I moved back home and started a new job, which is chaotic because I’m still paying rent for my old place for another month (listen ya girl was HOME SICK and I am not paying extra money to break a lease one month away so yeah)
THAT BEING SAID
I am planning on writing but my job has me exhausted most days so I flop in bed and just dissociate from the world.
So I apologize for the lack of Armin finale, it’s a draft and like half written. I’m hoping to have it up by end of January.
Hi my name is Jade and I wrote this purely because I wanted to torture @melsthots with teasers but not tell her who it’s about…
Anyways here’s a one shot for ⟡ CowBoy!Jean x Reader via the style of episode 1 of Grey’s Anatomy where you sleep with the guy you see at work
Flash backs are italics — SMUT FLASHBACKS AND AT THE END MDNI I STG GET OFF MY PAGE
CW: unprotected sex, fingering, p in v, female!reader, one night stand, against the wall
You woke up tangled in a mess of covers. The sun peaking through the blinds, making you wince just slightly. Then the migraine hit.
Jesus Christ what did you drink last night? How much did you drink last night?
You sit up, only to feel arms pull you back into bed. Your eyes widened in shock. No. No, you don’t have one night stands. Especially not drunk!
Your head turns to look at the person in bed. He’s… fuck he’s hot. Soft stubble around his chin and ashy blondish brown hair, in a mullet? Fuck he is your type.
You try to wiggle free but to no avail.
“Going somewhere?”
How the fuck does one man sound so hot in the morning?
You turn and laugh awkwardly, “I have to go to work…it’s my first day.”
Surprisingly, not a lie.
He raises an eyebrow, “If you just wanted a quick fuck you could have just said that. I’m a big boy, I can handle it.”
He rolls out of bed and your face flushes as you see your nail marks red on his back.
“No, I - I do have to go to work. I’m not avoiding you. I just. Shit I have to go… uh..?”
He slips his boxers back on and walk over to you, still covered up in the blanket.
“Can’t remember my name, sweetheart? You sure knew it last night.” He grins.
Oh fuck he’s so annoyingly hot.
“I gotta go,” you blurt and run to the bathroom.
You wipe your face and get ready, random hot man can wait another day.
Your drive out to the ranch was surprisingly smooth. The fresh gravel path made it simple enough to navigate through, though you did have to stop for a few ducks and chickens that were passing by.
The ranch itself was gorgeous. Three large pastures for cows, horses, and sheep and a few smaller pastures for the fowls. The smell wasn’t too bad for a ranch, but being a vet technician for large animals meant dealing with wild smells sometimes.
You parked your car up by the small office, a large hanging wooden sign in golden lettering read ‘Paradis Ranching’. You grab your bag and head inside.
A brown haired woman was sitting at the desk, she smiled upon seeing you.
“Hi! Are you the Vet?” She asks.
“That’s me, you guys called about a possible Laminitis case?”
She nods, “Yes. Poor thing hasn’t put much weight on his front hoof in a few days, and the shoe looks fine.”
You nod, “Well, it’s a good thing you called. I’ve got my mobile x-ray in my bag, so we can find out today.”
She smiles and makes a call for a man named Connie to come up and get you. Waiting outside for not even a few minutes a golf cart comes up.
“You the Doctor?” The man smiles.
You nod, “Yep, you must be Connie.”
“Yes ma’am. Hop in and I’ll take you down to the stables.”
The horse stables were a lot larger than you thought. Connie explained during the summer they hold horse riding classes, leading them to have obtained several horses over the years.
Out in the ring you see a man riding on a beautiful chestnut colored horse. You couldn’t help but stare at the way his body moved with the horse, in sync with every turn.
“That’s Jean, he’s our main horse guy, the one who immediately called about Ozzy’s foot.”
You raise an eyebrow, “Ozzy? Like Ozzy Osbourne?”
Connie nods, “Oh yeah. He’s a big horse with a nice solid black coat. It was fitting.” He waves down his friend, the man quickly noticing and riding over.
