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jooillusion · 2 months

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gaon “just the tip” 😩😩😩

just the tip ft. jiseok <3

warnings: cockwarming (kinda? idk it lasts for like 5 seconds) turns into implied unprotected sex

pairings: gaon x reader

i can definitely see this starting off as a bet between jiseok and you…loser does the dishes for two weeks straight! the rules are to last through the whole suicide squad movie.

so here you and jiseok were, cuddled up on the couch underneath a blanket, hoodies on comfortably except you’re bottoms are completely bare. you feel him rub the tip between your slit, the friction turning you on already. you push back against him as a way to tell him to push in already so the movie could start.

you don’t miss his chuckle he lets out before sliding into you, wincing at the slight stretch. you feel the head of his cock throb, your cunt sucking him in. your shaky hands press the play button, starting the movie.

not even ten minutes in and jiseok starts to tease you. he’s competitive, his hand slipping between your two bodies and adjusting his dick, the sudden movement making you jolt under him and gasp. his hot breath kisses the hairs on your neck and your arms, encouraging goosebumps on your body.

“sorry baby, had to get comfortable.” his hand finds its way back to your waist, squeezing lightly. your walls start to pulse around his head, obviously turned on, but you’re no amateur to teasing jiseok. you wiggle yourself on him, practically fucking back. he breathes lowly.

“mmm, i cant find a good position,” you look behind you to eye him, slightly smirking. you lift off of him, pausing the movie along the way, laying your body on top of jiseoks so your head rests on his chest. your right leg lifts to curl a bit, reaching underneath the blanket and running his tip along your slit. jiseok holds his breath, his eyes closing. “is this okay?”

his words are caught in the back of his throat when you push him into you once again, your head falling onto his chest. his thighs shake slightly when your greedy pussy sucks him in, a silent groan leaving his lips. his hands grab at your ass, nails leaving crescent shaped imprints into the skin, holding you in place. you’re taken aback, a loud moan leaving your lips. he resists thrusting into you right then and there.

"you started it, why don’t you finish it babe?” he chirps, voice barely above whisper, trying to brush off his actions. your ear pressed against his chest, hearing his heartbeat rapidly thump against it. he’s just as turned on as you. you grind your hips against his one more time, your hands clawing at his hoodie.

mind clouded, jiseok slowly starts to push you down to take more of him, his hips thrusting up to meet yours. you smile in his chest but it’s quickly wiped away with your mouth falling open.

“wash them faster pretty boy.” you say, landing a slap on jiseoks ass to tease him, jumping at the sudden impact. he rolls his eyes, thinking of another deliciously evil bet that’d have you losing within the first three seconds.

um midterms kicked my ass so hard, but i’m BACK HEHEHE so sorry this ask took so long (and my other wips 💔)

please remember that this is a pure work of fiction.

#xdh hard hours #xdh smut #xdh x reader #xdh imagines #xdinary heroes hard hours #xdinary heroes hard thoughts #xdinary heroes smut #xdinary heroes imagines #gaon x reader #gaon smut #love mail ୨୧

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dddevilsadvocate · 10 months

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I'm eagerly awaiting part 3 of your LevixReader fic, I love the way you write him 😩🧡

this made my entire day 🥹 thank you! sorry this took so long bbies

3. and now I’m covered in you

Leviathan x gn!AFAB!reader

a/n: I have an exam tomorrow but I’ll try to get part 4 up soon! I didn’t realise how many of you were reading these omg

THIS IS VERY NSFW MINORS GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE

CW: self-indulgent smut (unprotected vaginal sex, dry humping, fingering), loss of virginity

“start here.” you instruct. he is studying you now, his face completely unreadable. you nuzzle into his palm before sliding his hand down to the curve connecting your shoulder and neck. “then here.” his breath hitches in his throat, but he doesn’t protest. you feel your own cheeks flushing as you brush his fingers over your collarbone, halting them at the top of your sternum. “then here.”

