Hi there! I loved your Michael Miss (San Jose Sharks) SFW alphabet, if you’re open to it/taking requests would you be willing to do the NSFW version of the alphabet for him as well? Thank you!!
A to Z —Michael Misa.
Summary: NSFW alphabet with Misa.
Warnings: Yes. +18. Smut, soft, cute, explicit content, etc.
A - Aftercare (What’s it like after sex?)
After making sure you’re okay, Michael showers your face with gentle kisses while tucking you in with a blanket so you don’t get cold and he stays there holding you close. He’s quite overprotective, so he makes sure you’re comfortable before falling asleep.
B - body part (favorite part of your body and his)
He loves your eyes. He thinks they are the most beautiful thing about you, like an unreal landscape in which he could completely lose himself. In himself, he loves his arms because he knows you love his muscles and the veins in his forearms turn you on.
C - cum (anything about coming)
Michael would use protection for now, first to protect you both from any accidents. Second, because he thinks the real pleasure is in feeling you with him, even if he can’t feel you completely.
D - dirty secret (some dirty secret).
He has an OBSESSION with your butt, so much so that he can’t hide it even in public. He’d slap you on the butt when you’re walking, when you’re washing the dishes, when you get out of the shower anywhere, anytime. He’s not ashamed of it, because he really does it with affection.
E - experience (experience in sex)
He has some experience, even if he doesn't see it that way, since he still has plenty of time to learn a lot about you and how to make you feel better every day.
F - favorite position
His favorite position is “spooning” or facing each other, very close together. He loves it because it lets him caress your whole body, kiss your neck and back, and maintain constant physical contactespecially holding your butt tightly while he fucks you, tenderly and extremely intimately.
G - goofy (how serious is he during sex?)
With Michael, there’s always room for a fun and tender laugh. He seeks to create a space of trust and security, where you can be sexy and silly at the same time.
H - hair (how does he handle his personal hygiene?)
He likes to keep it trimmed and simple, just for his own comfort and out of habit. As for you, he doesn’t mind, since it’s your choice and he loves that you make your own decisions.
I - intimacy (what is it like during sex?)
He’s a passionate person who seeks to create a special connection between the two of you. He looks at you as if you were the only thing that exists in the universe, intertwines his fingers with yours and reminds you with sweet words just how much you mean to him.
J - jack off (masturbation, how often do you masturbate?)
He does it often, probably because you two spend a lot of time apart. So he likes to do it when he's alone, in the shower, thinking about you.
K - kink (fetishes during sex)
Talking dirty, making you say things while he has you on the edge. Michael really enjoys corrupting you, until you end up begging for it. He definitely uses pet names, his favorite is “babygirl”
L - location (places to have sex)
His favorite place is and always will be the bed or the shower actually, his entire bedroom, since he’s been living with Kat and Tyler, he’s pretty careful. Although if you’re at your place, he’d definitely fuck you anywhere in the house without hesitation.
M - motivation (what excites him?)
That you wear his clothes when you sleep, when you come out of the bathroom, when you kiss his neck. I'd say it's pretty hormonal, and even the slightest movement turns him on.
N - no (what wouldn’t he do with you?)
He would never do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable, insecure or that you don’t want. His absolute limit is your well-being. So he would never be rough with you.
O - oral (how does he like to give/receive?)
He loves giving as much as he loves receiving. He adores taking all the time in the world to worship you with his lips, enjoying your reactions. And when it’s your turn, he surrenders completely to you.
P - pace (how does he like to do it?)
It's usually slow, deliberate and deep. He likes to savor every second, prolong the moment, and make sure you both enjoy it.
Q - quickie (does he like quick sex?)
Yes, he loves those unexpected “quickies” that drive you wild and leave you unable to pull away, it’s probably always before heading to work or when he gets home.
R - risk (would he take risks? which ones?)
I think he’d take small risks, like trying to touch you under the table at dinner or having sex with you in a parking lot somewhere. But he’d be pretty discreet about it, and you’d probably end up teasing him and saving the action for when you get home.
S - stamina (how long does it last during sex?)
He has a lot of stamina, he’s a hormonal young man. He knows how to control himself, change the pace, and stop to shower you with affection when needed, making sure the journey is long, beautiful, and that you both end up exhausted.
T - toy (use toys)
He’s totally open to incorporating toys if that makes you happy or piques your curiosity.
U - unfair (how much does he like to provoke you?)
He's way too provocative, he likes to have control over you, to make you beg for him until you're screaming. And finally, he'll give in just to show you that only he can fuck with you and make you beg.
V - volume (how loud is it during sex?)
He isn’t overly loud but he is very expressive, with deep sighs, muffled moans on your neck and sweet words whispered softly right into your ear.
W - wild card (small random story)
The smell of popcorn began wafting from the kitchen as you were making it in the pot. In the distance, you could hear Michael, Cat and Tyler discussing which movie they would watch.
When you finished one batch of popcorn, you poured it into the bowl, getting ready to make the second batch. A light touch on your hips made you jump in surprise, but you quickly recognized the warmth of his hands and his very masculine scent.
“Hi, babygirl” he murmurs, hugging you from behind as he wraps his arms around you and buries his nose in your neck.
“Hi, sweety” you reply with a smile. “How did you manage to sneak out without Cat noticing?”
“She’s arguing with Tyler and didn’t even see me” he laughs as he lightly kisses your neck.
A little giggle escapes your lips as you feel the tickle of Michael’s kisses. His hands wrap around your waist and you turn to face him. His mouth captures yours in a matter of seconds in a fleeting but fierce kiss.
Your hands grip his shoulders as you press yourself against his body, and you gasp when his palms cup your buttocks.
“Michael, don't...” you whisper desperately but warningly. “We can’t”
He says nothing, nor does he stop. He simply goes back to kissing your neck, biting gently, while his hands now slip inside your blouse. You can’t help but feel a shiver as his cold fingers make contact with your skin. Suddenly, the heat begins to rise between your bodies.
A drop of sweat trickles down your side from the terror that Cat might catch you right now, this is unacceptable but you can’t resist your boyfriend’s caresses. You hadn’t seen each other in two weeks and the fact that Cat invited you both for a movie Saturday was torture, you needed your boyfriend. In every way.
Michael’s hands cup your breasts, squeezing them as a low gasp escapes your lips. You can feel his erection against your thighs as his knee pushes its way between your legs, helping to soothe the fire in your crotch. The friction feels too good. A moan escapes your lips but Michael catches it with his own. He kisses you hard and fast.
“Y/N!” you hear someone shout from afar. “Why is smoke coming out of the kitchen?”
The voice was getting closer and both you and Michael looked at each other in terror. His body quickly lets go of yours and walks away, pretending to look for a bowl on the other side of the kitchen while you turn the pot.
Just then, Tyler walked into the kitchen, looking scared but his expression changed completely when he saw you take the pot off the heat. Damn it, the second batch of popcorn ruined. You give Tyler an apologetic look while Michael stifles a giggle.
“You're lucky Kat went to the bathroom" he says something funny. "Next time, just go up to the bedroom and don't try to burn down my kitchen, kids” Tyler says, huffing and shaking his head.
Your cheeks flush bright red. Michael swallows nervously. The last look Tyler gives you makes it clear he knew exactly what was going on here, and you both die of embarrassment.
X - x-ray (how big is it and how?)
It’s average. It’s not that big but it’s not small either. I’d say it’s just the right size to make you see stars. Besides that, he knows how to do things properly.
Y - yearning (how long can desire last?)
He can’t hold out for long, his desire for you is constant. Because circumstances are holding him back, every time he's with you, he can't help but want to take you.
Z - zzz (How does he sleep after sex?)
After showering you with affection, he falls into a deep sleep. He’s definitely the big spoon, because he loves sleeping pressed against your back, with one arm firmly wrapped around your waist, keeping you safe and close to him all night long.
heyy not sure if requests are open but could i request type of boyfriend for minty? thx!!
