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blingblong55 · 1 month

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"your girl?" "My girl.."-Simon ghost Riley NSFW

Photo credits: @ave661

this is a collab with my bestie @aethelwyneleigh27 Part 1 is here ---- F!Reader, 18+, MDNI, smut, soft!sex, breeding, possessive, chubby!reader, unprotected!sex, fwb to lovers, P-IN-V, oral!sex ----

A/N: I think the song linked fits so perfectly with this

He managed to calm your nerves and give you reassurance with just the way he nodded with his warm lips finding your neck again. You felt enough adrenaline to kiss him, like actually kiss him on his lips.

Romantic, soft and sweet yet passionate, Simon couldn't help himself, guiding and backing you up on the kitchen countertop. He took it as an opportunity to hoist you up on it by your waist, squirming a bit as the marble was like ice underneath your thighs, your legs propped open with him comfortably in between.

Of all the things, the grey sweatpants and refusal to even come close to wearing a shirt surely didn't help to calm where your mind is running.

He pressed his forehead on yours, closing his eyes and basking in the feeling of this with you, his breath on your skin felt different now...

"I meant what I said," he whispers as his calloused hands move your hair away from your sweet face. "You're my girl now, Y/N," he says as he leans forward, his lips coming in contact with yours. There is a special kind of softness to the kiss but it's all masked from the passion he has for you. "You're something so dear to me," he says between nibbles and kisses to the soft and weak spot on your neck. You can feel it too, the certainty that tonight is more than just another time where you and him get tangled in the sheets.

Was it important to let you know all this as undresses you? Yes, because for so long he can voice the emotions he felt every time he worshipped your body.

Maybe with time, the sneaking into your bed to fuck you raw was more than just that.

Maybe it was a rough poem of his emotions.

Your legs wrap around his waist, your head thrown back as he leaves marks of his confused heart on your neck.

"Fuck...I need you...do you know that?" he looks back up at you and cups your face with his hands. Why does it all feel so different now?

You nod and he smiles. It was a routine he knew best, which is why by now, those precious panties of yours hit the ground, your gown tossed to the side as he kneeled and captured your soft thighs in kisses. Your hands run through his hair, admiring how good he looks in this light and this position.

"God...Simon," you whisper as his lips get closer to your soaking cunt. A chuckle escapes him. "Already wet for me, lovie?" he mockingly shakes his head and before you know it, his tongue runs through your folds. Your eyes close and your soft hands push him further in, directing him towards the needed target. He smiles as he knows exactly where you want him and a man like him obeys his love.

"mmm, so sweet, lovie," his voice vibrates on you. His tongue laps at your clit. One of his hands opens your pretty pussy more whilst the other lets his thick fingers inside of you. A moan escapes your lips. It's easy to forget your ex was just here when the man who makes your heart and pussy throb is on his knees eating you out like you're some goddess he must worship.

The more he continues this, the more he can feel you clench around his fingers and that's when he knows he must fuck you dumb...with his dick of course. No need to have his fingers claim your cunt over and over when his hardened member can do that.

He gets back up, earning a small whine from you as you are near climax. A playful smile falls upon his wet lips, the ones he licks before speaking. He raises and finger to the air and sighs, "Now, how about I fill you to the brim and make you forget about that mangled-looking mutt," his head to the side as he watches you ponder. You nod and he picks you up, leading you to bed.

Once he lays you down, he admires your soft and curvy figure. What a sight you are for a man like him.

He crawls between your thighs after he takes his sweatpants off and spits on his cock. His tip is so swollen and red that you practically know he also needs this as much as you do.

His hand is on your hip whilst the other slips his fat and hard cock inside your tight and wet cunt. A small gasp from you and a groan from him is what slowly sets the mood for the morning. "Si," you whisper as you try and adjust to his size. "Shh, I know..I know, Y/n," he whispers back and slowly thrusts into you. Your hand holds onto his wrist while the other rubs the swollen clit.

Your tits bounce and he leans forwards, taking one into his mouth. He licks and sucks on the sensitive skin. His tongue flicks on the nipple and a low chuckle escapes him when he notices the small whimpers that leave your plump lips.

What an innocent thing you used to be before you ever met him and now, he has you moaning and getting fucked like the pretty little slut you are. "Fuck," Simon groans and goes somewhat harder, hitting that sweet spot of yours. He can tell he was doing this when your grip on his wrist tightens and your nails leave a painful mark, one he doesn't complain about. "You're mine...you're so mine, Y/N. You hear me?" his voice deep and yet so soft. A small nod from you makes him smile.

With each thrust, his gaze falls on you. Even as he licks and sucks your tits, you look so pretty when biting your lip from this angle. His balls tighten, the image of you too much to take. God, you belong to him now.

The moans you begin to let out that mix so perfectly with the noises his hip thrusts make against you is the melody that's so dirty the angels would have to cover their ears for. "He doesn't fuck you like I do, huh, lovie?" he says between angered groans. "He doesn't please that needy pussy like me and he'll never please it like I do," he bites his bottom lip as he says this.

He pulls his chest back, feeling that he can't take more but he must wait until you clench around his dick so he can fill you up.

By now, both his hands hold your hips, his cock aching for release and as you play with your pretty pussy, he almost wants to see if you've forgotten the idiot you once dated.

"God, you're so heavenly," he whispers into his groan. Your walls tighten around him and he can almost feel you cliamx by now.

He holds your body close, burying his head on your neck as he moans and feels you shake and moans his name over and over. Your nails leave love marks on his back from how good he is. "C'mon...just like that...fuck...mark me...let them know your body was used by me," he moans out so desperately it's hot.

Soon enough, he cums inside of you, coating your delicate walls with his cum. He moans loudly, closing his eyes and slowing his pace. "You keep my cum inside you, that's a command," he kisses your neck with the need to have you this close to him. "Y-yes..." you whisper.

His fat and heavy dick is still inside you as his unspoken promise to fill you up is becoming true.

His hands are on your waist and then hips, travelling between them with so much delicacy it looks like he is truly worshipping a goddess.

"Don't you ever open the door to him. You're mine, not his and you'll stay mine until we die," he says before giving you a rough but needed kiss. His breath is hot as his body captures yours. His hands holding you so close like he is afraid you vanish with just one blink.

It must be a sin to love this hard and this good.

"I think I'm falling for you, Y/N," he confesses and kisses you again. Your arms snake around his back. His body and yours are like magnets. "Do you think you're falling for me?" he asks once he separates his lips from yours. "I've already fallen for you, Si," you whisper and like a schoolboy, he blushes and chuckles nervously.

It was cute to see him this way. It's exciting to know just these words make him all happy and giddy. "Good because I'm tired of being just your friend," he kisses you once more as this kiss turns into a cuddle.

A soft cuddle that turns into a nap.

A nap that turns into days of romancing in town streets and parks.

A/N: thanking the man who let’s me recreate things with him for fics for some of the parts of this because I couldn’t figure out what to write

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simpforboys · 1 year

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you’ve bewitched me

xavier thorpe x fem!reader

summary: xavier takes your virginity.

warnings: smut!! loss of virginity, unprotected piv, soft!xavier, he’s a fat simp, fluffy smut, best friends to lovers, oral (f and m receiving), swearing

based on this !!!

the way you couldn’t get out of xavier’s head was driving him insane. he never knew he could need crave someone so bad.

he remembered the moment so vividly.

you two were walking in the rain as he held the umbrella for the both of you. you didn’t remember exactly how the topic came up, but you and your best friend had started talking about sexual experiences.

“a gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.” xavier joked you rolled your eyes and nudged his shoulder, making the both of you laugh.

“just tell me,” you groaned.

“fine. bianca wanted me to eat her out once. things escalated from there and we ended up fucking.” xavier confessed, keeping his eyes down.

your gasp made him jump. “damn... my best friend gets hella pussy then.” you joked as he sarcastically rolled his eyes, face blushing in embarrassment.

“now what have you done?” xavier asked you.

you pursed your lips together. the sound of the rain falling with leaves crunching filled the silence.

“go on,” xavier said. your silence was making him nervous.

“i’m a uh, a virgin.”

xavier bit the inside of his cheek while nodding at you.

‘thanks for the silence, asshole.” you said jokingly, trying to ignore the way your face felt hot.

xavier was trying to ignore the blood rushing to his pants.

xavier had been in love with you for years. he’d dated other girls to try and get over you, but they never ended up being you.

but ever since your confession, he couldn’t help but want you even more. the amount of nights he’d spent jerking off to a vision of you in his head, the way he would do absolutely anything for you.

xavier was so lost in thought he didn’t even notice his phone dinging. the only thing that snapped him out of his daydreams was a knock on the door to his room.

he opened the door to see you standing there, eyes wide and anxious.

“why haven’t you been answering your phone?” you asked him. you pushed past your best friend as he confusedly shut and locked the door behind you.

“busy thinking. what’s wrong?” he questioned.

“you know that siren boy, kent?”

xavier nodded, eyebrows furrowed tightly together in hesitation.

“he asked me to come to his dorm to do... things.” you said in embarrassment.

xavier bit his tongue so hard he didn’t even realize it was bleeding slightly.

“what things, y/n?”

“he asked me to give him a blow job.” you confessed quietly, sitting on xavier’s bed as his tall frame stood in front of you. he was wearing grey sweatpants with a red shirt on, his hair damp from a shower.

the pang of jealousy that shot through xavier felt almost like a stab in the gut.

“so why are you here then?” xavier asked, trying to keep his cool.

“i need, uh, never mind. it was stupid for me to come here.”

“answer me, y/n.”

“i’m scared, okay? i’ve never done anything like that before and i guess i just wanted... i don’t know... lessons?”

xavier’s heartrate spiked tremendously. oh my god.

“i’m sorry-” you began but xavier cut you off.

“i mean, i can definitely help.”

“really?” you questioned, staring straight up at him. your stomach hurt from anxiety and you swore you’d never noticed how gorgeous your best friend was until he looked at you with such lust in his eyes.

“is this okay?” he whispered, leaning down as his left hand moved to cup your jaw. you nodded against his hand as he kissed you.

you kissed back, the feeling weird. it felt like electricity was connecting your lips together, an addictive feeling. neither of you could get enough of it.

xavier moved to lie you down on the bed, his lips not leaving yours.

your own hands pulled his waist close to you, feeling his hard cock on your thigh. holy fuck, this is happening.

“are you sure you want this?” xavier mumbled against your neck.

“mmm please, yes,” you gasped as you felt him suck a hicky.

he stopped momentarily to remove his shirt. his heart was racing as you also removed yours. he’d never seen you in a bra before and the look of your tits made him start to drool.

the way he stared at you made you feel incredibly nervous and as you tried to cover yourself up, he began sucking hickies along your boobs.

“xavier,” you whimpered. xavier swore that was the hottest thing he’s ever heard in his entire life.

“you’re so pretty, y/n.” xavier told you as his big hands removed your sweatpants and panties.

you undid your bra and suddenly realized how vulnerable and exposed you were. but yet, xavier made you feel safe.

you watched as his head went between your already shaking thighs and sucked teasingly close to your cunt.

“holy fuck!” you accidentally yelped as his tongue came in contact with your clit.

you felt him smirking against your pussy as he ate it like it was his last meal. your back arched as you gripped his hair.

the feeling of having your pussy getting eaten by your best friend was euphoric and you were on cloud 9.

“that feel good, y/n?” xavier hummed.

“so good, please don’t stop,” you begged.

the new pleasure was too much. you were a shuttering mess as he continued to suck your clit, two fingers stretching out your soaking wet pussy.

“i’m already gonna cum-“ you moaned.

“cum for me, y/n.” xavier’s pride was beaming as he watched you squirm for him. he was so fucking hard for you.

your body trembled as your orgasm hit you like a truck. your breathing was heavy and your skin was damp with sweat.

xavier moved to sit back.

“do you still wanna learn about that blowjob?” he asked after you calmed down from your high. you nodded as you got on your knees in front of xavier.

your heart continued to pound. you shakily gripped his hard cock. xavier immediately noticed your nerves.

“what’s wrong?” he questioned, worry written all over his face.

“i don’t really know what i’m doing.” you let out a breathy laugh. xavier smiled from your confession, leaning down to kiss you.

“i’ll help you. start by licking the tip.”

you followed your best friend’s instruction. you began to lightly lick the tip of his leaking cock and felt him shudder against you.

“fuck- now try sucking the head and jerk me off in your hand.”

you brought the head into your mouth and hollowed your cheeks. your right hand began to jerk the base of his cock, feeling xavier’s own hand come up to hold your hair back.

“good girl. holy shit-” xavier whimpered.

the sight laid out in front of you was engraved permanently in your brain. xavier, your best friend, with his head leaned back as you sucked his dick. he looked like a fucking god and you knew there was no going back from this.

you started to gradually suck further down until you felt his dick twitch in your mouth. fighting the gag, you desperately focused on trying to get him to cum in your mouth.

