’t have sex with him, right?”

steve blinked.

“woah. i didn’t think about that.”

“oh my god, steve,” she giggled. “i totally get it now. you want me to play the mommy because marty mcfly’s mom totally wanted to bone him.”

steve’s knuckles dug into his closed eyelids, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip once again. “should we go to the bathroom now and play?” he questioned in a murmur, and her hand slithered down to his, their fingers locking together. “totally.”

they staggered as they arose to their feet, much to the people behind their seat’s dismay, and she leaned into steve’s side for support, squeezing his upper arm as he shuffled his way through the aisle, stepping on people’s feet left and right. they giggled at their curses, finally making their way to the exit and slamming the door against the wall as they swayed down the hallway towards the restrooms.

“they were so pissed off at us,” she chuckled as steve led her into the men’s bathroom, the concept of the lock going way over either of their heads. she giggled as she backed up until the backs of her thighs hit the sink, and steve’s palms gathered her hips, pressing them against his own as his lips captured hers in a sloppy kiss. she giggled into his mouth as their tongues lazily danced over one another, and she moaned, her palms flat against his chest when she pulled away.

“wait but steve, we can’t play mommy and marty mcfly because like, his mom didn’t know he was her son when she—“

“you know, the more i hear you say it, the more gross it sounds,” he interrupted with a forefinger to her lips. “maybe we should just like, do what we normally do.” her arms slithered around his neck when he pressed his hips back into hers, and she giggled at the bulge in his pants prodding against her clothed sex. “stevie,” she mewled when his lips began their assault on her jaw, tongue sloppy as he licked right underneath her ear. she shivered, her hands slipping down the short sleeves of his scoops ahoy uniform to his elbows, her fingernails etching crescents into his skin.

he hummed in question whilst his lips kissed further down her throat, his head nuzzling into the crook of her neck to suck at her collarbone. “stevie,” she whined again, rutting her hips against his, desperate for some sort of friction. “what is it, pretty?” he purred as his warm palms ventured their way beneath her shirt, tugging it up and over her head. she almost didn’t notice, much more concerned with the throbbing between her legs. she squirmed when he tossed her shirt to the ground, his fingers curling over the hem of her shorts to tug them down her legs. “aw, look how wet you’ve gotten for me,” he giggled, nearing tripping over his own two feet when he pushed back between her legs, the tips of his fingers applying pressure just above her clothed clit.

“steve,” she cried, grinding her hips into his touch as he rubbed her over her panties. “you’re so pretty,” he cooed, weaving his fingers through her hair with his opposite hand, cradling the side of her head as she panted, and he rubbed harder at her panties, relishing the way her face contorted in pleasure. “steve!” she moaned louder this time, gripping at his wrist between her legs. “need you inside.”

steve’s lips jutted out into a pout, “so needy.”

she reached for the fabric of his scoops ahoy outfit, tugging at the blue material, “off,” she insisted, to which he complied, almost falling back onto his ass when he kicked off his shorts. her vision began to stir again and she blinked, desperate to clear the haziness away whilst steve fisted his cock, throwing his head back as he pumped himself. “you’re so,” he hiccuped behind his knuckles, chuckling into his skin, “—sexy.”

she dug the heels of her palms into her eyes as steve peppered her face with kisses, tugging her panties to the side and guiding the tip of his cock towards her entrance. “my pretty, pretty girl,” he murmured against her temple as he rocked his hips forward, slipping through her entrance, his lips falling agape at the feeling of being squeezed so tight. “you’re so.. tight,” he moaned into her ear as she wrapped her arms back around his neck, balancing herself with his weight. “fuck, you’re squeezing the shit out of me.”

she giggled, even as he began to set a sloppy pace with his thrusts, whimpering when she clenched around him. “at least we’re in a bathroom,” she snickered, referring to what he had said moments before. he blinked, his mind going fuzzy, his thrusts on autopilot as he tried to remember what he had just said, unable to make sense of anything in his jumbled brain. he whimpered her name as he pounded into her dripping cunt, their moans permeating the very public restroom, uncertain of whether or not they had an audience.

it wasn’t like either of them cared— the drugs made sure of that.

“oh, steve!” she cried, “oh, steve! steve!” she chanted his name over and over and over again, becoming a woman possessed. “harder, baby, harder,” she mewled into his neck, seeking out his warmth. “wanna come so hard for you.”

steve grunted, his cock spearing her aching pussy, practically slamming her into the wall behind her.

she was too cock-drunk— and quite literally fucked up— to care.

“fuck yeah, baby,” he growled near the shell of her ear, his forehead dropping down onto hers as his thrusts became sloppier, signaling the beginning of his end. “gonna fucking fill you up, yeah? gonna make you come all over my cock,” he groaned as she tightened around him once again, her orgasm making her toes curl and her back arch until her chest was flush against his, one of his hands managing to work its way between their bodies to squeeze at her breast. “oh, oh, baby,” he hissed as he snapped his hips one final time before he spilled, painting her walls white with his cum. she cried into the crook of his neck as she came down from her high— at least one of them— whilst he collapsed into her, his knees nearly giving out.

“stevie?” she whispered after awhile, all of a sudden feeling dizzy.

“hm?’

“do you think that those big, scary russian dudes are looking for us right now?”

steve paused.

she could feel his lips curve up into a crescent against her skin, and she could feel her own lips do the same before they both erupted into a fit of laughter. she clawed at his back to keep herself stable on top of the bathroom sink, blinking away the tears from her eyes.

“do you think dustin’s mad at us for not staying until the end of back to the future?” she questioned, and steve grumbled into the dewy skin at her neck.

“who gives a shit about dustin? marty mcfly’s mom wanted to fuck him.”

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abbyscherry · 6 months

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activelly think ab last night's discussion

nah bc that was such a hot conversation that it recuded me to clenching my thighs together and literally googling certain things, and now i am thinking about it all over again and what i would do just for one chance with her.

damn Abby for being such a sexy lady that i just wanna sink my teeth into her biceps, gnaw on her like a treat and whimper around her strap.

literally need her inside all my holes, look at her, shit.

lord, bring me the holy water already. someone needs to put me down.

#ೃ⁀➷ mail received #꒰ moss baby ꒱#୨୧ nyctophiliq #PRAYING THIS IS THE CONVO YOU MEANT #cos if not 😃😃😃😃

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Title: Thirsty Or Parched {1}**

Title: Thirsty or Parched? {One-Shot/Script} {1}**

Lewis Hamilton x GF Reader

Warning: Crude & Vulgar Language, Comedy, Fun & Games, NSFW toward the end, Flirtatious banter

Words: 4.9k

Summary: You and Lewis have been dating for a long time. What started as the buds of friendship blossomed to love and was now a full-fledged love tree. Both of you have never really hidden your relationship and have been very open with the public with showing how tight the bonds that bound are. This naturally has gotten everyone to love you together. Today someone had the bright idea to get you guys to do Thirsty Tweets. The twist, Lewis reads yours and you read his. What was to be a funny likkle skit, may possibly expose a lot more about your relationship than you’d intended.

Note: I had this idea and though it might not play out the way it did in my head, I decided to just run with it. Hope you guys enjoy this. Also, this is a little different format than usual. It’s in fic format but also written out like a script. Hope it’s not confusing. 😊

Note II: I am also going to be making this a miniseries with each addition being about a different celeb and their reader insert significant other.

Note III: Italicized text should be read like the actions said characters are doing, so like stage actions in a script.

As always, thank you for reading. I appreciate it.

If you enjoyed this, please, LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!!!

***NOT Edited/Proofread***

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Lewis climbed out of the custom black and metallic blended Mercedes-Benz G-Wagon then slipped his sunglasses on as the blinding afternoon sun attacked his retinas. When he turned he found you staring at him with a mischievous smile on your face.

“Why’re you looking at me like that, dove?”

You shrugged innocently then blew an obnoxious bubble with your bright pink gum, “Can’t a girl just admire how fine her man is? Is it a crime?”

He smirked trying to keep himself in check. He loved when you expressed how good you thought he looked and loved when you called him your man even more.

“You can admire all you want,” he began, holding open the sides of his jacket so you could get an even better look. “It’s all yours after all.”

You smiled wider then scooted to the edge of the seat he’d just vacated. Your mini-skirt was already short but now it was hiked up to show the upper part of your tempting inner thigh. Licking his lips slowly, he stepped closer.

“What if looking isn’t enough? What if I wanna--,” you began and out of nowhere he felt your legs wrap around his lower body to lock behind his thighs.

The action sent him flush against you where his once peacefully resting dick now stirred from the brush of contact with the most intimate part of you.

“Touch as well as look?”

The look in your eyes spelled mischief and though he knew it he fell right into your trap. Placing his hands on your biceps, he slid his hands up and over your shoulders until they met at your neck where he clasped. The look on your face went from mischievous to surprise then intense arousal. He watched you sink your teeth into your bottom lip and his dick lurched in his jeans.

“Mmm.”

Without warning he crashed his lips to yours and kissed you, so you knew just what you were in store for when we left this studio. You moaned, wrapped your arms around his neck then sank your nails into the back of his neck. His groan vibrated across your lips, and it was then you wrapped your tongue around his, shooting his arousal up into the upper stratosphere.

When you nibbled his bottom lip hard enough to draw a little bit of blood, he had to pull your seductive succubus ass off of him. He’d meant to move his hands lower to your biceps to pull you off, but he’d jumped the gun and pulled you back with his hands still wrapped around your neck.

“Fuck baby,” you mumbled.

Your pupils were fully blown as your arousal filled you and the hypnotizing look in your beautiful eyes nearly had him sending the order for the guards to guard the car so he could scratch both of your itches. Nearly. He knew that anything under several hours would not be enough for him to fully satiate either of you.

“Fuck baby is right,” he whispered before releasing your neck. “Now I have a situation.”

You glanced down between your bodies then snorted. When he felt your hand rub against him, he groaned.

“And that’s not helping.”

He stepped back breaking the death grip that your thighs had him in. You hooked your heels on the lining of the car keeping your thighs open so he could see just what was waiting for him.

“You are evil.”

You snorted again then blew another bubble. “I would say I’m sorry but I’m not.”

