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vinetae · 1 year

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Try (M) - Chapter: 5 ~ Don't Think..

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: Smut! Smut! SMUT. Poly!au, boyfriend!au

w.c: 1,313

Warnings: Dirty talk- (what'd you expect lol), Shower sex, wall sex, Taehyung is surprisingly kinda dominant, sub!Reader, Switch!Taehyung, unprotected sex, steamy sex, degregation, praise kink (cause Tae Tae loves them cookies lmao), cursing, vulgar language, foul language, secret sex.. I think that's it..?

A/n: WELCOME TO HELL YA'LL. No seriously, I'm kinda addicted to writing these little drabbles? Oneshots? WHAT THE FUCK DO I CALL THESE HORNDOGS- Anyways, as always; ENJOY

<-Previous Chapter

“Now then,” Jimin picks the soaked articles of clothing from the floor, tossing them over into your dirty hamper peeking from out up under your sink. Your mouth still hung open, confused on whether you should be turned all the fuck way on, or confront your boyfriend about his comments earlier towards Taehyung.

Before given a chance, Jimin gently moves your body backwards, leading you both towards your shower.

“Jimin wh-”

“Shhh. Quiet now, baby.” He squeezes a quarter size amount of shampoo into the palm of his hand, lathering it between his digits before messaging the frothy substance into your locks.

His exposed figure presses up against your behind gently, resting his head on the dip of your shoulder.

“This is our time.” You wanted to ask him about what the hell he just did to his best friends, but the steamy streams of water trickling down your frame, and the soft-lullaby-like whispers dancing along the shell of your ear, it’s hard to stay awake during all of it. Much less talk.

Around half an hour of gentle, soothing sounds, carried along with his baby-like whispers, you’re back in your dimly lit apartment bedroom. Taehyung sprawled across Jungkook’s frame, his chest moving up and down in a soft beat. Jimin’s having you tucked neatly under his arm, already had fallen asleep. Soon, you join the ton, letting your worries slip away to ponder over for another day.

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Curtains barely hiding what bright lights fill your whole entire room. Soft snores rumble from the body laid beside yours. Breath, soft and pattern-followed. Standing, you carefully lift the heavy limp that had been entrapping you all night, making your way to the kitchenet of your apartment. You open the pantry, reaching for the cereal box before you hear a certain noise.

The familiar tune catches your ears. Unconsciously, you make your way towards the door withholding such beautiful melodies.

“Far from the shallows now..” Hums and baby-soft words seep past the crevasses of your bathroom door. The light illuminates soft patterns along the walls. You reach for the knob, finding yourself now standing in the middle of your tiled bathroom. Previous memories of the dirty activity that had gone down just hours ago flash through your mind. Pushing them aside, you focus your attention only to the angel-like voice producing these beautiful melodies.

“In the shallow- Sha-hallow” The deep voice sends you into a peaceful trance, imagining him singing up on a stage with millions listening to his every note.

“shit…How does it go again? Tell me….something something something-” You silently giggle at his loss for lyrics. Leaning forward, you give him some leeway.

“Tell me something boy… Aren’t you tired tryna fill that void?” Your gentle voice reverberates off the dewy walls, stopping his hums in track. He peeks his head from behind the fogged glass door, eyes widening at your sudden appearance.

“S..sorry, Y/n. Did I wake you?” You shake your head, motioning for him to continue.

“Those are the lyrics. ‘Tell me something boy..’”. He smiles, flashing a bright boxy grin your way.

“Care to join?”

His request makes your cheeks redden. I mean, if Jimin had been completely fine with you and Jungkook last night..maybe this isn’t so different. Besides, it’s just showering. We’re just getting clean.

You cross your arms, sliding the big graphic-tee that had no-so-anonymously been hugging your figure perfectly. Outlining every detail of your Goddess-like figure.

Shit.. you were even more beautiful first waking up.

Taehyung mentally notes that he has to calm himself. He doesn’t want to feel Jimin’s wrath if he did something he wouldn’t approve of.

Technically, he’s still feeling something from last night. Might not be wrath…but-

His train of thought was brought to station shortly after you’d stepped in alongside him. Your shower had been big, but with his massively large frame taking up around almost all of what little space this cube-like thing could take, it was a little difficult to move around in. You’d finally settled though, beginning the reach up to lather the foaming soap on his body. Starting from his broad, wide shoulders, hands traveling down his chiseled figure. Your hands rest lightly on the dips of his hips, fingers unconsciously thumbing the area with just a slight bit of pressure. Your eyes, glassy and fogged -much like the shower door-

“Y/n..” His breath rolls effortlessly down the side of your neck, lips coming to apply small suction kisses on the strip.

“T..taehyung” You moan, head leaned slightly back, giving more ease to grounds for Taehyung’s mouth to claim. His hands travel up your body, fingers squeezing your breasts ever so gently, not wanting to scare you off. Your hands now resting on his pubic bone, spitting into one before slowly starting to move it along his hardened cock.

“S-Shit, Y/n..” His body bends forward, kisses now turning into deeper sucks which you knew were going to be very visible later on. But, for right now..

“Tae- I-” His digits come furiously down your own frame, rubbing quick circles on your clit. Your thighs start clenching from the sudden attack, hand slowing on his shaft, before picking up speed.

You both now face each other, hot breaths mixing to create a sweet and sensual taste you both were addicted to.

“Y/n..” Taehyung whines, starting to get impatient. His pelvis presses against yours, sending you both into a fit of moans.

“I need you.”

His vocal-beg was all you needed to know. You lift your leg to wrap around his own, as his fingers dive deep into your already sopping pussy. Some of both the pre-cums slipping of your bodies from the rushing water that’s hitting you both from above.

“Do you really think Jimin will..” His words trail off, as you remove his fingers from your core, taking his cock in hand to replace the digits.

“Shhh. Don’t think” He nods, before slowly pushing into you. Both, leaning on each other for support, his hand having to come up to silence your cries.

“F-fuck baby” His cock kissing the tip of your cervix, bottoming out as much as your tight little pussy could take.

“T-taehyung ah” He quickly picks up pace, you having to bite down on his previously abused bicep to keep quiet.

“Shhh baby, it’s okay. Don’t worry, I’ve got you” His words of encouragement aid in the quickly arising bubbling feeling in your stomach.

“Waited all night to get a taste of this sweet..” Thrust.

“Sweet pussy.”

