𝜗𝜚 Megumi isn’t shy, he swears! Although, he might be when he’s buried inside you.
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Megumi Fushiguro insists he doesn’t blush, doesn’t get pink with embarrassment. He insists, bangs falling prettily in front of his eyes, that he never flushes, and when he turns pink it’s simply the warmth.
He insists vehemently upon a faulty thermostat, or an Indian summer, even when he’s bright red with sweat beading at his temples and soaking into the scratchy hair at the nape of his neck.
It’s just the temperature.
“T-temperature, huh, Megs?” You pant, thighs looped snugly around his waist as he fills you up with each devastatingly good thrust.
“Be- be quiet.” He says, voice stuck somewhere between a gasp and a groan; he’s trying to ignore the prickly heat crawling around his spine and up his neck to paint his face a rosy red - to little avail. “S’not my fault.”
Swallowing down a whine threatening to claw from your throat, “Yeah? Is it mine then?”
He averts his eyes from your pretty face, only to be met with the sight of your tits, a sheen of his salvia glossing over the soft skin and lacquering across the little bite marks. He swallows down the whimper threatening to build in his throat.
Jesus, he thinks, you’re so pretty like this.
Megumi feels his face heat up more, and curses himself as he tries not to acknowledge the fact he’s quite literally buried inside you.
Buried deep inside you at that; your hips meeting is messy with every jolt from his pelvis, as more and more slippery webs of gloss drip from your entrance and graze his base.
“Aw,” you laugh, stuttering speech out even through the little tattered moans Megumi is currently punching out of you straight from your sopping cunt below. “You’re- ah! - sooooo pink right now, M-Megs.”
He is, you aren’t even exaggerating- his face is blotchy, patches of roseate working their way across his nose and cheeks like they’re laying claim to the skin, trying to work their way up to dye his eyelashes rose.
And his back is pink too - although, perhaps it’s not from embarrassment; it’s courtesy of the jagged marks splaying across the pale skin, little scratches from your nails because you couldn’t help but cling onto him as he fucks you so well.
You take his face in your shaky palms, doing your utmost best to ignore the slick squelching echoing around the room. You just can’t seem to keep your hands steady, being knocked off balance every time his drooling cock prods at your soft insides.
His tip is leaking, has been for a while now; salty, pearlescent little beads flow messily from his slit and mix with your own wetness, puddling in a wet splotch onto the mattress he knows you’ll complain about later as he hugs you.
But for now, he’s much too focussed on making you see stars- and praying internally you forget about his rouged up face.
“Mhmm, you’re just so shy for me, aren’t you Megs?” Clearly, he wasn’t trying hard enough. “All embarrassed, all pretty and- and pink from fucking me?” You huff out a laugh, although it quickly dissolves into a flurry of whines as he readjusts his angle.
“N-no.” He groans, burying his face into your sweaty shoulder like it’ll offer him safety. It doesn’t. You drag him up, hands in his hair, and pull him into a soft kiss as you clench around him.
His lips are comfy against your own, tongue lazily tracing shapes across your mouth as his fingers do the same between your legs.
“Megs,” you breathe, “m’gonna cum if you keep doing that.”
“Then do it.” He murmurs brokenly, voice twitching in synchronicity with his cock as it jams up against what feels like your spongy cervix. “Just- just do it, okay?”
You nod obediently, screw your eyes up with the feeling of his very flushed, very shaky lips mouthing over your throat. Muscles tense up, and thighs clench around your boyfriend’s waist as colours pop behind your eyelids.
You don’t even register his orgasm, too busy riding out your own. Megumi’s happy trail scratches your pelvis, but you don’t mind; too lost in the feeling of his hands on your waist, hips, face, too invested in the way he moans your name so prettily.
Once the aftershocks die down, and he’s stilled inside you, you start to breathe properly and croak out words again.
“Megs?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re still, like, really pink.” You whisper. Megumi groans, embarrassed. “I really need you to stop talking, please.”
You giggle, and rake a hand through his dark hair while he clings to you like a limpet in a rockpool. “I’ll think about it.”
You and Clark can't seem to stop as lazy midnight sex turns into hours of desperate lovemaking that lasts until the break of dawn.
Pairing ↬ Clark Kent x F!Reader
Warnings ↬ multiple rounds, overstimulation, oral sex, creampie, size kink, aftercare. porn no plot.
Wc ↬ 1.1k
“I love how you feel when you’re this wet,” he murmured. “Can’t even think straight.”
The clock on the nightstand glowed 2:17 AM when Clark pulled you on top of him again.
You were already sweaty, thighs sticky, throat a little raw from moaning his name for the last few hours. The city outside the apartment window was mostly quiet now, just the occasional distant car and the low hum of the fridge in the kitchen. Moonlight cut a pale stripe across the bed, catching on the damp strands of hair stuck to your forehead.
Clark’s hands settled on your hips, not guiding you down yet. His thumbs moved in slow circles against your skin like he was thinking about something. You watched his face, that tiny crease between his brows, the way his jaw flexed once before relaxing. He was still hard beneath you, thick and warm and slick from both of you. “You’re tired,” he said quietly. Not a question. His voice had that rough edge it got after hours of sex.
You shook your head, even though your legs were trembling. “Not tired enough.” A small breath of a laugh left him. He lifted one hand to brush your hair back from your face, studying you like he still couldn’t believe you were real. Then he guided you down, slow. So slow. You felt every inch as he filled you again, stretching you open with that familiar, heavy pressure that made your breath catch.
You sat there once he was all the way inside, just breathing together. Clark’s chest rose and fell under your palms. His eyes stayed locked on yours, soft and a little dazed. “Fuck… you feel so good,” he whispered, almost to himself. “Every time.”
