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ALL MINE — XU MINGHAO ࿐
summary. minghao is yours and you are his... his only.
wc. 3.5k
warnings. jealous!hao <3 f!nger!ng, oral (f. receiving), a lottt of possessiveness, kinda mean dom!hao, sub!reader lots of teasing, unprotected s2x, creamp!e, pet names, other members having a crush on u— MINORS DNI 18+
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minghao doesn’t like sharing. he hates it. especially when it comes to you. you’re his, for his eyes only. it’s the only reason why he refuses to bring you to hang out with his other friends. seokmin can’t keep his eyes off you, mingyu latches onto you like a puppy in love, jeonghan teases you and makes you giggle– a sound that wouldn’t be as infuriating if it wasn’t caused by another man.
“i wanna see them, too, hao,” you pout after he tells you he’s going out with some of the members.
for some reason, minghao feels his stomach churn. why do you want to see them so badly?
he doesn’t want to be controlling, not in the slightest, but he feels his blood boil every time his loser friends try to make advances on you. it’s not your fault you’re a doll, of course, but that’s all the more reason to keep you to himself.
he sighs, “it’s just dinner, baby, chan and vernon wanted to try this new restaurant and mingyu invited me–”
“still not hearing an excuse as to why i can’t go?” you interrupt, furrowing your eyebrows. “c’mon hao, i haven’t seen them in weeks ‘cause you’ve been gatekeeping them.” you whine from the bed, watching him mess with his hair in front of the mirror.
if only you knew how ironic this was.
eventually, he gives up and allows you to tag along and it’s very apparent how unhappy he is about it. you can tell with his stoic expression and how quiet he is on the drive there. you’re partially worried as to why he was so insistent on getting to stay home, but those worries fade once you see chan, vernon, and mingyu sitting at a table waiting for the two of you.
minghao’s arm wraps around your waist as soon as the small group notices you making your way over. you look up at him confused at his sudden switch in behavior, but ultimately decide against saying anything.
“Y/N!” mingyu cheers, standing from his chair quickly to greet you with a bear hug.
you beam, giggling as he pulls you from minghao’s death grip just to put you in another, “hi, gyu!” you attempt to say, but it’s muffled into his large chest.
when he finally lets go to greet your boyfriend, you look over to vernon and chan and greet them as well, “hi channie, hi vernon,” you smile at them sweetly and they can’t help but smile back while greeting you, both of their cheeks heating up.
you soon feel minghao’s touch on your skin again, and all of a sudden you’re closer to him than you were before. you look up at him for the second time, a look of concern painting your features, “hao?” you murmur.
he ignores your call, “sit at the end next to chan, love,” he tells you instead. he can’t have mingyu slobbering all over his girl.
mingyu protests sitting back in his seat, but minghao isn’t having it. he gently pushes you to the empty seat at the end of the table while he takes the empty one next to mingyu.
dinner goes well. for you at least, and it’s hell for minghao. he’s usually so patient– it takes so much to get him worked up, but with every giggle that leaves your mouth and every single look the boys send your way, he feels the temperature of his blood rise.
the last straw was chan offering to take you to see a new movie– as if minghao would let that slide.
before you could respond to the question, minghao scoffs loudly, “yeah, no.”
he doesn’t want to be that boyfriend. he doesn’t want to forbid you from hanging out with anyone. especially not his best friends. in fact, he should be happy that all of his friends love you, but that’s not what really pisses him off. it’s the fact that most of his friends want you that has him fuming.
he abruptly stands from his chair, pulling out his wallet to throw a few bills on the table, “baby, i don’t feel that great, do you mind if we leave early?” his voice pleading as he looks down at you with a frown.
you take in his expression and you instantly feel bad. “yeah, ‘s okay, we can go.” you murmur, standing to your feet. “bye everyone,” your smile doesn’t reach your eyes, yet you do so anyway at their confused faces before taking minghao’s hand.
he says his goodbyes and pulls you out of the restaurant, hurrying to the car.
you’re not sure what to say as you notice his tight grip on the steering wheel. you don’t want to ask if he’s angry because he very obviously is. you say the only other thing you think will help, “hao… ‘m sorry,”
he immediately softens at your voice, knuckles returning to their original color as he eases up. “what? why are you sorry, love?”
you frown, “well, i know you didn’t want me to come and i get it… some people don’t wanna mix their love life with their friends ‘cause it gets messy.” you ramble in one breath. “i don’t wanna cause any problems–”
“baby, stop, i could never be mad at you, are you kidding?” he turns his head from the road and glances at you for a slight second. you catch a glimpse of his face and you can tell he’s being dead serious. “Y/N… i know you don’t see it, but my friends are attracted to you.”
“what?” you sputter incredulously. “no they aren’t!”
he rolls his eyes, “they most certainly are. i can’t blame them, though, you’re beautiful, but…” he mumbles as you beam at him.
“but?” you question, a tiny, hopeful lilt in your voice.
“but… you’re mine.” he states roughly, feeling his anger bubble up again. “you’re mine and it pisses me off that they think they can have you,” he nearly growls. “they don’t deserve you.”
he was jealous? it made a bit of sense, you think to yourself, but the possessive way he spoke of you… that was new.
you’re not sure what turns you on the most about the profound concept, but it does. you feel your face burn and your stomach swirl in anticipation. you feel your ego boost and the words come out of your mouth before you can comprehend. “and you do?” you say teasingly. “deserve me, i mean?”
“oh, sweetheart,” he croons, a small smirk playing on his lips. “of course i do.”
minghao knows he’s the best for you. he knows it in the way you never want to leave his side. he knows it in the way he’s made you smile every single day the two of you have been together. he knows it in the way he makes you scream and cry and shake while you cum for him every night.
he has no problem proving it to you when you get home, pushing you against the cold door and instantaneously pressing his lips against yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth. the way you let out a gaspy moan of surprise has his cock twitching as if it’s begging to be inside of you already. you relish in the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck to invite him in deeper. his arms move to pull you into him, letting your tits press against his chest.
you don’t really remember how he got you to your room- you can recall the slight stumbling and the way he tightly gripped your body- but you could honestly care less. the only thing you care about is him and the burning desire in your body to just be one with him. the clothing he impatiently shreds off your body don’t matter as long as he fucks you soon.
you whimper softly as he shoves you onto the bed before removing his own clothes. you watch him strip and, god, you feel so fucking lucky. the mere sight of him has you clenching around nothing while your arousal soaks through your panties– the only piece of clothing he left on your body.
you feel like you might be able to keep your composure for a bit longer before he slips his cock from his boxers. this time, you moan, “minghao!” your pussy drools and drools and it just won’t stop. his length is so pretty– it’s long and flushed a pretty pink color at the tip. you understand now that you don’t want him. you need him.
“what is it, love?” he sends you a faux pout, hand languidly stroking himself up and down.
“please,” you whine.
his head cocks to the side as he feigns innocence. “please what, baby? you have to tell me what you want.”
“just…show me ‘m yours… show me, please.” you exhale, biting your lip as soon as the words exit your mouth.
he doesn’t react for a second, but then you see his hand halt and the mocking pout is replaced with a smile. not the endearing kind of smile that he usually sends your way, no, this was different. this smile was sinful… unholy even.
he coos gingerly. “oh? you want me to fuck you?” the condescending tone is masked with that syrupy sweet voice that has your stomach doing backflips. you feel so small under his sadistic gaze and you would hate it if it didn’t turn you on so much. “want me to fuck you till all you can think about is your hao making you feel good?”
you let out a tiny gasp before sending him a pretty pout. your bottom lip juts out while you eagerly nod your head at him.
“say it.” he demands while dipping into the mattress, his hand ghosting up your leg causing goosebumps to arise on your heated skin.
“yes…” you whisper as his hand gets closer and closer to your ruined panties.
clearly unsatisfied with your answer, he reels back. “no.” he says gruffly, shaking his head. “say it. all of it.”
you whine again, growing desperate, “yes! yes, hao, want you to fuck me stupid– please? please fuck me, wanna be yours, only yours,” you buck your hips slightly in hopes that he’ll finally give you what you’ve been craving.
it feels like you’ve been waiting a century for him to respond, your mind going to your wildest thoughts. thoughts of him pumping you full of his cum, marking your skin so bad that (even with all the makeup in the world) you couldn’t hide them, fucking you till you see stars– but as soon as you feel his hands tug at your panties, you come back to earth.
“god– fuck, baby,” he groans as he sees your slick cunt. a string of your arousal clings to your panties as he tries to pull the soiled material off. “who’s got you this wet, hm?”
as if he didn’t fucking know.
“you, baby, only you.” you gasp, body heating at the fact that he’s about to touch you. “hao, please, can’t take the teasing ju– shit!”
minghao’s two fingers plunge into your sopping heat, instantly curling inside of your gummy walls. his fingers are soaked immediately and you know because you can feel your wetness beginning to seep from your hole every time he pulls them out.
his fingers, his hands– they’re so much bigger than yours. it’s incomparable. the way he can fill you with just his two fingers while three of yours don’t do the same has your head spinning.
when he curls his fingers in that spot, you mewl and he knows to keep going. he hits your g-spot over and over and over till you’re clamping around his fingers, ready to explode.
“gonna cum for me, pretty?” he pants, extremely turned on by the sight of you twitching and jerking just because of two of his fingers. “gonna let go and soak my fingers, right? ‘cause you’re mine?”
“mhm!” you whimper, nodding your head, unable to give him the verbal response.
his thumb finds your clit and rubs harsh circles into the bud while relentlessly finger fucking you into oblivion. you gasp, moaning out his name over and over till it dies on the tip of your tongue.
your thighs tremble and before you know it, you’re cumming all over his fingers on a high pitched squeal. your pussy tightens, halting his movements and you shake while grinding on his hands to ride out your orgasm.
“fuck, you’re gorgeous, look so pretty like this,” he nearly moans, pulling his fingers out of you. “can you give me more?”
“y-yes!” you exclaim, stuttering since you’re still recovering from your euphoric high. “please, more. i wan’ more.”
he hums, hooking his arms under your knees, eyes lust-ridden as he looks at you, “what do you want now, love? my mouth or my cock?”
you ponder for a minute, debating on the options. you want to say both because god only knows how his cock fills you so nicely. how it always hits all the right places that turn you into a whimpering mess for him. his mouth, though, is heaven-sent. the way he’ll tongue at your hole and his nose bumps your clit gets you so messy, something you both love.
meekly, you ask, “can i have both?”
he tsks, but he can’t hide the smile on his face, “greedy girl…”
he doesn’t wait for your reply, immediately positioning himself in between your legs to eat you out. he presses a tiny kiss to the inside of your thigh and your heart warms at the domestic gesture. even though he’s done it a million times before, you’ll never get over the fuzzy feeling it gives you.
when his mouth wraps around your sensitive clit, you inhale sharply, holding it in your lungs. he moans at the taste of your arousal and cum mixing on his tongue.
his delicate noises send shockwaves through your entire body and your hands can’t help but fly to his head, fingers threading through the silky hair. when his mouth moves to shove his tongue into your leaky hole, you fully choke on a gasp.
“hngg, baby,” you cry softly, arching your back and subtly grinding into his face. the grip he has on your legs tightens as he tirelessly sucks and slurps on your arousal. with your eyes screwed shut, you throw your head back and moan, “fuck, l-like that!”
he hums again, “pussy’s s’good,” he mumbles into your cunt. “tell me how you feel.”
the vibrations of his words prove to be too much as they make you whine again. “so so so good, mouth feels so good, hao, love it so much!” you babble, words slightly rushed and slurred. “fuh-fuck, and you, hao– i love you so much. only you.”
he chuckles against your heat, digging his fingernails into the plush skin of your thighs. your stomach churns as your eyes shut close. you’re teetering on the edge of another orgasm and you fear your brain may turn to mush.
when you open your eyes again you notice he’s looking up at you, stars in his own like he’s completely enamored of you. his tongue drags up your slit slowly before he reaches your puffy, swollen clit. he groans against you when your grip in his hair tightens, tugging harshly at his scalp.
he flicks his tongue against the bud, loving the way your thighs tremble in his hands. you whine and try to buck your hips against his mouth for more. your attempts at grinding against his face prove to be futile when he pins you down and detaches his mouth from your needy bud.
“no no, baby, keep going!” you whine, trying to push his head back, but he shakes your hands off his head. you pout, “gonna make me cry, hao, please keep going,”
he smirks, “then cry, baby, don’t stop on my account.” he says, untangling from your legs. “you were the one who said you wanted both, did you not?”
you whine again, “i did, but i wanted to cum!”
“i think i spoil you too much, love– you just came, no? don’t tell me you forgot already,”
“you don’t spoil me enough, hao,” you huff with a frown. “i didn’t forget, i just wanted to cum again….”
“and you will if you’re a good girl,” he says, hands grabbing at the backs of your knees to push your legs toward your chest. “now are you gonna stop being a brat and let me fuck you, or do you still have more you wanna complain about?”
you shake your head, “i’ll be good…”
“that’s my girl.” he coos, aligning his cock with your hole with a big smile on his face. you gasp feeling the tip press against your aching cunt, but before he continues, he whispers, “now tell me one more time just how bad you want my cock.”
you curse under your breath, obliging with rushed words. “hao, i want it so bad– you know i want it, please don’t tease. i wanna feel you.” you plead.
minghao smiles brightly at you, head spinning at your words. he loves the conformation, loves knowing that he has you wrapped around his fingers. he loves knowing you’re all his to fuck and tease forever.
and so he pushes into your tight cunt, letting the tip stretch you open before cautiously filling you up with his cock. you sob, velvety walls wrapping him up into a tense hug as you clench around him.
“fuck,” he moans, dragging out the word as he bottoms out. the head of his cock reaches deep, scraping against your spongy sweet spot. “baby, fuck, you’re so tight.”
you moan, clenching him tighter. “just fuck me.”
he grunts at the demand, pulling out and slamming into you roughly, “d’ya forget your manners, sweetheart? my cock has you so stupid you forgot how to say please?” he nearly spits as he begins to set his pace.
you choke on your words, throwing your head on to the pillow and arching your back. “s-sorry.” you mewl out and it seems as if the apology makes his speed pick up. with every passing second, you feel him fuck into you faster and faster. the room quickly fills with your joint moans and the sound of his balls slapping against your sloppy pussy.
he’s quiet for a while, just moaning and grunting, but all of a sudden you hear him growl and feel his thrusts get sharper– deeper. “look at me, baby.” he says breathily.
your eyes crack open and you're met with minghao hovering over you, face close to yours. his breath fans across your face and he stares at you intimately. his gaze is so hard and lust-ridden that you almost feel yourself melt into a puddle under him.
his lips ghost against yours, “think anyone could ever fuck you like this?”