“so, so, so good for me, y/n.”

tears formed in your eyes as you gagged on his cock. hearing xavier whimper your name with praises almost made you cum again.

“i’m so fucking close, if you don’t wanna swallow it then- oh shit.” xavier spurted hot cum into your mouth. the liquid tasted salty but not in a bad way.

now it was xavier’s turn for his breathing to be jagged. you stood back up, your naked body in all its glory. you laid down on his twin size bed, his eyes following yours as you spread your legs.

“please take my virginity, xavier. please.” you begged.

xavier’s whole body was overwhelmed with ecstasy. “i don’t have a condom.” he breathed out, his body now hovering over yours.

“i don’t fucking care- i need you so bad.”

xavier kissed your lips again. you held his hand as he rubbed his tip and down your cunt. “tell me if you need me to stop.”

with that, he slowly pushed in. your pussy was so wet it was almost went in with one motion. he went all the way in slowly, watching your face for any sort of discomfort.

“oh my god-” he whispered. your pussy felt amazing on his hard cock and all he wanted to do was fuck you. but this was about you. and he didn’t want to ruin this intimate moment for you.

“you okay?” he whispered against your neck.

“it feels weird.” you mumbled back. you felt stuffed, yet so needy.

“can you please move?” you asked.

xavier started to slowly move his hips in and out. his hair fell in front of his face.

“fuck-” you moaned.

his hand came down and rubbed circles against your clit. your body felt extremely hot from the overwhelming amount of pleasure it was receiving.

“you feel so good. my good girl, right?” he asked, eyes looking directly into yours.

you nodded quickly. “i’m all yours, xavier.”

he continued to fuck your cunt. the only thing that was heard was the sound of skin slapping skin, both of your moans, and the bed squeaking.

“i’m gonna cum again, xavier.” you announced.

“me too,” he mumbled. the pleasure was becoming too much for him as your pussy clenched against him.

“holy fuck- shit.” your second orgasm overcame your body. xavier kept his finger on your clit, fucking you through your orgasm. when he felt his own, he quickly pulled out and jerked the tip of his cock. warm cum spurted out onto your stomach and his hips bucked against his hand.

he plopped down next to you, both breathing heavily and tired. the temperature of the room was very hot and humid.

after a couple moments of silence, xavier whispered, “i love you, y/n. not in a friend way. i want to be more then friends.”

“i love you too, xavier. i want to be more then friends.”

xavier leaned up on his elbow, looking down happily at your face.

“let me take you out tomorrow?”

“it’s a date.”

xavier and you both smiled as he leaned down and kissed you once again.

“also, fuck kent. i’ll tell him to go fuck himself.”

you laughed at xavier’s attitude.

“if it wasn’t for him, we wouldn’t have been here.” you murmured, drawing circles on xavier’s chest.

#xavier thorpe x you #xavier #xavier thorpe smut #xavier fluff #xavier thorpe x reader #percy hynes white #percy #wednesday #best friends to lovers #xavier thorpe #i want him so bad #simpforboys

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gumisgirlfriend · 4 months

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(๑>◡<๑),, TEASE

PAIRING:: megumi fushiguro x fem!reader WARNINGS:: 18+ NSFW CONTENT, megumi has a fat dick, praise, use of pet names (doll, sweetheart) SUMMARY:: craving your boyfriends attention, you decide to try and tease him while he plays video games with yuji.

Megumi sits on the couch, his usually messy hair dampened from his recent shower. He looks so pretty just sitting there, concentrated on his game, wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants. Sometimes you wonder how you landed such a pretty thing like him.

"Need somethin' doll?" Megumi asks as you curl up beside him on the couch, moving his headset off one ear. You shake your head, leaning on his shoulder. "Just wanna see you, 'Gumi.." you murmur against his neck. His hand pats your thigh. "After I'm done we can watch a movie or something, 'kay?" He says, before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. "Noo.." you pout, resting your cheek on his thigh as you gaze up at him through your eyelashes. "Want you now, 'Gumi.." you murmur pleadingly, your sweet pout almost too precious to resist. But as much as he'd like to indulge in you, he had already made a promise to Yuji. He lets out a heavy sigh, running his thumb over your cheek. "Told Itadori that we'd play tonight, sweetheart. Wont be long, I swear." his velvet voice purrs. "Mmm.. okay..~" you mutter disappointedly, turning your gaze to the screen to watch as he plays. You can sometimes hear Yuji through his headset, yelling, and Megumi murmuring curses under his breath.

After ten minutes, you start to grow more impatient, your hand tracing small, teasing circles on his thigh. You sit up, fumbling with the straps of your tank top, your hardened nipples peeking through temptingly. He catches a glimpse of you out of the corner of his eye, biting his lip before his gaze shifts back to the screen. You slip off the thin tank top, breasts still covered in hickeys and love bites from days before. "Gumi.." you whisper, your hand running teasingly up and down his inner thigh. His breath hitches, and he desperately tries to keep his eyes on the screen. He quickly mutes himself in the party. "Don't do this to me, doll.." he whispers back to you huskily, feeling his sweatpants tighten. Your hand caresses the growing heat in his pants, making his pretty cock twitch. "Pretty please.." you whine temptingly, pressing a soft few kisses around his adams apple as you stroke him through his pants. Your fingers slide underneath the waistband and into his boxers, feeling warm precum drip from his tip. He lets out a low groan, his head rolling back as his game comes to an end.

Your boyfriend unmutes himself in the party, “Mm, Yuji, I-I gotta go.” He mutters quickly before leaving the party, tossing off his headphones and controller.

“What the hell, Fushiguro?!” you hear Yuji yell before he leaves the party.

“Just couldn’t wait, could you?” he says, a smirk tugging on the corners of his lips.

You bite your lip innocently, shaking your head, “Want you so b-bad, ‘Gumi.”

He pulls you onto his lap, tugging off your shorts to reveal your dampened panties. He pulls out his dripping cock from his boxers, guiding your hand along it. “Just look what you do to me, doll..” he whimpers out, his hips bucking into your fingers. He pulls you by the waist into a sloppy kiss, letting out low moans into your mouth as you gently stroke his pretty cock.

Megumi flips you haphazardly onto your back, pressing more kisses down your neck and collarbone, all the way to your love-bitten breasts. He pins you to the couch as you kiss hastily, his erection teasingly brushing against your soaking wet panties. You break away from the kiss, lips coated in saliva. “P-please..” you sputter, your hips eagerly bucking against his.

“I know, doll.” He coos’, his fingers tantalizingly circling above the waistband of your panties, before tugging them off and down your legs. His tip teases your puffy clit, before he aligns his thick cock at your entrance. “Hold onto me, ‘kay baby?” he whispers reassuringly, his fingers interlacing with yours. Oh so slowly, he thrusts into you, earning a needy moan from your lips, nearly knocking the wind out of you, and a low hiss from him.

As he plunges into you again, you can barely get a word out, “G-Gentle..” you whimper, still adjusting to his size.

“I-Ive got you, baby. Don’t worry.” his velvety voice purrs, pressing gentle kisses along your jaw as he thrusts into you tenderly. As you adjust to him, he picks up the pace, murmuring praise after praise in your ear. “You take me so good, doll..” he moans into your ear, his hands pressing you back into the couch as he starts to rut into you desperately. “F-Fuck..” he growls between heavy breaths, his tip repeatedly meeting your G-spot.

Your legs wrap around him, “‘M-m close, Gumi!” you moan out as your eyes glaze over with pleasure.

“Me t-too, baby.” He nods, continuing unrelentingly as you feel yourself reach your peak. With one last thrust, he buries his cock to the hilt inside you, eliciting a cry of his name from your lips.

Your back arches, and your legs tremble as he presses into you one last time, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss as his warm seed fills you. His grip softens on your hands, and his forehead presses to yours. “Love you, baby.” he breathes out, cupping your face in his hands as he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead.

Suddenly you both hear noise come from Megumi’s headphones..

“What the fuck, dude?!” Yuji screams at the top of his lungs.

Megumi facepalms, his face flushing red.

“You.. forgot to leave the party, didn’t you?” you mutter, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Yup.”

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fannyspammy · 1 year

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Tell Me More

Adam Warlock x Reader

Summary: Adam gets hard for the first time.

Warnings: 18+, nothing too too graphic (yet, hehe), still very steamy tho, mostly just dry humping & fantasizing

A/N: Two parts posted in one day??? Who is she??? Here’s the third part to the Firsts series! Wanted to get the next part out to you all asap because you’ve all been so supportive & I’m shocked at how much attention my posts have been getting lately 🥺🫶 If you haven’t read the previous parts yet, my masterlist is here! (Can be read as a stand-alone tho!)

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Since their first kiss, Adam couldn’t stop kissing y/n. He’d kiss her at every available moment — greeting her hello, after each compliment, with every please & thank you, waiting to cross a busy intersection… not that y/n was complaining. She loved kissing her golden boy too, & he was good at it.

A couple weeks later, Adam & y/n were in the middle of their most intense make out session yet. It began while they were sitting on the couch, listening to music. They sat side-by-side, but their bodies faced each other hands grasping at whatever they could — hair, face, & neck.

Craving for more of him, y/n lifted herself onto his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. They were a mess of touch and tongue.

Y/n could feel his bulge beneath her in this new position — still soft, but large enough for her to feel it pressed against her clothed core. She moaned at the feel of it, picturing herself lowering onto it, being stretched out by its size.

Y/n was growing increasingly aroused by her fantasy, supported by Adam sucking relentlessly on her neck, and soon her core was craving attention. Seeking friction she began to grind herself against the god beneath her, slowly but firmly dragging herself against his grey sweatpants. The feel of him pressed against her clothed core provoked a sinful moan from her, and Adam sucked harder on her sweet spot. She quickened her pace, stroking her soaking self against him fervently.

Then Adam stiffened as he, well, stiffened. Not fully, but enough for her to notice.

“Mm, baby, don’t stop,” y/n panted, never ceasing the eager roll of her hips.

“It’s… supposed to do that, right?”

“Yes, baby.”

“Okay, I just- it felt good, I just wasn’t sure.”

Y/n slowed her thrusts.

“Wait, you’ve never been hard before?”

“No.. This is the first time we’ve been this intense, so I’ve never felt… like this.”

Y/n smirked. “Well, let me help you.” She lifted her shirt over her head & tossed it onto the floor. Adam’s eyes widened at the sight of her in her bra.

“Mm, you like that?” she asked, although the hardening length beneath her gave away the answer.

Adam caressed her bare waist as he returned his attention to her neck, this time matching the movement of his hips with hers.

The growing friction left both of them moaning loudly, and Adam pulled y/n’s hair for better access. Throwing her head back in pleasure, she gripped Adam’s strong shoulders to steady herself as she quickened her pace.

“Mm, wanna know what I’m picturing right now?”

“What?” He asked, lips never leaving her skin.

“I’m picturing us naked, with you inside me.”

Adam pulled away from her neck to look at her, pupils dilated, before meeting her in a rough kiss. His hands squeezed her breasts through the fabric of her bra, and he sucked vigourously on her tongue.

Sucking the skin beneath her jaw, Adam gripped her waist firmly with one hand, rolling her left nipple in between the fingers of his other.

“Tell me more.”

Y/n gently pushed his head down to direct him toward her breasts. Receiving her message, Adam freed her right breast from its cup and latched onto it, swirling a tongue against the hardened nipple. He increased the intensity of his thrusts & y/n cried out in pleasure before continuing.

“You’re- mm!- taking me however you want, wherever you want- oh, yes- and your- ah!- cock is making me feel s-so good- mmm, yes!- as it moves in and out of me.”

Adam pulled her back by the hair to look at her, and his eyes studied her features — the glisten on sweat on her forehead, the redness of her cheeks and swollen lips, the way her face contorted in bliss.

“You’re so beautiful, y/n,” he said, his golden features glistening softly in the dim light. He thrust his hard member hard against her, and watched her mouth part as she moaned.

“Adam, I-I’m close,” she said, her thrusts becoming more frantic.

Kissing her neck once again he mumbled against her skin. “Mm, close to what, baby?”

“C-close to- mmm- close to my climax.”

Climax, that’s what he was feeling himself building to! He felt it growing the more his hard cock rubbed against y/n through their clothes, but he wasn’t sure what it was. Now it made sense.

“I think I am too,” he said, quickening his pace. She followed. After a couple more heated minutes y/n came, crying his name as he sucked her tit & continued grinding her through her climax. The sight of her trembling in his lap was enough to bring him over the edge too, and the next thing Adam knew there was a stream of cum soaking his sweats.

Panting heavily, they began to wind down from their highs. Adam placed tender kisses across her collarbone and jaw, making his way back to her lips. He kissed her sweetly and rested his forehead against hers.

Y/n smiled with a small chuckle.

“That was… wow.”

Adam met her smile with his own, placing another quick kiss on her lips. Looking down at the wet spot on his crotch he laughed lightly.

“I think I need to change my pants.”

