Warnings: mentions of sex, hickies, scratches, amnesia, Vegas shenanigans, alcohol consumption, hangover, Shangqi being a tease, implied smut (plz let me know if I am forgetting any)
Summary: A trip to Vegas leads to you waking up to another man in your bed.
Word Count: 864
Notes: This started as a request from my bday sleepover almost a year ago 💀 and I lost inspo for it until I decided to take part in @the-slumberparty Warm-Up: One Word Drabble. Thank you Navy and Roo for hosting this sleepover and thank you Bri Bri for the request! Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊
word generated: club
request: 🎉 from the prompt list, specially the smutty ones, 15. “I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.” and 29. “I’ll take it that you like what you see.” with Shangqi? 🫣 👀 - @hollandparkersx
You woke up to a pounding headache and dry throat. But with your friends around, you knew that you would end up drinking more than you can handle and make even more crazy decisions. Speaking of your friends.
Oh shit, what time was it?
The alarm clock on the side of your bed flashed 11:30am. You groaned, massaging your temples.
Well, so much for brunch at The Cosmopolitan.
In annoyance, you snatched your phone from the nightstand. Turning it on, you read a message from your best friend.
Sorry, hun! Was gonna wake you up but then we saw you snuggled up to that hottie from the club last night. Don’t worry, we’ll bring you something when we come back. Have fun with your man 😘 Lmk if you need more of those XL condoms 😉
What the fuck was she-
Oh…
On the opposite side of the queen sized bed was a naked man, whose body looked like it was sculpted like Michaelangelo himself. Not to mention, red scratch marks trailed down his back as if a rabid animal attacked him. That couldn’t have been your doing…right?
He began to roll over, exposing his equally sculpted chest and abs that was littered in hickies and kiss marks. Your eyes widened when you realized the lip stains on his body matched the shade of your lipstick from last night. As you wiped the side of your mouth, your smeared lipstick appeared on your fingertips. Finally awake, the man stared at you, leaning against his propped arm. You tried not to stare at his bulging bicep, but he caught on as he smirked.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” the man slurred with a low, sexy morning voice that was richer than the coffee you craved to cure your hangover. His eyes scanned your bare torso, smirking as you quickly covered yourself.
“No need to be embarrassed, sweetheart,” he chuckled and you watched his chest rise and fall. “I already know you look beautiful naked.” Your cheeks heated up and you slowly let the blanket fall in your lap.
“I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.”
The man laughed again. “Well you and I got pretty drunk last night and I guess one thing led to another…”
Now your memories were coming back to you. You and your friends went club hopping on the strip, and you met the guy in bed with you on the bus ride there. While you were still sober, you and he chatted over how you were in Vegas for your friend’s birthday, and he was there to get over some family issues he dealt with in the past month.
By the time you got to the club, he paid for you and your friends' drinks. You basically left both of your groups to dance with each other but would still follow each other on each ride to the different clubs. At the end of the night, you and he went back to your room while both of your friend groups stayed behind to find a place to eat. The rest of the night with him was still a blur but it was pretty clear that you both slept with each other. Only thing was, you forgot his name.
“I’m sorry,” you started, “but can you remind me of your name please?”
“Don’t sweat it. It’s Shangqi.” You nodded and then gave him your name.
“I remember your name, sweetheart.” Shangqi smiled. “Surprised you forgot mine when you were screaming it all night long.”
You clenched your jaw as you grew wet between your legs. The urge to pounce on him was strong, especially with the way he stretched across the bed. Your gaze automatically landed on his groin that hid underneath the bed sheet.
“I’ll take it that you like what you see,” Shangqi teased once he caught you staring. You curled your lips inward as your face warmed up. He decided to change the subject to spare you of your embarrassment.
“Got any plans for today?” Shangqi asked.
“I was supposed to go to brunch with my friends but seeing that they found us sleeping together, they decided it was best to leave me behind.” Shangqi gave you an apologetic look, feeling bad that he kept you from your friends. You reassured him, “Don’t worry though, I had a great time last night. I mean, I don’t remember everything that happened, but I know it was fun.”
“Yeah, we went through like 5 condoms last night.” He picked up an opened condom packet, causing your breath to hitch when you realized it was a gold XL packet like your friend mentioned in the text.
You huffed out a flustered breath. “Wow, I guess there is a lot more that I don’t remember from last night.”
Shangqi’s next words turned you into a puddle. “Want me to jog your memory, sweetheart?”
You bit your lip as your thighs rubbed together to ease the growing need in your core. God, this man made it extremely impossible to resist him. “Yeah, help me remember every single detail.”
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Warnings: mentions of sex, hickies, scratches, amnesia, Vegas shenanigans, alcohol consumption, hangover, Shangqi being a tease, implied smut (plz let me know if I am forgetting any)
Summary: A trip to Vegas leads to you waking up to another man in your bed.
Word Count: 864
Notes: This started as a request from my bday sleepover almost a year ago 💀 and I lost inspo for it until I decided to take part in @the-slumberparty Warm-Up: One Word Drabble. Thank you Navy and Roo for hosting this sleepover and thank you Bri Bri for the request! Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊
word generated: club
request: 🎉 from the prompt list, specially the smutty ones, 15. “I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.” and 29. “I’ll take it that you like what you see.” with Shangqi? 🫣 👀 - @hollandparkersx
You woke up to a pounding headache and dry throat. But with your friends around, you knew that you would end up drinking more than you can handle and make even more crazy decisions. Speaking of your friends.
Oh shit, what time was it?
The alarm clock on the side of your bed flashed 11:30am. You groaned, massaging your temples.
Well, so much for brunch at The Cosmopolitan.
In annoyance, you snatched your phone from the nightstand. Turning it on, you read a message from your best friend.
Sorry, hun! Was gonna wake you up but then we saw you snuggled up to that hottie from the club last night. Don’t worry, we’ll bring you something when we come back. Have fun with your man 😘 Lmk if you need more of those XL condoms 😉
What the fuck was she-
Oh…
On the opposite side of the queen sized bed was a naked man, whose body looked like it was sculpted like Michaelangelo himself. Not to mention, red scratch marks trailed down his back as if a rabid animal attacked him. That couldn’t have been your doing…right?
He began to roll over, exposing his equally sculpted chest and abs that was littered in hickies and kiss marks. Your eyes widened when you realized the lip stains on his body matched the shade of your lipstick from last night. As you wiped the side of your mouth, your smeared lipstick appeared on your fingertips. Finally awake, the man stared at you, leaning against his propped arm. You tried not to stare at his bulging bicep, but he caught on as he smirked.
“Good morning, sweetheart,” the man slurred with a low, sexy morning voice that was richer than the coffee you craved to cure your hangover. His eyes scanned your bare torso, smirking as you quickly covered yourself.
“No need to be embarrassed, sweetheart,” he chuckled and you watched his chest rise and fall. “I already know you look beautiful naked.” Your cheeks heated up and you slowly let the blanket fall in your lap.
“I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.”
The man laughed again. “Well you and I got pretty drunk last night and I guess one thing led to another…”
Now your memories were coming back to you. You and your friends went club hopping on the strip, and you met the guy in bed with you on the bus ride there. While you were still sober, you and he chatted over how you were in Vegas for your friend’s birthday, and he was there to get over some family issues he dealt with in the past month.
