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hiii!!! if it’s okay, could you write a virgin fem! reader who spencer maybe talks through her first time and makes her feel so special and sweet, and not ashamed of enjoying sex?

btw i love your fics!!!

spencer reid x virgin!fem!reader have sex for the first time

18+ (smut)

wc: 6,088

hi!!! i'm so glad you enjoy my work!!! it's so nice hearing that and really touches my heart <3 

i’m so sorry this took me a million years :’) hopefully the wc makes up for it?

i didn't know what you meant by ashamed exactly, like if it was in a religious sense or for some other reason, but i tried to incorporate the feeling into the story in a way that felt authentic to me! 

Spencer has known that she’s a virgin since the first time his hands wandered to her waist during a particularly heated kiss. She blurted it out like she was afraid it would change everything between them. Spencer was a little taken aback, simply because he wasn’t even thinking about doing that at all. They had only been together for a few weeks, and he thought it was entirely too soon for them to be that intimate together. He wanted to take things slow with her, to savor the process of becoming something real.

He wasn’t a virgin anymore. He gave it away hastily to someone who only wanted something casual. Someone who disappeared from his life without even saying goodbye, someone he thought he was at least a friend to. He learned enough from that to know what it felt like when something like this wasn’t handled gently. 

Since then, they’ve navigated through most of her firsts with caution and compassion. She didn’t realize that it was his first time doing these things with someone who reciprocated his feelings until later on.

She had been hesitant and unsure about exploring her sexuality. It was something that she didn’t even feel comfortable doing alone in her room. Feelings of guilt and disgust and discomfort arose in her whenever she tried. She wasn’t even exactly sure why that was.

The thought of him seeing her –all of her– absolutely terrified her. She knows he’s not the kind of man who’d judge her body, but she feared that he might see her differently (the way she sees herself).

He’s showered her with compliments and praises each time they’ve done something new: “You’re so beautiful,” and “I’m so proud of you,” and “Thank you for trusting me with this.”

He’s quieted her insecurities with: “You’re the most beautiful person that I’ve ever seen in my whole life,” and “I wish you saw yourself the way that I see you.”

Sexual pleasure was a foreign concept to her, one that he’s slowly helped her enjoy. He absolutely loves taking care of her like that; he’s honored and privileged to be someone she feels safe enough to traverse into uncharted waters with.

It was uncomfortable at first. She slightly panicked the first time he brought her to the edge of an orgasm. She didn’t know how to let go; her body stayed tense no matter how much she tried to relax. With him came safety and security, that much she knew was true.

Spencer talked her through it, reassuring her that it was okay to relinquish herself to him and that he would take care of her. He reminded her of how grateful he was to be able to do this with her and kept his voice soft. He repeated to her that they could stop if she wanted.

His devoted reassurances calmed her enough to succumb to her desires. The desires that he had explained to her were only natural. She had never felt anything so intense or intimate with anyone else before, as she allowed herself to reach climax with his palm between her legs.

That first time, she was uneasy about him seeing her without anything covering her lower half. She compromised with herself and allowed him to solely remove her jeans. Since then, he’s seen various sections of her body barren. She slowly eased into letting him use his fingers on her without any covering. He was ecstatic for her, knowing that it was a huge step. 

The first time he put his mouth on her, she was apprehensive about letting him see her so up close. He soothed her by rubbing circles into her bare thighs and with tender words and promises. He swore that he’s loved what he’s seen of her thus far and thinks every inch of her is perfect.  

He taught her how to please him, which was liberating for her. It increased her self-confidence, and she was entranced by his reactions. Hearing him gasping and moaning for her minimized her inhibitions.

The night they decided to have sex for the first time wasn’t planned or scheduled. She didn’t want it to be, knowing she would’ve psyched herself out as the date and time approached. It happened naturally, as all of their experiences have.

They were at his apartment after a museum + dinner date. It was a romantic night that felt easy and relaxed. She kissed him in his entryway, and he pulled her in close by the hips. 

“I think I’m ready,” she whispered against his lips.

He pulled back from her just enough to make proper eye contact. “Are you sure?”

She nods wordlessly and a tad apprehensively. The prospect still makes her feel nervous, but she really is ready.

“We don’t have to, baby.” His thumbs brushed lightly over her hips, grounding her.

“I want to… Do you not want to?” The way she looks up at him twists at his heart. She’s doe-eyed and earnestly afraid he doesn’t want her like that.

“I do, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to imply that I don’t.” He watches her expressions intently and continues once some of the tension has left her face, “I want this very much.”

“Promise?” She shyly asks.

He exhales amusedly, “I promise. Can you promise to tell me if you change your mind, or if you need to stop, or even just pause for a minute?”

She smiles with an eager nod, “Pinky promise,” extending her littlest finger towards him.

He loves her so much; she’s so endearing. He wraps his pinkie around hers and leads her toward his bedroom with them still linked.

She’s perched on the edge of his mattress, and he’s leaned down to kiss her, hands on the side of her face, tilting her head up to meet his. As he deepens the kiss, he leans her backward to lie on the bed. 

Anticipation has every beat of her heart pulsing in her ears. Warmth is already starting to grow between her legs. Spencer slides a hand up her dress to her thigh, and she instinctively opens her legs for him.

He pulls back from the kiss, and she loosely grabs his tie. “Where are you going?” she whines.

He kneels at her feet and places both hands on her knees, “Just down here, honey.” She leans up on her elbows to see him undoing her shoes. 

He scatters kisses up her leg, so close to the place that she needs him most, then diverts to hold the hem of her dress. She wordlessly lifts her arms to allow him to pull the garment up and off of her, leaving her in just her bra and panties.

“You’re stunning,” he mutters, fingers grazing down her arms as his gaze scans her body. The tips of his fingernails bloom chills on her skin. It’s like she’s charged, and he’s activating the electricity in her veins.

Her arteries still twinge with nervousness, though. She doesn’t know what to expect, which leads her to ask him, “Wait, what’s the plan?”

He meets her eyes, and his head slightly tilts in question. “The plan?” 

“Can you tell me what you’re going to do?” She pulls at her fingers as they rest in her lap, and heat rises to her cheeks– feeling slightly embarrassed to ask him that.

Spencer nods and sits on the bed next to her, meeting her at eye level. He doesn’t want to tower over her and make her feel small or cornered.

“Well, first, I figured we would both take our clothes off.” His eyes remain locked on hers as he speaks, not wanting to miss any microexpression or emotional leakages. 

“Mhm, ” she hums high in her throat; she obviously knows their night would entail that. 

“Next, we could lie down together and just kiss a bit.”

“Then, I’d touch you the way I know you like...” He places a palm centered on her thigh, non-pressuring.

“...With my fingers and probably also my mouth, make sure you’re all loose and relaxed for me.”

Everything he’s described up to this point is familiar to her, so her nervousness pulls back like an ocean tide. 

“Then, if you still want me to, I’d ease myself –very slowly– inside of you.”

As with a tide, her anxiety comes rushing forward.

“What if it hurts?” She timidly asks.

His thumb draws small circles on top of her thigh, “It might, but we’d go at your pace. You can stop me at any time, you know that.”

He’s referring to her other firsts they’ve tentatively navigated together, where she’s asked him to stop or wait, and he’s completely frozen his movements.

“It’s still okay if you don’t want to, baby.”

“I do! I do want to!” The way she says it makes her feel a little childish. The words fall out of her unfiltered, a little too sincere. 

To prove her point, she reaches for his shirt and clumsily starts undoing the buttons. She’s not making very productive progress, so he gingerly wraps a hand around her wrist and replaces her fingers with his own– unbuttoning his shirt with practiced ease.

She wishes she still had something to do with her hands as she watches him, because now her brain has started worrying again. She knows that she is severely attracted to him and intensely wants to do this with him, but part of her is still stressed about performing the ‘right’ way. Running his plan back through her head, she relaxes, aware that her body knows what to do for the majority of the steps.

Spencer shrugs his shirt off his arms and tosses it to the floor, landing next to her dress. He then rises, sliding off his shoes before working at his belt, the sound of metal-on-metal clinging. She watches intently as he pushes his pants down his legs– the slow reveal of his bulge through boxers has her clenching her thighs together.

“We’re gonna keep these on for a bit, okay?” He gestures to his own underwear and then to hers. She nods.

He guides her up the bed to the pillows, slotting in right next to her. They shift to lie on their sides, facing each other. His fingertips graze her cheek, ever so softly.

“Hi, beautiful.”

Her cheeks were already flushed, his compliment has her tilting into an indisputable blush. He knows exactly how to make butterflies swarm in her stomach.

“Hey,” she bashfully responds.

Leaning his head closer, he brushes his nose against the side of hers– unrushed. She thinks that she could die from anticipation, so she tilts forward and connects their lips. It starts sweet and slow, before his palm holds her more firmly and tips her head to deepen the kiss.

She lightly moans into his mouth with relief. Kissing him is one of her favorite things to do; sometimes she wishes they could do this forever. The body's need for oxygen annoys her– she’s sure she needs this more. 

His other arm tucks under the pillow and into her hair as the kiss gets deeper and deeper– tongues sliding and stroking together. 

Reaching around her body with the hand that had settled on her cheek, he smoothly unclasps her bra. After turning her onto her back, he slides the garment off of her, leaning over her to resume their kiss.

Expectancy vibrates under her skin as he trails kisses down her neck to her collarbone, leaving light marks in his path. His mouth reaches her soft nipple, and she sighs when he wraps his lips around it, flicking it with his tongue. Her heart skips a beat when he looks up at her, wide-eyed and with darkened pupils. He kneeds her other breast gently, before alternating his ministrations.

Once her nipples are pebbled and moist with his spit, the cool air of his apartment sweeps over them, slowly washing away the warmth his mouth left.

“Spence…” She whines as he descends her body, kissing her ribs and stomach, before settling between her legs. 

“Shhh… I’ve got you,” Spencer whispers airily, breath brushing her inner thighs.

Wrapping his arms under her thighs, his thumbs draw soothing circles as he peppers her with kisses. He loves taking his time with her; tonight, he wants to extend her pleasure for as long as possible. Not only will doing so make it easier on her later, but he wants to savor this moment.

Eventually, his lips ghost over her lace-covered cunt. If every nerve in her body wasn’t as overactive as a live wire, she wouldn’t even feel it. He leisurely scatters kisses from her clit to her entrance and back, over and over, until he can feel her dampness through her panties.

The thought of telling him just to take them off crosses her mind, even telling him to just rip them off does too. His relentless teasing is getting to be too much, and she’s desperate for him to make direct contact with her.

After loosening his grip on one of her thighs, he runs his fingertip over the stitching of her underwear. Each brush along her inseam has her pushing her hips toward him. He’s less than an inch away from finally touching her, and her breathing is erratic. 

“Please…” She whispers. 

She never thought she’d be bold enough or self-assured enough to ask for what she needs like this. For a moment, she considers embarrassment, but it’s more out of habit than truth. 

He can’t deny her of anything she asks for, especially not when she’s being so forthcoming about her sexual desires. Spencer is so proud of her for getting to this point with him. 

“I’m sorry, baby, I shouldn’t tease you like this.”

Finally dipping his finger into her panties from the side, he can immediately feel how soaked she is. It’s difficult for him not to feel smug about it; it was his goal after all. 

At the feeling of his fingertip sliding through her folds— finally getting the skin-to-skin she needed —a low moan escapes her. 

His finger glides from her entrance to her clit, repeatedly. She’s so wet he’s easily able to slip through her folds. He dips the pad of his fingertip into her silky hole, a little further each time. The relief of the pressure that had been building there has her thighs relaxingly opening for him and breathy whimpers falling from her lips. 

Spencer considers making her cum just like this, with her panties still on (it wouldn’t have been the first time). But his hand desires less constriction, more freedom to please her properly. 

She gasps when he slides out of the side of her underwear, looking down at him with betrayal in her eyes. That is, until his fingers hook into her panties at her hips, and she’s biting her lip as she cants upward for him to pull them down her thighs. 

“Do you like them? I thought of you when I put them on.” She demurely asks. 

He did notice that she was adorned in purple lace; he notices everything, especially when it’s details that regard her. Hearing that she essentially chose them for him, not even knowing if they would do anything tonight, makes his brain buffer. 

He recovers quickly, remembering that she asked him a question, “I love them, honey, but I think they’d look even better on my floor.”

“Spencer Reid!” she appalls, hand dramatically on her chest for effect. 

His cheeks flush at his own smoothness; she brings out sides of him he barely knew existed. 