You started moving, rolling your hips in lazy circles, grinding down so you could feel him deep. Clark’s hands slid up your back, then down again, gripping your ass, holding on to you. Every time you sank down, a little sound escaped him — half sigh, half groan. Time stretched as if it were slowed down.
You rode him until your thighs burned and your breathing turned ragged. When your rhythm started to falter, Clark sat up, wrapping his arms around you, chest to chest. He took over with slow, deep thrusts from below, kissing your neck, your shoulder, the corner of your mouth.
You buried your face in his neck and just held on, letting him fuck you through another long, rolling orgasm that left you shaking and whimpering against his skin. He didn’t come that time. He just held you close afterward, still buried inside you, rubbing your back while you caught your breath.
Around 3:40 AM he pulled out gently and laid you on your stomach. The sheets were cool against your overheated skin. Clark kissed down your spine slowly, like he had nowhere else to be for the rest of his life. When he reached the small of your back he stayed there for a while, just breathing against you, one big hand stroking the back of your thigh.
He ate you out from behind like that; lazy, thorough, tongue sliding through your soaked folds while two fingers curled inside you. You fisted the sheets and pressed your face into the pillow to muffle the sounds you were making. Every time you got close he’d slow down, drawing it out until you were nearly crying with frustration and pleasure.
When he finally let you come, it hit so hard your legs kicked out straight. Clark kept licking you through it, softer now, until the overstimulation made you twitch. He crawled up and covered your body with his, sliding back inside you in one smooth thrust. This time he fucked you slower than ever, deep grinding strokes that made your eyes water. His weight pressed you into the mattress in the best way. You could feel his heartbeat against your back.
“You’re shaking,” he whispered against your ear, voice rough. “Still want more?”
You nodded, barely able to speak. “Don’t stop.”
Sometime after 4:30, you were on your side. Clark spooned behind you, one arm under your head, the other hand between your legs. He wasn’t thrusting hard anymore; he gave you shallow, lazy rocks of his hips while his fingers circled your clit. The room was starting to feel warmer, the air thicker. Both of you were covered in sweat and cum and each other.
You lost count of how many times you’d come. Everything felt hazy and oversensitive and perfect. Clark pressed his forehead to the back of your neck. “I love how you feel when you’re this wet,” he murmured. “Can’t even think straight.”
You reached back, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging lightly. He made a low sound and thrust a little deeper. The sky outside was shifting from deep blue to a bruised purple by the time he finally let himself go again. He came with a quiet, broken groan, burying himself as deep as he could and staying there, pulsing inside you. You felt every twitch, every spurt of his thick cum, his arms tightening around you like he never wanted to let go.
He didn’t pull out right away. He just held you, breathing against your hair, one hand gently rubbing your stomach. Dawn started creeping in around 5:50.
The light was soft and golden, painting the walls in warm tones. Clark finally slipped out of you and turned you to face him. His eyes were tired but bright, hair a complete mess. There was a small red mark on his collarbone where you’d bitten him earlier. He looked beautiful.
He got up slowly, legs a little unsteady, even Superman has limits after hours of this, and came back with a glass of water and a warm washcloth. He helped you sit up, holding the glass to your lips while you drank. Then he cleaned you carefully between your legs, gentle touches that still made you twitch.
When he was done, he climbed back into bed and pulled you on top of him again, this time just to hold you. Your head rested on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart. His fingers traced slow patterns up and down your bare back. The sun was fully rising now, light pouring across the bed. You could hear birds outside.
Clark kissed the top of your head, lips lingering. “Stay right here,” he whispered. His voice was hoarse. “Don’t wanna move yet.” You pressed a kiss to his chest, right over his heart.
“I’m not going anywhere.” The city was waking up outside, but the two of you stayed tangled together in the golden morning light, bodies sore, hearts calm, breathing slow and in sync.
Synopsis: Reader has an unrequited crush on Satoru Gojo, but things take an unexpected turn when they meet up at a party.
inspired by current nerdjo/fratjo craze
Warnings/tags: nerdjo! is freaky, fratjo! whimpers, Unprotected Sex, Overstimulation, Penetrative Sex, , Praise kink if you squint *wink* *wink*, Needy Gojo, whimpering and whining, slight dom!reader, slight submissive!gojo, semi-public sex, begging, mirror-sex, dacryphilia
wc: 3.0k (not proofread)
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“What’s up with you lately?”
“I guess I’m just in a good mood.” What a sly comment from you, and she knew it.
‘Good mood’ was putting it lightly.
Getting fucked by the man who you’d been crushing on forever seems to have been all you ever needed.
More than so, you got an easy pass without having to lift as much as a finger since Gojo did all the work like he’d promised.
It was a bit of a downer that you couldn't use “schoolwork” as an excuse to get tossed around by him again.
And how you longed.
Longed to see him again, longed to get your hands tangled in his messy hair as he pushed into you, heaving over your neck like there's a magnetic pull keeping him steady by you.
You longed to smell his sweet, fresh smell, like cherry blossoms dipped in honey or ripe raspberries, teasing your nostrils.
You longed to feel him, all of him in his entirety, and even more so as it seemed to be the only time his hands did more work than his mouth.
That soft, flushed pink mouth of his. How mean of him to haunt you even in your passing thought.
“Well, I hope you keep it up because I’m taking you to Suguru’s party tonight,” Yuki reminded.
Someone could have easily mistaken her words for a pinch judging by the way your face turned.
“Do we have to? You don't even like him.” A poor attempt at a last-minute way out, but you already knew it would prove futile.
You resumed playing with one of the old plushies that adorned her bed while keeping track of any flying articles of clothing heading your way.
