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Life is too short to wear clothes all the time
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Hide & Seek
"Welcome home, lovely." he said, posing in robes.
"Hey lovely, why is the house dark and candles lit up throughout the house, hm?" she wondered.
"Do you want to play a game with me" he said cheerfully.
"What kind of game?" she asked, grinning with excitement.
"Let's play, "Hide and Seek" butt-naked around the house." he said.
"Really? That's so weird" she said.
"Oh come on, it will be fun!!!" he said with confidence
He drops his robes.
"Woah" she said. "So drop my clothes here?" she asked.
He nods his head and all her clothes ended up on the floor too.
"Your so beautiful" he said with a smile.
"Well, your so sexy" she said as she smiled back.
"lovely, I'm it this round; I will count to 20 and then I will come find you and pinch your butt to tag you, got it?" he said.
She nods and giggles as she runs off to hide.
"You'll never find me!!!" she said in declaration.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5… 20!!! Ready or not, here I come!!!"
He looked into the living room and could not find her after counting.
He traversed down the halls and searched the bathroom, he checked under the sink, he checked in the shower and she was not there.
He went into the bedroom and checked under the bed, behind the blinds, beside the dresser and under the work desk.
He checked the bedroom bathroom and she was not there either.
He approached the last thing in the bedroom… the closet.
He looks from a left angle at the closet and sees her peeking at him from the closet.
"A-HA!!! I found you!!!" he said.
"Wait, can we talk about this?!" She starts grinning with anticipation of being pinched.
"Rawr!" he says as he enters the closet.
She tries to reach his arms but could not stop laughing hysterically as he pinches her through all the excitement.
"AHHHHH!!!" she said.
"I got you!!!" he said laughing.
"Oh yeah, well it's my turn to get you!!!", as she beams at him with pure joy.
"You'll never find me", as he runs off to hide.
"1, 8, 18, 11, 20!!! Ready or not, here I come!!!"
She speedruns through the hallway and sees him trying to hide under the leg raisers for the chair.
"I got you now!!!" she said plotting his demise.
"Don't leap" he warned as he sits on the couch to protect himself.
"Oh, I'm going to leap" she promises as she darts and crashes into him.
"Leapster you… you won't get away with this" he says with glee.
She wrestles and tumbles with him on the couch and pinches him.
"AHHHHH!!!" he said.
"Grrrr… hmmhmmhmm…" she says as she smooches his cheek and looks at him.
"Rawr, I love you so much"
"I love you so much."
They both share warm smiles as he takes her hand into the bedroom together to warm cuddles.
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On a beach close to The King's beachside bungalow near Malibu, with his girlfriend Sheena along in the bargain as high tide comes in
[Not to mention the surf being quite playful as well as the two are in their nakedness to take advantage of the sensation ensuing]
THE KING, rather exuberant in the whole: Ahhhh ... just let those waves splash upon my body ... it just feels so irresistable!
SHEENA, feeling delighted in her own manner: What could feel more exciting than just letting the waves coming in just splash all over your body?!
THE KING: Did you ever sense such a feeling ever more invigorating?
SHEENA, being a little playful about it: Setting aside the times we've showered together, and perhaps used the whole to make love, hardly.
THE KING: And you thought cats like us were afraid of water--!!
[Whereupon the leonine pair decide to dive into the waters and pull off some underwater swimming, which in its own way feels equally amusing to the two]
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Naked Face and Unashamed!
Naked Face and Unashamed!
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those three words
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warnings: 18+ only, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, descriptions of reader being short and curvy, like 3 uses of the word kid?, they say i love you for the first time <3, established relationship, protective!rafe, kinda drug dealer rafe but really barry just makes a ~scary~ appearance
“rafe-” your eyes widen as you take in the scary looking man standing in front of you, heavy footsteps making their way in your direction.
“it's alright, kid.” rafe moves effortlessly in front of you, blocking your entire body out as you grip onto the back of his shirt.
“who's that you're hiding?” the man asks. you peek around rafes tall frame to blink at the stranger.
“she's mine.” rafe simply grunts out, and the feeling of confusion and fear is replaced by pure flattery as your cheeks blush red.
“she's a cute little thing, huh?” he smirks at you, gold tooth catching the sun as you quickly duck back behind rafe.
“yeah, she's my cute little thing.” rafe turns to you, placing his hands on your shoulders and gently pushing you towards the sliding glass doors. “and she's going inside right now.” his tone is soft, but still commanding.
you glance once between rafe and the man before gulping and rushing inside up the stairs to rafes bedroom, locking yourself inside and even crawling under the covers like the warm material could keep you safe.
you wait patiently, silently as you listen, letting out a sigh of relief when the footsteps you hear making their way up the stairs are clearly rafes, not the stranger with the heavy gait.
“who was that?” you ask as you open the door, rafe pressing you back inside, easily flipping the lock behind his back to trap you back in his room.
“nothing for you to worry about, doll.” rafe smirks at you before his lip drops when you let out a frustrated huff. “come here.”
rafe moves to the bed, pulling you onto his lap, caging you against his body with his thickly muscled arms.
“shit like that is for me to deal with. you don't need to be stressing your pretty little head, okay?” rafe says slowly. you nod back even slower.
“what are you here for, huh?” rafe taps your nose, getting you to refocus on him, seeing your mind already starting to drift elsewhere. “tell me baby.”
“im here to look cute…” you glance down at your fingernails, painted a light shade of pink. “and make you happy…” your cheeks flush red at the next part. “and make you feel good.”
“exactly.” rafe nods. “so when barry comes around, you come in here and wait for me to get back, okay?”
you nod more enthusiastically this time, the worry and anxiety floating away. rafe is there for you, he'll always be there for you, to protect you. you just need to clear your mind and let him.
“so you gonna make me feel good now?” rafe ducks his head to bring it closer to your face. he towers over you, your tiny stature is part of what made rafe attracted to you. graced with beautiful mature curves but short legs and torso which made you pewny next to his massive height.
“course.” a smile stretches across your plump cheeks.
“get naked for me then.”
you slide off of rafes lap, feet padding softly against the rug he bought just because your bare feet got cold against the wooden floor.
you start with your tanktop, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth are you slowly lower it until you fling it away, cupping your hands around your bra, the light pink matching everything, just as rafe likes it.
you reach behind your back to undo the bra next, pulling the straps down teasingly slow before letting the cups fall away to the floor.
“god.” rafe groans out, unashamed as he grips his cock through his pants. “i like the show, baby, but i need you right now.”
despite his size, rafe moves quickly and smoothly, grabbing your waist and pushing you towards the bed, flopping onto your stomach.
before you can even adjust, rafe is pulling you by your hips towards the edge so your feet are hips are at the side of the bed, legs hanging down.
rafe loves how easily he can manhandle you, make you his little fuck toy as his hands push your skirt up, revealing a tiny thong that is quickly ripped away.
rafe watches as you spread your legs while he undoes his jeans, your pussy already gleaming with wetness as you bare yourself for him.
“that's my girl.” rafe smirks, grasping his freed cock and running it through your folds, feeling the way it soaks his head before he taps it against your entrance, once, twice, and then a final third time before pushing forward, burying his cock inside of you with a groan.
“oh, fuck.” you squeal out, rafe not giving you even a moment to adjust. he wouldn't need to wait for his hand or a fleshlight, so he doesn't wait for you either, instantly setting a rapid pace, his cock squelching into your wetness with every thrust.
“god, so tight. so tight and-” rafe let's out a low moan. “and fucking tiny.”
rafe grips your hips, lifting your entire ass off the bed, your flowy skirt falling even more down your back as he holds you up with ease, smiling to himself as his muscles bulge, knowing this is undoubtedly what will be on his mind next time he works out.
rafe pulls your hips back with every thrust to meet his as your arms scramble to support yourself, but no need as you ultimately resign to your fate, bare cheast pushing against the bed as rafe fucks you, ass in the air.
“god, so good for me baby.” rafe groans out. you're not doing anything other than staying still for him, but you still glow at the praise, clenching your cunt around his cock every time he pulls out.
“jesus, you don't want me out do ya kid?” rafe chuckles, having to work to get his cock out just to slam back in.
“love your cock.” you manage to say. “‘ts perfect.”