Your heart drops as he comes into view. The hot guy from this morning… last night… Jean…
Your mind flashes back to the night before, his lips locked onto yours as he ground his hips into yours. The sweet soft sounds of his hitched breathing as your hand slipped down his pants.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you don’t gotta be in such a rush, we got all night” he grins.
His hand came up and cupped your breast gently, his tongue sliding over your nipple before sucking softly. His soft but deep moan vibrating against your skin.
He smirks, tipping his hat down slightly to you, “Sweetheart, nice to see you again. You didn’t mention you were a vet last night.”
Your face flushes and words die in your mouth, “uh…”
Connie looks back and forth between the two of you and starts busting with laughter.
“Oh sweet Jesus, are you the lady that scratched his back to hell and back?!”
Your face heats further as you cover up with your hands. Fuck. Connie starts goin on about some shit that the ‘one time Jean fucks a random woman’. You look up to see Jean still smiling at you. Damn his pretty ass smile.
After a few x-rays, you determined that Ozzy was in fact just being dramatic. No laminitis to be found. You reach up and pet the horse gently.
“Causing all kinds of trouble, huh, Ozzy?” You smile.
Ozzy nudges you playfully and you laugh, he knew he was being funny.
Jean sighs in relief, “Well, that’s good news at least. Now tell me how much I owe for that damn x-ray.”
You shake your head, “Don’t worry about it. There wasn’t anything wrong with his foot, no need to charge. Plus… if necessary my boss has a program I can put your ranch under so it will be legal for me to offer you a free service.”
Jean’s eyebrows raise, “well that’s mighty kind of you, what’s the catch?”
“Nothing. My boss has always been animals first, so he won’t mind at all, and he’s got more than enough money to cover an x-ray or two.” You laugh.
Jean smiles… that damn smile again.
“You taste so good, sweetheart. Could stay down here for hours.” Jean moans as his tongue laps at your core.
Your hands are gripping his hair like a life line, never having anyone eat you out like this before. None of your past relationships did it like this. Your legs trembled from the pleasure, his massive hands gripping at your thighs to keep you spread while he feasted.
You clear your throat, “Uhm… anyways. It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. Call if you need anything else.”
He smiles as you hand him your business card.
“Absolutely, sweetheart.”
Fucking hell.
A few weeks had passed since you left Paradis Ranch, and life was normal. A few clients came into the clinic for check ups and a house call, but nothing major.
You’re finishing up some paperwork when the bell rang to the front door of the clinic, and you looked up to see none other than Jean.
“Hey, Sweetheart.” He smiles.
“Oh, uhm… Hey. Everything alright?”
He shakes his head, “Not quite.” He leans over the counter with a smirk, “I can’t stop thinking about the other night.”
God neither could you, but that wasn’t his business.
“Oh—“
“Look,” he holds up his hand gently, “I won’t waste your time. I’m not looking for love and romance right now. The ranch is taking most of my time but I had a damn good time, and if I remember correctly, so did you. Am I right, darlin’?”
You flush but nod.
“Good girl for not lyin’ to me.”
Oh you’re so fucked.
“Now, are you interested, or not. Up to you.”
You don’t hesitate to answer with an immediate yes. He smirks and nods gently towards the back room. Your feet move before you can think twice and lead him to the security office. Once the door shuts his lips are immediately on yours, lifting you up into his arms with ease, is years of ranching ever present on the way his biceps flexed.
He backs you up against the wall, and your hips wrap around his waist. He smiles against the kiss, “atta girl”.
Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. His tongue slides into your mouth easily, tasting the fresh mint gum he had clearly had just before coming in.
“Jean—“ you moan.
“I know, Darlin’. I know, let me help you.”
His hands quickly push up the fabric of your dress, rubbing gently against your underwear.
“Hmm, you got excited didn’t you sweetheart, can feel it.”
“Shut up,” you groan.
He chuckles, “Fiesty, I like that.”
He pushes your panties to the side, looking down with a smirk.
“Look at that, all pretty and wet just for me?”