“You’re right,” she said, throwing you a hopeful glance as she continued tossing out a bunch of similar-looking tops.
“But Choso is going to be there. And him I like very much.” She smirked.
You hummed in understanding. If Gojo didn't have so much of your attention, maybe you would've given him more thought.
“Okay, but don't leave me alone.” You warned and got up from your sunken position in her bed before you were hit with any of the things she kept throwing around.
“Well, if Gojo’s there…” She trailed off mischievously.
You didn't have to look at her to feel her cheekily eying you.
You’d never tried to hide your crush after all, which made it all the more frustrating given how he’d never paid you much mind before.
However, now there was a high chance that things would change.
Your eyes fell to her bed, landing on a particularly striking top. “Hey, can I borrow that?”
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The motorcycle swerved in by the parking lot, in perfect view of the booming building ahead.
It was a bit intimidating seeing bodies stumble and flail around the front lawn, with cans and bottles crushed or smashed nearly hidden in the grass.
“Okay,” Yuki signaled you to place your helmet on the seat as she secured the flashy vehicle in place. “We go in, head straight to Geto, and hopefully we catch both of tonight's eye candies with him without seeming like we’re trying too hard.”
Thoughts in your head echoed something along the lines of “It seems like we are,” but they were drowned out by the sheer buzz and nervousness of the setting and the potential of what could happen.
You allowed her to take the lead, mindlessly adjusting and pulling at your borrowed top to calm your nerves.
“Is it too revealing?”
“No,” she flatly said, despite her eyes falling to your conspicuous cleavage. “Not at all. C’mon,”
LED lights decorated the ceiling, creating a casual atmosphere that allowed you to see just enough to navigate while leaving some things to the imagination.
the hallway was generously crowded and you hopef that you could get by without having anything spilled on you.
“Watch it, dude! Ken? Is that you?!”
A handsome guy, who was seemingly a little more than tipsy, had just bumped into you.
“Depends on who’s asking,”
Yuki proceeded to make fun of his slurred state, and as much as you’d like to join the conversation, your eyes couldn't help but wander.
You didn't have to scan the area for too long, as his name came up in the conversation naturally anyway.
“Yeah, he’s downstairs with Gojo and some other dude with pigtails. Ridiculous.” The guy whose full name was actually Kento added.
A chipper Yuki gladly strode with you on her arm towards the basement staircase.
“Does my hair look alright?” She asked, searching your face for any sign that begged to differ.
“Beautiful, even I wouldn't be able to resist you.”
She blew you an air kiss before switching on her cool and seductive persona.
People were scattered, but, a familiar voice rang through from around the polo table.
The two of you walked up to see Geto with his hair loosely out of its usual bun and ear gauges on display, waiting on his turn as a tired Choso tried to score.
And lo and behold.
There he was right next to them, a tall figure, resting his head on a hand grappling his pool stick.
Blue cap on backwards, barely showcasing the undercut you knew so well. His torso was covered by a tightly stretched white T with a silver chain peeking through, just like those well-built muscles.
His bottom half was clad in jeans, not dark enough to hide the imprint you’d been reminiscing about all week.
“Choso, hurry up, we don't have all night.” He commented before taking the stick into his hand and aimlessly starting to spin it around, completely unaffected by your presence.
“Shit! I thought it was going to go in this time.”
Yuki stepped ahead, focusing on her primary mission of scoring Choso, forgetting the secondary one of keeping you company.
“Can I try?”
Choso took a step back, and it looked like he had been pulling his hair so much that the ponytails fell out.
“I really thought it would go in,” he repeated aloud.
“Hey,” Geto came up to you, in his usual confident fashion, saying your name like it belonged in his everyday vocabulary.
“Wanna join?” He pointed the base of his stick in your direction while nodding his head towards the pool.
Looking at Yuki’s perfect form made you skeptical, and feeling eyes on you deterred you further.
He could somehow sense your hesitation and offered a kind, reassuring smile.
You pushed back the stick softly, sheepishly pulling away. “I’ve never played before.”
“I can teach you,”
For a second you think you’ve misheard it, until he heads in your direction.
In an effort to prevent your scrutinizing ogling, you take a position closer to the table and wait for your turn.
Before you could feel him come up behind you, the scent of cologne tickled your nostrils, then the familiar warmth settled.
When your turn comes, he lowers himself to your eye level so you can follow his steps directly.
“Does this feel alright?” His body was nearly pressing up against you, though it was of no hindrance to your mobility.
“Yes,” you uttered, trying to focus on the game. “How should I hold it?”
He placed a hand on your hip, urging you to bend over to get a better angle, then kept his left hand below yours so you could find your footing with the placement.
“Good girl, you’re already getting it. Now try to align it like this.”
He wrapped his right hand around the top, and you slowly moved the stick through the entrance of his fingers to make contact with the ball.
“Now, try to apply just the right amount of force.”
It was hard not to let your gaze meet with his as he practically stared into your soul with those crystal eyes when he gave the instructions.
You breathed in, and with a little help, you hit the ball with such precision that you scored.
“Wasn’t that hard, was it?”
The rest of the game went smooth sailing, and you could only attribute it to Gojo’s glued hands on you.
He’d offer you a wink or “Atta girl” whenever you scored, and in turn you’d give him your flirtatious glances.
Choso tried to call you out for cheating, which Yuki silently thanked you for giving her a reason to try and ‘calm him down.’
Towards the end of the game, Satoru and Suguru had tied, with Yuki second, you third, and Choso fourth.
A couple of guys called the boys over for beer pong, suddenly leaving you feeling lonely again.
You looked over to the corner to find a tipsy Yuki stroking a tipsier Choso’s hair as his flushed face filled with tears from losing.