“Had to have my own damn best friend fuck me in the ass before you, baby. That doesn’t seem fair, huh?” You shake your head, too overstimulated to even comprehend what he’d been saying.

“S-shit.. Did you l-like when Jimin fucked me, huh?” You wantonly reply, too focused on your own release that’d just been around the corner. You could almost taste it.

“I bet you did. Jungkook sucking me off w-while Jimin had been fucking me so good. You know, t-th..that was my-ah f-f-irst time being f-fucked by a man?” Your moans now transitioned into screams. This man’s thrust game was no joke.

“Come on baby, show me how well you can cream my cock. I bet Jimin has never fucked you against a wall before, hmm?” You viciously shake your head, nails scratching poor Taehyung’s back that will definitely leave some bruising over the next few days.

“C-come on petal, tell me how well I’m fucking you. God, you look so filthy like this. Even when we’re in a fucking shower. Dirty whore. You’ve got all of u-us FUCK- w-wrapped around your little f-finger, don’t y-you?” His dirty talk had been too much, practically on the very edge.

Just a bit more

So.. fucking close.

Almost!

And-

“Now when did I give you two permission to do this?”

Next Chapter ->

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#bts kim taehyung #bts poly!au #bts v smut #bts taehyung smut #shitty smut writings #bts masterlist #bts maknae poly!au #bts x reader #maknae line x reader

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too-deviant · 2 months

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mdni 🃏

thinking about luke as your mom’s friend’s son who only comes over when your parents hang out…yk the one….anyway here’s a shitty drabble

being all awkward smiles and painful small talk for the first hour of whatever family event your parents had dragged you to this time.

indulging in more than a few cocktails that your older cousins snuck to each of you from the bar.

(the dodgy bar in the dodgy events building that had been hired out for whatever birthday party/baby shower/bat mitzvah was happening. you didn’t really care all that much, anyway.)

the liquid courage fuelling the conversation, pulling up old memories you had buried and bubbling over the giggles you shared as you drank in the corner.

getting progressively tipsy, sharing secret smirks when your mom passed a comment about how “it was as if you two had never been apart!”

luke’s hand in yours — older, mature, callused; so different from how they used to feel when you were kids, although those memories were fading, being replaced with something much more carnal. something you were less likely to share over a cocktail at a family party.

sneaking away from the crowds — easy enough, everyone was drunk.

cutting through hallways, passing the drunkards who lingered outside of the chaos. they were smoking, arguing on the phone, waiting for a cab, looking for the bathroom. you?

you were being pressed against the wall of an empty stairwell, gasping quietly at luke’s mouth on yours. his hands on your waist, then your back, your arms, the sides of your neck. everywhere he’d been thinking about touching since he knew what touching meant.

and you were the same. fingers under his blazer, dipping into his waistband for a teasing second before returning to the outside world — but he noticed. how could he not? the firm pull of your body against his was response enough, his right hand coming down to hitch your leg around his hip.

your crotches burned with desire, rubbing against each other with every small movement of your bodies. aching for more whenever you paused for just a second because you thought you could hear someone passing the bottom of the stairs a few feet below you. all they would have to do is ascend the first set, and they’d spot you there. but neither of you cared.

luke inching a hand up your dress, dipping his fingers beneath your panties and huffing into your ear when your wetness coated them after one stroke. your own hand, fiddling with his belt and making sure nobody heard the clanging of the buckle as you undid it with fervour, eagerly searching for his cock once you could stick your hand in there to your wrist comfortably.

moaning in each-other’s ears. grinding on each-other’s hands. sucking in deep gulps of air whenever you got too loud, whenever the slurring speech of an uncle you’d never met faded in, and then out of shot.

luke cumming in his underwear, your hips spitting and sputtering against his palm only moments later.

cleaning yourselves up, catching your parents at the bottom of the stairs just as they passed by in search of you. sharing a look.

in the years you’d known him, you’d never exchanged socials. you didn’t need to. you just hoped he would be at the next family function.

#you can write about this concept if you want #because this is shitty and rushed #pls tag me if you do #i wanna read it #@mills drabbles #luke castellan smut #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan

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4mnji · 22 days

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FORGIVE ME, BABY ᡣ𐭩 eren yeager x reader

synopsis: u find out ur fwb has been fucking other girls on the low and u hate being one of his options, so he comes over to “apologize” to you

warnings: kissessss, pussy eating, fingering, orgasm denial, choking, pet names (baby, my love, princess), eren is just a lil mean n nonchalant 😠, reader is kinda possessive hehe 🎀, reader and eren r both in their 3rd year of college, once again written with a black women in mind but anyone can read

wc: 1.4k

a/n: here’s another fic that has been collecting dust in my notes for a hot minute. i hope yall enjoy 💋

you’re chilling on your bed, scrolling through instagram bored outta your mind when you get a call from your fuck buddy, eren. you shot up from ur position on the bed making sure u looked good enough to answer the facetime call. when you were just about to pick up, you stopped in your tracks and let it ring until the call eventually went away.

you wanted to pick up, you really did but you had remembered that just a few days ago mikasa, your best friend, had sent you a screenshot of one of her instagram mutuals close friends post with a message undernesth it saying “isn’t that ur man??”. you clicked on the screenshot and it was a picture of eren and some random girl laying in bed, eren with his face buried deep into her neck displaying all the hickeys he must’ve gotten from her with her hand touching his back. you instantly knew it was eren because of the tattoo behind his ear. obviously you knew you and eren weren’t together and probably would never be, but you just couldn’t stand the sight of seeing him give the d to anyone else who wasn’t u when he could simply just hit you up if he wanted a good fuck. your phone dinged 2 times, making you snap out of your trance.

rennie 💋💋

why u ain’t pick up?

i have ur location, ik ur ass is home.

you rolled your eyes at his messages, deciding not to text him back and just call him instead. he picks up on the first ring, instantly questioning you, not even giving u a proper greeting. “why didn’t you pick up?” he says with a blank stare. “well hello to you too” you scoff which doesn’t go unnoticed by him but he chooses to ignore it. “i was in the bathroom.” you lied. eren nods his head, looking away from the camera not saying anything. there’s a moment of silence before he breaks it and shifts his focus back onto you. “i wanna come over, i miss you.” you shake ur head laughing a bit at his statement. “you don’t miss me, you was just with some other girl like 2 days ago. if you really missed me you would’ve came to me instead of her” eren opens his mouth to speak, but you countinue talking. “eren, you know how i feel about being one of your lil hoes. if you wanna have multiple girls on your roster and pick and choose who u want to fuck on what days, you can get the fuck off my line because i’m not gonna be apart of that bullshit.”