#adam warlock #adamwarlock #adam warlock x reader #adam warlock imagine #adam warlock smut #will poulter #will poulter x reader #will poulter imagine #will poulter smut #gotg #gotg v3 #gotg 3 #guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 #gotg imagine #gotg 3 imagine

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huboi · 3 months

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᭨ ⃟⃜㊙️. THE ITADORIS’ ू✙˚💬 ̳͟͞͞. 📁💢

CHAPTER 1 : EYE-TO-EYE

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LINK TO ᭨ ⃟⃜㊙️. THE ITADORIS’ ू✙˚💬 ̳͟͞͞. 📁💢 MASTERLIST

╰┈➤ summary; one friday afternoon, you come face-to-face with a man covered in tats. when at the counter, a small voice politely asks ‘papa’ for a cookie…

╰┈➤ includes; gn! barista! reader, single dad! sukuna, child! yuji, extreme fluff, sukuna is 28 (had yuji at 18), reader is early 20s’ so somewhat of an age gap

╰┈➤ a/n; consider this mini series as a 1k follower special! I’m so stoked I made it this far, tysm for all the support throughout the years <3

╰┈➤ taglist; @alluresenses, @ryomku, @slaysksmska, @vduxx, @yanelis-world, @cloudy51, @gangeyes, @khaleesihavilliard, @valen-yamyam16, @craxy-gezel @kunasexygf, @sukunamylovexoxo, @mazzd4 (if you wanna be added just hit me an ask :3)

THE GENTLE TINKLE of the bell alerted you of a new costumer, causing you to turn around away from the coffee machine ready to greet said customer with a smile and polite welcome, only for your body to stiffen in reflex.

the man that now stood in front of the counter had an eerie aura to him. he wore a black wife beater, the tight clothing highlighting the muscles that lay beneath the clothing, his arms covered in black tats, the muscles making the tats seem extra prominent. his grey sweatpants may be baggy, but you guessed that underneath lays muscular legs and thighs that could easily crush a watermelon-

snapping out of checking out the hot, dangerous looking stranger, you gave him a strained smile at him, hoping he couldn’t sense your nervousness. a small voice saying “papa, can I please have a cookie?” startled you. two little chubby hands cling to the counter, a mop of fluffy pink hair peeking at the variety of cookies on display.

“oi you brat! you’ve already had dessert at chosos’, I don’t need you bouncing off the damn walls when we get back,” the man grunted, arms crossing against his chest, which made his man tits more profound.

“hey, how about this; you can have a hot chocolate instead of a cookie?” you suggested, smiling at the cute little boy in front of you.

facing his father, yuji proceeded to plead him with the signature puppy dog eyes whilst a continuous chorus of pleases left his mouth.

sukuna sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before he mumbled out “one hot chocolate for the brat and black coffee for me,” causing yuji to throw a little celebration, squealing in delight and hugging sukunas’ slutty waist, literally jumping with joy.

the sight plastered a small, genuine smile onto your face, unbeknownst to you, causing a blush to form onto sukunas’ usually stoic face, heart pounding in his chest at this new feeling.

when they found a table to sit at, you began making their drinks. whilst brewing sukunas’ coffee you thought to yourself why only the father was out with his son, is the mother out of the picture? do they take turns with custody over the child? is he simply having some father son bonding time?

you choose not to pry over it, it’s none of your business anyways. it’s kind of comical seeing such a scary, dangerous looking guy with a cute little kid. you have to admit though, the kid’s cute, even though he’s just a carbon copy of the man, but cuter.

when finished with their drinks, you quickly carried them over to their table, noticing how yujis’ face seemed to brighten up at the sight of you carrying his sweet drink. you placed their drinks onto the table, yuji thanking you with all his might whilst sukuna mumbled a small ‘thanks’ in response.

“hiya! i’m yuji and this is my daddy sukuna!” the boy greeted before you left back to the counter. you decided to stay and talk to the kid a bit, since it was near closing time and no other customers seemed to be coming in.

“hi yuji, i’m (name), it’s nice to meet you,” you smiled, ruffling his hair, causing him to let out little giggles at the gesture. sukuna sat back idly watching you interact with his son.

‘mmm, they interact well with yuji. I haven’t had any luck with any partners, especially when they find out I’m a father. his mother was a piece of shit and didn’t even want yuji in the first place, she left me with the brat when he was born’ sukuna thought to himself, maybe he could try shooting his shot? earlier he did notice you eyeing him up and down like a piece of candy, so maybe you’re interested?

“oi brat! quit annoying them!” sukuna berated yuji, testing out the waters to check if you really did want to talk to yuji because you wanted to or if you felt obliged to.

“nonesense! he’s not annoying me, a cutie such as him could never annoy me. I love kids, they give me so much joy. your dad sure is a lucky guy to have you isn’t he?” you grinned, pinching his chubby cheeks in the process causing him to whine out in retaliation.

internally sukuna is smitten, he’s never seen anyone treat yuji with such love, other than choso. maybe you are the right one after all? the problem is, how can he ask you out without making a scene? (the scene being yuji making a huge fuss over him having a partner for the first time since his mum)

“do you have a pen by any chance?” the sudden sound of sukunas’ deep voice sent a small shiver down your spine. “yup, just give me a second sir” you curtly responded, rummaging through your breast pocket before grabbing a pen and giving it to the tatted man.

sukuna grabbed a napkin from the table and hastily scribbled down something before placing the pen back onto the table and practically chugging his coffee.

“brat you finished with your drink?” sukuna asked the little munchkin “noooo, need more time!” yuji cried out. you simply took his cup and placed the coffee into a take out coffee cup, giving it to him so he could drink it on the way back.

“thank you!” yuji bowed, before taking his dads’ way larger hand into his own tiny chubby one. you simply watched as they walked out of the shop, the gentle tinkle of the bell indicating that they’ve left.

you spotted the napkin sukuna wrote on, numbers scribbled along with a small ‘my number : if interested text me and we can go on a date’

you became flustered, feeling your heart flutter at the thought of seeing the attractive dilf once again. maybe you’d text him tomorrow, as you’re usually free on Saturdays as the shop closes earlier at 12:00.

you’re surprised that sukuna was interested, he didn’t show much interest during your interaction. he’s going to be a hard guy to read.

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gothic-thoughts · 4 months

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Music To My Ears

Gojo Satoru x Black GN Reader Smut

MDNI, Perv Coworker!Gojo, Bimbo!Reader

CW: all the dirty words(he's a whore), stupid and oblivious Reader, Gojo jerking 📴 to your voice, reader being fluent in Yapanese 😭, imma degrade y'all cuz u lack brain cells

Word Count: 1,191 (give or take)

It was 11 pm, and you were on the phone with your coworker, Satoru. You've been talking for about an hour now, but after a while, you noticed soft huffing and heard soft panting. Since there's not much going on up there, all you thought to do was tilt your head to the side with confusion. You shrug it off and continue to yap, but the longer he listened, the more he groped and palmed his erection through the grey sweats he wore.

“Uh, Gojo?” Your first mistake was saying his name.

“Yeah? What’s up, girlie?”

“You good?"

"Say again?" He heard you perfectly fine, but you can't tell can you?

"I asked if you were good. You workin' out right now?"

“Hah, yeah.” He responds before muttering, “I'm workin' somethin', ngh."

“Huh? You keep mumbling, Toru.”

"Hehe, don't worry about it." More panting "Just...continue your story."

You shake your head, believing his panting really came from a workout regimen, knowing damn well the strongest sorcerer don't need one.

“So like I was saying...”

He chuckled and made a low growling noise as he reached into his sweatpants, feeling how damp his boxers were from how much precum soaked into them. He bit his lip, slowly pulling out the erection that you caused from that voice you blessed him with. Every inflection, filler word, and gasp when you remembered another part of your story drove him so wild.

“And then I was like, ‘Ohmygod, Shoko’s not working for once?’ So I ran up to her...”

He grunts, trying his best to keep his voice away from the whiney territory he knew it could rise to if he felt too good. To you, his breathing sounded a bit...off, as if it sounded heavy and...well, different than normal. But he was working out, of course, he’d sound like that.

“The only reason I hesitated was because I feel like she don’t like me...”

With every passing moment, his fist passed over his shaft while his left hand kept a firm hold around his base, keeping him from exploding too soon, and with how often you clicked your tongue or sucked your teeth, he could’ve at any moment.

“Do you think she likes me; ion think she likes me. Anyways, though...”

The grunting sound only grew in pitch as the groans started to sound more...animalistic, mouth forming a smirk. He whispers your name, guiding his hand up and down his cock a little faster, getting the palm sticky with precum.

“Toru...” The concern in your voice makes his hand stop, “You sure you okay?

He bites his lip as he moans softly, watching another drop of precum squeeze out his tip and slide down to his still fist. "Yeah... heh...”

“You huffin’ like a dog.”

“Oh sorry. I’m doing... I’m doin’ some push-ups right now so..."

"Ohhhh, aight."

"Keep talking, short stuff."

"You even listening, Gojo?"

"Of course I am, I can, ngh, multitask."

"Mmm..."

The little hum of yours made him bite his bottom lip so hard that it bled. "I mean it, girlie." He sighs, "Hanging on every word. You were talking about your shopping spree."

"Oh yeah! I got a bunch of clothes with Utahime today! And they are the fuckin’ cutest! Like, there’s one that was...”

He groaned quieter as he heard you continue on, pumping his hand up and down to the speed your excited voice spoke. His fist twists with each stroke, grinding his red, sensitive cockhead into his palm which makes him shiver. The sound of his breathing had become noticeably heavier and deeper. He didn't respond just yet, instead, he only let out low grunts and 'mhm's in response to what he heard you say. He started to lift his hips from his bed, fucking his fist while pretending it was him making you ride him.

“And I got new lip gloss. Like a lot of lip gloss; cuz you know me...”

He did, in fact, know you; meaning that you prolly got almost every color, scent, and flavor imaginable just to try out. That sentence was all it took for the strongest sorcerer's mind to switch from thoughts of how good you'd feel bouncing on his long dick to how soft and wet your mouth was. You talk so much so it's gotta be moisturized as hell, not like he wouldn't make you use so much spit it made the colors on your lips smear around his veined shaft.

He whined into the speaker as you rambled, but TRUST he was listening. His eyes were rolled back, his hand began pumping faster, massaging the swollen head of his cock while his free hand gripped the base. He wanted to smear that lip gloss, stick, whatever so bad; just the thought of leaving your plump lips and chin stained with white and whatever other color made his full balls tense.

"H-hey, short stuff? You think you can you count down from 10 for me?"

"Yeah, why?"

"For my workout, remember?"

"Ohhh, right." You let out another oblivious giggle, "I forgot about that."

"Y-yeah, I'm, uhm, planking... and I'm al-most....done. Count for me."

"Kaykay. Ten.... nine..."

His hand slows down, trying to time his orgasm with that sexy voice. Gojo groaned and grunted, letting it all out since your dopey ass wholeheartedly believed he was tired from overexertion.

"Eight... seven..."

"Yesss~" He whispered, "Suck it, baby girl, that's it. Show me those eyes."

His breath got shallow as he looked down at his thighs, imagining you were scratching at them while your glazed-over eyes blinked up at him.

"Six... five..."

"Yeah, not a fuckin' thought behind them, huh? F-uck, lemme give your mouth somethin' else to do."

Unable to help himself, he speeds up his hand, coating his entire dick in his own precum. His back arches from the bed as his hips thrust up, fucking his fist as you got close to one.

"Four.... three..."

"So fucking close, s'fuckin' close. I'm...gonna...cum. W-wanna cum in your mouth, baby please."

"Two... one."

"Ah, shiiit!!"

He let a resounding, drawn-out growl as pent-up cum spurts from his cock, shooting across his slim fingers. He continued driving his shaft through his fist, body shaking on his bed as his load continued to spill over his hand. He finally calms down, resting on his bed, and looking down at the cum all over his abs and lower stomach, clinging to his happy trail and pubes.

"Damn," Your voice snaps him out of it, "Did you hurt yourself, Toru? That sounded painful?"

"N-no, I'm okay just...." He gulps thickly, collecting himself, "J-just planked longer than I could handle, heh."

"Was that okay? Did I count too fast or...?"

"Haah, no. It was perfect, girlie, th-thanks."

"Oh... uhh..." You tilt that empty head of yours, "What was I saying...?"

"You were talkin' 'bout... gettin' some clothes from Utahime... I think?"

"Oh, yeah! Then I was talkin' bout lip gloss!"

"Yeah, yeah." His cock slowly starts to harden again, putting a tired, yet devious smirk on his face, "Tell me what colors you got."

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(a/n): eat up.

#black writers #black reader #x black reader #jujutsu kaisen x black reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo smut #gojo x reader #jujutsu gojo #satoru gojo #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo smut #satoru gojo x you #black bimbo

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lunarsturniolo · 6 months

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Hoodie Thief

“Hi baby,” I whisper out to him, pulling him into my arms.