Boyfriend —FM93.
Category: The type of.
Summary: Headcanons with Minty as your boyfriend.
Warnings: None. Cute, soft, fluff, etc.
╰┈➤ Fraser is the type of boyfriend who if he sees you're feeling down, will show up holding your favorite chocolate to make you smile.
╰┈➤ Fraser is the type of boyfriend who when you go to the supermarket together, he'll make you get on the shopping cart and push you through all the aisles.
╰┈➤ Fraser is the type of boyfriend who would have a playlist of your favorite songs for when you’re driving, just so he can sing the choruses at the top of his lungs with you.
╰┈➤ Fraser is the type of boyfriend who steals food off your plate, even when you get mad, just because he likes to see you pout.
╰┈➤ Fraser is the type of boyfriend who has endless patience for taking your pictures. He can literally spend hours waiting for you to find the “perfect angle” while smiling like a lovesick fool.
╰┈➤ Fraser is the type of boyfriend who tries to cook you a romantic dinner but ends up setting off the house’s smoke alarm and ordering takeout.
╰┈➤ Fraser is the type of boyfriend you'd go on thousands of trips, like city outings, trekking and hiking in the mountains, trips to the beach, etc.
╰┈➤ Fraser is the type of boyfriend who, when you’re on your period or feeling bad, would buy a bag of candy and a random stuffed animal to cheer you up.
╰┈➤ Fraser is the type of boyfriend who when you’re really focused on working or studying, will sneak up behind you and scare you.
╰┈➤ Fraser is the type of boyfriend who would cheat when you play board games and then he acts innocently.
╰┈➤ Fraser is the type of boyfriend who when you’re walking down the street, automatically takes your hand. He does it so instinctively that he probably doesn’t even realize it.
╰┈➤ Fraser is the type of boyfriend who would never let you pay for dinner, a night out, ice cream, etc. Even when you try to tell him you have the right to, he’s a total gentleman.
╰┈➤ Fraser is the type of boyfriend who would invite Connor along on your dates because he feels sorry for his friend being alone, so you can give him love and comfort.
╰┈➤ Fraser is the type of boyfriend who would adopt a dog to give to you, saying that now it’s your son.
╰┈➤ Fraser is the type of boyfriend who sends you five-minute voice notes that are 10% him telling you something important and 90% him getting distracted by some silly nonsense.
╰┈➤ Fraser is the type of boyfriend who, at a party or social gathering with the team, would sit next to you and get teased by his teammates.
╰┈➤ Fraser is the type of boyfriend who wraps his arms around your waist while you’re washing dishes or cooking, buries his face in your hair or gently kisses your neck.
╰┈➤ Fraser is the type of boyfriend who would leave his dirty clothes scattered all over the room.
╰┈➤ Fraser is the type of boyfriend who would play any song on the piano just to see you admire him.
╰┈➤ Fraser is the type of boyfriend who would cry when you accept his marriage proposal.
I was able to take a short break from work and studying, I hope you enjoy it 💗
Summary: Where you get drunk at Jack's birthday party and his brother has to look after you. Plus, you hate each other but not really.
Warnings: Yes. +18?. Enemies to lovers, Reader!Jack's best friend, slow burn, mention of sex (nothing explicit), alcoholic behavior, etc.
The club’s neon lights were a blur of violet and blue and the music thumped so hard you could feel it in your teeth. Your body moved to the beat, feeling the vibration in your spine.
It was Jack’s 25th birthday and for the first time in months, you’d let yourself go tonight. The stress of your work shifts, the looming final exams and your thoughts had all vanished under the influence of three or maybe four gin tonics.
You’d been on the dance floor for nearly three hours, laughing with your head thrown back dancing in a circle with Jack and your friends, feeling invincible. You’d lost track of how many drinks you’d had, you didn’t even know what time it was or if the sun had come up yet.
All you cared about was laughing and dancing while your body felt lighter than ever. Free of thoughts, pressures, feelings and responsibilities. It was as if, for a few minutes, everything had vanished.
“Birthday boy needs another round!” Jack shouted over the music, raising his arms.
“I want one too!” you shouted, trying to reach out to hug your friend.
Jack looked at you with glassy but amused eyes. A smile appeared on his lips when you stumbled, almost falling. But thanks to him, you didn’t.
“No. What you need is a gallon of water, my friend”
“I’m fine!” you protested, even though the room tilted dangerously when you tried to spin around.
“I’m having fun, Jack. Don’t be a killjoy” you finish speaking while moving your body.
Yeah, maybe you’d had a lot to drink but it wasn’t enough. You wanted to keep dancing, you wanted to feel even freer. You wanted this feeling of inner peace to never go away.
“I’m not a killjoy. I’m your best friend. Trust me, you’ll thank me for this tomorrow, Y/N” he replied, sounding a little worried.
His hand took yours and guided you away from the crowd. Everything around you was spinning when they reached some armchairs, Jack helped you sit down.
“Duhhh” you said, teasing him as you swayed until you sank into the seat.
When your body touched the soft cushion of the armchair, your eyes closed automatically, it was as if sleep and exhaustion had overcome you for a second. The music faded into the background as your body relaxed completely.
“Y/N, come on” you heard a voice nearby, Jack appeared in your vision when you opened your eyes. “The ride is here” Jack said and you made a sad face.
His arms helped you up from the armchair while the music kept playing. Your body swayed to the melody and you wanted to walk toward the dance floor but Jack pulled you back again.
“I’m not ready to leave!”
You frowned as you made your way toward the club’s dressing room, your best friend took your coat and helped you put it on, just like a mother would with her child. Your eyes begged him to let you stay a little longer but Jack shook his head as you pouted.
He dragged you to the club’s exit, watching your steps as you kept complaining. Jack found it quite funny, laughing at your stumbles and whines.
When you got outside, your eyes fell on a black car parked across the street. Leaning against the hood was the last person you wanted to see tonight.
Quinn Hughes. Jack’s older brother and the bane of your existence since you were five. Literally, your current nightmare that kept you awake nightly.
Before continuing on, you turned around, looking at your best friend. No way. You weren’t going to leave with him. Why couldn’t Jack just walk you home? Why couldn’t you stay and enjoy yourself?
You crossed your arms, straightening up. Jack cupped your face in his hands, looking closely at you.
“Don’t look at me like that. You’re drunk. You can’t walk. I’m definitely not going to let some random person take you home and I can’t drive”
“I’m not drunk. I’m perfectly fine” you spat angrily, throwing a tantrum.
“Yeah, whatever you say” Jack nodded and spun you around, giving you a little push so you’d head in the opposite direction from them.
It’s unfair. It was a party. Your best friend’s party. Everyone was drunk and they didn’t get a ride just because of that. Jack was way too overprotective when it came to you.
According to him, you’d been out of control lately and any excuse was a good one to go out drinking or dancing. Who wouldn’t do that in their mid-twenties? You just wished your best friend didn’t know you so well. But Jack had been your buddy since kindergarten, it was obvious he knew you inside and out.
Your eyes focused on the guy across the street. He was staring at you without moving, waiting for you. He looked way too put-together for two in the morning. But he looked even better judging you as you stumbled across the street with clumsy steps.
He didn’t say anything when you got close to him, he just raised his hand toward his brother, who waved back and walked through the club’s doors. Leaving them completely alone on the city street.
“Why am I not surprised that you’re a problem, Y/N?” he said under his breath as he opened the car door and leaned in.
“Don’t worry. I’ll order an Uber, go back to your bitter cave” you muttered, fumbling to pull your phone out of your bag while trying to stay steady.
You heard him snort and slam the car door shut but you didn’t care, you started walking back toward the sidewalk, moving away from him.
There's no way he's going to be your ride. You couldn’t stand being near him, much less having him be the one who had to look after you. You didn’t need him. You didn’t need anyone. You could do it on your own.