he blinks. for a split second - so quick you almost don’t catch it - his expression shifts. you swear his pupils contract into slits. anxiety replaced entirely by lust as he gazes up at you through his eyelashes. the moment dissipates as swiftly as it arrived, the nervous shut-in returning to the helm, but you can’t shake the feeling that wrapped itself around your chest: that you’re his prey, and he’s just waiting for a chance to strike.

you take a second to fill your lungs. “th-then here.” as slowly as you can, you guide his hand down your breastbone. his eyes are the size of the moon, but he can’t look away. his focus flits between his hand in yours and your steadily reddening face. you flick an eyebrow upwards. is this okay? he wets his lips and dips his head in a minuscule nod. yes.

lifting his hand from your chest, you whisper: “then here.” as gently as you can, you place his palm over your breast. you expect him to freeze and lock his gaze onto anything but you. you expect him to part his lips and gasp for breath, perhaps even pass out. but, to your surprise, he doesn’t. he audibly swallows, but he keeps his attention on you, waiting patiently for your next instructions.

you’re flustered now. your face burns as much as the feeling in your stomach does. your bra is the last thing keeping you modest and Levi sane, but you feel his cold fingerprints tentatively pressing into the soft, uncovered skin. his thoughts are plastered across his face, easy to decipher: thank god you’re not completely topless, he couldn’t handle that… but fuck he wants you to be.

neither of you move. neither of you speak. the moment freezes, his hand on your breast and your hand on his. you simply breathe, your chest expanding into his touch. the tip of his tongue sweeps across his lips before he finally speaks.

“and then?” his eyes are mesmerising. two skies stuck in perpetual dusk bask in the sight of you, full of devotion. he isn’t trying to rile you up. you know he isn’t. but the innocent curiosity of those gorgeous fucking eyes…

your patience cracks. grabbing his other wrist and yanking it towards your waist nets you a gasp. “here.” you’re breathless, eyes fluttering shut. he does exactly as he’s told; his grip tightens on the skin beneath your ribs. before you realise they have, your hips are moving again. faster than before. much faster.

Levi’s head immediately falls back. every rock of your hips draws moan from his barely parted lips. he finally gives your chest a light squeeze, earning himself a squeak. the pressure releases almost instantly, but he squeezes again not a moment later. you reward him with the same noise. he is gentle, but purposeful. his careful fingers working in tandem with the perfect way your hips are rubbing over his threatens to undo you right then and there.

suddenly, his hands are off you. your eyes blink open, the protest halting on your tongue when you realise what you’re looking at. he’s leaning forward, clumsily tearing his jacket from his shoulders. his grabs the hem of his shirt in his fists and lifts it over his head. without hesitation, your hands land on his chest the second it’s bare, your fingers ghosting over his faded war scars. heat pools in your chest and rages between your legs.

“you’re beautiful.” you keen. his hands return to their stations at your chest and waist. his gaze averts at your praise, but you curl your fingers under his chin and force it back onto you. “I’m serious. you’re beautiful.”

his cheeks are aflame. a smile tugs at the corner of his lips, but only for a second. he looks away again, muttering something you don’t quite catch. no doubt another punch to his own gut. knowing Levi, the decision to bare himself to you must have been tough. a battle. and as much your body is screaming at you to take him right then and there, there are more battles coming his way, and you need to make sure he wins them.

“I could look at you forever~” you purr. a groan rumbles in his throat and he squirms underneath you. you drag your knuckles down his cheek. “you don’t have to be nervous with me. I know this is outside your comfort zone but I love you and I want to do this with you.”

the way Levi looks at you, you’d swear he was looking at a supernova instead; as if the milky way was swirling around your head. tears are threatening to spill onto his cheeks as he cups your face in his hands and pulls you down for a kiss. his walls are weakening; he kisses you desperately, almost hungrily, in a way he hasn’t before. you sense he’s still holding something back, but you’re not sure what.

you don’t notice hands snaking downwards until his thumb traces along the hem of your shorts. you reward his bravery with a moan, pulling away to rest your forehead against his.

“here?” he asks. his fringe tickles you as you nod.