Settling back between her legs, with his arms hooked under her thighs again, his hands reach up to her waist to caress her there. “Yes?” He smiles with raised eyebrows. 

She can’t respond with his face this close to her heat; he knows that. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she gently guides him forward. 

He doesn’t need to be told twice, so he eagerly licks a flat stripe up the expanse of her cunt. 

“Yes…” she whines. 

The corners of his lips twist upwards as he continues his ministrations– suckling at her clit, rolling it gently between his lips. With her eyes fluttering shut, her other hand finds his, threading them together against her side. Spencer gently squeezes her as he intently watches her face.

As he shifts down to prod her entrance with his tongue, his nose bumps against her sensitive nerves. Once he feels her abdomen tensing under his hands, he returns to her clit, sucking her with fervor. 

“Spence… I--I’m gonna–” Their eyes briefly meet, and he gives her a quick nod of encouragement. Soon, her thighs tremble against him, and she squirms underneath him as he works her through her climax. Her grip on his hand tightens, and he soothingly strokes her with his thumb. 

When he lifts his head from between her legs, his lips glisten with evidence of her arousal; her breathing is labored. Tingling and gelatinous are her legs. 

Spencer ascends her body until their faces meet again. His hand cups her cheek, and she instinctively nuzzles into him. As he leans in to kiss her, she remembers when she was disturbed by the prospect of tasting herself on him. Now, the flavor of herself mixed with his tastes like devotion.

They softly and tenderly kiss as she comes down from her orgasm. 

“I love you…” She mumbles against his lips.

He pulls back just enough to look her in the eye, “I love you too, baby.”

“I want you.” She bashfully admits, and his heart flutters in his chest. 

It takes a remarkable degree of strength to tell her, “Let’s make you cum one more time like this…” His hand trails down her ribs, and she softly whines.

“But why?”

“I just want this to be as comfortable for you as possible. We don't need to rush.” Spencer nudges at her jawline with his nose as he litters kisses on her neck. His fingertips graze and tweak at her nipples before trailing the rest of the way down to the crease of her inner thighs, prompting her to separate them for him.

His fingertips glide over her clit with ease due to the lubricating moisture of her arousal and his saliva. He takes his time, leisurely stroking the nub before sliding a finger inside her entrance. Once she’s whimpering and rutting her hips into his hand, he adds a second finger and gingerly works her open– ensuring to graze her spongey tissue with each thrust. 

He knows her body extraordinarily well, knows exactly which buttons to press, and in exactly the right sequence. He knows the precise pressure to use and when to speed up or slow down. Her mind fades into blankness, like a chalkboard being slowly erased into clouded dust.

It’s not long before she’s burrowing her head into his neck, moans muffling into his skin. “There you go…” His words invigorate her impending orgasm. Body shuddering against his, a dreamy lightheadedness swirls behind her eyes.

She clings to his body as he shifts to open the drawer of his bedside table, blindly searching for a condom. 

“Honey? How are you feeling?” 

“Mmm… good…” She mumbles, slightly slurred. 

“Hey, I need you to come back.” He slides his hand up and down her side, attempting to ground her.

“I’m right here.” She airily giggles.

“Need you to be a little more awake, baby.” 

She leans up to slot her lips against his, and kisses languidly and measuredly as the veil of pleasure in her mind becomes translucent. Once she’s looking at him, eyes only a little hazy, “Do you still want to?”

She nods diffidently.

“Need you to tell me, baby.”

“Yes… I want you.”

He presses a kiss to her forehead before shifting down her body and kneeling between her thighs. He tears the condom open and is about to roll it on when she stops him, “Wait… Do we have to?” gesturing at the latex.

“That’s up to you, baby. Either way is good with me.”

“I want to feel you.” Her eyes are coated with desire; Spencer’s chest constricts at the sight of her like this.

“Fuck– Are you sure? Where do you want me to…” He rarely curses, but he’s struggling to subdue his own excitement of feeling her properly, as well. His thoughts are flighty with anticipation.

“To…?”

“Sorry–” His cheeks are flushed, and he still has the condom in one hand. He really doesn’t want his own nervous excitement to spill over onto her. He clears his throat and stuffs the condom back into the foil. “Where do you want me to finish?” He rubs his palms on the tops of her thighs, rooting himself in the touch.

“Um…” She didn’t consider this.

“The options are: inside of you, onto your stomach, or here onto the sheet.” He gestures at the area of bedding between her thighs. 

“...inside? Please?” The thumping of her heart increases in pace. She wants the full experience of sex with him.

He nods eagerly, “Okay. Whatever you want, I’ll give you anything.”

She watches as he spits into his hand and loosely jerks himself, spreading the moisture around. Briefly, she wonders how he’s going to fit inside of her. She pondered the same thing the first time she put her mouth on him, which resulted in her overexerting herself to try to fit all of him.

The memory and his resulting kindness to her encourage her to ask, “Can I help?”

“Oh– Yes… Yes, you can do anything you want.” She sits up slightly, and he guides his cock toward her mouth. Wrapping her lips around his tip, she gently massages the underside with her tongue. Spencer breathes out a soft groan, ravished by the feeling of her warm, wet mouth relieving the pressure that started growing once they got home.

She releases his tip with a quiet pop, then drags her tip up the sides of his length, from base to tip. After putting her mouth around him and sinking down a few times, careful not to agitate the rear of her throat too much. He gently pulls her off of him with an “Fu– Okay…” A string of spit connects her lip to him, and he has to close his eyes to collect himself.

“How was that?” She asks, coyly.

“Very good, very thorough.” He chuckles.

Settling back between her legs, he angles her knees upward, with her feet flat on the mattress. Her breathing quickens as he situates them. 

“One more time, are you sure?” 

“Yes, I’m 100% sure.”

“Thank you, honey. Thank you for trusting me with this.” His earnestness melts her.

Her body tenses as his tip glides through her drenched folds– up to her clit, and down to her entrance. 

“Hey, focus on me, okay?” He encourages her to maintain eye contact with him. 

She nods, “What you’re doing does feel nice…” Adding on, “I’m just nervous.”

“Try to relax for me, honey, it’ll be easier for you if you do.”

She takes a few deep breaths and really focuses on unclenching her muscles as his tip presses against her entrance. At first, the pressure is light, and she likes feeling his smooth skin against hers.

As he pushes in further, the pressure transforms into something that is somehow both sharp and dull.

“Wait… it hurts.” She breathlessly admits, her eyes widening in shock.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry, it’ll go away though, okay?”

She whines and grips his upper arms. Reaching down to circle lightly on her clit, he hopes it soothes her.

The stretching pain and satisfying pleasure he’s bringing her blur into each other at the seams.

“Take some big deep breaths for me?” He hates that he’s hurting her and wishes there was a way to take it all away.

As he pushes in a little farther, inch by painstaking inch, she feels dizzy. Her bones feel hot and her skin feels cold.

“Oh, my god.” She whines.

“You’re doing great, sweetheart.” He reassures her, eyebrows creased with concern for his girlfriend.

She moves a hand to the back of his neck, pulling his body down towards hers. The weight of him brings her comfort, like a weighted blanket. He places gentle kisses on her neck as he keeps pushing forward, until his hips finally slot against hers. A soft groan falls from his lips as he bottoms out.

“There you go, that’s all, you did it.” He tells her like he’s not absolutely huge, like he’s not practically splitting her open from the inside out. 

“That’s all?!” She can barely speak, but she hopes he catches her sarcastic drift. The persistent ache in her stomach feels tight.

Spencer laughs lightly, and she can feel each point of contact of his body vibrating, from his chest to his cock now buried deep inside of her. 

He shifts his head to press his forehead on hers, missing her eye contact, “Are you okay?” The minty air of his breath fans her face as he whispers. She finds it comforting and refreshing. 

She attempts a nod, “Can I just… have a second?”

“Of course, baby. You can have as long as you need, you can have anything.”

“Kiss?” She endearingly asks.

His head tilts, and he emits a small smile, “Of course, honey.”

The delicate press of his lips juxtaposes perfectly with the intensity occurring between her legs.

Pulling away from the kiss, she shyly asks, “Does it feel good for you?”

“Yes, sweetheart. You feel amazing.” She’s molded around him like clay, shaping around him as if she were made to do so. As if she were made just for him.

She’s noticed and is grateful for his endearments becoming more frequent; she finds comfort in each and every one. 

Spencer continues using light pressure on her clit and uses his other hand to soothingly stroke her hair. She can feel him sporadically and uncontrollably twitching inside of her.

Eventually, the stretch dissipates and she’s able to focus solely on the pleasure he’s giving her, “I think… I– I’m ready?”

“I’m gonna go really slow, okay?”

She nods, adding to her perpetual state of lightheadedness. Spencer pulls back just a few inches before gently pushing forward again. Her eyebrows furrow together, and her grip on him tightens. Drawing back a little more each time, he repeats his movements– tentative and unhurried.

The pressure still feels bizarre, and the pain slowly dissipates, but her brain can’t seem to fully process the stimulation.

“You’re doing perfectly, you’re so perfect.” The slight rasp and breathlessness in his voice goes straight to her core. She believed him when he said she felt amazing, but hearing the proof of his sentiment in his voice made it feel real. His voice tingles her overwired veins.

She pulls him down to kiss her again, and soon the pain completely fades away, turning into overwhelming pleasure. 

She feels dazed. She is akin to the spinning blue wheel of a loading computer. Her brain is trying to make sense of the foreign pleasure, but it's overriding her senses.

“Spencer…” She tentatively moans.

“Yeah? Is it feeling better now?” His voice is impossibly soft and tender– somehow more so than usual.

“Mhm,” she whines.

He finds a consistent pace, slowly pulling more and more of himself out of her with each thrust. Soon, he’s able to pull out until just his tip remains, and gently thrust all the way to the hilt. Doing so makes him groan low in his throat.

“That’s my girl. You’re taking me so well.”

The pleasure radiates throughout her entire body: centralized at her core and fizzling out into her fingertips and toes. She can feel him everywhere. It’s like he’s contacting every inch and atom within her body and rearranging them. She feels forever changed by this experience with him.

Her gasps and moans come out more and more as he continues. She looks down between their bodies and sees flashes of his cock as he thrusts in and out of her. Suddenly struck with the desire to see more, “Wait,” He immediately freezes. “Can I see?”

A familiar wrinkle forms between his brows, one that she’s seen appear dozens of times throughout their relationship. It’s the one that forms when he’s thinking attentively.

“What do you mean?” He breathes out, voice sounding ruined.

Her flushed cheeks increase in heat; gesturing down to where their bodies are connected, “Us. Can I see?”

Nodding, he gingerly adjusts their position, relocating his hand from between her legs to behind her back to help her slightly sit up. Her muscles tense at the movement, but relax as his fingertips meet her skin. 

He’s almost entirely out of her, just his tip remains notched inside her entrance, “Like this?”

After she bobs her head yes, he slowly pushes back inside of her. Her jaw drops as she watches him disappear into her depths. Being able to match the feeling with an explicit visual elicits her loudest moan yet. She still wonders how he’s able to fit inside of her. Any thoughts about asking are halted when his tip reunites with her cervix– her mind pausing like a stopped video. Gutteral moans escape her body.

“How’s that?” Spencer has a decent hypothesis of what her answer is, but desires to hear her say it.

She can’t speak. She can’t respond. It’s pleasantly entirely too much. The angle shift amplified the sounds of their bodies meeting; the sound of her wetness squishing around him is so lewd.

He’s reached places within her that nobody has ever been before, and she hopes nobody else gets to touch again. She wants him to remain the sole explorer of her body. 

So bewildered by him and the pleasure he’s bringing her, she begins falling backward toward the pillow. His hand quickly cups the back of her head to prevent her from crashing into the headboard. Intuitively, her legs then wrap around his waist, reminding her of when he told her to trust her instincts the first time he fingered her. She was so worried about acting the ‘right’ way, about doing something wrong, and he reassured her that he didn’t want anything specific from her. He’s always just wanted to make her feel good.

Her ankles hook behind his hips, opening her up for him to get impossibly deeper inside of her. She can feel him deep and low in her stomach; he grazes her sensitive tissue with each thrust. He’s reached parts of her that she didn’t know existed, and not just in a sexual manner. Spencer has reached into the depths of her heart and scraped out all of her insecurities, replacing them with certainty that she can be wanted just as she is. 

The sounds they’re making together create the most romantic song she’s ever heard– tangled moans and breaths intersperse with the thwack of their pelvises meeting.