He shook his head, imaging all the ways he’d make you sorry later.

“Uh—Mr. Hamilton?”

You snapped your thighs shut the same time he turned to find a woman with red curly hair standing behind him holding a clipboard and wearing a headset.

“Yes.”

“Hi, I’m Mallory. I’m one of the set handles. Welcome.”

She held out her hand for him to shake.

“Nice to meet you.”

“I’m such a huge fan. Wow,” she breathed out with a wide grin on her face and stars in her eyes.

“Thank you.”

“Uh—is Y/N with you?”

You poked your head out from the side.

“Hi!”

Coming to stand beside him, you blew another bubble and held your hand out to Mallory who eagerly shook your hand with the same stars in her eyes.

“Wow. Oh my god you’re even prettier in person,” she said.

You smiled but used your hand to cover that beautiful smile he loved so much. It was an action you did when you were embarrassed which was whenever someone complimented you.

“You’re too sweet. Thank you.”

“Ehm, wow. You guys are gorgeous together. Anyway, follow me and we’ll go inside and get you set up.”

Mallory began walking ahead, but you turned back to the G-Wagon bent in to retrieve your purse showing him your lace purple Brazilian panty-clad ass. The same lace purple panties you’d teased him with not even an hour ago as you dressed in front of him. The same purple lace panties you’d refused to allow him to touch. For the love of God, his palms itched to touch so he moved closer, and as if you could read his naughty thoughts you spun around with a smirk.

“Ah, ah, ah. No touch.”

“You ever heard the saying don’t taunt a lion?”

You shook your head. “Why not?”

“Because when they pounce, you’re bound to get hurt,” he illuminated.

You smiled innocently then leaned close. “Mmmm, you know I love it when it hurts Papi.”

With a wink you walked around him leaving him standing there struggling to get a grip on his runaway thoughts, desires, and hard dick. You knew you had him locked in and down. It was almost funny. Almost.

Within 15 minutes after you walked inside the studio management explained what would happen, touched up your makeup, and had gotten you both to do a few random shots for the website as well as the thumbnail for the video. Now as you sat behind the white desk beside one another, he’d finally calmed himself and gotten control over his hormones.

It was insane how much he’d turned into a prepubescent boy since meeting you. It was normal for couples to have a honeymoon period where they were blissfully happy and unable to keep their hands off one another. That honeymoon period was around a year, but here the two of you were 7 and ½ months shy of 5 years and this honeymoon period still hadn’t faded. He was as obsessed with you now as he was then.

“All right you guys, ready?”

The voice of the set manager brought him back to realize he’d been staring at you like a creeper. You turned to him and smiled.

“Ready?”

He nodded.

A few of the set handles around squealed then made side comments to each other about how cute it was how he looked at you. Those comments only made you smile wider. Fuck, he thought. He was a goner.

“All right here we go. 4-3-2-1.”

The set manager pointed to signal go.

Lewis: Hello internet and the world. I’m Lewis Hamilton.

Y/N: Ah, hold on. Nope. We intro you right. This is Lewis Hamilton holder of 7 world championships, 103 wins, with 192 podiums, over 7 F1 and driving awards, and one of the most amazing human beings to ever walk this planet and my boo thang!

{He smiled widely while shaking his head at your antics. You’d always been one of his biggest and loudest cheerleaders and today you were proving not a damn thing had changed} {You turned to him smiling}

Y/N: Put some respect on your name babe.

{He nodded then shrugged}

Lewis: Thank you, Dove.

Y/N: And I’m just Y/N.

Lewis: Ha! This is Y/F/N & Y/L/N, ranked one of the top 5 models in the world, the 200 million grossing in one night of her opening debut owner of the lingerie line Insatiable, the designer behind Luxe Bijoux one of the hottest jewelry lines out now, NY Times Best Selling Author, an over 160 million following fashion and beauty guru right on the tube and my beautiful dove and love.

{Your hand was covering your mouth as you tried to hide your zeal and embarrassment. Whenever he gushed like this you always felt like the fairest in the land}

Y/N: Aww, baby. Stahp It!

{The two of you giggled like floors before you rubbed noses together making everyone behind the scenes “aww”}

Y/N: Oh my goodness. Anyway. Thank you. So we’re here to do the famous--.

Lewis: Reading thirsty tweets.

Y/N: Yep. Only with a bit of a twist. I’m going to read Lewis’.

Lewis: And I’m going to read Y/N’s.

{Lewis made a yikes face at the same time you did making everyone behind the scenes crack up}

Y/N: Are you ready babes? Ready for me to read these out loud?

{Chucking} Lewis: I mean, sure. I’m not quite sure about reading yours.

Set Manager: What do you think Y/N?

Y/N: Aww, I’m sure they’re not that bad. Now yours—oh boy! Good God I don’t think I’m going to get off quite so easy, but you know what I get it cause I’m thirsty all day for this man so why not others too.

{He chuckled again because he’d seen a few over the years and had some inkling of an idea of what you were in store for}

Y/N: All right, you wanna go first?

Lewis: Okay.

{He shuffled through the large notecards that were face down on the white table and decided on the third one} {Holding it up he looked at you}

Lewis: Ready?

{You nodded}

Lewis: My, my, my, my god, @Y/F/N-Y/L/N needs to just sit on my face like right now TBH. Right damn now.

{Your eyes bugged, lips pinched, and head turned from him trying to avoid his eyes} {Him on the other hand, he just stared at the camera with an unimpressed look on his face}

Lewis: What was that you said not even a minute ago? Not that bad?

{Shaking his head he shrugged}

Lewis: Okay, @LugoSluzzoUK thanks for that. But no can do she only sits on my face.

{You gasped loudly as your hand swung out to smack his chest}

Y/N: Lewis!

{He laughed, throwing his head back}

Y/N: Wow, not funny.

Set Manager: Woah. Uh—Y/N. You’re up.

{You reached to the bottom of the pile and took a notecard out holding it up like it was the game changer of the poker game}

Y/N: Okay. I would let @lewishamilton break my back like a glow stick until I was like a slinky.

{Your eyes were again wide while Lewis laughed}

Y/N: Oh that’s funny to you.

Lewis: Just picturing it.

Y/N: Right, a glow stick until they’re like a slinky. Woooow. You know what--@ I’m not even gonna put your @ out there, just know I see you and I understand because same! Absolutely the same!

{You raised your hand in the air as if praising the lord and everyone around laughed}

Y/N: These aren’t too bad. Let’s go!

{Lewis pulled another card}

Lewis: I am pretty sure that @Y/F/N-Y/L/N’s photo spread in that Sports Illustrated issue where she was covered in body paint as bathing suits made me a lesbian. Ever since I’ve only dated women while masturbating to her at night.

{You giggled while trying to stop but being completely unable to}

Lewis: @Prettypinkjelly, I get it. I remember that issue and honestly if I were a woman I probably would have been turned too.

{You giggled some more while shaking your head}

Lewis: These are—quite interesting.

Y/N: Not so bad right?

Lewis: So far, although I feel like we’re going to start going down into debauchery soon.

{You both laughed}

Y/N: Okay. This one says. If @lewishamilton had an evil doppelganger I would let the evil doppelganger take me from the mouth while Lewis took me from behind even if they didn’t shower until they made me a double stuffed twinkie with extra filling.

Lewis: Woooooow. That’s a lot to unpack there.

{You laughed uncontrollably}

Y/N: My goodness. You guys sure are creative. Evil doppelganger, double stuffed twinkie with extra filling.

{Your eyes were wide in shock as you stared at the camera}

Lewis: It’s the “even if they didn’t shower” for me.

Set Manager: That’s where you draw the line?

Lewis: It gets very hot in the F1 suit and in the car for hours. Things get quite sweaty.

{You nodded}

Y/N: Yeah but a little sweat won’t hurt nobody.

{You winked at the camera while he pulled another card}

Lewis: Okay. For my birthday this year I have one wish and it’s for @Y/F/N-Y/L/N to come to my apartment and make me a burger, could be frozen I’m not picky, in a pair of red patent leather chaps, the ones with the ass cheeks out. That’s all tooth fairy, easter bunny, Santa, Genie, my fairy godmother, aurora’s three fairy godmothers. Please!

{The silence in the studio stretched until both you and Lewis busted out laughing. For the next minute you laughed so hard you both began crying}

Y/N: Oh my god. Not the leather chaps.

Lewis: Wow. Thank you for the laugh. The ass cheeks out huh.

{He nods his head}

Lewis: @lowkeylokiinya thank you for this because I think this just became our next roleplay night.

Y/N: Lewis!

{You hid your face, but he could see the smirk on your lips}

Y/N: We can cut this out right?

{The studio again fell quiet before he laughed}

Lewis: Your go.

Y/N: My mother always told me that my body is a temple and I agree however I just want @lewishamilton to bust the walls of this temple down!

{Lewis was the first to laugh while your eyes again remained as big as saucers}

Y/N: Wow, wow, wow. Oh wow.

{You look at Lewis who is trying his best to stop laughing but he is miserably failing. The way he is struggling makes you laugh too. After a few moments you both get a grip and sit there in silence for a few seconds}

Y/N & Lewis: Wow.

Y/N: Okay um—I think this is one of my favorites. I applaud you @ you know who you are, still not gonna put you guys on blast.

{Lewis has his next one already in hand}

Lewis: Okay, this one says, I’m not even into feet I find them creepy, but I would suck each and every single one of @Y/F/N-Y/L/N toes and not miss a single crevice. They look like they taste good.

Y/N: Oh my goodness.

{You cover your face with your hands feeling a little embarrassed}

Lewis: I’m going to assume every crevice means in between your toes too. Hmm.

{You and Lewis look at each other speaking nonverbally. He smiles and nods}

Lewis: All right @nuthinbutacomedian thank you for that.

{Lewis’ jaw is clenched, and you notice and go to his ear and in a whisper ask if he’s all right. Lewis brushes it off and assures you that he is good and drives it home with a sweet kiss to your temple which makes those behind the camera and on set “aww” yet again}

Y/N: Anyway, this is says, @LewisHamilton looks like he has a really long dick.

{Your eyes bug and jaw drops while Lewis pinches his lips together while keeping his eyes frontward}

Y/N: Um—uh—well you know something--.