“yes. there. good boy.” the words come out more as an exhale. the anticipation is chipping away at your self-control, forcing you to catch your breath every time he touches you. “are you ready for them to come off?”

“n-not yet.” Levi rubs your back. it feels like he’s tracing something along your spine, sending sparks through your veins; something you did to him when his depression worked overtime. a gesture he had sheepishly admitted was what made him fall head over heels. a gesture he was using on you now, almost as if his subconscious wasn’t sure you knew just how much he treasured you.

it was actually quite cruel, the way he set your senses on fire and made you feel like a teenager on her first date with her crush at the same time. so innocently precious while so close to being corrupted. you barely avoid missing his reply, stuck in your own lusty, lovesick fog. not yet? what does he want to do first?

a quiet huh? is all that will come out of you. he inhales deeply. “I’d like t-to… is- would it be okay if I kissed your neck this time?”

(read the next part here)

#obey me #obey me!#obey me leviathan #obey me levi #leviathan smut #obey me levi smut #levi x reader smut #levi x reader #leviathan x reader #leviathan x reader smut

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tadpolesonalgae · 11 months

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Imagine az x reader showing Elain a good time...

Azriel x reader x Elain: Blossom[*]

A/N: literally how did you know I’ve been dying to write an Elriel/Gwyriel piece with reader 😩

Summary: You and Az have noticed Elain’s flushed glances, and having had an open discussion, have decided to invite her to your bed. It would probably have been fine if both of you didn’t have corruption kinks.

Warnings: pussy eating, fmf threesome, smut

“That’s obscene…!” She utters as she intakes a sharp breath of air. A delicious smirk curls your lips as you pin her body against the counter with your own. “We’re obscene, but I bet that hasn’t stopped those dirty thought of yours, hm?” Her cheeks dust with an apricot flush, making you want to snatch her innocence away from her, use her so thoroughly she wouldn’t bat an eye at parading through the house completely bare - there for either of you to take, whenever you’d like.

You shift into a more serious demeanour. It’s an invitation, not a threat. You both want her to join if she’s ready, neither of you willing to force anything. But then a flashing image of her cheeks streaked with tears as she cries for more, more, more rushes through your mind. Your hands fist on the counter. “It’s just an invitation, there if you want it,” you say, not wanting to scare her off. Your hands settle on her hips gently, brushing over the sweep of her bone, “give some thought to it, yeah?”

You turn to pull away from her, but her hand lands on the sleeve of your dress, making you stop. She looks surprised at her own actions, tugging her hand back to her chest as if it had betrayed her. The damage has already been done, though. A smirk tips your lips as you press against her, feeling the lush plumpness of her breasts. “Already made up your mind?” You croon, “what an eager girl.”

A sound like a whimper climbs up her throat as she leans back into the counter, and your hands sneak around her ass, squeezing appreciatively at the plushness. What you wouldn’t give to spin her around, get down on your knees and eat her out from behind. It had been so long since you’d felt such a powerful desire for another person, it was difficult to handle it. The very idea of having her on your tongue sent pleasure zapping to your clit, slick dripping from your hole, soaking your underwear.

Elain shudders at your words, arousal seeping through her clothes. “You want us now?” You drawl, “think you’re ready?” Her back arches, nipples scraping against your own through the light fabric and you want to taste them so badly. You can’t wait for Azriel. And she needs warming up, anyway.

Gasping, Elain squeaks as your hands drop to her thighs, hoisting her up onto the counter, slotting yourself between her legs. “What’s—…what are you doing?” She breathes, eyes wide.

“You think you could take Azriel as you are, sweetness?” You coo, grinning up at her as she bites her lip. She shakes her head and your grin widens. “Sensible girl,” you drawl, hands shoving up the skirts of her dress eagerly, nearly being swallowed by the wave of arousal that smacks into you from the action.