“n-no, god, never,” you whine, feeling your brain empty with the way his hips slam against yours vigorously.
he groans, cock twitching at your response. “that’s right. you know why?”
you probably would know the answer if you didn’t feel like you were ascending into another dimension, so you dumbly ask, “w-why?”
he punctuates his words with hard thrusts, the tip of his cock now fully hitting your spot with rigor and precision. “because you’re mine. all fucking mine.”
you cry, body jolting with every thrust into that spot. “fuck, hao! i’m gonna cum again, please don’t stop.”
he moans out your name, giving you more and more, “yeah? gonna cum for me? am i making you feel good?”
you sob loudly, nodding your head and letting your eyes close, “y-yes! uh-huh, gonna cum just for you– makin’ me feel so good, hao, fuck,”
you can nearly taste your orgasm, feeling your stomach tighten and your pussy clench tightly around your lover's length. it quickly bubbles up in the pit of your tummy and when you hear him breathily demand, “cum for me, pretty baby,” there’s nothing you can do to stop your release.
you cum, coating his cock in honeyed arousal as you shake and tremble under him. the moans that leave your mouth are so pretty and minghao feels himself going crazy. you’re all his. only his. he’s beyond lucky that he’s the only one who gets to see you like this.
it has his cock twitching, and without warning, he’s pressing his cock all the way inside of you, spraying your walls with his warm release. he lets out a soft whimper when you clamp around him even tighter, keeping him trapped between your worn, messy walls.
“hao,” you whine mindlessly, body still twitching under his.
“baby,” he replies back, panting out the pet name.
you swallow a whimper, mumbling out, “thank you… for showing me ‘m all yours.”
his heart squeezes in his chest and he chuckles at your words, “anytime, my love.”
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Kinkuary Day 4
AN: Given how much this man touches people's necks, this was a given. Also, I have been experiencing a bit of Hao brainrot lately so this came up at the perfect time lol.
Synopsis: Xu Minghao is not typically what you envision when you think of the word 'fuckboy.' However, with how often you've found yourself in his bed, the term fits him to a t. Not that you're complaining.
General tags and warnings: Xu Minghao x Fem! Reader, university au, non-idol, (sort of) friend with benefits! Minghao and this is pretty much pwp.
Primary kink: Choking.
Smut tags and warnings: hair pulling (f. receiving), biting (f. receiving), mentions of clawing (both f. and m. receiving), some manhandling, overstimulation (f. receiving), mild dirty talk, choking (f. receiving), dacryphilia if you squint and piv sex with a condom (I know, who am I?).
Word count: 1.8k.
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You really did intend to spend tonight catching up with your friends.
Mingyu and Seokmin have been begging you to catch up with them for ages now and, you always feel like you've kicked two giant puppies when you apologise to them and have to decline every invite to hang out. Between essays and attending lectures all in an attempt to earn your Honours, you've barely had time to be a human being these past few months.
The two of them always understood. Because of course they did. They're probably the two kindest men you've ever met and, it's all just made you feel like even more of an asshole for constantly turning them down.
It doesn't help that you've been more than happy to spend time with their other friend either.
Calling your relationship with Minghao friendship would be generous. Frankly, it's a miracle the two of you can manage to stand each other given his disposition for cynicism and fondness for mocking your taste in music. However, to put it crassly, he's hot. All seemingly never ending dark locks, masterfully applied eyeliner and chipped, black painted fingernails. Considering your past ‘relationships’ with men like Seungcheol, Chan and even Mingyu that one summer, it's safe to say your friends were more than a little surprised when they noticed you and the perpetually stoic man gravitating towards each other.
“Am I boring you?” Minghao's words cut through your momentarily guilt swiftly. Long fingers winding themselves in your hair and tugging hard enough to provide a pleasant sting.
“N–No, I ah–,” your train of thought is interrupted by an especially harsh snap of his hips, his tip brushing against the part of your walls that renders everything but, him white noise. You claw at his sheets while he continues to fuck you into his bed. The obscene sounds of his hips snapping into your ass echoing throughout his bedroom. Luckily, the music blasting outside is more than enough to drown out whatever noises the two of you typically have to muffle.
“Good to know,” he laughs breathlessly into your ear, biting down on the lobe in time with his other hand gripping one of your breasts hard enough for the slight pain of his fingernails to shoot straight to your clit. If he wasn't holding onto you so fiercely, you're sure you would've fallen face first into one of his pillows by now.
You know Minghao fucks around with other people so, you're not going to delude yourself into thinking he's especially ravenous tonight because it's been a couple of weeks since the two of you have fooled around. However, it's hard not to think that way when he sinks his teeth into your shoulder while kneading your breasts in his massive hands. It's especially hard not to think that way when he's thrusting into you so deeply that you're sure you can feel him in your lungs and you're dangerously close to cumming again.
Sometimes, Minghao's phenomenal observation skills are great. Mostly, however, he uses them to drive you closer and closer to insanity.
“Close already?” He snarks against your skin, one of his hands snaking its way down your stomach to lightly brush your swollen clit. You reaction is immediate. A broken moan ripping itself from somewhere deep inside of you while your walls clench around him like a vice. He's barely touching you but, it's still enough for the network of knots in your core to grow tighter and tighter again.
“Hao,” you pant, your eyes squeezing shut when he graces you with more pressure on your clit. The circles he's drawing are lazy and slow but, it's better than nothing. You'll happily take what you can get at this point. “Please, I'm– It's– I'm so close,” you gasp out.
You're already too far gone to really pay attention to what he's saying but, your heart does leap into your throat when you feel the familiar weight of his hand around your neck. That simple gesture alone is enough to violently shove you over the metaphorical edge. Somewhere in the distance you can hear him curse behind you but, your brain is too busy breaking into a million pieces to really pay all that much attention.
It's easy to forget how strong Minghao is sometimes. In these moments, where he keeps you from crumbling into a heap on his bed while your body is hit with wave after wave of release, you're appreciative of that fact.
“–making a mess on my sheets,” are the first words your muddled brain can make out when you start to come back to your body. Everything is still a haze (and the purple lights decorating his room definitely add to that feeling) so you just barely register him manoeuvring you on your back. Still trying to catch your breath, a sweaty, eyeliner smudged Minghao entering your line of sight isn't helping matters.
He kisses you before you can think to do or say anything else. God, you'd almost forgotten how fucking great of a kisser he is. Full, plump lips leaving no room in your mind for anything but, him while his large hands spread your sticky thighs to allow space for him to comfortably position himself between them. He smirks against your mouth when you gasp in shock at the single thrust it takes for him to fully sheath himself inside of you again.
“Always so tight,” he groans, dragging himself out slowly enough for you to feel every vein of his cock before snapping forward. All you can think to do is claw at his muscular back while he fucks you into his bed once more. You're veering dangerously close to overstimulation territory but, you know from experience that that's what Minghao is hoping for. Precise thrusts making sure to hit that spot inside of you that causes your pussy to flutter around him and tears to build in the corners of your glossy eyes.
Minghao watches every twitch in your face like a hawk. Drinking every furrow of your brow and part of your lips in as though he needs them. Typically he's better at holding off his own release but, it's been far too long since he's fucked you and the way you're gripping him like you want to milk him for every last drop shoots sparks to the very tips of his fingers. However, he has to make you cum at least one more time on his cock before he lets himself go.
Everything in you seizes up for a brief moment when Minghao wraps his hand around your neck again. Blinking your eyes open takes a great deal of effort (when did you even shut them?) but, it's worth it to see him like this. Minghao is always hot but, when he's all sweaty and his eyeliner is smudged on his handsome face, he looks out of this world.
The air in your lungs vanishes in an instantly when he tightens his hold on your neck. His fingers burn every bit of skin they touch and the lack of air is making it increasingly difficult to focus on anything that isn't Minghao and his cock.
“–so fucking beautiful,” is all you hear before his mouth crashes into yours and his fingers apply more pressure. Sometimes, you wish he'd push your limits a little more but, between his cock continuing to bully your sensitive walls and the light-headedness you feel, you can't complain too much. God, would it be so terrible to spend the rest of your days with his hand around your neck? You don't think so.
You quickly shove that insane thought aside. His muffled groans and breathy curses add to the growing wetness you can feel leaking out of you onto his sheets with every precise stroke of his cock. However, it's ultimately his thumb pressing against your pulse that makes you fracture around him all over again. Noone has ever made you squirt but, you think this is the first time you've come dangerously close to doing so.
Minghao does not let up this time. Continuing to fuck you through your release, kissing away the stray tears that roll down your face due to the all-encompassing overstimulation. You don't think you can cum again right now but, with the way he continues to choke you through this already intense orgasm, he seems to be putting all of energy into trying to get you to cum again soon.
“Ha-Hao,” you choke out, teary eyes meeting his wild ones while he chases his own release. “I–It's–I'm– To-Too mu–much,” you babble out between broken moans and watery whimpers.
You've always (sort of) joked that Minghao has a very obvious sadistic side. He's never agreed with you but, he's never outright denied it either. Now, when he moans out a string of curses along with your name, you don't think he has much of a leg to stand on. He still has the presence of mind to drop his hand from your neck before nuzzling into your neck. Mouthing at whatever skin he can while his body jerks with every rope of cum he shoots into the condom he hastily put on who knows how long ago.
It's the smart, safe option obviously but, sometimes, when you're by yourself, you wonder what it would be like for him to paint your walls white instead.
The rush of oxygen must be getting to your head.
“Fuck,” is the coherent first word he pants out before pulling out of you and rolling onto his back. The pleasant pain of a thorough, good session already starts to set into the apex of your thighs and, you're honestly tempted to just pull his blanket over your body and crash. However, you two don't do sleepovers. It's become an unspoken part of your arrangement. Plus, you really should actually go spend some time with Seokmin and Mingyu. They're probably worried sick by now.
“Where are you going?” He croaks out, watching you with one eye as you crawl to the edge of his bed. You choose to ignore the way your clit zips back to life at the scratchiness in his voice. You know better than to look back at him right now. You really might just wind up under him again.
“To clean up and get dressed?” You ask back, confusion colouring your voice. You still don't look at him.
“Relax, you don't have to be in such a hurry,” he responds, grabbing your wrist and tugging you back into his bed. Your heart leaps to your throat when he awards you with a throaty chuckle, your hand reflexively coming to rest on his sweaty chest as you slot yourself comfortably into his side.
Well, you're sure Mingyu and Seokmin will understand.
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imagine ur about to peg minghao for the first time but you’re teasing him a lot and then u make him beg for it… i just wanna see him beg he’d be stubborn at first but give in cuz he’d get so desperate
you’re having a stare down with your boyfriend. a naked stare down.
he’s on his back, eyes narrowed as looks into your own.
“i’m not fucking you until you beg for it.”
minghao scoffs and rolls his eyes at you. he’s painfully hard and leaking precum onto his stomach yet still pretending he’s unaffected by your teasing. you know the picture of you towering over him, wearing a strap on, must do something for him… but he’s too stubborn to admit it.
you push your hips forward and press the head of the silicone dildo into him again, watching closely as he bites his lip to suppress the moan that threatens to escape his lips when you do.
“beg for me and i’ll keep it in,” you promise.
“no.”
so you retract your hips, smiling to yourself when you hear him whimper.
he’s starting to lose control, you can tell. you just have to pull at the thread a little harder to make him fray completely.
this time, you reach out and take his cock in your hand, stroking it a couple of times. minghao tenses and holds his breath. his eyelashes flutter as he struggles to keep his eyes open, hips bucking of their own accord.
“p-please,” he whispers.
it’s so quiet you’re almost convinced you’ve started hearing things. almost.
“what did you say?”
“i said please,” he repeats, cheeks burning with embarrassment.
“please, what?”
“please… fuck me.”
it’s a sorry excuse for begging and you both know it, but it’s a big step for minghao so you decide to reward him. you slide your cock into him again, a little deeper this time.
“th-thank you, baby,” he sighs in relief, dick twitching against his stomach
“you have to beg some more if you want me to move, though.”
“wait, what?”
“you heard me. and you have to beg for real this time.”
“but baby—”
“you can pout about it all you want. i’ve got all night.”
#answered#anon#seventeen smut#svt smut#minghao smut#xu minghao smut#myungho smut#the8 smut#the 8 smut
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through the phone
Pairings: afab!reader x minghao
Warnings: smut, masturbation, phone sex
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How could you have expected that you would be having phone sex, just because of a single story your boyfriend, Minghao, posted?
Going back and forth from one app to another while simply scrolling through your phone. After all, it was a dull afternoon.
You almost put your phone down after yawning when you unexpectedly received a notification that Minghao had tagged you in his Instagram story. Even though you were tired, you contemplated checking it when you woke up, but curiosity won out.
what a bad decision…
Tapping the notification, you were baffled with what you just saw. How can your boyfriend just post something like this?
It was you on his lap, inside the dressing room. Pants discarded and you remembered too well what you felt when that picture was taken. His erected bulge against your heat. Of course, it did end up with him fucking you. Before you even know it, you already feel yourself getting tensed and feeling that wet sensation beneath you.
You replied to his story :
baobei???
minghao is typing . . .
do you not like it?
should i delete it?
NO
it’s just
nothing nvm
what’s wrong?
nothingg
say it
baby you know i’m just human ahhaha
brb
whyy i wanna talk to you
:(
can i call?
You knew you were doomed if he rings you up, but you also knew you could never say no to him. How could you? He was missing you, but he was clueless with the effect he has on you. Groaning, how can he call you when you want to touch yourself so fucking bad.
You've made the decision to reply to him, you're completely unaware that it's been five minutes since you last left him on seen.
unless you wanna hear me fuck my fingers, sure
oh
why not ask me to fuck you
i’m impatient and need it now, you’re like 20 minutes away from me
hmm.. okay
go do your thing
you want me to join you? joke lol
sure :)
You told yourself that it was just a joke, but a part of you did wish that he would call. The ringing of your phone hit you back to reality, fuck he’s really calling, huh?
You answered the phone, shuffling around on your bed trying to get comfy.
“Hey.” you said, but more of coming out as a whisper.
“Hi” he replied turning on his camera.
Of course he’s fucking shirtless.
Removing every piece of clothing you had except your underwear, more than ready to fuck your fingers. “Fuck, you’re really testing me.”
His voice was stern, lust visible in his tone. “Turn your cam on, baobei.”
You turned your camera on and placed your phone on the bedside table, your boobs flashed on his screen. He licks his lips, definitely aroused with what he’s seeing and you can hear him whisper “gorgeous” under his breath.
“Go touch yourself, baby.”
