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little-miss-dilf-lover · 5 months

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nsfw idea😙 tangerine sees reader in the bath using the shower head……

dude ive had this idea and wanted to write this for so long !! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌 as im about to post this, JUST saw there’s a tangerine in front of the candle on the left ??!? how fitting

HELPING HAND

tangerine x female reader

word count. 819

warnings. 18+ only!! shower head as stimulation, tan helps bc he’s so bf, light choking (just throat holding) he can’t help himself and finishes in his boxers🫠 mdni

You were in the bath, one leg hooked over the top of the tub, the other bent at the knee, hand in between gripping onto the shower head - directing the water at that sensitive, little, sweet spot.

You've been at it for a little while now, growing more and more frustrated at the constant growing and disappearance of your orgasm. Your forearm was beginning to ache, and your knee started to seize up - like everything in your body was telling you to stop, but you were finally starting to feel something - it was starting to feel good again. That was all until your hand moved so so slightly, knocking the water flow away from your needy clit.

There's a faint knock at the bathroom door, Tangerine on the other side growing concerned at your unusually long shower.

"Darlin'? Ya'right?"

You clear your throat, propping yourself up slightly. "Yeah," you reply, though it doesn't sound as you planned - it comes out more whiney, frustrated.

"Don't sound it," he dismisses, tapping at the handle. "Can I come in? Need'ta get my deodorant."

You hesitate, looking down at yourself - laying in an empty bath, shower head hitting between your thighs. It wasn't hard to figure out what you were doing.

"Nothin' I ain't seen before," he says, his words trailing to a halt when he sees the lewd image of you in front of him. "Fuck."

Immediately, you grow embarrassed - almost ashamed at the vulnerable and compromising he caught you in. You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out. Instead, you just duck lower into the tub, like you were hiding - trying to shield yourself from his intense gaze.

He makes his way closer, stilling once your whole frame is in view again.

"Don't stop on my account," he murmurs, his voice losing its usual tone of conviction - growing hoarse at the sight of you. "Keep goin', love."

You meet his eye line, watching how quickly they flicker over you, like they were overwhelmed by the view - raking over your wet, quivering body. You hold his gaze as he lowers to the floor, kneeling beside you in the tub.

He extends an arm towards you, hand reaching for your face. He brushes his thumb over your bottom lip, swiping over the flesh - focusing on you with half-lidded eyes. "Want me to help?"

You eagerly nod your head, immediately agreeing. You were far too frustrated to turn down his offer, so you submit, passing him the showerhead.

He situates himself on the side of the tub facing you, one hand lightly holding the base of your throat, the other between your thighs, angling the water at your clit.

You instantly cry out at the contact, already feeling more than you have for the last thirty minutes. It felt so much better with Tan's help, his grounding palm on your damp skin, and his other continuing to hit the water at that little, swollen nub ever so perfectly.

Your eyes screwed shut, but he remained focused on you - eyes drifting to your heaving chest, over to your hand clutching at the side of the tub, back down to your thighs where they started to shudder; everything was just so erotic, unlike anything he had ever seen before.

"It's right there, right there— please don't move. I feel it again. There— god," you mindlessly mutter, cutting yourself off with a staggered breath.

"I won't, darlin'," he whispers, sharply inhaling when he feels the impossible strain in his boxers - his cock begging to be touched. "I won't."

You focus on the airy feeling in your lower tummy, concentrating on that fuzzy sensation spread further as you approach your ever-lasting buildup.

You cry out, harshly moaning as you reach your intense high - chest heaving, stomach jittering, thighs clamping together as you attempt to rid his hand.

"Jus'a bit more," he murmurs. "That's it."

You're a jolting, spasming mess, mewling out against the almost overstimulating feeling, swatting his hand away. "No more, no more," you breathe out, slumping into the tub in a state of near-exhaustion. "I— fuck."

He softly groans, feeling the head of his cock twitch against the fabric, twinging as he coats the inside of his boxers in a layer of warm cum.

Only this time, it was you watching him - gawking at the way he came untouched, purely by the sight of you.

"Did—" you start, eyes wide as you peer up at him. "That was the hottest thing I have ever seen."