“aww, baby.” rafe coos out. “it's your pussy that's perfect for me.”
rafe thrusts harder as if trying to prove his point. you feel his cock swell inside of you and know it's moments before your cunt gets flooded. you relax when the warm cum fills you as rafe moans, fingers squeezing your hips so tight you're sure to bruise as he holds you down on his cock until it's done pumping.
“fuck.” rafe groans, pulling out as you clench your pussy, trying to not let the cum escape, loving the feeling of being filled up with rafe.
“come on, turn over kid.” rafe taps your hip as you flip onto your back, giggling as rafe falls with a bounce onto the bed next to you, pulling you in for a kiss.
“see, kid. that was exactly what i needed.” you can already tell the shift in energy from rafe, the way he's more relaxed now, face not hard set with stress.
the words escape your lips before you can help it. “i love you.”
your eyes widen once you realize what you just admitted, causing rafe to laugh. you pull away, suddenly feeling awkward and exposed, only for rafe to tug you back close.
“relax, baby.” he says, running his thumb over your cheek. “i love you too.”
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Love Bites
Summary: Your complicated relationship with Miguel is pushed beyond the usual bounds when you ask him to give in to his deepest desire.
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara (Spider-Man 2099) x fem!Reader
Word Count: 1.9k
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a/n: i'm unashamed to announce that all i thought about when Miguel was on that giant movie screen was writing a fic where Miguel bites reader...........clearly i was team edward.
warnings: porn with some plot, mostly just porn though, p in v sex, Miguel is sort of a grump, undefined relationship between reader and Miguel, biting kink???, mentions of blood, etc.
“Shhh, baby.” Miguel cooed, pressing his hand over your mouth to quiet your whimpering moans. “You’re taking me so well, honey. Y’just have to be a little quieter.”
You could barely hear him, so caught up in the pleasure of having him deep inside you that his voice was a gentle murmur in the back of your mind. You were on the verge of, yet another, orgasm at the hands of Miguel, who was currently thrusting into you so hard you were sure you’d go flying off his desk if he didn’t have a firm grip on your hip.
“No one’s here, Miguel.” You whined, albeit a little quieter than before, and muffled from the hand he still pressed against your lips. “They all went home hours ago. We’re the only ones crazy enough to still be working this late.”
Was this still considered working? You’d been going at it for at least an hour.
“You don’t know that.” He emphasized his words with a harsh thrust, seducing a rather loud whine from your throat. “Stop that.”
As annoyed as he probably sounded, you knew he didn’t mean a word he was saying to you. How many times had he pushed you into this desk and begged to feel you clenching around him? How many times had you let him? The cycle that made up you and Miguel’s relationship was vicious and addicting - a clash of skin on skin, teeth against teeth, body against body - if any of the other spider-people knew just how well Miguel knew your body, they’d raise even more hell about his favoritism of you.
Because of course it was obvious to any casual passer-by that Miguel and you were something. Friends? Miguel didn’t really have any, and neither did you. Lovers? You were almost positive that lovers communicated beyond ‘Can I take your pants off?’ and ‘Fuck me so hard I forget my name, please.” Co-workers? Well, if tearing each other’s clothes off every time you were alone counted, then sure, Miguel was your co-worker.
“Miguel.” You whined, arching into his bare chest and moaning when your nipples rubbed against the hard muscles that made up his body. Your current position - naked and being fucked into Miguel’s desk - was arguably a dangerous one. If someone did happen to still be at HQ and came anywhere near Miguel’s workspace, there was no chance you’d be able to hide what you were doing. “Use your super-hearing. No one’s here.”
Miguel faltered for a few seconds, pausing his movements - because God knows he couldn’t focus on anything but your sweet pussy while he was moving inside you - so that he could focus on the noises around his office. You tried to control your breathing, allowing him to move through each floor until he was certain no one was around to hear your moans.
“There’s no one here.” He bobbed his head once, confirming what you’d been trying to tell him for the better part of an hour. That was all you were going to get from him. He’d never say outright that you were right, but the softened caress of his fingers over your jaw was enough to tell you he at least acknowledged your contribution.
“So I can be loud again?” You questioned, spreading your legs wider so he could thrust into you as deep as possible.
“No, needy girl.” He shook his head, the softness in his eyes now replaced with something carnal and lusty. He cupped your jaw with both hands and thrusted all the way into you, grunting when you involuntarily clenched around his thick length.
“Why not?” You whined.
“Because when you’re moaning like that in my ear, cariño, I can feel myself losing control.” He grunted, gently rocking in and out of you. He kissed your shoulder before softly resting his forehead against it. “Don’t want to hurt you, baby.”
You blinked once, twice. This was uncharted waters for you and Miguel. He’d never vocalized these fears before, and you weren’t sure what that meant.
“You won’t hurt me, Miguel.” You tentatively cradled his head against your body, running your fingers through his soft, black hair. “I trust you.”
He abruptly pulled away from you, meeting your gaze with what looked like both, confusion and hope in his eyes. You watched him watch you, unsure if you’d gone too far. Did co-workers/lovers/friends often have vulnerable conversations when tied together in the most intimate way possible?
“You trust me?” He was still softly thrusting in and out of you, and you wondered how long he’d been wanting to have this conversation. Had it been days? Weeks?
“Of course.” You scoffed, as if what you were saying had been obvious, though clearly it had been weighing on Miguel’s mind for quite some time. “You can let go with me, Miguel. I’ll tell you if it’s too much, okay?”
He paused, mulling over your words for a moment before tentatively nodding. You smiled, and suddenly Miguel’s mouth was on yours, and you couldn’t remember which way was up or down because his mouth was downright sinful. A spark erupted in your chest, eliciting a groan from deep in your throat. It was every skyscraper you’d ever jumped off of, every leap of faith you’d taken while swinging through the city, every goosebump you’d ever felt, tingling throughout every nerve in your body.
Miguel, in all his silent glory, must’ve felt it too, because he let out the most delicious moan you’d ever heard in your life before deepening the kiss even further. His tongue swiped over yours, and in a swift, thoughtless motion, he tugged at your lower lip with his teeth before trailing down to your neck. His thrusts were relentless and deep, a wild juxtaposition to the gentleness of his mouth nibbling at your throat. And Jesus, you’d never considered biting to be something that turned you on, but the thought of Miguel sinking his sharp fangs into your skin as he fucked you was, arguably, the hottest and most fucked up thing you’d ever thought about in your life.
An involuntary moan echoed out of you at the thought, and you found yourself mumbling incoherently into his ear.
“Miguel, Miguel, Miguel, Miguel, Mig-”
“You sound so sweet when you’re moaning my name, baby.”
He pressed a chaste kiss to your swollen lips before returning to your neck. He nibbled, licked, and sucked along the column of your throat, getting more aggressive the louder you moaned. The familiar heat that coiled in your core was so close to erupting that you started to talk before you realized what you were doing.
“Can you…” You trailed off, panting and a little embarrassed at the question you wanted to ask.
“Can I what, amor?” He gripped your hips, slamming into you with such force that you felt the words tumbling out of you.
“Can you bite me?”
A low groan slipped from his throat, so far gone in the pleasure that he barely hesitated before sinking his teeth into your shoulder. The pain was almost immediately coated by such an immense warmth that your orgasm suddenly and violently ricocheted through your body. You shook against Miguel, shuttering with every pass of his tongue over the mark he’d left on you.
Miguel wasn’t far behind you. You were unknowingly clenching around him so hard that he couldn’t stop the pleasure from overtaking him as well. He sunk his teeth into your throat, marking you harshly enough that you were sure it would leave a huge, purple bruise. He grunted, movements faltering, before thrusting into you deeply and coming.
Blood slowly trickled from the wounds on your neck and shoulder, and he eagerly licked at them while you tried to come down from what was arguably the highest you’d ever been. Every time his tongue passed over the sensitive marks, a spark of pleasure shot through you so violently that you eventually had to shove his mouth away from them.
“That was…insane.” You finally said, laughing at how blissed out Miguel looked. “But I liked it.”
“You’re going to be so bruised tomorrow.” He noted, mirroring your grin with a wide one of his own.
