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The second you and your friends start walking up the driveway of the frat house, the smell of alcohol, cigarettes, and other substances, alongside the smoke from whatever was burning outside, hits you. As your friend opens the door, you see the house party is in full swing, and you intend to make the most out of the first free weekend with no work, classes or spiralling over unanswered texts you've had in a very, very long time. Lord knows why you chose to do your Master's during what seemed like the busiest time of your life.

"Ooo, this is exactly what the doctor ordered! Fun and freedom from responsibility." Your friend Shay rejoices, pulling you all along with her as she walks deeper into the house, causing a laugh to leave your mouth as you let her jewelled hand wrap around your wrist.

"Now I know damn well that this ain't my future doctor speaking right now." Your other friend, Salem, giggles, allowing herself to also be hauled along as she grabs Anika, who sashays along in the back. All four of you stop periodically to greet a mutual friend or classmate, the deeper in you go.

"Okay, chicas, remember why we're here! We finally managed to drag everyone out of hiding," Salem started, sending a pointed look at you, "and we are here to have fun, forget the stress of looming thesis' and fuckboys who ain't shit."

The bass of the music thumps through the floorboards, reverberating through your bones as you make your way through the sea of bodies, littered in different states of relaxation and disarray, to make your way towards the makeshift bar setup in the kitchen to mix yourself something strong. You had plans to let loose and get wasted. You stepped out, freshly scrubbed and smelling good enough to eat, hair done, nails done, and outfit sensational; you were not wasting this opportunity for fun.

"Girl, hand me that bottle next to you." You ask your friend, pointing to a bottle with a dark liquid inside, before picking up a couple of red solo cups, some shot glasses and a bottle of juice as you wait for the liquor to be set down beside you.

🔞 MDNI FemReader OptionalMale

“Be a good girl and stay quiet, I don’t want us getting caught”

As usual, any event you were both invited too ended up with you hauled up in the nearest empty room devouring each other. It was something about the way a suit clung to his body that made you want him to take you at any given moment.

So here you are hoisted up onto the bathroom sink at your friends birthday party, making out with your husband as his fingers attack your entrance.

He quickens the pace of his fingers in your hole, the squelching sound of your wetness is barely heard due to the pounding music outside the door. He quickens his pace, matching his slender digits with the beat of the house track playing.

He continues to whisper praises in between kisses as you tighten your walls around his fingers, waves of pleasure building up inside of you.

“That’s my girl, cum for daddy” he growls, knowing your body reacts to his commands. Ripples of pleasure satisfy you as you unravel in his arms, whimpers and rasped praise leaving your lips.

Soon you’re back at the party, face flushed from the recent escapade. You look over to him, he’s talking to a friend and smiling as they discuss old memories.

At a glance he looked normal, nothing out of the ordinary…but if you really looked, you would see the drying wet patch on the lower part of his white shirt from where you squirted all over him, and the way he occasionally brings his fingers to his lips, the same fingers that were deep inside you not too long ago.

What people wouldn’t know is the unsaid promise you can see in his eyes, the promise that says it won’t just be his fingers making you see stars later.

Not my best, so I do apologise.

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leaving the planet, you can't come | 🔞

w / au's: optional female lead, mdni(18+only), alien!au, alien abduction, oral sex, fingering

summary: a hot alien abducts you after you run out on a bad date, taking you back to her home planet to become best friends

a/n: I've been plotting more to this story! i reread the whole thing, both parts, and felt really inspired haha so you will be getting a part three soon!! i know this is the second time im reposting but i love our freaky little alien so much hehehehe

words: 2402

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ℍ𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟 - Optional Bias

Summary: "Your fiancé has learned an interesting custom from your people and is more than willing to follow it. Warnings: Smut ....