“Get in the car” he called from a distance.
“No” you replied, trying to unlock your phone. But your fingers felt numb, making it clear you were a little (too) drunk.
You heard footsteps behind you but you tried to walk away as they grew even closer. You stepped onto the sidewalk and swayed as dizziness hit you all at once, your body searched for balance, and you managed to steady yourself.
“You could grow up and stop acting like a little girl, you know?” he said right next to you and you spun around, furious.
How dare he? Call you a little girl? He can go to hell. You opened your mouth to answer him but you froze when you found him so close, less than a step away, looming over you.
He was a head taller than you. You couldn’t help but feel your heart racing. He was wearing a plain black shirt, revealing the veins in his forearms that you tried so hard not to look at. His hair was somewhat long, dark and tousled. The scent of his cologne invaded your senses. His bored, serious expression made you swallow hard.
“I know you hate me but Jack asked me to take you home, so please. Get. in.”
He emphasized the word “get in” and you rolled your eyes. You crossed your arms over your chest while ignoring his request.
“I don’t hate you” you lied, stepping one step closer to his personal space, emboldened by the alcohol.
You were drunk and angry not a good combination for you. Quinn had that effect on you. He drove you crazy. You wanted to hit him and yell at him and ugh...
“I just think your existence is incredibly inconvenient” you said with a sarcastic tone.
Quinn’s eyes darkened and his gaze drifted down your face for a split second before returning to your eyes.
“The feeling’s mutual. Now, move”
You gave an ironic smile. Not in a million years. You weren’t going to listen to him.
When you didn’t move, he let out a frustrated growl. In one swift motion, he slipped one arm behind your knees and the other around your back, lifting you up. He hoisted you off the ground with ease, hoisting you onto his shoulder while holding your legs from behind.
“Hey! Let me go, you beast!” you shouted, pounding his back. It felt like hitting a marble statue.
“Shut up, Y/N. You’re making a scene” he said calmly.
You didn’t. You kept screaming and pounding his back with your fists, hoping he’d let you go. Your butt was literally on full display. The position you were in wasn’t uncomfortable, Quinn knew how to hold you. His warm hands were on your legs, supporting you. Too close to your butt but far enough away not to touch anything.
He walked to the passenger side, opened the door with one hand and set you down on the leather seat. Not caring that he almost banged your head against the door frame. You crossed your arms over your chest, glaring at him with your best killer look.
“Thanks for showing my panties to the whole world, idiot” you spat angrily as you glared at him.
Quinn let out a silly chuckle as he leaned over you to buckle your seatbelt. You wanted to speak to curse him out but when you turned your face to face him, his face was inches from yours. For a second, neither of you breathed. The silence was heavy, your chest vibrating with a strange sensation.
Your eyes moved toward his mouth and you wanted to take his face in your hands and kiss him. Shit. You really were drunk. And now you were horny, too. Because when the image of the two of you kissing flashed through your mind, you felt a heat rise up your legs to your lower abdomen.
You swallowed hard, realizing that having him close was affecting you more than usual. What the hell was wrong with you?
The seatbelt clicked with a loud, decisive sound. The image faded from your mind and Quinn quickly moved away from you, slamming the door shut and walking around the car to get into the driver’s seat.
The ride was stiflingly silent. You stared out the window, watching the blurry city lights, feeling his presence beside you like a physical weight. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, your legs trembling, your stomach fluttering, your whole body restless.
“I feel... Weird” you barely managed to say, your hands rising to your hot face.
“I swear, if you throw up on my...” he said seriously but you didn’t let him finish.
“I’m... hot” you gasped, feeling as if your whole body was hit by a wave of heat.
You didn't see it but you heard his hands tighten on the steering wheel, making a slight squeal, and his shoulders twitching somewhat tensely.
Yes, you were hot. You tried to pull your jacket off, squirming with a moan. So you quickly removed it, seeking some relief. You needed air.
Being cooped up was driving you crazy. Being so close to Quinn was driving you crazy. How could he make you feel this way? He wasn’t even looking at you! Why wasn’t he looking at you? Did he really hate you?
“Relax, we’re almost there” he murmured when he saw you getting desperate.
Finally, he stopped in front of your building. Your blurry eyes focused on the entrance to your apartment and you sighed with some relief. Quinn turned off the engine silently.
“We’re here” he said, his voice strangely tense. “Do I have to carry you to the door, or can you walk two meters without falling?”
You turned toward him, your heart racing and your body tense. You felt your cheeks burning and your whole system crashing. He was looking at you with that idiot face of his. Such an idiot. You wanted to slap him and kiss him at the same time.
“You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Another chance to get a closer look at my panties” you spat suspiciously as you opened the car door to get out.
The silence that followed was deafening. Quinn leaned back, gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. But he didn’t say a word. He just gave you a sidelong glance, shaking his head.
Haughty, you lifted your chin high, facing him. Quinn didn’t even flinch. Damn sexy idiot. How could he look so sexy right now? Without saying a word. Without doing a thing.
Unable to take it anymore, you stumble out of the car. You can barely keep your balance, feeling your legs shake. You don’t know if it’s the alcohol or Quinn’s effect on your mind. The cool night air hits your face, making your head spin even faster. You reach into your purse looking for your keys but can’t find them, rummaging through everything, feeling sweat on your forehead. Where are the damn keys? Damn it, you think silently.
You hear Quinn’s car door open and close as you keep rummaging through your purse. You feel a tampon, pads, bills, napkins, lipsticks but you can’t find the keys. You know he’s close, right behind you. You can smell his cologne. It makes you hurry even more to find the keys.
When your fingers brush against the metal of the keys, you feel a sense of relief as you keep walking. Your vision is still blurry and your heart is racing but you know it’s not the alcohol.
You open the building door and step inside, leaving it open just enough for Quinn to follow you in. When you try to take a step, your leg stumbles and you sway in place, losing your balance but before you fall, strong hands grip your waist, steadying you.
You feel the closeness behind you, Quinn’s body barely moves as you straighten up, still feeling his fingers on your skin. A stifled gasp escapes your lips but you hide it quickly. He’s standing too close to you. If you moved back just a little, you could touch him with your body. But you push the intrusive thought out of your head as you walk back toward the elevator, pressing the button to call it.
Quinn stays a few feet away, waiting for the doors to open. When they do, you step inside the metal box and Quinn watches you from outside.
Your eyes are glued to his as you watch him from inside. Quinn doesn’t get in, he just makes sure you’re safe in the elevator and waits with his hands in his pockets. You can’t help but look at his hair, his face, his neck, his chest, his hands.
He’s damn perfect. Standing there, just looking at you.
The elevator doors began to close slowly as the two of you continued to stare at each other. Quinn took a step forward and reached out, stopping them.
“I don’t need to see your panties to know that they already belong to me, Y/N” he said firmly, meeting your gaze and then let go of the elevator, which finished closing completely.
Your heart raced to its limit while your head exploded. He... He had just said that your panties belonged to him. God. Your whole body went into shock. You belonged to him. Your whole body, your mind, your soul belonged to him. You always had.
Quickly, your fingers began pressing all the buttons, trying to stop the elevator and open the doors. The heat in your legs began to rise as the fantasy image of the two of you returned to your mind. You needed Quinn. You needed to taste him. At least once. This time, for real.
The doors opened in seconds and you jumped out of the elevator, running toward the door. Luckily for you, Quinn’s back was just a few feet away.
“Quinn!” you shouted to stop him and when he turned to look at you, you jumped into his arms.
Your mouth crashed into his like lightning striking the ground, drawn by the need to feel him. To taste him. To savor him inside you. His hands gripped your hips and wrapped your legs around his waist as you stepped back into the elevator.
This time, the two of you together. Kissing. Tasting each other. Mouth to mouth. Wild, hard, desperate. Your tongues caressed each other as Quinn pressed you against the metal wall of the elevator and reached out to vaguely mark your floor. Your hands sought his face, his hands your back to hold you.