“Oh, I fucking will.”
You began to squeeze one of your mounds with one hand while simultaneously reaching down with the other to touch your clothed pussy and sticking one of your fingers inside of yourself.
Minghao groaned with just hearing your light moans which eventually made him start palming himself through his sweatpants. “Move the camera so I can see all of you.”
You fixed the position of your camera, moving it farther so he can see every inch of skin you have, and proceeds with rubbing yourself through the lace.
It was one thing for Minghao not to be there to please you — but him grunting into the microphone made you feel even more helpless.
Your hand traveled all the way to the inner of your laced underwear. Visions of him clouding your mind.
His lips turned up in corners, proud that he can make you this wet with just the thought of him. He hummed and rubbed his shaft, still wanting it to be you giving him this pleasure. “Good… you’re touching yourself so well huh?”
Getting your phone, you wanted to show him your amorous actions. You positioned the camera between your legs, showing all of your cunt to the camera and continued rubbing your folds. “Wonder who could’ve gotten me this wet.”
“I haven’t even done anything, baobei. What more when I ruin you later, hmm?”
Heavy breaths filled your room, thrusting your fingers in and out of your clit. Lewd noises every time your fingers go deep down you. You squeezed your boobs, nibbling with your nipples and trying to picture it was Minghao who is playing with your body.
“Show me how you are right now, Minghao” You plead wanting to see the state of your boyfriend who is in no better condition than you.
He moved the camera upwards, showing all of him. His eyes closed, lips getting bruised from biting, hand rubbing his dick. Oh what a sight for sore eyes.
His grunts made you envious, wishing that it was your hand making him moan out those pretty noises, instead of his.
“Want your lips on my pussy right now, you to eat me out.”
“Do you me to come over after? Fuck you into your mattress while you be the good girl you are?” He managed to laugh out between his whimpers.
You practically begged for him to come over, feeling pitiful of yourself for being so weak for him, for wanting him so bad that you can’t even manage to be a tiny bit patient for him to get to your place. No, you needed him as fast as you can, even if the means would be displaying both of yourselves in the camera.
You hear him moaning your name, fuck him I swear (you wished). “Do you not have any toys?”
You get your phone and hold it above you, flashing your boobs while you squish them making him groan.
“I do, do you wanna see me use them?” You chuckled out, watching him react to the way you’re playing with your breasts.
He smiled. “go on, use your favorite one.”
You placed down your phone back on your nightstand, opening your drawer to reveal your vibrator that you haven’t used in awhile. I mean, you had no purpose for using it, your boyfriend was there to give you more than enough sex (not that you were complaining).
You laid back on your bed and turned on the said toy, “This doesn’t make me feel as good as you though.”
“I know, baobei” he murmured, “Your toy can’t even come close to how good I make you feel.”
You looked at him, still seeing him rubbing himself. “Can you spit on your hand and rub it for me? Only rub your shaft until I tell you that you can touch yourself.”
He did as what you told him to, rubbing it on the tip of his cock and spreading it all over. “Fuck, if only this was your spit.”
This made you grow wetter, moaning to his words.
“You sound so pretty, my baby.”
Hissing at the sudden feeling of your vibrator entering you, you start moving it and told him to start pumping himself.
Minghao followed you, still groaning and moaning your name. “I’m really close what the fuck, you got me so hard.”
“Eye contact when you finish, baby.”
From being the one who was extremely horny and was practically drooling, to him following your orders. How ironic. You increased the speed on your toy, thrusting it in as much as you can while looking at your boyfriend. This made you clench and realized that the knots in your stomach are getting harder to hold in. “Baby, I’m gonna cum soon.”
His breath got heavier as his noise becomes gradually louder, and getting ahold of his phone. He showed you his torso, and the way his cum lands on his abs as he chuckled, “This should’ve been your mouth, baby.”
You whimpered his name as you finished, wetting your sheets and telling him how much you need him.
He hummed as you dropped and attempted to regain your breath, “Let me get my keys and I’ll be on my way to you. See you in a bit, baobei.”
He smiled and cut you off before you could respond, leaving you speechless.
Your body remained stunned.
he’s coming over already?
Before you even got to gather your thoughts, you suddenly heard the doorbell rang.
:P
#minghao smut#the8 smut#seventeen smut#svt smut#minghao x reader#the8 x reader#the 8 smut#xu minghao smut#minghao#the8#svt fanfic#seventeen fanfic#minghao fanfic#the8 fanfic#minghao fic#svt fic#seventeen fic#the8 fic
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Eden's Favorite Minghao Tumblr Fics
updated: 4/13/2023
Main A/N: check out the full svt fic recs masterlist for some of the other members. warning i'm a baby carat so its not super full yet and i currently have only some members posts created currently. will be updating with more fic recs periodically. :)
Temporary A/N: Also, I don't have a lot of fics linked yet. :( Will continue reading and updating periodically.
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avant-garde by @hoyoungy
Pairing: painter!minghao x reader
Genre: fluff, comedy, college au, artist au
Wordcount: 4,102
Summary: you find beauty and meaning to the most boring place on earth when a romantic stranger helps you understand the artist behind one of the paintings on the wall.
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minghao + historical au by @husbandhannie
Pairing: duke! minghao x f! reader
Genre: series, fluff, smut (in some parts), historical au, scene-by-scene (in some parts)
Total Wordcount: 1.1k + 2.5k + 2.3k + 1.9k
Warnings: | bloom : none, really. there’s a kiss. | chérie (M) : oral (f receiving), fingering, virgin!reader | the poet (M) : fingering, virgin!reader, reader gets anxious in the beginning | mon amour (M) : fingering, intercourse, reader’s first time, talks of having children, reader basically passing out (but it’s normal) | a day later (M) : references to sexual acts, but nothing happens. mostly fluff.
#seventeen#seventeen fic rec#seventeen smut#seventeen fluff#seventeen x reader#minghao#minghao fic rec#minghao smut#minghao fluff#minghao x reader#the 8#the 8 fic recs#the 8 smut#the 8 fluff#the 8 x reader
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Bucky pinning you down so you can’t squirm and he’s just sitting inside you while he tortures your clit feeling you clench around him. He makes you cum over and over until he finally cums.
Overstimulation + super soldier stamina = …
- 🍯
Dear God, I know I just don't have it in me to behave during cock-warming. When it comes down to it, I genuinely have no patience at all 😵💫
"You..." Bucky begins, pressing you down onto the bed before gripping your ankles and forcing you to flip over onto your front. "Have a problem with control."
With your face turned away from him, you can't help but smile to yourself. No one has ever said it out loud but you know he's right.
Being in control is where you're most comfortable. No hands are safer than your own. Except maybe his. You know he won't fuck this up.
"And you..." He continues, gathering your wrists behind your back, holding them tightly with one hand. "Need to learn how it feels to have control taken from you. Do you understand?"
As soon as you begin to nod your head, you feel him start to tape around your wrists, holding them together behind your back. Once he's content they're secure, he sits on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror before he pulls you onto his lap.
"Legs spread over the top of mine." He orders and you do as you're told, not because you have to but because you want to.
You notice the way your cunt is already glistening in the mirror and you're almost embarrassed because he hasn't even touched you yet.
"Fuck, you're made for this." He groans, lining his cock up to your slick entrance and you wonder if he's holding his breath too while he slides into you, as deep as your bodies will allow.
You're obsessed with the sight in front of you; your own naked body, with your legs spread so far apart you can see how your cunt is stuffed full of him.
Being shorter though, your feet can't touch the ground like this. There's no way you'll get enough leverage to fuck yourself on him but as soon as you start to tell him that, he silences you with two thick fingers between your lips.
"I'm not letting you fuck me." His free hand roams over your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples and then settling between your spread thighs.
"I'm going to play with you. I'm going to see how much you can take. I'm going to work out exactly how you like your clit stroked and I'm going to do that until your legs are shaking and your body won't let you cum any more. Maybe then I'll fuck you but sweetheart, that will be hours from now." His breath is hot against the side of your face, his fingers slipping from your mouth to your waist while he starts to flick gently against your clit.
"I'm going to start slowly. I'm going to do everything I can to drag this out as long as possible. I can feel every clench and flutter of this pretty little cunt and I'm going to enjoy it until you're dripping over my balls." At this rate, it won't be long until you're dripping onto the carpet, never mind over him. You dreamed he'd want to take control like this but you never imagined the way your body would respond.
"And then, when you've cum more times than you can handle, I'm going to tell you that I love you while I fuck you like I don't."
Update: Part 2
#asks answered <3#becca writes spice#🍯 anon#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes x reader smut#dom!bucky#I think this might be one of my favourites that I've written recently#That last line has been my go - to fantasy this week#it's come into my head every morning when I'm walking to the train#and I planned to write an exploration of it today#but you know#I like it just left there like that for now#I've spent most of my free time trying to book a mid-week city break#but I don't know where to start#I got a new piercing this week and I love it!!#but I was in work on Friday talking about it#and our graphic designer asked how many piercings I had#so I told him I have 8. So 3 in each ear#and the expression on his face was just pure maths#he didn’t question it lmao
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dare to be stupid
summary: a drunken game of truth or dare overtakes your study session
tags: NSFW, tlou au, college!ellie/reader, mentions of drugs, alcohol, drunk sex, oral (r receiving)
a/n: listen idk how this turned into 7.5k. idk what happened. also this is my first time writing smut. idk if the sex is good but it was already so long. if y'all like this one i'll write a sequel or something idk
part 2
“Truth or dare?”
It had become a tradition for the two of you shortly after moving in together. It was common for the air in your tiny apartment to grow heavy, the stress and anxiety tangible in the air - often around midterms or finals, or if your roommate had a particularly infuriating project. During these times when the bags under your eyes grew too heavy to carry or the lines around your roommate's mouth deepened into canyons, one of you would barge into the other's bedroom - frequently in disarray with notes and textbooks strewn across every surface - slam a bottle of vodka down on the desk, and utter those stupid, little three words, and the game would begin.
And so you didn't even jump when you heard your bedroom door slam against the wall, heavy boots against the carpet. You had been bent over your desk for so long that your neck ached, your eyes swimming with letters that didn't quite make sense and didn't fit into any of the medical terms laid out on your flashcards. When Ellie slammed the bottle of vodka on your desk, you blinked your eyes clear and looked up to meet her eyes.
She smirked when she said, “Truth or dare?”
You didn't waste time in clearing off your desk, shoving your books and cards aside into a toppling pile. Ellie, without waiting for permission, set a shot glass down in front of you, kicked off her boots, and plopped back onto your bed.
Scooting your chair closer, you propped your feet up against the mattress, pursed your lips, and said, “Truth.”
Ellie groaned, flopping over onto her side and propping her chin in her hand. She had stripped off her jacket, leaving her in a dark t-shirt that almost made her skin look pale in the low light from your desk lamp. “You're such a fucking pussy.”
You rolled your eyes even as a grin pulled at your lips. “I've known you for too long, Els, and I know that I need a few shots before I'm willing to shove anything anywhere for your amusement. So, respectfully, eat my ass.”
“You'll have to dare me to,” she quipped back immediately. She wrinkled her nose as you choked back a laugh, tapping a finger against her lips. You tried to ignore how endlessly cute it was as she said, “Where's the weirdest place you've pissed?”
Another sound burst from your lips, some mixture of a laugh and a shout. You gaped at her, watching as a laugh crept up, a smile tugging at her lips.
Shaking your head, you said, “Weird, but that's a pretty tame one. Not gonna ask me about my favorite sex position or if I ever snuck drugs into our dorm room last year?”
Ellie only shrugged. “Gotta warm you up a bit first, babe.” You ignored the way your heart jumped at such an innocent word. After a moment's pause, she added, “But have you?”
“You'll just have to ask me. One truth per round, bitch.” You pretended to think about it for a moment, though you already had your answer. “Okay, so you remember when we first signed the lease here and we were a bit short on rent?”
Ellie nodded, her brows furrowed in confusion.
“Like, a week before it was due, some girl on Tinder hit me up. She was passing through town and only staying for the night, and she was bored. So, she paid me.”
Ellie's frown deepened. “To, what, have sex with her?”
Laughter bubbled up your chest as you said, “No, she paid me to piss in her mouth.”
There was silence for several long moments. Ellie’s jaw hung loose, her eyes wide as she simply stared at you. Several emotions flashed across her face like a movie reel - confusion, shock, disbelief - before finally landing on pure, unfiltered amusement. The corners of her lips quirked up, her open mouth turning up at the corners until a loud, sharp laugh burst from her throat. When Ellie laughed - really, truly laughed - she did it with her chest, a sound so fathomless and full it filled up whatever room she was in.
In your small bedroom, her laughter bounced off the walls, echoing in the alley outside of your open window. You couldn’t contain your own giggles, muffling your laughter with a hand over your mouth, snorting as Ellie buried her face in your mattress.
When she finally looked up, her eyes filled with tears, she only said, around her subdued giggles, “How much?”
You grinned. “$200.”
Ellie’s mouth fell open again - you’d have to pick it up from the floor at this rate. “Dude, you’re fucking with me.”
“I swear,” you said, holding up your hand like a scout. “I’ll show you the Venmo if you don’t believe me.”
Ellie fell back against the bed, throwing her head back. “You have to go find this chick on Missed Connections, she can help with the rent.”
You threw one of your pens at her. Catching it in midair, she stuck the end in her mouth to chew on it. You wrinkled your nose at her, but she only grinned, the pen hanging from the corner of her lips.
“You're so gross,” you said, though you were still giggling.
“Bold words from you, Piss Girl. That's, like, the worst superhero name in existence.”
You threw your hands up, trying your hardest to glare at her and failing miserably. “Hey, $200 is $200. I'm not one to kinkshame.” Ellie threw the pen back at you. You grimaced when it hit your arm, leaving a small spot of spit on your sleeve before clattering to the floor. “God, it's your turn. Truth or dare, bitch?”
Propping herself up on her elbows, Ellie said, “Dare.” A grin pulled at her lips, her voice low as she added, “Because I'm not a fucking pussy.” You stuck your tongue out at her, ignoring her when she mockingly said, “Mature.”
Your desk was pressed up next to the only window in the room, cracked open to let the cool autumn air in. Your curtains fluttered in the breeze, the dying sunlight creeping in, casting light like liquid gold over Ellie’s skin. As you thought, scrambling to think of a suitable dare, you could not control how your eyes grazed over her exposed skin, the sunlight dipping in her collarbones like pools of ichor.
Blinking, you met her eyes once more, your throat tight. Your words came out almost choked when you said, “Okay, I dare you to make a spicy two-sentence story about something in this room.”