Infuriating man. You’re about to argue but instead a moan tips off your tongue as his fingers slide inside you. He smiles against your neck, leaving soft kisses down your collarbone.
“That’s it sweetheart, taking my fingers real nice.”
God you want to punch him, but you can’t even hide how much you’re enjoying this. Small gasps coming from you with every curve of his finger. Hips moving against his hand out of sheer desperation.
“Want more, beautiful?” He asks.
You can only muster a broken gasp in response. He laughs softly and inserts another finger, three stretching you just perfect.
You nudge his face with your own to get him to move off your neck so you can kiss him again, hoping that would be enough to quiet your moans.
It’s not.
His fingers move faster, making you whine into the kiss. Your breath hitching and your moans jumping an octave. You’re close and he knows it. The grip he remembers from weeks ago coming back into his mind.
“Let go for me darlin’” he whispers into your ear.
You moan outright near desperate and needy as your climax washes over your body, your legs squeezing his waist to anchor yourself.
Jean kisses your forehead, “Good girl. Can you do one more for me?”
You look down to see his cock straining against his pants. You nod and unbuckle his comically large belt and pull him free from his boxers.
“This time I’ll make sure you remember my damn name.” Jean grins as he slides inside you, giving you time to adjust before bottoming out.
“Fuck, Jean,” you moan.
“I know, you’re gripping me damn tight, sweetheart.” He kisses your forehead again.
After a few minutes you nod for him to move and the feeling is immaculate. Every inch of him could be felt. His hips moving in a steady pace. He lifts your dress up higher to move his hands up over your breasts. His thumb playing softly with your nipple as he kisses you again.
You moan again, making him grunt. His hands readjust you against the wall, allowing him to hit deeper and faster.
“Oh fuck!” You cry out.
He smirks and leans down to the side of your face, nibbling your ear just slightly. Your whines growing louder, clenching around him.
“Fuck darling I won’t last if you keep doin that—“ he moans into your ear.
You can’t help it, he feels too good, you’re too sensitive, and he sounds like smooth bourbon. You lock your legs further onto him, and he groans.
“Dammit,” he inhales deeply, “Fuck!”
You feel him twitch inside you, and thank God, cause you’re right there too. He slams into you one last time and spills over, causing you to reach your peak as well.
He holds you gently for a few minutes, letting you catch your breath. He kisses your temple and gently sets you down back on your feet.
“You alright darlin’?”
You simply nod, making him smile. He places his hat on top of your head, slightly too big but he can’t help to smile.
“You familiar with the cowboy hat rule, sweetheart?”
Your eyes widen and nod. He smirks and rubs your cheek softly.
“Call me when you want to give it back.” He winks, handing you his number before walking out.
If you made it here I hope you enjoyed it! (Please I had to look up so much horse information it’s FINE. also Mel YOU’RE WELCOME!!!) - Jade
hey so smutmas part 1 and probably part 2 will be out today! i literally hated everything i wrote and decided to redo it! yay me! to make up for it, here’s a snippet of part one feat. eren jaeger! enjoy, loves!
Hi I had some thoughts and now I wanna share smutty at the end.
⁀➴ Bestfriend!Gojo who has known you since before you can remember. The one who always snuck off with you to do literally anything else but learn about his family name and expectations. The one who silently envied you for not having to worry about the same things he does, yet was happy because you were free.
⁀➴ Bestfriend!Gojo who was excited and terrified that you were able to see curses. You never mentioned it before because you didnt really understand what they were, coming from a non-sorcerer family.
⁀➴ Bestfriend!Gojo who taught you everything he could until school was necessary. The one who convinced your parents to let you come to Tokyo Jujutsu High so you both could learn away from his family’s grasp.
⁀➴ Bestfriend!Gojo who always included you in the friend group. The one who forced you to meet Geto and Shoko, despite your initial shyness to meeting new people.
⁀➴ Bestfriend!Gojo whose heart stopped when he saw you standing yards away from Toji Fushiguro. The one who almost died that day thinking he never told you how much you mean to him. The one who came back after unlocking more power just to fight more… and so he could protect you.