He exhales, cheeks faintly flush as he stands. "Couldn't help it," he breathes, raking through his curls. He picks up his deodorant from the side and turns to face you, a soft smile spreading as he reaches for the door handle. "You're the only girl that's made me jizz my pants like that."

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no taglist as don't want to spam

#request #tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine bullet train #tangerine smut #tangerine x fem!reader #tangerine x you #tangerine fanfiction

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madame-fear · 1 year

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Thought time

Jace definitely pouts and sulks when you don’t pay attention to him, like if you’re together in his chambers, you’re doing whatever snd jace is sitting on his bed letting out various sighs to try and grab your attention.

You, of course, can hear them getting significantly louder, but find it’s fun to ignore him for a while. I think jace never outright tells you he wants attention or is feeling clingy, but if you know him well enough it’s always very obvious.

Once he realises the signing is getting him nowhere he starts making offhand comments.

“Sigh… if only there was someone who could come play with my hair here… sigh…” or “hmm, I sure am lonely here, all alone…”

And if you keep ignoring him he keeps getting saying more and more until he just says, “oh please, just come pay attention to me”

-💕

HAHAHAH OML YES

Jace will invite you to his chambers only so you can focus on him, and not on Luke trying to catch your attention by starting conversations with you, or the little ones dragging you to play with them. Sounds a bit possesive? Yes, but that's because he feels over the moon when you focus solely on him, and he longs to feel that attention from you all the time. 🥺

You, of course, say yes in a heartbeat when he invites you to spend time with him — not only because he's your partner, but as well, because he will give you the puppy eyes to convince you.

You know Jace wants to spend time with you by your side, plus that he just wants you to smother him with love and affection. So, knowing his usual neediness that he doesn't usually outright expresses, you take a book with you to read while you're together, merely to tease him. And the second he sees you entering through the door of his chambers, his eyes will glint with excitement, naïvely thinking you've brought a book with you to read to him, already imagining the scenario of resting his head on your lap while you read and play with strands of his silky hair.

But, the second you simply greet him and go sit by the window with your book and... kind of do your own thing, not minding him while he had already thrown himself on bed prepared to be showered in attention, he will be confused. His eyes will be fixed on you while you read, and awaits for you to notice him for once! He will wait, and wait, and wait.

5 minutes pass,

then, 7 minutes...

10 minutes...

15 minutes, and he will already feel the desperation taking over him; very, very dreadfully. For Seven Hells, quit reading that silly book, NOTICE HIM!!!!

And right there, the frustrated sighs will escape, growing continously louder and more intense. Which, of course, seeing him there all needy and desperate for attention and sighing makes it nearly impossible for you to hide a broad smile from appearing on your lips, notoriously quivering as you try containing a chuckle from coming out. Oh, how fun it was to ignore Jacaerys Velaryon simply to tease him.

Clearly the intense, loud sighing didn't work. You leave him no other option, but to hint to you his neediness verbally.

*sigh* “ah, if only there was someone that could come and play with my hair...” *dramatic sigh*

Nothing. Clearly, you're playing hard to get. Which, this makes him puff out a frustrated sigh, and keep making... slight (not so slight) remarks.

*LOUD SIGH* “this loneliness is killing me in here...” *dramatically laying on the bed, waiting for you.* “that's bad, i can only imagine.” you retort.

GOD DAMN IT WOMAN STOP MAKING IT SO HARD. YOUR LACK OF ATTENTION IS SLOWLY KILLING HIM.

He'd make some other few remarks, and you coldly respond them mindlessly — though, with a quivered, wide grin threatening to appear on your lips. It's hard for you to ignore him and leave him there all alone and needy, but it's entertaining to see him slowly going insane from lack of affection.

A few more huffs were heard, no remarks, until he said nothing for some good, long seconds.

“oh, please, come pay attention to me, i'm begging you!” jace turned around to look at you, notoriously growing tired of being ignored. An outburst of chuckles and giggling escaped your lips at his desperate pleading. “that's all i needed to hear, jacey.” you teased.

Jace will be outraged at your response. SO YOU HAD TO MAKE HIM BEG UNTIL YOU CAME AND GAVE SOME ATTENTION TO HIM????