You shrugged your shoulders, trying to ease the tension settling in your back.
Suddenly feeling the urge to relieve yourself, you made your way up the stairs and stumbled around until you found something resembling a bathroom.
The lights were flickering slightly, not enough to strain your eyes but enough for you to notice.
After finishing your business, you washed your hands and splashed some water on your face.
The reflection in the mirror showcased that your top had become more undone.
You contemplated leaving it as is, but before you could make a decision, the door handle wriggled.
“It’s occupied!” You shouted, moving back while the door opened.
In the doorframe, a tall figure, now without his backwards hat and messy hair, stood.
His cheeks were airbrushed with the faintest of pink that under the shifting strobes of light. His moles weren't visible like the other day and you wondered if you'd imagined them.
He closed the door behind him, making sure to lock it, unlike you, then attempted to strike conversation.
“Not having fun?”
Your mouth twitched. “Not as much as you and the guys, I assume.”
He leaned backwards with his hands behind his back, tapping against the wooden door.
“Beer pong is overrated.” He shrugged and hinted at the smallest smile.
Your eyes fell to your feet, maybe as protection from his piercing gaze.
“Is everything alright?”
His voice sounded closer, and when you looked up, he pushed himself off the wall and took steps toward you.
You nodded, looking behind him to see if the door was still locked as the tension was ever-growing.
“Yes.” You peered at him through heavy lashes, unable to tell if they were betraying you yet or not.
“You sure?” It felt rhetorical. Especially given how he was beginning to trap you between his towering body and the wall.
The lights got dimmer, almost entirely giving out, leaving just enough for you to make out his face.
“Missed you down there.” You couldn't fully see his lips move, nonetheless, his words were clear as day.
You laughed dryly, “So much so you had to ambush me in here?”
Fringes of hair tickled your forehead, and the radiating heat from his body became more noticeable.
“Can't help myself.” He placed a soft kiss on your lips. Light, like he was waiting for your reaction to it before doing anything else.
You tilted your head upwards, still making him work for it a little, and silently gave him a sign to keep going.
His lips ghosted your own before he took your top lip between his. Once, twice, then placed his hands over your exposed chest.
His long fingers played with the taunting lace, tickling your skin with every touch, leaving you with a tingling sensation in their absence.
He deepened the kiss as he began massaging your mounds, playing with your hardening buds.
To your surprise, you reflexively moaned in the kiss, which made him halt his movements for a second.
His teeth flashed, and you tried to make out the new expression forming in his face.
The sound of his belt unbuckling rang through your thick silence.
In preparation for what you’d been craving for so long, you slid down your bottoms along with your underwear.
Gojo repositioned himself closer and slid a hand down your abdomen to your thighs.
You were practically aching for anything, really.
His hand, coated in your slick – went back down to him as he began stroking himself, fully hard, while the glisten of his precum mocked you.
You needed him.
Growing impatient, you forcefully pulled him closer, urging him to have his way—whichever way—with you.
A whimper of surprise escaped him before his usual smugness returned. “Eager are we?”
Maybe you would've found him amusing if the painful wait wasn't becoming too much.
“Shut up,” you said, hoping he could make up the rest of the sentence into an action that would be favorable to you both.
He turned you against the wall, one hand still on your chest, as he pushed in.
"Did you choose this top for me?" He asked. Be it your lack of better judgement, but it sounded like a genuine question.
"Maybe,"
"I didn't mean to stare," You felt his lips curve against your skin, then he whispered "But you really know how to get a man going."
His groans of pleasure were like music to your ears, and you wished he had been this vocal before.
He started off slow and deep, hissing whenever you’d clench down and feel every inch, every curve, and every vein.
You snaked your hand back into his hair, feeling the prickly strands of his freshly buzzed hair blending into his neck above bulging muscles.
Your moans were in sync, and the deeper he went, the more you wanted it.
“Gojo, harder.”
He didn't speak, only made sounds, and it seemed like they became more frequent the more you praised him.
Playing with your sensitiveness had him losing his mind, with one hand under your top and another between your thighs.
“Faster.” He let your voice guide him, and he did exactly as you said.
You could tell that he was becoming overstimulated with his whimpers of pain resounding in your ears, yet he couldn't stop.
He turned you around and made you hook your legs around his waist, still shoving into you, as he placed you on the sink counter.
He pulled himself out and removed his shirt, with a carved-out torso on display for you to relish in.
He separated your legs, holding one down and the other folded against your body to get into a position where he could hit it deeper.
The look on his face was priceless. You slithered a hand to his face, holding it straight so he could watch his own tears forming as he increased his speed.
Failing to bite back his moans even when biting his kiss-swollen lip, as you watched him pump himself inside you.
He couldn't stop staring at you taking yourself so well either, both mesmerized and taken aback by the filthy sight.
“Am I making you feel good?”
"Mhm-Mhm," You were hoping your incoherent mumbles were enough proof since you couldn't form the words. Hopefully your hair tugs and back scratches were reassuring enough.
He tried to press small kisses along your neck and mouth as he heaved through the intimate motions.
You must've seen another universe of stars at this point. Although it didn't make him stop.
The air was thick and intoxicating, and you felt as if you could swallow him whole. When he leaned down to give you another passing kiss, you bit his lip to keep him with you a little longer.
His lewd sounds made you pulsate around him, and the sweaty and disheveled look made him present all the more dashing.
He nuzzled himself in your neck, warming you up with his breath fanning your exposed back. The scent of his cologne was filling the air once more, along with his own Gojo-scent.
Your nails sunk into his shoulders, holding onto him like it would be a sin to let him go.