His mouth was devouring you, literally. His hands never stopped caressing you wherever they could. You couldn’t pull apart, you couldn’t even think.
There was no time for words. There was no time for doubts. There was no time for explanations. You just wanted to kiss, to touch, to melt into one another.
The hatred, the rage, the fury. All of that had generated a desperate desire that enveloped you both.
You didn’t hate Quinn, you hated that he remained calm while your heart was in turmoil over him. You hated that you could have any other man, except him. You hated that he respected his brother. You hated that he was a man of principles.
But tonight, tonight there were no codes. No brothers. No promises.
He fucked you hard against the couch, you fucked him fiercely on the floor. Then he took you on the kitchen counter and you rode him on your bed. You did it over and over, moaning and gasping your names in whispers. Like a secret declaration of love.
Only the two of you existed, fucking all night long. Just as you’d been dreaming for months. Ever since that vacation when things changed between you. Ever since you’ve been silently loving each other for what felt like an eternity.
This could be a series if you want, let me know. Thanks for the support, take care! 💖
Hiiiii, could you write nsfw alphabet for William eklund?💖
A to Z —William Eklund.
Summary: NSFW alphabet with Eky.
Warnings: YES. +18. Smut, MDNI, explicit sexual content, p in v, MDNI, etc.
A - aftercare (what is it like after sex?)
He’s the sweetest, most protective and affectionate person. William will shower you with soft kisses and caresses, never taking his eyes off you and whispering sweet nothings, completely lost in you.
B - body part (favorite part of your body and his)
About you, he’d say he loves your smile and your face, he’s so sweet and gentle but honestly, he’s head over heels for you. William thinks you’re the most precious person on earth and he adores you so much.
C - cum (anything about coming)
He would definitely come inside you, without barriers, without protection. Obviously, he would make sure you’re protected in other ways. But there’s something about the connection, the warmth, the closeness of feeling you in his own flesh, that he loves.
PD - dirty secret (some dirty secret).
His biggest fantasy is to see you with someone else someday, to watch you having sex with another person. I think he’d choose a woman, if you’re okay with it. He’d like to see you enjoy yourself with someone else but knowing that in your mind, you’re only thinking of him. He’s confident, he knows you’d come back to him because you love him.
E - experience (experience in sex)
He’s experienced and above all, he’s confident. He just knows how to touch you, how to look at you and how to make you melt under his touch.
F - favorite position
His favorites are the ones that let him hold you close, watch you, kiss you and hear your moans against his mouth. So I’d say any position where you’re on top of him, riding him, sitting or lying down, where he can admire you.
G - goofy (how serious is he during sex?)
I think he’s pretty serious, first because he’s very intense. He takes things to another level when it comes to pleasure. Second, because he thinks sex isn’t something to be taken lightly, it’s a demonstration of devoted love.
H - hair (how do you take care of your privacy?)
He shaves it a little, mostly for hygiene and safety but he doesn’t do it routinely. Only when he thinks it’s necessary. As for you, he doesn’t mind, it’s an intimate and personal choice for everyone.
I - intimacy (what is it like during sex?)
William really wants you to feel his closeness and depth, he always seeks to touch you with his hands, kiss you and make you feel desired all the time. First, he likes to take it very slowly and patiently, admiring you, feeling you. Then he can’t hold back and ends up letting it all go to fuck you as wildly as possible.
J - jack off (masturbation, how often do you masturbate?)
Since he lives far away, he tends to do it quite a bit while he’s not with you. You can’t blame him, he loves you. He loves to feel you with him even when you’re not there, so he’d definitely do it while you’re on a video call or watching videos of you that you sent him at some point, always thinking of you.
K - kink (fetishes during sex)
His biggest fetish is voyeurism, you’re his greatest source of admiration. And William loved watching you. He loves watching you when you touch yourself, when you play with yourself, when you think of him. He’d ask you for videos, photos, he even loves sexting. He needs you when he’s far away at home.
L - location (places to have sex)
I think he’s pretty private in this regard. He always prefers it to be just the two of you, calm and intimate. So I’d say your place, his place, a hotel room, a cabin, etc.
M - motivation (what excites him?)
He gets turned on when you wear his clothes, when you smell like him, when you’re his princess and when you act innocent even though you know exactly what you’re doing.
N - no (what wouldn’t I do with you?)
He would never cross a line with you. For him, the most important thing is that you feel safe and loved, he wouldn’t want to be rough just for his own pleasure. Nor would he ever hurt you in any way, even if it’s just a game.
O - oral (how does he like to give/receive?)
He’s a pussy man. He loves to go down on you while taking his time, savoring every reaction and every sound he can draw from you. Flattering you while devouring you like no one else will.
P - pace (how do you like to do it?)
It depends on the mood and the need, it can be slow when he wants it to last and to love you gently or it can be more intense and rough to show you how much he misses you.
Q - quickie (do you like quick sex?)
Yes, he thinks they’re necessary sometimes. He knows they help when you’re stressed and serve to release tension, so as far as he’s concerned, you can have as many as you want.
R - risk (would he take risks? which ones?)
I don't think he's as drawn to that as he is to the privacy where he can do whatever he wants to you, whenever he wants and however he wants. He prefers for both of you to be safe and secure, so no risks.
S - stamina (how long does it last during sex?)
He enjoys making it last, not to show off but because he loves taking the time he needs with you. He doesn’t care about counting the minutes, he’ll take you as many times as his body allows and you’re willing to let him.
T - toy (use toys)
He likes it when you use them for your own pleasure, as I said before. He LOVES watching you, observing you, admiring you. Seeing how you use vibrators or dildos while your face contorts and you become his muse.
U - unfair (how much does he like to provoke you?)
Maybe it’s just a little bit, like barely brushing against you, staring at you or getting too close just to let you take the initiative but once the fire is lit, he doesn’t take it so lightly anymore.
V - volume (how loud is it during sex?)
He’s very talkative and flattering, so he’ll probably let out some loud moans and gasps while he fucks you and tries to show you his love.
W - wild card (short random story)
It was late at night and after doing some chores around the house, you decided to take a bath. You needed some peace and quiet and a bath would relax you, so you ran the tub and got in, letting your body unwind.
The sound of the front door opened a few minutes later, signaling that William had come home. He’d been out to dinner with the guys from the team, though honestly, you’d expected him back later.
As if reading your mind, he quickly appeared at the bathroom door, poking his head in and looking at you with his mischievous smile.
“Aren’t you waiting for me, love?” he asks with a smirk as he steps into the bathroom.
“I just wanted a moment of peace, all to myself” you joke as your head falls against the edge of the tub. William furrows his brow but quickly takes off his clothes.
“Well, you should’ve locked the door. Now make room for me” he laughs as he gets in with you.
His mouth draws close to yours and just as you expect a kiss, William freezes, making you gasp. A teasing smile appears on his lips. You grab him by the back of his neck and pull him toward you, initiating a fierce kiss.
His hands quickly cup your breasts, using his thumbs to caress them, making you moan. Your hands caress his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. You fall into his lap quickly, sitting on his cock. Your hands take hold of his member and you quickly sink onto him, moaning in unison.
"That was quick, I thought you wanted a moment alone" he murmurs playfully.
His hands pinch your ass, helping you move on top of him. William bites your shoulder as you continue riding his cock up and down.
“You missed me, didn’t you?” he gasps as your teeth take hold of his lower lip and you bite it.
Your movements grow faster, seeking pleasure, seeking to soothe the heat in your core.
You can barely nod when William kisses your neck passionately, biting and sucking your exposed skin, while your hips contour his lap, seeking more friction.
“Prove it to me, love”
X - x-ray (how big is it and how?)
It’s long and very thin, veiny and pink. When he’s aroused, it grows to an enormous size and he definitely knows how to use it.