Lewis: Don’t you do it.

Y/N: Looks are not deceiving. We have all seen him in his race suit.

Lewis: Y/N!

{You pinch your lips then zip them while pretending to throw away the key}

Lewis: Christ, you’re going to get me in so much trouble.

{You lift your hands in the air as it to show you mean no harm and that you’re done but he doesn’t look like he believes you. You look to the camera, smile then wink}

Lewis: These are getting quite--explicit.

Set Manager: If you can believe there are much more explicit than this out there.

Y/N: I believe it. Thirst makes the world go round, plus look at this guy.

{You cup his jaw and squish his cheeks making his lips pout}

Y/N: I thirst over him every day.

{Lewis’ smile is small at first but then widens until he is full-on cheesing}

Lewis: Enough. All right, let’s see. @Y/F/N-Y/L/N I just want you to know that if you ever need to fill your prescription for vitamin D I got more than enough D to give.

{Without meaning to you bust out laughing. In a matter of seconds, you’re practically cackling}

Y/N: Oh my god. No way! Yo, that is creative is hell. I have to applaud that one.

{You begin clapping with a look of amazement. Lewis on the other hand does not look amused.}

Y/N: How the hell do you guys come up with these?

Lewis: I kind of want to know too.

Y.N: Right!

Lewis: However @MegsstallionBrotha she’s gonna pass.

Y/N: Am I? Why?

{Lewis looks at you, meeting the playful challenge in your eyes}

Lewis: Why? I think you’re getting all the vitamin D you can handle. No?

Y/N: Am I? I am quite low in the vitamin today thanks to someone.

{Lewis laughs and shakes his head}

Lewis: Oh ho-ho keep talking.

{You giggle as you sift through the remaining note cards searching for your next one to read}

Y/N: @LewisHamilton, if you see this just know I want to use your…cum as a…face mask.

{Your eyes are wide as you blink rapidly for a few moments}

Lewis: Wow.

Y/N: I have to read that again.

{You read it to yourself then bob your head from side to side}

Y/N: I think this could have been worse.

Lewis: Do you?

Y/N: Yes. Think about it. Cu—sperm is pretty much protein, which is similar to the whites of eggs. It’s like making an at-home mask with egg whites which is actually good for the skin and pores, it helps with collagen and firming.

{Everyone is shocked silent staring at you}

Y/N: Just a bit of science there. So if you’re out of egg whites use a little cum, same thing.

{Everyone laughs loudly at that}

Lewis: So you’ve walked around with my sperm on your face?

Y/N: I don’t know about walking, but have I gotten your sperm on my—

{Lewis clamps his hand over your mouth shutting you up}

Lewis: Keep talking. You’re getting so close.

{You laugh but he doesn’t lower his hand until you’ve simmered down}

Y/N: Em, @ person—no judgement.

Lewis: I would let @Y/F/N-Y/L/N dom and peg me if she wanted and say thank you master after she’d ruined all my holes.

{You smile at the camera while managing to not give any other reaction}

Lewis: Woah, that’s a lot of trust there.

Y/N: I think I’d make a wonderful dominatrix. Right? Imagine me all red sexy leather, super high stilettos, fresh pedicure, fishnet stockings, a sexy feather and leather whip, decked out in diamond jewelry and skimpy lingerie.

{Lewis clears his throat loudly and readjusts himself in his seat}

Y/N: You all right?

Lewis: Yep. Let’s move on.

{You smile to yourself knowing what happened, you unintentionally turned him on with the talk of your attire. You know he is more imagining him being the dom and you the sub. The control freak in him would have the hardest time letting you take control.}

Y/N: @ person thank you for this, and again, no judgement. Sounds like fun.

{There is laughter from those around the set}

Y/N: I would let @LewisHamilton rearrange my guts in alphabetical order and then out of alphabetical order any day of the week.

{Lewis snorts and drops his head back as he laughs}

Lewis: Like, what does that even mean?

Y/N: It means any time, any day, any way they’re DTF. You know what @ you, you're a clever soul. Amen!

{You hold your hand high and shake your head fully grasping the sentiment}

Set Manager: Same for you Y/N?

Y/N: Do you have to ask?

{You giggle and that giggle turns to a full-on laugh when you realize Lewis looks very unamused but in his eyes, you see how turned on you have him}

Set Manager: Looks like we’re down to the last one.

Lewis: Yep.

{He waves it in the air}

Lewis: I kind of feel like I need to prep myself. It would be safe to say this might be the thirstiest.

Y/N: I’m sure it can’t be that bad.

{Lewis breathes once more}

Lewis: @Y/F/N-Y/L/N the things I would do to you if I had the chance. Mainly I want to suck your soul from what I know is a gorgeous kat until you squirt all over me to baptize and save me like the Goddess you are.

{Lewis slow sighs out.}

Lewis: There’s a lot going on there. @yourloveisunholy that answers a lot, um—again she’ll pass.

Y/N: Um—I love your name by the way. I appreciate the compliment you are right it is a gorgeous—

Lewis: Keep talking.

{You laugh because at this point you are having the time of your life teasing him}

Lewis: You are so asking for it.

Y/N: He’s right I will have to pass. I need my soul.

Lewis: That’s it?

Y/N: Until the next time @LewisHamilton decides to suck—

{Again Lewis clamps his hand over your mouth making you laugh}

Lewis: Please just read your tweet.

Y/N: @LewisHamilton come and get this face sit zaddy, I know how to ride. Then dick me down so fucking hard that my ancestors get phantom pains. Oh my god!

{You jump to your feet and raise your hands in the air}

Y/N: Winner, Winner! Wow, wow, wow, wow! I am speechless. You know what I am here for this! Period! I feel you on that face sitting part because this man’s face is meant to be sat on.

Lewis: And we’re done here. Thank you Buzzfeed, this has been thirty tweets, couples edition. See ya!

{Your laughter had turned to a cackle at this point. You’d watched him slowly decline in his ability to keep himself restrained. You knew how on edge he was because of the tease in the car, and this was complete comedy for you.}

Everyone behind the scenes clapped then told you guys how great the episode will be online. Lewis was already standing ready to go. It wouldn’t be that easy for him though because everyone seemed to want pictures and an autograph and him being the gracious man he is, he signed an autograph for everyone while letting them get their pictures in.

After about 30 minutes or so, you said your goodbyes after the set manager informed you that the episode was going live in a few hours. You then made your way back to your car. Lewis opened your door then went around to climb in beside you. The whole time he didn’t speak. He didn’t speak when your driver put the car in drive. He didn’t speak the 30-minute drive to lunch. The only way you knew that he wasn’t upset was because you caught him staring at you several times and the way he was staring instantly told you he was far from upset and more on the horny side.

After lunch, you split up to tackle some work errands while making a promise to meet up at home. Lewis kept the kiss quick though you tried to delve your tongue into his mouth. Halfway to your meeting, you texted him.

MSG: You know, most would say you’ve been neglecting me since we left Buzzfeed. They would also say their feelings were hurt.

You expected him to take a while to answer but to your surprise, a response came in after about 2 minutes.

MSGMyHoneyDrop: To that, I would say you’re being dramatic.

MSG: Anyone ever tell you it’s not a good idea to tell a woman she is being dramatic?

MSGMyHoneyDrop: Yes, you. I’m just trying to make it through the day without anyone noticing how hard I am, and without letting blue balls set in.

You shouldn’t have laughed but you did.

MSG: How are you hard? Those tweets do it for you?

MSGMyHoneyDrop: Nope. You do it for me and you know that. Another thing you should know is your ass is mine when I get home. I don’t care what you have to do but you need to find that red leather outfit and you better have it on when I get home.

Excitement filled you quicker than shaken soda spouting through a bottle. You squealed with anticipation.

Much later that night after round 6, you and Lewis lay sweaty, panting, and sex drunk reading through the comments from the Buzzfeed video.

“Someone said I knew Lewis and Y/N were a pair of freaks in the sheets but damn they’re freaks in the streets too.”

You snorted then laughed, handing him a bottle of infused water. While taking a few sips you scrolled through the endless comments. It was clear the video was a hit. In not even 24 hours it had over 13 million views.

“Oh my god. This person said, you can see how much they love each other and how connected they are. #goals. Aww. That’s sweet.”

“Watching Y/N and Lewis read thirsty tweets while they’re being thirsty for one another is a whole mood.”

You rolled on top of him sitting right on top of his still hard member.

“Mmm.”

“Still hard?”

“You only have yourself to blame,” Lewis said trailing his hands along your red fishnet stocking clad thighs.

“You’re the one who wanted me to wear this. I think you did it to yourself.”

Lewis gripped your hips then moved you back just a little before he lifted you just enough so he could slide inside of you.

“Fuck!”

The friction gave way to slight soreness and reminded you that you’d been at this for hours and were already thoroughly fucked.

“Still so tight. I can’t get enough of you, sweetheart.”

The fullness you felt made it impossible to remain still, so you slowly rocked back and forth on him until you were bucking against him riding him just the way he liked. Lewis’ moans turned to grunts and before you knew it he’d flipped you onto your stomach while keeping your ass in the air.

“Such a perfect ass!”

To emphasize, Lewis slapped you across it making you shout into the blankets underneath you. From his strokes, you could tell he was close but from the way he groaned you could also tell he didn’t like the fact that he was losing control this quickly. When he tried to move you to change your position, you refused then took control from him and backed yourself onto him slamming your ass into his pelvis.

“Aah, shit,” Lewis exclaimed.

Peeping over your shoulder you saw your sopping core held his attention while his hands were planted on his head. You began flicking your hips raising your backside up and down giving him a show that you knew would mesmerize him. It didn’t take long for him to grip your hips and plow into you with reckless abandon.

“Do you love me, Y/N?”

“I do.”

“Lemme hear.”

“Ah! Fuck Lewis. I love you!”

You bit the blankets, filling your mouth with the soft fluffy material, and let yourself moan as you wished. Lewis gripped the back of your neck and hoisted you up until your back was pressed to his chest and your moans filled the room.

“Mmm, look at me.”

Locking eyes with him, you tried not to roll them to the back of your head from the deepness of his strokes.

“I fucking love you too!”