His voice was becoming hoarse and strangled, and any word that left him had an edge of whine to it.
“Can I come inside? Please, please, please? You feel so tight—” He begged in a shallow breath.
You gave him a nod of approval, and he promptly buried himself in you. It didn't take long for the load to come undone.
He removed your shirt before embracing you, skin to skin, as the satisfaction overrode you both.
He still twitched inside, and once he took it out, you missed the warmth it provided.
Despite your state of breathlessness and exhaustion, you were still plastered onto each other.
“I’ll clean you up.” He winked when he finally managed to peel his body off yours.
While cleaning you up, he playfully flicked some water your way when running the tap. Nevertheless, he made it up by giving you a peck every now and then.
To avoid suspicion, you made sure to leave the bathroom at different times; however, before he could fully leave, he lingered by the door and said, “Come find me in the kitchen for a snack.”
When you finally left the bathroom, you bumped into Yuki, whose eyes almost bulged out when they saw you.
“I thought I lost you forever! Don't scare me like that again.” She handed you one of the random drinks in her possession.
“Sorry, I feel a bit lightheaded.” Which was the honest truth.
“Did you manage to spend some time with Gojo?” You tried your best not to choke.
“We spoke a little,”
“This Gojo is the less talkative one; I know it’s hard to believe.” She blurted out while stirring the contents of her cup.
“This Gojo?”
“Yeah, the cool one who always parties? Don't tell me you have a crush on his twin. The nerdy one?”
I really wanted to get done chapter three but I'm graduating this week so heres a small treat I wrote high and horny a few weeks ago instead.
Backshots
Jasper hale x fem!reader smut | MInors DNI
rough sex, porn w/o plot, p in v, belly bulge.
Bent over the plush comfort of the mattress, your legs strained to keep you upright. The tips of your toes were barely able to graze the cool wooden floor beneath you. Jasper surrounded you. His scent, his voice, his body. The weight of his chest pressed into your back, sinking you deeper into the soft linen. They smelled like him too. All that ran through your mind was him him HIM. Your mind was muddled with nothing but Jasper and the way he felt inside you, against you. A strong hand held your hips in place as he pounded into you. Deep, strong strokes pushing into that special bundle of nerves over and over, sending shockwaves through your body with each thrust.
His groans reverberated, deep and guttural through his chest, rattling against your spine. Jasper’s other hand gripped the sheets with fervor, displaying the whites of his knuckles. You held onto him, nails digging into his wrist, desperately searching for an anchor. Each thrust of his heavy hips had you seeing stars and gasping like the air had been forced from your lungs. You could feel each breath he took against your neck, staggered and shaking with the fulfillment of his own pleasure.
You shiver when his tongue darts out to trace up the column of your nape. Gently, he scrapes back down your delicate skin with his teeth, a low growl pushing through the lewd sounds filling the room. You feel him falter at the feeling of his teeth on your pretty throat, fighting so hard to stay under control. Jasper's lips follow back up your neck once again, soft, slow kisses pressed lovingly into your skin. Almost like a silent apology. His kisses trailed up toward your ear, pausing when he reaches the shell.
For a moment he’s silent except for the huffs and moans that fell from his lips as he pounded into you relentlessly.
“You have no clue-“ he draws lowly, pulling out slowly until just his tip is left nestled in your warmth, “how much,” he emphasizes with one powerful thrust, hitting that precious bundle of nerves perfectly, “you’ve been torturing me today darlin’.” Jasper rolls his hips into you, kneading his tip against your sweet spot. That alone has you squeezing around his cock, more slick dripping between your already messy and sticky thighs. Earning you an almost feral growl that rumbled from deep within his chest. It had him pummeling into you once again at the same mind numbing pace, with his nose buried into the crook of your neck. Your scent was intoxicating, he could smell that subtle shift in your hormones. The shift that left the warmth of your cunt dripping and aching for touch, you were ovulating. It had been driving him mad all day, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on you. He could feel every ounce of arousal that radiated from you.
His thrust became rougher, slamming into you hard enough you could hear the bed scrape the ground as it shifted. Your moans that filled the space becoming loud cries and sobs as your eyes rolled back into your skull. Your mind so clouded the only thing you could think of was him. Nothing could be better than hearing you moan his name. It made his aching cock pulse with need.
Your legs kicked and your thighs trembled as you felt that familiar tightening building in your stomach. You hadn’t realized just how much you had been writhing and squirming until the arm that you had been holding onto curled around your abdomen. You were pressed tightly against his chest, unable to move, taking each rough stroke off his cock against your walls. “Oh~ no you don't, sweetheart, no running from this.” His weight pushed down against your back while his palm pushed up on your womb, feeling how he bulged inside you. Stars danced behind your eyes while your hips pushed back into Jaspers, your body tensing and shaking as your orgasam raked through your body. You finished with his name on your lips, crying out for Jasper as he fucked you through the high. He whispered praises and sweet nothings in your ear, rubbing small soothing circles into your hip. His thrusts easing to a slow sensual roll of his hips. His own body shook as he came, pressing you against his cool body as much as possible, his low growls becoming animalistic and feral.
Jasper's lips began to kiss your neck once more, slow and soft. “Take your time darlin’, catch your breath.” He cooed. His hands, despite their gentle touch, rubbed your body with need. Down your neck and along your spine, messaging the flesh of your ass and thighs. His other hand rubbing up and down your stomach, sometimes pushing up against his cock that still rested hard inside you, rubbing the spot in tight circles. Despite him telling you to take your time he was ready to go again.
a/n: got this idea based off this post ^ bc i’ve been thinking a lot abt old man logan lately.. so enjoy 3k words of pure smut.
tw: 18+ MDNI, explicit sexual content, overstimulation, rough sex, light degradation/teasing, power dynamics, breeding, kink/multiple orgasms, slightly aggressive behavior (e.g. tearing clothing), cockwarming, heavy on missionary, p in v, pw/op
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Alternatively, older bf!logan doing the whole “fuck, I missed you” thing when he slides inside you after not being able to for a whole two weeks.