“I love you,” she wails.

“I love you too, baby, so so much.” She can see the truth of his statement in his doting eyes.

“You feel really good,” She moans to him.

Reaching down between them to resume pressured circles on her clit, her back arches up into him, pressing their chests flush together. Her head tilts into the pillow, and she makes her most libertine moans, whines, and whimpers yet. 

Soon, a familiar tautness brews in her stomach; a wave of coldness flows through her blood.

“I–I think–” 

She doesn’t need to finish her sentence; she doesn’t need to say anything at all. He already knows what she was trying to tell him and can feel what she means. Her hands fall from his body and clench into the sheets.

“Let it out, baby. Let me feel you cum around me.” 

Surrounded by her walls pulsing and her thighs trembling, she climaxes with a ragged cry. 

It’s the most intense orgasm she’s ever had in her life. She didn’t know that it was possible to feel something so fierce and powerful. Spencer has completely unraveled her. She can’t form a single thought. Each attempt at coherence dissipated before her brain could reach a conclusion.

“‘m close,” he murmurs as he separates from her clit, tangling their fingers together instead. His other hand meets the side of her neck, and his head falls into her opposite shoulder.

As his thrusts get erratic and messy, his grunts reverberating into the crook of her collarbone do too. Soon, his cum fills the limited space available inside of her– hot and determined.

Constellations form behind her eyes, points scattering through every part of her body. He’s an artist, and she’s the canvas. Their limbs tingle like TV static.

As he comes down, he melts into her body like wax– light shudders breaking through like the wick of a candle.

For a moment, they just lie there together, not wanting the moment to end. Her hand not being held by his caresses his warm back. They intertwine together into a mess of limbs.

She’s completely exhausted, debilitated. Thinking she could fall asleep like this, his head slowly rose, waking her up from her stupor.

His fingertips graze and draw patterns where they had settled against her neck as he stares down at her with pure adoration. “You’re so beautiful.”

Blushing, she hesitates for a moment. She’s never quite known how to accept his compliments, not since they began. It’s not that she disbelieves him; she knows he’s not a liar. Something within her has changed, though. This experience together has rewritten the code of her existence. His eyes are full of unmistakable devotion, and she realizes it’s the way he’s always looked at her.

“Thank you… So are you.” She murmurs.

His eyes flicker with pure joy at her not shying away from his admiration. Leaning forward, he presses his lips to hers, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Spencer.”

“Thank you for being here and letting me see you like this…” His eyes shimmer with brewing tears, and he swallows hard before looking down, “Sorry– I just love you a lot.” 

She pulls him into a silent hug, his nose plunging into her hair. He’s so incredibly sweet, charming, and endearing; her heart aches with love for him. She’s never felt so safe and secure with anyone else before, and it makes it harder to remember why she was ever afraid.

By the time he pulls out of her, he’s completely softened. It makes the removal less jarring, but she still whines softly at the loss. He lies beside her after, and she turns to lie her head on his chest, arm slinging over his waist.

“How are you feeling? Was it okay?” He genuinely inquires, one hand caressing her arm and the other on her spine.

“‘m sleepy…” She admits. She can barely keep her eyes open and she’s molded completely into his side. She almost forgets to answer his second question and amusedly lets out a breath at her obvious answer: “It was incredible… You were incredible. I couldn’t have asked for anything more… It was better than anything I ever imagined.”

“Oh, good,” he exhales in relief, “I didn’t want it to be anything less than that for you.”

“You did–” she yawns, “--a good job…” 

He lightly laughs and lets the moment pass, gratified by her answer. He doesn’t wait too long to tell her, “Don’t fall asleep yet, sweetheart. I need to go get us a washcloth.”

She whines in disapproval and tightens her grip on his waist.

“I know,” he hums in agreement, “but I’ll be right back, and we can go to sleep right after. I promise.” 

Relenting, she loosens her arm and grumbles, “Okay.”

Spencer, always true to his word, does return quickly with a warm, damp washcloth to wipe her with. Tenderly, he cleans her while she lies half-asleep, leaving soothing kisses on her thighs as he does.

He holds her until she falls asleep– bare skin adhered together. Neither of them has ever adored someone so much, and they didn’t know if they’d ever get the opportunity to.

They both now understand the true meaning of making love. Their romantic and emotional connection has increased so much that it’s a wonder it still fits in their bodies. She figures that’s how she’s able to see fondness and passion in his eyes– it has nowhere else to go, but outward.

(i really wanted to go about this delicately in the case that anyone reading it has never had sex before. yes, virginity is widely a social construct, but it’s still incredibly vulnerable and kinda scary to do it for the first time, as it is with doing really anything for the first time. there's no single right way for it to happen: everyone's experience is different. i do think that everyone deserves kindness, patience, and respect when it comes to their first time, though. 

honestly i was very self-indulgent with writing this because it’s kinda how i wish that some of my first experiences went, but that’s just me and my desires! i’m gonna shut up now before i start over-sharing, but if anyone wants to talk to me about this in the replies or dms or even anon asks, i will happily continue yapping lol)

pretty pls ignore any mistakes, i worked on this for daysss and simply cannot stare at it any longer!!!

[haydenssweetheart]

18+mdni. warnings: oral (f receiving). that's the premise of the blurb

ANAKIN SKYWALKER liked positions with you that made you whimper louder than you normally would. he liked hearing your cries for him, ones that he knew he could only elicit.

which is why he had you hoisted above the ground, your pussy right to his face. he had your back pressed against the wall, while he supported your thighs with your left leg swung over his shoulders, the other barely draped over his arm as you became limp in his grasp.

"ani!" you gasp as he softly nips your clit with his teeth, followed by his tongue soothing it with insistent lapping from your pussy to the very same sensitive bud.

holding you was easy, you felt almost weightless to him, his height and size. you looked beautiful spread out for him in his arms, at his mercy, letting him ravish you.

"that's it sweet girl." he murmurs against your center, where he increases his grip on your thighs, moving his thumbs in gentle circles before pressing his tongue into you, causing you to let out a low moan.

he knows how hard you're making him, the feeel of the strain of his cock against his pants was becoming increasingly more uncomfortable. as opposed to having you in bed and eating your sweet cunt, which he also loved, he was usually able to find some friction then as he did it. but there was nothing to grind against to provide a moment of relief, making him all the more needy.

your fingers had locked themselves in his hair, tugging at the strands and doing what you could to grind against his face. he lifts his head to gaze at you, your pupils blown wide, but beyond that, he can see how soft your eyes become looking at him.

"you like using me baby? you wanna cum on my face?" he asks, his face hovering centimeters from dipping back to eating you again. your leg tightens around him and he can be sure if he was inside of you, he would've felt you squeeze his cock.

you nod. "yes. anakin please. don't stop."

he hums. "what a good girl. using her manners when she's so desperate."

he would love to have his fingers in you, but that would require putting you down, and making you cum in this position was entirely too good for him. he dips his head further toward your core, so his nose brushes your clit while he's able to continue his tongue fucking.

you mumble, your grip getting tighter in his hair.

"what's that baby?" he doesn't pull himself away from you, letting his voice vibrate against your pussy.

"m'gonna cum," you pant out, "anakin!"

he knows he overstimulates you sometimes, but when you cum for him, on his face like this, he can't help but contine, to taste all of you. he just loves you so much, how could he not?

[r0ttn]

⤷ ゛ ˎˊ˗ cuddling with anakin turns into lazy fucking | 0.5k | mdni

content warnings: piv sex, spooning sex, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, fluff

note: this is a rewrite of one of my fics from a prev. fandom. enjoy! ♡

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your back is pressed up against his chest, his arm lazily thrown over your abdomen, the heat of his body radiating into yours beneath the rumpled sheets. you can feel his cock against your ass through his boxers, thick through the thin fabric, and as much as you try to fight it, you just can’t help but slowly roll your hips back, seeking that delicious friction.

he doesn’t do anything at first, staying perfectly still, but he knows exactly what you’re doing. he waits it out to see how long you’ll last and how desperate you’ll get, his breath steady and warm against the nape of your neck.

you do it again, and again, grinding back with a little more insistence each time, and even though he’s still not acknowledging it out loud, his cock hardens with each swivel of your hips, swelling fully against you until the rigid length pulses hotly through his boxers.

he’s the first to crack, his mechanical hand coming down to grip your ass tight, fingers sinking into the soft flesh and making you chuckle breathlessly. next thing you know he’s pulling your shorts down to your knees as well as his boxers, the cool air brushing over your bare skin for only a moment before his body presses back in close. he rubs the tip through your already soaked folds, groaning softly in your ear, the sound low and rough with need.

“you're so needy,” he whispers, gently nipping at your pulse point as you mewl. “always wanting my cock inside of you.”

he pushes just the tip in and you moan hotly, the stretch of him making your walls flutter around that thick head as you bring your hand to clasp over his that’s on your hip. he gently ruts against you, enjoying the feeling of your tight, warm cunt lightly spasming around him as you adjust to his size, savoring the slick, velvety heat that grips him so perfectly.

he takes it slow, reveling in the soft, breathy moans you make with each shallow thrust, the lazy drag of his cock building that sweet, aching pleasure deep inside you. he brings his hand to your cunt, spreading the wetness up to your clit before rubbing shapeless patterns against the throbbing bud. you cum without warning, your body shuddering hard against his as the orgasm crashes through you, and he gently coaxes you through it. pressing tender kisses along your neck while his hips keep that same slow rhythm.

“there you go, baby,” he groans, still tracing light circles on your pulsating clit. “you’re so beautiful when you cum for me.”

he brings another orgasm out of you before he finally releases, shooting thick, hot ropes of cum deep within your cunt, filling you completely as his cock throbs inside you. he buries his face in your neck as he comes down from his high, his hands squeezing the soft skin of your hip with tenderness.

“fuck..,” he says through soft pants, gently easing himself out of you with a wet, filthy sound. “i love you. you know that?”

“i love you, too, anakin,” you whisper, turning onto your back to find him staring at you adoringly.

[mammonspuppy]

👉👈 mammon teaching a shy mc how to make out? him simulataneously being so so excited that he gets to teach them and nervous bc !!! it’s mc !!! fuck yeahhh !!!!!

maybe a little body worship as well.. look just saying he should be feeling up my fat tits and tummy and tilting my head so he can get his tongue in my mouth !!!!! nb or fem reader whichever you prefer for this if you get to it ^^

(fem!reader)

growing up quiet and introverted, you'd missed out on a lot of experiences. relationships, first dates and holding hands, kissing. it was all foreign to you, and having to say it out loud was so embarrassing, you just wanted the floor to open up and swallow you whole. but mammon had gotten the idea that your hesitation in taking your relationship further came from disinterest in him and not from a lack of experience. so, now here you were, face hotter than the sun as you explained the fact that he was your first.. everything.

eyes down cast, you miss the way his entire face lights up like a firework at the news, heart racing in his chest as he ran your words over in his head. he bragged about being your 'first pact' to everyone any chance he got, but being your first boyfriend? the first to take you out on a date? first kiss? oh. oh wow. he could probably lift the entire house up with one hand right now.

taking a deep breath in to get his emotions under control, he scooted closer to your side and wrapped his arm around you, tugging you in close and rubbing soothing circles over your arm . "that's totally cute.. don't be embarrassed 'bout it, them human boys aint deserving of ya anyways," he says, voice soft and comforting as he presses a sweet kiss to your temple, "now ya get the honor of havin' yer first times with the great mammon! cmon, smile!" his fingers press into the sensitive, soft flesh of your side, ticklish, and you squirm, giggling quietly as you pressed into him, seeking more comfort. "you're stupid," you mumble playfully, and he gasps dramatically, scooping you up into his arms and plopping you down in his lap, warm hands holding your face between his rough palms. "stupid?! y'know i eat disrespectful lil humans, right? ya better watch out!"

you laugh more at his threat, shoulders shaking with each giggle that escapes you, and he smiles widely despite just threatening to eat you, relieved to see that insecure, sad expression erased off your face. thumb rubbing over the corner of your mouth, he's suddenly hit with the weight of being your first. he can't mess up here, he'd never forgive himself for ruining your first kiss, and the thought of you going around with that memory of him has his stomach twisting nervously. he'd die of embarrassment, and he wants to spend–at least– another millennium with you, so he just cant drop dead yet. sucking in a deep breath through his nose, he squishes your cheeks between his hands and leans in close to bump his nose into yours. "kissin' aint too scary. well, like, there's the possibility of them biting yer tongue off–but! agh! dont think 'bout that! yer tongue's safe with me, promise!"