Ellie scoffed, sitting up and kicking her legs over the side of your bed. “I’m gonna take a wild guess that your drawer of sex toys is off limits?”
You sputtered, stammering over your own tongue as you felt heat rush to your ears. “Yes, that’s off limits. You don’t even know what’s in there!”
Ellie hummed, standing up from the bed and taking a few steps around the room. She didn’t look at you, but you could hear that fucking smirk when she said, “That’s what you think, babe.”
You watched her, tracking her movements as she slowly stepped around your room, scanning for inspiration. Your bedroom was about what you’d expect from a broke, overworked college student - aside from the furniture that came with the place, it was pretty barren. Ellie scanned the little touches you did have - her finger traced over the Funko Pop of Zuko on your bedside table, her eyes lingering on the pile of fantasy books you kept atop your dresser. She smiled at the posters hung crookedly on your walls, depictions of your favorite video games. She hummed again, looking back at you over her shoulder.
“So many options to choose from,” she murmured, running her finger along your jewelry box. She had her face turned away, so you could only see the corner of her smirk as she lifted the lid, pulling one of your necklaces from its home. You watched her warily as she approached you, the chain dangling from her slim fingers. She stepped behind you, out of your line of sight, and slipped the necklace over your head, the cold metal resting against your collarbone.
“She looped the chain around her lover’s neck like a collar,” Ellie said. You felt her cool fingers against the back of your neck, hooking around the chain and pulling it gently against your throat. You coughed against the awkward silence; your roommate had always been a little handsy, but this was something else entirely. What the fuck is she doing? you thought. “She pulled it taut against her throat and leaned in to whisper,” you felt Ellie’s lips against your ear, her rough voice sending a chill up your spine when she murmured, “good girl.”
Reaching back, you shoved Ellie’s head away; her laughter echoed through the room as she rounded in front of you, sitting back against your bed and grinning.
“Oh, you’re so fucking proud of yourself aren’t you?” you teased, trying - and failing - to keep your cheeks from turning red. Your skin felt aflame, a tingle lingering right where Ellie’s lips had pressed to your ear. You rubbed at the spot under the pretense of scratching your head, willing the feeling to go away.
Your heart was pounding so hard you could hardly hear her when she said, “Hell yeah, I am. I should’ve been an English major. I could write a whole fucking slutty novel and get famous. I'm an expert - I've done enough research.”
You rolled your eyes at her cocky smile, but Ellie only winked at you.
This is how your truth or dare games went - with Ellie being far too cocky, prancing around doing whatever dares you could think of and asking any outrageous questions that popped into her pretty little head; and you, simply trying your damnedest to keep up with her. You flailed, flustered, when she asked you about your toy collection, and begrudgingly relented when she dared you to bring out your favorite. Ellie took a shot before you had even finished daring her to text her last hookup (“I’m not reopening that bag of crazy,” she said, scrunching her nose at the taste.) You took a shot when she dared you to go mix all of the liquids in the fridge (which included pickle juice, old broths, and orange juice) into one amalgamation and chug it (“I’d rather chug the rest of the vodka, Els.”)
“Truth,” you said before Ellie could even ask the question. You were three shots in and could feel that lightness pressing against your temples, just at the threshold of tipsy. You had moved to join Ellie on your bed, where you sat with your back against the headboard and Ellie’s head on your thigh. The vodka bottle was balanced precariously between you.
Ellie rolled her eyes, but looked up at you and asked, “Out of our friend group, who have you fantasized about the most?”
She had not even finished her sentence before you served yourself a shot, a few drops splattering on your shirt. Wincing at the taste, you looked back down at Ellie; her eyes were lit up like a Christmas tree, her jaw slack.
“Don’t-”
“You have to,” she interrupted you, pinching your thigh and grinning when you squirmed away. “You have to tell me. You can’t leave me hanging here - you didn’t even let me finish the question!”
“Why did you even assume I’ve fantasized about any of our friends-”
“Because I know you.” She was scrambling up now, unsteady in her movements as she came to her knees in front of you, leaning back against her heels. She planted a firm hand on your thigh - your skin was still warm where her head had been - leaning into it, her eyes drawing so close you could almost see every speck within the hazel. “And I know that bitches like us always have somebody in the group they fantasize about. So, who is it?”
“Bitches like us?” you repeated, raising your brow. You were sure each line of her palm was going to be branded into your thigh. “So, there’s somebody you think about too?”
Ellie’s smile was on the very edge of teasing, a small quirk at the corner of her lips that screamed at you just how wrapped around her finger you were - and, somehow, she didn’t even know it. Her voice was low, nothing more than a murmur that you could practically feel in your own chest when she said, “You really wanna know?” You didn’t answer - couldn’t, really, not when her fingers dug into your thigh and you could count each freckle across her nose. You couldn’t answer when she leaned in closer, her warm breath brushing against your cheeks, smelling of the weed you knew she had smoked that afternoon. You could hardly hear her over the rush of your own heart when she whispered, “You’ll just have to ask me.”
Maybe it was the vodka warming your chest, tingling in your fingers - or maybe it was the way the light from your lamp cast sharp shadows across Ellie’s face, turning her skin into liquid gold - but you did not push her away. Your grip tightened around the neck of the bottle, but you held her gaze when you said, “Truth or dare, Els?”
Her voice was soft, her half-lidded eyes holding yours as she said, “Truth.”
“Who have you fantasized about?” The words rushed out of you before you could hesitate.
And for a moment, you believed she would answer. You let yourself believe that she would give you the answer you craved. It prickled at your skin, raising goosebumps along your arm, spreading warmth through your stomach. But your roommate had never been so straight-foward - had never given you an easy answer. She wet her lips, drawing your eyes to her mouth involuntarily, but she only pried the vodka bottle from your fingers. She held your gaze as she raised it to her lips, drinking straight from the bottle without even wincing.
“I can play that game too, baby.” She backed away, finally giving you a moment to breathe. She settled back against the wall, laying her arms over her knees, the bottle dangling from her fingers. The skin of your thigh still burned, branded with her fingerprints.
You looked away, huffing out a laugh that you prayed sounded sincere. You could feel her eyes on you when you leaned your head back against the wall, counting the cracks in your ceiling like they were the most interesting thing in the whole world. “It’s getting late, Els,” you said, even as your phone flashed that it wasn’t even nine yet and here you were, too many shots in, your roommate’s presence like a fire blazing in your room. “I should get back to studying.”
“Do you want to, though?” There was an edge to Ellie’s voice, as though that question was a dare itself. You lifted your head to look at her and found that she was already watching you, her eyes soft in the dim light.
You took a deep breath - and the vodka must have reached your brain, because before she could ask, you said, “Dare.”
You could see the vodka in the lazy tilt of her smile, in the way her head lolled against the wall. Her eyes were half-lidded, and yet there was something hidden behind her slow, sleepy gaze, something you were too afraid to name - something you were sure was only the imagination of your tipsy fantasies.
“Close your eyes,” Ellie said, words lazily falling from her lips, as deep and rich as the strings of a guitar.
It took you several moments longer than usual to process what she had said. Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion, as if the two of you were underwater. You shouldn't have felt like this after a few shots - you'd usually only be tipsy at this point. But something about the way the shadows dipped into Ellie's collarbones and the way her shirt rode up, exposing her boxers and the sharp cut of her hips, was intoxicating on its own.
So it took you several long, heavy moments to say, “What?”
She chuckled, but there was no malice behind it. There was something soft in the tilt of her head, the way she tilted her chin down to look at you through her lashes. Her hair fell in her face, brushing against her nose; you fought the urge to brush it away, knowing that if you did you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from running your fingers through her hair. You wouldn't be able to stop yourself from grabbing a fistful of the auburn strands-
“Close your eyes,” she repeated in that same honey-thick voice, breaking you from your thoughts. “For thirty seconds. And don't open them no matter what.” When you only stared at her for several silent moments, she added, “How long have we been friends? Don't you trust me?”
And the thing was, you did. You trusted her with your entire heart, and so you closed your eyes, and you waited.
You felt the bed shift next to you but you did not open your eyes. You did not open them when you felt her long fingers grip your shoulder as she struggled to steady herself. You felt her hair first, fine strands brushing against your cheek, smelling of sweat and her shampoo. You did not open your eyes, even when you felt the gentle press of a warm mouth against the side of your neck. You hardly dared to even breathe, your hands tangling in your sheets, afraid that you would not be able to control yourself otherwise. You counted the long, torturous seconds, biting down on your lip when you felt Ellie’s mouth part, the warmth of her tongue pressing against your pulse.
You had counted to twenty-six when she pulled away, a chill settling over your skin where that warmth had been only seconds ago. When you got to thirty, you opened your eyes to find that Ellie had settled back into her spot, leaning back against the wall. The only sign that she had even moved was the thin sheen over her lips, wet with her own saliva, and a small, pleased smirk.
You did not allow yourself to think about it, ignoring the way your skin burned where she had touched you as though she were a wildfire. You sounded breathless even to your own ears when you said, in barely more than a whisper, “Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“What are we doing here, Ellie?” The words were out before you could stop them, slipping from between your teeth and hanging in the air like helium. The words felt almost tangible, and yet you couldn't grasp them, couldn't draw them back into your throat.
For a moment, you thought Ellie would grace you with an answer. She opened her mouth, and you thought maybe she would finally stop playing this game and let you breathe. Instead, just like before, she brought the bottle to her lips and held your gaze. You tried not to watch the way her throat moved as she swallowed.
She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and recapped the bottle, settling it between you. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth.” You felt you could no longer trust yourself with any dare she gave you. Your hands were already shaking from clenching the sheets.
“How would you rate your last kiss?”
You squinted at her, confused by the innocence of the question after everything that had happened in the past hour (had it only been an hour?). “My last kiss was with that one girl I met at the bar a few weeks ago. She was drunk and way too sloppy, but she was hot. I guess I'd give it,” you paused, trying to remember the moment past the haze; you couldn't even remember the girl's name, “a six.”
Ellie raised her eyebrows, her eyes widening. “A six?” She shook her head, clicking her tongue in disapproval. “You’ve got to be fucking with me. A girl like you deserves more than a six.”
“A girl like me?” Your voice sounded deafening in the quiet. You thought it had started to rain; you could hear the pitter patter on your window, could see the way it broke up the streetlamps outside like a mosaic.
Ellie was nodding almost absently, watching the rain. Her lips parted, and you didn’t expect her to hesitate before she said, “Yeah. A girl like you… deserves to be kissed like it’s the last gasp of air to someone drowning.” You watched her mouth as she spoke, even as your mind screamed at you to look away. You scolded yourself, screaming to end this now, but your body refused; it ached to draw her near, a tangible pain in your chest. “A girl like you should get one of those movie kisses - you know, like when the hero saves the day and shit and he kisses his girl and it’s like the world didn’t matter as long as he saved her. The kind that has the whole fucking theater holding their breath. A girl like you…. Fuck….” She trailed off her rambling. Ellie ran a rough hand through her hair, making the strands stick up at odd angles, and finally looked at you. There was a fire in her eyes, blazing in the dim light. “You deserve to be kissed like they’ll die if they can’t have you.”
Something had stopped in your chest - maybe it was your breath, maybe it was your heart. Your blood rushed in your ears, and you feared the thrum of your heartbeat was so loud it filled your entire bedroom. Your traitorous heart pressed at your bedroom walls, filling up the space and leaving room for little else.
Your voice was only a whisper, and you wanted to kick yourself when you said, “We should really go to bed. I have an exam tomorrow.”
Your roommate pressed her lips together, and she did not break eye contact as she said, “Dare.”
You shook your head, looking away from her to try, desperately, to break whatever spell had taken hold of you; but your eyes were drawn back to her as if she were the only fucking light in the dark. You had to get a hold of yourself before you did something you’d regret, but you felt intoxicated with something far stronger than the cheap vodka you had bought from Walmart.
“You’re drunk, Els,” you said, and you sounded so breathless you may as well have given up then and there.
Ellie leaned closer, holding your gaze, and you could see the exact shade of desire in her eyes. She was so fucking warm - your head spun from it, heat radiating from her skin when she planted a hand on the bed right next to your hip. Her wrist brushed against the bare skin under your shorts, and you felt her voice vibrating in your chest when she said, “Dare.”
And it was like she had finally pulled the last fucking thread that made you unravel, because you couldn’t stop yourself - didn’t even think to - before you said, “Kiss me.”
You only had a second to register the smile pulling at the edges of Ellie’s lips before she grabbed your face and pulled you in to smother it. You had never imagined what kissing Ellie would be like - had never allowed your imagination to wander so far over the edge - but she did not kiss like she was drowning. She kissed with the same slow gentleness as when she played the guitar, her long fingers plucking at the strings with the careful deliberation of a lover.
And she felt so fucking warm. You were high with it; high with the heat radiating from her fingers pressed to your cheeks; high from the way her breath snaked past your parted lips, gentle huffs of warmth against your skin. Your head swam as you pressed into her, your hands tangling into the fabric of her shirt, fingers unsure even as you ached to pull her closer.
Ellie pulled back for a moment - for only a moment, but each second her lips weren't on yours caused an ache in your chest. Her eyes hovered inches from yours, so fucking green it was dizzying - though you couldn't see much of the color passed the eclipse of her pupils. Her cheeks were flushed - from the vodka, from something else entirely - her freckles popping against the color. You could only imagine how you looked, could feel the desire written across every inch of your face.
Your fists tightened in her shirt, and you used the leverage to pull her back into you; and suddenly, it felt like you were the one drowning. You couldn’t breathe as Ellie devoured you, the gentleness replaced with a hunger you hadn’t known lived inside her. She pressed her tongue against the seam of your mouth until you relented, opening up to her, a soft sound escaping your throat when her tongue ran along the roof of your mouth.
That sound - nothing more than a breathy sigh - ignited something in Ellie. Suddenly, she was all teeth and tongue and hot, hot breath in your mouth, sucking your bottom lip between her teeth. She bit down when a shaky sigh forced its way from your throat, soothing it with her tongue and swallowing the moan it elicited. Her hands were in your hair, the strands twisted between her fingers, and when you bit down on her lip, she pulled - you gasped at the sharp pain on your scalp.
“Fuck,” she cursed against your lips, and you could feel that single syllable, hot breath in your mouth that you wanted to swallow. She didn’t continue for a long time, couldn’t form any other words past the way her lips made you unravel. Her hands trailed down your shoulders, fingers grazing lightly over the bare skin of your arms, before finding your hips, gripping them in a vice and tugging you closer. “Fuck, come here,” she said, her voice nothing more than a low growl that you felt in your chest.