⁀➴ Bestfriend!Gojo who you were concerned about after Geto left. The one who you pleaded to talk to you about what he was feeling. The one who you felt hopeless trying to help. The one who was always going to deny your help, because it was his job to protect you.
⁀➴ Bestfriend!Gojo who understood when you said you needed a break from the sorcerer life. The one who hugged you tight and wished you well on whatever your hearts desires were. The one who kissed your forehead softly and whispered, “come back one day” before you left.
⁀➴ Bestfriend!Gojo who spent years keeping in touch with you over texts. The one who missed you daily but never let you think he wasn’t okay. The one who sent you silly pictures of his life. The one who kept you entertained when your own life was boring and mundane.
⁀➴ Bestfriend!Gojo who told you about a random kid named Yuji and how he ate one of Sukuna’s fingers and somehow didn’t die. The one who typed in all caps when none other than Nanami Kento was on campus. The one who sent a million broken heart emojis when you said Kento did in fact look prettier than him. (As a joke of course)
⁀➴ Bestfriend!Gojo who stood frozen for about .2 seconds before pulling you into a hug when you came to visit. The one who introduced you as ‘my long lost wife’ to his coworkers. The one who couldn’t help but smile when you smacked his arm and declared that was absolutely not your husband.
⁀➴ Bestfriend!Gojo who introduced you to Toge Inumaki. The one who thought the language teacher should meet the kid who speaks onigiri ingredients. The one who laughed at you understanding the new language within ten minutes of meeting him. The one who got you a job at the same school he does.
⁀➴ Bestfriend!Gojo who kissed you out in the garden one morning and has not been able to control himself since. The one who will kiss you stupid on class changes in a closet. The one who will make out with you when you’re clearly trying to plan for lessons. The one who can’t stand to kiss you without holding your hips.
⁀➴ Bestfriend!Gojo who made you breathless when he ate you out for the first time. The one who had a grip on your thighs so hard that you didn’t mind the small marks that showed up the next morning. The one who had you pushing him away from your core when he wouldn’t stop even after your 3rd orgasm of the night. The one who said you’re the best thing he’s ever tasted.
⁀➴ Bestfriend!Gojo who let you blow him whenever you wanted. The one who cupped your cheek first to whisper sweetness before you started. The same one who would pull your hair and every so often thrust gently into your mouth just to hear you gag on his cock. The one who never let you waste a drop.
⁀➴ Bestfriend!Gojo who absolutely loved you in missionary. The one who got to watch his best friends face flush pink when he was sucking her nipples and fucking her deep. The one who loves to watch your eyes flutter close as you clench around his cock whenever you’re close. The one who always made sure your clit was never neglected.
⁀➴ Bestfriend!Gojo who became a mess when you rode him for the first time. The one who couldn’t catch his breath. The one who watched in fascination as his best friend used him just to take out her frustrations from a shitty day. The one who smacked your ass once and become obsessed with the sounds you make from it.
⁀➴ Bestfriend!Gojo who will always love you, his best friend.
This is my first time writing ANYTHING for Gojo 😅 I hope you all enjoyed! - Jade
Dividers by @/strangergraphics and @/cursed-carmine
A short, silly, sappy comic - about how Ceridwen fell for Halsin's big ol' heart first, so of course she would give it a smooch and she's the perfect height to do it <3
18+ MDNI not proof read sorry IVE HAD TO TRY AND POST THIS THREE TIMES BC TUMBLR HATES ME
how’s my day going? oh, i’ve just been thinking about single-father!Nanami who works so much that he has to hire a nanny to watch his little one.
he sifts through applications like it’s a chore, dragging himself through each one without a flicker of interest. days stretch into weeks.
he’s bored. he’s done.
and then a preview of a email with pretty pink lettering at the top catches his eye. he clicks on it, hesitantly, but as he scrolls through it, he’s thoroughly impressed. your credentials, your references - hell, the reputation behind your name - hit him like a spark to dry tinder. he finds himself leaning closer to his laptop screen before he even realizes it.
he doesn’t wait. a reply hits your email within minutes.
nanami.kento: can we schedule an interview this afternoon?
you fire off a reply before you can even think twice, toes curling with the kind of giddy excitement that makes it impossible to sit still.
he walks into the café at exactly 3 p.m., crisp and punctual, ordering his regular like it’s muscle memory.