Y - yearning (how long can desire last?)
Desire lasts a very long time for him, simply because he’s used to his travels and visits home. Obviously, he prefers to wait for you and have you with him to do something, so he usually holds out for quite a while.
Z - zzz (how is his sleep after sex?)
He makes you laugh a lot before going to sleep, he’d tickle you with his mouth with his fingers, say silly comments or things that would have you both cracking up. Then, he falls asleep peacefully with you on his chest.
Warnings: YES +18. Smut, MDNI, explicit sexual content, some toxicity, etc.
A - Aftercare (what is it like after sex?)
He’s pretty affectionate, mostly because he wants to show you some love after fucking you like a maniac since he’s not romantic at the moment. So get ready for him to wrap you in his arms and literally not let you move from there.
B - Body part (favorite part of your body and his)
He really loves your mouth and lips. He loves how they feel in his mouth, on his body and especially on his cock, he’s obsessed with your lips on his cock. In himself, he loves his since he can literally tear you in two with just his fingers.
C - Cum (anything about coming)
He likes to finish inside you, to play with the cum still dripping from your pussy. Watching your juices mix with his cum is a work of art.
D - Dirty secret (some dirty secret).
He likes it when you wear lace lingerie and he’d definitely buy it for you and give it to you as a gift. His favorite colors are black and purple, it drives him wild. Watching your pale skin get caught in the fabric’s invisible, delicate patterns.
E - Experience (experience in sex)
He’s experienced, he knows every one of your weak spots and how you like it. And he really knows what he’s doing because he’s someone who cares deeply about the other person’s pleasure.
F - Favorite position
Any position that leaves you vulnerable and at his mercy, where he can dominate you. Missionary with your legs on his shoulders or chest, doggy style or against something hard like a wall, table or sofa.
G - Goofy (how serious is he during sex?)
Even though he’s usually pretty serious especially during sex, he really makes sure you both enjoy it and focuses intensely on making you experience the greatest desire in the world. Arber saves the goofiness for during the day.
H - Hair (how do he take care of his privacy?)
He lets it grow, because according to him, that’s how it should be. He thinks it makes him feel more masculine, more of a man. He’s not really interested in yours but he prefers that you keep yours. There’s something about the naturalness of it that attracts him.
I - Intimacy (what is it like during sex?)
He’s pretty intense in every way. He can be romantic when you ask him to, hugging you, giving you warmth, loving you. But he’s not usually that affectionate and you like that too.
J - Jack off (masturbation, how much do you masturbate?)
He does it pretty often because he has a huge sex drive. Especially when you’re not with him, because he knows nothing satisfies him like your presence.
K - Kink (fetishes during sex)
Dominance is his biggest fetish. He likes to take the initiative, give you orders, watch you beg. He likes it when you show vulnerability and seem small, when he uses harsh words, spanks your butt, chokes you, etc.
L - Location (places to have sex)
The location really isn’t an issue for Arber. He could literally fuck you anywhere. His favorite is against a wall, because that way he can take you deep and hard.
M - Motivation (what excites him?)
He loves it when you’re defiant, when you provoke him, when you don’t listen to what he says and when you act like a brat. It turns him on so much to see you try to be strong or dominant, just to prove to you that you’re not really.
N - No (what wouldn't he do with you?)
He would never let anyone else have you. You belong to him, he would never share you. Never. He wouldn’t like it at all.
O - Oral (how does he like to give/receive?)
He’s more into receiving than giving. Arber is the kind of man who makes you get on your knees and beg for his cock, he grabs your hair and fucks your mouth like no one else. But if you’re a good girl, he might return the favor.
P - Pace (how do he like to do it?)
He’s brutal. Inexplicably brutal. Rough. Hard. Deep. I don’t even need to say more.
Q - Quickie (do he like quick sex?)
Yes, sex with Arber is quick because it’s so intense and wild that you reach climax in minutes. But he could do it to you over and over again, for hours, without tiring, leaving you trembling on the verge of fainting.
R - Risk (would him take risks? which ones?)
I literally feel like he’d risk everything, his reputation, his time, his dignity, even in unexpected situations. Like fucking you at his parents’ house, in the car after team dinner, in the movie theater restroom, etc.
S - Stamina (how long does it last during sex?)
The penetration itself is quick, once he’s inside you, he doesn’t waste time getting you to orgasm. But the sex itself is different, he could keep you going for hours, denying you orgasm with his fingers or mouth, begging you to touch him, kissing your breasts, etc.
T - Toy (use toys)
No. He doesn’t need anything more than his fingers, mouth or cock to make you feel good. So no, he wouldn’t accept them.
U - Unfair (how much does he like to provoke you?)
It’s a bit provocative at first. As I said, he likes it when you beg, he’d torture you until tears well up in your eyes, knowing that your fury will turn into desire.
V - Volume(how loud is it during sex?)
He’s loud, yes. He moans and gasps loudly, his breathing is also noticeable when he’s close. But obviously, it doesn’t compare to your screams.
W - Wild card (small random story)
The sound of the car door echoed through the garage as Arber slammed it shut. His stiff back stood out in front of you as you called out to him softly.
The ride had been really uncomfortable and tense. He was angry. You tried to touch his thigh while he was driving but he didn’t respond to you. Then you wanted to kiss his cheek but he pulled away, saying he was driving. He was never like that. Quite the opposite.
He was jealous. Arber would never make a scene but seeing you with Cole tonight, you two talking all night, exchanging numbers, taking a selfie was the last straw.
Even though you didn’t mean anything by it, it was obvious you might have gone a little too far but you and Cole were the same age, got along well, you wanted to make friends in the city and he needed dating advice.
“Arber” you call out as he angrily takes off his jacket at the door to the room. He ignores you. “Honey” you insist, grabbing his forearm so he’ll look at you.
His dark eyes are shining, his serious expression makes it clear he didn’t enjoy tonight. His shoulders and jaw are tense.
“Are you really going to ignore me for talking to Cole?” you ask, feigning innocence. “We were just talking, I really like him”
He says nothing, just stares at you. Intently, his face impassive. But you can see his jaw muscle twitching.
Although you should be serious and talk about this normally, your body is sending a different signal. You want to provoke him. The heat in your legs starts to rise as his eyes pierce yours. He’s angry, and you love it.
As his forehead wrinkles slightly, the vein in his neck stands out, his eyes stabbing you with desperation. A small smile appears on your lips.
“Are you jealous of Cole, Arber?” you ask in a flirty tone. “He’s just my friend, you...”
Arber growls in response and his hands wrap around your waist, his body pressing against yours until your back hits the wall of your room.
His murderous gaze fixes on you again as his knee wedges itself between your legs, making you gasp.
"He's not your friend" he emphasized the word not. "You knew what you were doing there" he spits seriously.
You battled with yourself to keep from smiling, you knew it. You wanted him to see you, to notice. You wanted to make him angry. Your heart races as his body presses harder against you, you can feel how hot and tense he is.
“That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” he murmurs harshly. “Teasing me with Cole" his position hardens as he presses you again.
"You want Daddy to punish you, right?" he asks ironically.
You bite your lip as his hands lift you by your butt, pulling you against his waist. Luckily for you, he was already aroused enough. His swollen member beneath his dress pants, hard and hot. The friction of his crotch against yours makes you moan but Arber denies you that, staying still.
“What would you do if I said yes?” you reply, bringing your face close to his. Your voice sounds flirty, hot, innocent.
His right hand travels up your chest and stops at your neck, applying barely any pressure. A gasp escapes when the electric current hits your pussy.
“Oh, baby, you don’t want to know” he spits with a smirk.
X - X-ray (how big is it and how?)
Big. Fucking huge. Thick, long, veiny. You love it even though it might break you.
Y - Yearning (how long can desire last?)
He’s a very sexual person. He exudes sex whenever he can. Don’t blame him, you’re too hot and he wants to be inside you 24/7.