Chris nuzzles his face into my neck, “God, I’m so happy right now,” he says, placing a soft kiss on my collarbone.

I giggle, “I know, I missed you bad.”

Reader can’t stop wearing Chris’s clothes.

Masterlist

“Hey, mama, it’s me,” Chris knocks on my doorframe twice.

I turn to look at him, a smile stretching across my lips. Despite the fall weather, Chris arrived at my place in a black wife beater and a pair of grey sweatpants. My eyes wander over his body appreciatively before settling on his eyes, which glance at me with an amused expression.

“Hi, baby,” I say with a slight blush on my cheeks.

“You done staring at me?” he teases, a slight chuckle falling from his lips.

“Should’ve worn an extra layer if you didn't want me to stare,” I shrug, turning back to my laptop. Adjusting a few numbers on the Excel sheet I was working on, I double-checked that the autosave was on before closing my laptop gently and giving Chris my full attention. “What’s up?”

“That’s kinda why I’m here,” he says, stepping further into my room, leaning against my desk, “There seems to be a hoodie thief among us, and I have to make sure you’re safe.”

I roll my eyes, “Is this an evidence backed claim?”

“This is a hoodie spawning ground, so I wanted to check your inventory,” Chris plays along.

“Chris, if you need your clothes back, just tell me,” I tell him, my hands already reaching for the hem of the Fresh Love I’m wearing.

“No, no, that’s okay,” he says, pausing abruptly, “You called me Chris.”

I giggle a little bit, standing to meet him, “That is your name, right?”

My hands reach for his neck, wrapping around his body like a glove. I play with the hairs on the nape of his neck as he wraps his arms around my waist, “My name is baby to you.”

A blush rises to my cheeks, “You have a trillion nicknames for me, and I can only call you baby?”

“That’s right, love.”

I roll my eyes at his dramatics, “So, do you want your hoodies back?”

Chris lets out an overdramatic sigh, “No, I guess you can keep them,” he teases.

“I don’t have to keep all of them.”

“No, you keep them all, and I’ll get myself some new Fresh Love ones.”

My eyes widened, “No!”

Chris furrows his eyebrows, “What do you mean ‘no’?”

“The whole point is that these are your hoodies,” I explain.

He pulls away slightly, looking at me bewildered. “I am so confused right now.”

I blush, shoving my head into his chest as a laugh breaks through my body, “Baby,” I start with a sigh.

He lets out a little laugh, moving you back to where he can see you, “Seriously,” he says.

“I want them because they smell like you, and they remind me of you,” I mutter.

“Mmm,” he lets out an appreciative laugh, “You love me bad,” he teases.

I smile, “Maybe!” I reply in a sing-song voice.

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Sitting in my car, trying to relieve myself from the anxiety of finally seeing Chris again after a full week of busy nights for the both of us, proves impossible. My hands are non-stop fidgeting with my earrings, and my mind is racing at the thought of finally being in his arms.

I spend the next few minutes waiting for the text from Matt to let me know the three of them are on their way home. My phone buzzed twice

Chris: I’ll see you tomorrow, right? After your exam?

Matt: Otw

I love both Matt and Chris’s messages and send Chris a quick I miss you, before moving my car two houses down and running into the triplet's place.

Using my flashlight to avoid turning any overhead lights on, I carefully make my way through the kitchen and into Chris’s room, a gift bag in hand.

Hiding in his closet, I steady my breathing and wait for the familiar click of the front door.

“Nick, is my charger in the backpack? I think I lost it,” I hear Matt yell.

“Let me look,” Nick replied, “Chris do you have it?”

“I can check,” he says, “I was gonna go in my room and call Y/N anyway.”

I hold my breath in anticipation. I hear the door creek open, and I can hear the familiar ring of a FaceTime call from Chris’s phone. Anxiety settles in a pit in my stomach as I realize my ringer is on and about to erupt from his closet.

Sure enough, my phone blares its ringtone, and you hear Chris’s feet stop moving. “What the hell?” he mutters.

I hear him inch towards the closet door and open it, a dumbfounded expression coating his face that quickly turns to pure joy as he realizes you’re in his closet.

“Hi baby,” I whisper out to him, pulling him into my arms.

Chris nuzzles his face into my neck, “God, I’m so happy right now,” he says, placing a soft kiss on my collarbone.

I giggle, “I know, I missed you bad.”

I take hold of his face, kissing him lightly on the lips, “I got you a present,” I say before feathering kisses on both his cheeks and, lastly, on his nose.

Chris frowns slightly, “You didn’t have to get me anything,” he says.

I kiss the corners of his mouth, “I know, but I wanted to get you something.”

He smiles lightly, definitely upset that I spent money on him. He helps me step out of his closet and watches carefully as I grab the large, white gift bag from the floor.

Handing it to him with a smile itching at my lips, I receive a quick kiss and a “Thanks bug,” in return.

He opens the bag cautiously, grabbing the card first and ripping it open. He mouths the words to himself quietly as he reads, a smile growing on his face and tears threatening to spill. “God, I love you,” he says.

I smile at him and nudge him lightly with my elbow, “Open the gift!”

Inside the bag, you had carefully wrapped a Boston Bruins vintage starter jacket in white tissue paper. On top of the paper, there was a small note that read For all the hoodies you’ve lost.

Chris eyes me cautiously before ripping open the paper. His eyes land on the black and yellow jacket and they bounce back to me immediately. He gently wraps his arms around my head, cradling me close.

“Thank you so much,” he whispers in my ear, “And nice hoodie,” he teases.

I furrow my eyebrows and look down at what I’m wearing- a green and orange fresh love crewneck.

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo imagine #sturniolo fanfic #christopher sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matthew sturniolo imagine

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sarahscribbles · 10 months

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What if you did a summer fic where it started out really fluffy where Loki and reader go to the pool or lake, but then the reader pushes Loki in and it’s just like playful fight and then they have pool or lake sex 💀

I meant this to be super smutty but these fools had their own idea and it's smuffy instead! I hope you enjoy it nonetheless! This probably has the most anti-climatic ending every and I'm sorry! 😅

𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟒.𝟓𝐤

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

There are many things you dislike about Tony Stark.

You dislike his arrogance that’s barely mellowed a fraction with age. You dislike how he refuses to back down in an argument, even when it’s painfully clear to everyone else that he’s wrong. You dislike the way he makes his hot chocolate with water and has the nerve to call it “the real thing.”

But one thing you adore about him is his generosity.

It’s because of Tony that you can feel a warm afternoon breeze gently caressing your bare skin. It’s, thankfully, not unbearably hot. Instead, it provides just the perfect amount of relief against the mid morning sun that’s making the Pacific Ocean glitter invitingly before you. The breeze brings with it the fragrant scent of the manicured garden just down below, and you can’t help but close your eyes to breathe it in. There are traces of orange and vanilla perfuming the air, along with something spicy that you’ve failed to discern after two days.

It’s a strange combination of scents, yet somehow it works. It reminds you that you’re a million miles away from New York and everything that comes with it.

You aren’t going to be called to any ridiculously early training sessions with Rogers, or asked to help break up whatever pissing contest Thor and Tony have going on. For two weeks - two glorious weeks - you’re just a normal person celebrating her anniversary with the love of her life.

Only you’re doing so on a private island in Mexico that you flew to on Tony Stark’s private jet.

This was his gift to you and Loki - two uninterrupted weeks together to just be a normal couple. You’re still not sure how you can ever thank him, not that he’ll expect you to.

It’s one of the best things about him, though you’ll never say it to his face. His ego, after all, is big enough.

“This place suits you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so relaxed.” Your lover’s voice, sweet as honey, drifts across the room. Even after three years together, it still makes tiny butterflies erupt in your stomach.

You turn to see Loki strolling easily through the wide open space of Tony’s beach house. He looks as regal and elegant as ever, even wearing a slouchy pair of grey sweatpants that sit low on his hips. You appreciate that he’s forgone a shirt, choosing instead to flaunt his chiseled chest and the faint red scratch marks still adorning it.

The patchwork of lovebites on his neck, though, isn’t so subtle. Not that you mind - you want everyone and their mother to know that this man is yours.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt so relaxed,” you reply, basking in the feel of his strong arms looping around your waist. You breathe in the scent of him, letting it wrap itself around you like a safety blanket.

It’s Loki. It’s home.

He pulls you back tighter against his bare chest, continuing to loop his arms around you in such a way that you know nothing in the world could ever hurt you, and you soon feel the gentle press of his lips in your hair. It’s these small moments - like being wrapped in his arms while the ocean twinkles happily before you - that you wish you could live in. He’s the love of your life, your best friend, and no amount of time spent with him is ever enough.

“Mmm, if your snoring is anything to go by, then I believe you,” he teases with a playful nip to the tip of your ear. “For a moment I feared my brother had followed us here.”

You grin and bump your hips back against his. “Are you trying to get pushed in the pool? Because it sounds like you’re trying to get pushed in the pool.”

His quick laughter rolls over you, rich and deep as velvet, and the sound of it still makes something warm and golden blossom in your stomach. “Your threats are truly adorable, darling,” he replies, resting his chin atop your head.

It’s only for a second because you’re quickly wrigging in his arms until you’re both face to face. Only now, you get to admire up close the love bites you covered him in the night before, and how his pale skin makes them deliciously prominent. He looks so beautiful, so damned sinful, that you’re filled with a new determination that he’ll be wearing your marks for the entire two weeks.

“What? You don’t think I could push you in that pool?” You feign offense, but the twinkle of mischief in his eyes tells you he knows you’re only starting the age old game between you both.

“Darling, do tell me,” he begins smoothly, bending easily to lock his hands behind your knees and toss you over his shoulder like you weigh less than air. “How exactly do you plan on accomplishing that from here?” He gives your ass a light slap as if to emphasise his point.

He lets his hand rest there as he carries you through the house, all the while your half hearted cries of protest melt quickly to bubbles of laughter. “You never play fair! Asshole!” you pretend to huff as he effortlessly sends the bamboo doors swinging open without so much as a touch.

It’s hotter than you anticipated outside - much hotter - and you’re quickly grateful for the coolness of Loki’s skin seeping through the thin material of your robe like a soothing balm. It’s a gratefulness that doesn’t last long - little more than a space of a heartbeat - when Loki decides to roughly pinch your ass, hard enough that your cunt clenches and you know that a bruise will be blooming beautifully there come tomorrow.

“Oh, darling, has it really taken you all this time to notice?” he teases, turning down the shaded path that winds lazily down to the pool.

Unseen by him, you roll your eyes.

With each step Loki takes, the air grows thicker with the sweet scent of vanilla and the heavy scent of the Mexican heat. The trees towering above are alive with the cheerful melodies of a choir of songbirds and, in the distance, you can hear the rush of water from the impressive waterfall that spills neverendingly into the pool. It’s so blissfully peaceful that you could easily fall asleep on Loki’s shoulder, but as the crashing of the waterfall grows closer and you realise he’s heading towards the pool, you quickly stop chattering and stiffen on his shoulder.

“Don’t you dare,” you warn him slowly, trying your best to prop yourself up on his strong back. His skin is so wonderfully cool against yours, though, that you can’t stop the quiet moan of contentment.

A large hand runs along the back of your thigh, sending a trail of goosebumps erupting along your body as how deceptively harmless it feels. “Hmm? Whatever do you mean, darling?” he replies innocently. “I only thought we could admire Stark’s pool together.”

That damn pool.

You try vainly to twist in his grip, to try and calculate just how many seconds you have before he’s tossing you into the water, but, no matter how you turn, all you can see is the sandstone tiles of the floor.

“We’ve admired this pool every night since we got here! It’s probably more familiar with your ass than I am!” you shoot back, just as Loki comes to a stop right by the edge of the pool.

He doesn’t reply, but makes a show of turning left and right, as though he’s deliberating where best to throw you in to keep himself safe from your inevitable retaliation when you resurface. You feel him adjust his arms around you, letting one snake across your bare legs as though he’s preparing to toss you in, and fresh protests spill easily from your lips in a last desperate plea.

“Loki! I mean it! Don’t you dare….!” Your voice has risen several octaves and you’re wriggling in his grip, something you know is completely pointless. If Loki wants to throw you in the pool, then you’re going to be thrown in the pool.

You feel yourself moving through the air and your arms are already flailing, bracing for contact with the clearer than crystal water. You’re even sucking in a breath and closing your eyes in preparation…

But your feet come into quick contact with the solid ground beneath you.

When your eyes snap open, Loki is grinning wickedly at you and those pretty green eyes are dancing with mischief. You swear you fall in love with him a little bit more.

“Did you really think I’d do that to you, darling?” he purrs smoothly, looping strong arms back around your waist to pull you flush against his chest.

Thankful as you are for the soothing coolness seeping off him, you answer with a soft thwack that you know barely tickles him. “Yes! Throwing someone in a pool - throwing me in a pool - is your equivalent of setting a child loose in a bouncy castle!” You try to sound stern, but he can no doubt see the grin that’s threatening to break across your face.