You toss your book aside, and practically you throw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and filling his face with tons of kisses — an ear-to-ear grin plastered on your lips as he tried to seem annoyed, though he couldn't help but intensely and warmly blush, plus smile at your affection.

“you're a needy one, aren't you, eh?” you kept teasing, while you didn't left a single spot of his face without being kissed; your hands going to the back of his head to be interwined with his hair... which he so adored the feeling your fingers around his hair gave him.

Yes, he is needy, only for your attention. And he absolutely loves feeling like he is the only person in the world when he is with you.

Though it frustrates him a ton the way you tease him by ignoring his need of attention, he will absolutely love it when you finally give in to his pleading and go to him and shower him with all your love — even if he has to beg for it for you to quit the teasing.

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heeliopheelia · 1 year

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― 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒

𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆:

‪‪♥︎ forgetting/losing the wedding ring (f)

‪♥︎‬ safe word (m)(f)

‪‪♥︎‬ hyung line as one night stands (m)

‪‪♥︎‬ fucking in public (m)

𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒍 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒗𝒅

Open me up, tell me you like it Fuck me to death, love me until I love myself There's a tunnel under Ocean Boulevard

𖹭 pairing: fuckboy! sunghoon x fem! reader

𖹭 genre: angst, fluff, smut, strangers to lovers au

Sunghoon looks at you, stunned. You can't really believe that, can you? Heart pounds in his chest and suddenly he feels the most distressed he's ever been in his entire life. He just doesn't know what to do.

"Are you really asking me that shit? You can't actually think that," he nearly scoffs, dying inside as he just realizes how terrible he is at expressing his feelings.

He hates himself for the pain he's causing you and in an attempt to fix that, he takes a step towards you. He's painfully humbled when you move backwards, avoiding his touch at all cost. Ignoring the hurt look on his face, you avert your gaze away from him.

"I do love you, YN."

Your blurry eyes scan the messy living room, desperately trying to focus on anything else before you start weeping like a goddamn child. Ironically, as your eyes land on the couch that the two of you have spent hours on last night, you feel the first tear drop down your cheek.

𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅

The time is right, your perfume fills my head The stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue And then I go and spoil it all By saying somethin' stupid like, "I love you"

𖹭 pairing: jake x fem! reader

𖹭 genre: fake dating au, best friends to lovers au, fluff, slight angst

"Please, please, don't slip up, Jaeyun," you nearly beg on your knees, earning an amused look from him. "If we fuck up now, it's over for me. I won't be able to show my face to my family in the nearest ten years in the future."

"So dramatic and for what!" He laughs and you shove him in the ribs. "Why are you doubting my acting skills? I've been pretending to like you for more than a decade. I should be getting an Oscar, on God."

You mockingly beam at his smiling face. "Ha, you're so funny! You should become a comedian instead."

"Yeah, maybe that's a good idea. With you as a friend I'd never run out of jokes material."

𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆

You glare at him one last time before putting on a fake smile and dragging him with you in the direction of the chattering voices.

Never before has someone been more Unforgettable in every way And forevermore, that's how you'll stay

𖹭 pairing: heeseung x fem! reader

𖹭 genre: friends to enemies to lovers au, barista au, angst, fluff

"I thought you wanted it this way," Heeseung says, eyebrows raised in confusion. He looks down at the mug in his hand then places it on the counter next to you.

"And where did you get that idea from?" You huff with annoyance but nonetheless pull the coffee closer. The very familiar scent flows into your nostrils almost immediately and you try your best not to show the excitement on your face.

"Well, that's how you liked it five years ago," he replies smoothly and quirks his eyebrow up. "Judging by your expression, nothing changed since then."

You send him a mocking smile, a grimace almost really, and stand up from the stool to walk away from him as quickly as you can so that he doesn't notice the tips of your ears burning with red.

"A lot has changed since then," you point out and pass him without sparing him another look.

𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏

If you dance I'll dance And if you don't I'll dance anyway Give peace a chance Let the fear you have fall away

𖹭 pairing: sunghoon x fem! reader

𖹭 genre: zombie apocalypse au, angst, fluff, smut, strangers to lovers au

His thumb strokes the soft skin on your knuckles mindlessly. He hasn't let go of your hand ever since you got off his back. He's worried — you know it. Like he's said many times before, he's no medic. Neither of you knows how to take care of your ankle properly but for now it seems to be growing better, stronger.