How he ever let that happen he doesn’t know, schedules became hectic, nights became short, and fourteen days later he’s as riled up as a bull seeing red — well not exactly but either way Logan is not about to let this continue any longer.
Sure the both of you had small moments here and there, like your shared morning showers, warm embraces and passionate kisses at the door before either of you left for the day, video calls during lunches that usually ended with Logan teasing you about giving him something to keep him going and you complying by quickly flashing the camera. Giggling shyly when Logan would let out a whistle. And all would be great until you hang up, or leave his sight and he remembers how long it’s been since he’s really felt your true warmth. God the more he thinks about it, the more he’s gonna blow his load right in his plaid pajama pants.
He paces back and forth shirtless in your shared bedroom. He’s been home alone for three hours now, and you messaged him thirty minutes ago saying you were on your way home meaning you should be walking through the front door any second.
He has one hand stroking his chin and the other hand low on his hip trying to decide if he should be nonchalant or just say to hell with it and jump you as soon as you walk in the door.
He hears the door to your shared apartment open, and he jumps out of his skin. He’s acting so out of character but — he’s really desperate. He says to hell with it and he swings open the bedroom door only to run right into you.
“Hi,” You look up at him, with a small smile.
Logan looks at you for a brief moment before he breaks and he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in and using the other hand to cradle the back of your head. He pulls you in for a heated kiss, the kind that ignites the heat in your chest that slowly spreads to the tips of your fingers.
You become pliant in his arms, letting your weight and balance rely solely on Logan as he continues to move his lips against yours. He pulls away for a second allowing you a chance to wrap your arms around his neck and pulling him in closer.
A long moan leaves your lips as he slowly drags his tongue along the inside of your mouth. He gives your tongue a slow and gentle suck before he pulls away.
“Hey baby,” He says, a smug look on his face. He wraps both arms around your waist, hands resting on the swell of your ass as he starts to walk the both of you back into the bedroom.
”What’s gotten into you?” You ask, as he begins to nose at your temple.
“I’m just glad you’re home now.” He says trailing kisses from your temple to your neck. Your hand snakes from around the back of his neck, and slowly trails down before stopping on his bare chest. Your palm catches the faint beating of Logan’s heart rapid, and pulsing.
“Did I make you wait long?” You ask, tilting your head back, a soft sigh leaves your lips as he places tender kisses along the sensitive parts of your neck.
He doesn’t say anything, instead he grabs your hand on his chest, and drags it further down, the heat radiating off his body practically scolding your hand. He brings your hand down his front all the way down to the bulge in his pants.
“You tell me.” He teases, pulling back to look down at you. With one hand still around his neck, keeping him close you take his dick in the other and fondle the man through the thin fabric of his pants.
“Aw,” You coo, “Did I make the poor baby wait too long.” You teased, the motions of your hand unrelenting. A shuddering breath leaves your boyfriend’s lips as his hips buck as much as he tries to hold back.
“Sorry sweetheart,” Logan hooks his hands below the curve of your ass and quickly lifts you off your feet. He swiftly spins you around and tosses you on the bed. “None of that tonight.” He says, grabbing your ankle and yanking you close as he climbs on the bed fitting himself between your thighs.
You let out a loud sigh as his heavy hands clench the clothed flesh of your thighs. His hands trail up to the belt loops of your jeans and he gives them a tug.
“Strip,” He orders. His hand sliding down the front of your legs, hiking your thighs on his hips as he goes to untie the drawstring around his waist. The pants slide down even further, exposing his adonis belt.
You swallow louder than you intended , and he chuckles lowly. You rid your upper half of any thing that could possibly stop the feel of your lover's calloused hands on your body. Logan rips the front of your pants open, tearing the seam and ripping the button off and across to who knows where.
“Oh, babe I really liked those.” You moan out softly, under any normal circumstance you would’ve been upset, but as Logan licks up your stomach as he’s pulling your pants down you figure the pants can come third. You lift your hips and yank the fabric off as Logan finally frees his poor aching cock from the prison that is his pajamas.
He sucks in a deep breath through clenched teeth, and whether it was from pain or pleasure the look on his face was enough to make you cream right then and there. You began to squirm in anticipation, trying to press your thighs together but Logan puts heavy hands on your knees and pries them further apart.
You let him, face flushed and chest panting.
”That’s it babydoll, show me that pretty pussy, hmm?” He teases you, and your face burns bright with embarrassment. You grab his arm as he pulls you flush against his bare skin. His cock slides against your slick folds, and a whine escapes both your lips.
“Fuck.” He grits out as he gyrates his hips, watching in awe as your juices coat his pulsing dick. Your fingers squeeze tighter around his arm.
“Logan.” You breathe out, your hips rising to get more friction.
“Hold on baby, you gotta give me a minute.” He’s out of breath as his hands roam all over the meat of your legs. He hikes your left ankle over his right shoulder and he pulls away.
The both of you breathless, you prop yourself on your elbows and watch as Logan guides the tip of his cock at your entrance. He pauses, leans back on his haunches and looks down at you.
“What are you waiting for, big guy?” You lean in and grab his dick, giving it a few strokes.
“It’s been two weeks and I am not a minute man.” He huffs out, watching the movements of your hand.