eren sighs and doesn’t say anything for a couple of seconds. he thinks about his next actions and choice of words carefully. on one hand, he can argue with you, which would then lead to you not talking to him for a week, ignoring all his messages and calls and then eventually you’ll get tired of doing that and tell him to come over so y’all can “talk”. or he can just agree with whatever you were saying—and he chose the latter. his patience was wearing thin, he actually did miss you and he didn’t want to jeopardize his chances of seeing you with some stupid argument.

after thinking out his words he finally speaks “you’re right princess, i’m sorry” he says trying to sound as sympathetic as possible. honestly, eren didn’t give a fuck if u did or didn’t like his lifestyle, he does whatever the hell he wants to do. however, he didn’t want u to get any more upset with him than u already were, so he decided to make u feel like u had the upper hand so u would let him come over.

you were about to open your mouth to say some slick shit to him because you knew that these type of conversations between the two of you always ended up in some type of back and forth argument, so you were taken aback when he not only agreed with what you were saying, but even apologized. and eren never apologizes. “im right?” u question, confusion laced in your tone. “yea baby, you are and i’m sorry for making you feel that way. i’ll stop fucking around with all these girls i promise, just let me come over so i can make it up to you properly” after hearing all of eren’s empty promises and him actually “agreeing” with what u had to say for once, you folded immediately and told him to come over. you probably would’ve been standing on buisness a little bit more if u didn’t crave his touch so much but you did, you needed wanted him badly.

once you gave eren the green light that he can come over he was there in less than fifteen minutes and had you butt naked on your bed in less than five.

“keep your legs up, baby” eren instructs and u do as he says. you lift your legs up, locking your arms around them to keep them in place. eren begins to kiss all over the lower half of your tummy and slowly trails down to your pretty pussy. his kisses are so sweet, slow, and sensual that is has your toes curling in the air.

“mmm ren..f-feels good” you mutter out while letting out soft moans. eren hums, which sends a little vibration into you. eren knew u were close, even if u didn’t tell him u were. he was always so good at reading u like a book, but for now he decided to play dumb by pulling away and pretending like he didn’t know why u let out that little grunt when he did. before you can question why he stopped he starts rubbing on your puffy clit while looking into your eyes.

“y/n, i really am sorry that i didn’t come to you the other day. i don’t know what i was thinking princess, you think you can forgive me?” eren coos at you, with a little smirk on his face that goes unnoticed by you since your head is in the clouds with the way he’s rubbing on you. when he doesn’t get a response he slaps your pussy, earning a loud whine from you. “you didn’t answer me my love. you forgive me?” he asks again. “y-yes eren…i-i forgive you!” u hardly manage to let out.

eren smiles at you before he gives the lower half of your stomach another wet kiss. he moves his head back down so he can start making out with your pussy again. he’s being so sloppy with it but lord it feels so good. you try to push eren’s head away but he doesn’t let up and instead starts adding two of his long digits into your wet pussy while eating it.

you had no more strength left in your body to push his head away with the way he was eating and fingering your pussy. “erennnn im so closeee!!” you whine. and just when you were about to have your release, eren stops. he lifts his body up so he can sit down straight on the bed and he looks down at ur trembling body and just laughs.

“rennn what are u doing…?” u question quietly. eren rests his large palm on the right side of your cheek “i’m glad you forgive me, but you know…” he pretends to think for a moment, “i never got an apology from you for telling me what to do and you know i hate that bossy shit” his hands slides up to your neck and he gives it a little squeeze just enough to make you cough a bit. you rest ur smaller hands on top of eren’s, mentally hoping that you can make him forgive you and he’ll forget about all this and just make you cum.

“r-ren i swear i wont do it again im really sorry i-“ eren cuts you off and leans down to press a quick kiss onto your lips that were now swollen from you biting on them previously. he lets go of your neck and gives you his signature annoying (but sexy) smirk and god you wished you could slap that stupid look off his face, but you’re in such a weak state right now from how he was eating you out </3.

“show me how sorry you are and maybe i’ll think about forgiving you, sound good princess?”

#forgive my shitty smut writing </3 #anyways i’m working on an ony fic yayyy #eren yeager #eren x black fem!reader #eren x black y/n #eren x black reader #eren yeager smut #eren x reader #eren x black!reader #x reader #eren aot #eren smut #aot fic #4mnji ᯓ★

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nkogneatho · 6 months

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kashimo is js so pretty,,, pasi im dying here wtf was gege thinking when he drew him,,, he js fits the slut description,,, i js wanna edge him til he cries n call him my pretty boy RESTRAIN ME

𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐎 𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐉𝐎𝐁

kashimo hadn't felt touch of a woman in centuries. he missed it. he was the slut of his era. and going from getting your dick milked everyday to forgetting what that feels like wasn't easy. but now when you had your hand wrapped around his long and pretty dick, he couldn't help but bite his bottom lip, fidgeting at the feeling of your fingers toying with the cockhead. it was so pretty. it had a peach pink to light brown gradient. hos cock wasn't veiny but the outer skin layer was so soft and thin that you could see how some hint of the purple and green veins underneath. you were so eager to put him in your mouth but you wanted to test him. his precum was alone so much that it wet your hand giving you easy accessibility to stroke his cock, and you didn't need to spit on it.

"ngh—unh unh unh! yes, keep doing that."

he was so desperate, not even ashamed to moan and whimper and you were enjoying it.

"need to release myself, pretty woman. please—ah! yes. can you—mmh go faster," but to his surprise, you slowed down. and he was so frustrated, but what's he gonna do?? you had him wrapped around your fingers. literally.

you increased the pace of your hands when he expected it the least. it was making such a filthy sound but god did it sound like music mized with him desperate moans.