By the time you got to the club, he paid for you and your friends' drinks. You basically left both of your groups to dance with each other but would still follow each other on each ride to the different clubs. At the end of the night, you and he went back to your room while both of your friend groups stayed behind to find a place to eat. The rest of the night with him was still a blur but it was pretty clear that you both slept with each other. Only thing was, you forgot his name.
“I’m sorry,” you started, “but can you remind me of your name please?”
“Don’t sweat it. It’s Shangqi.” You nodded and then gave him your name.
“I remember your name, sweetheart.” Shangqi smiled. “Surprised you forgot mine when you were screaming it all night long.”
You clenched your jaw as you grew wet between your legs. The urge to pounce on him was strong, especially with the way he stretched across the bed. Your gaze automatically landed on his groin that hid underneath the bed sheet.
“I’ll take it that you like what you see,” Shangqi teased once he caught you staring. You curled your lips inward as your face warmed up. He decided to change the subject to spare you of your embarrassment.
“Got any plans for today?” Shangqi asked.
“I was supposed to go to brunch with my friends but seeing that they found us sleeping together, they decided it was best to leave me behind.” Shangqi gave you an apologetic look, feeling bad that he kept you from your friends. You reassured him, “Don’t worry though, I had a great time last night. I mean, I don’t remember everything that happened, but I know it was fun.”
“Yeah, we went through like 5 condoms last night.” He picked up an opened condom packet, causing your breath to hitch when you realized it was a gold XL packet like your friend mentioned in the text.
You huffed out a flustered breath. “Wow, I guess there is a lot more that I don’t remember from last night.”
Shangqi’s next words turned you into a puddle. “Want me to jog your memory, sweetheart?”
You bit your lip as your thighs rubbed together to ease the growing need in your core. God, this man made it extremely impossible to resist him. “Yeah, help me remember every single detail.”
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Jung tries to cheer you up after having a shitty week by going on a weekend trip. He tries his best to “relieve” you from your stressful week 👀🫢
Cheer Up and Look Up
Pairing: Jung Kim x f. reader
Genre: smut & some angst
Warnings: sad reader 😔, mirror sex w/ a twist, oral sex (f. receiving), hair pulling, brief tit worship, brief slapping, slight praise kink, implied round 2
Word Count: 1.1k
Notes: In my defense, my brain went into auto pilot and my p word took over. I had no plans of writing but inspo hit me like a bus and we just gotta go with the flow lmao Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊
“Oh my god, Jung, yessss!” You whined, throwing your head back against the heart shaped pillows. Your whole body drowned in the pleasure your boyfriend gave you using only his mouth. It had been a very long time since you felt that good and you didn't want it to end.
The past week was a living nightmare. It all started on Monday when you were laid off from your job. Then, life continued to throw curve balls at you until you broke down in the middle of your kitchen over the spilled minute-ready ramen. Jung found you crying on the floor against the refrigerator after arriving home from work. He rushed over to your side, cradling you in his strong arms and pressing soft kisses all over your face.
“Let’s get out of here,” Jung spoke when you finally calmed down. You tilted your head in confusion when he jumped up and pulled you off the floor.
“What? Where are we going? And why?” Your head pounded with so many questions.
“I know this week has been really hard for you,” Jung began, grabbing your hand. “I figured I’d book us a motel out of the city and we can finally have a weekend just by ourselves. It’s nothing extravagant but-”
You cut him off by smashing your lips against his. He smiled sweetly when you met his eyes. “So…what should I pack?”
The next day, you arrived at the said motel. Your jaw dropped as you admired the romantic aesthetic of the room. Everything was red and pink and heart-shaped. It was the corniest room you had ever seen, but you loved it. You loved how Jung planned all of this just for you and him.
You flung your bags to the side and turned around to kiss Jung on the lips. The momentum of the movement caused you to leap into his arms. As you wrapped your arms and legs around him, he walked you towards the bed, gently placing you atop the silk pink sheets. Before you knew it, you yanked his shirt off him, exposing his chiseled torso and tattoos.
“Baby, we just got here,” Jung smirked, pressing his forehead against yours. “Already wanna break in the bed?”
“After all the hell I went through, I think I deserve it.”
“Fair enough.”
Your boyfriend attached his lips to yours again, slipping his tongue past your lips. As you swept your tongue against his, he rolled up your sundress to expose your stomach and black underwear. Jung trailed his lips down your neck, sliding the straps of your dress down just enough to reveal your breasts. As you began to arch your back, you gasped as you found a mirror the size of your bed hanging from the ceiling.
Jung stopped, “You okay?”
“Yeah, the- uhhh…” Since you were out of breath from his pleasure, all you could bring yourself to do was point to the ceiling. He looked up, meeting your reflection in the mirror. A smirk played across his face as he looked back at you.
“You like it?” You nodded, warmth flooding to your face and core. “Just watch how good I make you feel in the mirror, okay, baby?” Without another word, your head tilted towards the mirror and you watched Jung lightly suck each peak of your breast with greed. Your eyes stayed glued to his reflection as he traveled down to where you wanted him most. He finally tugged off your panties with his teeth, whimpering softly at how easily he pulled them down.
“Keep looking up, baby,” Jung murmured against your thighs, leaving feather kisses between his words. “Such a good girl.” The tip of his tongue swept along your slit, savoring the droplets of your arousal on his taste buds. As the taste settled into his senses, a growl erupted from his throat before he dove further between your legs. And that was what led you to where you were now.
You caught your reflection in the mirror above you. Little beads of sweat glistened against your skin and your lipgloss smeared all over your face. Your hips subconsciously rutted against your lover’s face as his tongue dipped into your weeping hole. He smirked against your mound, leading him to burrow his face further in between your legs. His lips latched onto your budding clit, causing you to yelp and roll your eyes until your vision was spotty.
“Fuck yes, Jung!” You sighed loudly as you clutched his soft hair, locking him in place. “Love how you eat my pussy. Feels so good!” You started to look down at the man wedged perfectly at your center, which earned you a firm swat on your thigh.
“Don’t stop looking up, baby. Want you to see how pretty you look while I enjoy my meal.” His taut hands squeezed your thighs, keeping them spread apart while he licked and sucked your clit and labia. You chanted his name like a prayer as you gazed into the mirror. Catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror almost made you cum then and there. Jung was right about how pretty and fucked out you looked just from him eating you out. You also noticed how his arm and back muscles flexed while he rapaciously ran his tongue over your folds. It was so sexy you felt the pit in your stomach coil.
“Jung, I-I-I wanna cum-”
“Go ahead, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me.” With that, Jung wrapped his lips around your throbbing nub, sucking it as if his life depended on it. Your hips jolted forward and your grip on his hair tightened. A high pitched moan escaped your lips as that coil inside you exploded and evidence of your orgasmic bliss spilled from your pussy. Jung peered up at you while you came down from your high, lapping at the oozing nectar that he craved. He left a soft peck on your clit before climbing up to your face. His mouth and chin shimmered with your release and you swore he had never looked hotter in that moment.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re cumming on my face,” Jung teased, stroking the side of your face. You let out a faltered breath, giggling at his comment.