“Fuck, Elain.” She whimpers at your foul mouth, jumping when your thumb brushes over the apex of her thighs. “Already so wet for me. Who knew you were such filthy creature?” She whines, shaking her head in denial. Your hand snakes up to her jaw, gripping it softly, her thighs clamping down on your waist, pulling you further into her heat. “Don’t lie to me, sweetness. Not when I can see how wet your pretty pussy is.”

Heat washes her cheeks, tinting her delicately pointed ears, “I…” You cock your head mockingly. “Go on,” you drawl, thumbing at her underwear, “tell me how much you want this. Say it and you can have it.”

She swallows, “I—…what should I say?” Her chest rises and falls rhythmically; heavily. Your tongue wets your lower lip, “how about we start simple, yeah?” You condescend, noting how it has her hips shifting on the counter, against your fingers. Elain nods gently, nerves smoothing out her gestures. “‘I want your mouth on my pretty, little pussy,’ how does that sound?” Her lips drop open, aghast.

“I can’t say that!” She hisses, eyes wide, pupils blown out with lust. You shrug, “guess I’ll just go crawl between Azriel’s legs, then.” You stand, pulling away from her, forcing a whimper from her sinful looking mouth. “Wait…” she pleads, softly. You notice how she keeps her legs spread. Good girl.

“I…I want your…mouth,” she begins, heat warming her face, hardly able to look you in the eyes. You nod your encouragement. “‘On my pretty, little pussy,’” you remind, fingers coasting the wetness of her cunt. “On my pretty, little…” Your patience grows thin, pinching her clit as she yelps, jerking on the table. Silver lines her eyes from the slight sting and you feel your sex throb. “Come on,” you mock, “you can’t be crying this early on. I thought you were going to be good for us, huh?”

Her lips fumble, overtaken by the dark promise underlying your words. “Finish it, Elain,” you command, voice dropping, “‘on my pretty. Little. Pussy.’” Your fingers dip below the band of her underwear teasingly. “On my pretty, little, pussy,” she repeats back to you, cheeks flushed as you grin. “Ohhh, good girl,” you drawl, “think I should set my mouth down for that, yeah? Think I should drink you up?” She nods frantically, hips lifting as you slide the damp fabric from her legs, slick dripping down onto the counter. If she served you nothing but what’s between her legs on a platter one day, you’d happily dive in.

“Yes, ma’am,” you chide.

“Yes, ma’am,” she repeats back, hurriedly. You descend between her thighs, content.

At the first lap of your tongue, her arms give out, splaying her across the table top as you eat her up, mouth and teeth devouring her as her back arches. You nip at her clit, before dropping back to her dripping entrance, pushing your tongue inside. She whines, hips bucking desperately as she feels that strange coil tightening in her belly. “Please,” she whimpers, feeling desperate for something inside her to shatter, to crash over her. Your mouth remains latched to her hole while your thumb rubs over her clit in smooth oscillations.

A hand clamps over her mouth as she comes, unravelling on your tongue as her flavour coats your mouth, eyes rolling. She tastes so good. Absolutely divine.

When you pull back, your thumbs settle either side of her pretty entrance, spreading her apart. She flushes wildly when she sees you examining her, mouth glistening. Your eyes flick up to hers and she tightens, clit puffy and swollen from all the attention you’ve given her. “Think you’re ready now, sweetness,” you murmur gently.

Elain’s eyes widen as she attempts to shift up the counter but your hands pin her down by her hips. “Nuh-uh, lovely girl, that’s greedy.”

“I can’t…” she pants, “I can’t take any more…” Her lower lip wobbles and arousal builds in your belly. You nip at her clit in chastisement, making her flinch. “Come on, sweetness, what about poor Az? Gotta share this lovely cunt with him too.”

And just like that, you’re lifting her from the counter carrying her in your arms as you make your way toward your shared bedroom.

You stop just outside, setting her down on her dainty feet. Her arms instinctively wrap over your shoulders, thighs trembling from the high you’d brought to her. You peer into her large cocoa eyes, pressing your forehead to hers. “Having second thoughts?” You murmur softly, “it’s okay if you are.”

Her hands tighten around you, shakily, in answer.