“meeting someone?” the barista asks, eyes sparkling.
“what makes you think that?”
“she got here first,” she says, offering his coffee and tilting her head toward you. “told me she was waiting for a mr. nanami. she looked… adorably nervous.”
he murmurs his thanks, turning to follow her gesture. the second he spots you, all poised and waiting for him, it hits him like a punch to the ribs.
you’re too absorbed in the sunlight streaming through the window to notice him. he watches you like it’s a private show - the delicate tilt of your cup, the way your eyes soften at the sight of families walking by the cafe. he’s captivated by how happy you are just watching them…and by how utterly unaware you are of his presence.
his eyes drink you in and just like that, he knows he’s so fucked.
so, so fucked.
he slowly approaches your table, clearing his throat when he’s close enough to signal your attention. your head snaps in his direction, your eyes wide in shock for a moment. you stand up quickly, holding out your hand.
“mr. nanami? it’s nice to meet you.”
the way your voice curves around his name sends a shiver straight through him. he wants to trace every line of your face, memorize the subtle way you tilt your head, but he forces himself to meet your eyes, his own sparkling with awe.
he doesn’t dare think about how your dress just barely touches your knees, or how the neckline of your dress dances that edge of scandalous and yet still conservative. he can’t think about that.
not now. not here.
not ever.
so he talks, long hours, his daughter’s quirks, the usual. you remain steady, but there is a spark in the way you watch him, like you are quietly enjoying seeing him struggle to keep his focus. the small gestures, the tilt of your head, the way your fingers move along the cup, and the quick flick of your eyes meeting his all draw his attention. he tries to focus, but the more he looks at you, the harder it becomes, and suddenly remembering what he was even saying feels completely impossible.
you talk about your experience like it comes naturally, explaining how you’ve handled every kind of family setup. it all looks effortless even though he can see a hint of nerves in the way you shift in your seat. your smile when you talk about the families you’ve cared for lights up your face and the way your eyes find his for a brief second makes his heart skip a damn beat.
“she’s just..” his words falter. “she’s just a little..different. or at least, that’s what others have said.”
“i like different,” you say softly, your eyes sparkling. “if everybody was the same, then life would be pretty boring, hmm?”
you continue through your resume and he tries—God, he tries—to follow the words spilling from your mouth, but fuck, he’s too busy obsessing over the way your lips curl around every letter like they’re made for him. his eyes fight to stay focused on yours, fight to not drift down to you plump, pink lips.
he knows if he even so much as glances down to them, his brain will completely cease to think professional thoughts. you don’t even realize when they do, and you don’t realize he’s completely zoned out now, not even hearing what you’re saying.
instead, he’s thinking about how your lips would feel against his, your shiny gloss coating them as he kisses you roughly. your hands moving to his hair as he holds you against him, small whimpers moving from your mouth to his. the smile that would grace his mouth when he feels your legs wrap around him, and the gasp that would fall from your lips as you felt his cock hardening in his slacks.
your dress would ride up your thighs as he held onto them tightly, making sure you don’t slip from his grasp. the outline of his length would slide against your pussy, your wetness seeping through not only your underwear, but his slacks. you would roll your hips against him, small whimpers escaping your lips as you felt that knot growing in the pit of your stomach.
“that’s it beautiful,” he would say in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “making both of us feel so good, hmm?”
“need m-more,” you would whine in response, your head spinning from the way the head of his cock rubs against your clit repeatedly.
he’s thinking about how good you would look splayed out on his bed naked, your curves fully on display for him. you would instinctively try to cover yourself up, embarrassed by your body under the weight of his stare.