And you suddenly realized how fucking handsome he was when he smiled. You knew, of course, that Miguel was objectively the hottest person you’d ever seen, but he’d never smiled at you that way before - vulnerable, walls down for once - and you were suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to kiss him again.
“We should pro-”
You cut him off by wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him into another kiss. It was slow and sweet and even though he briefly tensed when your lips met his, he eventually eased into the kiss, allowing himself the sweet indulgence of kissing the pretty girl in front of him. When you finally pulled away from him, lips swollen and red and maddening, he let out a soft whimper in protest.
“It’s only midnight.” He mumbled, glancing at the clock before kissing you again.
“If you try to make me get back to work after this, I’m going to slap you, Miguel O’Hara.” You breathed.
He chuckled, shaking his head. “I was going to say let’s call it a night.”
You suddenly became very aware of his length still buried in you. Surely, if he didn’t want this to continue, he would’ve pulled out earlier, right? He wouldn’t be kissing you like you were the only girl in the world, right? But Miguel had always been temperamental, sometimes hot, usually cold. Unease coiled in your gut as you tried to figure out where his head was at. This joining had certainly felt different than the other times you’d been with him, but did that really mean anything when it came to Miguel?
“My place or yours, Mami?”
Your heart thundered at the nickname, and all the doubt from moments before was replaced with thoughts of him, him, him.
“Either one.” You shrugged, “We’ll have to stagger our arrival times tomorrow so no one suspects us. Especially with these.” You pointed to the bite marks on your shoulder and neck.
“Or,” he shrugged nonchalantly, “we could say fuck it and show up together.”
You blinked up at him, wondering if he meant what you thought he meant.
“What about the bites? Don’t you think people might think they’re…weird?”
He shrugged again. “Let them. I don’t care. They make you feel good, so fuck everyone else, baby.”
“Is this ‘nice-Miguel’ going to stick around or is it just because you’re high on blood right now?” You teased.
He scowled, but you noticed the tiny tick in his jaw that indicated a hidden smile. “You saying I’m not nice, baby?”
“You’re a perpetually grumpy person, Miguel.”
“Not with you.” He grumbled.
“Especially with me.” You corrected, kissing the tip of his nose. “But I like that about you.”
“You do?” He perked up, grinning slightly.
“Yes.” You nodded earnestly. “Of course I do.”
He nuzzled into your neck, resting his head on your unmarked shoulder, and mumbled, “I like you too.”
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hands, and their uses
Pairing: John Price x f!Reader
Rating: Explicit (18+ only)
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: masturbation, vibrator usage, intoxication, graphic descriptions of genitalia. In other words, all the good stuff.
Author’s Notes: Figured I owed y'all some smut.
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He’s gone. The door is closed. You sit there for some time on your couch, dizzy and lightheaded from alcohol and unsatisfied pheromones. You hear a rumble in the walls—the pipes coming on—and recognize the sign of John having his second shower of the day. You manage to stand as you hear the water running, thinking you ought to get ready for bed yourself.
When you enter your bedroom though, it becomes clear to you that your body is not in concordance with your mind. You kneel, sliding the basket out from under the bed, and retrieve your vibrator from its little silk bag.
You return to the couch. It’s where this needs to happen. Where it might have already been happening, if you hadn’t drank so much, if you hadn’t made him leave, if you had any courage at all…
You roll the little bullet vibe between your hands to warm it up, torn between the insistent throb between your legs and the insistent notion that you’re horrible for even thinking about this. That this kind of indulgence will only be corruptive of the friendship you have built with John.
You feel his hands beneath your knees again, his waist between your legs. You are pierced again, in your memory, by the sharp intent in John’s eyes as he’d watched you drink his scotch.
Friends didn’t hold you the way he had. Friends didn’t look at you like they wanted to devour you whole.
You lift the hem of your dress, slide the vibrator past the elastic waist of your panties. It nestles comfortably between the folds of your sex, and when you switch it on you can’t help the full-body jerk that wracks you.
You can’t stop thinking about his hands. Dappled in brown hair, broad, long-fingered and veiny. In your mind’s eye they hook around your knees again, spread wide and slide up the backs of your thighs, which fall open now in invitation, making space for his phantom.
You know now the fit of him between your legs would be tight. John is a deceptively large man; his silhouette is almost lean, graceful in the way of old Renaissance statuary, function-bound muscle sculpted by utility. Despite his height, he does not intimidate at first glance.
No—it isn’t until you get close, until the heat radiating from his body envelops you, that the magnitude of his presence exerts its power.
You still feel his echoes against your own body, along the insides of your thighs—you circle the tip of the vibrator around your clit, cupping your hand tightly over your mouth—John is stone made flesh, a titan dwarfing your simple mortality.
The weight of his gaze alone is enough to pin you down. What about his body? What about those hands, so big they could cuff your wrists and still overlap at his thumb and finger?
Your cunt throbs. You dip the vibrator lower, tease the flutter of your own entrance, squirm on your couch cushions as pleasure dances up your hips. The low hum of rushing water continues in the background as John runs his shower.
You are too drunk and too aroused not to place your memory of him shirtless within that context, brawny and larger than life under a spray of hot water.
The thought of him half-naked, glistening and soaked, looking at you like he had at dinner, has your breath catching. It is easy now, in fantasy, to acknowledge the truth of what that look in his eyes had meant: invitation. Arousal. An open, unashamed want to meet your skin with his.
You imagine his hands under your spread thighs again, hoisting you up, pressing your back against the tile. How would his mouth feel on your neck? You remember the scratch of his beard against your face, the coarse prickles of it beneath the sweep of your thumb. You’re sure he would leave marks—the ones you so desperately wanted—absolutely everywhere, would leave your skin raw and sensitive even to the touch of his breath.
You take your hand away from your mouth and whine openly at the thought, bearing down hard on the vibrator, trusting that the sound of the shower will mask your voice. The buzz of the toy works you up quickly, has pleasure spreading in an impatient bloom that you cannot keep up with.
You’re not sure how to articulate what you want, even to yourself. You want the fantasy, his hands all over you, massaging pleasure into your flesh. You want him to paint your flesh with the scratch of his beard, want him pressed against you, finally, the way you have steadfastly pretended you never think about. The way he never does.
You want him inside you, and—your hips jerk—you want it to actually feel good enough to enjoy.
Your orgasm takes you as it always does: quickly. Briefly. Too shallow to leave a mark. You curve into it, squeeze your thighs together, desperate to make it last, but it flits across you like a glancing blow and is gone before you can properly enjoy it.
You sigh. All that remains of your efforts are sore thighs and a racing heart. You can’t even get frustrated about it—you’re still drunk, and anyway, you’re used to it. You press the vibrator’s button with your thumb and pull it out of your panties as it switches off. It joins the empty glass on your coffee table.
A vignette of darkness still frames your vision, inebriation half-blinding you. Your head is still spinning—making it back to your bedroom is not conceivable. You lift your legs and drape them across the couch cushions. The pipes are still rumbling, but they’ve never been loud enough to keep you awake.
John intends for the shower to be cold, but when he reaches for the dial he turns it as hot as it can go. At the temperature he is currently running, it feels like a light summer rain.
He stands in the downpour and imagines that the skin will melt from his body, imagines that the steam rising is his own labored breath that he heaves deeply from the bottom of his lungs. His heart beats rapidly in his chest, at a cadence he never even feels in combat.
You’re still swallowing his scotch, eyes closed, expression pleased at the taste.
The tile of the shower stall is barely cool against John’s hands. He props himself up with it, stiff-elbowed, looking down at the water swirling around the drain, at the furious red of his cock as it stands rock-hard and erect against his stomach.
Your soft face is still rubbing against the coarse hair of his cheek, the tender insides of your knees still hooked in the cup of his hands.
His whole body throbs. John takes a hand away from the tile and presses it flat to his stomach, sliding his hand across the tension of his muscles, feeling his diaphragm work as he breathes deeply—as deeply as you had breathed when you’d expressed that you wanted to touch him, wanted him to hold you.
He slides his hand down his abdomen and wraps it around the base of his cock.
“Jesus,” he hisses. It twitches in his hand, a pearl of moisture already dripping down its length.