The light of the stars illuminates the room where you are. The soft summer breeze passes through the large windows of the room and moves your hair. The night birds sing happily, as if they know that this is a special day for their people and country. The kingdom is celebrating, two countries united to celebrate love and politics. The country of your fiancé - now husband - is a cold and snowy place, with beautiful landscapes and cultural customs different from yours. For them, marriage was a very important rite of passage that a man had to go through before he turned 35. Because in marriage, a man matures and learns the value of life. And now your husband is ready to accept his responsibilities as heir.

In your culture, marriage was seen as something new, a rite for a life together, and not always so mature. Because love guides couples, and love is not always rational. And you had no age limit, because love comes at different ages, and at random moments in life. And some of you have been married more than once in your life, because when love ends, you are free to be happy with someone else. And marriage in your culture is celebrated in three parties: one for the groom's entrance into the wife's family, the second for the bride's entrance into the husband's family, and the last to celebrate the union of the couple.

Different cultures, similar political goals.

Your mother had met your fiancé's mother on a trip many years ago to a country in the East. They liked each other and kept in touch sometimes. In one of the letters they exchanged across the lagoon years ago, your mother-in-law mentioned how she wanted her son to get married before he was 30 and that she was looking for brides for him, but that he rejected them all. Your mother, as a good friend, said that she had an unmarried daughter of a similar age to his. And so your first meeting was scheduled.

Without much choice, you traveled to your husband's country and had dinner with him. The dinner was silent, he didn't say much during the meeting, as if he had been forced to be there too, but at no time was he rude to you.

Your dinner was in a moonlit hall, something typical of his culture. The food was hot to help your bodies warm up from the cold. The drink that accompanied the food was bitter and tasty.

After dinner, the two of you were sent to the palace garden. There you saw one of the most beautiful flowers you had ever seen. With purple and white petals, a type of flower that only grows in cold places, and in the presence of moonlight. It was a quick walk around the place. You wondered why you had gone to see flowers and plants, but you didn't worry too much since it seemed like something cultural in his culture.

Two months later, your wedding was announced. You were surprised by the news, since the prince didn't seem to have enjoyed your evening very much. And you, afraid of disappointing your parents and harming your country, also accepted the marriage union.

Your wedding ceremony was in your country, with your customs, and that made you very happy, because getting married on foreign soil was not what you expected for your wedding. The feeling of joy from your parents and close family friends made you happy. Without a doubt, the ceremony was beautiful, full of tropical flowers, fruits, lots of joy and emotion.

The path to the altar was full of your favorite flowers, and a good part of the wedding food was your favorites, the day seemed like it was for you. This comforted your heart, because you were anxious about marrying a stranger. He wasn't unpleasant or ugly-looking, he was just strange.

Your fiancé's family seemed to have enjoyed the ceremony a lot, since they were smiling the whole time.

There was a special moment at your wedding that was an idea offered by your fiancé's family, which was your mother-in-law, dancing a song with you. Because in their culture, the woman was the strong and mature center of marriage, and now you were united by that. It was a peaceful and fun dance, you could feel your fiancé's intense gaze on you as you danced.

At this moment you were sitting in front of a large mirror, with gold and silver details and cultural designs. While your “Saysa” was getting you ready for the night that should be one of the most special of your life. Saysa is the name given in your culture to the woman who keeps you company and helps you in important moments, like this one. The night of the consummation of your marriage.

You take a deep breath for the tenth time, while your Saysa brushes your hair, because you need to be impeccable for when your fiancé enters the room. You are wearing a short, lacy dress with hearts embroidered all over the fabric. The outfit is not intended to cover or hide almost anything on your body. The purpose of the outfit was to be beautiful and attractive. In addition, your people have the custom of mixing a mixture of fruits and aphrodisiacs to make a type of cream that is spread over a large part of your body. The aroma is sweet and intoxicating. Everything is designed to help the couple on the night of consummation.