"uhm! yesyesyesyesyes aaahh!!"

he came so hard, your hand was drenched in his release. this is what happens when you're not touched for 400 years. but that won't be a problem for him now since you are here. he's not gonna let someone like you go so easily. he wasn't hungry but you happen to be the prey that willingly walked in his territory

#I WENT OVERBOARD HELLOOOO???!! but dria forgive me. this is what my shitty writing skills can offer you now #jjk smut #jjk x reader #kashimo smut #jjk kashimo #kashimo x reader #hajime kashimo #kashimo #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #soulmoots.°•♡#dria♡

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twiisted-king · 11 months

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— nsfw 🤍🕳️🕸️

the spot fucking you to prove he’s still got it even when he looks like a dalmatian that went to the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone. he doesn’t stop until both of you are too tired to go on and when he pulls out, he whimpers at the sight of his cum leaking out of you like the pathetic loser he is :)

i am going to hell, but who doesn’t wanna fuck the irradiated cow 🫶

#the spot #jonathan ohnn #across the spiderverse #i am going to hell #smut #nsft concept #y’all ignore my shitty writing its 1 am #atsv x reader #he is my babygirl #the spot x reader #jonathan ohnn X reader

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your-nanas-house · 9 months

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A hiss as a promise

◇ Pairing: Older!Ominis Gaunt X wife!Reader

◇ Warnings: mention of breeding, kisses, crotch, Gaunts

◇ Summary: During an event in the house of the Gaunt Ominis is dragged by her wife to another room because she has to tell him something.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. I'm pretty lost lately so I'm struggling so much with writing or anything..sorry if it's bad.

The evening was not like an ordinary, quiet one, the type of evening that the now-married couple liked to spend together behind the walls of their shared home.

It was way far from that given the many voices in the room that filled the room along with the various noises of glasses and cutlery touching porcelain plates belonging to the most prestigious pureblood family, the same family that Ominis Gaunt was a part of and the same family that had organized that anniversary celebration event for some festivity that Y/n still didn't understand, despite being part of that family for several years now.

The halls of the Gaunt house were elegantly decorated in the colors belonging to their family and their Hogwarts house, everything was in its place and everything looked as perfect as Ominis Gaunt's body in that lovely suit his mother had forced him to wear. He was simply divine, with his blond hair arranged, his clothes hugging and showing off his slim and fit body, bringing out his pale skin decorated with tiny moles. It really made Y/n's mouth water, even though they had been married for about five years, she was still surprised by her husband's beauty and the effect it had on her whole body and mind.

She too was dressed for the occasion, a dress her mother-in-law had chosen for her, a dress that hugged her body deliciously and with a soft fabric that was pleasant to the touch, something she knew Mrs Gaunt had chosen just to please Ominis and to show off the family addition as best as she could.

Ominis hated the whole thing but feeling so good his wife's curves when he had the chance to walk past her exalted him, turning something animalistic inside him that he kept hiding all night too focused to not meet or chat with anyone except her.

Now that the young wizard thought about it, he hadn't felt or even sensed her for more than half an hour, which worried him enough to make him move from the hidden corner, he had conquered, to visit his wife with the precious help of his wand, which was glowing red sending the necessary information for him to be able to navigate without collide with guests or his family.

A few minutes passed and Y/n became the one who surprised Ominis, finding him before he could find her, dragging him with a blank expression towards the corridor that led to the guest rooms and bathrooms.

The poor Gaunt couldn't understand what was going on but despite his concern he followed his wife without question, ignoring the voice of his brother Marvolo calling him to tell him or ask him something for which the pale man had no interest.

Main reason because he didn't answer but let Y/n speak and apologize before continuing to drag him by the sleeve of his neatly fitted shirt, towards a path that would have been unknown to Ominis if they had not been at his family house.

As soon as they reached a door, the wizard's body was pushed into the chamber and the door closed with a thud, leaving all noise and guests outside.

Several seconds passed before Ominis was slammed against the door, an action that caused him to let out a small groan that continued as soon as his wife's lips reached the soft spot on his neck.

His large, pale hands moved to Y/n's covered hips, gripping the fabric of her dress in an attempt to hold her closer to him as he asked amused "what's all this need, my dear?" he whispered breathlessly with curiosity,stiffening slightly at the answer.

"The period has come, I was bored and I checked the calendar" Y/n revealed as she continued to leave wet kisses and small bites on her husband's skin "breed me, Ominis, fill me with your babies" she pleaded, grabbing his crotch which was still covered by his trousers combined with his shirt for the event.

A guttural groan coming from Ominis' throat escaped his rosy lips, it took a lot of control of him to not come immediately in his trousers at the mere thought of marking his wife's tight walls, perhaps leaving an heir who would surely take her surname instead of his.

Ominis' eyes darkened and his pupils dilated before a command-like hiss came out of his mouth followed by the sudden movement of his hands, which were previously holding the fabric of the dress urgently but gently. They now grabbed her hips harshly, pushing Y/n onto the first surface he hit, noticing it that way, as he moved from his trapped position against the door.

Another hiss came out of his mouth, this time it sounded almost like a promise and Y/n hoped it was just what she thought and hoped.

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distressed-devilsitter · 6 months

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Saw someone say that Mammon wouldn't eat MC out...lies and slander.

NSFW Blurb Below. Minors DNI. 🔞

Mammon is so so desperate for your cunt. He begs to go down on you. He's obsessed with it. The way it smells. The way it tastes. The way it pulses around his fingers...

Beelzebub may be the avatar of gluttony, but Mammon is ravenous. He eats you out like a starving man, your slick dripping down his chin and pooling on the sheets beneath you.

Mammon loves overstimulating you. He could spend hours between your thighs, tongue pressed into your folds. You try to pull him away, tugging on his hair (joke's on you he's into that shit.) He just moans and stuffs his face closer to your heat.

#obey me!#obey me! nightbringer #mammon x reader #mammon x mc #mammon #mammon obey me #inspired by someone's shitty take that mammon would not go down on mc #like #are we talking about the same man #huh #i guess i write smut now 🤷‍♀️#just in time for the end of kinktober!#i blacked out and wrote this in like 10 minutes enjoy #local woman writes bad smut #I FORGOT BEEL WAS THE AVATAR OF GLUTTONY #BABY I'M SO SORRY

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straykidsholicleigh · 5 months

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You Want It Down

warnings: clothed clit rubbing, spanking (just one-), choking (yay) that's basically it-

a/n: my second disgusting drabble

credits: dividers by @cafekitsune & @not-the-herb-sage ♡

You strapped your heels up before sitting up from the bed, admiring your outfit in the mirror in front of you. You wore a black dress that came just above your knees, a see through material as the sleeves, paired with black heels. Your hair was tied into a messy bun and you wore light makeup.