You often wonder of how Sunghoon was before the world collapsed. Was he more cheerful? Was he a free spirit? Was he carefree or reserved? Was he always this gloomy? You wish you could learn the answers but all of that is in past right now. You always take as much as you can from the peeks of Hoon's old personality whenever he's feeling playful or teases you, but that's all you can get. There's no point of reminiscing of the past that will never come back. You're both different people now, no matter how much you love to push this thought out of your mind.

"Are you happy?" You ask as you walk past the gas station.

𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍

"You make me happy," he answers without missing a beat. You squeeze his hand comfortingly, hoping you can get a few more emotions out of him. "I don't know if I feel happy with how my life's turned out to be, but you're with me now, so that makes the entirety of it half better."

Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul? I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will

𖹭 pairing: stable boy! jay x princess! reader

𖹭 genre: royal au, forbidden love au, angst, fluff

You did that to him.

It's all because of you.

"Jay," you whisper with throat clenched so tight, it hurt to speak. You should've ran out of tears a long time ago but here you are again, a sobbing mess in front of his shaking body. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry."

He weakly raises his hand up and covers your palm with his. "I'm fine. It's gonna be fine."

You can't help but only cry harder, knowing well you're not the one who's supposed to be comforted at the moment. In the corner of your eyes you notice a small group of other servants running to the both of you. You spot Heeseung in the middle of them and you cry out in helplessness.

"Please, help him," you stumble out. Heeseung looks at you with wide eyes, visibly petrified with the sight in front of him. You see the shock painting on the other two maids' pale faces. You sob out desperately, "Please."

#works in progress #enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #hope you're guys as excited for them as i am!!

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just-sarah--things · 9 months

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Alex and Henry fic prompt:

Henry references having shagged other famous boys. Once he’s been publicly outed the press and fan accounts become pretty convinced he was once secretively involved with a pop star and some of his most famous songs about love, heartbreak and sex were inspired by Henry. Alex gets self conscious listening to the old songs that are more explicit about what people assume is Henry’s body and sex life thinking that this pop star was a better lover than Alex himself because Henry is the only man he’s really been with. Alex says Henry is the best sex he’s ever had but isn’t sure if the same is true for Henry with him

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“Once unsuccessfully” These words have been floating around Alex’s head since the moment Henry had said them, and now Alex was finally ready to find out who.

“Hen, just tell me already.” Alex begs “Does it really matter Alex?” “No” he huffs “But I am curious” Alex looks at Henry with a big grin. This gets Henry to look up from his book, “Alex all that matters is that I love you and you are my life now.” “What if I guess.” Alex proposes Henry rolls his eyes and returns to his book “Sam Smith” “Robbie Williams” “Tom Daley” “James Blunt” “Lewis Gibson” Henry keeps his eyes focused on his book but continues to shake his head no that is until “Harry Styles” Henry Looks up and is frozen in place, he can’t believe that Alex actually started guessing and guessing correctly nonetheless. “No Fucking way” Alex mutters “It doesn't really matter Alex.” Henry States returning to his book. They spend the rest of the night lazing around the brownstone. Henry reading away and Alex trying to study but his mind can only focus on one thing. His Henry with Harry Styles. The next morning Alex wakes up earlier than Henry and decides he needs a run to clear his head. He mindlessly scrolls through Spotify to listen to during his run. His thumb lingers over the “This is Harry Styles” Playlist he hits shuffle and starts his run. He listens to the first couple songs without really thinking about it, that is until the song Golden starts playing . And when the lyric “I know that you're scared because hearts get broken” blares through his airpods. He knows this is about his Henry, or should he say Harry’s Henry. Alex shakes this thought and continues to run. Before he knows it he is listening to the lyrics again and hears the song Kiwi and can’t help but think about Henry and the lyric “and all the boys saying they were into such a pretty face on a pretty neck… hard candy dripping on me till my feet are wet, and now he’s all over me…” and the next song that plays only makes Alex more self conscious about his performances in bed. Only Angel is now playing and he can only Imagine Mr. Styles writing the lyric “That he's gonna be an angel, just you wait and see