He’s a mischievous scamp, he’s what your grandmother would fondly call a rascal, but he can make you smile as easily as breathing. It’s one of the many, many reasons why you love him with every last fibre of your being, with your entire soul. He’s your God of Mischief and you wouldn’t have him any other way.

Loki lets his face fall, but love still shines in his eyes like a new star in the night sky. “I am wounded, darling, that you think so little of me. Perhaps I wasn’t generous enough last night?” He slides his hands down to squeeze your ass, and a new look settles across his handsome face.

Lust.

Something hot and molten lurches to life in your stomach and your core burns almost instantly at the memory of him between your thighs. His warm tongue licking and lapping for hours until you felt all but boneless against the mattress and his quiet moans as though bringing you to climax was the sole source of his pleasure.

You breathe in deeply and your fingers curl into the bare skin of Loki’s shoulder. It’s something he doesn’t miss - of course he doesn’t miss - and he squeezes your ass again, this time notably rougher.

“Mmm, that’s what I thought,” he purrs, so low and deep that you can feel it rumbling through his chest. “If those glorious little noises you made all night were an indication, you did seem quite fond of my mouth, darling.”

That sinfully talented mouth of his. Not only could it weave words so sweet that your heart filled with warmth, but it could make you see entire galaxies explode behind your eyes.

One cool hand rises to cup your cheek and you lean easily into it. Loki’s eyes are sparkling in front of you, and you know you’re looking at a man so hopelessly in love that he would burn the world to cinders if you asked. He looks so soft, so happy, and it’s only you that will ever see him this way.

It’s intoxicating.

His eyes flick to your lips and you part them almost on instinct. His hand at your waist pulls you tighter against him until you can feel his racing heartbeat thumping against yours. You wait until his lips are barely a milimetre from yours, until you can feel his warm breath fanning across your cheeks.

You wait until he leasts expect it to shove him with all your strength into the pool.

It’s the unexpectedness that makes it a success, and he falls into the water all flailing limbs and colourful curses. It’s the most undignified you’ve ever seen him and a shout of laughter rises out of you like a butterfly on the wind, even though you’ve likely signed your own death warrant.

Your heart is racing in your chest when he surfaces and you see the dangerous glint now glittering in his eyes, the one that tells you he’ll show no mercy once he gets his hands on you. Still, you can’t wipe the prideful smile from your face - it’s been months since you’ve managed to trick him.

He glides effortlessly - elegantly, even - through the water, even with the weight of his soaking sweatpants. “That was a very foolish thing to do, dove,” he warns, the deep, playful timbre of his voice making your cunt clench in anticipation of what he’s planning.

You expect him to climb out of the pool and throw you back over his shoulder. Maybe he’ll take you straight to the cabana and lay you across his knee. Or, maybe he’ll edge you senseless for a few hours before making you cum again and again and again, until you’re barely able to string two words together…

What you didn’t expect, though, was for Loki to reach and grab you easily around the knees until you’re folded over his shoulder.

“No, Loki, don’t -!” You manage to screech out between rolls of laughter before he drops you in the water without ceremony.

It washes over you, cool and refreshing against the Mexican heat, and you find you almost want to stay submerged between the twinkling surface. When you do resurface, your robe is sticking tight to your body and Loki is wearing a grin so boyish and infectious that you can’t help but return it.

You launch yourself at him across the water, aiming to knock him backwards as further retaliation, but he barely stumbles and catches you easily in his arms.

“Truly an admirable attempt, but you’ll have to try much harder than that,” he teases smoothly.

You try to wriggle out of his grip, but he only twists his arms tighter around your waist to press you firmly against his chest. “Let me go and I will,” you reply, still trying in vain to wrench yourself free.

Loki’s answering laughter is light and makes your heart skip a beat. “Darling, I have no intention of letting you go. Not when you still owe me a kiss.”

Playfully, you turn your head to the side in a refusal to meet his request. “Nope. I don’t want to kiss you,” you pretend to huff, but barely a second later a strong hand presses against your cheek to make you face him.

And then his lips are crashing against yours.

You can’t help the way your breath catches in your throat because as long you live you’ll never grow tired of how it feels to kiss him. His lips are soft as fresh snow, and they’re moving so slowly and lazily against your own that your first instinct is to try and pull him even closer, even though you’re skin on skin.

You would melt into this man if you could.

His hands wander easily to your chest to begin pushing the sopping wet material of your robe off your shoulders, and it’s impossible not to moan into his mouth when his fingers dance over your bare skin in a hungry search for more. Yours follow beneath the water, eagerly reaching for the waistband of his sweatpants only to be met with the firm muscles of his lower stomach.

You grin into the kiss. “Presumptuous,” you tease against his lips, letting your fingers trace idly along the hardened length of him beneath the water.

“Would you have turned me down, dove?” he replies, nipping gently at your lower lip while he rolls his hips into your hand.

“No,” you breathe out, twisting yourself back around him.

It’s just you and Loki - naked, and making out in Tony Stark’s swimming pool like a pair of lust fueled teenagers. It’s invigorating, it’s addictive. Nothing on earth could make you give this man up.

The easy, languid silence of your kiss is only broken by the melody of birdsong from above and the crash of the waterfall behind you. You’re so focused on Loki - how his hands feel as they explore your body like you’re a work of art and how his hair feels tangled around your fingers - that you barely notice he’s walking you both backward in the pool until you’re hit with the full force of the waterfall from above.

It only lasts for a second, but you still pull back from Loki with a screech of shock and a look of amused exasperation. “Was that…was that really -,” you begin, only to be cut off by his mouth finding yours again.

It’s only then that you realise he’s pushed you into the little alcove hidden behind the waterfall. The Mexican sun is no longer burning down on you and instead, it’s blissfully cool. It’s comfortable.

God, how you love him.

Loki’s hands are still grasping you like he fears you’ll slip away and his lips are worshipping every part of you that he can reach. He’s everywhere all at once, almost as though you’re going to be snatched from him before he has the chance to love you.

“Beautiful thing. Enchanting creature,” he murmurs, kissing his way down your neck and setting your blood on fire.

“I’m not going anywhere, you know,” you manage to force the words out while his teeth nip at your skin.

You feel the wet heat of his tongue soothing the marks he’s just made, and if it weren’t for his arms holding you steady, you swear you would crumble to the floor of the pool.

“Oh, darling, I’d like to see you try,” he replies, just as your back hits the smooth wall of the alcove.

You let him press you against it until you aren’t sure where he ends and you begin. His mouth is hot and heavy and demanding against yours, and already he’s wrapped a hand around your knee to coax your leg around his waist. It’s a request you grant him easily, quickly wrapping both around him to pull him tight against you and letting your heels squeeze against the flesh of his ass.

That perfect, godly ass.

Loki moans shamelessly into your mouth as your grip makes his cock brush teasingly against you. It’s one sound that you’ll never tire of hearing - the sound of your lovers pleasure - and it sends molten heat flowing through your blood.

It’s an automatic reaction to then twist your fingers tighter in his soaking curls, anything to pull that divine sound from him once again. “God, you’re sexy when you moan.” It’s a mindless comment, but it slips from your lips before you can stop it.

Because, well, he is.

You feel Loki pull back and when you peer at him through half lidded eyes, his lips are curled in that devilishly handsome smirk that sends your heart skipping in your chest. “And what of the rest of the time? Must you keep wounding me, my darling?” he teases, all while dragging his cock torturously through your cunt.

A moan flutters from you as eager fingers grasp his broad shoulders. Wantonly, you try to spread your legs further, try to invite him in, but it’s impossible when he’s already got you spread like a sin for him.

“You know I think you’re beautiful,” you breathe out, head hitting the stone behind you as the tip of his cock brushes wondrously over your clit.

His every touch feels electric and you know he’s ruined you for anyone else. Not that there’ll ever be anyone else, of course; Loki is your missing puzzle piece and your entire heart. He’s yours for keeps.

“Oh?” he answers and latches on to the sensitive skin of your neck once more, but still not easing into you the way you’re desperate for him to. “And what else, hmm?”

You laugh softly in his ear and you swear you feel him smile against your neck. You’ll play along. If he wants praise then you’ll give it to him until your lungs give out. “You’re brave. So brave. My beautiful, brave boy,” you murmur while he continues to nip along your throat.

He pauses to press a gentle, lingering kiss to the juncture of your neck and shoulder, only to resume his path of lovebites across your collarbone.

“You’re funny. God, you’re funny, most times without even trying.” You keep going, hearing him hum in approval against your skin.

He’s been mostly silent, but you can feel how much he loves you in every press of his lips and nip of his teeth. It’s enough to have tears prick at the backs of your eyes.

“You make me feel like I’m enough every single day,” you say in little more than a whisper. You feel his lips go still against your collarbone, and then he’s pulling back to look at you with those glittering green eyes. “You’re a good person, Loki, and you’re my best friend.”

His eyes soften at the same time the water around you ripples. He clasps your face in both hands to place a blistering kiss to your waiting lips. It’s hot and heavy and passionate, and you feel it all the way down to your toes. You’re clasping his shoulders like he’s your life raft and drinking him in like oxygen.

He’s Loki. He’s all you’ll ever need.

Slowly, he pulls back from your lips to let his nose bump against yours and you feel him roll his hips, pressing the entire hardened length of his cock against your aching cunt. “Say my name,” he says huskily. It’s both an order and a plea.

“Loki…ugh!” you groan shamelessly when the tip of his cock brushes tormentingly over your clit. Your nails are digging so hard into his shoulders that you can clearly see the tiny half moons marking his skin, but he still doesn’t give you what you crave.

“Again,” he demands, unquestionable lust now dripping from his voice.

“Loki…fuck…please!” You arch your back against the cool stone as he presses against your entrance

“Again.”

“Loki!” The third cry of his name melts to a whine when he slides himself inside you in one smooth thrust, until you’re filled to the brim with your god.

Eager muscles clench desperately around him because you’re close to drunk on the solid feel of him between your legs and impatient for the first glorious thrust of his hips. It doesn’t come, though, and instead, he rests his forehead against yours while he’s buried inside you. You can feel the impatient twitch of his cock, but still, he doesn’t move.

“You are the best thing that has ever happened to me,” he says softly, voicing the same thought you’ve had about him time and time again. “My beautiful little mortal. How lucky am I to call you mine.”

His voice is sweeter than honey and sends warmth flooding through your veins, filling every inch of you with so much love for him that you fear it will spill from your pores. This beautiful, perfect man - who never stops doubting how worthy he is of your love - is everything you ever dreamed of and more.

You want to tell him, to tell him that he’s the reason you breathe and the reason your world spins, but it’s impossible to convey the depth of your feelings. “I love you.” You settle on saying. It’s soft and quiet and you know he knows, but his eyes light up each and every time you tell him, and right now they’re glittering like new stars.

Will you ever tire of how devastatingly beautiful he is?

There’s another quiet ripple of calm, turquoise water as he leans in to kiss you again, and this time it’s wondrously slow and deep. It feels like magic, like he’s pouring his entire soul into this one kiss. You loop your arms tighter around his shoulders and his hips finally begin to roll against yours as equally slow and deep as his kiss.

That’s when you realise. He isn’t going to fuck you beneath this waterfall - he’s going to make love to you.

His lips are locked with yours while he moves, each slow, deliberate thrust of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you perfectly. Your quiet whimper mixes with his deep moan, and you press the heels of your feet against his ass again, pushing him deeper still with each thrust because you can never get him close enough.

“You’re…you’re amazing, Loki,” you say stupidly when you break for air. “Completely amaz…ugh!”

Your praise melts to another moan when he buries his face in your neck, trailing hot, open mouthed kisses along your flushed skin at the same you feel his hand groping around beside you.

“Take my hand,” he breathes out roughly. It’s such an innocent request that makes your heart feel like it will burst.

What did you do so right to deserve this man?

Wordlessly, you intertwine your fingers with his, feeling him squeeze your hand as he begins to build you toward the edge. He knows your body so intimately that it doesn’t take long for the first heady ripples of pleasure to flicker in your core.

Loki rests his forehead against your temple, grunting and whimpering so beautifully in your ear that it sends an inferno burning between your thighs. Each thrust of his cock has you keening and babbling out pleas for more - and more he’s only too happy to give you.

He’s filling you so beautifully and making you dance right on the edge of pleasure that you aren’t sure how much longer you’ll last without toppling over.

Loki, though, silences your worries barely a moment later with a pornographic grunt. “I’m close…darling…’m so close,” he pleads shakily as you cradle his head against you.

“Loki…I’m - “

“Cum for me,” Loki interrupts huskily with another squeeze of your hand. “Please, darling.”

Barely a second later, your climax rips through every inch of you and Loki’s name is falling from your lips like a prayer. He freefalls at the exact moment you do, pressing you firmly against the stone while he chases every last drop of his pleasure. It’s dizzying, almost, to hear his curses, his moans, his cries of your name as his orgasm shatters him.