Z - Zzz(how is his sleep after sex?)
When he gives you enough love, he sleeps like an animal. He’s a heavy sleeper so you won’t hear a peep from him all night, he needs to recharge his batteries.
Imagine your first time with your boyfriend Will Smith
First time —Will Smith.
Summary: Your boyfriend is staying overnight at your house for the first time but that's not the only first time.
Warnings: YES. +18. Smut, soft, cute, virgin!reader, friends to lovers, sexually explicit content, MDNI, p in v, etc.
I apologize if there are any mistakes. English is not my first language.
The movie was playing while your hands remained tightly clasped but honestly, neither of you had been paying much attention to it for quite some time. You’re curled up against Will on the couch, a blanket draped over your legs, his arm wrapped around your shoulders and your hand resting on his chest, feeling the rhythm of his breathing slow with every passing minute.
His fingers trace slow lines across your arm, gentle, almost absent-minded but so comforting they give you chills. The beating of his heart sounds calm in your ear as your thoughts are calm.
It’s been several hours since you’ve been here after making dinner and eating, you decided to watch something fun on TV. Outside, the storm is beginning to roll in, you can hear distant thunder announcing its arrival. The rain drums against the windows with a slow, steady rhythm, as if the sky knew that tonight you needed an excuse not to let him go.
You sit up slightly as the rain grows louder. Will calls out to you but you move away from him anyway, heading to the window. You open the curtain a little and watch as the water falls mercilessly onto the street, the lights are barely visible through the downpour and the sky is lit up by flashes of lightning.
You turn slightly and Will is waiting for you, remote in hand, pausing the movie.
“Are you staying tonight?” you whisper shyly, turning back toward him.
Will smiles as you approach and lean in to kiss the tip of his nose. You were a little nervous but you smile at him confidently. You want him to stay. Would he want to stay? Your whole body trembles at the thought.
“If that’s what you want, are you sure?”
You nod, feeling your cheeks flush.
“It’s late… it’s raining… and we’re practically already in bed” you say, resting your head on his chest again.
He doesn’t answer right away, he just tightens his embrace a little more tenderly with a soft laugh. You can feel his heart racing.
“Of course, baby. I’d love to stay with you tonight” he murmurs, smiling.
You lift your head to look at him and you both smile tenderly. Butterflies flutter in your stomach as his hand caresses your cheek and he leans in to give you a quick kiss on the lips.
“Then let’s get ready” you murmur as you get up from the couch.
But you don’t get very far because Will pulls you back as you stand up and you fall onto his chest again. This time, his lips find yours and you kiss gently to the rhythm of the rain behind you.
It’s tender and intimate, something you’re not used to doing yet but you definitely want to do more often. A few seconds pass as you keep kissing until you pull away from him, even though Will protests, you push him away and you get up amid silly laughter and slow steps.
When you reach your room, you go to the bathroom and you share a spare toothbrush you always keep on hand, since it was clear Will hadn’t come prepared for this.
You brush your teeth side by side, exchanging glances through the mirror, your cheeks flushed, bumping elbows, teasing each other about the funny faces you make while rinsing. Will kisses your cheeks from time to time while you slowly brush your hair.
You hand him a towel to dry his face and he accepts it with a mischievous smile.
“I never thought brushing our teeth together would be so cute” he says as he dries off.
“You’re cute” you dare to say and he freezes for a second.
A tender smile appears on his face as his eyes light up. It’s probably the cheesiest, silliest thing you’ve ever said, but you really mean it.
“Not as much as you” he says as his hands gently wrap around your waist. His fingers trace your skin and you smile, feeling the warmth of his touch.
You’re a little excited and anxious about tonight. It’s barely begun and you already feel like you’re melting with tenderness. Will is wonderfulI.
It’s only been five months since you started dating, and your story is still unfolding. It’s the first time you’ll spend the night together, in the same room, in the same bed, sharing the same air and feelings.
You met Will one summer night at a party at Boston University, where you were studying and Will was too. At first, it was all just friendship, your friends introduced you to Will and you hit it off right away. You didn’t have much in common, but somehow, that brought you closer. It was a novelty to meet an “ice boy” (that’s what you called them).
Your friends and Will’s friends started hanging out more, until one day, one of those outings turned into a secret date. Will took you to your favorite café in Boston and confessed his feelings to you. You were a little scared, it’s not something that happens every day, for a guy as cute and sweet as Will Smith to confess his feelings to you. And it’s not that you didn’t like him, in fact, you liked him a lot. But you were new to romance and honestly, it all seemed unreal.
Even so, Will didn’t rush things. He didn’t pressure you and most importantly, he didn’t back off. That’s something you really appreciated. And then, you realized you were so smitten with him. Finally, you two became a thing.
You spent afternoons in the library, you studying, Will just watching you and teasing you. You went to his games, wearing his jersey and cheered him on. He walked you home after class and you’d stand at your gate kissing for hours.
Until about three months ago, when he finally asked you to be his girlfriend. Since then, you’ve become inseparable, partners in every aspect of life. Shared laughter as you walked hand in hand through the streets, phone conversations until dawn and every moment since then has taken on new meaning.
After you finish getting ready for bed, his hand gently seeks yours as you walk to your bedroom.
The light from the night lamp is warm, barely illuminating the room. The storm sounds in the background like a distant song. He helps you get into bed as you smooth out the sheets and settle in. You quickly find your pajamas, slipping them on while Will is busy taking off his clothes. He takes off his pants and is left in his underwear and T-shirt.
Your cheeks flush when your gaze meets his. The heart in your chest pounds like a drum as you slip into bed and Will does the same. Now you’re face to face, looking at each other shyly.
His wavy locks fall across his forehead and you feel the urge to stroke them. Being so close to him makes you want to touch him, even in the least innocent ways. And that scares you a little, because you’ve never touched anyone like this before. You’ve never even wanted to.
“Are you comfortable?” he asks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Very much”
You lean in and rest your head on his chest. You hear his heartbeat and for a moment, you just breathe there, listening to how his body is listening to you too.
“Thanks for staying” you say softly.
“Thanks for asking me to” he replies, running his fingertips along your back.
Your whole body shivers at that moment. You feel a warmth wash over you, drawing you toward him.
You lift your head to look at him. He was already looking at you. And in that instant, the distance between you vanishes.
The first kiss is slow, gentle, shy. His lips touch yours with a delicacy that makes your fingers tremble. You kiss as if you’ve been waiting for this for a long time. Your hands move up to his neck and then to his hair, tangling in his strands. His hands caress your waist over your clothes, unhurriedly and gently.
You can’t stop kissing. Not even when you pull away to catch your breath, it’s as if you’re drawn to each other like magnets, your bodies seeking each other’s warmth immediately, coming together in an endless kiss filled with emotion, tenderness and passion. His hands begin to move up your back and caress your long hair, while you automatically position yourself on top of him.
A flush rises to your cheeks when you realize your sudden movement, you find yourself straddling his body as you continue kissing with a harder, wilder intensity. Will’s hands move timidly over your body and settle on your lower back, caressing you.
A gasp escapes his lips as you settle onto his pelvis and with a wrong move, you brush against his crotch. A sudden heat rises up your legs toward your center and a jolt of reality makes you break his fiery kiss. You quickly pull away from him, noticing the erection in his underwear and cover your face with your hands in embarrassment.
“Will, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to…” you try to say, embarrassed at the sight of his sudden erection.
He sits up, covering himself slightly and takes your hands, moving them away from your face. His cheeks are red too, his eyes shining with a special glow as he smiles to comfort you.
“It’s okay, baby” he murmurs tenderly and you bite your lip, still embarrassed. “I can’t help it when you kiss me like that”
A mischievous chuckle escapes his lips. Your cheeks start to burn as your mind registers what he’s saying. You gave him an erection. You really didn’t mean to but his kisses felt so good, his lips on yours, his hands on your body, that suddenly you wanted to keep going.