seeing him fumble, obviously feeling just as nervous as you, is comforting. you can feel your body slowly relaxing into his hold, reaching up to fidget with the collar of his shirt to keep your hands busy. "i trust you," you murmur softly, breath brushing against mammon's lips with how close you two are, and mammon whines in response, squishing your face until your lips pucker as a wave of cuteness aggression washes over him. it really wasn't fair! this must be the true punishment michael had in store for him, sending the sweetest little human girl to torment him with her soft words and complete trust in him. he seriously might have to eat you at this point. "good.. ya can trust me with anythin', yknow that? dont go to anyone else, just come right to me, always." you nod in agreement immediately, and mammon lets out a long sigh of relief before slowly pushing forward those scant inches between you.

gentle and sweet, that's what your first kiss is.

so simple, just lips pressed to yours, but your heart feels like it's about to beat out of your chest. you were so excited you'd forgotten to close your eyes, and when mammom peeks at you, he jumps a little, carefully pulling back as his face flushes. "h-hey! close yer eyes, yeah? cmon," gentle thumbs press against your eyelids, and you mumble a quiet apology as you let them fall closed. mammon's lips find yours again once he's sure you'll keep your eyes closed, and this time the kiss is firmer, confident. he releases your face to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you in against his chest while rubbing his palms up and down the length of his back. his teeth find your bottom lip, gently scraping over the sensitive flesh before soothing it with a sweet lick, and you poke your tongue out to return it, tongue meeting his. a little groan vibrates against your mouth, and mammon squeezes your sides tight as he tries to tug you in even closer. "ah, open yer mouth f'me, mkay? just a lil bit," he whispers, and you listen without a thought, parting your lips.

his tongue is in your mouth not a second later, dragging over every inch of space he can reach, and it feels good. the thought of it is strange, someone's tongue in your mouth, but a quiet moan builds in your throat the longer it goes on, your own tongue hesitantly pressing against his as you try your best to copy what mammon's doing. and mammon's gone, brain turned to mush the second he heard that little noise come from you. on cloud nine, he's moving purely on instinct when his hands come up to hold your jaw, applying enough pressure to get your mouth to open wider as he deepens the kiss, pushing in closer and closer until you end up on your back underneath him. he can't get enough. he's had plenty of kisses, but this is you, and you're clumsily with the way you kiss back, and your fingers are curling in his hair, and it's so perfect, he never wants it to end. hands pushing up underneath your shirt, he palms at your soft tummy, thumbs rubbing into the extra soft part underneath your bellybutton, and he wants to bite you. leave teeth marks all over the soft flesh of your tummy and trace them with his tongue. slipping up further to squeeze your tits, he wants to do the same there. pinching your nipple through the fabric of your bra, he comes back to his senses for a moment when you gasp into his mouth.

"shit–sorry, is this okay?" he asks sweetly, eyes darting around your face looking for any kind of discomfort, but all he sees is a shy little smile. "yeah, s'okay.. don't stop," you murmur to him, gently scratching over the nape of his neck, and mammon doesn't think he'd be able to pull himself away from you even if the house was collapsing on top of him. pressing back in, he catches your mouth in a sloppy kiss, spit smeared over the corners of your lips as his hands continue groping you, no longer hesitant now that he's got your permission. tugging at your bra until your tits spill out, his fingers are quick to find your sensitive nipples, pinching and tugging until you started to whine. he wanted to record all the little noises you were making right now so he could listen to them over and over on repeat, but that was something he could bring up later.

he whimpers when you tilt your head away, panting for air as more moans escaped from your swollen lips. burying his face into the crook of your neck, he mouths wetly at the skin of your throat, intending to leave more than a few marks. he wanted everyone to know he got to do this with you, that you wanted him, that you trusted him. nuzzling his nose into the space behind your ear, he nips at your earlobe playfully, smiling happily when you jump in surprise. "sooo.. rate me outta five stars," he whispers into your ear, teasing, and when you giggle he laughs with you, lifting his head to smother your cheek in kisses, "cmonnn, tell me 'm awesome..."

you swat him away, only for him to tuck his head back into the crook of your neck, wrapping you up in his arms tight. rubbing your cheek into his soft hair, you hum quietly in thought for a moment. "hmmm.... four stars."

"HAH?! FOUR?!"

i haven't had my first kiss yet, and i am nervous someone will bite my tongue off. i think about it a lot. eugh...

[trashy-corvian]

WE ARE SO BACK i missed drawing him so much~

[cursedcola]

Synopsis: Years have passed since your homecoming to Earth. Your 'time' concluded and farewell inevitable at the hands of fate. After concluding their years at NRC, Wonderland's finest take it upon themselves to transcend dimensions and find the person who left without so much as a farewell. The catch is, they have no idea where you are, what this universe is like, and have to make a life for themselves in the meantime. How would they adapt to life on earth? A/N: Hello everyone! This series makes an appearance after all these years, thanks to commissioner BunBun over on Ko-Fi! Imagine my surprise when I got the requisition notice, just to see that someone wanted a new addition (Savanaclaw) to one of my long-buried series'. Thank you so much to BunBun for their support and for asking me to share this with all of you! Characters: Everyone. Warnings: None lol. This is for my own enjoyment! Part(s): Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, and Diasmonia You are here!: Savanaclaw! --- Masterlist: (1) | (2) Requisitioners MasterList: Here Make a commission of your own!: Here If you'd like to learn more about my commission rates, my medical journey, and the reasons why I now operate on a commission system: Click Here!

Nothing could have prepared the students of NRC for what lied beyond the mirror. A world unlike any of them ever known with magic being virtually non-existent ( or so it appears to the general public). With nothing but the clothes on their backs, falsified basic identification, personal items, and the small bits of knowledge gathered from you; these young adults have one mission - find the dimension hopping prefect, and try to stay out of prison. It was time to split up, cover as much ground as possible, and make a life in this unfamiliar reality.

Let us see how these fresh minds conform to 'Life on Earth' !

Savanaclaw Residence:

Africa // Australia

Location: Cairo, Egypt (Starting point) 

Occupation: Nomad

Let’s make one thing clear, Leona doesn’t stay in one place. His entire life on Earth is composed of what he can fit in a drawstring bag. Leona has zero intention to stay in your world and doesn’t want any belongings tying him down when the time comes. Which it will. There are no negotiations on this matter. Despite his gripes with Twisted Wonderland, that’s where his goals are. 

Well, most of his goals. The ones that don’t involve hauling you over his shoulder and back where you belong. His plan is to grab you by the scruff the first chance he gets, lay it all bare, and cast off the regret of letting you go without a word. 

He also plans to use this ‘opportunity’ to take advantage of his new liberties. No Felena on his back for a bit. Leona low-key wants to see as much of your world as he can. Study its politics from the view of the common man as well as the news. 

When everyone first landed - he took one look at the map and said ‘put me wherever,’ because he knew he wouldn’t stay in one place for long. 

Leona is also pessimist number one on the situation. He doesn’t have much hope of finding you just by travelling around. The odds of it? Close to nothing. They don’t even know for certain if this world is your home. Just a word from the lizard who pulled strings with a tracking spell no one had any idea existed. Leona’s letting the others figure it out. Not because he doesn’t  want to. No. Hah. He has WORDS for your dimension hopping ass the moment someone’s caught a lead. You will be hearing from him. Every grievance. 

He’s just…taking the opportunity to get a better grasp on where you’re from. 

Moving on – he covers plenty of land in a short period. Lion on a mission (not without help. Remember for later). The Madagascar, expanse of South Africa, Nigeria, Sudan. Algeria, Mali, Ghana – however long it takes, he keeps moving. Lives out of hostels. 

Isn’t it funny? This is the lifestyle that would give Ki’faji a heart attack. One of Leona’s few items is a decent quality camera along with a little leatherbound journal. He’ll have plenty of documentation to bring back home and implement. 

It helps that Africa’s general way of life (trade, climate, geography, class system, etc) is closest to the Sunset Savannah. He didn’t intend for the lineup. Guess he just got lucky, or the gods threw him a bone.

The luck continues, because people in hotter climates dress covered for protection from the weather. He won’t give up his chaps and jeans, but goes for a Galabeya (long sleeve, cotton, lightweight but full coverage). Just to be safe, he keeps to himself a lot and doesn’t mingle with locals beyond the necessities. Curls his tail around his thigh under the long shirt and uses his travel sack as a weight to keep it from blowing up. He wears the same sandals we know him to have back in Wonderland. High quality leather really lasts. 

Leona refuses to wear a hat to hide his ears. In daylight, he goes for a headscarf. When moving or at night, he pulls his hair up to help them blend in (sometimes will wrap his braids around them). You have to really look to see them. 

Although, because he’s on the go, his clothes get ruined easily. Again. He discards them and picks up whatever is common in the country he’s stopped in. Leona has no preference. 

It’s odd for him, being in a place so similar to home but not. He’ll order a serving of Mandazi on a whim when his stomach starts to gurgle, not knowing what it is but willing to take whatever’s being sold for a decent price. Then bites into it without looking and realizes he’s had it hundreds of times back at the palace. 

Or he’ll see a tour offered down the Nile River, and decide that a bit of tourism is better than looking at the same streetwares he’s been staring at for two hours. He doesn’t care too much until the guide starts talking about how its predictable flooding acts as a key factor in Egypt’s agriculture and civiliazation. 

Bane turned boon, his people could learn from how others in similar climates adapt. 

He goes through ‘Stone Town’ in Zanzibar, Tanzania - and revels in how Indian, Arabic, and other cultures have converged into this trade hub. He notes ways to help establish better trade within the Savannah, thinking of cities with less investment that sit on convergence points. Ways to mimic. 

The list goes on. For Leona, Life On Earth is an educational opportunity. A once in a lifetime chance to both see some of the lifeblood of where you come from, while also gaining insights on ideas neither his brother or any councilman has the ability to.  

He hasn’t forgotten his goal. Why is he here. Leona’s just a realist, and knows how to weigh his odds. Despite that little leatherbound book being filled with notes for his country, there are entries about a person that have no purpose beyond an outlet for a prince’s roaming heart. 

Location Cairo, Egypt (Starting Point) 

Occupation: Freelance // Side Gigs. 

Pessimist number two, and the main reason that pessimist number one is able to travel around without starving to death. Where else do you think Leona is getting the money to survive? 

Let’s get into the contract that’s sealing Ruggie’s future made of gold madol. 

Ruggie’s mentality is the same as Leona’s. The latter thought he’d go off somewhere cushy to spend his time here, maybe start building a small cushioning for when you’re found – but nah. Ruggie’s right there next to Leona when standing over the world map.

Get in, get out, get going. Leona can make whatever assumption he wants, but the reason Ruggie isn’t killing himself with side gigs is because your world’s money isn’t going to mean anything when they get back to Twisted Wonderland. Which he will be doing, because his grandma is waiting for him. 

Meanwhile – he hopes you realize what’s been put on pause just so he can drag your butt home. Will lecture you, number deux. The moment he realized you went home without letting him at least air out the mush you’ve made of his mind? Yeah. Rare hyena rage and initiative. 

No staying with him. He’s worked too hard to help pull his gran out of the pit to give up. Like Leona though, he plans to let the other ones do the heavy work. He’ll just swoop in once there’s a lead and take the spoils. 

A deal is made. In exchange for all the extra work he does in your world (helping Leona survive and do his research), the prince promises Ruggie a hefty bonus back home. Enough to feed the kids from his village for months, set his family up in a nice middle-class home, maybe get the good channels on cable TV. Basically every commission pay he makes is in Leona’s black book, logged and timed, and it’ll be tripled back to Ruggie in madol once they get back. He isn’t wasting a moment in this world because every second goes towards making life back home secure. 

In a twisted way, you abandoning him also opened the door for him to truly keep you. To want you. He’ll have the funds, the connections, the security – finally. He’ll have it all. 

The one who books hostels, bargains and barters, cooks and gets travel tickets – all of it. He takes gigs everywhere they stop. Washes dishes to pay for their meals, drives a taxi for the two months they stay in Uganda, pawns some of Leona’s neck jewelry at first to make their ends meet but his employer didn’t seem particularly attached. It got them the funds to rent the car and make it all back.

Although...he does need Leona more than he'll let go to the lion's head. Leona's the one who picks up languages like nothing and with all the travelling they do? Ruggie will buy (or swipe) the damn textbooks. Although most languages in your world align with those spoken in subsets of the Savannah. Good thing Leona knows most at an adept level.