And you were drunk - from the cheap vodka and sleep deprivation and Ellie. You were drunk on the way her eyes were eclipsed, her lips red and bitten and swollen, parted so you could feel each exhale against your cheeks. Her eyes were dark, hooded. Her fingers dug into your hips, and you were drunk, but shit, how the hell could you say no to her? How could you possibly say no when she was looking at you like she was starving?
Her hands guided you closer so you swung a leg over her hips and settled in her lap, your hands braced on her shoulders. She leaned her head back against the wall and just looked at you for several long moments, biting down on her lip. You couldn’t stop watching her mouth, mesmerized as she said, “Fuck, look at you.”
And then she was kissing you again, her hands gripping your hips like it was a lifeline. Your hands found their way to her hair, curling your fingers in the short locks, using it as leverage to pull her closer. You could feel how each point of your body fit into hers; your thighs against her legs, her hands curling perfectly over the swell of your hips. You could feel the swell of her breasts against your chest, and you so badly wanted to feel her skin against yours. You felt like you’d go crazy from the raw want radiating from your body.
Ellie’s lips traced a map across your cheek, down your jawline. You tilted your head so she could kiss the hinge of your jaw, the spot right below your ear. She paused there, planting hot, open-mouth kisses across your neck, before her teeth bit down on that sensitive spot, pulling the skin into her mouth, and you practically melted into her. You couldn’t control the sounds falling from your lips like honey, gripping at her hair as she soothed the bruise with her tongue.
“Ellie….” Your voice was nothing more than a whimper; you swallowed hard and tried again, pressing a hand firmly at her shoulder. “Ellie.”
She only hummed against your skin, and you could feel the vibration against your pulse. The sound went straight to your stomach and dipped even lower when she bit at your collarbone.
The next time you said her name, it came out as a moan; you cleared your throat. “We can’t do this - you’re drunk, Els.”
Your roommate hummed again, but she relented, leaning her head back against the wall to look up at you. And - fuck. Her lips were red and swollen, still wet from the kiss. Her cheeks were flushed, and - God, her eyes. You had never understood the term bedroom eyes, but Ellie looked at you as though she wanted to devour you. Like any second her hands weren’t on you was torture. Like she wanted to bite and kiss and taste every inch of your skin.
“Truth or dare,” she said, her voice so hoarse you had to clench your thighs around her hips.
“What?”
“Truth or dare,” she repeated, her eyes never leaving yours. And this wasn’t part of the game, but you played along anyway, unable and unwilling to tell her no.
“Truth,” you sighed.
One of Ellie’s hands traced up your side. She ran her fingers across your collarbone, up your throat, before stopping to cup your jaw, her skin rough against yours. “Do you want this?”
You nodded, the vodka making it impossible to feel shy.
“How long have you wanted this?” Ellie’s thumb pressed at the seam of your lips, and you let your mouth fall open. She watched, hypnotized, dipping just the tip of her thumb between your lips before withdrawing.
It was against the rules - two questions for one truth - but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. “A long fucking time.” Your voice was weak and breathy, and you couldn’t bother to be embarrassed about that either. Your attention had narrowed in on Ellie, and the way her fingers skirted across your chest, the way her other hand gripped your hip - how you could feel the warmth of her thighs between your legs.
Taking your chin in her hand, she drew you closer, and you could feel her lips moving against yours: “So what the hell is stopping us?”
This time, when she kissed you, you did melt into her. You gripped her hair in your fists and swallowed the moan it drew from her, shivering when her teeth caught on your lip. She had both hands on your hips again, and she gripped them so hard you were sure you’d find bruises there in the morning in the shape of her fingers. She pulled you closer, pulling your hips down into her; the friction through your pajama shorts made you moan against her lips.
And you decided to play her game.
“Truth or dare?” you said, drawing away just enough to see the eclipse of her eyes.
Ellie, always stubborn, murmured, “Dare.”
You tugged at the hem of her shirt, your fingers brushing the warm skin beneath; you marveled at the shiver that ran through her body. You ducked your head to kiss along her jaw, pressing the words into her skin. “Take this off.”
She didn’t waste any time tugging the shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor before skidding her fingers over the bare skin above your shorts. You lifted your arms and let her pull your shirt over your head before realizing you weren’t wearing anything beneath. Who wears a bra to study in their own apartment?
But you didn’t have a moment to cover your body in embarrassment before Ellie’s lips were on you again, as if it pained her to not taste you for even a moment. Her hands spread across your back, pulling you into her as she peppered hot, open-mouthed kisses across your collar; you hissed when her teeth bit down over your collarbone, soothing the pain with her tongue.
“Tell me to stop and I'll stop,” Ellie said, her voice muffled as she kissed down over your chest; you shivered when her teeth sank into the skin of your boob, sucking another bruise there. She certainly loved leaving her signature on any inch of your skin that her mouth could reach.
You groaned low in your chest, your fingers tugging at her hair, pulling a gasp from her lips. You almost didn’t recognize your own voice - breathy and thick with desire - when you said, “Please don’t stop.”
The next thing you knew, Ellie was shoving you off of her lap; your back hit the mattress, your head just barely missing the headboard, but you couldn’t even think about that. Your roommate was crawling over you, and you were hypnotized by the way her muscles tensed, her arms caging you against the bed. Her skin was fucking obscene, smooth plains stretching for miles, cast in liquid gold in the lamplight.
“God, look at you,” she said again, pressing a kiss to your clavicle. Her hand was like worn clay when it traced a teasing line over your hip. Her voice was muffled against your skin, but you caught the end of her sentence: “- so fucking pretty.”
Your only response was a choked gasp when Ellie pressed the flat of her tongue to your nipple. You gripped her shoulder, feeling her lips close around you as she sucked your skin into her mouth; you winced when she released it, feeling her teeth graze maddeningly over your nipple.
“Truth or dare?” she said into your skin, her voice vibrating in your bones.
You groaned, gripping her shoulder when she licked a line over your other nipple. If you had thought about this (which, if anybody asked, you didn’t), you never would have imagined your roommate being such a fucking tease.
She hummed, and you could feel the vibration in every nerve. For a moment, you couldn’t find your tongue, your voice caught in your chest until she released your skin with a pop of her lips. She looked up at you, batting her eyes, and dammit if your body didn’t arch, searching for her mouth again.
Propping herself up on her elbows, she watched you through her lashes, an intoxicating smirk across her lips; they were still shining wetly. She broke you from your thoughts when she murmured, “Use your words, angel.”
Your thighs clenched around her words, automatically and unconsciously. You were sure you could get drunk on the way her voice filled the room, rough and rich as the chords she played. It was through clenched teeth that you said, setting your pride aside, “Dare.” Your cheeks burned when it came out as a moan.
You could feel her smile against your skin as she kissed down your stomach, silent for several long, torturous moments. You felt her teeth sink into your hip bone briefly, your hips jerking at the sensation. It earned you a chuckle before you felt Ellie’s hands pressing your hips into the mattress, holding you still. You groaned low in your throat when you felt her tongue against the skin over the band of your shorts, licking a stripe right above the fabric before taking the elastic between her teeth and tugging. You jumped when she released it, the band snapping back against your skin. You didn’t have to look at her to see the sparkle in her eye.
You swore your heart stopped completely when she murmured, “I wanna go down on you.”
Despite this game she was insistent on playing, it wasn’t said like a dare; it was said like a question, or a request. There was no expectation behind it. Ellie was asking, you realized with dizzying satisfation, for permission.
“Fuck.” It came out as only a breath, a whisper against your tongue. Your fingers ached from gripping the sheets and she hadn’t even touched you yet. “Fuck,” you tried again, and it was a groan this time but at least it was louder. “Yeah. Yeah, please, fuck.” Words were just falling from your lips because when you looked down, Ellie - your roommate, your friend - was watching you, propped between your legs with that fucking smirk, and how could you possibly string together a complete sentence?
And Ellie… didn’t. She didn’t follow up on her dare. Not immediately, at least. No, she took her sweet fucking time - always so damn precise, taking her time in hooking her fingers over the band of your shorts. She pulled them down so slowly you could feel every inch down your legs. And then you were lying beneath your roommate in nothing but your underwear - and dammit, if you had known this would be happening, you would have opted for something a little sexier than a cotton pair with constellations on them.
Ellie smiled. “Cute,” she said, before sinking her teeth into the flesh of your thigh. You were thankful it was cold out - you’d have to wear layers to hide all the places her mouth had been.
Your roommate ducked her head, and you gasped when you felt her press a featherlight kiss against the fabric of your underwear, right where warmth pooled between your legs.
You huffed, twisting the sheets between your fingers. “God, you’re such an asshole - fuck-” You were cut off when Ellie licked a stripe up your panties, warm tongue pressing against your throbbing clit. You moaned at the relief, feeling the wetness of her mouth through the fabric. It wasn’t enough - you needed to feel her against you, needed her tongue to unravel you piece by piece. You pressed your hips down against her lips but her hands held you in place.
You huffed out a breath, her name slipping from your lips when you moaned. “Ellie….”
And then she was yanking your underwear down your hips; you gasped, lifting your ass to help her shove them down. She had only gotten them just below your knees before she was pressing back in, too impatient to finish the job.
And - fuck, her mouth. Ellie’s mouth was fucking magic. You moaned into the quiet room when she pressed the flat of her tongue against your pussy, licking a stripe between your lips. You couldn’t control the curses slipping between your teeth when her tongue made teasing circles around your clit until you were whimpering, aching for her. She had released your hips to dig her fingers into your thighs, nails digging in, and you’d surely have crescent-shaped bruises there tomorrow - even more to cover up. You pressed your hips down against her, groaning, her name only a whisper: “Fuck, Els-”
And then she finally, finally, gave you what you wanted.
Ellie ate pussy like it was her fucking job, like she was clocking into a shift and working her ass off for those tips. She lapped at your clit like she was starving, pressing her lips against you until you were dizzy, your entire body tuned in to the warmth of her tongue and the gentle graze of her teeth. You shuddered when you felt that tongue press into your core, a brief pressure that pulled curses from your lips, words tripping over each other: “Ah - fuck - fuck, Ellie - oh my God, fuck-”
It didn’t take long for tension to build in your stomach. You were intoxicated; you were tipsy, yes, but something about the way Ellie moved her tongue - long, slow circles around your clit, using the flat of her tongue to draw you closer to the edge - was like a damn drug. You got what you wanted: She unraveled you with her tongue, tugging curses from your lips. You could hear your own moans echoing against your quiet bedroom and you couldn’t even feel embarrassed about it.
Ellie took your clit between her lips and sucked, pulling you into her mouth and-
A long, low moan pulled at your throat when you came. Your hand came up to grip at her hair, fingers twisting in the soft strands. She moaned when you pulled, and the vibration against every nerve pushed you further; you could feel your orgasm in your chest, could feel it trembling in your thighs.
Ellie worked you through it, her tongue dancing against you as you rode out your high. She didn’t stop, pressing her lips against you, dipping her tongue into your core again, until you were shoving against her head, your hips bucking at the sensitivity.
When she raised her head, she was grinning, that wicked, infuriating grin she always had when she was pleased with herself. She rested her head against your thigh for a moment, watching you as you blinked the stars from your eyes. You relaxed your fingers in her hair, smoothing your thumb across her temple.
The only thing you could say, breathless and dizzy, was, “Fuck, Els. What the fuck?”
Ellie laughed, the sound unarming the silence around you, the anxiety of what this meant. She pressed a kiss to your thigh, right over the little indentations where her nails had dug into the flesh, and just said, “Yeah?”
You giggled, tugging at her hair gently. You looked down at your roommate - and you didn’t know what this meant for the two of you, but that could be a problem for tomorrow, when you weren’t drunk and sleep-deprived and naked beneath your friend. For now, you only said, “Truth or dare?”
Ellie blinked, raising an eyebrow, and said, “Truth.”
You considered not asking for a moment, unsure if you wanted to know, but curiosity pressed at you until you asked, “What do I taste like?”
The grin spread wider, Ellie’s eyes sparkling as she pushed herself up. She crawled up your body, taking a moment to press a kiss to your stomach, to the bruises she had left littered across your chest - you moaned when she took a nipple briefly into her mouth. She kissed her way up your neck, across your jaw, sucking at the skin beneath your ear - another fucking bruise to worry about. God, it was like she wanted her signature on you, branded in every inch of your skin.
Her face hovered an inch above yours, propping herself up on her elbows, smirking. She leaned in close, leaving room for you to turn away if you wanted. Instead, you tilted your chin up and kissed her again.
You wrinkled your nose at the metallic taste of yourself against her lips. You didn’t like it, the way your own scent wafted over you. But fuck if you didn’t open your mouth when you felt Ellie’s tongue pressing at the seam of your lips. She moaned when your tongue ran along the roof of her mouth, pressing into the taste of you.
When she pulled back, her eyes were soft, her cheeks flushed. “Like that.”
You rolled your eyes, turning your face away; you had to admit, even if you hated how you tasted - tasting yourself against her tongue sent a wave of heat between your legs all over again. You only said, “Gross.”
Ellie leaned in again, and you felt her lips ghosting against your jaw. You felt her breath against your skin when she whispered, “Truth or dare?”
You lifted your chin to give her access to your neck, sighing when she pressed a kiss against your pulse. “Truth.”
Her breath huffed against you when she chuckled before raising her head to meet your eyes again, that same cocky smile spread across her lips. “Was that better than a six?”
“Oh, fuck off.” You shoved against her until she rolled off of you.
She flopped back against the mattress, still laughing, but she was holding her arm out for you. You only hesitated for a moment - but even if she was your roommate, she just made you see stars, so it’s not like cuddling would push against the boundary you had already broken. You curled into her, laying your head on her chest, the sports bra she was still wearing soft against your cheek.
You sighed, skimming your fingertips against the warm skin of her stomach. “Yeah,” you whispered before you could stop yourself. “Definitely better than a six.”
You were starting to fall asleep, your eyes growing heavy, your study notes effectively forgotten. You burrowed into her further, wrapping your arm around her and pressing your fingers against her hip. You briefly wondered where the vodka bottle had ended up in the mess, but Ellie didn’t seem in any particular hurry to untangle herself from you, so you figured it could wait - surely it would be okay if she slept in your room for one night.
Just before you dozed off, you heard Ellie murmur, “You left the window open.”