“You look better with my cum on your face,” you responded, earning a smirk from him. He hummed in satisfaction before stooping down to attack your lips. His hands were all over you, grabbing at anything and everything, and you reciprocated. Once your hands reached the bulge in his pants, Jung groaned into your mouth.
“Fuck me, Jung.”
Jung sat up to unbuckle the leather belt around his waist. “As you wish, my gorgeous girl.”
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Honey baby goes on a date with Simu. Throughout the date, she keeps on teasing him to the point where he couldn’t take it anymore and rearranges her insides 👀
Send me a NSFW headcanon and I’ll write a 5 sentence ficlet about it 👀👅
no but when I tell you I literally transported to another fuckin dimension while writing this bc I deadass didn't hear my guy text me djgkdjg also this definitely passed the 5 sentence limit but the limit never exists when I write for Simu lmfaoo
One of the first dates you and Simu went on together as a couple was to a drive-in movie theater. In the middle of the movie, you got bored and started nibbling his earlobe and kissing his neck. Simu did his best to keep his composure, but the moment you slid your hand down his pants, he snapped.
"Honey, get in the back seat."
Settling into the back of the car, you climbed on top of Simu to dry hump him until he was about to burst through his pants. You slid down to the floor to pull his pants down, immediately taking his full length into your mouth. After sucking him off, you crawled back on him to ride his throbbing cock.
Good thing you were towards the back so the other movie watchers couldn't see what was going on in your car.
Sugar Daddy! Simu where he’s wearing the chain he wore the other day in that picture where he looks submissive 👀 I would like to see you expand your thots on that!
Delayed Gratification
Pairing: !sugar daddy Simu Liu x f. reader [Honey Baby]
Genre: smut
Warnings: THE MF CHAIN RETURNS WITH A VENGENCE!!, sub!Simu, dom!reader, bondage, gagging, hickies, mentions of edging
Word Count: 211
Notes: I'm very glad you asked me my thots and opinions on that pic bc jesus fuckin christ 😮💨 Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊
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Send me wholesome/hoesome thots and I will write a 5+ sentence blurb
“You ready, Daddy?” You asked, your hand trailing over the chunky chain that accentuated his sculpted chest. Simu lifted his hands in front of your face, a sinister smile displayed across his face.
“Always, baby.”
With that, you pinned his wrists above his head, tying them tightly to the bed posts. Simu pulled on the restraints, smirking when his wrists were locked in place.
“Looks like someone has been taking notes while I’ve been tying you up-”
You were about to giggle at his comment, until you remembered who was in charge tonight. Suddenly, you grabbed your panties from the side of the bed and shoved them in Simu’s mouth.
“Sorry, Daddy,” you said, yanking him towards your face by his chain. “Honey is calling the shots tonight.” The glint of lust in Simu’s eyes caused your pussy to slicken against his cock that pulsated in his jeans. Part of you wanted to rip his pants off and ride him to your heart's desire, but you very much enjoyed being the dominant one for a change.
You pushed Simu back against the bed frame and started kissing down his chest, leaving red violet marks against his skin. That night, edging became a new kink that you unlocked within yourself and Simu.
23. I’m on a soft mood and since it’s been rainy all day, I just know rainy days with Shangqi would be the best. Endless cuddles and pure lazyness, watching whatever movie is playing on tv, or watching reruns of our favorite sitcoms, maybe more later things escalate and we end up doing it in the couch idk
Minore DNI. The naughty bit is under cut
Lazy day with Shangqi just consists of you guys lazing around in pajamas and vegging, making hot tea or hot chocolate, binging on your favorite shows, and ordering pizzas. You guys may nap on the couch a bit with Shangqi lays on your soft tittes (I don’t make the rule, that man loves anything soft: your titties, you stomach, you ass, your thighs–ANYTHING SAWFT BESTIES! You can’t pry this headcanon from my cold dead hands!)
no because those pics are literally screaming sugar daddy! simu and then the back one???? scratching his back while he fucks you on his trailer, and then going back to the shoot and proudly taking pics shirtless and off his back all scratched up by you.
Oooohhh hold up hold up…lemme put you on something 😗
A Little Scratch
Genre: smut
Warnings: pwp, daddy kink, grinding, teasing, cowgirl, scratching, very brief mention of oral sex (m receiving), Simu calls you the S word (affectionate and derogatory), cum swallowing, pain kink (?), Simu exerting BDE and living up to his Daddy title
Word Count: 615
Beta Read: N/A bc I’m too h word and impatient lmao
Notes: Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊 Picture credit to @/rogerkisby on IG. Banners by @maysdigitalarts
Summary: Professor Xu, who preferred going by Shangqi, reeled you in the moment he introduced himself on your first day of senior year. Dominating discussions in class led to frequent office hour visits and then to a harmless coffee date where he asked you to be his TA. Next thing you know, you are secretly dating your favorite professor while assisting lectures under his wing.
Teach Me Tonight Playlist
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*18+ only; please do not consume if you are younger than 18 years old*
Warnings: professor x student/TA relationship, implied smut (only explicit towards the end), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, squirting, body worship, Shangqi giving reader hella TLC
*Please note that you are responsible for your own media consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you or make you uncomfortable, please do not read!*
Summary: Headcanons for Teach Me Tonight AU
Word Count: 2.1k
Beta Read: N/A
*all errors and mistakes are mine*
Notes: Well, after going back and forth with thot squad about professor!Shangqi and then marinating on this for about a month, he's finally here 🙌🏽 I have a million ideas for him (are we surprised tho?) so imma make this an AU. You can find the plot of this AU linked below. Thank you to le thot squad for filling my brain with thots of this man bc he's the one thing keeping me motivated for my last semester of college :')
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Becoming professor!Shangqi’s TA (and lover) was a journey in itself.
While you were his student, you would visit his office hours to continue the back and forth exchanges during discussions. With each visit to his office hours, you found yourself catching feelings for him, but never pursued anything since you were his student.
After finals, Shangqi invited you to a coffee date off campus where no one would see you. It turns out the reason he invited you to coffee was to ask you to be his TA for the upcoming semester. Of course, you accepted without hesitation.
Feeling more bold than usual, you would brush your foot against his leg to test how he would react to it. He would react by staring at your lips and licking his own. You didn't know in the moment, but playing footsies with him made him hard.
By the time the date was over, it was pretty obvious neither of you wanted it to end. When you reached your car, you exchanged goodbyes before you decided to hug him. He pulled away to stare into your eyes and you simply replied with “You can kiss me if you want.” Shangqi let out a laugh before holding your cheeks to press his lips against yours. After the kiss, you both finally confessed your feelings to one another before you followed him to his place to relieve all your sexual tension from the semester.
You both started seeing each other in secret and managed to sneak around with no suspicions from faculty or other students. If you weren’t by his side during his office hours or lectures, you were at his place either studying or fucking each other silly. Sometimes, you did both simultaneously.
And you could never forget all the times he would cancel office hours just to bend you over your desk and pound you from behind. It’s not like anyone came to his office hours to begin with.
Whenever you would be at his home, you both liked working close to each other whether it be in bed or in his study. If you were both working in his study, you would be sprawled out on the small couch while he would be at his desk.
“You know studying like that isn’t good for your back,” he’d say without taking his eyes off his laptop.
Then you would reply with, “To be fair, you’ve fucked me in crazier positions so I think I’ll be good.” Shangqi would chuckle and continue clicking away at the keyboard.