Even more dizzying are the sounds of his deep, heavy pants in your ear as he comes down from his high, and his chest heaves against yours while you both catch your breath. You, an insignificant little mortal, have made this god unravel like string. It makes pride bloom through you and clutch him that little bit tighter to your chest.

“I love you,” Loki murmurs quietly, his lips ghosting across your cheek in the softest of kisses. “But, darling, I simply must have you again,” he teases and easily tosses you back over his shoulder.

You can’t help but laugh as he wades through the water, not even close to tired. “Maybe in a bed this time? I think that would be nice.”

His shoulder shakes beneath you. “There are 32 rooms in Stark’s humble home. I don’t plan on leaving this island until I’ve had you in each and every one of them.”

#loki #loki smut #loki x reader #loki fanfiction

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halcyonwrld · 3 months

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— A LATE BREAKFAST

PAIRING. Jennie Kim x Reader

With a big test coming up, you and your girlfriend make a bet to see who can stay awake the longest during your study date. Ultimately, you win. This is a brief glimpse of the cozy morning afternoon that follows. (1.3K)

TAGS. college!au, just some good ol’ domestic fluff, a suggestive mention or two, playful mention of suffocating 💀

Waking up feels like transitioning out of a daze and headfirst into a living daydream. Everything feels warm and hazy. Sunlight pours in slats through the blinds. Distantly, you register the sound of the humming air conditioner, and the soft lull of music from the apartment above you.

Being inside of these four walls brings you a feeling you can only describe as pure comfort. The kind that makes you wish you could stay in bed forever.

You yawn as you come to, sluggishly scanning your apartment.

The TV is on, paused on Netflix’s home screen.

With a groan, you stretch, careful of Kuma at the foot of the bed. The joints in your legs crack with a satisfying pop of pressure. That satisfaction is shortlived; you can’t help but grimace as you notice your arm is trapped.

Jennie snores softly against your shoulder, blissfully unaware of your predicament at the moment. Your girlfriend is practically on her stomach with the way she’s curled into you, black hair mussed wildly about on her forehead, arms contorted in such an awkward way you wonder how she’s sleeping so peacefully.

She’s lucky she’s cute.

You try to pull your arm, but no give. And an annoying blunt something is digging into your waist.

Turning fully onto your side, you blindly fumble with your hand underneath the sheets. You realize it’s your phone as soon as you get ahold of it.

Turning it on— your eyes widen: it’s nearly 2 in the afternoon! You can’t believe you’ve actually slept the entire morning away. Again.

It takes you mumbling her name at least three times before Jennie begins to rouse from her sleep. (Though, you think it's your weak movements attempting to free your arm that truly wakes her.)

She squints at the light, immediately screwing her eyes shut. Then, she loops an arm around your waist and nuzzles into your chest. “Five more minutes…” she murmurs, the ghost of her lips tickling your sternum.

“Jen…” you warn.

Like a child, she whines an indignant noise, burrowing further into your warmth.

You roll your eyes before you press a patient kiss to the top of her head. Your stomach grumbles; of course she smells like blueberries, of course.

“You… you know that you fell asleep first, right?” you murmur through a yawn, teasing despite the sleepy haze that still has a grip on you both.

"Mmm, no I didn't,” she rasps, lying straight through her teeth, “you fell asleep before me, but-"

"But nothing- unless… you have proof that I don’t?”

She goes quiet at that.

Too quiet.

"Babe… you're gonna fall asleep in five more minutes, and-” You huff, yanking your arm from underneath her. Tingles shoot down to your cold fingertips as the blood begins to flow back into your veins. “I need to piss."

Jennie groans. "Just hold it."

You scoff, pushing her away by the forehead. "How about I suffocate you instead?"

"Ugh… fine.”

Jennie rolls onto her back, allowing you to move. She cocoons herself in the sheets to the neck after you stand. Watches you with puffy, low eyes as you round the bed.

“Delete the photos… I know you have so many terrible pictures.”

You scoop up a random shirt from the floor, sending her a lovesick smile when your head pops out of the top. “Babe, please… you’re the most photogenic person I know.”

“Blegh,” she complains, face scrunched as she tugs your pillow over her head, “Too cheesy.”

You giggle as you make your way to the bathroom.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

"Jagiya…"

You hum at the term of endearment, glancing at your girl as you tug on a random pair of grey sweatpants, foamy toothbrush stuck to your jaw.

Jennie looks far more awake. In the time you’ve spent in the bathroom, she’s propped a pillow underneath her head, and found her phone. The sheets have slipped just below her collarbones, revealing the straps of her lace bra.

She places her phone on her stomach when you look at her, giving you her full attention. That soft stare of hers doesn't fail to give you butterflies.

"Thought you only needed the bathroom?" she asks.

You shrug. "Well, now I'm hungry."

She smirks. "No need to leave, I'm right here."

You roll your eyes and head back to the bathroom to finish up, ignoring her call of complaint.

"Since we missed breakfast, m’gonna make some. Want something specific?" you call before you turn on the shower for her, knowing she preferred to first thing in the morning.

You step out to hear her clearly, leaning your weight against the doorframe. She’s staring at herself in the ceiling mirror, rubbing an eye.

"Toast please,” she mumbles sweetly.

You hum, then collect all of your textbooks and loose papers from last night and shove them into your bag.

"What is-"

You look over.

Jennie is sitting up now, blankets bunched around her hips and a familiar paper in her hands. She smooths out a yellow sticky note, and you wince to yourself as she squints to read it, already knowing what it is.

She holds it up for you to see, eyebrows raised. "Really?"

You can barely make it out from where you’re standing, but you don't need to. You remember lazily scribbling the words ‘LOSER’ on it last night. Along with the click of your camera taking an incredible amount of pictures after sticking it to her forehead… how your drowsy laughter flooded the room as she didn't budge not once, too comfortable in your presence to once rouse from her sleep.

And yeah, maybe one of those pictures is your wallpaper right now, but what she doesn't know won't hurt her.

"Oh, where did that come from?” you drawl, scratching your head and glaring at the slip of paper as if you didn’t recognize it. “Weird.”

“Yeah… so weird.”

You glance around, trying to ignore the feeling of her knowing gaze burning holes into your face. Kuma scratches insistently at the door, whining. "Oh, Kuma needs to pee. Gotta go!" you rush, happy to have an out.

You swing open the door and let the canine rush out ahead of you, phone in hand as you escape Jennie’s grumbles to herself.

"Y/n!"

You pause mid-step down the hall, a suspicious squint to nothing in particular. Your girlfriend actually sounds upset. Kuma continues on without either of you, nails clicking against the floors as he jogs around the corner, not a care in the world as he races to the kitchen.

You shove your phone into your back pocket as you walk back to the room. You peek inside, blinking innocently as possible. "What?"

Steam wafts from the bathroom. Jennie is on the edge of the bed in nothing but a bra and some sweats, tying up her hair into a ponytail. The simple image of all of her beauty in a haze of golden light, is a sight that makes you swallow, hard.

She turns toward you, mischievous eyes brightening when she sees you've come back for her.

"Kiss please?" she begs in a voice you know all too well. She reaches out, expectant. Pleading with an expression that makes you a little weak in the knees.

Definitely a trap.

You’ll give her a 9/10 for effort, but you know any tricks she has up her sleeve will only prolong your day even further. Typically, you wouldn’t mind, but you’re nowhere near ready for an interrogation about the pictures you took last night, and you know she’s wondering.

You match her scheming smile, pretending to her request over. "Hm…. you can get all of the kisses you want, after you get up and brush your teeth.”

Just to be annoying, you blow one to her before you leave.

Jennie groans dramatically as you shut the door behind you.

#blackpink imagines #blackpink x reader #jennie kim x reader #jennie kim imagine #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #gg x reader #gg imagines #blackpink fanfic #halcyonfics

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bluejeanstrash · 1 year

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pt. 2 mansplain

pt. 1 manspread, pt. 3 manipulate

around 3 weeks had passed since ‘that’ night. you had stumbled back to your room with the aftertaste of cheol’s cum in your mouth and as you collapsed on your bed, exhausted, you decided it was a mistake.

so, you started avoiding him. in person that is. both cheol and his thick cock were still on your mind - memories of him bringing you to orgasm every night.

despite that, you did everything possible to make sure you wouldn’t run into him. so much so, that you kind of knew his schedule at this point. but it was stressful. your room was gross, dishes piling up since you could only go into the kitchen late at night to eat, and your sleep schedule was a complete mess. all the sneaking around and late nights had made you pretty fucking irritable. or maybe it was what happened 3 days ago.

you had been sneaking out to head to class early in the morning and as you passed his room, the door suddenly opened. of course you’d prepared for this, which is why you had headphones on, so you could walk by and pretend you didn’t hear anything. but there was a smell…and it smelled like sweet perfume. your head snapped - it was a girl.

her hair was a mess, her clothes obviously put on in a hurry, and she had the dumbest smile plastered across her face. like she’d never had a complex thought in her life. but despite it all, she looked so blissfully happy. what did she look so fucking pleased for?

you caught cheol’s eye as he smiled at you, smug as ever, his bare chest peeking through the door. panicking, you hurried off not acknowledging either of them.

it had been playing on your mind since. sure, you had been avoiding him but you kind of thought he was spending every waking moment thinking of you.

and now, as you’re waiting for the water to come to a boil at 2 am to make some instant noodles, your mind goes back to it - who was she? you’re so preoccupied that you don’t even hear cheol walk in.

‘o-oh, look who it is’ he laughs as you jump at the sudden voice. fuck fuck fuck.

‘how are you?’ he asks coolly, leaning against the kitchen counter. it bothers you how unbothered he sounds.

‘good’

‘i’m good too.’ he says even though you didn’t ask.

silence.

‘are you not going to look at me? aww, do i make you nervous?’ he pouts, talking down to you. asshole. you really don’t want to feed his ego so you turn towards him, flashing him a forced smile.

fuck, he looks good. he’s wearing a loose black t-shirt and grey sweatpants with a thin silver chain around his neck. and even though you only looked at him for second, you can tell he’s not wearing any underwear, his cock hanging loose under his sweats. you feel your body getting hot at the thought. focus.

you reach for a pair of scissors, and as you go to grab them, they slip out of your now clammy hands, falling to the floor. cheol starts walking over to pick them up.

‘DON’T -’ you snap, making him stop mid-way.

‘someone’s tense’ there’s that hint of satisfaction in his voice again.

‘i’m not tense’ you say, picking them off the floor.

‘mmm, you are’ he hums.

‘no’ you clench your teeth, irritated.

‘yeah, you are’ he insists. like it’s a fact. don’t you know?

‘no, i’m fucking not. why are you telling me how i’m fucking feeling?’

there’s an abrupt silence. and it continues for what seems like ages as you start feeling really uncomfortable. cheol watches you, looking directly at you while you look away. for a second you feel like he might leave. instead, he starts walking over to you.

‘do you…want me…to help you…release…some of that tension?’ he asks, coming one step closer with every pause.

you really wish he wouldn’t. just a few inches more and your brain will start getting foggy and stupid.

‘no…’ your voice is small.

‘no? so you don’t want me to return the favour?’ of course you did. it was childish but you wanted what she got - that blissfully stupid satisfied smile on your face.

you stay silent as he takes his last step, standing right in front of you. he studies your face, amused by how you can’t meet his eye. is it bad that you want him to kiss you?

and then he does. he leans forward, placing a soft wet kiss on your neck as you let out a low sigh. you finally look up at him.

there’s a look of pure arrogance in his eyes that turns you on more than it should. he grabs your face pulling you into a rough sloppy kiss. and as you kiss, you feel his hand travel down your body. he gropes your breast, squeezing it hard, before sliding his hand underneath your shorts.

as his fingers press against your damp core, you shudder. you’ve been craving this for so long that it feels almost surreal. dazed and dizzy, you grab onto his arms for support, suddenly realising how small your hands look on his biceps. it’s so hot. do you have a size kink now? you don’t know anything anymore.

he pulls your panties aside, his fingers making direct contact with your wet folds and slowly starts rubbing. you need more. so you spread your legs to give him better access, unable to control the pornographic sounds spilling out of your mouth.

‘how is it -’ he suddenly pushes two fingers into you as you let out an embarrassingly loud moan and starts thrusting ‘-that you’re always acting like a slut where people can see you?’

‘i’m not..a slut..’ you argue, sure as hell feeling like one.

‘mmm? look at you…dripping wet…moaning in my ear…getting fingered by a guy you barely know…and you’re not a slut?’ he curls his fingers up and you feel yourself tightening around him.

you have half a mind to argue that he was doing the same thing just a few weeks ago - acting like a slut in public - but when his thumb starts rubbing circles on your clit you decide there are more important things. like whatever feeling is building up between your legs.