He’s thrumming with an energy he’d worked all through dinner to contain—an energy that always begins to simmer low each morning you step outside your door. An energy that had flared the moment you’d taken that first drink.
The water isn’t quite enough to make the slide of his palm along his shaft feel comfortable, but John doesn’t want comfort. He needs to work this out, get himself back in fucking check.
He remembers your face, that moment when you opened your eyes and saw him. Remembers the tremble in your voice.
He’d known immediately he’d come on too strong, that he’d revealed too much of his want for you. He had been too intense, too much. He had uncaged the wild thing that lives in his chest, the yawning appetite for flesh and sweat and adrenaline, and you had seen its teeth.
He is not tame enough for you, not gentle or warm or soft enough.
“Maybe I’m okay with that.”
John groans low, squeezing the head of his cock in an iron grip, thighs tensing. He hasn’t been this hard in a long while, especially not with a few glasses of scotch in him. His own hand is molten as he strokes down the shaft, enough that he can almost imagine that it’s what the clutch of your body would feel like around him.
He can still see your eyes, open and unguarded, lingering wistfully on his mouth. He can still feel the warmth of your hand on his face. What would your arms feel like around his shoulders? Your legs around his waist, locked at the ankle?
His ears ring with that moan, cut-off and muffled, that had crossed the boundary of the wall between you and him. He wants that, too, wants to make it even louder. He thinks, more often than you might like, of unwrapping your morning layers, of warming your bare skin with his hands and the weight of his own body.
John rests his forearm along the tile and presses his forehead against it, spits on his cock and strokes himself faster, thinking over and over again of your knees hooked on his hands. Your face pressed to his, almost whining about how good he feels.
What would have happened tonight, if you hadn’t gotten so drunk? Would he still be with you now, head buried between your thighs as you leaned back on your couch?
Tension mounts in his hips, bleeds outward as he clenches his stomach and jerks his cock with an iron grip, pistoning his fist up and down his length. His breath is coming quick and sharp, and—
A high-pitched sound, barely audible over the static of shower water striking tile. A voice raised, unmistakably, in pleasure.
Your voice.
The tension snaps.
“Fuck—fuck!” John snarls, thrusting to the base into his hand, squeezing so hard he thinks it might bruise as his cock throbs with release, cum splattering on the tile floor. He rolls his hips, strokes himself through it until his thighs are shaking, until he is red and raw and too sensitive to take any more.
He swallows hard, breath coming out in rough pants. His spend circles the drain at his feet and disappears down into the void.
You—you’re there, on the other side of the wall, doing the same damn thing he is. Christ, he—he should’ve stayed over there, he shouldn’t have left you, you’re right there and he’ll bet it didn’t last this time for you either, fuck, he could have his hands on you right now—could be licking that moan out of your mouth at this very moment—
John squeezes his eyes shut, grabs his softening shaft as it twitches. He focuses on his breath, on bringing the pace of his beating heart back under control.
You’re drunk. Maybe you would have had him, if he’d asked. But he hadn’t, and you hadn’t either. You’d trusted him to get you home, to see you safe.
That trust is worth far more than some drunken orgasms.
He opens his eyes. Breathes the shower steam in deep, fills his lungs to the brim.
But you do want him.
Maybe not the way he wants you—warm in his sheets, sated, smiling as he brings you your morning coffee—but tonight has proven that something is there. Something that, at least, lives next to his own desire.
Because he’s the only one you want to have dinner with.
Bonus A/N: as of this chapter I have removed the urls on the taglist that wouldn't come up when i tried to @ them. sorry, guys.
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pervyroomate!Satoru who can't believe his luck when you answer his online ad for a roomate: "What made you seek out a male roommate, honey? Ain't cha scared the big bad wolf is gonna get ya in your sleep?" You scoff with a heavy eye roll. "Fuck no." He can't stop the smile slowly forming on his pretty face. 'Ya should be.' He thinks, already imagining how'd look naked and squirming beneath him as he made you cry on his cock.
pervyroomate!Satoru that despite his amazing mouth-watering muscles, he mostly watched as you move your belongings into his spacious 2 bd apt: "What the fuck, Gojo? You specifically demanded I not hire movers as you're 'stronger than any of those limp dick fuckers.'" You can't see how he leans against the wall amused, arms crossed and intently staring at the way your small cotton shorts gets lost between your plump brown ass cheeks as you struggle takin boxes to your new bedroom. "Sorry, the views just so damn spectacular. Lookin so fuckin good, baby." Your cheeks warm in embarrasment as you abandon the heavy box, rush into the room and slam the door. Satoru only chuckles, fixin his raging boner as he heads downstairs to get the rest of your stuff.
pervyroomate!Satoru does anything he can in the upcoming weeks to rile you up by any means: "Gojo, put on some goddamn clothes for christ sake. My girls are gone be here soon and none of em wanna see that fuckin shit." You grumble as you sit on the couch and turn on the Netflix app. He laughs heartily, dramatically ploppin down next to you. Its impossible not to notice how his naked chest ripples, how low his black briefs sit on his hips. His hypnotic ocean blue eyes linger on your thick cocoa thighs before meeting your gaze. "Fabrications. Your BFF cornered me in our kitchen just the other day.. Damn near begged me to dick her down. Wanted so bad to tell her I'm savin that for you." He leans in close to your stunned face to whisper his last sentence and gets up, heading to his bedroom. Your left starin at his spot on the couch with wide eyes and wet panties.
pervyroomate!Satoru purposely switched out the dark shower curtain a few months into you moving in with a clear one, finding any reason to disturb your alone time: "Hey y/n, need to brush my teeth real fast." Doesn't bother knocking, quickly stepping in before you have time to cover your wet body. His eyes seem a shade darker as he scans up and down your soapy, naked frame. A small 'fuck' escaping his pretty lips as he stares unashamed. "Gojo, what the hell?!" You screech, arms quickly covering your glistening breasts as you cup your other hand over your pussy. You could literally melt on the spot at the way she clenches at his intense gaze. "Get the fuck out!" The damn pervert looks on for a moment longer, actually having the audacity to palm his cock a few times. "Okay okay, baby, damn. Why you gotta be like that? You showed me yours, don't you want me to show you mine?" He asks with pouty lips as he finally backs out the bathroom, arms raised in surrender. You stop shielding your tits to throw a bar of dove soap at his stark white locks. He only chuckles, quickly shutting the door to avoid impact. "Fuckin creep, Gojo!!"
pervyroomate!Satoru flirts with you relentlessly, crossing every boundary and every line over the next few months: "You gettin the snacks, babe?" Satoru calls from the front room. You roll your eyes at the pet name before you feel a stinging SMACK! to your plump behind. "Ow, Gojo! You fuckin asshole. Quit it!" You swat at the childish nuisance but he dodges your attack easily, leaning against the kitchen counter a few feet away. Fuckin guy has spent the better part of the day smackin your ass while yelling 'Smack Ass Friday!' like a damn teenager. "Awe, come on pretty! Love watchin how your ass bounces when I do it." He coos at you before swerving a bag of doritos you quickly chuck his way. "Boy, I don't give a fuck. You touch it again and you're goin down." It's insulting how lightly he takes your threat; walking right up, grabbin a handful of each ass cheek and smashing your hips together. His half hard dick feels chubby as fuck against you, girth of him makin you gasp and clutch as his shoulders. Your insides clench at the feelin of him pressed against you. "Fuck, I been waitin to go down on you. Name the time and place sweetheart." He tells you sweetly, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip, kissing you on the cheek and retreating to the living room. Damn this man must love leaving you speechless, heart and pussy fluttering to his dirty words.