Lewis kissed you sloppily then you felt him fill you for the 7th time that night. His arms wrapped around you as your bodies shook together riding your shared orgasm. When he collapsed on top of you he didn’t release you, he kept you cocooned in his arms and his cock nestled inside of you.

“We’re never going to be able to live down that fucking episode.”

You snorted then laughed loudly because he was right. You’d both let it slip to the world how utterly and completely horny and parched you were for each other while giving them a glimpse of just how freaky you might be. There was no way the internet would ever let you forget it.

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nauticallyhypnotical · 6 months

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There was only one rule to surviving Pelican Town’s accursed mines: kill everything on sight. The monsters down there will not hesitate to sink their teeth and claws into anything that moves. Bravery is not enough; Arrogant adventurers all meet the same fate, their blood-curdling screams echoing throughout the mountains warning those smart enough to keep out to stay far, far away. Missing bodies were never recovered. Half the graves outside the guild were empty, nothing but a tombstone acknowledging the deceased.

Despite the risks, Samantha pledged her sword to the town’s guild. For many years, she had not been afraid of death, accepting that all things must eventually end. Death simply gave life meaning. When she took the oath to protect the valley, it changed her spirit. She once again felt she had purpose, something she hadn't felt in a long time. Fulfilling her obligation to the valley, knowing she was making it safer, filled her with hope.

Killing monster filth was also just really fucking fun.

She’d never felt more alive than when she was down in the mines, slashing through hordes of undead and gelatinous foes. There was something else down here, something that buzzed all around and throughout her. It felt almost electric, and made her feel unstoppable. It felt as if the mines themselves were alive and guiding her deeper down, down, down.

There was no end. Well, there probably was, but Samantha hasn't found it yet. There were many ways to get lost in these tunnels with all their twists and turns and surprise dungeons. It was also different each time she ventured down here. There was a reason why the guild forbade non-members from coming down here.

Samantha was knee-deep in mossy sludge when she heard a familiar flapping of deranged bats in the distance. With her movement limited, she was vulnerable. Her best option was going back the way she came and running away. She was becoming too tired to fight, and needed to return home to rest anyway. She almost reached the exit when she was suddenly swarmed by angry bats looking to claw her eyes out. All she could do was protect her face and run to where she knew her escape was. She was getting scratched and bit anywhere she was exposed, but she finally made it. She dragged herself safely out of the mines before collapsing outside the cave mouth, chest heaving as she tried to regain her composure. She didn’t usually slip up, but she was lucky. Usually, slipping up meant you were killed.

“Holy shit, are you okay?” a man asked her. She opened her eyes, and there were two in front of her. They looked like night and day, the moon and sun incarnate. One was tall, with pale skin accentuated by raven-black hair. The other man was about a head shorter than the first guy, and had light blond hair that was slicked back from his tanned skin. They both had bloodshot eyes and reeked of marijuana.

“I’m fine, I just –” Samantha began to talk, but grimaced in pain. She was bleeding all over, and her wounds were beginning to hurt as the adrenaline wore down. “I just need a minute, I think.”

“Okay. Hey, do you wanna hit?” The blond man asked, holding out a half-smoked blunt. The raven-haired man hit his bicep with the back of his hand.

“Ow! What was that for?” The blond asked.

“Dude, look at her. She’s bleeding everywhere, she needs to see Doctor Harvey, not smoke weed,” he said, sounding like a disappointed parent scolding their child.

“Oh, you're probably right. My bad,” he said, turning towards Samantha. He lightly dabbed the end of the blunt on the bottom of his shoe, and handed it off to his friend. He then pulled out a box of cigarettes and flipped it open, placing the blunt carefully inside.

“I’m Sam, and this is ray of sunshine is my best friend Sebastian. Who’re you?” The blond stuck his hand out for Samantha, and helped her up as she accepted it.

“Samantha,” she said, feeling suddenly embarrassed that she’s being seen like this, in front of two cute guys nonetheless. She was supposed to protect the town, not be saved from it. Sebastian was right, though. She should go see the doctor. The two of them had gotten quite acquainted when she first joined the guild, having had many late-night visits to the clinic to patch up several of her rookies’ mistakes. Let this be another one, she thought to herself. She began to walk in that direction when a hand was placed on her shoulder.

“Another Sam, that’s awesome! In the name of Sam-hood, please let me walk you to the clinic. I’m heading that direction anyway,” he beamed at her. As much as her gut told her to say no, she nodded. If he was going the same direction as her they may as well walk together. The three of them walked until they reached Robin’s house, where Sebastian bid his farewells, and then it was just the two of them, and suddenly Samantha was aware of the chilly night breeze. It was the middle of autumn, and being caked in cave sludge made her so much colder.

They continued on in silence until Sam suddenly spoke up.

“You've lived here a while right? How come nobody ever sees you around?” He asked. Samantha inwardly groaned – she was always pretty introverted, and knew eventually this would become an issue. Truthfully, one of the reasons she loved being an adventurer so much was the isolation it provided. Instead of explaining all this to Sam, she shrugs.

“I am often down in the mines, busy with missions for the guild. I do not have much time to socialize,” she says.

“The what?” Sam asks, puzzled.

“…The guild? The adventurer’s guild, led by Marlon, keeps the town safe? You know what, never mind. Better you don't know, I suppose,” Samantha says as they reach the clinic. She stops, and Sam stops after her.

“Well,” she says.

“Well…” Sam repeats. Samantha turns and looks at him, and notices up close how handsome he is. He’s close enough she can smell the way his cologne mixes with the smell of weed, and her breath catches as she makes out the notes of mint and pine.

“Thank you, Sam, for walking with me,” she says, a blush crossing her cheeks. She looks into his bright blue eyes and he smiles down at her.

“Us Sams need to stick together,” he says, bringing his fist up to his chest.

“All I ask in return, though, is that you'll join me this Friday night at the Saloon. You should meet some people, play some pool. It'll be fun,” he had a pleading, puppy-dog look in his eyes. She thought about it for a moment. She couldn't avoid everybody forever, and so she agreed to meet Sam. She watched him walk off as she waited for Harvey to come unlocked the clinic doors, and noticed he had a bit of bounce in his step. She began to feel somewhat excited as she planned for the days ahead. She had three days until she had to meet Sam at the Saloon. Maybe she would allow herself to finally let loose, for once. Relax a little, know the town a little more. What good was protecting a town she knew nothing about and nobody in?

Her thoughts were interrupted by the click of the doors unlocking.

“Samantha, hurry, come in,” he said, ushering her quickly to the examination room.

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@huntedvideo / @privatevideo + [ choke ] your muse choking mine- with kendra ,

. her back slams in to the wall, shoulders scraping along the brick as her jacket slips off her shoulders, bunching around her elbows. kendra's fingers press in to his bicep, his own jacket straining as he flexes his arms, holding her in place. she bared her teeth in a panting grin as their eyes lock, and she shivers with anticipation- one arm moves to push her shoulder back while the other drops down between their bodies, his hand unbuttoning her jeans with familiar ease. " you're so fucking impatient, " she breathes with a laugh, even as he shoves his hand down her jeans between her legs, where she is ruining her own underwear with how wet she is for him. she doesn't have much manoeuvrability in these things, tight as they are ( she's tighter ), but the hunter spreads her legs as best she can, so his hand doesn't cramp. she's considerate like that, tonight.

. kendra's head thuds back against the brick wall as she groans out a low, throaty " fuck- " when he sinks two fingers inside her without warning, her hips bucking away from the wall instinctively, only for him to push them back with his own, and she smirks at him when she feels his hardened length press in to her. they haven't broken eye contact since they stumbled out the door and kendra can feel her heart thunder in her chest as he fucks her hard and fast, unrelenting. she can't help but rise on her toes slowly, sinking her teeth in to her lower lip as she grasps at one shoulder and pushes against the other- she doesn't want to push him away, and she doesn't want him to stop, but fuck if he doesn't slow down, she won't last very long and they haven't even made it to his car.

. " god f-fucking damn it, fin-i'm- " she shudders, words tapering off in to a moan as he works her over, and she clenches both her teeth and her cunt. kendra's the first to break eye contact, closing her eyes as her head thuds back against the wall again, her blonde hair mussed on the brick. she feels his other hand move, arm pulling off of her chest but when she feels his hand at her neck, his fingers curling around her throat, her eyes snap open wide, looking up at him as his grip tightens and she swallows, the muscle moving under his palm. she can't fucking breathe, and she starts to feel light-headed, a ringing slowly starting in her ears as kendra blinks at him, her hips riding his hand like she were full canter.

. she comes with a broken gasp, one hand still holding on to his shoulder, the other wrapped around his wrist to keep his hand on her throat as she chokes under his hold. he's still lazily pumping his fingers in and out of her, drawing out her pleasure as her vision starts to black, before he lifts his hand off her throat and she inhales deeply, blinking the haze from her eyes and glaring daggers at him, half furious, half hungry. " asshole, " she stutters, before she reaches up and drags his head down by his hair, kissing him messily. when she recovers somewhat, kendra parts from him with a shove of his head away, falling back against the wall so she doesn't keel over completely, his hand still down her pants. " you gonna fuck me here too or can we find a fucking bed? i wanna give you head but i ain't gettin on my knees in a back fucking alley, stevens. "

#answered /#reply /#privatevideo /#kendra /#kendra & finley /#( i swear i can write less #my muse is simply high and i am obsessed with them )

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bokutoslittlebird · 4 years

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miya twins and their 19 year old virgin little sister, samu probably caught you trying to fuck yourself and let your dildo be your first since a lot of your friends are teasing you for being a virgin and then atsumu caught you red handed, watching porn. and what would happen if one of them got you preggo? too horny to even think about anything, sorry birdie-san ㅠㅡㅠ

DIVINE. DELICIOUS. you know that audio with the cats? That was me when I read this

Warnings : pregnancy, cunnilingus, f. masturbation, porn video (briefly), a pink dildo, dubcon, incest, manipulation

It’s your nineteenth birthday and while you had a wonderful party with your family, you still feel so young and small. Your brothers are both attending colleges for their own career paths, but you’ve just got out of high school and have no idea what you want to do! You’ve been babied by your brothers, so you don’t have a clear view of the future for yourself that doesn’t include Atsumu and Osamu by your side.