When it turns out he's a devil in between the sheets And there's nothing he can do about it.” Alex has had it with this Harry Styles Bullshit. He is running as fast as he can back to the brownstone. Just as he is coming up the walkway to the house one last song catches his attention. Falling now floats softly through his ears as he takes a seat on the front stoop. The opening lyric stops him dead in his tracks. “I'm in my bed, And you're not here, And there's no one to blame but the drink in my wandering hands.” And in that instant Alex realizes that Mr. Styles cheated on Henry, Sweet Perfect Loving Henry, his Henry. And while some of his insecurities slip away because he knows he will never want anyone but Henry and if he did change his mind he would never in a million years think about cheating on him. When Alex walks in he sees Henry is up, already reading his book and sipping on some tea. Alex gives him a kiss on the head and mutters something about running to clear his head and that he needs to shower. Henry decides not to ask to join him and just nods in agreement knowing he will be back soon. Soon turns into ten minutes, then twenty, then thirty, forty five and at the Hour mark Henry goes to investigate. When he walks in the bedroom he sees Alex blankly staring at the ceiling and dried tears on his cheeks, and he knows something is bothering Alex but he isn't sure how to breach the subject. At first he leans in the doorway fiddling with his ring just waiting to see if Alex will notice his presence. When he doesn't Henry clears his voice and Alex is startled to see him there. Alex is Confused all over again. How can someone as wonderful as Henry go from being with (dating? he wonders) Harry Styles to just Alex plain old Alex.

“Hi” Henry finally mutters, breaking the silence between each of them.

“I think we need to talk,” Henry says. Alex just nods because what can he say. How can he compete with him?“I have a feeling I know what's on your mind but, can you please let me in that beautiful head of yours?” “How are you even satisfied with me? I hardly knew who I was when our relationship started let alone know what I was doing in our bedroom. How can I compete with someone who called you a devil in the sheets. How do you want plain old Alex when you can have a world famous pop sensation or anyone for that matter.” “Oh Alex, You are not just some plain old Alex. You are Alex Clairmont-Diaz, a mouthful, but you are mine and I wouldn’t change a thing.” “But-” Alex starts “No buts, I am flattered you think those songs are about me, and maybe they are but I only know for a fact that one of them is.” “Is it-” “I walked in on him, he was with someone else.” Henry finishes “Baby, I am so sorry.” “That’s what makes you more than just Alex, you have honesty, honor, and integrity. And to me that means more than what any super star can provide. Plus you are the best I’ve ever been with.” “How so?” Alex questions “It's different when you are with someone you love and someone that loves you back.”

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cognitosclowns · 2 years

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so i was thinking about AB begging but then i remembered im a sub so like... can you write hcs for AB making YOU beg?? hhhhhh i want him to take control of meeee

GRKKRKRK <333 YES YES OFC I CAN

NSFT BELOW, MINORS DNI

SO LIKE,, IN VAGUE RELATION?? PREPARATORY :

Praise kink <3 he has a praise kink - not in the traditional way of He Wants To Be Told Directly That He's Doing Well (i.e Brett smdns), no he wants the Implied Praise.

Seeing your hands scramble on his clothes to yank him closer. Your fists thumping on the bed bc There Are So Many Good Sensations And You Need To Get The Energy Out Or You'll Lose Your Mind. Instinctive things

AND YES, THE STAR OF THE SHOW, BEGGING <333

Like the first few times you two have sex, his goal definitely isn't to make you beg. <3 he wants his darling human to feel as good as you make him feel

BUT THE FIRST TIME YOU,, RASP OUT A LITTLE 'please' when you get close?? Oh Lord Does That Stir Up Some Feelings <3

IT DEFINITELY EVOLVES FROM THERE THOUGH?? 'please' is too easy - someone can say that mindlessly. He wants full sentences <3333 a complete focus on him and how badly you need him <3!!! <333 EGO BOOST OF THE CENTURY

Making you repeat back phrases to beg, asking you very specific questions about what you're liking best, give him Five Reasons Why He Should Let You Cum Or He's Going To Stop <3

he wants to be able to see you trying to get your brain cells to cooperate!!