pervyroomate!Satoru notices how much you love how he smells: whether it's his natural scent or cologne. You take his shirts without his permission too often, only wantin the ones he'd previously worn. Loves how he comes home late one night and catches you in one of his stolen white t-shirts. Neckline pulled up to your nose, tittes jiggling wildly underneath as you play with yourself. He stares between the crack of your bedroom door, hand swiftly squeezin at his dick as he watches you mindlessly rub yourself over your underwear. y/e/c eyes shut tight, quietly moaning his name like a fuckin prayer. "Toruuuuu! Fuh-uuuck Satoru, love how you smell. Mmmm, soooo good. Want you so m-much, need you to fuck me Toru!" His mouth hangs wide open as he humps his hand faster atop his light blue jeans, absolutely entranced how you frantically rub at your throbbing lil pearl. "Ahhhh! Oh my god, Toru please!" He's so greatful for a front row seat to witness you cum like a fuckin virgin. Fuck are you one?Can't help his deranged whisper as he commits the scene to memory. "That's it, baby. Cum for me. Fuck.. I know that lil pussy's so gushy for me right now. Can't wait to see it up close, gonna make her cream all over me pretty girl." Head pushed back into your fluffy pink pillow, pretty y/h/c hair splayed out makin you look like a goddess in the throes of passion to him. "Wanna cum on your cock, Satoruuuu!" His shirt rides up on you, showing him how your tummy pudge jiggles as your body convulses into an arch. You bite your lip to muffle the rest of your pleasure. It's okay. The sight is enough for Satoru. He paints the inside of his new jeans immediately, free hand cupped over his mouth as his eyes roll back, his hips repeatedly jerking his clothed spasming cock into the palm of his hand.
pervyroomate!Satoru who asks you the nastiest shit just to see you sexually flustered: You're in bed reading, back against the headboard with Satoru's head in your lap. Your hand carelessly cards through his soft hair, nails lightly scratchin at his scalp. So cute the way he whines at you to continue everytime you accidentally pause as you get to a good part in your book. "Hey baby?" His voice so innocent that you know for a fact the next words outta his mouth are gonna be filthy as fuck. "Yeah?" "How come you only call me Satoru when you're on your back, fingers in that pretty lil pussy?" His tone is laced with the genuine wonder of a child asking a simple question. Your jaw might as well be on the floor. "G-Gojo!" Shocked exclamation half accusatory, half scolding. "What? I really wanna know, y/n. Sound as pretty as you looked in my shirt when you moan it like you did the other night; made me cum so hard listenin." He's lookin up at you upside down but you're absolutely mortified, using your book to hide your face. What do you even say to him right now? "Aww, baby don't be shy. I do it when I think about you too. Cept I usually have a pair of your panties up to my nose." He shares with you happily and unapologetic, pulling the book from your fingers to toss it to the floor. "I wanna hear you say it like that again." Turning on his belly to leer at your clothed pussy through your tiny bottoms. Your breath picks up in anticipation, starin as his fine ass leans foward and gives a slow lick from slit to clit. The urgent, intense sensations has you squealing out his name as you slide both hands into his hair. "Satoruuu!" Slidin your shorts to the side, admiring your moist plump pussy lips. "Fuck baby, say it again. Just like that." He commands you, latching onto your sensitive lil button. All you can do is comply, buckin into his mouth as you wail 'Satoru' over and over to the damn heavens.
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During another of those spontaneous shortwave worldcasts from Honey and Sis per their surprise worldcaster
HONEY, trying not to overdo it: Uh--Sis?
SIS, with some hesitation: What are you trying to ask there?
HONEY, getting to the point: Have you ever imagined anything more fascinating than ... diving around naked?
SIS: I believe we've done that several times, even attempting a worldcast while actually underwater, as a matter of fact!
HONEY: The fascination of the diving experience never ceases to amaze us ... especially where we can just wear ourselves by and large and not feel ashamed about the experience.
SIS: Now that you mention it ... what more could feel so--fascinating, just sensing such a feeling of sheer delight just wearing ourselves underwater?
HONEY: And you're likely wondering where we ought to head to next, especially with the winter approaching and shortwave listening bound to get interesting in and of itself....
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Headcanon: Thinking of the 141!men having an afab!partner with body hair.
About: CoD Men || Task Force 141
CW: 18+ Blog/Post | MDNI, afab!reader, reader with body hair, pubic hair, talks about bullying in school, judgment, puberty, insecurity, sex (oral/reader receiving, PIV/penetrative sex, switch!dynamic, body worship, s&m), hair pulling, not proofread
A/N: Anyone else struggling with posting on the smartphone app? Like Tumblr? What's going on? Anyway, this is for my bestie who ranged about the lack of representation. @mothymunson 💕
🎀Price: Price is a hairy, hairy man. God, he is so fuzzy, and it's so hot. Obviously, he doesn't care if his partner is hairy, either. It would be hypocritical of him, really. In fact, he would be an encouraging force. It's lots of work to keep shaved and smooth, and should you feel comfortable with just no longer shaving, then why not? He is happy when you are, and just because society expects something doesn't mean you have to obey. Price would support it fully, showering you with praise as you unlearn the old “values” taught from a way too early age and drop the trauma all the comments in your puberty gave you when body hair became more prominent. He teaches you a new, healthy form of confidence and, in the shortest time, “It's just hair, love.”
🎀Soap: Johnny is… Let's be honest; that man is a feral mutt. He might shave sometimes, not often, though honestly, but body hair on his partner? He can't explain it, but that bush gets him going. He is one to drop the “the wilderness must be explored” sentence when you first get together and are insecure about his reaction. He will beg you to let him eat you out, swearing on everything that's holy to him that he doesn't mind your pubic hair at all. And, damn, he isn't lying. He doesn't care, although he does—It makes him feral. The following hours are spent with the scot’s head between your legs. Also, before you bother to worry, a hair on his tongue will just be removed, “It's locks, bonny. Happens sometimes,” he’d laugh, and go back to work, nose buried in your hair as he sucks on your clit.
🎀Gaz: That boy is always shaved. It's his personal preference. When you first mention your difference (cause a man with a negative reaction isn't even worth your time), he is surprised. It's not in a bad way, though. He just knows enough people are giving in to the pressure of shaving. He is curious, ashamedly so. You see, the curiosity effect when somebody tells you they have a piercing down there? That's what it feels like for him now. He’d sheepishly ask to take the next step, unsure what he even expects since it's just hair at the end of the day. But once you take things to the next level, it suddenly clicks. It's your confidence—the raw, unashamed, natural being. You're unashamedly yourself, every imperfection perfection, and your most potent weapon. When he hit puberty, he was insecure for a long time before he had his glow-up. He was never tall or beefy enough, just always picking himself apart by comparing himself to others. Today, he is confident as hell, but the 13-14-year-old boy he once was would be on his knees worshipping a person like you, just fully defying social expectations. He always felt a little bit like worshipping you, but your naked form bouncing on top of him absolutely breaks him. He babbles praises between panting and moaning, hands moving over every inch of your body. “You're so hot. Shit, don't stop, you're just so- fuck. Fuck me. God, please.” He did not know he was a switch, and all he needed was a confident partner.
🎀Ghost: Simon isn't nearly as hairy as the other men. He sometimes trims his pubic hair, but mostly, he just isn't hairy enough to even care about it. He also doesn't care about your hair. It's just hair. But at night, his sadistic side comes through. During sex, he will tug on your bush for fun, sometimes just shortly before slapping your tit, sometimes he’ll just pull and pull like a maniac while fucking into you. The delicious pain sends electric shocks through your sobbing cunt as he pounds you toward orgasm. Should you ever shave or trim it, he will most definitely pout a little as he lost his favorite toy. Thankfully it's just hair, it’ll grow back, and until then, he’ll focus on slapping your clit and pulling your nipples. It's okay. He’ll survive.
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Hi!!!! Just wanted to request an instagram au of Charles where his gf is a lingerie model and he's a total simp for her and is unashamed about it. Thank you<3
𝐯𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 / 𝑪𝑳𝟏𝟔
pairing: charles leclerc x model!reader
warnings: slutshaming, strong language, women in underwear (?), mature content.
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yourusername having a good time at the photoshoot!
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charles_leclerc Most beautiful girl in the game 🙈
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yourusername summer time, and the living's easy ✨️☀️
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charles_leclerc Kinda hot in here, huh? 🥵
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yourusername Last photoshoot before the season starts. Can't wait to hit the runway again!
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charles_leclerc Tu est magnifique, chérie 😍
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charles_leclerc Shine bright tonight, mon étoile 🌟🫶🏻
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mafiaferrarista charles is the biggest simp for his girl, gotta give him that
favsnorris you deserve better, charles
⤷ schumicks yeah like you know what's best for charles
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yourusername Brought my boyfriend with me to be my photographer. Turns out Charlie got great lenses 📸
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charles_leclerc All my lenses points at you, bebé
⤷ yourusername you're so cheesy 😭🫶🏻
monegato oh look! it's y/n posting pictures of herself half naked! again!
pierregasly Looking good Y/n!