One thing bothered you though: you were still a virgin. Thanks to your brothers, boyfriends were a foreign concept to you. All your friends lost their virginities before their birthdays, but your last friend lost her virginity on her birthday, a present from her boyfriend. You were slow to coming to the party and you told them you’d have lost it by the time your birthday came around, even getting a boyfriend!

A boyfriend quickly discarded by the brooding brothers of yours. A sneer from Atsumu and a glare from Osamu had his tail between his legs. Truly, a shame. You knew your friends would tease you again for the lack of a boy in your life, so you decided to, uh, pretend. A dildo was similar to a penis, right? That’s why they existed.

You didn’t know it’d be so hard! You have to have an orgasm to properly lose your virginity, that’s what your friends said. Pumping the silicone piece into your tiny cunt was harder than expected, only fitting half in before you started to pump it. It sent a tingling down in your tummy, but it was more effort than expected. Noises or frustration mingled with your forced moans, whining as your wrists started to hurt.

Osamu was doing his homework when he heard you make a noise of frustration, huffing and puffing. He didn’t pay too much attention to it, but then you made a similar noise. So, time to investigate. He wouldn’t want you to exert so much energy, you’re his baby sister! He expected to see you trying to get something off a high shelf, your shirt riding up to show your smooth stomach or you to be under your bed, shorts-clad— even better, panty-clad rump in the air. He did not expect to see you on your bed, legs spread and pumping a pink silicone dildo into your cunt. If only that was his—

“‘Tsu- ‘Tsumu,” you moan out, biting on your lower lip. Osamu’s mouth drops into a frown, growling at his twin’s name dropping from your mouth. You turn to look at the door, suddenly opened only to be slammed shut.

A startled gasp makes him stop in front of you, eyes burning with an unknown desire. “‘Samu! What’re you doing?” He just looks at you, eyes glancing at your hand still between your legs. Your eyes go down, shame burning in your face. “I’m trying to be a big girl. I wanna lose my virginity,”

“Why didn’t ya ask me?” He asks, putting his weight on your bed. You panic and close your legs, moving the dildo out of you. “And why ya callin’ out ‘Tsumu’s name? Huh? Am I not good enough?”

“N-No! That’s not it! ‘Samu, you’re scaring me!” You cry out, his large hands spreading your legs. Your puffy pussy is fully on display for him, his eyes noticing the lack of slick. “Don’t hurt me!”

“I’m not gonna hurt ya. I’m gonna help. Wanna be a big girl? I can help,” he says. He doesn’t move, though, waiting for your permission. Even though you’re hesitant — he’s your brother! You’re nodding your head, fingers soon finding themselves in Osamu’s darkened hair. He stopped dying it, so it’s completely natural again. His face is buried in your cunt, lapping at your folds as your moans aren’t forced, head thrown back as Osamu tongue fucks you. When he sticks two fingers into you, he doesn’t expect you to be so wet, a drastic difference from moments ago. He moves to wrap his lips around your clit, walls tightening as you finally release on his fingers and face.

When Osamu comes up, he’s licking his lips while you pant. “Did.. did I lose my virginity?” You ask him, tears clinging to your lashes.

“What d’ya mean?” You explain what your friends told you, all while he strips off his shirt and peppers kisses on your stomach, rising your shirt up as he does. “Nah, I gotta cum inside if you wanna lose it. You gonna let me do that?” The no hesitation in the nodding of your head has him grinning, straightening himself as he rubs his hardened cock through his pants. Today, fantasy becomes reality. “Alright, I’ll go slow,”

Even with his slow sinking into you, you’re gasping and clinging to his biceps for dear life, tears staining your pillow as he splits you open. He’s far bigger than the dildo, but the slick from your orgasm makes it much easier for him to slide in. He kisses your cheek, telling you how good you are. It’s the little praise that has you encouraging him to keep going, and he does. He keeps pushing in until he’s bumping against your cervix, almost completely inside of you. Your legs tighten around his waist, keeping him locked against you.

“Don’t worry, lil sis. I’m not goin’ anywhere,” he shushes, brushing your tears as he stays still. An occasional hiccup has his heart hurting, but he knows you’ll feel good eventually. Well, even if you don’t, he’ll start. When your legs loosen, dropping back to the plush bed, he starts moving. He’s still slow, spreading your walls for his thick cock as you continue to adjust. It’s not until you’re begging him for more does he pick up the pace, slamming his hips against yours. He has to cover your mouth so you don’t alert the whole house he’s fucking you, your screams of pleasure coming out. They’re muffled, but he can hear how much you’re enjoying it. It urges him to go even faster, grunting as he chases his own high.

Another screams rips from you, walls tightening as you cream on his fat cock, eyes rolling as toes curl. It’s enough to send Osamu over the edge, groaning as he buries himself even deeper inside, pumping you full of his cum, you milking every drop. He kisses you, your panting mouth perfect for him to give you a passionate kiss, staying deep inside you. He breaks the kiss, “I love ya, little sis,”

“Love you, too, nii-san,” you smile, kissing him again.

It’s all you ever wanted, to be a big girl. It also brings you and Osamu closer together, you often bouncing around the idea to help him in his shop once he gets it set up. When you go into his room, the door locking behind you, you miss the way Atsumu glares. He has a feeling you’re not studying with Osamu, but there’s nothing to suggest otherwise.

Well, when Osamu is late from coming back from college, Atsumu is the only one home. It’s a small breath of fresh air, relaxing his tired muscles after a long practice match. When he hears small grunts and moans from your bedroom, he goes to investigate. You shouldn’t be home, let alone have anyone with you. The creaking of the floorboards doesn’t stop the noises from your room, Atsumu’s curiosity spiking. Peeking into your open door, he sees you on your back, legs spread open as your laptop plays an obscene video, the moans and grunts coming from the speakers. Your occasional moan is muffled by the shirt hem in your mouth, but it’s dropped when you moan out Osamu’s name, eyes rolling back as your fingers work on your clit.

Atsumu glares at the mention of Osamu’s name, shutting the door that has you jumping and struggling to explain yourself. “Ya think ‘Samu’s better than me? Is that it?” They’re so similar, it’s striking. The hungry eyes, full of anger and lust, they look so much like Osamu’s, but the light blond hair reminds you it’s Atsumu. “What’re you- Yer watchin’ sibling porn? Thinking of your big brother? ‘S that it?”

“No, it’s not what you think, ‘Tsumu!” Unlike Osamu, Atsumu’s one to take what he wants. He moves the laptop off the bed, spreading your legs as you squirm and struggle. “Lemme go!”

“Brats like you need to be put in place, don’t’cha know? You’re fucking soaked, getting off on your big bro that much?” You’re crying and still trying to kick him off, but it just turns him on even more. You’re still innocent and so naive in his eyes, it’s nothing for him to just take that from you. His cock is already hard, begging to sink into your warm depths. “You gonna let me fuck you? It’ll be like that video you were watching,”

You’re shaking your head, pushing at his chest as he leans down to press kisses to your neck. “C’mon, lil sis. I’m not gonna hurt ya. You trust me, right?” It’s a question that has your movements stopping, glossy eyes looking at Atsumu. He’s smiling, your big brother not showing any hint of malice. You sniffle, his thumbs swiping away the silver droplets on your cheeks.

“As long as you promise not to hurt me, okay ‘Tsumu?” You ask him, big doe eyes of innocence as you look at him. He grins and kisses your lips, licking your bottom lip. A whispered breath of ‘wouldn’t dream of it’ is all you hear before his mushroom head is pushing at your entrance. He’s just as big as Osamu, but it’s still hard to take in. You’re nice and slick, though, Atsumu notes. All from watching some incest porn, it’s almost funny to him how all you had to do was ask, no reason to hide it! Him and Osamu have been dreaming of keeping you all to themselves, there’s no reason for you to hide your desires.

Once he’s bottomed out, he doesn’t let you adjust, immediately pulling out to thrust back in. It’s sharp and rough, knocking the air from your lungs as your head gets thrown back. Atsumu’s quick to attach his lips to your neck, sucking the flesh and digging his teeth into the skin. It’s a way to show he’s claimed you, as if he doesn’t plan on coming inside. That’s his goal — mark you inside and out. With your arms above your head, grasping the pillows, there’s no reason for him to not. Licking his thumb, he presses it to your clit and flicks it, sending shockwaves through you as you scream and cream around his cock, thighs tightening around him. He’s not too far behind you, rutting against you as he paints your insides white, sending you into another orgasm, juices spraying against his abdomen.

“Lookie there! You just squirted all over me,” he chuckles, rubbing your shaking thighs. You’re overstimulated, so he doesn’t push another round. There’ll be time for that later.

A week later, you find yourself in a dilemma when your clothes won’t fit. Worried about gaining weight, you confide in your big brothers who give you a test. “Just pee on it. It’ll tell you if you’re overeating,” they said. They’ve never lied to you before! When those two lines pop up on the plastic tool, you show it to them, confused. They tell you you’re pregnant, but then comes the question. Who’s the dad? Really, does it matter? They have a lot of love to give you and they’re twins. Your child is gonna look like both of them no matter what.

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Madripoor.

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: smutty 18+, oral (m! Receiving), cursing, a lot of saliva

Summary: you meet Bucky at Sharon’s party.

The music thunderously blasts through the speakers as the party raged on. People grinding and kissing while their drinks splashed to the beat. The lights danced around the room, sprinkling around the party goers like confetti at a parade. And then there was you, totally drunk and having the time of your life.

The music ran through your body just like the alcohol you’d consumed. Madripoor was the place to be if you were looking for a good time, innocent or not so innocent. You found your way here after leaving home so many years ago. This was your place, you couldn’t imagine living anywhere else, especially after living here for so long. You’d die of boredom if you ever decided to leave.

Tonight you were at a fellow colleagues party; Sharon Carter. You ultimately came to do some business with her. She had something you wanted and you paid a hefty price to get it. Once you dealt with the matter at hand, you joined the party. Sharon danced and chatted with you but didn't have a drink herself. She told you she had business to attend to later.

Your eyesight was a little blurry when you scanned the crowd of people, but you suddenly had 20/20 vision when your eyes landed on them.