In your case, it's just to make things more awkward, since there will be no consummation. Your fiancé's family and yours understand that nothing will happen tonight, so your fiancé will spend some time with you in the bedroom and leave in the middle of the night. The clothes and the cream are just standard procedure, and to avoid gossip throughout the palace.

Once everything is ready, your Saysa leaves the room, wishes you “good luck” and leaves the room smiling. You are sitting on your knees on the bed, as is customary in your culture. You are so nervous that you forget to get out of the position before your husband enters the room.

As soon as his entrance was announced by some palace employee, he was already inside your room. The light in the room was not very good, so he walks around the place looking for you. What he never thought was that he would see you in the position you were in. Sitting, waiting for him.

The man cannot find words to describe how radiant you are, and the effect that this has on him. Soon your scent floods his entire sense of smell and you become even more attractive in his eyes. He opens his mouth to speak several times but nothing comes out. You have left him speechless.

You look at your husband nervously, because you do not know what to do now. You don't know if you should get up and take a shower to get the aphrodisiac smell off you and change your clothes, if you should cover yourself up and try to sleep like that. If you should try to talk to him. You're desperately thinking about your next move, when he speaks;

“You look beautiful…” - He looks away as soon as he speaks, as if he had told you a secret.

“Thank you, my Saysa was excited to get me ready today”

“I...” - he starts to speak but the words die in his throat.

You look at your husband curiously, to know what he has to say, anything is better than silence.

“They told me about a tradition from your country today at our party…”

His face becomes embarrassed as soon as the words leave your mouth, as if he was imagining something. And you wonder what they told him. Your people have many customs related to weddings, which one did he learn?

“Which one did you know?” - you ask excitedly.

As you ask excitedly your body moves, and so you show more of your body to the boy who is a few meters away from you.

The boy's mind goes into a kind of trance when he sees you like this, as if he were being hypnotized by you. It's a unique feeling. He doesn't know what they did to you, but it's killing him. All he can think about is the heat that's rising throughout his body, and how he wants to touch you now. So he gathers all the courage within himself to answer your question.

"That for a woman to have a happy marriage, she must have at least one orgasm on the night of the wedding party..." - The words come out slowly and torturously from the man's mouth.

The words go straight to his core. As if he recognizes the word orgasm. Your body tenses at the statement, and you rub your legs against each other and lower your head.

So many customs about marriage and they told him this one all of a sudden?

The seconds seem like hours as you stare at each other without saying a single word. You just stare deeply into each other's eyes, as if you were trying to get into each other's minds.

You try your best to answer the boy in front of you. But your mind is so turbulent that it's as if the words won't come out of your mouth.

"W-who told you about this…?"

"Your Saysa."

So that was the reason for her visible happiness - you think to yourself.

"You d-don't need to worry about that…" - you look away from him.

"But I'm worried, because I want you to be very happy" - he says, slowly approaching your body. - "Because of that, you're going to cum countless times tonight…"

His warm and eager body slowly approaches yours. The man in front of you is thinking about all the possible ways to make you cum, his primitive instinct begs you to end the night dizzy after so many orgasms. He wants to make you the happiest woman in the world.

You watch your fiancé's every move carefully, the moonlight that enters the room illuminates his face, and makes the situation more attractive. In seconds his body is sitting in front of you on the edge of the bed, he looks at you intensely, but says nothing. All he does is admire you.

His intense gaze sends shivers all over your skin, which yearns for any touch that comes from him. And even without his touch, your body sends stimuli to all your sensitive parts, which results in a slight movement in your thighs, a failed attempt to seek relief.

Your action does not go unnoticed by the attentive gaze of your fiancé, who follows the movement of your legs. But as the beautiful provocateur that he is, he doesn't miss an opportunity to tease you.

- Is your scent having an effect on you too?

He whispers the words in your ear, with that beautiful husky voice. And then he continues.

- Your body seems to be loving all this waiting, can you confirm for me if it's true?

He knows it's a lie, he knows you're at his mercy, and you're desperate for any touch.