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stiles deserves road head fs
reader has hair long enough to tie back; MDNI 18+
there were times when you absolutely hated stiles' jeep.
it wasn't particularly fit for road trips, even without considering the unreliability of the engine and stiles' handiwork of duck tape temporarily keeping things together. compared to lydia's car for example, the seats were stiff and barely allowed for any sleeping room. leaving you sitting upright with your head resting against the window and knocking into the metal of the interior any time stiles' ran through a pothole.
but there were times when the truck had redeemable qualities, namely the lack of a center console.
sure, it would've been nice to have something to rest your hand on as you wrapped your mouth around stiles' cock. but really, beggars couldn't be choosers and in this scenario both you and stiles were beggars.
so stiles drives a little smoother, settling on the outside lane to leisurely cruise instead of being pressured by trucks bigger than his in the inside lane. and this way, he gets to enjoy your lips sliding up and down his cock, and you aren't facing the plausible threat of losing your grip on the seat next to stiles' thigh and hitting the floor.
it's as comfortable as you can get. one hand pressed into cracking leather with the other resting on stiles' thigh. your seatbelt more of a decoration than anything as it loops around your body in a way that allows you to kneel on the seat, your ass turned towards the window. stiles' has one hand resting on your back between the end of your sweatshirt and the beginning of your leggings. the other rests on the steering wheel, effectively opening his body up to your work.
the tape in the radio has long ended, leaving space for the music from stiles' lips to fill the area. the sound of his breathing, deep sighs nearly each time you went down. the sound of his grunts each time you came up and swirled your tongue around him.
he tries to praise you every so often, but stiles' brain can only handle so much stimulation. and focusing on the road while also focusing on you is all he can take, leaving him to utter unfinished sentences.
"doing so ..."
"jesus, you're so ..."
"mhm, right ... right t–"
your hair has been tied back since the first half hour of the trip, but between your intense sing-alongs and your less intense naps, only half of your hair remains in the tie, leaving stiles to push your hair back, holding it off of your face.
in an attempt to thank him without sacrificing his pleasure, you look up at him and smile as best as you can. but since your mouth is occupied, the look transfers mostly to your eyes.
you don't know what does it, but stiles glances down at you, stares into your eyes for less than a minute, and then grips your hair as his hips jerk up into your mouth, his foot slams down onto the gas pedal, and he cums right down your throat.
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Hi! Since you said that Alastor is an aftercare god in your headcanons, could you please make headcanons about his aftercare?
ALASTOR'S AFTERCARE -☆
TYPE - Alastor x Reader
WARNINGS - Sexual themes, mentions of marking.
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authors note - heyy, thanku sm for requesting!! I hope I've met your needs with these headcanons n stuff hehe 🫶🏻 happy reading!
- After the act, he's gonna treat you like the most delicate little porcelain doll ever. Always asking you about what you want and having it ready in an instant.
- He has his shadows to prepare everything so he can stay with you through all of it. As they're prepping everything, he's holding you close and gentle, lightly stroking your face with his thumb, telling you how beautiful you are.
- The bath is full and sprinkled with rose petals, Alastor carries you into the bathroom, and gets in first so you can lay on him.
- His shadows take care of changing the bed sheets, putting out clean sleep wear, and making some food.
- Lots of kisses and cuddles in the water, he likes peppering behind your ears and your neck the most. He also apologises for all the marks he caused, but secretly wishes there were more.
- Rubs your back and thighs in the bath, helping your muscles properly relax as he whispers to you how good you were in bed. His sweet talking would've probably gotten you in the mood again if you weren't so tired already.
- When you're done, he'll carry you out, help you dry off, and dress you in your sleepwear. He'll ask you if you'd like anything else multiple times to make sure all your needs are met, and when you've said no for the 6th time, he'll eventually climb into bed with you.
- "Sleep well, Ma Chérie"
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RAHHH I hope u like ittt 🫶🏻
again, tysm for requesting xx
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Hi! I love your Bully!Tsukishima posts <3 I was wondering what would happen if his princess arrived to class with a bruise that he didn’t make? She’d deny everything at first, using an excuse style “I tripped” “fell on the shower”…but he wouldn’t believe that crap, not one bit!
I kinda want to see more of protective Tsukishima >_<
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i'm glad you like my bully!tsukki posts!! this idea took awhile to flesh out and hopefully you like the way this turned out. this is slightly different from the regular protective tsukishima as this bruise was accidental <33
tsukishima remembers every little thing about you, remembers every fact, every mannerism, every freckle, scar and curve of your body so of course he clocked immediately when you walked into class with a bruise just peaking out of the top of your blouse. it's barely visible as the blouse covers most of it and he thinks you may have tried to cover some of it with make up but with it right above your cleavage it's obvious to him.
the entire time all he can think about is you, which isn't uncommon in the slightest, but this time it's all focused on the bruise and how you got it.
he knows for a fact it isn't one of his, plus if for some reason he had forgotten about it you would remember and know better than to ever try and cover it up.
after class you leave quickly, purposefully avoiding making eye contact with tsukishima. you have a feeling he's spotted the bruise that has started forming on your soft skin, as you walked in you spotted him and saw his eyes harden as his eyes looked to where your bruise is. it was just a coincidence you looked over towards him though... it's not like whenever you turn up late and he's there before you you look to see if he's in his regular seat... it's not like you were checking to see if he's here yet or anything...
you turned up late today because you were trying to find clothes that would cover the bruise, all the clothes that would cover it are clothes you're currently washing or are dirty and need to be washed. because of that you spent longer than you wanted to finding something that you felt comfortable wearing and covered as much as possible but you had a feeling after you left your dorm that maybe you should of spent longer finding something because tsukishima might notice, even if it was only a sliver of it visible, and you were right. he did notice.
you were a little too slow leaving the class though because tsukki was able to catch up to you. he looks at your bruise and his eyebrows furrow, loosely clasping onto your wrist and taking you somewhere quiet, neither of you speak yet. you're getting use to this routine of him stealing you away.
he turns to you and crosses his own arms, "talk." you nibble your lip and try to shift your eyes away from him, looking down.
"i... uh... tripped," you say nervously.
"liar."
you pause for a second running through excuses in your head but the whole time tsukishima's waiting patiently, ready to hear if you're going to lie again.
you take a deep breath and look up at him. you can tell him. he won't believe any of your excuses anyway.
"um.. someone accidentally flicked me with a ruler and well..."
there's a pause and you continue looking up at him. "no."
"what... what do you mean no?" you say baffled, you're honestly being truthful right now.
"i promise that's what happened. a friend of a friend was messing and joking around. he had this stupid ruler in his hand and was waving it about and then he playfully flicked me with it. he didn't think it would bruise or even hurt and it didn't hurt! ... that much. it was stupid and an accident." you explain further, wanting him to believe you.
"who was it?" he straightens his back and asks without displaying any emotion in his face or tone.
"we're not doing this again tsukki. it was an accident, just an accident. i'm not giving you any name." you think back to the bully incident.
tsukishima's lip twitches in annoyance. "tell me." you say no again. "i'm sure one of your friends will tell me."
your eyes go wide at the subtle threat, you have a gut feeling that he would be able to get one of your friends to tell him who it was. it really was an accident though.
"one last chance princess."
you hold onto his arm, almost startling him at the sudden contact. "please kei, don't. i promise it was an accident. they were really sorry afterwards and felt really bad about it. they even offered to pay for the drink i had to say sorry."
tsukishima's expression softened momentarily at the use of his given name before going back to normal. maybe he could leave it alone and not do anything about it but you said it hurt, even if it was only a bit. "you told me he hurt you," he starts to pull away from you to leave but you don't let him and hold onto him tighter.
"please kei. it was a mistake. it will fade in a couple days anyway, it's only a light mark. come on, tsukishima." you plead, still holding yourself against his arm to keep him from leaving.
his resolve weakens the more he feels your soft warm body press against him and the idea that the bruise is only light is making him think about how he can cover it with his own bruise, giving you a huge hickey so for now he relents, something he never thought he'd do. the only reason he isn't really chasing after who did it right now was because you asked him not to. you basically begged him not to. you called him kei. if it ever happens again they'll regret it, it doesn't matter if it was an accident.
"i want you to know that if anything else happens i won't stop until i find out their name."
you hum in response, confirming your understanding, and give a small smile knowing that you were able to stop him and he listened to you. you're aware that if it happens again you won't be able to stop him though.
tsukishima gives you a look that says 'why aren't you verbally telling me you understand.' "okay tsukki," you respond quieter than you have been talking all this time, "and thank you," you add on even quieter, almost silently.
he hears but chooses not to respond. "i think i've figured out a solution to the bruise situation." you don't really know if this is a situation but you keep listening. "i'll just have to give you a bigger bruise on top of it." his hand reaches behind you to your skirt and lifts up your skirt slightly before pinching your ass, you let out a yelp, and he smirks. "i think you need another hickey. i think all the others have faded by now and you need a new one."
he knows of every single friend you have but the following day he watches you even closer to see if anyone acts different. he found them. just like you said, a friend of a friend in a study group. it's kind of weird how bokuto owed him a favour and that weekend at a party your friend's girlfriend kissed bokuto, weird right? they broke up obviously.
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Kinktober Day 8 - Breeding
John Price x Reader - 1k (on ao3)
summary: You worry that your boss sees your relationship as more long-term than you do. (Reader POV, second person)
cw: implied stealthing, under negotiated breeding kink, one-sided daddy kink
You tell yourself it’s just a kink.
You’re not ready to become a mother - you’d like to be married for at least a year before even trying for a baby, and you’d like to have an established career before even getting married. For you, the idea of a bun in the oven is so far down the line it’s not even visible on the horizon yet.
But you know it’s not the same for Price. He’s older than you, has lived a far wilder life and lost it what must be nearly a dozen times over. He’s a weathered man, with deep lines on his forehead and wrinkles around his eyes, just the tiniest hint of silver creeping into his beard.
You know it’s not smart to have a fling with him. Not only is he your boss and a controversially older man, but he’s also the exact opposite of a commitment-phobe like you. He’s always looking for more commitment in fact, something you hadn’t expected considering the illicitness of your relationship with him.
You'd assumed an affair with your boss would involve mostly quickies in closets, a refusal to be in the same room as one another during the workday, maybe even pretending to dislike each other around other coworkers. Instead, he talks to you more once you start sleeping together than he had before - he parks himself on your desk at any time he pleases, invites you to have lunch in his office with him (alone), and laughs when your co-workers call him your work-husband.
So you know that he wants more, that he wants you to really be with him (he hints at far more than just that, but doesn’t dare say it aloud, which you’re glad for) past just being his secretary and his fuckbuddy.
In fact, he’d nearly torn you into two when you’d giggled and called him a “bootycall” after he called you back into work hours after you’d gone home. His face had gone from eager and affectionate to what you can only call scolding, and he’d been rougher with you than normal. You enjoy a few smacks to your ass, but that night he’d spanked you hard enough to leave you squirming the next morning when you sat at your desk. You’d been pouty about it, had glared only half-playfully at him when he smirked, but the way he ate you out on his desk for lunch more than made up for the discomfort.
And he makes these… comments sometimes, while he’s buried inside you. Things that allude to a future you’re not ready for.
Gotta come after me, sweetheart, it takes better like that.
Hips up, don’t let any of me drip out.
Gonna make me a daddy, pretty thing? Huh? Gonna take my cum and grow me a baby?
My good fuckin’ girl, lettin’ me breed her pretty cunt.
Gonna look so pretty, all round for me. Gonna take such good care of you.
C’mon, honey, wanna make sure it sticks this time.
You tell yourself it’s just a kink. He plugs you up with a couple fingers once he’s finished, says “Just to make sure you don’t lose any of my cum, can’t be wastin’ it right now,” and licks your clit until your legs shake.
He hardly fucks you in any position that isn’t bent over his desk, no matter how much you whine and beg for me. He just smacks your ass, gives you an extra orgasm or two to keep you placated. More often than not he leaves you bent over the desk after he’s finished, tilts your hips up a little higher and gives you a kiss on the temple as he sits back in his seat to get back to work.
You’d told him to use a condom the first few times, even though you’ve been on birth control for years. You’ve always been responsible with flings, been more than willing to send a man packing at the first hint of whining if he didn’t want to wear protection. A baby has never once crossed your mind as an option, and it certainly doesn't now.
So it was instinct to tell Price to put on a condom before he fucked you the first time. And he had, without kicking up any fuss about it past a furrowed brow and a grumble or two.
But then the condom broke, and you were left with his cum dripping down your thighs. You’d had a moment of panic, but he’d given you money for Plan B, and you told yourself the odds of getting pregnant with Plan B and birth control were so low it wasn’t worth stressing out over.
The condom broke the second time. And the third. And the fourth. And the fifth. And every time after that you asked him to wear one.
At some point you stopped asking, and he never remembered himself. A few muttered questions about what brand he’d been using between fevered kisses, thick fingers at your cunt a distraction, and eventually you told yourself it wouldn’t matter as long as you kept taking the birth control pills.
It would be rude to demand Plan B after every round, right? Plus, asking for cash minutes after you'd both gotten off always made you feel a bit... dirty. When you feel him drip down your thighs, when you pull your panties up and feel the mixture of both of you gather there, you tell yourself that the birth control will surely do it's job, and you try not to worry.
Now, pulling open the drawer where you keep your pills, you wonder if maybe all his talk of babies and his cum taking is more than just heat-of-the-moment dirty talk.
You stare down at the empty drawer and every time he’s called himself Daddy echoes in your ear like a choir.
#this one is aggressively meh to me so sorry#reading through each kinktober before i post the day before and like. more than i expected have very little smut#bo writes#john price x reader#john price x you#price x reader#price x you#captain price x reader#captain price x you#how do people tag for him#captain john price x reader#captain john price x you#cod fanfic#call of duty fanfic#kinktober 2023#kinktober#kinktober day 8
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Rugby boyfriend!Eren x fem!reader
collage au, possessive but in an infatuated boyfriend type of way. Size differences are mentioned. No matter your size, Eren is bigger than you. (Note: going to be more active now that Aot is ending. Feel free to send requests ♡)
I don’t mind if you’re ignoring me, cuz I’m ignoring you. “ he watches you bounce around the room in your thin, white nightdress.
You continue looking for your phone, ignoring him. There’s no way you haven’t searched every inch of his dorm room by now, so you finally look at him. He’s laying on the bed shirtless, hands behind his neck, looking at you innocently. That f’ckin bastard.
“Do you have my phone, Eren?”
He flashes his teeth, “ugh, baby, you have no idea how nice it is to hear your voice again. C’mere.” he pats his lap.
You sternly put your hand on top of your hip, arching it to the side, giving Eren the perfect view. “Do you have it or not?” He doesn’t even try to hide his smirk.
”Do I? I'm not sure. You should come over and look,” stretching his arms out in an inviting pose.
Earlier, Eren’s roommate, Floch, made a joke about how he can hear when you and Eren are having sex. When you told Eren, he rushed out of the room and ordered Floch to apologize. Completely scolding him like a dad. You felt embarrassed since you didn’t want his friends to think you can’t take a joke.