HIS FAVORITE PART IS WHEN YOU START SPEAKING NONSENSE <333

like,, that point where you're So Overstimulated That Language Stops Altogether?? You're just crying and nodding and,, vaguely getting out some syllables?? <3333333333333333 the high he gets is unparalleled. The stupid, fucked-out look on your face drives him <33333333 BATSHIT

When you get to that point it's a 50/50 on if he'll Demand You To Answer His Question, just to hear your noises some more.

OR if he's feelin,, softer, he might start murmuring for you to hush <33 and let yourself enjoy it - you've done enough, let him take care of you <3

UHHH nobody saw this post <333 not a soul <33 none of you <33

#RKGRKGKRKGKKGKG #i apologize SINCERELY to everyone who made the choice of following me smdnsmd #GOD AB JUST <333 DOES SMTH TO MY BRAIN I GUESS HUH #SMNDSMD GOOD NIGHT DETROIT #NSFT #MINORS DNI #ALPHA-BETA #ROBOTUS ALPHA-BETA #alpha-beta x reader #robotus alpha-beta x reader #GKRKRGK <333 #<333 side note he likes to pretend he's all Big n Strong but the second you drape your arms around his shoulders and beg against his ear???#ZERO COMPOSURE <333 #*sprinkles extra hcs in the tags for ppl who read through these* its like a reward #idk if i quite explained his Specific Flavor Of Beggin That He Likes Correctly #like he doesn't just want you begging mindlessly he wants you TRYING TO FOCUS. he wants every shred of attention on him.#<333 bc like sure anyone can ramble 'please' but.. hearing you trying to form full-fledged reasons as to why you deserve to c/um??? YEA #YEAYEAYEA THATS HIS FUCKING JAM.#<3333 all AI's have praise k/inks i don't make the rules #ALL OF EM. NONE ARE EXEMPT #IVE NEVER SEEN AN AI/ROBOT WHO DIDN'T HAVE A PR.AISE K.INK #UHHHHH THATS IT GOODBYE HAVE A LOVELY NOIGHTE

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gwilymz · 5 years

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ohh man im all up for virgin sub bri, i was thinking like you're making out in his dorm couch and then you end up riding him real good, but you guys forget the condom and he doesn't really know how to pull out on time and cums in you ok bye.

Being Brian’s neighbor was a bit exhausting; the whole dynamic of the flat next door was odd, to say the absolute least. The four of them were undeniably different, and there was always some sort of bickering echoing over the dry-wall plastered walls that proved to be much thinner than you had previously thought. It was always something about Freddie’s singing in the shower–which they insisted was good but utterly annoying at twelve-thirty–or Roger’s incessant mess-making that left the floor covered in a film of silk clothing. It was a rivalry almost; Roger and Freddie were the instigators, while Deaky and Brian were the mediators, always attempting to extinguish the smoldering fire that they only seemed to rekindle over and over again.

You weren’t sure about the four of them; they were quite enigmatic and contradictory. But you knew a few facts about each of them: that Deaky was a cutie, but had a definite mean-streak. Freddie was a puppeteer onstage, but could be very introverted off of it. Roger was a womanizer, his fingers always laced in those of a doe-eyed girl who he would never speak to again. And Brian–you knew the most about Brian. That he was exceptionally smart and a fantastic, alluring guitar player. He was tall, a bit shy, but could be a pistol if you nudged at him just right. But most of all, you knew you wanted to fuck his brains out.

There was something so magnetic about his lengthy legs perpetually sheathed in a veil of velvet. The way his knobby knees looked underneath the fabric, and his sharp jawline that was sometimes peppered with day-old stubble. His hair was perfectly imperfect, nestled into waves that intermittently coiled into tight curls, but only sometimes. His lips were plump, his eyes dipped in honey. He was sweet and had an innocent aura about him that made your knees weak when he knocked on your door and mumbled to ask if he could borrow some sugar. He’d occasionally pad over to your flat to apologize for how rambunctious the other three were being if they got shitfaced after a gig. Much to your delight, it was becoming commonplace for Brian to sleep on your couch when they were being particularly annoying, and you always cherished seeing his lips parted, teeth barely showing as he snored softly to cut the crisp morning air. His har would always fan over his cheekbones and you would sometimes push it away from his eyes and sit on the arm of the couch to peck the tops of his cheekbones, glowing from a thin veil of sweat.