“don’t do that,” he would say sharply, pulling your arms away from your chest. “dont ever hide from me.”
his lips trailing down your body would make you forget how insecure you were about your figure, his quiet praises about how gorgeous you were making you sigh in content. he would pause as his mouth hovered over your cunt, looking to you for permission.
you, of fucking course, would nod.
he’s thinking about how your hand would hold his hair as his tongue circled your clit. your head would fall back into his sheets as he feasted like a starving man, and your fingers would pull at his blonde strands. he would groan into your pussy, a sound that truly sounded like an animal feasting on his favorite meal.
“k-kento,” you would whine, your hips rolling against his face. “pl-please!”
he would slip a finger into your dripping cunt, hooking it just right to hit that spot that drives you insane. your legs would tremble around his head, that knot inside of you threatening to snap.
“let go,” he would groan, his eyes watching your facial expression. “let go for me, beautiful.”
and you would. the moment he tastes your sweet release, he knows he’s a man that truly ruined.
he’s thinking about the way his name would sound as it fell from your lips, begging him to fuck you harder, faster. he would feel the way you tighten around him, your legs trembling around him as you feel your release drawing closer. his hips driving his cock into you at such a pace that you can’t even form words properly anymore. just incoherent noises coming from your mouth that feels like it’s forced open. his fingers would find your clit, rubbing it just soft enough to give you that little bit you needed to let go.
your face would look absolutely ethereal as you cum around him. his name falling from your lips like a chant as he fucked you through your orgasm, not letting his pace falter for even a second. your eyes notice when his eyebrows scrunch together, and you know he’s about to follow right behind you. when you beg him to come inside of you, he lets go completely, groaning your name as your cunt milks him.
he’s thinking about the way your eyes would gloss over as you stared at the ceiling afterwards. he would grab a towel and clean you up, softly saying praises about how good you did for him. your sweet smile would add to your completely fucked out expression on your face courtesy of your boss.
the barista interrupts at one point, asking him if he would like a refill of his coffee - a normal occurrence. this snaps his attention from his filthy thoughts and he silently praises the barista for the interruption, hoping that moment helps him calm down.
it does - slightly.
the conversation between the two of you flows, and before you know it, he’s offering you the job. he slides a folder across the table toward you, and your fingers brush his as you reach for it. the touch is quick, but it makes him pause. a little jolt runs through him that has nothing to do with the paperwork. you glance up, catching his eyes for a beat, and there’s a quiet, shared smile in that brief contact.
he thinks he’s finally home free until you ask, soft and casual, “So… when do you want me to start?”
every part of him wants to say right now, right here. the spark from your touch is still buzzing through him, making it impossible to think straight. his chest feels tight, his brain is running in circles, and his mouth is refusing to work properly.
“uh… monday. 8 a.m. i’ll… i’ll send you the address.”
AAAAHHH MY FIRST JJK POST!! pls let me know if y’all enjoyed it aaaannnndddd i might post a part two?? love y’all! - mel
CONTENT WARNINGS: female!reader, oral(female!reader receiving), shower shenanigans, overstimulation, thigh fucking, *almost* sex but no penetration // Not proofread so fair warning
!MINORS GET OFF MY PAGE!
Friday morning came and the cabin was cleared except for me and Armin. The rest of his family loaded up to get started on Black Friday shopping, leaving us to ourselves.
I grab a towel and some fresh clothes to take a shower, ready to feel the hot water against my skin. I turn the shower on and let it run for a few seconds as I undress, stepping in with an immediate sigh of relief.
As I’m rinsing shampoo from my hair I hear the door open.
“Hey, I’m just brushing my teeth.” Armin’s voice echos softly.
“No problem, min.”
I continue with my shower, washing my body, but I stop when I hear a small almost gut wrenching noise come from Armin. I peek my head out the side of the shower curtain, his eyes lock on mine.
“You okay?”
Armin doesn’t say anything at first, but I can clearly see a bulge forming in his sweatpants.
“Your figure… through the curtain…” he stammers, trying to explain.