You looked sexy, to say the least, but only one thing was missing...

The zipper.

“Minho!” You called out, grabbing a bracelet from the dresser. Your boyfriend of two years came walking into the room. “Yes my love?” He questioned leaning against the door frame. “Could you zip this for me please?”

You had already pulled it halfway, but found it difficult to pull the rest. He smirked, walking over to you and turned you around.

“Up, Minho.” You said, rolling your eyes, but instead he wrapped a hand around your throat, keeping you still. You gasped as he let his free hand roam between your legs, pushing your dress up and rubbing circles around your clothed clit.

“No baby, I think you want it down. Don't you?” He whispered, smirking at the way you moaned under his touch.

“M-minho, we're going to be late- fuck-” you choked out a moan as he gave your right thigh a loud slap. “Oh, but I've got my dinner right here baby.”

Well, looks like you guys have to cancel dinner tonight.

©straykidsholicleigh

#stray kids #kpop smut #lee know #i can actually see this happening #i know my writing is shitty dont tell me 😖#lee minho stop being in my brain goddammit #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids smut #lee know smut #lee know drabbles #lee know x reader #lee know x y/n #lee know x you #lee know hard thoughts #lee know hard hours

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pavlovianfuckery · 2 months

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i have abandonment issues and anxiety and now so do you

just my brain going "but what if dream is a complete banana lady about time because he values it differently from everybody else and gets absorbed in his work and fucks off for months on end like a big fucking idiot, what then?"

also he is so very pretty when he cries and i wanted another go at writing some quick stair sex, fucking sue me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i was so sleep deprived when writing this and it shows but what can you do

It's been weeks since you slept unaided, the use of pills keeping any dreams at bay, so when you finally enter the Dreaming only to find yourself in the throne room of all places, it gives you pause. Everything looks much the same as you remember. When you finally lay eyes on the aloof figure on the throne it feels like being kicked in the chest, which is less unexpected. You had imagined what it would be like to see him again many times, but nothing you had planned to say comes out, the words turning to ash in your mouth.

"Leave us." His gaze is fixed on you as he orders everyone out, and it feels as if an eternity passes between the closing of the massive doors and him speaking to you. "Do you know why I have brought you here?" Just hearing his voice again is painful, but you refuse to let it show, squaring your shoulders but not meeting his eyes, not bothering to keep your tone civil.

"I do not presume to know why you would do anything, so no, I don't." The glibness doesn't seem to amuse him, and he steps down from the throne. "That is not quite true, is it?" His voice is flat as he approaches you unhurriedly, step by inexorable step. "If accusing me of being a liar is all you dragged me here for, I'm just going to go." You turn to go, to wake up, to be anywhere but here, but he calls out to you. "Stop." You were planning on leaving, and yet. And yet.

"Why?" You whirl around, facing him. It's a struggle to keep your voice from cracking, but you manage it, somehow. "You don't want me here." He frowns, moving closer until he's only a few paces away. "I assure you, that is not true, despite your lack of loyalty." "What in the world is that even supposed to mean?" Now you can't keep the anger out of your voice, "Since when have I ever been disloyal to you?" "Since you abandoned me to cavort with a mortal." The words are full of contempt, and it almost makes you physically recoil. "I abandoned you?" It comes out as a disbelieving laugh, more callous than you had intended. "No, you left, without so much as a word. I didn't hear from you for 6 months! I don't know if you had gotten bored of me or what, but you were gone."

"Bored?" His frown deepens. "There were matters of great import that required my attention." "Of course there were." You had always been painfully aware of your own unimportance to a being like him right from the start but nevertheless, his words still hurt. "What did you expect me to do then, spend the rest of my life waiting for you? I didn't even know if you were coming back at all."

"You certainly wasted no time before giving yourself to another." "Did you miss the part where you up and left me for months? Not that it's any of your business anymore but yes, I slept with someone else, to try and get over you forgetting me!" "I did not forget you." Somehow, the words make it worse. "Yeah? Because that's what it looked like." Your eyes sting and you wipe at them angrily.

He's frozen, unmoving at the bottom of the steps. Bathed in the soft light from the stained glass windows he reminds you of a marble statue. Beautiful. Cold. It cuts at you like a knife until you can't stand to look at him any longer, and you turn to leave again. The way his fingers snag your wrist takes you by surprise, not expecting him to reach out. "Wait." "I did." You yank your arm back, but he grabs hold. The touch is gentle, but it might as well have been a firebrand. "Let. Go." For all their vehemence the words feel like a lie on your tongue, and as you glare at him it's obvious that he doesn't believe them either because his grip only tightens. The way he looks at you hurts, it burns and something inside your chest just shatters.

The slap is loud in the empty room, neither of you expecting it. Even though your palm tingles from the open-handed strike there isn't a mark on him of course, but that doesn't make you feel any better. When he pulls you to him, most of the fight drains out of you. "You don't get to do this, you know," you punch his chest weakly, just once as the first tears start to fall. "You can't just dump me by the wayside when you get tired of me, I'm not your fucking pet." "No, perhaps not. But do not doubt this; you are mine."

Despite everything, the close proximity has the same effect as it always has, as if he'd never left. As he tightens his arms around you his familiar scent envelops you, making your head swim. You're not sure what possesses you to brush your lips against his throat, but you do it anyway, despite your every sense screaming at you that it's a bad idea. "Forgive me." For a moment you're sure that he'll send you away, that you'll wake up alone in your bed again and the thought makes it hard to breathe. But then his fingers ghost over your cheek, brushing your tears away before guiding your mouth to his. The kiss is a brief, unspeakably tender thing, over much too quickly. Brows knitted together in something like confusion his eyes are heavy on you, searching your face. "What is there to forgive? If I had known..."

You don't wait for him to finish speaking, pulling him back down by the lapels of his coat. His lips are as soft against yours as they've ever been as you pry them open, like it would be possible to push every shred of angerpaingrief into him that way. As if he could somehow understand your hurt if only you could force him to taste it. And he lets you, even as you nip at him until you taste blood, like bright copper pennies caught in your teeth. Lack of air makes your head spin but you can't stop clinging to him as if he'd turn to smoke under your hands, to slip between your fingers to be gone by morning. "Don't leave me like that again..."