An hour later, he would push his screen down to check on you and find you knocked out with your head buried in your notes. The drool dripping from your mouth would stain the lined paper, turning your notes into a blue blob.
You were so deep in your sleep that Shangqi would be able to grab your notes and laptop from underneath you and move it to the ground. He’d even throw a blanket over you and kiss you on the head, but you still wouldn’t move a muscle.
Sometimes, he’d join you on the couch and adjust you so then your head would lay in his lap. He’d continue grading papers while stroking your hair. You would start rolling around, indicating you were about to wake up, and once you finally fluttered your eyes open, he would smile down at you and rub the side of your face you fell asleep on.
“Still with me, bub?” He’d coo as you started to come to your senses. You would lightly giggle, “Yeah, I’m here, baby.”
It’s safe to say that he was a soft dom in bed who loved to praise you. He also loved to worship your body and could spend hours caressing and kissing your skin.
“So beautiful, bub,” he would mumble in between kisses against your inner thigh. “Always so beautiful.”
Ever since you slept with him after the coffee date, Shangqi opened your mind and pussy to so many new things in the bedroom. He loved how you were so willing to try something new, which you would find to enjoy. The more trust you had in each other, the hotter and kinkier the sex became.
The first time he made you squirt was something you and Shangqi would never forget. With the mixture of his fingers rapidly pressing against your G-spot and the vigorous sucking on your clit, you lost control of your body. You were mortified because you got his whole face and glasses wet.
But Shangqi simply yanked his glasses off and smirked. “That was so fucking hot! I wanna make you do that over and over again.” And that is exactly what he did.
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Jordan, hear me out. Professor Loki suddenly takes a liking (and an obsession too) to the our little TA!reader.
Professor Shangqi doesn’t like it one bit…imagine the possessiveness and dominance oozing out of this man. He’s going to rail you into tomorrow and leaves visible love bites to show you and Professor Loki, who you truly belong to
Letters and Love Bites
Genre: smut
Warnings: yandere themes, Professor Loki is creepy af, Professor Shangqi is possessive, office sex, tit worship, fingering, cum tasting, finger sucking, implied intercourse, reader is a fuckin savage 💀, cute shit at the end :’)
Word count: 1.3k
Beta Read: N/A
Notes: Holy shit thank you Isla for indulging me with in this yummy concept 😛😛 I know some folks wanted Professor Hiddleston but yandere!Professor Loki added so much spice to this 😈 it ended up being more plot based than smutty but I hope it still suffices lol. Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊
Summary: You have a crush on Shangqi since the last time he was here. What you didn’t expect was for him to come back to Macau so quickly, and with new hairstyle that his sister is not fond of. An awkward encounter one morning leads to something that makes you say “Banana!”
Word count: 2.2K
⚠️Warning: smut! Mutual pinning (two idiots in love trope), fingerling, unprotected sex, wall sex, shower sex, praise kink. Brief mentioned of Xailing x Katy
A/N: Wow look! It’s ya girl back at it again with stupid cracky smut! It’s been a while, so I hope you enjoyed this! No beta. Just mindless typed this. All mistakes are mine.
You know it’s a bad idea.
To have a crush on your best friend’s older brother is one thing, but to do this is another; especially when you only met him for only a couple of weeks.
I’m gonna say this while it’s still early in the Shang chi fandom rising please don’t forget about plus size, mid size, thick girls and poc’s when you’re writing stuff 🖤
Could you make part 2 for your Shang-Chi fic called New Neighbor??????
New Neighbour // 2
Pairing: Shang-Chi x Reader
Summary: Who said fairytales weren't real?
Warnings: none
Note this is the last part for this fic!
Part 1 Part 2
MASTERLIST
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"Okay you two, I have work in like five hours."
"Booooooo!"
"Party pooper!"
Shaun and Katy were drunk off their asses from all the shots of patron and tequila they drank during kareoke night. Ever since that day we all met, Katy and Shaun made it their business to get me to tag along whenever they went out for drinks and good ol' kareoke, no matter which day of the week it is.
"Yeah, booo, I'm no fun, yada, yada, yada. Get your asses in the car or else I'm leaving you guys here." grumbling beneath their breaths they drunkenly gathered their stuff while I paid for the drinks.
"Let's go." I held the door open for them as they stublemd out onto the sidewalk. Thankfully I was able to get parking right around the corner becuase the rain was pouring down on us.
"Here, don't want you to get sick." Shaun put his jacket over my head, his eyes locked with mine under the street light, the cold water beating down on him seemed to sober him up a bit. Even soaked in the rain from head to toe he managed to be handsome. Movement of flouricent pink pants over his shoulder caught my attention.
"Katy!"
She was dancing away in the middle of the empty street to whatever song she has stuck in her head.
I cannot deal with this
"The rain feels great guys!" giving up on trying to do a box step she proceeded to lie flat on her back, letting the rain drops hit her face first.
"She's right, it does." Shaun agreed with her moving to join her in the street. Realizing that I hadn't budged an inch he came back for me, scooping me up into his arms bridal style.
"Shaun!"
He carried me in his arms as if I weighed nothing, spinning us around in the pouring rain. I was fully drenched now, laughing and grinning like a total idiot in the arms of my crush.
Yes, for the past three months I've been crushing really hard on my neighbour since he helped me move in. He's become someone extremely important to me and I don't know what I'd do without having his goofy sense of humor around.
I could never tell if he felt the same about me so I never risked our friendship by trying to see if there was anything more between us. I'd rather be his friend than nothing at all.
"How does it feel now?"
"Amazing."
And I wasn't just talking about the droplets hitting my skin
"Oh for the love of God, Shaun, kiss the girl!" Katy shouted and he stared down at me with a bashful smile on his face, eyes hopeful. I can feel his increased heartbeat in his chest, it was mirroring mine.
"What are you waiting for Shaun? Kiss the girl." my soft tone was enough to break whatever trance he was in, he lowered his head to meet mine and I met him halfway, locking our lips together.
There are no words to describe this kiss, except for the fact that it was magical. The rain, him holding me in his arms, it was perfect. Our lips molded together in a perfect fit, like they were made for each other.
"It's about damn time you love birds got together!" breaking apart I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth as he continued to stare down at me.
"You have no idea how long I wanted to do that."
"Same here, I'm glad you finally did."
Smiling he kissed me again, this time dipping me as he did.
I could never get tired of the taste of his lips. Tonight is one for the books, I didn't think that I'd have one of those fairytale kisses like the ones I read in my books but by some twist in fate I finally know what it feels like.
Summary: Simu takes drastic measures to keep you home just a little longer in the mornings.
Pairing: Simu Liu x Black!Reader
Warnings: Swearing, Simu is a cutie pie, fluff
You woke up ready to start your day. Making your way to the kitchen to make a smoothie, you kissed your seemingly asleep fiancé on the forehead. Your smoothie was made and you drank it as you went back to your bedroom for a pair of leggings and a tank top.
You'd been under a lot of stress recently so you'd been making sure to stretch as well as you possibly could before your morning runs. You hated running, but it ironically grounded you and helped you feel more prepared for the rest of the day. If you could face waking up at that crack of dawn and forcing your body to move as quickly as possible, you could face anything.