Survival is in Ruggie's blood. All his knowledge comes to use while backpacking in a world that will chew you up and spit you out if you’re not careful. There are times when he's tempted to go join another group. If he asked Kalim, their fun-loving ‘friend’ would wire thousands in whatever currency they needed. Dude got rich quick…some guys are just lucky. 

Despite being an opportunist, Ruggie won’t do it. No matter how much Leona pisses him off when he forgets that they don’t carry weight here or makes an absurd request. It’s worth it this time to do it without any help. Ruggie doesn’t want to owe anyone ANYTHING once you’re found. He has plans, and no one is getting in the way of it. 

Although…he does lose focus when looking at all the reformation programs put in place across Africa. He sees the way local groups come together to help get underprivileged children proper education and what plans are put in place to aid the impoverished. Ruggie doesn’t give a shit about your world’s history, spoken bluntly. Yet Leona better be making notes on agriculture improvement and aid programs. He might take a glance at that book just to see what ideas are being stored away. 

Unlike his backpacking partner, Ruggie doesn’t try so hard to blend into the shadows. Doesn’t have to when he’s the face man. Keeps his clothing lightweight and modern. Full coverage with the headscarf as well, but sticks to clothes similar to what he’d wear in the slums. Ankle-length cotton pants, plain tunic, travel sack on his back, wallet strapped to his chest under his shirt, weaved moccasins – he keeps his colors in the beige and sage category at all times. Cheaper dyes and less attention. 

Also as the faceman, he’s the one making connections. Nothing long term. Just enough shmoozing to distract a saleswoman while pocketing an extra loaf of bread. Again. He doesn’t plan to stay. Ruggie is not above committing sleight-of-hand crimes while on Earth. It’s the same mentality he’s always had, just a different terrain. 

Overall, he doesn’t care. Not where they go, not who they see, not what they eat or what ‘excursions’ they take part in. All Ruggie wants is to get the call that someone has a lead. Next to his wallet, the only item he holds close to his chest is the phone Shroud gave everyone at the very start. He won’t ever pawn it, and keeps it strapped to his thigh under his pants at all times. 

Ruggie’s patient. He’s used to waiting, but that doesn’t make it any easier. When his feet ache and his thread is close to fraying – he just thinks ‘a little more’ because he’s invested too much from the first moment he made you smile to give up now. 

Location: Bundaberg, Australia 

The lone wolf. Jack doesn’t need anyone on his tail. Wherever no one else wants to be, he will go. The option to join his upperclassmen was there. He remembers Leona watching him with a quirked eyebrow when everyone chose their roles, a silent ‘you coming?’ spoken in a look. Jack appreciated the offer, but too many people in one spot does no one any good. 

And frankly, Jack would rather navigate your world with fresh eyes than do so under authority. This entire situation goes against his principles…and yet, here he is. Following you on yet another adventure. Possibly the magnum opus of it all. 

Pessimist three. It runs in the dorm. Walking around aimlessly is unproductive. He has no idea what the other ‘normal’ guys plan to do. Aka the non-extremeists. In Jack’s opinion, their best bets are those who can climb social spheres easily and put the ah - frankly, criminal - skills to use. The ones with a plan. He heard Riddle muttering about going straight for the western government, and knows Shroud won’t twiddle his thumbs when there’s an entire digital world to explore. Even someone like Cater or Vil. People who can draw a crowd, draw attention; people you know and will recognize on sight even if through a screen. 

To Jack, it doesn’t matter who finds you. Just that he gets the chance to see you again. Hear your voice and say everything that keeps him up past his bedtime. He won’t go home until he hears it straight from your mouth that you’re happy here…without him (with him? Would he stay? He can’t think of that just yet). 

That doesn’t mean he gives up. Jack travels plenty on his weekends. It’s where most of his spare money goes. 

Occupation: Retail Associate 

On the topic of money, Jack doesn’t need much. He works retail at a home improvement store. Think of the ‘Home Depot’. Not really into getting higher up or anything. He wakes up, ties his smock on like any hard working joe, and sets to help out whichever poor middle-aged woman that saunters up to the paint desk with twenty samples and no idea what her 14 year old daughter wants. He learned quickly that it’s usually the most eye-rotting shade of teal. 

He mainly took the job for work in the warmer seasons. It does his mind good to care for the plants or help carry bags of fertilizer for those planting a garden. His manager gets a bit too reliant with it, since no one on his shift ever works out as much as he does. Yet it’s all part of a day’s work. 

He lives in a one-bedroom apartment. Minimalistic style with plenty of plants. He’s not out here decorating to the nines, but Jack wants his house to feel like a home. In a way, he wants you to be proud of him when you finally meet again. If he can manage to make a life for himself in your world, just like you did in his, then it has to stand for something…right? 

Very much a homebody too. The one neighbors call to pant/pet sit or help move furniture. 

At first, he just chose Australia by proxy. He ends up oddly taken with it as the weeks pass by. He gets really into Rugby and as a big guy with a lot of pent up energy? Yeah. It’s not hard for him to find a spot on a local team. Occasionally he sends pictures from work, games, etc to the NRC group chat. That’s the most people hear from him though. 

Curses whatever fucking sadist invented vegimite. It’s the bane of his existence and he can smell it the second someone in the complex opens a jar. On the first day he moved in, a neighborly elderly couple treated him to breakfast. He couldn’t say no to their kindness, neither the steak, eggs, hash, and…vegimite toast. Especially when they saw he liked plants and gifted him some potted hydrangeas.

It…was hard to finish. Yet he managed. 

Jack loves the nature reserves and preserves across Australia. They’re usually where he travels to. His home is on the coast, but he tries to move inwards on long weekends to see all he can. He prefers spots outside big cities so he can go for scenic runs and take in sights.

Does not mess with the wildlife though. He isn’t a fool and wants no part of a thrill seekers lifestyle. Keeps to public trails and that’s it. 

Still a gym-body no matter where he goes. Dresses like he walked straight out of a Dick’s Sporting Goods most days. Cameo cargo pants, slim-fit t-shirts, the same knit cardigan he’s worn one hundred times over, a few good pairs of sneakers, and one tailored suit. Jack’s a quality over quantity kind of guy. He’ll invest in a good pair of Ariat boots for work and never have to buy another pair.

If more than a year passes without word of you…Jack commits. He asks himself if returning without you is an option, because time keeps ticking and he has to be reasonable. Life in Wonderland, or Life on Earth. His radio goes silent – more than usual – and it’s because he has to be the voice of reason after choosing to go at this alone. 

Oddly enough, it’s that elderly couple that convinces him. He takes one look at them from his window, walking hand-in-hand to wherever their destination lies,  and knows. 

Wonderland won’t be home without you, and he’s already made it this far. It isn’t a life without you in it, no matter where he goes. He’s known that all along. 

He isn’t giving up but won’t idle too long. He applies to go into a stable trade, like plumbing or welding, and does all he can to achieve stability. No matter how much time passes, whether he can get back to Wonderland or not, once Jack has his mind set? It’s stone. 

[l0vinghimwasreid]

soft!domspencer reid, man of theory and experiments and hypothesis', wants to see how many times he can make fem!reader orgasm

18+ smut

wc: 683

she's not even surprised when he wants to see how many times he can make her cum before she literally can’t take it anymore. she's almost surprised he hasn't presented this sooner.

the first 2/3 are a breeze, he always gives her at least 2 orgasms when they have sex, so she takes those without a problem.

she cums first with his fingers buried inside of her.

for the 2nd he fucks her and rubs her clit.

for the 3rd he uses his mouth to clean her of his cum, telling her how pretty she looks with it dripping out of her.

he doesn't give her a break after the 3rd and continues making out with her pussy, licking and sucking her past overstimulation and back into pleasure. she can barely breathe, her thighs are trembling and pulsing, and she has a thin layer of sweat on her body when he gives her the 4th orgasm.

but he somehow convinces her to go for a 5th.

"c'mon baby you can do it, just one more, you're doing so good."

(she can't say no to her baby, she wants to be a good girl for him and be his trusted research assistant)

he slowly fingers her, stretching her up to 3 fingers with one hand and lightly circling her clit with his middle finger on the other hand.

“there you go, let it out for me.”

after the 5th she’s begging for mercy but he tells her that they can’t end on an odd number, she can go for 1 more for an even 6.

"but you said one more for the last one," she's whining and whimpering.

"i know, baby, i know. i'm sorry. i love you so much and you love me right? you'll cum for me one last time? it'll be the last one, i promise."

she’s writhing on the bed and doesn’t even know what day of the week it is anymore but relents to his pleas.

he rubs the tip of his cock along her slit, and she's twitching each time it grazes her clit, she's whining and whimpering and her nails are drawing red lines down his back.

when he pushes into her again she's speechless, jaw slacked, head tipped back against the pillow.

he kisses at her neck as he leisurely fucks her, whispering, "that's my girl, fuck-- you feel so good, still so tight for me."

"am i your good girl?" she slurs.

"yes, baby, always my good girl, always so good for me."

his soft pubes graze her clit with each thrust and she's never felt so hypersensitive, she can feel every vein and ridge of his cock and her blood feels hot in her veins.

"i love you," she cries, tears falling down her cheeks.

"i love you, baby, i love you so much." he wipes her tears away and kisses at her open mouth, but she's too far gone to kiss him back properly.

he feels her pussy make its last attempt at an orgasm, he can feel her gently pulsing around him as she cries and moans.

he immediately pulls out of her, giving her the break he promised her, but jerks himself off until he cums on her stomach.

she flinches at the feeling of his warm spurts and tries to roll onto her side to escape his actions.

"no more, i can't," she whines.

"oh baby, we're all done, you did so good, i'm so proud of you." he softly smooths her hair away from her face and lays next to her, whispering how much he loves her into her hair.

she cuddles into his chest, breathing heavily and he lightly rubs her back.

once she comes to, he helps her sip some water and uses a damp rag to clean her stomach and thighs, still telling her how proud he is of her.

as she drifts off to sleep she wonders what their next experiment will entail, and feels her lips turn upward at the thought, she's never felt safe enough to do things like this with anyone else before.

[cringemultiverse]

Lmaooooo okay but I’m ready for round 6

[jd-loves-fiction]

𝐖𝐞𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲

🌑: this was sitting in my drafts for MONTHS and i finished it in like an hour and a half, story of my life

⚠️: sO MUCH BANTER AND TEASING (and im real proud of it), piv sex, afab!reader, so much 'kitty'

"Something catch your eye, kittie?" You can’t keep the smirk off your lips as you speak. A grumpy chuff is the response you get, emerald hues moving from somewhere over your collarbone to your own eyes.

“I can’t stare at you now?” Leona shoots back, tail moving back and forth leisurely as he eyes you with thinly veiled mirth.

“Wouldn’t you rather do that... a little closer? In the water with me, perhaps?” You lean against your arms, over the edge of the tub as you stroke enticingly, beckoning your lover with untold promises in your gaze.

"Who says I need to get in the water? I can get closer," Leona walks closer as he speaks, interest peaked enough to get him to move, "without getting wet."

He sits himself nose to nose with you, on the floor. You can feel his breath on your lips and the tip of his nose against yours, only a cold, pale wall separating you.

"But, don't you want to get wet, with me?" Voice low and sultry, you work at his patience diligently, "the water's still warm..."

He lets out a low chuckle, "You're funny, herbivore."

You sigh in response, “Give me a good reason for why you can’t just do as I ask, for once,” with a kiss on the nose.

"You should know better by now, sweetheart. If I know you want something so bad, I'm just going to be inclined to not give it to you. And," his large, warm palm slowly wraps around your throat easily, "you don't get to tell me what to do."

Let the records show that what came next was not your smartest moment, and you knew that. But yet you still take your hand out of the water, letting it run down your arm, before dragging it down your lover's face.

"Look at that, there's a wet kitten in my room." You tease with a giggle, watching as Leona licks the water dripping from his upper lip, before his hand shoots out to grip your wrist.

"Look at that, there's a brat in my tub."

His emerald eyes flash dangerously, nails digging into your skin, and yet your smile remains.

"Whatcha smiling about?"

"I'm sorry, I can't take you seriously when you look so much like a wet cub." Forehead against his, you smile fondly.

"Can't take me seriously, huh?" He speaks as his other hand wraps around your throat. Leona feels your pulse jump beneath his fingertips and wishes so badly that you weren't in the water so that he could more clearly smell your arousal. "Do I need to prove myself to you? Is that it?"