“It’s not true…” - you whisper.

His first touch on your skin is sweet and loving, as if you were the most precious thing in the world to him.

His hand rests on your ankle and caresses it gently. And little by little his large hand moves up the length of your leg, until it reaches your thigh. On your thigh, his hand makes small movements, and all the while, his gaze is fixed on yours. Analyzing all your reactions.

His hand enters the inner part of your thigh, and at this moment your breathing is already irregular.

You instinctively open your leg for him, in a desperate action for more friction. In this way, his hand comes dangerously close to your core. A part of your body that is already completely needy.

His fingers lightly brush your pussy, and in this action you have to hold on to his shoulder, because you need to support yourself on something. Your fiancé sees this act as an incentive to continue his actions.

And then his fingers slowly start working on you, and even with your panties on, the sensation leaves you incredibly satisfied. His movements are continuous and precise, and in a few seconds you become a moaning mess. Your hands grip his shoulder, and your eyes close instinctively at the sensation of stimulation. Wanting to make things worse, his other hand finds one of your nipples and squeezes it. The new sensation sends a shiver through your body, and a loud sound escapes your mouth. His fingers play with your sensitive nipple, and this contributes to your future orgasm. Meanwhile, his other hand works mercilessly on your clitoris. The combination of movements is driving you crazy, you barely remember how to breathe, all you know is moaning and whimpering. Your fiancé seems to love your current state, because a wide smile is plastered on his face. As if this were a dream come true. Ruining you.

A warm sensation spreads throughout your body, blurring your vision. You were having your first orgasm of the night. The person responsible for your ruin was aware of what was happening, and he didn't allow himself to slow down his own movements; in fact, his movements seemed faster now. The feeling of overstimulation took over your body. The pleasure seemed to have doubled, and his agile fingers on your clitoris only made things worse. You instinctively tried to close your legs with the excessive stimulation. But your fiancé prevented such action. The hand that was previously mistreating your nipple, now firmly holds one of your legs, preventing your movements. Your head is thrown back by the stimulation, and you scratch your husband's shoulder. And your screams of pleasure echo throughout the room. If someone were to pass by right now, they would be able to hear your moans and pleas for pleasure.

"It's t-too much..." - you try to say, but the rest of the sentence dies on your lips. Right after your failed attempt to warn him, that thunderous sensation passes through your body, and gives you goosebumps all over, this time your eyes roll back with the intense sensation, and your legs tremble during your high, and so came the second orgasm of the night.

He decides to have a little mercy on you and stops moving. And now he spreads kisses all over your face. Your body is very heavy, so you lean on him and let him take care of you. Your breathing is still irregular, and your legs still tremble a little, and you can feel how sensitive your core is.

Noticing your tiredness, he lays you down on the big bed and leaves a few kisses on your neck, hot and thirsty kisses, kisses that indicated that the night was beginning.

“I think we ruined your beautiful panties, princess,” he whispers to you.

You didn't even remember you were wearing panties, because the sensation was so surreal wearing them, that now you wonder what it will be like without them. What will he do to me now? You wonder. Even though you were recovering from two intense orgasms, you are anxious to know what comes next.

His body rises from the bed, and his hands go towards his own shirt, he is taking off the piece of cloth.

“Forgive me princess, but I am a little hot. Do you mind?”

The question had been in vain, because even without your permission he continued to take off his clothes. Putting on a private show for you. Your fiancé's body was breathtaking, his tanned skin, the small moles on his body, and the visible erection in his underwear, were taking your breath away.

After taking off almost all the pieces of his body, leaving only the underwear he was wearing. He stops next to your bed and looks intensely at you and your current state. For a few seconds you feel embarrassed, and make a move to try to cover yourself, and get rid of your exposure.

Immediately your fiancé disapproves of your action, and shakes his head in disapproval. He slowly approaches you, and leans in so that he can see you, close enough for you to feel his breath on your face. He gives you a sharp look, showing his disgust with your action of covering yourself.