You breathe the words into him like a prayer until your knees go weak, and even then he holds you to him still, not letting go. The descent onto the stairs is a gradual one, made clumsy by the reluctance to let go for even a second. Straddling his lap is a graceless affair, but you're beyond caring. Feeling the fabric of his coat under you is a bit unsettling, the way it cushions your knees from the unyielding stone beneath a bit too well to be quite real. It makes you feel as if you could fall into the sky of the lining of it if you're not careful. "You are aware of my responsibilities; I can offer you no such promises." That hurts to hear more than you would like to admit, but then he continues, "I can however endeavour to inform you when my work requires my full attention."

It's not quite an apology, but it's as close to one as you're likely to ever get and still more than you dared hope for. As the hem of his shirt rides up exposing the skin there, the urge to be closer is overpowering. "I have missed you." The way he says it is quiet but fond, the words soft enough to rival the feel of his skin under your questing hands.

Wanting to lay any claim on him that you can you suck at the sensitive skin on the side of his neck, which surprisingly does leave a mark, one that doesn't fade. When the realization dawns that he's doing that, he's keeping it there on purpose for you, lust pools molten in your belly. Repeating the action on the other side makes him groan, the sound vibrating against your lips as he tips his head back and grinds his hips up against you, giving you all the permission you need.

The bruises bloom nearly instantly, another one of his tricks, offered up almost like a gift. They dapple the flawless column of his throat prettily, but it's still not enough. The seams creak in protest as you pull the collar of his shirt down to get at more of him, but he doesn't seem to mind. After being apart for so long, suddenly having him this close when you thought you never would again is overwhelming and you're unable to hold back a few errant tears. "Do you have any idea what it was like with you gone?" Giving his hair a pull, you force him to look at you.

He wets his lips before responding, an uncharacteristically human gesture. "It was never my intention to cause you harm." The tremble in his voice is barely perceptible but still undeniably there.

His lips yield to yours so easily when you kiss him again, pressing the heel of your hand against his fly. "Help me forget?" As you breathe the words into his mouth you can feel him pulse through the fabric. "Please?"

Even with his hands aiding yours it's easier than it should have been to pull his jeans down, the stiff material offering next to no resistance, a convenience courtesy of the Dreaming. Rather than removing them completely, you push them only as far down as is necessary.

His cock is just as pretty as the rest of him, you'd almost forgotten that. The skin is silky in your palm as you give him a few slow pumps, just as a reminder of what he feels like. "Let me see you." His words make the rest of your clothing fade away like morning mist leaving you completely exposed on his lap, another perk of his realm that you had missed. The way he touches you borders on worshipful as he presses a soft kiss over your heart, gentle as a butterfly wing.

Sinking down on him slowly is difficult when you're aching like this, but you want to savour it. For now, he simply leans back and watches as your body swallows every inch of him. The way he fills you so perfectly is intoxicating, addictive. It feels like coming home. For a while you don't move, just enjoying holding him inside like this, buried to the hilt as you squeeze around him. The intimacy of it is almost unbearable, nearly making you choke up again as he gently grabs hold of your hips and guides you into a languid pace.

"Tell me he didn't make you feel like this." The words are quiet, almost pleading, his eyes shining as he looks up at you. You had thought something like that wouldn't matter to a being like him, but his fragile expression tells you otherwise. "I need to hear you say it," he gasps, the stars in his eyes finally falling. Seeing him like this nearly breaks your heart all over again. As you kiss his face with all the tenderness you can muster, moisture stains your lips, making him seem remarkably human in that moment. "You know he didn't," you fail to keep your voice steady as you stroke his hair. "He wasn't you."

The way his chest hitches does nothing to douse the desire burning its way through you, not the way it perhaps should have done. He's so lovely like this, all dishevelled, cheeks shining. It's wholly unexpected, the vulnerability of it all, making the tension in your core coil tighter. The salt of his tears burning on the tip of your tongue makes you feel like consuming enough of him in any way you can would somehow erase your stupid mistake. As if he could fill you up until there would be room for nothing else, and he would push the memory of it out of you.

"Please come in me," you roll your hips, pleading. "I need you to."

That you would ask for it so bluntly makes him let out a desperate little sound and thrust up into you ineffectually, the bunched-up fabric around his knees making it close to impossible to gain any proper traction on the smooth stone steps. He grasps your hips more firmly, spurring you on. "Move for me." It's still a fairly leisurely pace, neither of you so much chasing release as letting it arrive in its own time. Pleasure washing over you in gentle waves makes your thighs quake as it brings you close to your peak before pulling away, time and time again.

The squelching noises as you ride his cock are embarrassingly loud in the empty hall, but you're beyond caring about anything except that you get to have him like this again. One of his hands moves to where you are joined, clever fingers circling your clit, not directly touching you yet. "You make such a sweet mess of me, my love."He murmurs, voice strained as he continues, "I've missed that." The words alone are nearly enough to put you right back on that precipice, making you pull on his hair with a frustrated little whine. "Morpheus, please." At that, he goes completely still, his grip like iron as he holds you in place. You can feel his cock straining inside of you, nearly spilling but not quite. "Plead with me like that," he chokes out, cheeks high with colour, "and you will receive me sooner than you might hope."

Being the one to make his composure falter has never failed to drive you wild and this time is no different. Seeing him like this after your time apart, balancing on that edge right along with you, is very nearly enough to bring you off. Furrowing his brow he bites his bottom lip, fighting to keep his control from slipping, and you realize that you're going to come regardless of if he moves or not. It's like a tidal wave on the horizon, the pull relentless long before it arrives.

"I'm going to," you struggle to get the words out, "fuck, I'm..." The way his eyes bore into yours is almost hypnotic, drawing you in. "Go on," he breathes, egging you on, "come for me." Then he flexes inside of you and with a whimper, you're lost, walls spasming around his cock. There is no way to ride the wave of pleasure and nowhere to hide from it, the only thing you can do is slump bonelessly on his lap and let it wash over you, because he isn't letting you move. He's only a few seconds behind you though, pushing in as far as he can go and emptying himself there with a strangled sound, as if he really could wash every trace of the other man's touch out of you that way.

Spent, he rests his head against your shoulder, stroking his hands down your back soothingly as his come starts seeping out of you. For a while you simply stay like that, holding each other close. Now that you're thinking more clearly reality starts to set in, and you can't help but dread waking up. Because in your heart of hearts, you know that you will wake up alone, no matter what just happened. It hits you like a sledgehammer to the chest and without meaning to, you start to tremble.