”You never have been.” You whisper, guiding the tip inside. Logan shudders as he leans over your body once again. His arms caging you in as his chest heaves. Your ankle slides off his shoulder, as he slowly sinks his dick further into your tight hole.
“Oh yes,” You hum, feeling absolutely stretched. Reaching out to grab Logan’s face you bring him in for a sloppy kiss.
“That’s it baby, give it to me just like that.” You purred, fingers cradling his head, foreheads pressed together, breaths mixing as Logan pulled back slowly, snapping his hips forward.
“Fuck, I missed you.” He moans, and you swallow his words.
Logan's thrusts start slow, deliberate, dragging out each movement as if savoring the feel of you. Every inch of him feels like it’s filling you up completely, and you can’t help the needy whine that escapes your lips. He grunts softly in response, his breath hot against your cheek.
"Missed this too," you whisper between pants, your body rising to meet his rhythm. Each snap of his hips has you keening, your nails digging into his back, urging him for more. Logan’s pace starts to quicken, his control slipping as the tight heat of your body pulls him in deeper.
"Shit... you're so perfect," he groans, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine. His mouth trails along your neck, lips brushing over your skin, leaving wet kisses as his hands tighten their grip on your waist, anchoring you to him.
Your thighs tremble around him, your body arching in response as your hands move to grip the sheets. You’re close, so close, the coil in your belly tightening with every deep thrust.
"Logan... please, don't stop," you beg, your voice breathless and needy.
Logan’s breath hitches as you tighten around him, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. He’s right on the edge, but instead of pulling out, he leans over you, his lips brushing your ear. His hand grips your thigh, keeping you locked in place as he pushes back in, slowly, torturously deep.
You whimper, feeling him stretch you all over again, and he moans in response, the sound almost desperate. He pulls out just enough to thrust back in, the head of his cock dragging against that sweet spot that makes you see stars. The rhythm is slow but deliberate, his hips grinding into you with an intensity that has your body arching into him. Each time he pulls back, it’s only to push deeper than before, making you gasp and claw at his back.
"Logan... fuck," you moan, overwhelmed by the feeling of him filling you completely. He’s breathing hard against your neck, his body trembling with the effort to stay in control. But the way his cock moves inside you—deliberate, steady, dragging out the pleasure—makes it clear he’s savoring every second.
His need is palpable now, his body pressing against yours as if he can’t get close enough. "I’ve missed this... missed you so much," he mumbles, his voice hoarse as he picks up the pace just slightly. The sound of your skin meeting fills the room, the slick heat of your bodies moving in sync, every thrust hitting deeper, making you writhe beneath him.
You feel the tension in him, the way his muscles strain as he fights to hold back. But then his control starts to slip, his pace quickening, each thrust harder and faster, his hips snapping into you with a hunger that leaves you breathless. The coil in your belly tightens again, the pleasure building higher and higher, and you know he can feel it too.
"Fuck, you’re so tight," he groans, burying his face in your neck as his hips drive into you harder. His voice cracks with raw need, his movements becoming frantic. He’s so close, teetering on the edge, but instead of letting go, he keeps pushing you both further, refusing to pull out. "I’m not done with you yet," he gasps, his hands gripping your hips, keeping you in place as he thrusts deeper, hitting that perfect spot over and over.
Your body clenches around him, and you cry out, your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave. Logan feels it, groaning as your walls flutter around him, and you think he’s going to come too, but he doesn’t. Instead, he slows just enough to keep himself in control, his hips rocking into you in a rhythm so slow and precise it makes your head spin. He pulls out slightly before pushing back in, bottoming out with every thrust, the sensation keeping you on the edge.
"God, I love you," he mumbles, his voice breaking as he leans down, pressing his forehead against yours. His lips brush against your cheek, your temple, as he keeps up that slow, torturous pace. "I’m so obsessed with you... I need you, baby, I need this," he groans, his voice thick with emotion, as if the feeling of being inside you is overwhelming him.
You can feel him trembling, hear the soft, needy sounds he makes as he moves inside you, and it sends another wave of pleasure through your body. Your hands find his hair, tugging gently as you pull him closer, pressing your lips to his in a sloppy, desperate kiss. "I’m here... I’m yours," you whisper against his lips, your body still shaking from the intensity of your orgasm.
Logan’s thrusts slow even further, until he’s barely pulling out, just rocking into you gently. But every time his cock drags against that sweet spot inside, it sends a jolt of pleasure through you, leaving you trembling. It’s softer now, more intimate, but still just as intense. Your body is so sensitive, every touch, every movement feels like too much and not enough all at once.
His moans turn softer, more broken, and you can feel his control slipping as he edges closer to release. His breath is hot against your ear, his voice hoarse as he whispers, "I can’t stop... you feel so fucking good."
Logan feels you tighten around him with what he thinks is another orgasm, his thrusts becoming purposeful, and he groans deeply, his body shaking as his release crashes into him. His cock throbs inside you, and you feel the warm flood of him filling you up, but just as you expect him to pull out, he surprises you.
“Wait, baby… not yet,” he rasps, his voice rough with need. Before you can respond, his hips push forward again, grinding deep, his cock still hard inside you. The overstimulation sends a jolt of pleasure through your body, and you let out a sob, clutching meekly at him as he starts moving again, slow but firm. The sensation is overwhelming, but Logan’s grip on your hips tightens as if he can’t let go.
You cry, tears forming in your eyes, your body still trembling from your orgasm, but Logan keeps going, his breath ragged and desperate.
“Fuck, I need more,” he mumbles against your skin, his lips brushing over your neck as he starts to thrust again. His movements are a little rough, his need palpable, and you can feel him building up again, his body already close to another release.
He thrusts faster now, deeper, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you, and you can’t help the way your body reacts.