After your stretch, you drank the rest of your smoothie, scrunching your face up at the taste. It hadn't been blended well enough and you could taste some of the protein powder. You stood up, making your way to your sock drawer and pulling a pair out. You cringed at the feeling of your socks being soaking wet.
"The fuck?" you asked aloud in confusion. You turned to face the bed to find Simu still sleeping and sighed, reaching back into the drawer to find all of your socks completely saturated.
That little bitch.
Whenever he felt like he didn't get to spend enough time with you, he always sabotaged your morning runs. That way he could have you at home until it was absolutely necessary for you to leave. It mostly happened when he was home from shooting or when he'd finally gotten a break from meetings and script reads.
You reached in the drawer and grabbed a pair of athletic socks, wanting to scream in frustration as your hand became damp from holding them. You sauntered over to the bed and stood over Simu, frowning at him as he imitated sleeping.
"Wake the fuck up," you told him jokingly, smacking him across the face lightly with your soaked socks.
"Oh!" he exclaimed immediately, shooting up and grabbing the foot end of the socks. He attempted to pull them from you, forcing you into a game of tug-o-war at nearly 5 in the morning.
"Simu, let go!"
"Nope!" he protested, giving one strong pull and forcing your body to fall on top of him. He threw the socks off of the bed and wrapped his arms around your body, closing you in completely so that you couldn't get away from him and rolling on top of you.
"Simu Liu, would you care to tell me why every pair of socks I own have been drenched in what I hope is water?" you questioned, trying to wiggle your arms out of his grasp so that you could attempt to escape him.
"Mmm...this is nice. Isn't this nice?" he asked, completely ignoring the question.
"Simu."
"Well, you wake up at 4:30am and go running. You shower and then you go to work and I don't see you again until 6pm. I mean really, woman? How do you expect me to live without seeing you?" he explained, attacking your neck with kisses, making you laugh loudly because it was impossible for you to escape him.
"Then come running with me."
"Hell no," he rejected. "I don't do running."
"But you do martial arts."
"Yes."
"Then you could do running," you reasoned.
He kissed your neck a few times again as you tried to squeeze yourself out of his grip.
"Darling, it's not a question of if I could or not. I can run. I just choose not to."
You finally relaxed in his arms and sighed. You were already tired from trying to wrestle your fiancé and you knew that he'd hold onto you as long as he felt like it. It's not like you minded, though. You enjoyed being in his arms much more than you would enjoy burning lungs and aching muscles on a four mile run.
"Fine," you told him. "But, if I stay with you this morning, you have to run with me tomorrow."
He stayed quiet and contemplated for a moment.
"Yeah, okay," he said, nuzzling his head into your neck.
"I mean it, Simu."
"Uh huh."
You shook your head as he ignored you and decided to let it go. You'd wake him up early tomorrow, but for now, you'd just let him hold you until you had to leave for the day.
Summary: Simu made a promise to not let you trip over at the London Premiere, but you can’t help feeling like you’re ruining his big night.
Word Count: 2.5k (9 mins reading time avg.)
Warnings: fluff, implies smut (but nothing happens of the sort), kissing
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“Okay so my one aim during all of this is to not let you trip over…” His voice trailed off as he smiled adoringly at you. You were minutes away from arriving at the premiere and you’d explained your current existential crisis four times to your husband.
“Simu honey,” Your hand rested on top of his as you tried your hardest not to tell the driver to drop you back off to the hotel so you could get this dress off of yourself, curl up in the bed sheets, grab the nearest tub of ice cream and watch all the episodes of Gilmore Girls back to back.
You sighed as your husband tried his hardest not to let laughter escape his lips, seeing as an angry you was a very dangerous you. “I’m wearing heels and my dress has a very long trail and it is going to get caught at one point, I can feel it.” Simu tilted his head at you, flipping his hand over and intertwining his fingers with yours.
“Darling, you’re going to speak it into existence. Stop worrying about it and it won’t happen.” You rolled your eyes, your shoulders slumping.
“But I wasn’t worrying about it when we left our room and I nearly fell remember?” He nodded his head, a smile on his lips. “Don’t you laugh.” You said warningly, as a small chuckle left his pursed lips to which a similar one broke out of yours. “Baby, you’re going to be fine. I’m here and I won’t let you fall over, I promise.”
You sighed once more, accepting that was the best he could do right now. The car began to slow down and cameras outside were beginning to click in unison. But Simu noticed your defeated stance and instantly knew that you were already regretting wearing the dress you currently had on. Yet he leaned over and pressed a kiss to your lips.
“You look beautiful.” He mumbled as he slowly pulled away from you, squeezing your hand. You’d lost count how many times Simu called you beautiful over the years you’d dated and had been married to him, but the effect those words had on you never lessened. The butterflies you had when he first called you beautiful still erupted in your stomach every single time since then.
“Thank you.” You whispered to him and he smiled, sending a little wink your way with it. After noticing you’d been in the parked car for an increasing amount of time, Simu exited the vehicle to which his entrance brought on cheers from hundreds of fans surrounding the carpet and cameras shuttering at every angle.
He rushed over to the other side of the car, opening the door and holding out his hand to which you graciously accepted, stepping cautiously out of the vehicle and watching where your heels stepped before you’d even set them down. God, this is like playing a game of chess.
Simu looked down with you, guiding you to where your dress would fall behind and your feet would land first to which he did an amazing job at. The security guard shut the door after you’d exited the vehicle and the chauffeur drove the car away, exposing you and Simu to the great crowd of fans, who were mostly dressed in costume.
“Wow.” You muttered, smiling and waving to as many fans as you could.
“Wow indeed.” You looked to Simu, the bright overhead lights casting an ethereal glow on his skin, he looked like an angel but it wasn’t long before your husband looked back down at you, glancing over your face. Your skin was as smooth as butter under the lights and it didn’t escape his attention how your eyes glimmered like every spec of colour in them was a star of the Earth.
You broke out of your trance when your attention diverted to the men and women behind the big flashy cameras that, with no doubt in your mind, costed thousands of dollars. They began shouting for Simu to look their way. It was only then that you realised the setup of the premiere and you were in awe of how real this finally was.
You’d only been hearing about it through the words of your husband and rumours on the internet, but to see it with your own eyes and on big billboards across the scape, the newfound love and appreciation for your lover pooled into your heart, it was overwhelming to say the least.
“I think they’re ready to chop our heads off if you don’t get over there right now.” Simu chuckled, nodding his head. You looped your arm through his, bending your knees ever so slightly to push the trail of your dress behind you and as your attention slowly drifted away from where you were walking, Simu’s free hand suddenly grasped your hand that was wrapped around his arm.
“Watch your step darling.”
And it’d been like that all evening. You’d been growing increasingly worried that someone would step on your trail and cause you to fall over or that your heels would get caught somewhere or that your dress would get caught underneath someone’s shoe seeing as the wind wasn’t helping in any way either. Along with worrying, you’d even grown increasingly frustrated with yourself that you were asking for way too much help from Simu and weren’t letting him enjoy his premiere, so you’d stopped asking him for help almost an hour ago and you hadn’t regretted anything more.
“Y/N?” You whisked around with a smile on your face and your smile only widened when you saw equally as bright smiles on three lovely ladies before you, Michelle, Fala, and Meng’er. “Oh my, you guys look absolutely incredible.” You gave each of them a long and lingering hug, taking in their appearances.