“Who are they?” You asked Sharon.

“Ah, the business I’m attending to later.” She smirked.

“Sharon!” You swatted her shoulder. “Good for you, girl.”

“Oh, God. No. Not like that. I mean, we have actual business to attend to later. You’re disgusting.” She scuffed, cringing at the idea of being with either man.

Your eyes locked with the icy blue ones that stared back at you, almost beakening you to come over. He smirked, his gaze roamed down your body, drinking in your features as you rubbed your thighs together.

“Mind if I introduce myself?” You ask, absentmindedly handing off your drink to Sharon.

“Um, sure. Go right ahead.”

The piercing blue eyes never left yours when you started walking across the dance floor to him.

“Hi.” He said flatly. You giggled, finding his grumpy demeanor kinda cute.

“Hi.” You say back, grabbing his hand. If you hadn’t lived in Madripoor for so long with all the crazy things that go on here daily, you would’ve been shocked to feel the cool metal of his hand against your palm. But you didn’t even flinch, if anything it made you want him more.

“What’s your name?” You asked, still shaking his hand.

“Ah, Winter Soldier.” He said nervously. “Yours?” “Summer Civilian.” Bucky grinned down at you, pausing the shaking of your hands and just held it there between the two of you.

“Ha ha.”

“Tell me your real name and I’ll tell you mine.” You challenge.

“I’m sort of in the middle of something- Ah, I’m undercover.” He released your hand to run his own through his hair anxiously.

“Your secret’s safe with me.” You challenge him again.

He leans in close to your ear, his hot breath fanning over your ear almost causes you to whimper, “I’m Bucky.”

You smile when he stands straight again, “I’m y/n.”“It’s nice to meet you, y/n.” He takes your hand and shakes it again.

“Same to you, Bucky.” You stand staring at one another until the other man breaks the sexual tension that’s blossoming against you and Bucky.

“I’m Sa- I mean Smiling Tiger.” He corrects.

You can’t help but to bust out laughing, “Smiling Tiger. You can’t be serious. That man is one of my biggest clients. I’m not buying that cover for one second. At least Bucky came up with a fake name.”

Bucky huffed out a laugh like sigh. The man claiming to be Smiling Tiger just rolled his eyes and walked away. You giggled staring down at your feet and back up to Bucky. He was gorgeous. He wore an all black suit that clung perfectly to his toned body. His large biceps were outlined to perfection and the pants he wore did his thighs a great justice. You wanted him and you wanted him now.

“Would you like to talk somewhere more.. private?” You asked, hanging your arms over his shoulders. You’d forgotten how drunk you were until you felt the weight of your arms on his shoulders. He didn’t seem to mind though.

“I- I shouldn’t. Like I said I’m in the middle of something right now. I have to stay where they can find me.” He gasps when your lips attach to his neck.

You smirk against his neck, “That’s fine. We can have fun right where we are.” One of your hands slides down his chest and past his toned stomach until your hand reaches its final destination on his crotch.

“Wow wow wow” he panicked and grabbed your wrist. “Are you crazy? We could get arrested for public indecency or something.”

You laughed hysterically, his innocence towards the situation made a warmth bubble up in your chest.

You lean in to him drunkenly as your fingers pad over his chest, “Bucky baby, this is Madripoor. Look around you. Everyone here is doing something that should be considered illegal. I could sink down to my knees and take you each by each in to my mouth and nobody would even blink.”

Bucky groaned at your words. You could tell he’d been deprived of sexual relations just by the way he reacted to your fingers dancing across his chest and the dirty words you spoke.

“Would you like that, Bucky? Would you like to watch me choke on your cock in front of all these people?” You ask. Your fingers made their way back down his body but found his hard cock this time. You gasped, “You would like that, dirty boy.”

“Goddammit” He cursed, pulling at your wrist again as he bulldozed through the crowd on the way to the bathroom. The door was locked when he smashed his way through. Two people had the same idea as you, they sat against the sink until Bucky ordered them to leave. With no hesitation, they ran through the now busted door. “So demanding.” You teased.

“On your fucking knees, Princess.” He ordered, latching the door.

You whimpered, “Yes, Sir.” You did as you were told, sitting on your knees in front of him while he unclasped his belt.

“You wanna suck my dick so bad,” he grunted, undoing the zipper and shimmying his pants down to his ankles. “Then you’re gonna. You're not coming up off that floor until I say. And when I’m done with your mouth, I’m gonna fuck that pretty little pussy of yours, you got that?”

“Oh, God. Yes.” You agree, pulling his underwear down his legs to release him. His cock spring free, slapping against his shirt.

Precum dripped from his tip and you whimpered. Bucky was larger than you’d expected, in length and girth. The veins of his cock pulsed in your hand when you started stroking him slowly. The tip was bright red and in need of release, which you had no problem in helping with that.

Once your lips closed around the tip, Bucky knitted his fingers into your hair and shoved his cock as far as he could down your throat. You gag as saliva collects in your mouth and runs down your chin. He pulls out and thrusts back in hard.

“This is what you want, right? To gag on my cock?” He grunts when you flick your tongue at his base. You just nod and gargle incoherent praise around him.

He starts with rough, slow thrusts, slamming in and out until your throat is nice and open for him. Then he fucks your face properly. You know by this point your makeup is completely ruined/gone due to the tears and drool running down your face.

At one point Bucky pulled out completely just to look at your fucked out state. His flesh hand roughly fingered your mouth, then smeared your own spit over your face.

“God, you’re so filthy.” He whimpered and then lined himself up with your mouth again, “You take me so well, Baby. Rub that pussy for me. Get it nice and ready for me.”

You moan against him and run your fingers over your wet folds. You insert one finger and whimper. You were soaked. Your wetness dripped down your thighs and onto the bathroom floor. You added another finger, hoping to stretch your walls enough for Bucky to glad right in. “Does it feel good, Baby?” He asked in a patronizing tone. You nodded, “Is your pussy ready for me now?”

He released you suddenly and your saliva dripped from his cock and your mouth to the floor. You’d already made such a mess of the bathroom and all you’d done was suck his cock.

“I asked you a question.”

“Yes, my pussy’s so ready for your cock.” You whine still stroking him.

He smirks down at you, grabbing your chin, “I’ll be the judge of that.” He lifts you from the floor with only his metal arm and carries you to the counter.

“Vibranium?” You ask.

“Yeah.” He answers confused as to how you’d know that.

“Nice.” You hustled for a living and vibranium was something everybody wanted. You were gonna get that arm somehow.

He sat you on the counter and positioned himself between your legs. You shimmied your dress up to your waist and lined him up to your entrance. Before he pushed in he grabbed your face and pulled you in for a bruising kiss. His lips felt warm and full against yours.

For a guy that was out of practice, his lips worked your mouth like his life depended on it. They were soft and inviting. His tongue roamed your mouth so delicately that you barely even noticed it was there. This was Bucky, the real Bucky.

He took your bottom lip between his teeth as he pushed his cock inside you. Both your moans filled the room as he bottomed out inside you. He entered you slowly before pulling out and slamming into you. You yelped when you felt him right at your hilt, the knot in your stomach twisting tighter and tighter.

“You're so deep, Bucky.” You whimpered.

“I know, Baby, I know. Just relax.” His thrusts were slower, helping you adjust. He praised you each time he bottomed out inside you, “You’re doing so good for me.” He’d say.

Once your walls relaxed around him, he picked up speed. He was holding back, you could tell, but was still pounding into you. Your hands wandered down to his ass as you coaxed him into going a little rough.

He got the hint immediately. He pulled out completely then slammed back in making your legs quiver. Then he pulled out again and flipped you over the sink. He reinserted himself and fucked you from behind. Somehow he felt even bigger in this position.

“Bucky-“ You moaned just before he brought his fingers down to your clit. “Yes- just like that. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

There was a mirror in front of you and he made eye contact with you the whole time he took you from behind.

Bucky owned you in this moment. He was marking you as his with his cock as he pounded into you. And by the way he rubbed at your clit, he was making sure you’d never find another man that fucked you like he did.

Your eyes clenched shut when the knot in your stomach was on the verge of snapping.

“Bucky, I’m- oh fuck.. I’m gonna cum.” You managed whimpered out.

“Cum for me. I’ve got you. Cum for me, Princess.” With that he picked up his pace just enough to push you over the edge. He pulled you up so your back was against his chest, driving his cock deeper inside you. You mewled as your climax peaked. Your walls clenched around him as your warm cum drenched his cock.

“That’s it, Baby. Oh, God, I can feel it, I can feel it. Give it all to me, Baby.” Bucky groaned and rubbed your clit a little more aggressively, making you jolt in his arms.

“You're gonna make me cum, too. Where do you want it?” He asks, still pounding into you.

“Let’s finish how we started, in my mouth.” He pulls out and you sink to the floor and insert him back into your mouth. You taste your wetness along with your cum as you suck him dry.

“That’s it. Just like that- fuck I’m cumming, Princess.” He groaned and stuttered his hips as he busted on your tongue. You hummed as his spend coated your tongue and throat. He had a unique taste. Cum usually didn't taste all that great but his did. He was salty and sweet, like salted caramel popcorn on Christmas.

He pulled out and collapsed on the floor next to you. You looked at each other, breathing hard and smiled.

“That was-“

“Incredible” You finished the sentence for him.

“Yeah” He chuckled.

“I guess you should get going. They’re probably looking for you by now.” You assured him.

“Yeah.” He repeated, “That was amazing, though. You were amazing. Thank you.”

You giggled, “Don't mention it.” You paused, locking eyes with each other for a moment until Bucky leaned in and kissed you again. The same softness from before that made you a little lightheaded. “Will I see you again?” You asked, breaking the kiss.

“Definitely.” He whispered, standing up now and tucking himself back into his pants.

“Good because next time that arm is mine.”

Bucky gave you a wide eyed look, “What?” He laughed.

“I want that arm, Bucky.”

He walked over towards, planting one final kiss to your lips. “You’ll get my arm, just not the way you're expecting.” He smirked before running out the bathroom door to look for the fake Smiling Tiger.

If Bucky did ever come back, you know you’ll never let him leave again.