Realizing with rising horror that this might just be A dream and not your Dream, you do the only thing you can think of; you flee back to the waking world.

#dream of the endless x reader #morpheus x reader #sandman x reader #sandman x you #sandman smut #dream of the endless smut #the sandman fanfiction #my shitty shitty writing (affectionate)

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wikiangela · 7 months

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Inspiration Saturday

tagged by @daffi-990 @spotsandsocks @wildlife4life @disasterbuckdiaz @hippolotamus @fortheloveofbuddie thank you all 💖💖

I'm lateee but here's a lil shitty moodboard I just threw together for the phone sex fic lol - and thank you all for all the encouragement, love y'all sm 💖 (and might share another snippet for seven sentence sunday👀

snippet here

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no pressure tags (it's technically sunday here already but whatever, gonna tag y'all anyway, sorry lol): @elvensorceress @gayarthur @diazass @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @arthursdent @jesuisici33 @diazblunt @911onabc @eddiediaztho @housewifebuck @thewolvesof1998 @lover-of-mine @gayhoediaz @callaplums @rogerzsteven @watchyourbuck @cowboy-buddie @monsterrae1 @loserdiaz @ladydorian05 @giddyupbuck @forthewolves @honestlydarkprincess @theotherbuckley @eowon

#inspiration saturday #buddie phone sex smut #ngl there are still parts of this fic I feel so unsure about but like I really want to include them?? lol #but I'm excited for this i think #i'm still shit at moodboards and it won't change haha #but it's 2am and it was way too hard to find pics that felt like this fic lmao #moodboard #fic moodboard #buddie #buddie fic #wikiangela writes #buddie smut #new wip #shitty moodboard

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astromaxi · 4 hours

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Hi!! I saw your post about being open to req's and was wondering if you could do a yandere jjk x reader one!

Snow leopard hybrid gojo would not leave my mind and i've been rotating a scenario in my head about reader smelling a bit too much of other men. But they aren't dating and gojo's is starting to go insane about it and so confronts reader bout it.

i mean you could do it without satoru being a hybrid, i don't really mind. i'm just craving for a yan gojo rn

I AM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE

HOLY SHIT- SCHOOL SUCKS

BUT I'M ALMOST DONE YAY

Warnings: slightly possessive Gojo, crappy writing, maybe full on possessive Gojo, Gojo having a scent kink thing, so mdi (?) 18+ (?), Gojo really loving your smell and but also calling you smelly (I’m scening a slight theme with my writing…)

As always lmk if I miss anything and this isn’t proof read so grammar mistakes 🫶

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Fem reader!

‘Jesus Christ I want to quit my job’ was all that was running through my head as I walked up the sets to my home, my feet crying out for relaxation after the horrible treatment of a 9-hour shift. All I want to do right now is to curl up in my bed and cry.

I open my front door, and at the same time, my phone starts to ring off. Huffing I close the door and set down my bag, I awkwardly shuffle through my pockets to see ‘Gojo’ lighting up my screen. An exaggerated sign escapes my lips as I answer the call. “Hello?” My horse voice spoke out, “I’m coming over! I see you off of work” a very happy Gojo responded to me, I looked down at my disgusting work clothes and the overall quality of how I felt, “Gojo- look, I don’t feel like hanging-“ “Great! I’ll be over in 5 minutes.” Was all I heard before the abrupt sound of the call being hanged up. I roughly made my way to my bathroom, if Gojo is coming over might as well look decent.

The thing with Gojo is, that he has been becoming increasingly clingy to me. Especially knowing days when I have work it’s almost as if there’s some sort of thing growing inside himself. I tend to brush him off whenever he buries his head into the crook of my neck, his long lengthy arms curled tightly around my stomach, or when he invites himself to stay the night but insists that I wear his clothes. I brush it off as Gojo being himself as he is usually very overly touching with everyone in his life- but sometimes- sometimes, it feels a little off.

I sighed as I heard my front door opening and closing I wrapped a large towel around my body. I run my fingers through my wet hair as I cringe at it being tangled up. I slip on an old hoodie and a pair of shorts, using the towel to dry my hair I set out of the bathroom and I’m immediately pushed against the wall nearby. My vision gets clouded by a mop of white hair and twitching light grey ears, as Gojo buries his head into the crook of my neck.

“Mm-Gojo!” I yelp in surprise as I place my hands on his solid chest trying to move him off of me

Keyword: trying

Gojo slips his hands down my arms, creating goosebumps in his wake as he grabs my hands with his own and places them around his midsection. His own hands find home on my hips as I feel an aggressive sign flow out of him. “M’ not Gojo, it’s ’Toru to you” his voice is horsed, and Gojo buries his head more into my neck- if that’s even physically possible. “You smell like other guys.” Gojo bluntly says,

I raise my eyebrows at him, my hands are mindlessly playing with his Snow White hair. “What do you mean ‘Toru?” I ask, the man-child before me lets out a groan. He raises his head from my neck and stares at me with his ocean-blue eyes. My heartbeat picks up as I feel my face heat up. Wordless Gojo tilts his head to the side, his eyes turn to something more obsessive. His pale hands travel up my body to cup my face, the air in my lungs gets stuck in there.

“You smell. Every day, every single day you always smell and it’s driving me insane.” He leans into me, our lips inches apart as his eyes dart down to my lips. “You should only smell like me, only be with me. I can give you so much baby.” His right-hand caresses the side of my face. I shake my head

“ ‘Toru you..” I let out a shaky sigh “You don’t want-“ “I know exactly what I want baby.” Gojo cuts me off, his breath growing more aggressive.

His lips move to the shell of my ear. “I want, no- need you baby. I need it so badly you don’t even know the depth of it” he whispers in my ear as he goes back to face me. “You need me to, I’ll prove it to you.” I nodded my head, allured to the words Gojo was feeding me, our lips connected as he immediately pressed the kiss. His arms cage me against this wall. My knees feel like they are going to give out.

“I’m going to show you just how much I need you baby.”

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A/n: this isn’t really that yandere, kinda forgot about that while writing this LMAO

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imastrangeone98 · 1 year

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SCARANATION ARE U READY

THIS BITCH

WILL COME HOME

(I hope this horrible mini smut gives you luck on your pulls!)

"Would you look at that? Finally managed to shut your mouth, huh?" you huff, slamming your hips down against the Wanderer's. "Where's your god complex now, you little punk?"