“But look at you!” You tilted your head as your eyes softened at Fala’s compliment and a smile arose on your lips. “Thank you, but congratulations on the movie. I think I’m seeing it tonight, I’m so excited. It better meet my expectations.” You said with a playful tone in your voice to which Michelle replied.
“It’s going to exceed your expectations.” You chuckled, “is that so? We shall see, we shall see.” The three ladies chuckled with you and you all conversed with each other a little longer before you felt a warm hand rest on your waist, you knew who it was instantly.
You looked up and saw Simu smiling at the ladies before looking down at you with a sparkle in his eyes, “can I steal you for a moment?” Silently obeying, you excused yourself from the group and picked your dress up off the ground, as he followed you to where he wanted you to go.
Where Simu guided you was a lot more secluded since there were now only a few people jogging back and forth with clipboards in their hands and mics in their ears. “How’re you doing?” You turned your attention to the man in front of you, he had his hands in his pockets as you intertwined your fingers with each other, fidgeting away. There was a part of you that was worried he was mad.
“Yeah I’m okay..” There was a slight pause before you returned the question, yet he didn’t answer it. His eyebrows furrowed, he was thinking about how you seemed entirely too distracted for him to let it slide or dismiss it as nothing. “Simu?” You clicked your fingers to try and grab his attention but it didn’t seem to work.
He removed his hands from his pockets and wrapped his arms around your waist, instantly pulling you closer to him with the outward gesture. You were startled to say the least but you didn’t resist it. You rested both of your hands on his chest, drawing shapes on the part of his chest that was bare as an attempt to avoid eye contact.
He was looking down at you with the tiniest smile playing on his lips, when you were in his arms, there was nothing around him that mattered to him anymore, it was only you and him in that moment and if he could, he would keep it that way forever.
“What’s up with you?” He mumbled, as if he was saying it to himself but you were so close to him in that moment that there was nothing he could’ve muttered that you wouldn’t have heard a part of.
“Nothing.”
“Then why aren’t you looking at me right now?”
You bit your lip to stop a smile breaking out on your face, it always slipped your mind just how much Simu could read you, you’d bet your entire life savings that he knew you better than you knew yourself.
“Because… I… don’t want to.” You wanted to laugh at your pathetic attempt of an excuse but you stopped it as much as you could. “Because you don’t want to?” He repeated with breathy chuckles escaping with every word, his chest raised underneath the touch of your fingers as he stifled his laughter.
You chuckled, your head falling forward to his chest as a wholehearted laugh left his lips. “That is one of the worst things you’ve said to me and it’s still one of the funniest.” You shook your head against his skin, your cheeks tinting pink as you finally moved your head back and looked up at him.
“I don’t know okay? I don’t know.” You answered honestly with a smile on your face, he looked down at you and into your eyes. “That’s better.” You sighed, exhaling through your nose.
“Now what’s really going on? Because…” His voice trailed as he removed one hand from the small of your back, his right hand, his eyes flickering to his hand before he set it back on your body and flicked his eyes back to yours.
“You haven’t asked me for help in 56 minutes.” You crooked your head at him as if you couldn’t believe what you were hearing. “You’re keeping count now?” He nodded confidently, a bright smile on his lips.
“I’m okay honey.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Well you should believe me.”
“But I don’t.”
“Well that’s not my fault is it?”
“It is if you’re lying.”
You opened your mouth to respond but shut it moments after. There was no point in hiding it from him, you knew he’d figure it out either way, hell he probably already had. “I- I just feel like I’m ruining your premiere that’s all.”
“You’re kidding right?”
“Yeah totally.” You chuckled as did he, but he tightened his arms around your waist, your back slightly arching with the lack of proximity between you and your husband. Before he could speak, you did.
“If I were you, I’d be so irritated with me right now or at least slightly pissed off, this is your big night and my stupid dress is just-”
The rest of your words came out in mumbles when Simu’s hand covered your mouth, he laughed once more whilst you rolled your eyes, making sure you wouldn’t burst out with more words, cautiously removing his hand.
“I’m not irritated or pissed off Y/N.” Your eyes softened at his words, your gaze fell back to his chest but he tilted your head up with a finger under your chin. “But do you know what I actually am?”
“What’s that?” You questioned quietly and softly.
“Your husband. And if I promised you that I wouldn’t let you fall over, that is what I’m going to do.”
“That’s like a trivial thing, it should be in sickness or in health, like our vows.” Your eyebrows raised as you added on to your initial sentence. “Yes but I’m not your husband only when taking care of you when you’re sick or when you’re healthy, I’m your husband for every little thing in between.”
A smile crept on to your lips as you listened to every word he said with intent, he truly meant every little bit of it. It was evident in the way he spoke to you.
“Do I ever tell you how much I love you?” You rested your arms on his shoulders, gently wrapping them around his neck, snaking your fingers through his hair.
“Everyday.” He replied with a loving smile.
“That is so not enough.” You whispered, tiptoeing a little, your eyes fluttering close as you planted the softest kiss on his lips. He pushed your hair back behind your ear in order to rest his hand on the side of your face, tilting it up so the kiss could continue.
The one thing that had changed, the only thing, was your body’s reaction to the kisses you and Simu shared. At first, your limbs would shake and your heart would beat erratically at the feeling of your lips being connected but now, it was calming. Your heartbeat would slow down, your body would enter a state of serenity, as if amongst all the chaos of the outside world, he was your anchor.
You felt loved at every given moment you were with him.
Once your lips parted from his, your eyes opened back up very slowly as did your husband’s. There was a slight smirk on his face as he pulled you completely into him, your arms were wrapped around his neck as you embraced each other.
Turning your head to the side, you left a lipstick stain on his neck from where you just kissed his bare skin, smiling at the sight of it. “I love you.” He mumbled, his head buried in the crook of your neck, his jaw inching as he spoke.
“My husband huh? How did I get so lucky?” You whispered, knowing he heard it when you felt his lips connect with your skin, your head tilting back at how good it felt. He left another before you both realised you had to get back out there, seeing as people would start questioning where you’d disappeared to all of a sudden.
You looped your arm through his, similarly to how you did at the start of the premiere. You were careful to make sure your heels didn’t get caught on your dress. “I know you want to get out of this dress as soon as possible but…”
You looked to Simu, waiting for him to finish his sentence. He looked over your body before looking back up to meet your eyes.
“…I’m taking it off of you tonight.”
Your body warmed up at his words and what he was most definitely hinting at, you looked to the floor but back up at him moments after.
“Behave my love then you shall receive.”
He smiled at you, maintaining the eye contact for as long as he could before diverting his attention to a fan that was calling his name.
And you knew neither of you could wait to get back to the hotel.