Pride warms your chest. “You want to stop at any moment, just say red, okay, lovely? If either of us are being to harsh, or a bit too rough, say yellow, and it’ll calm down.” She tugs her lip between her teeth, before nodding, slowly. Your hand lifts to her hair, brushing some over her ear. “Good girl,” you breathe, pressing a reassuring kiss to her mouth.

Your hand settles on the doorknob, moving to turn it.

You pause, looking back at her, “don’t forget to address Azriel as ‘sir’. At all times.”

She tilts her head, silently asking why you told her.

You give her a sinful smile, “fail to comply, and he’ll spank your clit until you’re orgasming around nothing.”

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It starts slow at first, allowing Elain to become familiar with the dynamics, settling into your established rhythm. She takes a while just touching. Committing skin to memory. Fingers tracing the powerful lines of Azriel’s chest, tongue lapping over the sensitive skin of your neck, trying you out.

The two of you move at her pace, you using your fingers on her to help her relax while Azriel sets his mouth on you. Elain’s very good, always answering when spoken to, never failing to use your proper names within the bedroom. Azriel seems pleased, though you’re sure Elain can’t detect that, having grown accustomed to your coquettish behaviour. It’s a pleasant reprieve, to bite into Elain’s soft skin, devouring her without struggle for whose teeth belong in who.

Azriel has Elain atop him, spread out over his lap, cock buried deep inside her pretty cunt. They’re both sat at the edge of the bed, with you positioned between their legs, giving Elain soft reassurances while Azriel kisses up the elegant length of her neck. His hands brace her hips, helping her lift from his lap when it gets too much, when she can’t take anymore, only to sink back down when she doesn’t feel as full. Your own hands cup her breasts, fingers flicking over her perky nipples, taking one into your mouth.

“How’re you feeling, sweetness?” You murmur, eyes lifting to her hazy ones. “Green,” she mumbles, mind a little dumb from having his cock stuffing her full. You chuckle, “I mean physically. Any pain? Pinching?” She shakes her head, eyes screwed shut as she sinks down a little, taking more of him, “none. Just full, ma’am.” Her voice contains miniature tremors, thighs already looking as thought they would not be able to hold her.

Azriel sends you a look over her shoulder, “maybe you should help her, pretty thing. You seemed so eager to set your mouth on her pretty, little pussy earlier.” Elain goes bright red at his words, feeling the brush of his lips over her neck. “Maybe you should learn to keep your shadows on a tighter leash. Like the one you wore for me a few weeks ago, perhaps?” You suggest, sparks glinting in his eyes.

“And maybe you should shut the fuck up before I decide to fuck your mouth raw,” he growls, Elain’s back arching as she whimpers. Your attention shifts back to her as you settle to your knees, pressing kisses to her thighs. “Don’t mind us, sweetness. This is just how we work together, no need to feel scared.”

“Colour?” Azriel murmurs, feeling her tighten around him. Her face heats, looking down slightly though her eyes remain shut, “…yellow.” Azriel presses gentle kisses to Elain’s neck, working in soothing reassurance while your own touch softens, watching how the tension seeps from her body, relaxing again.

The male’s glinting eyes pierce to yours, “I think you need to work an apology into our girl, don’t you?” Your lips lift into a grin, delivering open mouthed kisses to her inner thighs. “It would be my pleasure.”

Your mouth opens over her clit, tongue flicking and suckling at the puffy bud.

Her hips buck, and Azriel bites back a groan, which has you shooting him a look. “Sweetness, don’t you think Az here should make a little more noise?” Elain nods, fumbling for a second while you and Azriel momentarily hold your breath, waiting for her to slip up. “Yes, ma’am.” Maybe next time.

“Yeah? You think he should? Why don’t you be our good girl and set him a perfect example. Sing for us.”

With that your mouth latches over her clit, sucking, flicking, nipping as her hips wind, small moans panting from her pretty mouth, sounding throughout the room. You send Azriel a smug look as she releases a particularly loud moan when you roll your tongue over her. He responds by shifting his hips, making her gasp, back curving. He shoots you an arrogance smirk.