You know he’s just going to grab and pull you towards him, so instead, you start walking towards the door. Eren tenses immediately and rushes towards you,
‘’Hey, hey” he grabs your hand. ”where do you think you’re going?’’ he questions with furrowed eyebrows.
‘’To ask if the guys have they’ve seen it?’’
His eyes flash red for a second. To have his friends see the outline of your nipples through that thin fabric of your so called pajamas? He looks you up and down, nope, not happening. You should be wearing his t-shirts to bed anyway.
‘’Not like that, you’re not,’’ he gives you an ‘’end of discussion’’ look, but you huff and turn anyway. Not that you get far at all, he has you slung over his shoulders before you’ve even fully turned.
The con of having a rugby player as a boyfriend is that he throws you around a lot without so much as breaking a sweat. When you’re mad at him, he has this irritating habit of lifting you off the ground and cuddling you until you’ve cooled down. Claiming it “breaks his heart watching you walk away angry.”
He walks towards the bed, ignoring your fists punching at his back. “You’re such a brat sometimes.” He doesn't mind at all though, Eren has the patience of a saint when it comes to his girl, he enjoys being the one to set you straight.
He carefully lies you down on his bed, positions himself on top and grins, ‘’gotcha,’’ then smacks a kiss on your cheek. ‘’You’re annoying.” you pinch his ear in retaliation.
“Ow, hey, you know you’re stronger than you look.” he scratches his reddened ear. ‘’I'm being deadass, baby, you could go pro in armwrestling or some shit.’’ You burst out laughing over how dramatic he’s being and his eyes lit up from the sound. Your smile always captivates him.
Feeling yourself being stared at, you grin cheekily, unable to hide your smile “weirdo, stop staring,’’ brushing your fingers against his stubble. His eyes follow the movement of your hand and begin tracing the shape of your figure when all of a sudden he starts attacking you in tickles.
You’re both advancing on each other playfully, laughing hysterically. In an attempt to roll out of his reach, Eren quickly reacts by by grabbing your hands and pins them above your head. The laughter is quickly replaced with heavy pants as you stare at him naively, your chest rising up and down.
Snapping out of his thoughts, he lets go of his grip and rests his head on your chest, “you know, it doesn’t matter if you’re mad. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable staying here.’’ he gently admits, then lifts his head,
‘’plus, I’m the only one who has a say about you in bed.” he wiggles his eyebrows.
“Gross,’’ you push his chest, apparently amusing him by the look on his face. ‘‘but it’s fine, really. I just wanted to ignore the situation, but I guess he should learn that not everything needs to be said.’’ At this, he grins and takes ahold of your chin,
‘’that’s a good girl.’’
You ignore the heat rising in your face and smack his hand away when you suddenly remember, ‘’speaking off, where is my phone? You know I need to do my nightly routine check.’’
He knows. It’s the reason he slipped it under his pillow the moment you started throwing a fit. It’s nice having the most predictable girl on the planet. ‘’You can do it later, let a man enjoy his girl for a moment. You can be mad at me after.’’
‘’I'm not mad at you’’ you look genuinely offended, causing him to snicker. “Besides, I kinda liked the whole sexy, scolding dad thing you had going on. It was kinda turning me on,” you admit, looking straight into his eyes.
His hands on your hips stiffen instantly and his whole demeanor changes. “Don’t even joke, [name] I will put a baby in you right this second,” large hands grab your ass and starts grinding your body against his.
You attempt to leave but he drags you right back, looking at you confused. Looking down, you purr, “I really need to do my routine check,” sticking out your lower lip for extra effect.
You love to rile him up and have him mock you for being greedy and bratty. His face gets closer to yours with his eyebrows all furrowed.
“Did you just pout at me?”
“Nuh uh,” you lie and tease your hand against his belt, Eren’s eyes follow your movements then trace back up to your face, where you’re innocently meeting his eyes.
He grabs a fistful of your hair and looks down at your hand playing against his bulge. ‘’You wanna get fucked?’’ he spits with disgust, or admiration. It’s hard to tell with him.
“Know you enjoy keeping me on edge, acting all innocent when we both know,” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, eyes lingering just a second too long on your lips. Thoughts on ways to tame you running wild in his head.
‘’Telling me it turned you on when I was commanding,’’ he shakes his head as if disappointed.‘’It's good I’m here to keep you in line. A girl like you needs that.’’
You feel the imprint of him on your stomach as his hips press you down on the bed, leaving you no space to leave. You try your best to keep your voice steady. “Just wanna make you happy,’ you breathe out. He almost laughs.
“You know what would make me happy?‘’ Eren stands and lifts you up with him.
‘’you with my cock in your mouth.” You almost go limp in his arms from how lewd he's being.
Giving you an expectant look, he nudges your nose with his, “are you waiting for something? get to work.” he guides you down on your knees towards his crotch. The carnal look in his eyes makes you fumble a bit with his belt, but Eren is patient. Sometimes you suspect he enjoys seeing you nervous to perform for him.
Pressing a kiss on the tip, he returns his gratitude by patting your hair in a domineering act, “make me proud.’’ he smiles, in which you relish. Keeping eye contact, you swirl your tongue around his shaft before hollowing your cheeks and start working your way down. You can’t help but gag at his size, no matter how often you blow him.
It’s been quiet for some time now and you’re growing impatient with the lack of praise. You decide to look up at him through the tears in your eyes and catch him smiling down at you. The scene feels so filthy you can’t help but slyly drag your fingers over your panties to relieve some of the pressure, secretly humping your hips against your hand to the sound of his pants.
He just nearly cums in your mouth when he notices what you’re up to. Shamelessly playing with yourself, mouth filled with cock, you look straight out of Eren’s nastiest fantasies, it was perfect.
He bends down and pulls your hand out from under your nightdress, “Not yet, need you to be a good girl for me.’’ Then he does the hottest thing all night, he leans down to give it a kiss. You love him. He makes you feel like a princess getting fucked by her knight.
Feeling enthusiastic again, you eagerly reach for him to continue where you left off, but are stopped yet again. Whining, you wait for him any sort of command, just to do something, anything! but he looks so unaffected it’s making you wail even louder.
“stop whining, you don’t deserve to suck my dick.” Despite the warning, you almost do it again but stop yourself when you notice the glare you’re given. “But I really needa feel you, Eren. It hurts down there.” you were so wet it felt like you were about to explode from the lack of release.
He's only a man after all, even he has his limits when you wail pathetically about how wet your pussy is. Now he needs to have a look. He pulls you up by your torso, ‘’does sucking me off make you wet?’’ You nod and visibly see his ego lit up.
A thin sheen of sweat connects your bodies as he effortlessly carries you over to his bed. You take advantage of your flexibility and spread your legs as far apart as you can once he lays you down, earning a groan out of him.
He doesn't hesitate a moment further to push his face in there and peek under your dress. “such a pretty cunt, princess. no idea how often I jerk off thinking about it, about this,” kissing through your soaked panties. Your hips jerk upwards at his erotic words, desperate for friction.
“Eren, please”
He pushes your panties to the side but keeps them on. It’s like he’s so needy for you he can’t be bothered to take off either of your clothes properly, but patient enough to check out every inch of you as if seeing you like this for the first time.
Eren’s broad body consumes your smaller frame as you lie beneath him. You love this feeling, him shielding your body from anyone and anything but himself.
His ring covered fingers play softly with your bud, observing your reactions before lining himself against you, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin. The sight of Eren being almost abnormally endeavored by your pussy as he spits on his hand and pumps his cock, increases the heat pooling in your abdomen.
You lie still, enjoying the sensation of him rubbing and tapping himself against you. His eyes are fixated entirely on your cunt and you enjoy every bit of the attention. Not to say you’re not curious about what goes on in his mind when he’s focused and quiet like this. Like your body is art and he is studying and memorizing every part of it.
Once satisfied, he pushes through the tight hindrance and sucks in a breathe, “oh, fuck.” and finally looks up at you. His heart stops a beat when he’s reminded of how beautiful you are. The urge to hide you away from anyone's eyes but his, hits him strong but he bites it back.
Time slows for a moment as you both take each other in through half lidded eyes, and for some reason, your vision has never been as clear. His fingers thread through yours as he leans in for a kiss. When he pulls away, your eyes are still closed. Eren grins and places one last kiss on your forehead before thrusting his way in.
He’s fucking you with his hips, hard. Hands pressing down your pelvic, holding you still for him to ram into. The strap of your nightdress has slightly fallen down your shoulders, so he pushes the fabric that’s hiding you from him down further, and exposes your breasts. The moan he lets out from the sight is pure filth.
‘’Touch yourself.’’ he demanded, pupils dilated. With glazed over eyes, you comply and start playing with yourself, twisting and grazing your nipples. The act drives him to lift your hips to reach deeper into you,’’really thought i’d let you walk out of my room looking like this.’’ he grows almost annoyed at the thought.
Tenderly cupping his cheek, he almost flinches from how lovingly you’re looking at him, “You’re all I want, Eren.’’ and he almost melts. When you say things like that it makes him want to keep you to himself even more, resting his forehead against yours, he looks at you with almost a pained expression. ‘’that’s good, because i'm a selfish man.’’
With your legs lifted around his waist and upper body sprawled on the bed, you’re essentially at his mercy as he connects your bodies in repeated thrusts. Again, again and again, the sound of him pushing into you echoes in the room.
He fucks like a deprived man and speaks like a man in love. “Does it feel good, princess?’’ You nod with lovestruck eyes. ‘’Yeah? taking me so well. making me so proud.’’ The pressure feels too intense, about to snap.
He’s stretching you on his cock and looking straight into your eyes as he's doing it. Your body dissolves into pleasure as you writhe beneath him.
Your body starts squirming uncontrollably, causing him to grip your hips ever tighter, overpowering you in strength. You let out a loud sob and rake your nails on his back when your vision suddenly fades to black. He stares at you, astonished.
He raises an eyebrow, “did you just cum?” the thusting has stopped completely now but you felt his dick twitch inside you as he asked. “Tried to hold it in for you,” you stare back apologetically, eyes still sprinkled with lust. Best part is, he knows you didn’t. And you know it too.
“Turn around,” he orders. You obey and slump towards the bed with your back against him, hiding your face in the pillows. “Don’t act all shy with me now, let’s see your face,” he leaves no room for discussion, so you slowly turn your head and face him. He looks so big staring down at you from your vulnerable position. “That’s a good, good girl.”
Next thing you know, your cheeks are being spread and played with. Still high on ecstasy from the orgasm you just had, the energy to perform is nonexistent, so he does the job for you.
Huge hands angle your limp body upwards, then press down your back to create a beautiful arch, only for his eyes to admire. He sinks back inside and buries his cock in your warmth.
It’s hard maintaining eye contact with him when he’s like this, it feels so shameless, almost taboo, still, you can’t look away. He’s pounding into you, pulling your hips hard against him.
“This is what you’re making me do, looking at me like that. No one else will ever be able to see you like this,” he occupies his thumb by rubbing it over your clit. The contact is so delicate but rapid nonetheless.
You nod agreeably, barely able to register his words. “Are you close, Eren?’’
“Yeah,” his hands pressed down tightly on your lower abdomen, the scream you let out is almost inhumane. ‘’yes, yes.” you’re grinding back against him in heated motions, shockwaves of heat pumping through your body.
He snaps his pelvic against your ass and feels you sucking him right back in. He thinks back to what you said before about him as a dad and his eyes roll back. The thought of you carrying his child inside you makes him come undone.
“Ugh, fuck.” He comes audibly high etc, covering you in his cum. You expect him to catch his breath but he smoothly regains his composure and pushes you on your back, his thumb finding its way right back to your clit, barely even getting started before leading you to your second orgasm.
You scream in pleasure as he cups your face, lips brushing against your ear. “That's it, princess, you did so well for daddy. made me so proud.” he praises as he pushes your hair out of your face.
The lack of response makes him laugh, realizing he’d fucked you to sleep, litterally. chuckling, he grabs a warm cloth and cleans you up to his best effort.
You’re usually sleepy right after sex so this is a regular routine for you both. He smacks a kiss on the top of your head and covers you with his comforter then goes for a shower.
Once he’s done, he carries you up bridal style to the bathroom. “Wake up, sleepy.” he’s back to his sweet self. You grunt in response. “C’mon, you need to pee.’’ It’s true, so you comply and he leaves you to it.
This is a conversation you’ve both had before, he feels no need to leave when you do your business but you’ve kicked him out enough times so he knows the drill by now. Eren changes the bedsheets while you clean up.
When finished, you walk back to the bed and he opens his arm for you to rest on, your phone lying beside him. You jump at the invitation and he hugs you towards him, ‘’what do you feel like eating?’’ he’s playing with your hair as you lie comfortably on his arm.
“Not hungry.’’ you murmur.
Eren fights the urge to sigh. “Sorry, not up for debate.’’ He saves himself the trouble and orders for you both, knowing you’ll feel hungry once you see him eat.
When the food arrives, you end up wanting exactly what Eren ordered for himself.
‘’You’re a big baby.’’ he sulks and rolls his eyes, but feeds you nonetheless. You don’t miss the look on his face as you take a bite from his hand. One thing about Eren? he can and will fuck multiple times a day if you let him.
‘’down, boy. i’m not tryna have my guts rearranged after eating food.’’
He grins, ‘’I didn’t say anything’.’ knowing he’ll do exactly that when you’re done eating.
#ik i said i would look over this but i feel asleep at 5 and hust woke up so ops#someday#the the more active part…#:8 I’m planning to write for Gojo n nanami but Eren is the priority#but it takes me long to work on stuff so if u have ideas u want me to write send then now#oh and also! guess who had a whole edited draft and forgot to save it?#this is the result of that#anyway enjoy ♡#eren smut#attack on titan eren#eren#eren jeager x reader#eren aot#eren fanfiction#eren jaeger#just in the clouds for eren#my fics#fanfics#my writing#snk eren#eren x reader#eren yeager#eren jaeger smut
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Edge
AN: Can you tell I still haven't moved on from Hot Minghao? Also, I finished this while procrastinating uni work lol so, enjoy.
Synopsis: You trust Minghao with your life. You know he'd never hurt you. Well, never hurt you in a way you wouldn't enjoy.
Heads up: Xu Minghao x Fem! Reader, established relationship, pwp, (Meanish)Dom! Minghao, Sub! Reader, hair pulling, mild knifeplay, dirty talk, marking (sort of), Minghao spanks Reader's pussy one time, oral sex (f. receiving), overstimulation (f. receiving), Minghao gets off on Reader's tears, choking (f. receiving), degradation (f. receiving), mild praise kink (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex and creampie.