You’re still kneeling on your knees near him while your cheeks burn but not from embarrassment. It was clear you’d had a physical reaction too when you rubbed against him unintentionally.
“I-I... I want to do it” you say so softly it’s barely audible.
Will seems to freeze as he takes in your words. A hint of concern crosses his face.
“We don’t have to do it today. I don’t want you to feel pressured” he says, cupping your cheeks. “This is nothing, it’ll pass soon... Don’t worry about me”
Even though you appreciate his patience and the space he’s giving you, you’re just as turned on as he is, and you feel too good and too comfortable to let the moment slip away.
“I want to do it, Will, with you” you say, sure and confident.
Will looks at you with love and tenderness. His hand squeezes yours, calling you in a unique and precious way. Even though it sounds strong and forceful, your body trembles with nerves and a little fear. But you truly feel that you want to do it.
The atmosphere feels a bit tense, your gazes remain locked as you feel your heart about to burst out of your chest.
“I’ve never… I’ve never…”
The words fall apart in your mouth as you try to confess that you’ve never had sex with anyone. Your biggest fear is saying it out loud. It’s been your biggest insecurity since you started college. Being a virgin in college is synonymous with being a prude and even though you’re not innocent or anything like that, you’ve always dreamed of having your first time with someone who’s worth it. Like Will.
His gaze softens as you speak. Even though you haven’t said anything, he understands perfectly. Once again, a look of concern and surprise crosses his face and his fingers squeeze your skin.
“We can do whatever makes you feel comfortable, we can kiss all night long or we can just touch each other like we did a moment ago” he says softly, seeking your shy gaze.
A small, nervous giggle escapes your lips and you lean in to kiss his lips gently and tenderly. Your whole body shivers as you feel his warm lips again. His mouth takes you fiercely as he begins to lie back down on the bed and you settle yourself on top of him.
The heat in the room begins to rise as your chest presses against Will’s and you kiss more desperately, more erratically. Will’s hands slide down your back and grip your butt, encircling them completely. A stifled gasp escapes your throat.
“Take me, Will” you beg, somewhat desperate.
You’re ready. More than ever. You want to give your virginity to Will, you want the two of you to take the next step.
“Your wish is your command” He smiles broadly at your lips, and his fingers caress you gently, conveying a sense of security. His pupils dilate as your eyes meet his, his lips tremble slightly.
It all starts slowly, filled with sweet pauses, nervous smiles and long glances as you undress. Shyness and embarrassment are left behind as his gaze fills you with confidence and comfort. It’s obvious that Will wants to make your first time a magical and romantic moment, so he doesn’t rush.
He takes the time to admire your body as you stand topless before him, even though you’re trembling with embarrassment, Will dedicates himself to kissing every inch of your skin gently and tenderly. First the skin of your neck, moving down your collarbone until he reaches your chest. His fingers caress your erect nipples, charged with energy and you feel an electric current when his hands cup your breasts.
Your back arches against him as you moan. It’s only the beginning and you’re experiencing the greatest pleasure you’ve ever felt. His mouth leaves a kiss on the top of your breast and then he looks at you again. He’s asking for your permission. From you.
You nod with a tender smile and your fingers wrap around the back of his neck, enveloping him with your arms as you tremble with shyness. His mouth takes one of your nipples and your fingers clench in his hair as you’re hit by a wave of pleasure. This feels so amazing. He spends a few minutes kissing your nipples while his fingers caress the exposed flesh of your other breast with soft, warm touches that make you squirm.
Your hands tangle in the strands of his hair as his kisses take a different path, traveling down your belly. Even though you want to kiss him on the mouth and feel him close to you, you don’t complain about this sensation.
His large hands take hold of your thighs and gently, deliberately spread your legs apart, observing every detail of your body as he does so. Perhaps on some other occasion this would have seemed terrifying or embarrassing to you but you don’t feel that way at all. In fact, you feel more ready than ever. The heat in your body is almost unbearable, you can’t hold out a second longer and you know you’re more than ready for him.
His mouth kisses your inner thigh with little touches that make you gasp with each one. Your hands remain clasped in his hair, running through it and your body writhes as he draws closer to you.
With your help, he removes your panties and moves toward your face. He looks at you with his bright, beautiful eyes. Your mouth captures his and you kiss him confidently, lovingly. It’s a little thank-you for making you feel so special.
His hands shyly caress your center but when you moan, he does it again. Your wetness is obvious, and even though you’re dying of embarrassment, you know he’s desperate too. His bulge brushes against your thighs as the kiss intensifies. His fingers caress your clitoris and you squeal with pleasure, biting your lips. Will also gasps and smiles into your mouth when he hears you so uninhibited.
When waves of pleasure wash over you, your hand stops his, looking at him with a soft gaze. As much as there’s nothing else you want to do but this, you already need to feel him inside you.
He understands perfectly and kisses your forehead before pulling away. He takes off his clothes, first his shirt and you bite your lip as you admire his hard, sculpted chest. Then he finishes taking off his boxers and your cheeks turn pink as you notice his member.
For a moment, your head fills with thoughts as you look at his erect member, its tip wet with pre-cum and how it looks. It’s not the first time you’ve seen a penis but it’s the first time something will actually enter you and it surprises you. It’s big, veiny and pink. It looks delicate, and Will definitely knows it.
Despite a little fear and nervousness about the moment, you lean slightly to the side and pull a condom out of your nightstand. You die of embarrassment when his amused and surprised gaze meets yours.
“Don’t look at me like that. Mom always says I should be prepared!” you squeal playfully as you hide your red cheeks.
He lets out a sweet laugh, which sounds like music to your ears and moves closer to you again. He takes the condom from your hand and pulls it out of its wrapper, trembling but carefully.
In your chest, a thousand sensations begin to surge as nerves wash over you. Doubts terrify you a little, making you wonder if this is okay, if it will hurt or if you’ll actually enjoy it but all your questions are answered when Will looks at you.
He positions himself between your legs, sighing gently as your hands trace his arms and move up to his shoulders. You’re both nervous, your breaths ragged and your hearts racing as you look straight into each other’s eyes. You bite your lip shyly, Will smiles and you can feel him settle between your legs as his penis brushes against your inner thigh. Your chest tightens.
“It will hurt a bit, okay?” he says worriedly. “Stop me the moment it doesn’t feel good or whenever you want, I don’t want to hurt you…”
“I trust you, Will” you say, cupping his face. He smiles tenderly.
He takes the base of his cock and uses the tip to stroke your slit, up and down, getting wet with your moisture and touches your magic spot again. Then, when he’s ready, with your look of approval, he enters you. You both gasp at first your gasp sounds more like pain, so his gaze quickly seeks yours.
He looks worried but you shake your head.
“Keep going…” you sigh, caressing the back of his neck.
Will nods and continues to push deeper into you. Your walls are tight and it hurts, your heart is pounding and your palms are sweaty but when you feel him fully inside you, you gasp.
It’s just a slight burning sensation, clearly, he had taken the time to prepare you well. For which you are infinitely grateful. He waits a few seconds while you kiss passionately, his hands caressing your head and yours clinging tightly to his shoulders.
He makes a movement inside you, making you moan and he knows you’re ready. So he begins to move inside you, sliding in and out, gently and deeply. You no longer feel any pain at all and just moan with pleasure as he makes love to you over and over again. You touch each other with a mix of eagerness and tenderness, with an almost sacred attention.
Your body entwines with his naturally and at no point do you feel out of place. Quite the opposite with him, you feel like the world falls into place.
And when you finally feel united in the deepest part of you, no one else matters but the two of you and your ragged breaths. He caresses your face as he penetrates you, whispers sweet things in your ear and you hold him as if you wanted to stay like this forever. There is no pain of any kind anymore, the shyness, the embarrassment, it has all vanished.