"P-Perhaps." You swallow thickly, chuckling in an attempt to lessen the tension. The eyes of a predator on a hunt are no joke. Though you’ve been on the receiving of such a gaze many times before, the novelty of it never wears off. If it did, no prey would stop in its tracks to stare back in fear.

“Is that right?” He drawls, “Is that how you think this works, herbivore? Because it’s not.”

Leona doesn't even tell you to get up, he just drags you out of the water by the throat until your wet, naked body is on display. And yet, he looks nowhere but into your eyes. A show of power, perhaps, were it not for the impressive bulge you can see just at the edge of your line of sight.

"Get movin'." He commands gruffly, urging you forward just slightly so that you don't slip. Though he would catch you, it'd be quite troublesome.

Water drips down your curves and onto the floor as Leona pulls you along, and you silently thank him for his fondness for rugs and carpets.

Caught in the grasp of the beast, you let yourself be pulled along towards the bed, shoved onto it unceremoniously, on your back as Leona watches you from above with his sharp emeralds.

“Not gonna join me?” You tease, though even you'll admit you're losing steam fast, face hot as hell as his eyes trail lecherously over your naked body.

“In time. I'm quite… content, at the moment.” he purrs, arms crossed as if he has all the time in the world – as if you can't see his hard-on trying to poke through his pants.

“Leona…” you whine, covering yourself with your hands as your skin quickly begins to cool in the night air, nipples pebbling immediately. 

“Not smiling anymore, huh?” He comments without any humor, just a cold, structurizing stare as he takes in the whole of your pathetic state. You feel as if you're prey waiting for the predator to strike with no hope of escape – well fuck that.

With a frustrated huff, sitting up onto your knees, you wrap your arms around him, transferring the wetness of your skin onto his and giggling at how he tenses and grunts, “Little–”

He quickly grabs hold of both your wrists, slamming you down on the bed with enough space between you to not get any more wet, “Bad kitty.”

“Me?” You purrs innocently, squirming around beneath him in hopes of pressing your chest against him, but he arches away, “Why are you pulling away? Do you really have that much of a problem with water?”

“Not really, I'm just doin’ it because it's more fun this way.” he smirks with all his white teeth, defiantly meeting your stare.

Change of plan.

With a pout, you raise your face until it's right in front of his, watching in delight as his eyes dip to your lips without meaning to, “Leona… Come on, I give up. Just fuck me, yeah?”

His face turns gentler, feral grin softening into a smug smile, “Alright then,” his hold on you relaxes and you seize your chance.

Faster than he'd expect, you flip him over, landing atop his waist and smiling wide at the shock on his face, “Caught ya, kitty.”

His shock melts into a mix of amusement and satisfaction somewhat unexpectedly, though you know better than to expect to get a leg up on him so easily – the way Leona’s mind works, it's possible this was his plan all along.

“Did you now? What's your plan, then?”

“I'm taking what I want.” He barely resists as you pull his shirt off and shimmy his pants and boxers down, holding his hard length in your hand and preparing to sit on it, “Woah, shouldn't I–?”

“Relax, Leona. I was ready for you since before you came in.” You whisper, lips brushing his as you push the head in, swallowing the grunt that leaves him and mixing it with your own moans. Gods, it feels good.

He's long enough to reach all those special spots without even moving, which certainly doesn't help his penchance for laziness even in bed. And that delicious vein on the underside, throbbing against your walls has you drooling in no time, hips slamming down on his like your drilling for oil.

“You–” you sense he'd been planning on shooting off some witty remark, but the moment his eyes lock on your bouncing breasts, glistening with water pearls while moaning, he's a goner – all intelligent thoughts flung far from the front of his mind, no longer important.

“Yes? Need something– ngh, Leona?” Even as you try to tease him further, the feel of him inside, as well as the hot palms holding onto your hips make it hard to say anything at all.

“Out of breath already?”

“S-Shut up, Leona,” you throw your head back after speaking through your teeth, a guttural moan ripping itself from your throat without permission as he takes a thumb to your clit and rubs, “Shit, I'm close.”

“Yeah, come on, kitty. Let me– lemme feel you squeeze me tight, come on." The desperate tone of his deep voice has you keening, moving up and down and side to side against the thumb he has on your clit.

When he throws his head onto the pillow, as if to escape the delicious view of you falling apart on top of him, your eyes lock to the dark skin of his exposed neck, before your teeth wrap around the skin to suck and bring him over the edge with you.

Heaving and panting, you both sit there for a moment, gathering your scattered senses as you fall into his chest, feeling his tail wrap around your thigh, regardless of how wet it is.

“Satisfied? Now we both need a bath,” Leona grumbles, nosing at your hair and holding you close, despite his words.

“Well good! We can get back to my original plan then…”

[reneissence]

—“Birthday evening.„

feat. Leona — explicit, genderneutral reader, creampie, quite messy but full of love, happy birth to my darling :)

template by cobosxv on devientart

You knew he’d be in there waiting: stretched out and shirtless, draped across the silk decorated bed for a special occasion, colors that fit his royal title, one arm resting behind his head and twirling his curl around his finger while the other one rested on his thigh.

"Took you long enough (Name)."

"I came to spoil you, it's your birthday afterall." stepping inside and letting the doors fall shut behind you, Leona clicked his tongue once you were close to him, hand up from his thigh to wrap around your wrist and tug you closer until you were kneeling next to him on the bed.

"Mm," nuzzling into your palm with a deep inhale, "so what’re you gonna give me? I know you didn’t come all this way just for chat."

You smiled and leaned in, letting your lips brush over his cheeks before finally kissing him on his lips before he could say anything. Deep, greedy and tail whipping the bed, Leona kiss you back with need, faintly tasting the wine you had.

Your hands found his shoulders, nails dragging against his suit, Leona's hands found their way under your clothes, fingers groping your chest, you leaned further against him, eyes close and steady breathing, fingers now holding his arms as you were melting in his warm touch all over the aera of your nipples He all but melted under your touch.

"Oh look at you, all obedient under my touch…what a sweet gift."

You didn’t answer with words, just a smirk as you pins Leona on his back on the bed, the two of you already half-naked at the messy kiss, Leona's interest grew at your boldness, his tail brush over his lap, hinting at you to pull down his pants.

"I ain’t planning on letting you leave this bed, so, go ahead…please."

Please? Hearing him saying it in a soft tone made you click your teeth, before a light smirk grew on your face.

Lusty breathing against your skin, Leona’s gaze dragged over you, your chest, and your hips that were boucing up and down on his cock, the heat of his skin pressing inside yours and hitting your walls in differents angles, earning moans out of your lips.

"You said you came to spoil me…" His hands slid up your thighs, possessive grip settled on your hips."But i have loads of stamina…sure you’re up for the job?"

He buried his cock a bit deeper, enough to not slip out before in one rapid move, Leona rolled and pinned you beneath him, the weight of his body pressing down as you continuously let out whimpers to moans. Leona's mouth found your neck as he starts to leave biting marks and soothed them with his tongue, making you arch at the feeling mixing with pleasure.

"I want more of that sound. Mm…(Name)."

Leona just loves to watch your composure fall under him, especially for him, and he was glad to savor his birthday gift. His tail curls around your leg as he began to thrust in and out at his own rhythm, his grip on your hips tightened and dragging you down against him with each deep thrust, voice falling into a tangle of praise and swears.

Room thick with the sound of your shared breaths, slap of skin, the creak of the bed while he drove inside you again and again, he also resumed his bites on you neck that turned into kisses. Claiming your whole being.

"Can you feel this? Mine, you are mine." Leona murmured into your ear, hips grinding deeper.

"Leona—" you gasped, and he swallowed the rest of your plea in a kiss, distracting you from the climax that twisted in you after long minutes that were probably hours, following by Leona who came with a final deep push and a broken whine of your name, he rested his cock against your stomach while looking at his cum coming out of you, panting into your neck as both of you stayed in the same position for a short period, skin slick and heart pounding.

"Oh wow…"

Discovering the marks that Leona left all over your neck and the rest of your upper body while inspecting your reflection in the bathroom’s mirror surprises you as you brush the love bites decorating your skin, hissing at the sensation.

And Leona took the situation lightly, a smile on his face as he rolled on his bed until he reached the edge, looking at you from the open bathroom.

"You’re insane."

"Well, i had to savor my gift."

His emerald eyes were reflecting a unapologetic look, lazily handing you out his hand as a way to signal you to come closer, immediately pulling you back in bed once here. Playfully attempting to break free from his grasp, Leona interrupted your actions the moment that he pressed a few pecks on a few bites.

"That was a great birthday gift though...loved it all the way."

[idiacest]

୧ ‧₊˚ leona putting a vibe between your legs

‎these were the rare times where LEONA KINGSCHOLAR actually tried to attend his classes. even professor trein was surprised— but it only lasted for a split second before going back to his usual stern expression.

‎but oh, leona wasn't here for the class. he was here for the buzzing sound between your legs, sending tingles to your body while you desperately tried to stay calm.

‎underneath the desk, he had a controller connected to the vibrator between your legs. he would occasionally lower the settings when he can sense that you're about to cum. and god— do you want to cum so bad, but he's making it so impossible.

‎you didn't have to worry about the buzzing being heard by the other students— because leona already put a silencing spell on it so that he can control the vibrator without worrying whether it'll make a noise or not.

‎“ 10 minutes 'til the class ends. you better behave, herbivore. ”

[mit0bee]

KINKTOBER DAY 3: LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

warnings: semi-public sex/voyeurism, fem!reader, no beta we die like men a/n: heh..... i didn't know what i was doing....heh. kinktober m.list main m.list taglist: @jamilvipersrealwife @atomatoho3 @dear-dollyy @promiscvus @moon4lust @sharkkguardian

Thinking about Leona fucking you in the locker room after a spelldrive match.

You showed up wearing one of his old jackets from previous years on the team, so can you blame him for not being able to help himself?

All it took was one text message. One to have you pushed against the cold metal of his locker, skirt bunched up at your waist and panties pulled off (and stored in Leonas' pocket, of course). You were expecting this. The lion could barely keep his hands off of you in the first place. Very clearly teasing him in a very public place was sure to rile him up. You were just thankful that he had the patience to only call you when everyone had long since left. When he aligned the tip of his cock with your dripping hole, you could feel him exhale against your back. But, the smirk in his tone was clear when he spoke. "Your already this wet for me?" He questioned curiously, his eyes raking over your jacket-clad back, "It's almost like you wanted this to happen." "And if I did?" You turned your head to look into his emerald eyes. Instead of responding, he firmly thrusted up into you, causing you to yelp out a moan. The feeling of him filling you was so mind-numbing, you could almost taste it. His thrusts weren't rough, but quick and angled intentionally to hit the spot that made you scream. It was almost like he wanted you get you caught. That is, if he didn't reach out to clasp a hand over your mouth when he heard all too familiar footsteps, and the creak of an door opening. "Did you seriously leave your phone in your locker?" You could hear the sound of a man, and then an exasperated sigh from another. The voices sounded so close, that you knew the only thing separating you and exposure was a single row of lockers. If either of them came back here, you'd have some complicated explaining to do. Leona on the other hand, couldn't help but tease you. Muffled by the sound of the chatter, he silently drifted a hand down to your clit, rubbing circles in it with his middle finger. He brought his mouth to the area where your shoulder met your neck, and gave you a teasing nip. You could barely hold back your sounds. All you could do as your eyes rolled back was buck back into his hips, praying for some sort of release from the torturous pleasure. The two of you went on like that for a few minutes as Leona's sevens-forsaken teammate looked for his phone. It was only when you heard his excited gasp that you finally were able to breathe a sigh of relief. "Found it!" He shouted, "It was behind my broom." The man laughed sheepishly, which only earned another sigh from his companion. "Well then let's go. Housewarden Riddle is gonna get mad if we get back late." The (clearly exhausted) one ushered his friend out the door, closing it with a soft click!

Once you were sure you sure you were in the clear, you let out the long-held moan that had been stuck in your throat. It earned an amused chuckle from your boyfriend, who you raised a hand and gently hit. "We could've been caught-" You were cut off by the way he pumped into you once more. It was almost as if he hadn't stopped in the first place with the way he pistoned in and out of you. "But we weren't, right?" He confirmed, kissing the sore spot where he had bit you, "That's what matters." You should really hit him again. But maybe after getting your brain fucked out.