‘aren’t you ashamed of yourself?’ he clicks his tongue. ‘letting just anyone stick it in your holes? first your mouth, now your pussy. filthy fucking whore’ he mocks, as you gush around his fingers.

every time he degrades you, you feel closer to your orgasm. you know that just a few more minutes and it’ll take over you. so, you try to push him away, grabbing his wrist.

‘seungcheol...please stop…if you keep doing that, i’ll cum’ it’s too soon and he had promised you his face between your thighs. this couldn’t be all, right?

‘so? cum’ he sounds bored by your concerns. it’s impossible to the hide the disappointment on your face. and before you can mask it he’s already seen it.

‘i asked you to cum’ he orders as his fingers start fucking you faster, his lips back on your neck, sucking that sweet spot below your ear. fuck it, you might as well. you let yourself go allowing the orgasm to build up and cum all over his fingers, your walls pulsing around him.

you hold yourself against him, breathing hard, as you feel it die down, disappointed it’s already over.

‘taste yourself’ he brings his fingers up and sticks them in your mouth, watching as you suck on your own juices.

and then, without warning, he lifts you up on the counter. ‘even i want to taste’ he hums, making his way down between your thighs.

‘take them off’ he tugs at your shorts. you feel your face burning as you pull your shorts and panties off, dropping them to floor.

‘go on, spread your legs, let me see your wet little cunt’ he orders, his tongue slowly grazing his teeth as he takes in the sight - your pretty pussy all slick and shiny for him. how perfect.

as he stares, with an incredibly lewd expression on his face, you’re suddenly aware of how much of you he can actually see. embarrassed, you try and close your legs but he pries them open, the strength in his arms far greater than what you can muster.

‘isn’t this what you’ve been waiting for? why are you so embarrassed now?’ he asks, reaching forward to kiss your inner thigh. you feel faint.

‘do you think i don’t know that you’ve been playing with your pussy every night thinking about me?’

how did he know?

‘making yourself cum by imagining my fat cock in your mouth…that’s what you should be embarrassed about you desperate slut’ you feel like you could cum again from his words alone.

‘seungcheol…please’ you don’t care anymore. you want just his tongue on you.

‘please what?’ he kisses closer, his nose accidentally grazing against your core, making you shiver.

‘please lick my pussy...i’ll do anything’ you beg.

you must’ve said the right thing because he pulls you forward, resting your legs on his broad shoulders. you feel his warm breath on you before he finally takes a taste of your slick cunt, letting out a low hum of approval, like when you have the first bite of something delicious.

you whimper as you watch him devour you - his tongue flat against you, giving you broad licks before curling at your clit. you’re already so sensitive from your first orgasm and you know you won’t last too long. especially because of how hot he looks - you can see the hint of a tattoo on his back and his thick cock erect under his sweatpants, the outline of which makes you feel stupidly aroused.

and just when you think he can’t look hotter he looks up at you, watching you through his pretty lashes as he eats you out. it’s so…intimate and as his licks get quicker and more intense, you feel yourself on the edge.

‘...don’t stop’ and he doesn’t. your eyes shut and your mouth falls open in anticipation of your orgasm. you can feel it, just a few more seconds. just anoth-

and then he stops.

your eyes fly open immediately. why, why, why? you were so close.

he smirks at your reaction and suddenly gets up, standing in between your legs. he wraps his hand around your throat and with a cold unfeeling look in his eyes says ‘tell me you’re my dumb slut.’

well, you did say you’d do anything and he wants to test how bad you want it. but there’s no way you’re going to call yourself dumb, especially in comparison to him. and there’s no way you’re calling yourself his property. right?

his eyebrow cocks up ever so slightly at your silence. you gasp for air as his fingers clench tighter around your neck. ‘tell me. you’re my. dumb slut.’ cheol repeats slowly.

you can never admit it but you’ve never been this turned on. you press your thighs together to calm down and are actually embarrassed at the lack of friction between them. you’re sickeningly wet.

very softly, barely above a whisper, you answer ‘i..i’m your dumb slut’

a slow smile creeps onto his face. he’s so so pleased with you and for a second you feel almost proud. he removes his hand from your throat and grabs your face, laughing cruelly ‘god, i love pathetic whores like you…throwing away your self respect so easily’ and just like that he’s in between your legs once again.

he grabs your legs, holding them up and apart as he eats you out, his tongue fucking your hole. there’s something about watching his tongue move in and out of you that makes you wish he would pull out his cock and fuck you right here, right now. focus.

you grab at cheols hair, pulling at it as he switches back to tasting you, giving light quick flicks against your clit. yes, that’s it. it feels so fucking good - his tongue licking around your swollen clit over and over again. as he continues, your eyes flutter shut and a smile spreads across your face. you can tell it’s that stupid fucking smile she had on hers. and now you get why.

you can’t tell if it’s the wet noises of how he’s slurping you up or the way his saliva is mixing with your juices making everything a slippery mess, or maybe both, but you feel the most intense orgasm building up, the knot in your stomach begging to be released.

‘i’m…i’m going to cum’ you moan, pushing his face into your cunt as he keeps going.

and as he gives you his last licks, you scream, euphoria taking over you body. he looks up, watching you, as you quiver with pleasure, coating his face with your sticky cum. and it just doesn’t stop - waves and waves of pleasure keep washing over you before you physically push him away, unable to take anymore.

it was everything you imagined it would be. ugh.

you shut your eyes in the aftermath your intense orgasm, trying to come down from your high when you feel his tongue on you again, jumping at the sudden stimulation. ‘n-no…it’s too sensitive…’ you protest but as he starts giving you those light little tongue flicks again you feel your second orgasm die down and a third take its place.

a few minutes later he brings you to your third, less intense, but incredibly satisfying orgasm. as you come off it, you suddenly feel exhausted.

‘i can’t anymore...’ you mumble, completely drained. he looks at you for a second and nods, squeezing your thigh so as to say ‘good job’ before getting up.

you watch as he stands, lifting his t-shirt to wipe the wetness around his mouth before running his fingers through his hair. how is someone so fucking awful so hot?

he comes closer to you, placing his hands on your hips and your heart skips at the possibility of what could happen. but to your disappointment, he just lifts you up slightly helping you get down from the counter. he’s got that look on his face again - the one in which he feels like he’s figured you out.

‘well, now we’re even’ you declare, suddenly realising how naked you are compared to him. you hurriedly grab your clothes from the floor trying to cover up.

‘even?’ he laughs like you’ve said something incredibly stupid.

‘you cum all over me three times and we’re even? you owe me two extra orgasms -’ he stands right in front of you, lifting your face up with his hand ‘-and i’ll make sure you pay me back’

#i am once again ignoring the rules of grammar #scoups smut #scoups x reader #scoups imagine #seungcheol smut #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol imagine #scoups au #scoups drabble #seventeen smut #svt smut #scoups oneshot #seungcheol one shot #this hasnt been proofread so please ignore any mistakes #i'll fix them #soon?

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ssailormoonn · 2 months

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─── ❛ Sit ❜

Bachira X Fem!Reader

WC; 1.1k | !MDNI! | TW/CW; Cock warming, Bulging, Skirt kink, sub!Topᶠᵉᵐ , dom!Bottomᵐᵃˡᵉ, Praise, Pet names, Slight? Subdrop, Slight dub!con

M A S T E R L I S T ─── B L L K M A S T E R L I S T

The was a bright light shining in my face as my eyes open and I shot up from the bed now sitting up from the sun and from a familiar voice calling me.

I scan the boyish room and my eyes lay on Bachira sitting in a gaming chair and playing some game on the computer in front of him and was talking to someone through the headset, probably some of the boys playing with him.

"Oh, pretty, you're up," Bachira says spinning around to face me in his chair.

"Yeah," I say softly.

"C'mere, Pretty," He demands.

I pout in annoyance and walk over to him with my arms crossed wanting to know what's up with him. Bachira's looking good as usual, even in comfy home clothes he's still hot. White T-shirt that's almost see through and a pair of baggy grey sweats.

But, he's acting so weird. It's like it's not even him talking right now. I stand in front of him blocking his view to the game he was thoroughly engrossed in and right after he pats his lap gesturing me to take a seat on him.

"Sit here I wanna cuddle," He says says in a teasing tone, his emotions are complicating things, but how could I stay confused at him.

I straddle his lap and wrap one of my arms around his neck and the other folded against his chest lightly gripping the clothing on his shoulder as I bury my head further into his neck. He wraps his arms around my lower back but still playing the game. Though I kept on shuffling around trying to find a more comfortable position to sit in.

"Lemme guess, talking to your dear sweet Y/n," I voice says through his headphones I recognised the voice as Isagi, so loud I could hear.

"Mhm."

"Quit moving, Pretty," Bachira whispers into my ear.

As I listen to him and stop moving around I now rest my entire weight on his lap and only then could I feel his length prodding against my clothed sex. The unexpected action made me let out a whimper into neck.

"Oh hell nah, the fuck was that," Another voice says.

"Y/n's not feeling well, aren't you?" Bachira replied in the same teasing tone.

"Yeah," I say loud enough just for the microphone to catch.

The boys on the other line start to argue over each other making it the perfect time for Kawaki to talk to me without their ears hearing, "I can feel how wet you are just from that one move, Pretty," He whispers teasingly into the shell of my ear.

"So why don't you slip my dick into that pretty pussy of yours," He continues to whisper, "And sit still like the good girl you are for me."

"That's embarrassing," I shyly say into his shoulder.

"Mmm, come on baby, do it for me," He says almost begging with an edge of desperation in his voice.

"M'kay," I say into his shoulder.

I slide further away from the band of his sweatpants and pull it down his legs, he assists me by lifting his hips just a little. He wasn't wearing boxers so his hardened length sprung out hitting his abdomen..

In curiously I rub my thumb over his swollen tip swiping and moving the dripping precum from his dick and bringing my hand down to trace his prominent veins slightly sticking out of the flesh making him jut his hips forward and letting out a sharp hiss at the contact.

"Fuuuck, don't do that, Pretty, come baby," Bachira says gripping my hips in the reaction of my actions, "Be a good girl for me. Sit and please me."

I hesitantly stand up and slip my underwear down my legs with the band hooked under my finger. I stand out of the holes and was going to put the underwear in the handbag that I had. Before I was even a step away his voice spoke again.

"Uh-uh, Give me," Bachira says holding his hand out and I hesitantly hand him my garment and place in in the palm of his hand and right after he put it in the pocket of his sweats that were now half down his legs.

I shakily make my step towards him and straddle him once again. I see how he mutes his microphone and his hands grasp my hips and digs his nails slightly into my hips.

Grabbing the base of his dick and lubricate the tip with my arousal dragging the tip across my folds making it drag across my clit in the process making me let out breathy moans.

The bolts of electricity coursed through my and my heartbeat went down to my throbbing clit as I slightly lost my balance while letting and fell into him with my still clothed body pressing up against his. I manage to get my composure back and lift away from his chest and slowly sinking down onto his cock.

Taking my hand away from his base and continue to grip his shoulders. The breathy moans and whimpers continue to leave my throat as tears bunch up in my eyes from how big he is and I take a quick look down to see I'm only half way.

"Doing so well for me Pretty," Bachira moans, "Look at you stomach already getting bigger cause of me and you're not even fully in, so pretty baby."

Instead of taking my time to sink down on his dick I quickly put all my weight and sit with his full cock deep inside me and I could feel the tip just kissing my cervix making me let out a moan and he lets out a deep groan in return.

He groans out, "See Angel I knew you could do it, made for my dick."

I arch my back pressing my chest against his due to the over whelming pleasure of the angle his cock pressing into. His balls pressed right against the base of my ass, his pelvis pressing against my clit making me let out ragged moans and sighs as my back continued to arch into him.

I see his hand shakily reach out to grab his controller and unmutes his mic with his other hand, "Sorry mates, I'm back," Bachira says confidently but slightly breathy, as he continues to cock warm me.

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

M A S T E R L I S T

B L L K M A S T E R L I S T

#bllk smut #bllk x you #bllk x reader #bllk x yn #bachira x reader #bachira smut #meguru smut #bachira meguru smut

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coryosmin · 3 months

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something about reader cooking in the kitchen in her sundress/nightgown and coryo comes up behind her and wraps his arms around her waist and slowly kisses around her neck while talking to her “what are you cooking, baby”, “mmm, that smells good baby” and reader is trying to stay focused cause coryos hands wandered down her ass and hes palming her and she can feel his cock getting harder behind her and he’s all “focus on the food, baby” UGHH CORYO PLS. And he ends up fucking her on the counter doggy style with one of her legs up.

need a lil blurb about this please 🥲

nsfw | mdni | fem!reader

okay so how i imagine it is that it’s a sunday afternoon. you’re cooking lunch for both you and coryo, who didn’t have anything to do. you were dressed in a pretty simple sundress that went down to your thigh while coryo stayed in grey sweatpants (giggles) and a white t-shirt.

coryo walked into the kitchen, his arms immediately wrapping around you as he rested his chin on your shoulder. you let out a small giggle, stirring the pot as you were making a nice lil soup. “smells good, love,” coryo murmured into your ear, pressing a kiss onto your shoulder.

you smiled. “thank you,” you replied softly. coryo’s hands began wandering down your body, his right hand landing on your ass. he gave it a light smack as he was pressing his crotch against you. you felt the obvious boner he had as he massaged your ass. “coryo,” you sighed. “am cooking.”

coryo hummed in response, kissing the nape of your neck. “keep cooking, doll,” he murmured as he lifted up your dress and pulled your panties down. with one hand massaging your butt and the other reaching down to feel your slickness, you moaned. “always so wet and ready for me.”