I smirk, “You wanna join me?”
His eyes widen slightly, “Really?”
I nod my head, “Come on.”
I step back and can hear the frantic movement of Armin taking his clothes off and hitting something against the counter, making me giggle.
He steps in the shower and his jaw immediately falls, his eyes blatantly tracking up and down my body. I reach over and shut his mouth.
“Like what you see, sunshine?”
He nods, his eyes locking on mine and gently falling to his knees in front of me, lips immediately kissing up my thighs. I smile and cup his cheek gently.
“So eager, min. What do you want?”
He looks up and kisses over the top of my hip, “I want to taste you,” his kisses never stop.
I nod, “Then taste me,”
He doesn’t hesitate, moving my legs wider. His lips kiss over my inner thigh as he licks a long stripe at my core, moaning in the process. He looks up at me as he pushes further, only allowing me to see the top half of his face. His eyes flutter as his tongue swirls around my clit.
I gasp and tangle my fingers in his now semi-damp hair.
Fuck, he looks pretty like this.
His hands wrap around my thighs, pulling them wider and delving his tongue deeper, sucking my clit into mouth and focusing there. He moans and moves closer, adding slight pressure with his tongue.
“Fucking— shit, Min.” I moan.
He releases my clit and moves down, moaning at how wet I had become. Nuzzling his face closer, I gasp and curse as his nose prods and bumps my clit.
"Is this good?" He asks.
I nod with a moan, pulling his hair as my hips grind against him on their own accord, only causing him to moan into me.
“A-Armin I’m— fucking shit I’m gonna come!”
His eyes flash up to mine as he flicks his tongue faster.
“Shit! Armin!!” I gasp, riding his face as my body snaps with the force of my climax.
He laps up my release instantly, moving up back to my clit.
“Armin— wai— oh!”
I gasp as his fingers suddenly slide inside me, quickly settling at a pace that had me clenching around them in seconds.
“Oh my god!” I gasp, my head flying back against the shower wall.
“Mm, taste so fucking good, pretty.” Armin hums against my clit.
“Fuck don’t stop,” I moan, my hand gripping the shower curtain rod.
His fingers move faster, curling back to find that perfect spot.
“Shit!! Armin!” I scream.
My legs wobble as I peak a second time, my breath shallow and fleeting.
I watch as Armin licks his fingers clean and stands up, gripping my waist and wrapping my legs around his waist. He kisses my neck, sucking softly.
“Sound so good, pretty. Can I do more?” He asks.
“More?” I look at him like he’s insane.
He laughs, “I wanna fuck these pretty thighs.”
All I can do is nod, because that sounds like heaven right now. He grins and kisses my neck as he presses me into the wall, letting my legs fall back down.
He lines his cock up with my thighs and gently pushes past them, the top of him just barely touching my cunt. I hold back a whine, still sensitive from his early antics.
His kisses come to the front as he licks over my breasts and sucks a nipple into his mouth, his dick torturously moving between my thighs.
He licks up my chest and captures my lips in a surprisingly gentle kiss. My arms wrap around his neck to pull him closer.
"You feel so good," he moans my name, "gonna come all over these thighs."
I nod, unable to really form a coherent sentence. His hips speed up and he pulls back, releasing over my thighs. I lean into his chest, his arms easily picking me up to hold me against him.
I hear him turn the shower off and set me on the counter, gently wiping me dry. He smiles softly, "You okay?"
I nod, "Yeah, I'm okay."
"Good... cause I enjoyed that... a lot." He blushes.
I laugh softly, seeing how shy he is after the fact, "I noticed."
"Shut up," He groans embarrassed, tucking his head into the crook of my neck.
"It's alright, Sunshine. I had fun too." I kiss his cheek.
"Can we do it again later?"
I can't help but laugh, "If you do it like that every time? Just say the word and I'll come over."
"Promise?" He asks, a cheesy grin on his face.
"Yeah, Min. I promise."
This one was short I know but I've got the next part a little longer so hehehe - Jade