[matchapy]

mammon gets so excited whenever you have sex because he gets to show you how much he cares you in the rawest form of love! He’s so gentle with you, careful not to squeeze you too hard or bite too deep, even though it feels so good to be this close to you, with your hot skin against his. The sound of your voice in his ears makes his head dizzy and his heart pound loudly, his entire body on fire from the faintest brush of your fingers across his chest.

[lovetei]

Leviathan: *Nervous* MC has a video of me on all fours kissing their feet and apologizing to them...

Mammon: Well, MC has a video of me barking and playing fetch with their underwear, who cares really.

[yuuna-iridescent-scales]

‧˚꒰♡ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ Rutted and filled!! ᶻ Z Z

꒰ ᶻ Z Z. SYNOPSIS occasionally, your dear boyfriend goes through a rut. . and suddenly, you are the only cure for his pain! /ᐠ˵- ⩊ -˵マ

꒰ ᶻ Z Z. GENRE smut, porn with little plot ꒰ ᶻ Z Z. INCLUDES Jack Howl, Ruggie Bucchi, Leona Kingscholar

꒰ ᶻ Z Z. WARNING fem!reader | explicit content | no guaranteed spoilers of main/side quests | established relationship | possible grammar errors | not proof read | aged up characters | ruts/heats | implied overstim | breeding | piv | wolf-like genitals | lion-like genitals | oral (fem rec) | knotting (jack) | pet names | author note at end <3

ׅ꒰JACK HOWL ୭ ˚

Wolves goes through ruts during warmer months, such as March and February 

Wolves are very possessive of their mates and Jack is no exception, instincts wins against him

At first, it was unnoticeable. . that subtle heat in his lower stomach, getting warmer and warmer with every passing second. It’s like Jack’s senses were heightened further; the scent of you, the touch of you, the sight of you has become dangerously intoxicating. Watching you closely with sharp eyes, he’s practically salivating. . but not from hunger, well . . perhaps a different type of hunger. 

It’s already early spring, Jack’s heat tends to regularly appear during spring or summer. Ooh. . so that’s what why that 

noticeable ache in his abdomen and the desire for you wholly has begun to appear. He’s going through his rut.

“Nngh. .” Jack huffs out through ragged breaths and breathless groans, the firm grip on your hips tightens ever so slightly when you squirm.

God. . how long has it been since Jack pounced on you— keeping you stuck in the mating press before manhandling you onto your knees and hands. You are moaning weakly into the sheets, the only thing keeping you from collapsing onto the bedsheets below was your dear boyfriend’s grip on your waist. . keeping you propped up for him to pound his cum into your velvety walls. With a whiney voice, you loudly moan out his name— sobbing when he presses you against the sheets, leaving to nibble at your already marked up neck. 

With each push of his hips, thick cock plunging deep into your raw pussy, his thick cum pours from your sensitive cunt. . staining the mess fabric below. Desperately, Jack slowly drags his tongue against the skin of your neck. . groaning in delight at the taste of you against his tongue, sweet and inviting. 

“Haah—! . . ohgodd, J- jack!” You gulp out, eyes rolling back with a deep and rough thrust into your gooey walls.

Your walls quiver and spasm around Jack’s length tightly, you are soo close to cumming for the nth time— overstimulation starts to bite at your flesh. You tremble violently, squealing in ecstasy as your sopping cunt squeezes around his length, squirting onto the messy sheets. Fat tears roll down your cheek from your intense orgasm, whimpering softly when Jack kisses at your shoulder— the sweetness completely contradicts those rough and mean thrust he gives.

“Mmhp. . fu- fuck, soo warm” he grumbles against your marked skin, heavy balls slapping at your puffy clit.

“Y- you feel —nngh. . wonderful, sevens—“ Jack grits out through clenched teeth, hesitating leaning in to bite at your shoulder— eventually giving into his instincts to mark you further. 

You let out a loud yelp of his name, eyes rolling back so far when Jack’s knot swells up against your glistening folds. It presses harder and harder against your cunt until it slips inside with an obscure and loudly wet squealchh.

“Haah—! J- jack!” You sob out, a new batch of tears pouring from your glossy eyes.

He lets out a soft, shaky sigh of pleasure when his knot slips into your warmth— eliciting a loud squeal of a mixture of pleasure and pain from you. Jack slowly kisses at laps at each mark on your neck and shoulder, any spot he could reach is met with delicate affection. He moves you to rest against the bedsheets, cuddling you while his knot is still plugged into your pussy— the chances of you taking his seed increases.

Once Jack’s rut is finally over, he’ll make sure to give you the best aftercare. . but for now, he’ll hold you close to his warm body.

ׅ꒰RUGGIE BUCCHI ୭ ˚

Unlike wolves, hyenas lack a specific date for ruts, rather, the female hyenas ovulate throughout the whole year

Naturally, male hyenas rely on their mate to initiate sex, due to being more submissive than their counterpart

Ruggie could easily smell it on you; that hint of spice, sour, and sweetness scent that lingers on your body. . it’s enticing. You must be ovulating, it’s the only explanation for you being so bothered and desperate at the same time. Beastmen have a better sense of smell. . they can smell certain fumes better than a regular person, for example, he knows exactly when you fingered yourself.

That tasty sweet smell on your skin is slightly subtle but still bold enough, you must have done it early ago. Ooh, Ruggie is truly desperate for a taste of you. . but his biology clearly states that the male must wait for the female to initiate sex, unless they’d like to be bitten. 

“Oooh. . fuck-! Ru- ruggie” you gasp out loudly, body trembling when he wraps his lips around your clit, sucking tightly. 

Ruggie has his hands sprawled on the inside of your plush thighs—keeping you pried apart, giving him enough time to drag his tongue through your slick folds. He’s completely drunk off the taste of your arousal, mindlessly moaning into your cunt and lapping at your pussy. . tongue smearing through your fat folds, parting them apart with each lick.

“Mmhp. .” Ruggie whimpers into your cunt, sighing when you drag your fingers through his hair, ears flattening against his hair. 

He is a wet mess, chin and mouth soaked and glistening from your sticky juices, lips swollen from how long been buried agaisnt your sopping pussy. Ruggie is shameless, lips sucking loudly onto your engorged clit— even moaning and whimpering when he suckles onto your clit, causing the perfect amount of vibrations to course through your body, ripping out another orgasm from your exhausted body. 

“H- haaah. . can’t ta- take it anymore. .!” You drool out, throwing your head back when he plunges his tongue into your quivering hole. 

Your velvety walls flutter around his tongue, gasping when he stretches your walls out by fixing his tongue into you. Your body is throbbing soo much from the pleasure, it aches in the best possible way. Your legs struggle to stay open and you don’t have to worry about it, Ruggie is easily keeping you wiiide open like you’re paying him for it.

Again, you drag your nails against his scalp, tugging on his scalp tenderly, bucking your hips. An intense shiver courses through your spine when Ruggie flattens his tongue at your spasming hole, dragging the wet muscle all the way to your buzzing bud. 

“Nngh—! Mmhp, baby. .” You mewl out, hips shakily trembling, lightly squirming from the pleasure. 

Ruggie’s grip on your thigh tightened, silently asking if you can stay still while he feats on what you give him. 

“Mmhp. . n- noo. .” He murmurs against your sticky pussy, a thin string of arousal connected between his lips and your cunt.

“D-don’t squirm from me. . need more of youu” Ruggie finishes, dipping his tongue back into your hole. . nose pressing against your clit. 

Your jaw drops, eyes roll back, your grip tightens on his hair. You let out a breathless moan of his name, gushing around his tongue, feeding his hungry mouth for the nth time of tonight. And Ruggie is there to catch every drop, loudly dragging his lips through your pussy folds. 

“Nngh. . n- no more. . please” you pant on, pushing at his forehead. 

“N- noo. . prefect, pl- please. .” He protested, resting his cheek against your thigh, pouting at you.

“Just one more. .” Ruggie says, grinning mischievously when you nod your head.

You know it wouldn’t be just one more, but how could you ever think of denying Ruggie when he gives you those eyes? Sure, you’ll be jelly-boned once he’s done it’s you. . but that’s a later concern!

ׅ꒰LEONA KINGSCHOLAR ୭ ˚

Similar to hyenas, male lions don’t actually have a specific season in which a rut can appear, in reality, lions can mate throughout the whole year but a rut can be triggered by the female’s heat

Lions are quite territorial of their mate, sometimes becoming rougher with the intent of leaving their mark. . awfully similar to Leona

The second you stepped into Savanclaw, Leona almost immediately woke up from his little nap— keen scents picking up at the distant and subtle yet sweet scent of you. He is patiently awaiting your arrival in his room while pretending to be asleep. . although the wild flicks of his tail give away his facade— in reality, he’s eagerly waiting for his dear prey to finally barge into his room. And when you do. . that spicy, musky, intense, sweet smell of you, practically radiating off your skin, invades his senses. . oooh, you’ve got him hooked just by your scent. 

“Haaah. . nngh! C- can’t take it anymoree!” You squeal out loudly into the sweat-soaked pillow, voice muffled by the soft fabric, fat tears rolling down the curve of your cheek.

You are drooling and gasping into the sheets, mindlessly gasping out your boyfriend’s name. Your body and skin tingles, a mixture of sensitivity and overstimulation. . it aches in one of the best ways possible. Leona had already reduced you into a whimpering and whining mess; thick fingers plunging deep into your quivering hole, massaging against your velvety walls as his rough tongue drags along the swollen length of your clit. . the perfect amount of pressure to have you bucking needily. 

With each mean thrust of his thick, barbed cock back into your raw, leaking, puffy cunt has a copious amount of cum pouring from your stretched hole, staining the mattress beneath your slick body further. His tongue drags roughly against the warm, marked skin of your neck, canines finding their spot on your flesh— there’s bite marks all along your neck, some on your chest, some on your thighs, there’s even some bruises indented onto your hip and thighs. It’s clear to every student, beastmen and human, that you are only Leona’s mate.

“Leonaa! L- Leona. .” You mewl out loudly, back arching further into the bed. . swollen nipples grinding against the fabric— you squirm lightly from the onslaught of pleasure.

“C’mon, herbivore. . say my name” Leona grunts out between groans of pleasure, hips snapping into yours.

“Fu- fuck. . Leona!” You sob out, whining when his grip on your hips tightens where you squirm away from his touch. 

“Again” he groans out between ragged breaths, teeth finding your neck once again, leaving his mark.

His tail curls around your thighs lightly as Leona nuzzles deeper into your neck, suckling lewdly at your skin. Your eyes roll back, an intense tremble courses through your body as you gush around his barbed cock for the nth time.

“Mmhp—! F- fuck! Ngh, Leona!” You wail out loudly, walls swallowing and squeezing tightly around his length.

He groans out your name into the sweaty skin, hips firmly flushed against your body— cock bobbing and twitching painfully, buried to the hilt of your pussy. Thick ropes of cum shoots into your white covered walls, causing globs of cum to seep around his thick base.

“Haah. . n- noo more. .” You say in a breathless and rough voice, gasping when he snaps his hips back into yours.

“C’mon, herbivore. . s- surely you’re not exhausted just from this” Leona says in that prideful and arrogant tone, you can practically imagine that smirk on his face.

However, you are wayy too fucked out to give a snarky comment back— simply melting into the sheets as his skin slaps against yours with a wet plap.

ׅ‧˚꒰♡ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ All work belongs to only me, @/yuuna-iridescent-scales!! Translating, plagiarism, copying, posting on another website, claiming as your work will not be tolerated, instant block ᶻ Z Z

ׅᛝ AUTHOR NOTE ! ׁ ׅ ᶻ Wooow. . my first smut fic on this blogദ്ദി/ᐠ｡‸｡ᐟ\ originally, I was going to add the octotrio in this post but decided I would make a separate post(ᵕ—ᴗ—). I actually wasn’t expecting 300+ people to enjoy my first fic(..◜ᴗ◝..). I’m totally not exploding rn.. one of my fav twst writes followed me back omlomloml

Anywhores, I’m soo frustrated, pls just give me an ace or deuce card wtff. .

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4. and now I’m covered in you

Leviathan x gn!AFAB!reader

a/n: wow she's alive. who woulda thunk it lol I'm gonna try and smash some more of this out so we can get to the penetrative bit (Idk what else to call it) sooner unless y'all are cool with the foreplay? I feel like Levi's the kind of guy who needs a lot of time to get ready to actually be inside of someone but I also understand being impatient. let me know!

THIS IS VERY NSFW MINORS GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE

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

the question takes a moment to sink into your brain. getting him to come out of his shell has been your entire goal and yet it feels like a joke when he finally does. you nod, offering him a kind smile.