Your lips silently curls, before your tongue lolls out, licking up from the base of his cock until you meet Elain’s pretty pussy, tongue lapping over her clit, collecting the slick that had dripped down from her needy hole. Azriel groans, the sound reverberating through his chest, hands pulling Elain slightly tighter against him. A wicked smirk plays on your mouth as you repeat the action, drawing more sounds from the both of them.

It’s all over for Elain when the two of you start working in tandem, your mouth sealing over her clit while Azriel rocks his hips against her own. He moans loudly when she comes, cunt fluttering around his cock while you guide her through it. She pants heavily, whines and whimpers spilling from her as she’s thrown into her second orgasm.

As the aftershocks fade, you both litter her skin with praising kisses, pleased at how she melts between your lips. “How’re you feeling, sweetness?” You murmur against her thigh, eyes latching onto her dark cocoa ones. She manages a nod, “green…” she mumbles, eyes hazy from her high.

“Enjoyed that, Elain?” Azriel murmurs beside her ear, hips moving, causing his cock to shift inside of her, making her mind spin away. The two of you share a look as he throws out the trap. And just like he wanted, she stumbles straight into it. “Yeah, Az.”

Elain sees the wince on your face, arousal burning in her tummy all over again as Azriel’s fingers snake down to her sensitive clit. He pinched, sharply, “what was that, sweet girl?” She yelps, flinching at the pleasurable pain. Her eyes flick to yours, pleading, “is it not over?”

You send her a slightly sympathetic look, and you can feel Azriel looking at you in disbelief, knowing you were just as eager for her to fuck up as he was. “Far from it now,” Azriel drawls, something dark glinting in his eyes as his fingers tighten over the sweep of her hips, surely enough that purples with bloom over the bone.

His eyes pierce to yours and excitement flares in your tummy. “Get on the bed,” he commands, voice dropping to the deliciously cold purr. Your tongue wets your lips before you’re standing, crawling onto the bed while Azriel stands, keeping Elain tight in his lap as he bends her over.

Her tearful eyes slide to you, looking at you in supplication. Your breath catches at the sight, hand gliding down to your clit, revelling in her silver lined gaze. Her lower lip wobbles when she realises you won’t help her.

Azriel’s hand fists in her hair, making her wince, pulling her head back. He nods at you, and you shuffle closer, thighs spread invitingly. You watch as Elain catches your scent, eyes rolling to the back of her skull for a moment. “Colour?” He demands, lowering her head toward your heat, keeping her just out of reach of your mouth-watering pussy.

Tears spill down her flushed cheeks. “…green.”

You and Azriel share a blissed out look, bathing in this new side of her. Maybe she isn’t as good as you had thought. “Time to repay your pleasure, sweet thing,” Azriel drawls darkly, hand tightening in her hair as his hips draw back.

A wicked grin plays on his cruel mouth, “every time you come without permission, is another orgasm you’ll have to give to us.”

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#Azriel #Azriel x reader #Elain #Elain x f!reader #x f!reader #June

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leossmoonn · 2 years

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ok so girl in your group project with academic!rival matt keeps flirting with him and he starts acting like a whore bc he can literally smell your jealousy and then you snap and take him into and empty classroom and ride him so hard until he forgets that other girl's name 😩

Whore hours have started early

16+

“Wow, you’re really smart,” Matt says.

“Thank you,” Lauren let’s out a shy giggle. “You’re the smartest here, though.”

“Nah,” he shakes his head. “You knew the answer in less than a minute.”

“I guess studying every night pays off.”

Matt’s hand brushes over hers. “It’s really nice to find someone who works really hard. It’s sexy.”

You’re across from them and glaring at Matt. You watch as Lauren lets out another one of her annoying little giggles, leaning forward to be closer to Matt. You watch as the smirk on Matt’s face grows as he can sure feel the tension from you. As his hand grips hers, the pencil in your hand snaps.

“Woah, Y/n. You okay?” Lauren asks.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I left my textbook in the classroom. Matt, help me grab it.”