You and Brian had gotten friendly, and you were itching for your friendship to teeter onto something a bit more serious. So you were more than ecstatic when Brian rapped on your door with a quite heavy fist, a bit uncharacteristic of him.

Opening the door, you yawned. Brian was dressed in some fleece sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt, his hair a bit frizzy, the remnants of his earlier shower. He smelled musky and a bit sweet, and his eyes were tired and a little sunken in and he looked more sultry, and the epitome of effortlessly attractive. He held a glow on his cheeks that was ethereal.

“Wanna watch some Stanley Kubrick films with me? A Clockwork Orange is on in a few.” He asked, nervously rubbing his palm over his elbow.

You nodded, eyes becoming drawn to the slight bulge in his sweatpants; you could tell he wasn’t wearing any underwear and you felt a warmth liquify in your bloodstream as you walked to his flat, just a few steps away.

Brian sweetly offered you a snack and a drink, and usually you would ask for some wine or something to take the edge off–to take the nerves off–but it was barely eleven in the morning.

“Where’re the musketeers?” You asked, using your and his coined nickname for the three men.

Brian settled next to you, his eyes heavy as he squinted a bit to focus his sleepy eyes on the small television in front of you. You mindlessly rubbed circles onto his kneecap, feeling the raised hills of the bone. Your hand felt up further, your nail catching a bit on a snagged part of his pants, and his breath seemed to do the same, snagging in his raw throat.

But you continued to watch the movie, breathing softly but only because you were both trying so hard to do so. You wanted Brian’s hands all over you; looking at his fingers nervously tapping along the fabric of the couch was making your legs press together, your senses heightened simply because of some white nail polish streaked onto his fingernails.

Brian broke the silence, but blanketed the tension in the air in yet another suffocating layer. “Do you want more water?” The question was innocent enough, but the way his pupils were dilated, lips drawn open and jaw just a bit tensed seemed to scream anything but innocence.

You didn’t know where it came from. It was as if your subconscious was digging her claws into your stomach and drawing out your desires–not that this one was too hard to wriggle out of you.

“Can I kiss you?” You asked, your hands braced on his thigh as you peered at him through your eyelashes.

He only nodded, hands fisted in the couch cushion below him as you climbed onto his lap, legs thrown on either side of his own thighs. You felt his cock stiffening from underneath you and you smirked a bit, shifting your position on top of him to give him a bit of friction, to seem innocent, unintentional.

“You’re such a pretty boy,” You moaned into your first kiss with him, your hands against his cheeks as your tongue nudged through his pillowy lips, plump and peachy. He whimpered and played with the ends of your hair, apprehensive with the movement of his tongue, although skilled enough to continually part your lips so he could stroke his tongue over your own. Sweet whines pored through your sweaty skin and dribbled through your bloodstream, straight to your core. His sounds were desperate, innocent, cute even.

Grabbing his jaw, you looked into his eyes, blown wide, and sucked on his bottom lip just a bit to pull another noise from his scratchy throat. “Pretty, pretty boy. You like being called that, baby?” You asked, hands trailing down his chest.

“Mhm. Feels good.” He admitted, gasping as your lips attached to his neck, nibbling over his skin until blossoming bruises blanketed the skin.

Now, his cock was rock hard, throbbing beneath his sweatpants as your thigh grazed over his stiff shaft. You traced a finger over his length and glanced up, testing the waters. He muttered a yes please before you continued, rubbing your palms over his cock and listening to his little mewls that were becoming addictive to your ears.

You continued to kiss him, hands threaded in his hair as you settled on rocking your pussy against him instead–he seemed to like that a lot more. Whimpers and almost imperceptible moans turned into quasi-groans as you yanked his sweatpants down, just enough so his cock sprang out, slapping against his lower stomach. He was extremely well-endowed; there was a bit more length than girth but he wasn’t lacking in either category. Throbbing veins fed into each other and feathered off as your eyes followed upwards to his head, which was a flushed pink and wet from some pre-cum.

“I’m a virgin–” He added, watching your thumb rub over his tip to collect some pre-cum as you stroked him leisurely, pushing your underwear to the side.