He scoffs. "The mere fact that you're sitting so clumsily on me is answer enough, no?" His hands grip your thighs, guiding you up and down on his length. "Archons, you're not even doing a good job. If I had known you'd be so weak, I would've found some other bitch."

"Bitch, you say?" Incensed, you smack his hands away from your body and increase the pace. Despite how badly your thighs are starting to shake and ache, you refuse to give in to his biting words. And you're rewarded with a low, guttural moan that's so beautiful it makes you more angry.

"Look at that," he grunts, a smirk on his lips. "You actually have some spunk to you."

"Shut the fuck up," you hiss, voice breaking at the pleasure that shoots up your spine as his cock presses against a sensitive spot in your walls. "You- ah- you're such a jerk sometimes."

"I know."

His body jumps underneath yours, and the stimulation makes you cry out as you cum. Shaking and sweating, you finally submit to your exhaustion and lay down on his chest.

Cold fingers gently trail up and down your spine, stopping briefly at the back of your neck, rubbing circles into your sticky skin before going back down to your hips.

Suddenly, you're facing the ceiling, and your companion's face stares down at you. The fact that he's smiling so arrogantly at you doesn't even faze you, you're just so tired.

"Consider me impressed, although your stamina could use some work. And as you can see..." You feel his still-hard cock slip out of you, and it's hard to not whine at the sudden lack of fullness. He taps his length against your wet folds, and you jerk at the sensitivity. "I still haven't cum yet."

With a chuckle, he grips your legs, tosses them over his shoulder, and shoves his cock back inside your hole in one swift motion. The suddenness and force of his thrusts makes you squeal and you grab his shoulders for stability, and you're so wrapped by the overstimulation and pleasure to notice how easily he lets you touch him.

"Since you've been such a good little one for me," he croons in a sickly sweet tone, "I'll give you a reward. After all, you're my bitch."

#I'm writing this as I take my prep class and I have no regrets #very shitty smut but I'm still lowkey proud #genshin impact #scaramouche #wanderer #wanderer x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader

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sweet-heart-jack · 2 months

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I'm writing a supernatural fix it fic in my notes app and when i get done would anyone be interested in me posting it on here?

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dameronscopilot · 1 year

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So, uhm, for Santi's Shitty Ass Knees club and uh, maybe also thigh riding kink and... uh... knees are harder and knobbier to grind on (even if Santi has these thick luscious thighs to grind on too...) so maybe his person gives him a new appreciation for the damned joints that give him so much trouble because they also give his person so much pleasure. That's all. Happy Sunday. 👋🏼😇😳

Thigh Knee Riding with Santiago

Santiago "Pope" Garcia x f!reader

NSFW 18+ content below.

Santiago’s flat on his back in bed, lips hanging open slightly and his pupils blown wide with lust as you ruck up the skirt of your dress and straddle one of his legs. While he’ll inevitably split you open on his fat cock later, you’ve spent most of the day fucking distracted by the indecent way the jeans he’d decided to wear were hugging his thick, muscled thighs. So you have other matters to attend to first.

You went so far as to drag him home from dinner at Frankie’s earlier than you’d usually leave, because by the time you hopped into the passenger side of his truck, the inside of your thighs was already far too sticky with the arousal that had seeped its way through your sopping wet underwear as you clenched your legs together throughout the visit.

While perhaps you could’ve both stripped down before you began shamelessly riding his thigh, Santiago wants you like this—the straps of your dress haphazardly drooped over your shoulders, tits spilling out; the breathy little moans that leave your mouth as you drag your slick folds over his denim-clad thigh, your lacy underwear digging so tightly into your cunt as he tugs the waistband up to rest as high on your hips as it’ll go. He wants his mouth to go dry as he feels your arousal soaking through his jeans and onto his leg, wants to see the messy evidence of your release smeared all over afterward.

But this time, something different happens—

Though he’ll deny it up and down till he’s blue in the face, not quite ready to accept the fact that his body is suffering the consequences of the hell he put it through for decades, Santiago Garcia has shitty ass knees.

He’ll still stubbornly hoist you up and try to make love to you against a wall when given the chance, knees be fucking damned as he grits his teeth and pants his way through it, but he’ll eventually be muttering expletives under his breath when the strain becomes too much and you’re forced to switch positions.

You know it bothers him.

Which is why, when you can feel the muscle of his leg strain underneath of you for a moment, you can easily surmise he’s starting to feel stiff from the position you’re in (though he won't say it)—running around in the backyard with Frankie’s daughters all afternoon certainly isn’t helping his case any.

You go to move with the intention of hovering above him to give him a moment to bend and stretch his leg out, but when your movements fall slightly out of sync in the process, his knee ends up pressed against the apex of your thighs.

Your breath hitches at the feeling of it, the pressure of the solid bone of his kneecap up against your throbbing clit. While there’s plenty to be said about clenching down on Santi’s firm thighs, desperately chasing the friction that will eventually lead you to a keening, whimpering, climax…this is new. And unexpected.

Santi knows you, he knows you so fucking well. You think you’re being subtle as you experimentally rock your hips into his knee once more, but he clocks it immediately.

“Hermosa, what are you doing?”

There’s a hint of amusement in his voice as he watches you bite down on your lower lip, and you gasp as he presses his knee even more firmly into your mound. It feels so good, a fresh gush of arousal begins to leak down the inside of your leg.

“Do you like this?” he asks, tone pitched low as he runs his tongue over his lower lip.

You nod.

“Then don’t stop.”

Santi hastily tucks a pillow under his leg and watches you, transfixed, as you begin to grind down on his knee. He reaches down, pressing the heel of his palm against his throbbing erection while you get yourself off, moaning with each roll of your hips.

And while seeing you slip your dress off and palm at your naked breasts while you tease your nipples has him groaning, it’s the ultimately the mere sight of his shitty, useless knees bringing you over the edge to a gushing orgasm that has him gasping for breath as he comes untouched in his pants, soaking his boxers with his sticky release.

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» SANTIAGO GARCIA MASTERLIST » OSCAR ISAAC MASTERLIST

#answers from the cockpit #santiago garcia x reader #santiago garcia #oscar isaac fanfiction #triple frontier fanfiction #santiago pope garcia x reader #triple frontier #santiago garcia smut #santiago pope garcia #santiago garcia's shitty ass knees #dee writes

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