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charles_leclerc Belíssima, mon amour! Couldn't be prouder of my girl. Thank you for sharing these incredible moments of your career with me.
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charles4ferrari #freecharles
tifosimania she clearly has no respect for their relationship
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mclarengirly y'all be here like y/n or charles really care for your opinions
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yourusername week dump. get yourself a man who buys you real AND FAKE flowers. love building legos with you. love doing anything with you. thanks for being the best boyfriend a girl could ask for. i love you, charles. tagged: charles_leclerc
charles_leclerc Je t'aime de chaque morceau de mon cœur battant ❤️
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Feral| Mizu x FEM!Bellydancer!reader
•••MINORS DNI•••
warnings/notes: Smut, Sex, Smut, Fingering, Degration, Tribbing, Hair pulling, Cunnilingus (both receiving), thigh ride (r! receiving), swear words, Public(?) sex, AFAB!reader, Edging/overstimulation, Mizu temporarily being referred to as a 'He/Him'
idk if this should be a warning: Strangers to Lovers
a/n: First time holy shit— Insert song: BALLAKEO by peso pluma, annita
btw some fluffy ending (if you squint)
The night was cheerful, especially for the crowd that surrounds you, the music on loop, performing freestyle solos, swaying and moving your body like a snake.
Mizu was pretty much too focused on her journey, and was just passing by, resisting the urge to peek, but curiousity got the better of her, she did stopped in her tracks to atleast find out the commotion.
Squeezing through the loud crowd, she managed to breathe in fresh air rather than cigar nor alcohol, the stench finally wears off as she looks ahead, seeing you, a goddess.
It strucked her of how beautiful and enticing you look, her eyes mostly wandered off your half exposed body, laced with very thin flowy fabric, and small adorned coin-like golds on the hem of the clothes, she cursed under her breath, feeling— rather heavier than usual as soon as she sets eyes upon you.
The music, your movements, your hips, each sway and roll, she feels herself drawn by not only from your movement, but your skills, her mind drifted off somewhere sinful as she continues to stare, internally moaning out words that describes you, beautiful, sexy, hot, slut.
The clothes may show off the cultural beauty about belly dancing, she knows that, but to her prespective, you look like an absolute type for her, a perfect woman, she can imagine the thing she'd do for you, to you.
Her calloused hands, roaming over your body, every curves and dips, kissing your flaws, the sight of your rolling hips drifted to an imagination of her fingers under your— Focus.
Mizu was not the one to indulge with desires, yes, but for you, she couldn't help but watch closely. You smile and wink on the crowd, the crowd cheers and blew whistles, Mizu was unbothered by the crowd's squirming movements, she was only bothered by you, getting all hot and steamy.
You end with a seductive smooth move of slow deliberate roll of hips, with hands in the air, you bucked side to side synchronized with the music before you bowed, adding up the charm.
Your eyes glided upon the cheerful crowds, until you locked eyes with a rather peculiar stranger.
With a smirk, you winked at them, gestures of 'come hither' to lure the stranger in the back of the stage. You walked with confidence, smirk on your face. You knew that the stranger will come.
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You entered the dressing room, purposely not locking the door, you unshamefully slide off from your clothes, leaving you naked as you walk up to the closet. Humming to yourself as you find casual clothes, the door creeks open, a small smirk tugged in your lips, you never flinched, never startled, you turned your head to the side to peer at the stranger behind you.
Mizu, breathing unevenly, closed and locked the door securely, he walks up to your naked form. His calloused hands raised to take off his hat and cloak, revealing a Japanese male attire, it slips into your assumptions that the stranger you invited is a male, of course, you grew aroused.
You turned to face the 'man' with a small smirk, unashamed of revealing your body, the man's breath hitched as they drank the sight of your naked form. You walk up to him, hands raising instinctively over his chest.
"You come to indulge?" The man remains unmoving, but he answered, His voice rather feminine, low and controlled, he answered. "what do you think?" his hand slowly raised up, cupping unshamefully on your breast.
You leaned in, letting the man touch you, he remains still, as if he allowed you to touch him aswell, with no words uttered, lips came crashing like swords clashing, Items, table, chair, a mattres, fell and shook away from the path you two stumbled to while kissing, body grinding together, you let out small moans, his hand on your breast slowly squeezed and slides down to your most needed spot.
Brows furrowed, the man took off his glasses revealing sapphire eyes, glowing like the moon. His lips slowly kisses it's way to your jaw, neck, leaning down more to suck on one of your hardened nipples on his lip, you suck in a breath, a choke moan escaped your lips, your hips rolling on his fingers.
Your hands, found it's was to his groin, and to your surprise, it was soft, you were both aroused yet confused, how can a man resist such desires? a rumble of chuckle escaped his lips, providing vibrations on you nipple, you whined, back arching as his fingers quickened the pace.
Climax starts to build up before his fingers stopped abruptly, you pant, disappointed of being denied, the man took off his haori, revealing a binded chest, your brows shot up as he took off the dressing, revealing a pare of breasts, you were dumbfounded.
A woman?
You slowly slide your hand from her groin to her breast, giving it a light experimental squeeze, you look up, seeing the 'woman' smirking before you, you shivered, not from disgust, but from the intense arousal that flows in your veins down to your quivering pussy.
This is better.
Snaking your hands around her waist, you pulled the tall woman close for a kiss, your other hand slides down to tug the hakama off, revealing a white loincloth, already drenched from arousal, you bit your lip as you slowly kneeled down.
Tugging down the damp cloth, revealing Mizu's dripping wet sex, you swear your pupils has blown wide, turning into heart shapes, you lazily leaned in and lap on the woman's pussy, she let out a low groan, her fingers found it's way to your scalp, grip tightening on your locks as she rolled and buck her hips against your lips, you let out a moan, you hands massaging and caressing her strong thighs.
"... You taste so good..." you moaned out in her pussy, providing vibrations, she moaned and chuckled, pulling you closer in her pussy till you couldn't breathe, you continue to lick and suck, tongue skillfully rolling around her clit, and fingers slowly slid in one digit into her, the woman grunts, bucking her hips into you, your teeth grazing on her clit.
"You fucking slut.." she growls, she pulled up, stopping you from eating her out, you whine from both disappointment, and pain as she grip on your hair, she pulled you in for a kiss, your pussy throbbing, she leads you to a nearby chair, she sat down, guiding you on her lap, she slowly lifts her thigh, she released your hair and forcefully grabbed your hips, she pushed you down on her thigh, providing pressure on your sex, she pushed and pull, letting your pussy slide on her thigh, you let out small moans, breasts poking on each other.
"oh fuuck..!" you whimpered, leaning in to kiss her. You can feel her cocky smirk on your lips, blue eyes filled with lust stares at your very soul as if she's reading your mind, you kissed your way down to suck on her nipple, Mizu groaned in response, she controls your hips in a faster pace, causing you to release her nipple with a pop to sob out a moan, eyes rolling back as you pant and gasp. "Oh.. god.. Y--Yes.. Hah..." She revels the way your respond, she grinds faster.
"You like that don't you? huh?" she rasps out, she grabs a fistful of your hair once more to tilt your head up, she leaned in and kissed your neck, leaving hickeys that might last tomorrow, She then bites down on your shoulder, causing you to whine in both pleasure and pain. "You fucking like that? fucking brat."
"Yes..! a-ahh..~.. I like it.. I Love it..!" You sobbed out. Her blue eyes darkens like a seastorm, she grinds your hips faster, feeling a familiar knot tying up in your core, your moans and pants shifts into short gasps and high pitched pleas.
"I'm close.. I'm so close—" Your words were cut off with the tie breaking, releasing your climax, your body trembling and twitching, letting out high pitched moan and whimpers. The woman watched with a lusty chuckle, she slows down the pace, prolonging your orgasm, your creamy slick stained her thigh, spreading your essence nice and wide like a painting using your pretty little pussy.