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zukump3 · 3 years

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dad!sero

@mayah-bay-bee asked “I’ve been in the mood for some Dad!Cellophane lately. Maybe reader is the mom of his kids and he wants to make another ;)???”

warnings: aged up!sero, fluff, smut! fem!reader

a/n: dad sero cute <33

“Hisae! I told you to stop running around everywhere!” you felt yourself sigh as your two year old daughter ran up to you with a giggle. She flattened her palms and in them, you could see what looked to be miniature figures of you, Sero, her and her brother, Hiyuu. True to her name, your daughter was extremely skilled in whatever she tried, and she was finding new ways to use her taping quirk that she adopted from her father every day.

“Ooh, what’s that? That for me?” his voice rings out behind you as he takes your son from your arms. Hisae’s eyes beam as her father admires her figures, and she nods quickly at him. “They look just like us, Hisae~ wanna make some more?”

A sigh of relief leaves you once you realize what he’s doing. “Thank you,” you mouth at him as he whisks your children away on your private beach, and he only winks and blows a kiss as they walk further into the sand. Now, you can actually relax, letting your body sag in the foldable beach chair on the patio of your beach house. The sun is setting, and the slight warmth sinks into your bones, your body unwinding.

When you first announced that you were pregnant two years ago, you knew having kids would be stressful. Not only were you married to one of the top Pro Heroes of Japan, but you were quirkless. At first, you had doubts that you couldn’t do it—your kids would come out with quirks (and they definitely did) that you wouldn’t be able to handle. Yet, in that hospital room, when Sero took ahold of your hand and kissed the back of your palm, you knew you could do it.

You’d never seen a more proud dad in your life. Sero was used to being casted aside early in his career, so whenever he was able to give his kids his full attention, he did it. You couldn’t recall the amount of times you came home from work and saw tape everywhere, but you couldn’t be mad. Especially not when you saw your exhausted kids passed out on the chest of their exhausted dad, your heart warming at the view.

Your motherly instincts and skills had kicked up a notch themselves. You worked a normal, everyday job, nothing as serious as Sero’s. Because of this, you could devote a lot more time to being a mom than you expected. Your kids knew from a young age that you would always be in their life and they were loved from both parents equally. Actually, you were sure that both of you were full of too much love.

The thought of another child wasn’t something you shied away from. You accepted it, because you loved being a mother and your relationship with Sero wasn’t souring anytime soon. You closed your eyes, thinking of how you would bring it up to him, not noticing that your body took that as a sign to rest.

“Hiyuu! Don’t wake mommy.” Sero scolded his son as tape shot from his elbow and wrapped around his waist. Hiyuu stuck his tongue out at his father, making Sero roll his eyes—why was Hiyuu the one to inherit Sero’s sassiness?

The two ran into the beach house as Sero’s arms wiggled underneath you, lifting you up. The movement caused you to stir, and you awake to your long haired husband leaning down to kiss your cheek.

“Mi amor—had a good nap?” he smiled, and the sight of all those pretty teeth was enough to make you fall in love again.

“Mmm... where are they?” you asked, in reference to your kids.

“They’re going to wash up. They stink. Both of them smell like fish.” he gagged, making your chest rumble with laughter.

“Shut it,” you scolded him, but your words weren’t serious. “What if they heard you saying all that?”

“They’d agree with me!”

Your snickering continues as he sits you down, your sliding glass doors of your bedroom balcony wipe open. The sun is leaving and the moon is making her appearance, while Sero undresses you, his hands lingering long enough on your bare skin to make you peer at him.

“What?” he whispered, that deadly grin making its appearance. Your stomach flutters. “Not my fault you’re still so... mm. No wonder I put twins in you the first time~”

“Sero.” you stated, already getting a little sweaty.

“It’s true, cariño. Couldn’t get enough of ya then, why’d you think I’d finally have my fill after you had children, hmm?” He purrs, and Jesus, the way he’s talking is enough to make your pussy drip. His lips don’t leave your face and neck as those long fingers slide over your hips and grip at your ass, squeezing and fondling. His body crawls over yours, and the breeze from outside causes your nipples to perk. Your husband is quick to notice, tugging down your sundress to wrap his lips around a bud, your back arching towards him.

While he pleasures you, the thought of another baby never leaves your mind. The long haired hero touches you in all the right ways, those slim fingers burying themselves deep inside of your cunt, pressing up in the only way he knows how. He can’t get enough of your expression—how drunk on pleasure you look, running the back of his hand down your cheek.

“If those expressions don’t stop mi amor, I’ll have to put another one inside ya.” he teases, his hand pressing against your tummy.

“Do it—do it-“

“Hmm?” he raises an eyebrow, fingers slowing their pace. “You want that?”

You nod quickly, your hands reaching to grab at his biceps. His body is so perfect and slender, you can’t help but want him right now—everything he has to give.

A big grin sets on his face. “You shouldn’t have said that y/n... you know your husband can’t stop himself when it comes to you~”

“I want it.” you whimper out, pleading. “I want it-please, Hanta...”

Safe to say, your kids are very confused when their mother is “walking funny” the next day.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha x poc!reader #mha smut #bnha smut #sero hanta #sero hanta x reader #sero smut #sero fluff #sero #mha scenarios #bnha scenarios

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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Being Steve’s sister and dating Bucky 🥺❤️

(in my head the reader is his adopted sister so she could look like anything, but it doesn’t make her any less his sister! nsfw under the cut)

“he’ll kill me if he finds out”

he said that to you a lot. when he came over for date nights, when he called you while he was away on missions, when he pulled you aside into closets to make out somewhere that the others couldn’t see...

but you were always afraid they could hear. you weren’t good at keeping quiet, not with him.

“h-harder,” you whimpered as you clutched onto his shirt-- that damn red shirt that made his biceps look so good and of course you jumped his bones the moment you saw he was wearing it.

“you gotta keep quiet, sweetheart, you don’t wanna get caught do you?”

secretly, you sort of did. okay, it’s not like you really wanted one of your coworkers to walk in while another of your coworkers was railing you in a broom closet. it’s not like you really wanted your brother to find out what had been going on between you and his best friend. it’s just that you wanted to stop sneaking around, stop censoring yourself when you wanted to hold his hand or give him a quick kiss but others were around.

it was hard to hide this from them, to lie to your friends. but it was excruciating to hide it from Steve. you loved him and you hated not being able to tell him about the amazing guy you’d met who had changed everything for you.

but you knew he wouldn’t understand. he was already incredibly protective of you, but Bucky? he knew his reputation better than anyone. he loved him like a brother. this was a level of betrayal he couldn’t even comprehend.

you knew you needed to stop this before it got out of control. before you got into some feelings that you couldn’t take back... before you started something you couldn’t finish.

“please, please don’t stop,” you breathed.

...just because you knew you needed to stop didn’t mean you knew how to.

“might have to if you can’t keep it down, babydoll... bite down on me if you need to,” he offered, pressing his thumb against your lips for you to take into your mouth and suck on. you did, humming at the taste of metal on your tongue, letting your eyes fall shut and, like he’d predicted, sinking your teeth into him when he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside you.

you came around him again and again, unable to hold back as he started to grip you tighter, breathe a little heavier against your ear.

“gonna fill you up, you want it?” he purred, chuckling a little when you nodded fervently.

as his warmth spilled inside you, shivers rippled all over your body-- partially from just the feeling of it, mostly from the quiet moans that he let out as he pulled you closer.

you both took a moment to catch your breath before you zipped up your uniform and he stuffed his softening cock back into his jeans.

“do you think anyone will notice we were gone?” you wondered aloud.

“your hair’s still a little messed up,” he mumbled, using his fingers to fix it as you smiled a little.

“thanks,” you sighed, before giving him a kiss and trying not to let it linger for too long. “I’ll see you tonight?”

he nodded and opened the closet door-- and there was Steve, staring back at you with wide eyes.

“Steve!” you gasped, realizing suddenly that you definitely did not look presentable enough to ever cover up what you’d been doing in this broom closet... but you tried to save face anyways. “uh, we were just-- I was just-- Bucky was just helping me--”

“stop talking.”

you couldn’t remember the last time Steve had taken that tone with you, but it worked as your mouth clamped shut instantly. he addressed Bucky instead.

“I wish you would’ve just told me it was my sister,” Steve frowned.

“I’m sorry, man,” Bucky winced, “I really just... I didn’t know how. I knew you’d hate me for it.”

“what do you mean ‘it’ was me?” you asked nervously.

“I mean that when he told me last night that he was in love for the first time, he wouldn’t tell me who it was. and if he’d just told me it was you, I wouldn’t have had to find out via things that can’t be unheard,” Steve shuddered.

“sorry,” you mumbled awkwardly, feeling your cheeks warm with humiliation.

“and I don’t hate you,” Steve clarified to Bucky. “just know that being my best friend doesn’t exempt you from getting your ass kicked if you fuck this up.”

“and you,” Steve addressed you again, making you swallow dryly, “I thought you were smarter than to fall for this guy’s lines... but if everything he told me is true...” he sighed a little as he trailed off. “just don’t do anything stupid, alright? broom closet hook-ups definitely included.”

you nodded quickly.

“now both of you get back to work,” he frowned before walking away as quickly as he’d appeared.

“do you...” you whispered, “did you really tell him you’re in love with me?”

Bucky cleared his throat anxiously, his cheeks tinging pink as he looked to the floor. “I, uh, I think we ought to get back to work like he said. think I’ve done enough to piss him off for one day. or lifetime.”

“at least,” you rolled your eyes. “I’ll see you around, soldier. and maybe we’ll find out what I told Nat about the mystery guy I was falling for...”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fluff #bucket-barnes

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1kook · 4 years

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skirt chasers - drabble iii

this a skirt chasers drabble in case u couldn't tell uhhh here’s i and ii lol

summary; “I think the alcohol broke my amygdala. Your epidermis looks pretty today— did you use that toner I told you about?” warnings; alcohol mention, tit sucking, unprotected sex, use of the pull out method, uhh making out??? ratings; mature (18+) misc; educational abolitionist!jungkook, drunk jk, mentions of throwing up lol, jk is an anatomy frEAK, more skirts, more jk has questionable kinks wc; like barely 2k

notes; i wrote this in like 40 mins bc i couldn't stop thinking about STIMBO jk from skirt chasers and how cool he is enjoy xxxx also i barely rmr shit from anatomy bc it was the worst course of my life so pls bear with me

His first mistake is getting drinks with the boys. You like to think you know your boyfriend pretty well, know what he’s good at, where he excels, where he thrives, and well. Drinking doesn’t rank too high on the list.