“Oh baby. So fucking precious and innocent.” You cooed, pressing kisses to his jaw as you rocked your clothed pussy against him; now only your thin panties separated you from him. “Do you wanna stop?” You asked, seriously.

He shook his head fervently. “No–please fuck me. I’m so hard for you.” He pulled down the collar of your shirt as you thumbed the hem of his own.

You didn’t say another word as you basically tore Brian’s shirt over his head and then rid yourself of your own, throwing them behind you. Brian was enamored by your tits, looking up at you a bit teasingly with a genuinely innocent look as he tongued your nipples and squeezed your breasts carefully.

You jerked him off slow enough that some pre-cum spurted from the tip, and you used that as some much needed lube–along with your spit. Brian’s eyes rolled back when you wrapped your wet hands around his cock and stroked him; he could feel your soft hands hugging every ridge of his cock and he wanted so desperately to feel himself deep inside your cunt. But as you lifted your hips to sink down on him, he remembered.

“I don’t have a condom–I think Rog might have some but–”

“I’m on the pill,” You mustered, sinking down on his cock until he was fully inside you, balls deep. Brian let out a projected moan, eyes fluttering shut as he gripped onto the couch cushions he was leaning against. “You’re so big fuck–feel how deep your cock is, baby? That’s all you.” You pressed his hand over your lower belly, where you could feel the head of his dick was nudging.

He groaned and bit his lip, one of his hands held over your lower belly, the other resting on your ass as you ground your hips on him, your clit rubbing against his pelvis.

“Look at you, Brian. Fucking me raw your first time–” You admired, grabbing his face and kissing him hotly while you began to fuck yourself on his cock, in tune with the pants that were leaving your mouths. “Such a handsome boy, all cute and whiny while I fuck you.”

Brian’s head fell back as you rode him faster, lifting your hips briefly just to push them back down so the head of his cock rubbed against every part of your throbbing pussy.

“So–tight. He whimpered, grabbing onto your hips tightly, listening to the creaking of the couch as you gasped into each other’s mouths, foreheads pressed together. “I–I wanna make you cum,” He begged, pushing his head forward to suck on your nipples, his tongue swirling around the bud as you clenched your cunt around him at the feeling. You grabbed his hand and pressed his fingers against your clit, moving it over the bud.

“Right there, baby. Such a good boy. Make me cum all over your pretty cock.” You pressed your hand over his throat and added some pressure, watching his jaw slack and his eyes close at the feeling, his fingers now rubbing desperately at your clit.

You were close, feeling how Brian’s cock throbbed inside you when you were a bit rough with him, pressing down on his throat or nibbling the skin or grabbing his face to make his pretty eyes look right into yours. Scratching your nails down his bony chest, you came at the sound of Brian’s mewls permeating the air around you, the television just static from the storms outside.

“Fuck Brian–your cock is so perfect..fucking me so deep.” You clawed down his sternum, the remainders of your orgasm running over your body.

“Mmm I’m gonna cum–where do I–” He began, fucking into you; you had stopped your movements and Brian’s hips bucked upwards repeatedly, his mouth hung open as he felt your cum gush over his cock.

“Gonna pull out and cum all over me baby?” You urged, scratching his scalp, which only made him explode.

He began to pull out, but your nails dug into his scalp intermingled with your cunt hugging him so tightly was too much for him to handle. “Fu-I can’t. Oh God–” He whimpered as he came inside you, groans reverberating through the air as he fucked you through his orgasm, his cum spurting all over your walls and seeping down your legs due to gravity. He couldn’t stop; it was as if the devil were controlling his body and he were watching from the outside–knowing that what he was doing wasn’t a good idea, but the pleasure of feeling his cum dripping down his cock as he pulled out of you finally was earth-shattering.

You caught your breath, holding Brian’s head against your chest, his cheek against your heartbeat. He was trembling in your arms, panting over your shoulder as he gathered his fleeting composure.

“’M sorry. It felt so good I couldn’t–”

“That was so hot, baby. You’re such a good fuck.” You praised, playing with his hair. “And such a good boy.”

He blushed, feeling heady and a bit drunk from his pleasure. “Just a good fuck?”

“Wanna be more than that, baby?” You asked, throwing your arms over his bony shoulders.

He nodded, his eyes widened, still pooled in innocence, just tainted at the surface.

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