Word count: 2001
I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.
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Anticipation, desire and nervousness all swirl around in your system as Minghao towers over you and, takes you in.
The blade in his grasp is thin with a leather bound hilt. Simple. Non-intimidating. You never considered that a blade could look attractive but, your boyfriend manages to make most everyday objects look appealing.
"You look less nervous. That's good," you hear him tease, toying with the knife once more and his long fingers momentarily distract you.
"I'm- I said I wanted to try this. You're the only one hesitating,"
He pounces on you then.
His unoccupied hand tugging your hair while one of his thighs presses into your panty covered slit. A moan bubbles out of you at the first bit of contact he's given you all night.
His eyes flash as he looks down at you. Leaving you in suspense long enough that you start to squirm underneath him. Minghao's always been good at that. Seemingly filled with never-ending patience.
"And here I thought I should be more careful," he drawls. A soft gasp leaving your lips at the first drag of the knife against your skin. He starts off very light. Running the blade along your arm and leaving goosebumps in his wake.
"You might end up liking this more than me," is all he says before his lips descend upon yours. The contrast between his careful, steady grasp on the blade, the way his mouth is trying to eat you whole and the slight friction his thigh provides leaving you dizzy.
All you can do is slowly blink up at him when he eventually pulls away with his chest heaving, dark eyes focused on the trail the blade leaves. You're not sure which you'd rather look at. His focused face or the blade currently running along your skin.
You almost whine when he stops but, you know better. Plus, Minghao doesn't keep you waiting for long. Hooded eyes darkening further when he presses the knife your neck lightly. Checking for any signs of discomfort or apprehension from you only to find glazed excitement when he meets your eyes. Fuck, he loves you and he's so happy you're letting him do this.
For your part, a surprising amount of wetness seeps onto your already wet panties when Minghao experiments with the blade at your throat. Keeping the traces light but, with enough pressure that you're acutely aware of the cool, almost dull metal. The look on his face as he takes in the way the knife drags against your skin, likely leaving faint traces, makes your hips buck against his thigh. Busy hands gripping the sheets to keep you grounded while he experiments to his heart's content.
"Needy, are we?" He teases with an unfairly attractive uptick of his lips. Mirth colouring his eyes when he shifts the blade lower. Enjoying the way you shudder underneath him as he runs it along the tops of your breasts. Erection straining against his boxers from the pink lines left in its wake.
"How ca-can I not ah be?" You retort. A gasp flying from your lips when he cuts one of the straps of your bra.
"You're right. You've been doing so well. Maybe you deserve a reward," he's acting so nonchalantly about destroying your bra, but before you can say anything on the matter, he cuts the other strap too.
"Minghao!" You cry somewhat outraged. You loved this bra. It was one of your favourites. As hot as was watching and feeling him cut it off of you, a little head's up would've been nice.
"I'll buy a new one for you. Hell, I'll buy three new ones for you," he says with a smile that doesn't really look all that sorry and a few light kisses to the tops of your breasts. He destroys your bra further, cutting it down the middle and effectively freeing your breasts. Before you can chastise him again, his mouth envelopes one of your pert nipples. A choked gasp leaves your lips, and your hands tug on his hair. Eyes fluttering shut when his teeth graze your nipple in-between harsh sucks and, palming your other breast.
"Hao, please," you whine, grinding yourself against his thigh. The sensations of his warm, wet mouth and the tugs of his stupidly long fingers only serving to worsen the ache between your thighs and make you more slick.
"Aw, is my slut getting desperate?" He asks mockly against your breast, his breaths resulting in sparks running down your spine. You nod frantically, whimpering when he pulls away from you momentarily. He doesn't keep you waiting long. A sharp spank landing on your pussy, the slight pain going straight to your clit.
"You know better, baby. Words," he responds, his fingers hovering over your hips. Sometimes, you really hate how patient and restrained he is even with his cock being hard as steel.
"I want you to touch me, please," you whimper out, "I want you to touch my pussy please," you ammend quickly before he can tease you about being more specific. Dragging this on longer and pushing you closer to madness like he so enjoys doing.
"Good girl," he praises, and it only adds to the ever-growing haze in your mind and wetness that pools in your panties. A whimper bubbling from your lips when you feel the familiar drag of the blade over your panty covered slit. Soft whimpers joining the mix when Minghao runs it along your clit.
"You're so sexy," he whispers so quietly that you're not sure he meant to verbalise that thought. You should expect it by now but, you're still startled when he cuts your panties off of you. Prompting you to lift your hips to remove the scraps from your body. The want and affection in his eyes as he takes you in causes your heart to flip and walls throb.
You watch him intently as he sets the blade aside and lowers himself between your thighs. Anticipation making the butterflies in your stomach worsen. His large hands keeping you in place as his lidded gaze takes in just how much you enjoyed his newfound interest.
The way he licks his lips shouldn't affect you so much, yet here you are.
Minghao doesn't give you much time before latching his mouth onto you. Plush lips eagerly sucking on your clit and, his devilish tongue lapping at you like he hadn't done this earlier today already. Your insides coil tightly as you try your best to maintain eye contact with him the entire time. Knowing what's in store for you if you look away.
"Ming-Minghao ah-" you whimper pitifully when he eases three of his long fingers inside of you. Months of having you at his mercy tuning him into your body acutely. It doesn't take long for him to find those spots inside of you that make your head spin. Your hands fisting his red locks harshly. That just seems to spur him on more. His fingers curling harder and faster and, his tongue maintaining its pressure on your clit.
Given how wound up you are, it's really not much of a surprise when your orgasm hits you. Your body quivering violently as Minghao groans against your pussy, never ceasing his ministrations and shoving you quickly into overstimulation.
A few stray tears roll down your heated face while your body instinctively tries to shift away from his mouth and skilled fingers. It all too much. Walls continuing to spasm around his pretty fingers and smearing more of your wetness on his face. However, the grin he briefly shoots you is more than enough of an indication that he doesn't mind. Not in the slightest.
Your second climax is harsher. You're partly surprised you haven't pulled out clumps of his hair, honestly. He holds you through it nonetheless. His unoccupied hand keeping you firmly against the mattress while he eats his fill.
"Too much too much too much, Hao," you hiccup, the tears flowing freely now. He plants one last kiss on your clit before disengaging from you. God, he's such a sight. Messy, sweaty, red hair clinging to his forehead while his tongue chases the taste of you that lingers on his lips. His hooded gaze meeting yours for a moment. He's on you sooner than you can blink. Tasting yourself on his tongue while his hands hurriedly tug his boxers down, and he pushes into you.
"Fuck," he moans against your mouth and, if you could find the words, you'd agree. Fingernails digging into his back as he fucks you without much restraint from the offset.
"So pretty," he mutters, glazed eyes running over your tear-stained face and all the faint traces left by his blade on your skin. His grip on your hips bruising and his cock pulsing inside of you violently momentarily.
A strangled moan leaves your lips when Minghao's fingers wrap around your throat. Your pussy clamping down on him when he adds pressure. Light-headedness mixing deliriously with the haziness already present in your mind.
"To think you'd be so into me using my knife on you," he muses, still somehow managing to string words together while rendering you thoughtless on his cock. "Maybe I should I fuck you with it pressed against you. Would you like that, slut?"
Maybe it's the condescending tone of his voice, maybe it's the idea of his cool blade digging into your skin while Minghao thrusts into you or maybe it's him calling you a slut but, a needy noise that sounds pathetic even to you falls from your lips.
"Yes, please. Please please please. I'd like that. I'd love that please," you manage to whimper out with his hand still around your neck.
Something dark flashes in his eyes then. His hand leaves your throat but, his lips don't give you much time to catch your breath. It's all spit and teeth and tongue and, the two of you moaning into each other as you become dangerously close to falling off the precipice.
Your eyes fly open when the now familiar metal presses against your neck once more. Your startled eyes meeting his intense ones. "Why the surprise? You were begging so pathetically for this just a few minutes ago. Or do you want me to stop?"
"N-no, I was j-just sur-surprised," you respond, quickly grabbing his forearm when he attempts to move his knife away from you. His self-satisfied smirk makes you want to roll your eyes, but you know better. You get what you want ultimately, so that's all that really matters since you're not thinking with your brain much at the moment.
"You look so ah fuck beautiful like this," he praises, while his thrusts become sloppy. His composure fracturing as his climax draws closer and closer. Atleast, that's what you can tell from the way his cock throbs inside of you.
You've always loved watching Minghao cum. It's a pleasant change seeing him lose himself in pleasure. More specifically, pleasure he finds in you. His quiet groans hitting your skin while he weakly jerks against you. His warm cum already leaking out of you and, onto the bed. Honestly, this entire night has been so hot that you likely could've cum a third time if you really had it in you.
Even during his post-orgasm, muddled brain, he's careful to remove his blade from your skin. Careful, glassy eyes inspecting your skin to make sure he didn't deal too much damage to you.
"Was that okay? I didn't go too far?"
The love you feel bubble up inside of you motivates you to press a soft peck to his plush lips and, he happily returns your affection. The sleepy, loopsided he gives you squeezes your heart in the best way possible.
"No, you were okay. I'm really glad I said yes to trying this out," you respond, nuzzling into his hand as he brushes the remnants of your tears from your face.
"Yeah, me too."
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✧ tags : afab + fem!reader, top karlach, bottom reader, strap-ons, breaking the bed, act three spoilers (vaguely), karlach is the weensiest bit of a bully, 18+
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Karlach can't keep her hands off you.
Not her fault, in her defense. She had to spend an incredibly long, incredibly daunting leg of your journey not being able to touch you at all. Really, some of the hardest shit she's ever done in her life - even with her time in Avernus being Zariels' little lapdog.
Now that she has the privilege, she has to make the most of it. Her engines burning her up from the inside so she ought to make the most of everything. You especially. Who knows what will be left of her memory when her soul ends up in fugue plane? She hopes and prays her last memory is the feeling of you tucked in her arms all safe.
That being said, she's always on you. She likes fucking you whenever she can, wherever you'll let her. You're proper cute when she sneaks into your bedroll and lets her hand underneath your waistband, muffling little moans into the side of her neck as she holds you. Got the prettiest little voice she's ever heard when you whine for her, grip her forearm and beg all teary eyed.
That's been good and well - fucking amazing really. But there's been one thing that Karlach has been dying to do since she's gotten back to Faerun which is fuck you. Like, really fuck you.
She makes you cum in other ways. Whatever available, really. Hands, mouth, the muscle in her thigh when you're especially needy. Gods, she's grateful to see you like that. Leader of the pack all soft and trembling her bedroll all night, a sight for sore eyes.
But she wants to fuck you. She needed a strap to do that, and those sorts of things are only easy to find in the city - not in the middle of nowhere in the backwaters of the Sword Coast.
She knows you want it too, always begging for more.
You're in the city now, though - and you've visited Sharess' Caress, and now Karlach finally has something to fuck you with. You're finally in Elfsong song now (no more sleeping on dirt!) and the rest of your party has gone off to explore the city. There's plenty of business to attend to. The two of you offered to stay behind, hold down the fort.
(And well, no one was really going to stay after that were they? Not with the happy couple around, with Karlach eyefucking you as openly as she possibly can at least.)
She really is glad that you have all this time to yourselves for now.
Now that she's finally, finally fucking you - she isn't sure it'll be easy for her to stop.
You're pretty laying underneath her. Naked, sweat making your skin sheen as Karlach stands back on her knees and fucks you on your back. Your chest bounces every time your ass meets the thrust of her own hips, your voice trembling as she gets into proper pace to fuck you.
She gives you a wicked little smile, watching with abject fondness as her cock slides into you again. Shiny with your arousal, your cunt is tight with resistance even as she goes slow. You mewl, your hands reaching to push against Karlach's abs.
"Too much, Karlach, can't—" You gasp as she bullies the swollen head back into you. "S-senstive,"
"Didn't take you for such a quitter, soldier. You were just begging for it and now it's too much," She goads, fucking you deeper. You groan as your spine arches, nails scratching at her waist. "Try a little harder, baby."
Your voice breaks into a pathetic moan, weakly trying to push her out. Legs shaking as she fucks another inch into you. You're so wet she can hear it, hear how soft your pussy gets trying to accommodate around her length. Whimpering you close your eyes and shake your head.
"Too much. I c-can't cum again, can't."
Fuck you're delightful. It's nice when Karlach gets the chance to render you as helpless as you always make her feel. Pitiful and tender, she hums a little as she bottoms out again. Her eyes go lidded with want as she looks at the place in where she's inside of you, stretching your tight little hole. Fucking pretty thing you are. Pretty face and pretty heart and the prettiest pussy she's ever seen in her life. She's mesmerized how something so big can fill something so small. You stretch around her cock so well, so perfect.
"Of course you can." She murmurs. Hot hands curl around your wrists, your arms straightening out in front of you as Karlach holds them. Your fingers brush against your abdomen again but don't find the same purchase as Karlach holds you down. "A little more and you'll make another mess for me to clean up like always, huh?"
"Karlach," You whine, your eyes fluttering open. Your lashes are wet with overstimulated tears, mouth curled in a soft and pouty flush. "Karlach,"
She laughs, sharp teeth showing as she rolls her hips - undulating slower. A soft pace to ease you into it again. She knows just the right angles. You like two ways. Hard and heavy, her hips fucking into yours
She steals a glance at your desperate face and settles on the latter. "I'm right here, pretty girl. And I'm not going anywhere, either. Now hold on,"
It's the most she spares as a warning before she sets a brutal pace. She use your hands for purchase as she pulls her cock out, and thrusts all the way back in with a loud, unforgiving groan. Her clit digs into the leather backing of the strap when she does, delicious friction making her head feel numb.
You cry out as she thrusts deep and hard, cock buried to the hilt again.
She keeps the same brutal, unforgiving pace. The room sounds with the weight of her thrusts, skin smacking against skin and the soft internal whirr of her engine noisy. Lewd, wet sounds mix with the visual of you laid underneath her, tits bouncing with every smack of hips.
She throws her head back back, euphoria washing over her in a haze.
"Fuck yeah, that's it baby. Feels good. Feeling me right in your stomach?"
You nod deliriously as your hand curls into a fist, struggling to keep up. She laughs at you as she ducks her head to meet your mouth. You kiss her with immediate fervor chasing her lips aimlessly while she fucks you hard and deep.
Her name sounds so good from your mouth, she doesn't think she'll ever get sick of it.
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#sorry i have not written anything Substantial in 8 billion years#karlach x reader#bg3 x reader#karlach smut#bg3 smut#d.rogues love letters#idk why this was rotting away in my drafts but here
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It's not funny anymore.. I need his inches in me.
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