“mhm” you said, looking down at the pot. the soup was done anyways as you stirred it one more time before turning off the heat. coryo moved the hand that was on your pussy to his sweatpants, pulling them down enough to let his cock escape.

coryo moved you slightly so that you were against the counter rather than the stove. he didn’t want you to get burned after all. and then he eased his cock to your hole, bending your over with a hand on your lower back. you moaned as his cock pushed at your hole, the stretch hurting slightly. “so tight,” coryo groaned, thrusting himself into you.

after a few moments, coryo brought his cock back out and then back in, quickening his pace. you moaned in pleasure, leaning your elbows on the counter. coryo grabbed your right leg, lifting it so it was on the counter as well. the new position caused you to moan loudly and for coryo to groan in pleasure as he thrusted his cock inside of you.

“feels so good,” you whined, meeting coryo’s thrusts.

“you feel so good around my cock, baby,” coryo said, breathing heavily as he fucked you.

and soon you both were cumming quick and hard, your pussy gushing around his cock as he came inside of you. and when you both were done, coryo put your panties back into place and lifted your dress down.

you turned around to face him with a small, lazy smile. “lunch is ready.”

#minsasks #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #thg #coriolanus snow #thg tbosas #tbosas #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow smut

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shinhoebakuhoekitten · 1 year

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I cannot get the idea of roommate Shinso, who has a smaller but loyal group of fans that he streams his spicy content to. The only catch is you don’t know about it and he only streams when you are out of the house for hours.

You were supposed to be at work but was first cut from your waitressing job and you were unexpectedly home a few hours early. You quietly enter your shared apartment, never knowing when your insomniac roommate was asleep or not.

You begin to knock on his door softly to signal that you were home early but before your knuckles make contact with the wood you hear a deep voice that you had never heard before.

“Mmm kittens, I don’t know if these donations are enough tonight to actually see daddy’s cock.”

Your eyes widen as you realize that it’s Shinso that is laying it on so thick. You had never heard your roommate like this before.

When you had first started rooming with him two years ago he was so quite that you weren’t sure if he ever actually talked. It wasn’t until months of hanging out as friends that you realized he was just a reserved guy but when did talk it was usually quick snarky quips that made you belly laugh.

Coming back to reality you placed your hand on the doorknob and realized that the door was not fully closed and had actually stopped right before shutting. You placed barely any pressure on it, allowing it to open just enough that you could see a sliver into his room.

There was Shinso, shirtless with light grey sweatpants on that were so low on his slender hips that you could see the beginning of his purple happy trail. He had worn his hair in a low ponytail and it was obvious that the camera on his laptop was only pointing to his lower abs and the huge bulge in his pants that he was slowly stroking through his sweatpants.

The sounds of donations started spilling in after he said that, making Shinso grin as he continued his slow strokes, showing that he had a way bigger cock then you ever expected from your roommate.

“That’s what daddy likes. Maybe you kittens do deserve to see my cock.”

Shinso didn’t tease his audience much longer as he began slowly shimming out of his low hanging sweatpants. You quickly realized that he was not wearing any underwear as his cock came springing upward once it was freed.

You tried not to gawk but you couldn’t believe how pretty his dick actually was. It was an average length of about 6.5 inches, but it was the thickness that made you ache with need.

You knew he would stretch your pussy in all of the right ways.

As you stared you realized just what you were doing, and you did not want to get caught. Without a second thought you walked quietly to your purse and exited the apartment as quietly as you could.

You knew you could not enter the apartment until Shinso expected you to because you never wanted him to know that you not only had seen his cock, but that you really liked it and wondered what it felt like in your mouth and nestled between your folds.

#might make this into a series #I have so many ideas #shinsou x y/n #Shinso smut #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #hitoshi shinso x reader #shinsou

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sanjoongie · 1 month

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𝕋𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕕𝕒𝕪

🌇Pairing: Choi San x Reader (f)

🌇Genre: smut, pwp

🌇Au: Non-idol au

🌇Trope: established relationship

🌇Warnings: making out, spit kink, alluding to oral (f), san in sweatpants kink, alluding to face sitting,

🌇Rating: 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

🌇Word Count: 195

🌇Summary: you're making out with San and decide he's got a better use for his tongue

🌇divider by @cafekitsune

🌇Moanday | Masterlist | Wetday

Making out is always a favorite hobby of yours, but with San, it’s only exponentially better. You could tangle your tongue with his any day, any hour. His habit of licking his lips didn’t help your fixation but you were pretty sure he knew that.

San pushes back on your shoulders to break the kiss, your tongues barely separated but a long string of saliva stretches out between you two, breaking only after San brings his tongue back inside his mouth.

“I’m so fucking hard right now,” San moans, pushing down on his cock under his grey sweatpants.

You can barely focus on San’s words. “San, let me sit on your face.”

San’s look of bewilderment doesn’t leave his face even as you push on his broad shoulders to get him to lean back on the couch. “Where’s this coming from?”

You scoff at him. “Oh I dunno San, maybe I’ve been thinking about how well your tongue curls around mine, perhaps it would do some good inside of me.”

San smiles, slowly and full of confidence. “Oh, well, I do give good head.”

“Mmm,” You agree, moving to straddle his head. “Remind me again?”

#pirateeznet: thirst week #pirateeznet #cultofdionysusnet #choi san smut #ateez smut #atz smut #ateez san smut #topaz's work #ღatz #recent

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honeylations · 9 months

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SHIN RYUJIN x FEM!READER

Prompt: You wanted to spend your day off playing your new Pokémon video game but seeing your hot ass girlfriend walk around the dorm in nothing but a bra and sweatpants, your plans changed.

Warnings/Notes g!p Ryujin, dick riding, mentions of Yeji

A/N: for those anons that requested Ryujinnie :p

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Happily placing your new Pokémon game and your switch on your bed, you quickly made a run downstairs to the kitchen and started searching through the pantry, snatching every bag of chips you could find.

Doing the same to fridge shortly after for any soda or juice boxes.

“Are you aware you have 5 other members living under the same roof as you?” Yeji asked.

You almost got whiplashed from how fast your turned your head to the dining table where Yeji, Lia, Chaeryeong, and Yuna were eating the Kimchi Jigae your girlfriend had kindly cooked.

Actually, it was just so Yuna could stop whining about hungry she was. Speaking of your girlfriend, you noticed she wasn’t around.

“Where’s Ryu?”

“Taking a shower. Now are you gonna explain what the hell you are doing?” Lia crossed her arms and eyed the Doritos and Turtle Chips locked in your arms after shoving cans of Mountain Dew into your pants and hoodie pockets.

“Since it’s our day off, I’m gonna spend the entirety of it playing the new Pokémon game Yuna gifted me” You smiled at Yuna who received a pinch by the leader.

“I told you not to buy her that game”

“But I love Y/n Unnie so much!” The youngest pouted.

You blew her a kiss. “Love you Yuna. It doesn’t hurt learning a thing or two from her, Yeji Unnie” You joked.

Yeji raised her fist and muttered under her breath.

“How’s the food guys? Hope I didn’t make it too spicy for you, Chaer” Your lovely girlfriend appeared in a grey Calvin Klein bra and grey sweatpants.

Her hair was blow dried and on her neck was the silver chain you bought her on your 2nd year anniversary. After playfully ruffling Yuna’s hair, she made her way to you and paused to look at your little crime.

“Hi baby” You smiled.

“At least save some for us, my love” She pouted and hugged you regardless of your full hands.

“Sorry, need it to survive”

“We do too you selfish brat!” Chaeryeong yelled.

Ryujin stepped back to reach into the cupboards and grabbed herself a bowl. “Alright, time to eat”

“Thanks for the kimchi jigae, Ryuddaengs!” Yeji said.

“You’re very welcome. Babe you wanna eat with me?”

Little did she know, you had placed all the snacks and drinks you took on the kitchen counter, busy eyeing your shirtless girlfriend and her flexing muscles. Your eyes travelled to her veiny muscular hands that reminded you of the nights she loved wrapping it around your throat when you two fucked-

“Baby?” Ryu called out to you again.

Her voice sent a tingle to your core being enough of a reason for you to make her abandon her bowl and drag her upstairs.

“Grab your earphones, girls” Yeji sighed while pinching her nose bridge.

Locking you and Ryujin in your bedroom, you pushed her to her knees and rushed to push your sleeping shorts down.

“U-Uh”

“Shut up and put your mouth to good use” You hissed after discarding your shorts, showing the damp spot on your white panties. “Look what you did”

“All for me, darling?” Ryujin smirked, running her hands around your thighs before gently parting them.

“You know what you were doing, walking around looking so fucking hot. Now finish what you started”

“Of course, Princess”

The kneeling girl started licking you over the panties, making it more wet than it already was. She then managed to get you to remove it before sucking on your clit. Your hand grabbed onto her hair while the other held her shoulder to keep your balance.

“Mmm yes Ryu” You softly moaned, arching your back when you felt her tongue slide inside.

“Always tasting so good” Ryu panted before diving back in, making you grind into her mouth and not caring that your juices were drowning her.

She used two fingers to rub at your clit while she continued pushing her tongue deeper inside. “F-Fuck oh my god!”

Her deep moans started to make you shake, already having the need to cum all over her pretty face. “N-No can’t c-cum yet. Wanna do it on your cock” You cried.

Ryujin heard it clearly so she pulled away and stood up, wrapping her right hand around your throat to pull you in for a hot sloppy kiss, allowing you to taste yourself.

“I like seeing you try to dominate” She smirked into the kiss.

You scoffed and pushed her to sit on the edge of the bed. “I better see that cock out once I finished undressing” You ordered to which Ryujin shrugged and obeyed.

You stripped out your (her) hoodie, showing that you had no shirt nor bra underneath. And just like you asked, Ryujin was bare from the waist down, dick rock hard and she’s leaning back on her hands, smiling at you.

You sat on her lap, instantly holding onto her strong shoulders and connected your lips again. She massaged your waist before helping you sit on her standing cock, releasing a breathy moan into her mouth.

“Mmm, always so tight for me right baby?” She whispered.

You nodded while throwing your head back, letting your girlfriend’s lips attack your breasts, ensuring she marked you enough.

“F-Fuck, so big so big so big” You cried into her neck while moving your hips up and down.

“Very disrespectful of you to not let me eat with the other girls” Ryujin suddenly commented, forcing your hips to go faster and her nails dug into your waist.

“I-I’m sorry”

“I bet you’re being loud to get a rise out of Yeji Unnie, right? Wanting her to break through that door to punish you for being loud by stuffing her cock in your mouth? You’d like that wouldn’t you princess?”

The thought got you crying harder as you bounced roughly on your girlfriend’s cock. She brought her lips to your ear and chuckled.

“I don’t mind sharing you with her for one night. I know you’re a slut for cock”

“Y-Your cock is my favourite, Ryu” You sobbed, kissing her lips for reassurance.

“Hm I know. And I’m gonna make sure it’s the only cock you beg for” She growled and started thrusting her hips up, fucking you harder.

“Ryujinnie!” You screamed, clawing at her shoulders and drool escaped the side of your lips.

“Fucking pathetic. Trying to control me when you fall apart just like this. Be thankful I’m feeling nice today” Your girlfriend groaned.

“Thank you baby! Thank you thank you” you rambled, reaching one hand down to rub at your clit, seeing the way your stomach bulged at each deep thrust.

“Gonna cum with me baby?” She panted.

Lost in so much pleasure, you could only nod and allow Ryujin to fuck you like a doll, shoving her tongue down your throat while her hips drilled into your desperate cunt.

“Cumming…Ryu I’m cumming!” You voiced out and your legs started shaking.

“Fuck” You heard her growl into your jaw, finishing with long lazy thrusts as she emptied her cum inside, feeling it escape your abused lips.

“Are y’all done?” Yeji’s voice suddenly spoke on the other side of the door.

Ryujin, despite her tired state, smirked and eyed your breathless figure in her lap. “Yeah, I guess. Why you wanna join?”

“I’m not opposed to it but not today. Are you still gonna eat?”

“Oh right. Baby, I’m gonna eat now” She poked you but your little snores gave it away.

She kissed your head and rubbed your head. “Be there soon, Unnie just give me 10 minutes”

A/N : sorry it’s so short, I’m running out of ideas T^T

#gxg #wlw #itzy #ryujin smut #ryujin x reader #itzy smut

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