"Your one perfect slut just for me..." She murmurs in your ear, you shivered, pussy throbbing from her words. She then firmly grasp your hips tighter, stopping you from grinding on her thigh, You pant from the aftermath, leaning to rest your frame on hers. Thankfully she let you rest... For a moment.
Suddenly, with a swift motion, she has you pinned down on a soft mattress, calloused hand slid from your hair down to your breasts, she played with the soft mound, and sucked on your nipples, you shuddered from the contact. She slowly kissed further down, Stomach.. Abdomen.. And finally, your dripping pussy.
Your body twitched from the sensation of a small kiss on your clit, starting to suck and lick, holding your thighs apart, you gasp and cry from overstimulation.
"T-Too much.. Ah.. S-Stop..!" you sobbed, her hands gripping on the sheet as you desperately try to squirm away, but this woman, doesn't back down and kept on lapping like a starved animal, grabbing your ankles to pull you back closer.
"You're not going anywhere, your mine, and I won't stop till I'm satisfied." The woman growled with a stern expression, she pulled you closer, and leaned back down to eat your puffy cunt again, you groaned and sob, back arching as you continue to squirm, she tightens the grip on your hips to pin you in place.
The familiar knot starts to build up in your core once more, you whinced, unable to breathe you gasp for air as you 'almost' rip off the sheets, your hips bucking forward on her skilled mouth.
"Gonna cum...! C-Cumming.." you moaned out, the woman suddenly withdraws, you sob in disappointment, hips practically shaking.
The woman spoke, in her usual low and controlled tone, but laced with seduction. "don't worry, you'll cum soon enough.." she cooed, smirking.
she adjusted her position, intertwining her leg under yours, and the other on top of your hips and slowly, she pushed down, her sex meeting yours, slick starts to mix as she grinds down, she groaned.
"fuck.. You feel so fucking good.." she continues to roll her hips against yours, the knot in your core starts to build up again.
"please— please.. I'm close.. please—" you begged, sobbing as you roll your hips. She chuckles as she continues to grind. Not caring if people could hear you two from the back stage.
"go on, come for me you slut.." The woman growled, intensifying her speed, you could only choke out gasp and pleas, before you two came, loud moans and low groans mixed together, a symphony of lust— cumming on each other's sexes, both of you is clouded by white fogs as you two ride out your high.
Panting from the aftermath of your orgasm, you two laid on the wet mattress to rest, hugging each other's bodies to soothen your exhausted state, kissing and giggling at each other.
"Actually.. What's your name?" you asked, the woman smirks at you, her blue eyes meeting yours filled with not lust, but affection and admiration. She answered.
"..Mizu.. What's yours?" She asked, turning her frame to face yours, intertwining each other's hands like love-sick lovers.
you smiled back, slightly kissing her calloused knuckles.
"..Y/N."
OMG FINALLY FINISHED! if y'all ever saw bad grammar or spelling mistakes please let me know (cause it's my first time publishing smut lol)
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𝙳𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚌 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ ².⁸ᵏ
Diluc knew he was pathetic.
A shining starlit in the big city, a monopoly on the finest wines money could buy, an elusive bachelor featured in far too many articles. He had a personal Assistant, easy on the eyes, pretty as can be, the sweetest girl he'd ever come by. He owned half of the city, inherited estates, lived lavishly and yet here he was. Pegged down to a dumb, pathetic mess.
Diluc knew he had better things to put his time towards - The charity that wouldn't stop blowing up his emails for an opportunity to use his face. The pressing paperwork scattered across his hardwood desk, long forgotten for the night. The staccato pings from his phone, messages from who knows, trying to get his precious attention. And yet he couldn't bring himself to care.
Diluc was preoccupied.
His eyes were glued to his personal computer, into a monitor with far too many hertz necessary for his daily life. One hand types at his keyboard, the other, palms at his weeping, clothed cock. Diluc had an infatuation. A near obsession towards the pretty girl on his screen. His darling Assistant.
Diluc couldn't recall how and when he stumbled across your stream. He knew he felt shocked, and perhaps even appalled. His mind screamed at him to back out, click the x button, file for a termination of your contract to save his reputation and yet. He couldn't ignore the soft swell of his cock in his trousers, pressing against the hard seam of the fabric. His eyes were glued to your half naked form, clad in the softest, prettiest colour of lace and silk. A stark difference to your pin straight blouse and skirt, ridged and pristine, just as he was. His eyes danced around your set up, personalized with soft fairy lights and pretty things. His eyes zero in on you, focusing on the sweet squeeze of your pussy around a thick fake cock, pressed past the pretty lace of your panties. That night Diluc found something to look forward to - Every week day you'd be by his side with a clipboard and coffee in hand. One night a week, he watched your pretty cunt swallow up the thick, squishy length of a dildo, aided by his never ending donations and text praise.
"Hey, Red.. I missed you~" Diluc's daydream is cut short by your pretty voice ringing in his ears. Before he even knew it he had typed up a quick tip to let you know he was watching.
Dark_Red : [ You look gorgeous tonight ] $50
He wasn't wrong. You had tweaked your makeup from the last he saw you, opting for something a little more out there than your usual work look. He honestly preferred you this way, eyes dazzling in sparkles and colours, pretty blush rosing your cheeks oh so cutely. You dressed in a pretty set of lingerie, just covering enough for his imagination to run rampant. He wondered if you wore them under your blouse, pretty lacy panties under your the black pencil skirt. He wondered if maybe.. He could sneak a little peak sometime, spill a drink on your shirt, drop a pen and watch you pick it up.
"Thank you Red~ You're always so sweet to me.. Love it when you drop by, making me feel special~" You wink into the camera, coming close, pressing your breasts together with your arms. You blow a kiss to him, oh so sweet with a smile on your lips. His heart jumps, his neck warms with an embarrassingly red blush.
Dark_Red : [ It's always a pleasure to visit you, Darling. Missed you so much ♡ ] $70
His free hand types quickly, tapping away with his corny words, unashamed. You give the webcam a pretty pout, a soft downturned smile, a sweet glint in your eye. You wriggle in your spot, carefully tracing over the intricate lace and buckles adorned on your top. Your fingers threaten to pull at the fabric, snapping the elastic into your skin with a soft sigh. Diluc bites the inside of his cheek and squeezes at his clothed length.
"You guys wanna see my tits? Yeah..? Gotta beg for them big boy~ C'mon.. Beg to see them baby." Diluc should be embarrassed at how quickly he taps at his keys. He has to rival the other viewers, keep your attention solely on him.
Dark_Red : [ Please, show me your pretty tits Baby.. Gotta see them - Need to see you Sweetheart ♡♡ ] $150
His donations steadily rise, not that he would worry. Diluc had a near endless pool of money, he was sure he could swim in it if he so chose to. If he had to buy his way to you then so be it. He could spend it all on you, treat you to the fanciest foods, the prettiest dresses, serve at your hand and foot. He'd make sure you'd never have to work again for at least three life times.
"Nawh.. Red you're always spoiling me.. Am I your favourite girl?" You poke at him cheekily. Gods if only you knew.
Dark_Red : [ You're my only girl, Sweetheart.. My pretty girl. ] $100
You give an airy giggle, arousal spits from your throat and trickles into your laugh. Slowly, you pick at your pretty bra top, hooking a finger into each side of the cup, pulling the fabric down and revealing just a taste of your nipples. The chat floods as the action begins, with countless babbles of praise and degradation. Diluc blissfully ignores them, focusing his eyes on you, watching as you slowly unclasp the latch on your top. You hug your arms around your fallen, lacy top, barely keeping the cups secure to your body. Gods you were a tease and he loved it.
"Wanna see them?" You ask, squishing the soft plush of your tits together with a cock of your head. You batter your eyelashes, giving a cheeky smirk as the chat floods once again.
Dark_Red : [ Show me, Darling ] $100
Diluc types out shamelessly, eyes blown out and in awe, chest tight in anticipation for your next move. You read his message and shrug with a side grin, slowly letting the pretty fabric drop from your form. Diluc takes in a breath, no matter how many times he sees you, you always stun him. You giggle and cutely shake your chest to the camera, showing off your pretty, perky nipples, hardened from the cool air. You pinch at your nipples, whining softly before turning around, showing off your naked back and pretty, lacy panties.