*18+ only; please do not consume if you are younger than 18 years old*
Warnings: porn with minimal plot, mommy kink, sub! Simu, soft dom!reader, grinding, teasing, sex dream, implied shower sex, voyeurism, male masturbation, oral sex (f receiving), face sitting, cowgirl, praise kink, very slight crying kink, tit play, creampie, slight cockwarming
*Please note that you are responsible for your own media consumption. If any of these warnings trigger you or make you uncomfortable, please do not read!*
Word Count: 3000
Beta Read: my bestie love @wint3r-h3art ❤️
Notes: I guess it’s official that I now have a mommy kink 😮💨😮💨 and of course that is all thanks to thot squad and Simu Liu radiating so much subby energy, not that I’m complaining or anything lol realistically, I perceive Simu as a switch but that is another conversation that I will save for later 🤫 This fic was loosely inspired by Back to Sleep by Chris Brown but like the remix version with Usher and Zayn bc it’s a lot nastier than the original and y’all know me, the filthier the better lmfao
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Your eyes fluttered open to the sound of faint whimpers and the rustling of the bedsheets. Turning over on your other side, you realized that Simu had unraveled his arms around you in his sleep. He was lying down on his front side, arms tucked under his pillow. Your boyfriend had looked so peaceful as his chiseled back rose and fell from his breathing.
“Mmm...yeah…” Simu muttered with his eyes still closed, unconsciously rutting his groin into the mattress. Now you were wide awake. After realizing that Simu was having a sex dream about you, there was no way you could simply fall back to sleep. Simu continued moaning and humping the bed, causing your pussy to be slickened in excitement.
“F-fuck, ahhh, Mommyyyy,” your sleeping boyfriend grunted, the sheets crinkling underneath him. You bit your lip to suppress a moan that could’ve potentially woken Simu up from his state. Hearing him call you Mommy was music to your ears.
The first time you heard him say that was when you came home from brunch with your friends. When you weren’t greeted by his warm embrace and loving kisses, you initially assumed he was still sleeping in. That was until you heard the shower running, along with a low moan. A playful grin was plastered on your face as you headed towards the sound.
You peeked into the bathroom, licking your lips at the sight of Simu pumping his hard cock with a soapy hand. His free hand and forehead were pressed against the glass door of the shower. Simu’s eyes were shut as the hot water shot all over his naked body. It was an absolutely delicious image that you replayed in your head daily. It only got better from there.
Simu whined your name, causing him to stroke his cock faster. Shortly after, you could have sworn you also heard mommy. You were about to brush it off until he repeated it and let out a louder moan. At that point, Simu was fucking himself on his hand while rotating between whimpering your name and mommy. You didn’t think you would ever be turned on by being called mommy yet your pussy pulsated like a volcano about to erupt.
You stripped off your clothes until everything pooled at your feet. Stepping over the pile, you cracked the door open, causing Simu to open his eyes and halt his movement.
“Oh shit!” Simu muttered, backing away from the glass as you hopped in the shower with him. “When did you get home?”
“Not too long ago,” you responded, joining him under the water and running your hands up his toned body. “I got here just in time to hear your cute little whimpers. Since when did you have a mommy kink?”
Simu tried to avoid your gaze, but his soap-covered cock twitched at your words. You giggled at how flustered he got, leaving kisses across his chest.
“It’s okay, baby boy, I think it’s so fucking hot hearing you call me mommy. My pussy got so wet and needy for you.” You paused, sinking to your knees. Simu let out a small whimper. “Just relax and let mommy take care of you.”
Your reminiscing was interrupted by Simu popping his head up from his pillow like a meerkat. His breathing was ragged and his face was flushed. Whatever he was dreaming must’ve been hot enough for him to wake up in the middle of the night, considering how he always slept like a bear.
“You alright, baby?” You asked, your hand reaching towards his clammy face. Simu melted under your touch, allowing himself to catch his breath. Once he was calm, he rolled onto his side, his attentive cock pressed against the front of your thigh.
“Yeah, I’m good,” Simu said with a groggy voice. It sounded so sexy that you subconsciously rubbed your thighs together. “I’m sorry I woke you up.”
“Don’t worry about it, baby. Do you wanna talk about what you were dreaming about?” This caused Simu to blush. You could feel his hard tip pulse against you as he was searching for his words.
“I had this dream about you. In it, you let me fuck you for being a good boy. It felt so good I didn’t want it to stop, but I woke up right before I could cum. I don’t think my dick can go down now.” That last sentence caused him to switch into his submissive state. You loved how you alone could easily make this man crumble. You didn’t find it pathetic or weak. In fact, it was sweet that this was how he showed his love for you.
“That sounds like a really nice dream.” You smirked as the hand that held his face slid down to caress his bulge through his boxers. “I bet it made this cock really fuckin hard huh?” Simu gasped deeply, nodding frantically as his eyebrows knitted together.
“Mommy,” Simu pouted with his bottom lip puckered. “Fuck me back to sleep. I’m so hard it hurts.”
You tsked and shook your head, “Baby, remember what I said? If you want something, you have to ask nicely.” By then, Simu curled himself into your body and started grinding himself on you. His head was buried in your neck, his breath fanning your collarbone.
“M-m-mommyyyy, god, please! Can you please fuck me back to sleep? I’ll be a good boy, I promise!” Simu sounded so desperate, it made you smile in satisfaction. Who were you to deny a man that only became a begging mess for you?
“Oh, baby, you know I can never say no to you. Especially when your pleas are so cute.” You lifted his head with your finger to give him a heated kiss. As much as you wanted to rip off his boxers and ride him to your heart’s content, you also wanted him to earn his pleasure.
“Why don’t you lie on your back and warm up Mommy’s pussy with that pretty mouth of yours?” Simu immediately obeyed, salivating at the thought of you sitting on his face. You removed your panties, along with the t-shirt you stole from his side of the closet, letting them fall to the floor before climbing on top of him. Simu’s large hands held your hips to guide you onto his face. He let out a soft moan as your dripping scent filled his nose.
Without an exchange of words, Simu parted his lips and stuck out his tongue. You accepted his invitation by sinking to where he wanted your pussy most. He hummed against your folds before working his lips and tongue over them in a frenzy.
“Ahh, fuck yeah, baby,” you hissed, throwing your head back. “Just like that, ohhh!” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head while your hips naturally rolled over his mouth. His hands on your hips pushed you further down onto him until your clit rested on his nose. While he ate you out like his favorite meal from childhood, Simu would rub and squeeze your ass cheeks. When he gave your ass a light tap, you took that as a signal to give him space to breathe.
Turns out you misinterpreted his message.
“No, Mommy! Stay.” He lifted his head to engulf his plush lips around your clit to harshly suck on it. The loud suctioning made you yelp a high-pitched noise. His hands gripped your hips tightly so that you were sure you would find marks later. Your wetness, along with his saliva, dripped from his chin to his neck.
“Such a needy boy,” you sighed, “so needy for Mommy’s pussy that you don’t want to stop and breathe.” Simu nodded his head with your clit still between his lips. “I love it, baby. Makin mommy feel so fuckin good.” Simu gave another suck before releasing your swollen bud from his mouth. His head crashed back down on the pillows before he pulled you closer to his face so he could lick at the sensitive nerve. Your fingers comb through his soft hair, which was usually your indicator to him that you were close to coming.
“Simu, I’m so close, baby. Don’t stop! Make me cum on your pretty face.” This motivated him to rotate between licking and sucking your little nub. “Yes, yes, good boy, baby! Oh my god- You’re my pretty, good boy!” Simu smiled against your heat before sloppily tracing figure-eights at a rapid pace. A few moments later, your fingers clasped into a fist in his hair as you were trembling and spasming above him. You screamed his name, followed by faint praises as he ate you through your orgasm.