His lips slowly approach yours, and when you expect him to kiss you, as you have been wanting all night. He leans his neck towards yours and places soft kisses there. The sensation makes you turn your neck to give him more space to play with your skin. This generates a small laugh from the man.

“Does my princess allow me to fuck her now?” His words send a shiver through your body, and his gaze is fixed on yours, capturing all your reactions.

You nod, giving him permission to fuck you. But your answer doesn’t seem enough for him, since he casts a sharp look in your direction.

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes, please…”

That was the push the man in front of you needed to fall apart. In seconds he lays you down properly on the bed, and moves away from you to take off his underwear. He slowly slides the piece off his body, while looking at you. He was giving you a little private show. And your fiancé really was perfect from head to toe. When he finished taking off his little outfit. You tried to avoid staring shamelessly at his cock. But it was a difficult task. His cock looked wonderful. You wanted it in your mouth.

He walked towards you and climbed on top of you on the large bed, your hands instinctively went to his back, when he started kissing your neck again. You could feel his cock against you, as you kissed, as he left marks on your neck, while his mouth played with one of your nipples. And there he was, torturing you normally, waiting for you to start begging to be fucked by him.

You couldn't take another five minutes of teasing until you started begging for him.

"Fuck me..." You say so quietly as if it were a confession.

"Louder" - His voice comes out a little muffled, because his mouth is on your nipple, but you can hear the intention of his demand.

'Fuck me, please'

That's what he wanted to hear.

He prepares to sink into you as best he can, and when he does, the sensation sends shivers down both of your spines. You throw your head back onto the pillows behind you at his first thrust inside you. The sensation is so good that you scratch your partner's back. He lets out a small grunt in response.

His movements gradually speed up, and to enhance his movements, one of his hands holds your waist, to make his thrusts more precise. You're so lost in the pleasure that you don't even realize your eyes are closed. When you open your eyes, the scene before you makes you even more excited.

Your fiancé has a frown on his face, and some of his hair is stuck to his forehead due to sweat. His mouth is slightly open, and his sinful moans come out of his mouth. The scene makes your pussy tighten around his cock, and this causes him to give a small cry of pleasure.

This could only be something divine, because the feeling is like being in heaven. You lose yourself in the sensation of pleasure that your husband is offering you.

Meanwhile, the guy on top of you still can't believe that this is happening, it all seemed like a dream.

Because since your first meeting, you had flooded the poor guy's mind. As if you had made his mind your home. And you had no mercy, because you made him dream about you several times, and dream about your touch, dream about your smile.

And here he is, fucking you wonderfully well. His wife.

How he loves that phrase: My wife.

Only his to take care of, love, ruin and fuck.

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Write it down// Optional Bias

• Warnings: smut, minors DNI

• Pairing: Fem reader x optional Male

• H/n = His Name

I go back to my room, closing the door behind me with my free hand, my other one is holding a bottle of water.

His gaze locked on my body that's only covered with a short, barely covering, tight black night gown. Lacy, cuz I know he likes it. His grin satisfied, eyes narrowed, revealing his pretty under-eye dimples, he lets out a small teasing chuckle.

NAH

Ima need someone PLEASEEEEE make Cha Eunwoo smuts, fluff, something bc this gif 🧍🏾‍♀️😀👹😩🏃🏾‍♀️🗣️

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he’s so cute i just wanna marry him

dear you.

trope: optional bias x fem!reader, arranged marriage, angst/fluff

synopsis: An all-too-well story through a series of letters she wrote to him, as they navigated a withering love story that had yet to see its eternal bloom.

word count: 3.7k, unedited (typical)

AHHH so excited that this is finally done!! I haven't posted in a LONG time so I'm nervous to see how this goes. thanks for reading, hope to see you soon xoxo

Dear you,