You bend over, pretty ass to the webcam, hugged sweetly by the taught elastic of your underwear. Diluc audibly groans, pushing hard into the head of his cock. You wiggle your hips, making your soft ass jiggle for the camera. Your pretty pussy strains against the silky fabric, hugged tight, looking fat and puffy just for him. Gods he wants a taste, wants to sink his teeth into the fat swell of your cunny through your panties. He spots a wet patch in your underwear, pooling dark with your arousal. He'd give anything to press his nose into your cunt, lick and lap at you from behind, taste your sweet slick on his tongue.
He hears a soft humming giggle and watches your fingers play with the elastic of your waistband. Slowly, slowly you pull your panties down, revealing the sweet, slick mess of your pussy. Your arousal drools over your folds, sticking to the silk of your panties with a drippy string. Diluc absent-mindedly wets his lips with his tongue, poking it between his lips.
He doesn't know how he can look you in the eye the next day. Maybe he wanted you to know just how stupid he was for you, how pathetic he felt in your presence. How much he wanted to pin you to his cluttered desk and lap at your pretty, puffy pussy. How he wanted to dig his nose into your clit, kiss and lick and tease your sweet cunt with his lips. Gods knows he'd worship you, hump the air pathetically while he suckles at your achey clit, focusing on your pleasure over his own. He'd fuck you good, maybe even use one of your little bullet vibrators on your clit to make sure you gushed on his cock. He'd praise you, pet you, caress you, let you walk over him in your pretty, stiletto heels. You could take anything and everything from him and he'd surely thank you for it.
"Hmm~ Like what you see Baby?" You wiggle your hips again, showing off your bare cunt, slick and wet in the soft light of your room. Gods did he. The sight of you could make him cream in his pants. He works his button open, fishing out his aching hard cock, idly stroking at it while he watches you pretty pussy. You dip your fingers in, stretching out your tight walls, arousal making a mess over your hands and thighs. Diluc nearly drools, pumping at his cock while you finger yourself open, wet and slick and loud just for him to hear. He was deluded, and he didn't care.
Dark_Red : [ Love seeing you like this, Sweetheart ♡ ] $80
He relishes in the soft ding your stream makes with his fat donations, special and unique compared to the silly little blips in the chat. He hears you giggle again. You spread your fingers, pushing your wet pussy lips apart for the webcam to see. Your creamy arousal dribbles down your cunt, your hole clenches on nothing. He'd do anything to stick his own fingers into you, have you moaning and keening into him while he finger bangs your pussy. Have you squirt all over his lap and desk, messing up all the important paperwork he'd have out.
"Think I deserve a treat?" Your voice calls. You deserved everything in his eyes. He sees you reach over, grabbing something from off of the frame. He knows what's coming, he'd tuned in to enough of your streams before. The thick, squishy head of a dildo comes into view, practically shrinking your pretty pussy with its size in comparison. You tease at the camera, tapping the tip against your gushy hole, creating the wettest slapping sounds in his ears. The pings roll in, tiny little donations flood your chat, begging for you to shove it into your cunt.
Dark_Red : [ Wanna see you ride it Sweetheart.. Watch it bulge in your belly. Can you do that for me? ♡ ] $250
He watches you glance over and read his message. The smile you give nearly stops his heart. You face the camera front on, pretty body open for all to see. You get on your knees, resting your weight on your thighs, squishing them deliciously under you. You continue to tease the squishy tip of the dildo against your clit, tapping it gently on your core. You're giggly again, talking to the stream in a silly tone.
"Want me to ride it? Take it like a good girl? Yeah..?" You tease. Diluc's cock twitches in his hand, dribbling hot beads of pre down his knuckles. He taps at his keyboard, half delusional, drowning in anticipation.
Dark_Red : [ Take that cock Darling. Be a good girl and Ride it. Ride it for me.. Don't wanna disappoint me, do you? ♡ ] $2500
Diluc's finger slips on his keys, punching in one too many zeros into the donation balance. Fuck he didn't care. Not when you gasp so cutely, gush his name so sweetly, promising you'll treat him extra special for being such a sweetheart.
"Oh Red~ You treat me so well.. So, so well~ I'll take this cock just for you, 'Kay?" Your excitement isn't hidden, you lay it out all for him. He ignores the squabbling in the chat, the other men fighting for your attention, if anything, it drives him further into his delusion. You were his and his alone, his sweet assistant, his pretty thing, all spread out as per his request, all for him. Diluc watches you sink down on the thick, rubber toy, watching as the fat tip presses into your tummy. He grips his cock in time, squeezing at his length with his palm all to replicate the tight clench of your pussy.
"Ahn~ Your big cock feels so good~ Filling me up so full.. Love your big cock! Yeah~ Love it so much" He watches you babble as you ride on the thick length of the dildo. Your pretty tits bounce with your movement, framing the rest of your body oh so perfectly. Fuck. What'd he'd do to have you ride in his lap. To have you hug his big, thick cock with your warm cunt, keep him nice and snug while he works through the day.
He fists at his cock while you bounce on the thick, squishy length of your dildo. Your moans nearly rival the soft, squishy gushy slick of your cunt as you fuck yourself. He palms into his achey, velvet head, rubbing his thumb over the sticky slit of his cock. Would you lap at him? Lick up his salty pre? Chastise him for making a mess? For letting it dribble down the length of his cock? Gods, he hoped you would. Hoped you'd tell him off for being a dirty man, a pervert, chastise him for looking a little too long by edging him on and on. He'd let you do it too, anything to make you happy.
Yeah, he'd fill you up with his fat cock, choke you from the inside out. He'd plow you good, fuck up into your gummy spot, make sure you came again and again on his length. Diluc wants to worship you, spoil you with treats and his thick cock. He'd let you use him, any way you pleased he'd be at your mercy. Fuck he didn't care as long as it was with you.
He watches your pretty pussy suck in the fat length of the dildo, listens to your cute moans as you grind down again and again. He feels the all too familiar twist in his groin, a pulsing ache that threatens to make him whimper. Your moans flood his ears, soft staccato notes as you bounce and hump against the fake cock in your cunt. Diluc has half the mind to type out one last message.
Dark_Red : [ Always look so pretty when you cum, Darling.. Come for me, let it out sweetheart, cum on that cock. ] $3000
His bank account could run dry and he wouldn't care. As long as the pretty girl on his screen was happy. He sees you read his message, bouncing up and now harder and faster, squealing and babbling the sweetest sentences together. He fists at his cock, pumping it with the same vigor as you, milking at the tip with a flick of his wrist.
Diluc was right. You were pretty when you cum. He watches your sweet pussy quiver and squirt all over your bed sheets, making a sticky mess you'd surely have to clean up.
"Feels good! Feels so good! Cumming for you! Just for you! All for you Red~" You cry and cry, rubbing at your clit as you ride out your gushing orgasm on the fake cock. Diluc audibly growls, squeezing hard at his cock, shooting thick, rivulets of hot cum all over his knuckles. He grits his teeth hard, never taking his eyes off of your beautiful self. He milks at his length with his fist, surely sending him into a heated spike of overstimulation. He wanted to make it last, clasp his hand around his thick head just to imagine the feeling of your warm cunt wrapped around his cock. He relishes in your wispy whimpers as you come down, jumping when you bump your clit on the thick length of the dildo when you slowly pull it out of your pussy. He does it again, licks his lips, imagines how sweet you'd be if he wrapped his lips around your achey cunny.
You blow a sweet kiss to the camera, face dopey and smiley before the screen goes blank. Diluc is forced to reveal his own mess of a reflection, eyes blown wide, lips bitten red, hand and trousers soaked in a sticky mess of his cum. Diluc will retire for the night, slipping into a hot shower and make his way into bed.
And when he meets you again in the morrow, dressed up nice and neat, not a hair out of place. He'll smile, wish you 'Good Morning' and take a sip from his coffee. He'll ask how your night went and smile and nod when you shyly give him some other story. He knows all too well what you got up to. If he thinks about it for too long, he feels his pants get a little tighter.
Diluc knew he was pathetic - But he couldn't care less.
I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him I love him omg I love him
Diluc is a rich in the streets and a bitch in the sheets 😔
Yippie 2 in 1 day yippieee
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