There’s no rush. There’s no need for perfection. There’s only love, excitement and the certainty that something has changed forever between the two of you.
When it’s all over, he settles down beside you and wraps you in his arms as if you were the most precious thing he has. He kisses your forehead, your eyelids and caresses your skin.
“Thank you for trusting me. For giving me this”
“Thank you for making it so beautiful, Will” you reply, your eyes already closing, smiling.
And as the rain continues to fall gently outside, you fall asleep with the feeling that, for the first time, you’re exactly where you want to be.
could we get nsfw alphabet for fraser minten perhaps?👀
A to Z —Fraser Minten.
Category: NSFW alphabet.
Warnings: YES. +18. Smut, explicit sexual content, MNDI, etc.
A - aftercare (what is it like after sex?)
He gets really clingy after sex, that’s literally when his need for love is at its peak. It’s his way of thanking you for making him feel so good. Fraser gently caresses your skin while tucking your hair behind your ear and showering you with soft kisses.
B - body part (favorite part of your body and his)
He deeply loves your moles, he thinks they’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. His fingers always trace the little patterns as if he were drawing on your skin. And as for himself, he likes his hands because he can literally touch you.
C - cum (anything about coming)
He comes inside, he loves that feeling of depth he gets when he’s inside you. For him, it’s the most special thing. The closeness, the connection, having you in every sense.
D - dirty secret (some dirty secret).
I think Fraser is a ass man, so he'd definitely like to fuck your ass. Although he knows it's something sacred and that he must earn your trust. So that would be his biggest secret.
E - experience (experience in sex)
He’s average. He’s not a big expert but he knows how to pay attention to what you like and memorizes it so he can do it for you whenever he can.
F - favorite position
Definitely missionary. Because it lets him hold you close and keep you safe, look at you up close and kiss you while he makes love to you.
G - goofy (how serious is he during sex?)
Although he can be intense, he also laughs with you. Sometimes he just stares at you and smiles in the middle of it all because he simply likes you too much.
H - hair (how do you handle your personal hygiene?)
Sometimes he shaves, other times he doesn’t. He really doesn’t care, neither about his own nor yours. Fraser understands that it’s a matter of comfort and preference. but it’s completely normal.
I - intimacy (what is it like during sex?)
He’s very passionate. He takes the time to admire you, to make you feel special. He wants you to know that he loves you and that he’s grateful you let him have your body.
J - jack off (masturbation, how much do you masturbate?)
He doesn’t do it that much, he really prefers to wait for you and do it with you. But he definitely does it when you’re not around, he thinks about you so much that it’s usually enough to distract him quite a bit.
K - kink (fetishes during sex)
He loves hickies. On you or on him, he doesn’t care. But it’s a sensual way of belonging to each other. He likes to give them around your breasts or hips, as long as you can hide them. But he definitely doesn’t mind if you give them to him and the marks stay.
L - location (places to have sex)
Although any place with you feels special to him, his favorites are quiet spaces where he can take his time with you. Like the bedroom and definitely, the bathroom. He loves doing it in the bathroom, where you’re quiet and relaxed, hot and ready.
M - motivation (what excites him?)
When you sit on his lap and kiss his lips gently but intensely and for a long time, even if you do it without meaning to Fraser can’t help but get turned on when you’re on top of him.
N - no (what wouldn’t he do with you?)
He’s sweetly jealous. So I don’t think he’d ever share you with anyone. Nor could he do anything that would hurt you in any way, even if it’s just a game.
O - oral (how does he like to give/receive?)
He loves giving you pleasure more than anything else, simply because he enjoys seeing how you react to him. He’s gentle and tender and he really knows what he’s doing.
P - pace (how does he like to do it?)
He’s a bit of a tease at first. He prefers to take it slow, savor every second and make the moment last longer than expected (even when you’re desperate for him)
Q - quickie (does he like quick sex?)
If he gets the chance, he’ll take it. Although he can get carried away by the urgency, with you he always ends up wanting to stay a little longer.
R - risk (would he take risks? which ones?)
I think Fraser would take small risks with you if he knows you’ll both have fun, like having sex in a pool or in the car in the stadium parking lot. But he always makes sure no one’s around and it’s just the two of you.
S - stamina (how long does it last during sex?)
About two or three full rounds. Foreplay, oral sex, intercourse and hot caresses right until the end. He cares more about making you feel loved than just keeping track of time.
T - toy (use toys)
He would definitely use vibrators while he fucks you, he thinks it’s fun and knows you enjoy it. He might also use them to pleasure you while he just watches.
U - unfair (how much does he like to tease you?)
He likes to make you lose your mind, in a good way. He’s slow by nature, he knows that prolongs the moment and he loves watching you squirm for him and beg him to touch you.
V - volume (how loud is it during sex?)
He isn’t very loud but he can’t help letting out grunts, little laughs or sighs when he’s with you. Especially when he talks to you, his gasps escape his lips and it makes him incredibly sensual.
W - wild card (short random story)
You come home after an exhausting day. The dim light from the TV illuminates the living room as you walk in and see him there. Your boyfriend, lying asleep on the couch, with the screen flickering in front of him.
You approach slowly, smiling tenderly, seeing him like this, so carefree, always makes you smile. Fraser waited for you, even when you told him not to, he still decided to stay awake (or not quite) until he saw you.
When you reach him, your hand gently brushes his cheek.
“Fraser” you call softly and his eyes open just a little, looking like someone who’s just woken up.
“Baby, hi” he greets you, still half-asleep, when he sees you standing in front of him. A big smile spreads across your lips.
Fraser sighs and tries to keep his eyes open as he attempts to sit up quickly. Your hands rest on his shoulders and you shake your head, laying him back down. Before you can say anything, he grabs you with a firm gesture, pulling you toward him.
Suddenly you’re sitting on his lap, his head resting on your chest while your hands wrap around his broad shoulders.
“I told you to go to sleep” you tease him affectionately as his eyes meet yours. Fraser smiles like a child.
“I needed to see you before I went to sleep” he murmurs softly.
Your hands sink into his hair, massaging his scalp gently and tenderly. You know Fraser loves it, as his shoulders slump and his eyes blink. His warmth envelops you when his hands wrap around your waist and pull you closer to him, his breathing quickens and then his lips seek yours.
"I missed you today, baby" he says with a smile.
His hands slide down your hips, caressing your back in a sensual and romantic way. A giggle escapes your lips as Fraser brings his mouth close to your jaw and leaves a fiery kiss.
"Me too, darling," now your hands caress his hard pecs while your noses brush against each other.
You are so close that your breaths mingle as the atmosphere begins to rise. His lips desperately seek yours. The kiss is intense, urgent, as if he wants to show you how much he misses you and you return it in the same way. Because you missed him too.
His hands slide down to your butt and squeeze it, making you gasp as your lips trail down his neck. Your lips taste, your teeth bite and your tongue wets his sensitive skin on his neck while Fraser moans, holding you tight.
Fraser is now fully awake (and I don’t mean from his sleep) and your crotch burns, making you gasp. His hands on your butt help you move on top of him and you start grinding against his crotch. Now you switch positions, it’s Fraser who licks your neck while your head falls back, feeling the pleasure course through your body.
His lips suck on your sensitive skin, seeking to leave marks, while your hips start moving even faster, seeking relief.
X - x-ray (how big is it and how?)
It’s big. Thick and veiny. But he knows that size doesn’t matter, since all that matters is how he can use it on you and make you feel good.
Y - yearning (how long can desire last?)
His desire lasts a very long time. He knows that sex isn’t everything in a relationship and that it’s more emotional than physical. He takes great care of your relationship and could wait as long as you need.
Z - zzz (how is his sleep after sex?)
He doesn’t fall asleep that quickly, you’ll probably doze off before he does. He likes to watch you lying on his chest, running his fingers down your back and letting himself be carried away by the feeling of having you so close to him. When he’s had enough of you, that’s when he falls asleep.