“But I’m working on the project. I can’t leave Lauren alone.” You want to slap the grin off of his face.

“It wasn’t a question.”

“You can go, it’s fine! As long as you two come back,” Lauren says.

You stand up, roughly grabbing the collar of Matt’s shirt to pull him up. “Don’t worry, we’ll only be a few minutes.”

You drag him to the first empty classroom you see, locking the door and putting down the window shade.

“Are you okay, sweetheart. Something seems to be —” Matt starts to say, but you interrupted him but pushing him up against a wall.

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me. You know exactly why I’m pissed,” you say.

He smiles, “I have no idea.” His hands find your hips, pulling you closer to him.

“You think it’s funny to act like a whore in front of me?” You ask.

“I was just being friendly,” he shrugs.

You let out a sour laugh. “You and I know damn well she has a crush on you and you were using that to her advantage to make me mad.”

“You’re just so easy to get mad.”

You hum slowly, running your hand down his chest and palming his erection. “And you’re so easy to get aroused.” You squeeze gently, earning a soft moan from him. “I haven’t even done anything and you’re hard already? So fucking pathetic, Murdock.”

He lets out a strangled moan as you start to stroke him. You unbutton your jeans with one hand, shoving them down so now you’re in a blouse and underwear. You let Matt feel the curve of your ass and your thighs, his hands molding with your curves. You undo his pants, taking his dick out of his boxers. The sight makes you grin.

“Poor baby,” you mock. You swipe your thumb over the head, collecting the great amount of per cum. “You really are that desperate to get me to fuck you, huh? You went to such lengths to get me riled up.”

He nods helplessly.

“Tell me, does Lauren get you this worked up?”

He shakes his head. “No.”

“Does Lauren make you blush so easily?” You run your free hand over red face, gently taking off his glasses. “Let me see those pretty eyes, yeah?”

He blushes even more, a shy smile playing on his face.

“God, you’re about to burst,” you hum as he gets harder in your hand. More pre cum leaks with each stroke and with each sentence you speak.

“Tell me what you want, Matty,” you say. You dive your head down, kissing his neck gently. You nibble and suck harshly, making him tense his muscles and his eyes roll back.

“Want you.”

“Gotta be more specific or I can’t do anything.”

“I want you to ride me,” he breathes out. “See? Was that so hard?” You hum.

“C’mon, let’s go over to the teacher’s desk.” You walk him over, letting him lay down on the cool wood. You take both of your clothes off. You climb onto top of Matt. Matt hand instinctively raises to feel you. You stop him, setting his hand down on the table.

“You don’t get to touch me today, baby. You’ve been a bad boy.”

“Please?” He whines. “Gotta earn it,” you say. You fist his dick, running the tip over your folds and your clit, teasing both of you. “Ready, Matty?”

He nods furiously. You sink on him slowly, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Matt groans at your warmth and wetness, savoring the feeling of being inside of you as you bottom out.

“Fuck,” you whimper. “Always fill me up so good, baby.” You lift yourself almost all the way off, the sinking down again. You start to bounce, eliciting moans and groans from Matt.

You lean down, your hips grinding with his. Your tits rest again his, the feeling of your hardened nipple against his skin making him groan. You run a hand through his soft hair, cupping your other hand on his jaw.

You pull his lips into a bruising kiss. He has trouble kissing you as there’s so many things going on, he’s getting a little bit overwhelmed. All he can focus on is your pussy wrapped around his cock, the sweet sounds of your moans against his mouth, and the wet sounds of you fucking him.

“Fuck, Matt,” you grunt as he stretches you out. You feel him twitch inside of you at your words. You can’t help but smirk. You get faster and faster, needing to put a hand on the table to support yourself. Matt puts his hands on your hips to help keep you up. Your walls clench around him and he lets out a long and low moan.

“Y/n,” he grunts. “Fuck, Y/n,” he moans.

“That’s right, baby. I’m who you belong to.”

#sara.nsfw #matt concepts #matt murdock x reader smut

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