“god yes, I would love that.” you can’t help but chuckle as his expression lights up. damned demon, always tugging at your heartstrings. he takes a moment to sit himself up, pressing his chest against yours. he nuzzles into the crook of your neck. his breath is hot against your skin. you arch instinctively into him. but then, he sighs, hesitating. you feel him graze his lips over your neck with the force of a feather in the breeze, and you impatiently  weave your fingers through his hair.

that’s all the encouragement he needs. his attack is gentle at first. restrained. tentative, like he’s still afraid of doing something wrong. but as he nips at your neck, mirroring you from just moments prior, sending wave after wave of pleasure down your spine, you find yourself growing proud of his efforts.

your head rolls back. he migrates to your jaw, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses in his wake. you don’t notice how your hips have resumed their rhythm until he growls against your mandible. the noise is startling until you remember he’s a demon. slender fingers grip at your waistline. sharp teeth brush below your earlobe. his forehead lands on your shoulder, hot breaths heavy on your chest.

a whimper escapes you. Levi moans in response; the noise vibrates against your jugular, where he drinks in a deep breath before peppering more kisses to your neck. you feel him attempt to suck - to lightly bruise you, to leave a signature right below the hinge of your jaw - but he stops. if he’s not sure of what to do, he doesn’t ask. if he’s afraid of harming you, he doesn’t apologise. he simply halts, still nestled against you.

“it’s okay, Levi,” you coo. “you can mark me. it won’t hurt.”

it takes him a second, but he obeys. he sucks again, harder this time, and you gasp. 

“good boy.” you are breathless. you don’t have control over your own mouth. the bulge between his legs is placed perfectly between yours. you feel a pressure mounting there, and you know he feels it too.

he whines, letting the tender skin he’s just bruised fall from his lips. “if you keep t-talking like that, I won’t last,” he says, voice thick. 

“I know.” your voice is a purr. “I promised to take care of you, didn’t I?”

you barely manage to choke back a moan as he trails his affection from your earlobe to the corner of your mouth. when his bottom lip slips between yours, locking you in a passionate kiss, you let your teeth come down around it. not enough to cause pain, but enough to send a jolt down his spine. he yelps. then he growls. then he pulls away, but only just. you feel his lips move against yours when he speaks:

“do that again.”

his voice is silk. you know he feels you smirk. you trap his bottom lip again - as gently as possible - and tug. the noise you draw from his throat is delicious. you tug again before freeing him, but when you dive for another go, he tilts his face away. your teeth graze his jawline instead, and he shivers. excitement drives you to nip a trail down his neck. your intentions are clear, and he squirms underneath you when he recognises them.

he whispers your name. you hesitate for a split second before you take the skin of his neck between your teeth. harder this time. not much harder… but hard enough. Levi’s hips buck against yours. he squeaks, weaving his fingers through your hair.

“ah! f-f…“ he swallows his own words. you run your tongue across the skin you’ve marked - and suddenly his hands are on your shoulders, shoving you off. before you can ask what’s wrong, he chuckles. he’s breathless too. “I’m really… I’m really close. I don’t want this t-to be over so quickly.”

your mouth opens, but you don’t get a chance to reply. Levi’s hands snake up your thigh, underneath the hem of your pyjama shorts until he can graze his fingertips over the dips of your pelvis. he peers up at you, the dusky sky in his eyes shining through his lashes. that darkness - the predator you’ve only caught glimpses of before - has returned to his moon-shaped pupils. “can these come off now?”

fuck.

you are frozen. Levi’s gaze is like a hand around your throat. you’ve never seen his eyes filled with such lust before, and he’s abandoned all efforts to hide it now. he’s no longer just looking at you. he’s observing you.

the situation finally sinks through your skull. you’re straddling a demon - the third most powerful Prince of Hell. the Leviathan. immeasurably stronger than anything you’ve ever encountered. the way he’s staring, like a snake waiting to unhinge its jaw and swallow you whole… you should be frightened. you should be terrified. you should be running. 

but instead, you’re nodding. “hell yes they can,” you’re whispering. you’re biting your lip as he drags your shorts down to your knees. you’re leaning on one knee to free the other from the fabric. you’re leaning in towards him, watching him fling the garment across the room. you’re moaning as he grips your thighs.

“for the record,” you pant, “that was another one of your nerdy little shortcuts.”

Levi smirks. you feel his fingers sneak to the hem of your panties, but as they brush the lace, his face falls. he dares to glance down at where his hands are; you watch as his expression fills with defeat. he wants to touch you. desperately. he can probably smell your own desperation, but he has no idea where to direct his desire.

you lean forward, pressing your forehead to his again. “you wanna touch me?” he nods without a shred of hesitation. kissing the tip of his nose, you gently lift your hips away from his and shoo his hands from your thighs. he starts to protest, but when you hook your hands behind your back and undo your bra, he falls silent. when you lean to the side and slide your panties off your leg, throwing it where your shorts are, he chokes on his own gasp.

“o-oh.” he takes a second to drink the sight of you in, letting the image of your bare form burn into his retinas. when his gaze reaches yours, you smile.

“time to put those talented fingers to work, hmm?”

(read the next part here)

[mrmeawmeaw]

🔞˚✦𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟑: 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐞𝐱 | 𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧✦˚🔞

Synopsis: Spring always brings Levi a sense of dread. He had to deal with the consequence of his part-serpent form. Normally, he would retreat to his room, shutting himself away from the world, and rely on his 2D waifus to help him cope with his desires. However, with your arrival in his life, everything has changed. The question is, are you ready to satisfy his needs and indulge his desires?

CW: Scratching, mention of pornographic videos, shower sex, marking, creampie, double penetration, double dick, demon form

Pairing/s: Leviathan x F.Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Day 2 Car & Drunk Sex | Mammon»

There was one secret that Levi had kept hidden from everyone, one thing that he had never dared to share. It was the reason why he would lock himself in his room every spring, refusing to let anyone in, not even you. As an angel in the Celestial Realm, he had never experienced this phenomenon, but as a demon, specifically a leviathan, it seemed to be a part of his nature.

He had always been able to manage his desires on his own, finding ways to satiate his needs through his own imagination. He would conjure up scenarios that he knew would never come to pass or imagine himself as the star of the pornographic videos he had stumbled upon. But, he had a preference for hentai over real-life videos.

However, everything changed when you entered his life. Your presence had awakened a desire within him that he couldn't ignore, a craving that couldn't be satisfied by him. He found himself needing the real, physical you, but he was too shy to confront you about it.

At first, Levi tried to make do with imagining you in his fantasies. He would picture you pumping his dick or sucking him dry, but the more he relied on these fantasies, the less effective they became. He needed the touch, the taste, and the feel of you, but he didn't know how to tell you.

Days turned into weeks, his frustration grew and the sound of your voice on the other side of his door didn't help, "Levi...? Are you ok? You've been in there for weeks..." Your sweet voice would call out to him, and he would be left in dead silence, unable to respond.

A little bit of him would die each time he failed to muster up the courage to tell you how he felt.

But then, something inside of him snapped. At the height of his heat, he lost all control. The door to his room creaked open as he slowly stepped out into the empty hallway.

His heavy breaths were accompanied by a low mumble of your name, "[Name]..." He could smell the sweet scent of your soap and shampoo, and his body responded instinctively.

He took a slow step towards the bathroom door, his heart pounding in his chest. He could hear the faint sound of the water droplets from the shower, and his imagination ran wild.

He pictured you in there, standing under the warm water, your perfect body glistening with soap. His hands ached to explore your curves, to feel your soft skin beneath his fingertips.

"[Name]..." He whispered again, his voice barely audible. He took another step closer to the bathroom door, his body trembling.

He knew it wasn't right, but he couldn't help himself. He was drawn to you like a moth to a flame, and he couldn't resist the temptation.

His slender hands trembled, they slowly turned the handle and pushed open the bathroom door. The moment the door creaked open, your scent shot inside his senses, sending his controls into overdrive. The iris of his eyes slit like a snake's as his demon form began to slip out.

Dark scales began to form on his skin, his head feeling hot and heavy as he could faintly feel his horns poking out. He knew he had to relax, to calm himself down before he lost complete control. But it was hard, so hard, when you were standing inside the little moist glass box.

He shyly grinned as he called out, his voice a bit raspy from the effort of trying to contain his desires, "[Name]...~" He leaned onto the glass, his eyes drinking in the sight of you. "[Name]..."

You turned around, warry and gasped, instinctively covering your body with your arms. He frowned at the sight. Why do you hide your godly body from him? Didn't you know that he worshiped you, that he thought you were the most beautiful creature in all of existence?

"L-Levi! What are you doing?!" You exclaimed, your voice trembling slightly.

"I...I just wanted to see you," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. He didn't know what else to say, didn't know how to explain the overwhelming desire that had driven him to come to you like this. "Just want to taste you..." He gasped, his hands finally managing to open the door.

Your lover looked like an animal in heat, his body tense and his muscles rippling beneath his skin. His black scaly tail wagged wildly behind him. "Don't hide it from me..." He groaned, his hands trying to peel off your arms that covered your body.

His claws dug deep into your skin, and you flinched, "L-Levi wait—it hurts!" Though he seemed lost, he still lightened his grip in the slightest.

The demon didn't care that his clothes were getting wet. He would take them off eventually. Pushing you into the wall and capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His forked tongue explored your mouth, sending shivers down your spine.

His tail wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer to him. You could feel his erection pressing against you, his body burning. While his hands roamed over your body, claws scratching against your skin.

Your hands, seemingly of their own accord, traveled downwards, removing his pants and then his boxers. As the fabric fell away, you were shocked to see not one, but two erect penises staring back at you.

His grin was unmistakable, even against your lips, and his orange eyes gleamed with pride as he watched your shocked expression.

"Impressed?" He took pride in his unique feature, knowing that among his brothers, he was the only one with two dicks.

You tried to speak, to express your concerns yet he hushed you with a quick kiss. His teeth nipped at the lower part of your lip.

His eyes locked onto yours and whispered, "Huush... it'll fit... I'll make it." His lips traced down your neck. "I'll make you feel so good, you'll forget all about your doubts."

He left deep love marks along your sensitive neck, his lips and tongue tracing a path of fire that left you breathless. You didn't have to wait long to feel the tips of his cocks at your entrances, and he whispered, "Deep breaths, my prize... You would only feel my love." You took a deep breath, trying to prepare yourself for what was to come.

But nothing could have prepared you for the sensation of both of his cocks entering you at the same time.

"Gah!" Your toes curled at the pain and pleasure that washed over you.

Your pussy and ass were filled by the demon's hard cocks, and you felt like you were going to be torn apart. He held you in place, his claws digging into your highs as he began to roughly thrust into you.

"Ahhh... L-Levi..." You moaned, barely able to open your eyes or keep your mouth closed as more unholy music came out of it.

His response was to thrust harder, deeper into you, his cocks pounding into you like a jackhammer. You felt like you were going to come apart at the seams, but your body seemed to be begging for more.

As he removed a hand from your thigh to rip his shirt off, the cold droplets from the shower rained down on his burning body, and it was a clear turn-on for him.

His orange eyes traveled down to where you were connected, and he couldn't help but grin at the sight of his cocks disappearing into your tight holes. "You were made for me... meant to be together, to be my player two.. ahah..." He leaned into your chest, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

Despite his confident movements, it was clear that this was a new experience for him, and he was still sensitive. But he didn't let that stop him, and he continued to thrust into you with reckless abandon.

You could feel him drawing near, his body tensing up as he prepared to come. "C-Come.. in.. pleeeasuh..." You tried your best to muster a complete sentence, but it was a mumbling mess.

You leaned your head back in pleasure, your mouth agape. His widened as he heard your words.

"Hehe..." He leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll put it deep... deep into your core." He was glad that he was the one who had taken and destroyed your virginity, to be the first who had painted your pink walls with white.

With one final thrust, he came, his cocks exploding with lumps into you as he let out a loud roar of pleasure. You felt his hot seed filling you up, and your body responded by contracting around him, milking him for every last drop.

His tail wagged softly behind him still slightly aching with how hard he had hit it against the floor multiple times. But despite the discomfort, he didn't care. He was too caught up in the moment, too caught up in the pleasure of being with you.

He doesn't yet dare pull out of you, instead leaned in and kissed you for one last time. His lips were soft and gentle, a stark contrast to the rough and passionate way he had just taken you.

"Let's... do this again, hm?"

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