As you were floating back to earth, Simu lapped at the juices from your pussy until you were clean. Peering down, you got wet all over again at how his mouth and chin were glossy from you sitting on his face. He’s about to dart his tongue out to clean off his face but you stop him.
“Keep my cum on your face, baby. You were such a good boy eating Mommy out, and this is your proof.” Simu beamed at your compliment and you couldn’t help but giggle at his expression. You hopped off his face to lean down and kiss him, tasting whatever was left of your juices on his lips.
After pulling away, you proceed to press open mouthed kisses down his sculpted body. You made sure to lick along the crevices of his abs, which always made him shudder. His breathing faltered the minute you slowly pressed your lips against his happy trail, hovering over the elastic band on his boxers.
“Fuck,” Simu grunted, his cock pulsing against the cotton material. “I need you…please, Mommy!”
“Don’t worry, baby boy,” you murmured. “Mommy will take good care of you.” With that, you hooked your fingers on the band, teasingly pulling them down to his ankles. Simu’s cock popped out, causing you to bite your lip at how ready he was to be fucked. Spitting on the tip, you smeared the thick liquid around his shaft in a circular motion. Simu panted and cursed under his breath as you lubed him with your spit.
Holding his dick straight at the base, you began to mount him. Before you sunk down, you looked down at him for reassurance. He gave his most pleading face back and nodded in desperation. You finally eased yourself down until you were stuffed to the brim. Both Simu and you moaned in unison, kissing each other fervently while adjusting to the pinching and throbbing of each other.
Once you were used to the way he stretched you all around, you started bouncing up and down at a steady pace. The feeling of his veins scraping against your walls caused you to clench harder around him as you fucked yourself on his cock. As you started picking up speed, your fingers interlocked with Simu’s, pinning his hands by his head.
“Thank you, Mommy!” Simu cried out in bliss, tossing his head back. “Oh my god! Thank you for fucking my cock. Feels so good!” His eyes tightly shut, enjoying the pleasure you were giving him. It didn’t take long for him to start blabbering with sweat forming on his brows. Seeing Simu like this was always enough of a drive to fuck him harder. You bottomed out again, grinding your clit at the base in a back and forth motion. The feeling of your clit caused Simu’s muscles to tense.
“You like this, huh, baby boy?” you teased in a high-pitched voice. “You love being fucked by Mommy so much that it’s all you think about? Even when you’re asleep, you can’t get me out of that pretty boy head of yours. So cute, baby!” Simu opened his eyes, welling up in pleasure.
“Yeah, Mommy, I love your pussy so fuckin much! I wanna cum so bad for you.” Simu’s voice was shaky as a tear fell from the corner of his eye. You slowed your movements above him, debating if you should let him cum or drag out his pleasure. The latter sounded awfully tempting, even if it meant making Simu cry. A sinister look displayed on your face as you thought of a way to prolong his pleasure while still giving it to him.
“What happened?” Simu asked, taking note of how you were pondering on something mischievous. “Did I say something wrong?” You smiled sweetly at him, unraveling your hands from his to cradle his cheeks before tenderly pecking his lips. You felt his cheeks warm up against your palms.
“Nothing’s wrong, baby.” You kissed his forehead. “In fact, you were such a good boy, I want you to fuck me as you did in your dream. Can you do that, baby?” Your boyfriend’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.
“Will I get to cum too?”
You giggled in response, pressing one last kiss on his nose. “We’ll get there when that bridge crosses. Just be Mommy’s good boy and fuck me.”
Simu groaned, sitting up against the headboard and pulling your torso towards his. He wrapped one strong arm around your shoulders and the other around your waist. This was one of your favorite positions to be in with Simu because of how close you were to his body. No matter how close you already were, you still wanted to be even closer to him.
He started bucking his hips up to meet yours, burrowing his face in the crook of your neck. His moans vibrated against your skin, causing you to tug on his hair like how you did earlier. His thrusts were slow and deep, but you craved more. You wanted Simu to snap so hard that he fucks you into oblivion. And you knew exactly how to get that.
“Oh, yeah, baby, fuck! Fuck me harder! I know you can fuck me harder. I’ll let you cum inside me.”
As predicted, Simu snapped. His grip on you tightened and he jackhammered his cock into you, his balls slapping against your ass. He muttered your name before marking your neck with a bruise you would have to cover in the morning. All the sensations caused your eyes to droop and your mouth to fall agape.
“Fuckin love this pussy, Mommy!” Simu growled against your collarbone. His voice, then, changed to a higher pitch. “I love you, Mommy! Oh fuck!”
While Simu pounded inside you, his lips traveled down from your collarbone down to the heaving mounds on your chest. One hand snaked around from your back to grope one of your breasts while his mouth hovered over the other one. His tongue flicked your hardened nipple in the same way he did with your pussy. Your hand raked the back of his head, clutching onto his hair as he teased the taut bud.
You whimpered as Simu peered up at you with his brown puppy eyes. Without taking his eyes off you, his lips enveloped around your nipple to lightly suck on it while his hand squeezed your other breast. All this combined with Simu’s cock impaling your pussy made you throb violently around him.
You wanted to cum. You could have easily cum. Yet you wanted your baby boy to cum the same time you did.
“Oh my- fuck, baby! Don’t stop what you’re doing. Keep going, baby boy.” Simu hummed against your breast before repeating the same treatment to your other one. You tried to grind yourself on him to relieve the friction between your groins.
“I’m so close, Mommy. Please, Mommy! Please let me fill you up with my cum! Please!” He mewled against your clammy skin before attacking your breast again with his talented mouth.
“Cum for me, baby! Be my good boy and shoot your hot load inside me. Good boy. Always my good boy!” That last sentence was enough to rile up Simu to take hold of your hips and fuck you ruthlessly. The room was filled with your loud moans and the slapping of skin. With one final thrust against each other, you both smashed your lips against one anothers. You drank up each other’s moans while you creamed around Simu’s dick and he filled you with his seed.
By the time Simu was done releasing into you, he pulled away to rest his forehead against yours. The tips of your noses bumped together, causing you both to giggle breathlessly. You were about to get off of him, but he gripped you harder around the hips.
“Stay, Mommy,” was all he needed to say for you to sink back down onto him. You lay your head against his heaving chest, feeling his heartbeat find its natural rhythm.
“You feel better, baby boy?” You asked, lazily tracing every crevice of his toned body.
Simu chuckled, his chest rising and falling, making your head do the same. “Much better. Thank you for always making me feel good. I love you, Mommy.” He kissed the top of your head and you melted under his touch.
“I love you, too, my perfect pretty boy!” You squished his cheeks before pressing your lips to his again. He flipped you onto your back and finally pulled out of your spent hole, watching the mixture of sex spilling out of you. Your pussy twitched as the white liquid slowly oozed onto the sheets. As hard as it was, Simu fought the urge to get hard again. Instead, he laid back down on the bed, curling up to your warmth.
“Can you cuddle me until I fall asleep, please?” You were sure that his submissive voice and those damn puppy eyes would be the death of you.
“Of course, I can,” you snickered, extending your arm out. “C’mere, baby boy.” Simu nestled his head on top of your chest, grabbing one of your boobs for comfort. You played with his soft hair, watching him drift off to sleep until you did too.
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