Jimin calls a little past midnight. “Kook’s on the table,” he slurs into the phone, too loud and too sloppy for a Wednesday night phonecall.

“Ha?” you mumble back, rubbing your eyes until you see stars. The room is dark, practically spinning from how out of it you are. Chaeyoung is dead asleep in her room, so even whispering feels like a crime. “Where are you guys?”

Some bar on the south side of town, that strip where all the newly turned twenty-one year olds go to get wasted. Jungkook’s supposed to be studying for some big exam he has on Friday— at least, that’s what he told you —so it takes a few minutes of convincing on Jimin’s part until you’re shrugging your coat on, blindly navigating through your apartment for your keys and wallet. You briefly consider taking an Uber, but ultimately decide you’d rather get stabbed to death on a public bus so at least your family can sue the city afterwards.

Jungkook is indeed on the table, except the table has long since tipped over. So now he’s just sprawled across some dirty bar floor, puppy-soft head of curls spilling over his forehead. He’s so cute, so adorable. You want to kill him. “Up,” you command, channeling the strength of twelve football players to haul your beefy boyfriend off the ground.

“Baby,” he beams, looking at you but not actually looking at you. “I think the alcohol broke my amygdala. Your epidermis looks pretty today— did you use that toner I told you about?”

You don’t even know what that means, can’t even question him, because then Jin is angrily yelling at you to cover his tab. You pay with a stiff middle finger, flail the three dollars in your wallet at him, before sweeping away your poor damsel in distress. “You’re supposed to be studying,” you huff, can’t even be mad when he stops to throw up in a bush outside the bar. You’re so embarrassed, pretend you don’t know him as you pull up the bus times on your phone.

He’s huffy by the time you get on the bus, sniffling against your neck as he cries about his common hepatic portal vein thing— you don’t fucking know.

Chaeyoung isn’t too impressed with you when you bring him home, dump him on the couch while she steals your AirPods from your room. “Explain yourself,” you demand, and his head rolls back.

“I hate school,” he complains, slaps a hand down against his forehead. You’re certain he’s concussed himself this time. Then he’s bending over, head held between his hands. “Wanna cry.”

You sigh, kneeling in front of him. “You’re almost done,” you comfort him, hand on the back of his head. He’s so sweaty, and smells like all his friends colognes at the same time. “You’re smart, baby, you can do this.”

Your words have the opposite effect, because then he’s rocking forward childishly, nearly rams your skulls together and kills you. He’s reached the point of his insobriety where he’s too sad and huffy to think, sadly leaning against your shoulder as if that’ll somehow solve all his problems. You doubt it will, but there’s really nothing much you can when Jungkook reaches this point, so you settle on softly patting the back of his head until the fool is fucking snoring against you.

Chaeyoung blesses you with her divine retribution the next morning by using up the last of your body wash, and then you’re left to deal with a hungover Jungkook on a Thursday morning. You’re pretty sure he had a class that morning, but he wakes up too late for you to even try to convince him to still go, and then he’s moping on your couch in last night’s clothes. You’re getting ready for your internship, blouse half buttoned, pencil skirt wiggled up to your waist.

“Abolish exams,” he mutters, numbly staring at the ceiling as you wipe his face with a cleansing towelette. He doesn’t seem remotely interested in the shower or the pancakes you made, which lets you know this is a much more serious issue than just a drunken episode. “Aren’t they stupid?” You nod. “Sure, test me on every damn thing we’re learning right now as if science isn’t always changing and I’ll have to keep learning anyway.”

He looks over at you, under-eye bags absolutely horrendous. “Tests are stupid,” you agree, and it seems to be exactly what he wants to hear as he sinks into your arms, face buried in your chest. “Too stupid for smarty-pants Jeon Jungkook.”

Jungkook groans, flops over you on the couch all smelly and gross. “They test you for memorization and not comprehension,” he adds, finally wiggling out of his stinky clothes.

With Jungkook, you can never tell where things are going. One minute he’s cursing the education system and the next he’s kissing along your neck in his rambling fury. “As if I these materials will somehow become nonexistent once I’m working,” he huffs, hands on your thighs. Your breath hitches in your throat, fingers digging into his biceps as he mindlessly kisses down the valley between your breasts. “Shit’s so fucking stupid,” he spits, bunching your skirt around your waist.

“Jeon—“

“I’m just trying to be a fuckin’ pediatrician, for fuck’s sake,” he growls, hastily undoes the front buttons on your blouse. Your black bra comes into view, heart pounding in your chest as Jungkook makes quick work of reaching behind and undoing it, pushing it away, and cupping your breasts in his palms. He guides one of your legs around his waist, tucks it around him as he gets to work raining down kisses on your tits. “So pretty, doll,” he murmurs, pretty pink lips leaving smooches down your chest.

You bite down on your lip, watch through hazy eyes as those big doe eyes flick up at you, tongue swirling around your nipple. “N— Not tired anymore?” you pant, hands in his hair. It’s still dry and knotted from last night’s adventures, but you don’t mind. Not when Jungkook’s hard cock is flush against your thigh.

“Nah,” he confirms, rolling his hips forward against your core. Oh he was horny horny this morning. Or was he angry horny? You don’t care, either way you were winning. “I serenaded you last night, y’know?”

You snort, but it morphs into a whimper when he captures your rock hard nipple between his perfect teeth. “Not a serenade,” you whimper, fingernails running along his scalp, “if I’m not there.”

Jungkook leans back, lets you breathe for a second as he unbuckles the front of his pants, jeans pulled down around his thighs. And of course he’s hard as fuck by now; this was Jeon Jungkook you were dealing with. He could get it up and going in two seconds flat at the mere sight of your collarbones. “You were there,” he insists, capturing your hand in his all romantic like until you’re flustered and shaking him off. He levels you with a cheesy grin, presses your palm against his chest. “Here.”

You gag. “That’s disgusting.”

Jungkook laughs, all squeaky and airy because he’s never given a fuck about looking cool in front of you. His next words only prove your point. “Why? Don’t like being nestled against my left lung and esophagus, all sexy like?”

You roll your eyes, tug your panties aside to give him a full view of what his dorky anatomical talk has done to you. “Dick me down or go away,” you say, pointer finger nudging his chin up when he stares too long

He snaps his teeth at you, almost bites your finger, the fuckin’ weirdo. “Sassy today,” he teases, presses the tip of his cock against you. Both of you groan, watch as he glides himself up and down your folds, angry mushroom head pushing against your clit. “Always so wet for me,” he mumbles shakily, eyes zeroed in on your wet folds and how slick they feel against him. “Didn’t stretch you out again.”

“Yo— You’re mean about that anyway,” you pant, pulling him closer by those firm ass cheeks of his. “I can tell when you’re using me as a reference model.”

Jungkook gasps as if he’s genuinely scandalized by your claim, follows your wordless command and finally lines himself up with your quivering entrance. “I’m a hands-on learner,” he offers, his cheeky smile still on his face until he finally sinks into you and his features twist up all pretty. “Your pussy’s just so pretty, baby,” he grunts, hand on your hip.

Your face feels warm, from the pleasure that rolls over your body and the vulgarity of his words. “Shush now,” you say, try to sound strict and in command, but he’s got his other hand cupping your jaw, looking at you like you’re a goddess and not some dorky college student in their even dorkier internship uniform.

“Temptress,” he mumbles, pushes past your clenching lips until he’s flush against you, your walls spasming around his cock because he just feels so good. “Tried to sneak past me in that tiny skirt.” He draws back, lets his swollen head catch at the entrance before sliding back in, pace slow and sensual, too intimate for some random Thursday morning. “Little doll just needs to be fucked in the morning, doesn’t she?” A pitiful whimper catches in your throat, eyes rolling to the back of your head with every glide of his dick back inside of you.

“N- Not my fault you have naughty eyes,” you whimper, hand coming up to bite at your knuckles as Jungkook continues to fuck you so sweetly. “Fuck.”

Jungkook ducks over you, wavy hair tickling your forehead as his hot breath fans across you. Smells like the mouthwash you made him take and hints of last night’s alcohol. “Can’t help it,” he husks, capturing your lips in his. Sloppy and wet, tongue clashing with yours as he guides you along, hips slowing to rhythmic ruts that have you moaning after each roll.

A few drawn-out thrusts later and you’re coming, body so sensitive this early in the morning, and it certainly doesn’t help that Jungkook looks like that (sweaty and worn, dark eyes watching you writhe beneath him). Surprisingly, it takes him a few more rushed thrusts before he follows, barely managing to pull out in time before his sparkling cum is splattering over your tummy and the skirt bunched around it. “No,” you whine, melting into the couch. “Jeon, this is my only one,” you complain, rubbing a hand over your eyes as if that’ll somehow make your legs work again enough to push him off.

Jungkook says nothing as he tucks himself back into his boxers, chest heaving from exertion as he crashes back onto the couch. “Liar,” he responds after a moment, out of breath and half asleep again. He’s still technically hungover. Hand lazily drawing circles on your knee as you sit up, wiggling your skirt back down. He gives you this indecipherable look. “I hid the other one under your dresser.”

You smack his arm. “Why the hell would you—“

He tackles you back into the couch, presses the stain into your skirt. It must feel gross against his naked tummy, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to care. “Makes me too horny,” he announces, pout pressed against your neck. “I had a teacher fantasy the other day. Did I tell you?” You roll your eyes, resigning yourself to this new life squashed beneath your boyfriend. “You were my high school anatomy teacher and I failed, so you made me stay after school for supplemental lessons—“

“That’s an abuse of power,” you point out, back to carding your hands through his now sweaty and greasy hair. “And you would never fail an anatomy class, that’s literally your comfort area of study.”

“Listen,” he stresses, lifts his head until he’s peering at you with these humongous Bambi eyes. “You spanked me and—“

“Go get my skirt.”

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