“Oh, Logan~” you cry out, overwhelmed by the feeling of him filling you over and over, the slick sound of your bodies meeting echoing in the room.
He’s panting now, his breath hot against your skin, and you feel him tense up again. His hips slam into you one last time, and he groans deeply, spilling into you for the second time. But even then, he doesn’t stop.
“Oh god… not yet,” he whispers, almost like a plea, his cock twitching inside you as he keeps rocking his hips. His pace slows but doesn’t stop, the overstimulation almost too much to bear, but at the same time, it feels so damn good. His thrusts become shorter, his cock pulling out just enough before pushing back in, keeping him buried deep inside you.
Your body is on fire, sensitive and trembling as Logan chases yet another orgasm. His voice is low, needy, as he presses his forehead to yours, groaning softly.
“I can’t stop… I need to come again… fuck, you feel so good,” he mumbles, almost like he’s talking to himself, completely lost in the sensation of being inside you.
Your legs shake as he thrusts slowly, hitting deep inside you with every roll of his hips. You’re not sure how much more you can take, but the pleasure is overwhelming, and soon, the coil tightens in your belly again. “Logan, I’m gonna—” you cry out, your body tensing as another orgasm rips through you, this one so intense it leaves you seeing stars.
Logan moans with you, his hips snapping forward one last time as he comes again, filling you up even more. His body shakes, his breath heavy as he holds himself deep inside you, his hands gripping your waist tightly like he never wants to let go. You both stay there, trembling and panting, the room filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing.
Even after three orgasms, Logan’s still inside you, his cock softening but not pulling out. He’s so needy, so desperate to stay connected to you. His lips brush against your ear, his voice soft and broken. “I’m obsessed with you,” he whispers, his hips still moving just enough to keep him inside you.
He leans down to lazily kiss you, lips enveloping his. You stroke his hair, running your fingers through the damp strands as you hold him close, your body finally starting to relax. Logan’s breaths begin to even out, his thrusts slowing to a stop, but he stays buried inside, his body pressing down on yours in a protective, possessive way. His arms wrap around you, pulling you in tighter as he rests his forehead against your shoulder, completely spent.
“Still with me?” he mutters, his voice low and gruff in your ear, the heat of his breath sending a shiver through you.
“Barely,” you tease, your fingers still idly combing through his hair as you try to catch your breath.
Logan huffs a small laugh, pulling back just enough to look down at you. There’s a softness in his gaze, a mix of exhaustion and something deeper. “Good. ‘Cause I’m not ready to move yet.”
You smile, the weight of his body grounding you. “Not like I’m complaining.”
He dips down to kiss you again, slower this time, a quiet hum escaping his lips as he pulls you closer. His grip tightens, keeping you pressed together, like he’s savoring every last second of this. He grabs the extra duvet from under the pillows and wraps the blanket around your frames.
“Don’t go falling asleep on me,” he murmurs against your lips, but there’s no urgency in his voice. He’s just as close to passing out as you are.
“I won’t,” you whisper, though your body feels heavy, every muscle finally unwinding.
Eventually, you both roll over, Logan keeping you snug against him, still inside you as he wraps his arms around your waist. The room grows quieter, the sound of your breaths mingling as your heartbeats slow.
“Stay here,” he mumbles, his voice barely a whisper now, almost lost in the haze of sleep. His head rests against your chest, his body relaxing completely.
“I’m not going anywhere,” you reply softly, pressing a kiss to his temple, your hand resting on his back. You can feel the last bit of tension leaving his body as he lets out a deep sigh.
Within moments, you both start to drift off, the warmth of his body against yours pulling you deeper into sleep, completely spent but content.
Warnings - third person POV, explicit sexual themes, established dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, praise kink, free use kink, exhibitionism, breath play, impact play, a touch of foot fetish, panty stealing, face fucking, ownership kink, a sprinkle of degradation, pwop
Author's Note - written for @erisweekofficial Free Day - divider courtesy of @/tsunami-of-tears. Thank you to all who beta'd this fic for me and helped me through the crisis of writing it. (prythianpages, secret-third-thing, @whisperingmidnights, @tsunami-of-tears, daycourtofficial, nocasdatsgay) Read it on A03 here.
“You look delectable,” Eris drawled from the doorway of their shared bedroom. Glancing in the full length mirror, his mate caught his eye as she secured her earring.
His face was alight with a feral grin. The angles of his nose and jaw pronounced in the dim lighting of the room and his amber eyes darkened as he raked his gaze down her frame. He moved with the grace of a hunter on the prowl, coming from behind, close but not yet touching. Close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off of him against the skin of her exposed back.
She watched his eyes in the mirror’s reflection as they wandered slowly over the elegant, glittering gown tailor made to fit every curve. An expanse of smooth shoulders on full display in the low cut back offered a tease of what else was hidden beneath. She could almost feel his burning stare gliding over every knob of her spine, the heat growing incrementally as the fire within his veins stoked to life at the sight of his gorgeous mate.
Eris slowly raised his hands, dragging his fingertips lightly over her upper arms before resting his palms firmly on the wide flare of her hips. Lowering his head to the soft skin of her neck, he nuzzled briefly against the pulse point there before licking beneath her bejeweled ear.
“Now take it off.” His voice was low and demanding as he caught her eye in the mirror. He felt her shiver slightly at his words.
“Eris,” she chastised with a grin, running her hands down the bodice of the form fitting gown. “Do you know how long it took to look this delectable? Our guests are waiting. We’re going to be late.”
She leaned back into the length of his body, pulling his arms around to her front and reveling in the blaze of his body heat as it surrounded her. Eris rocked his hips against her plush backside and dropped his mouth to the tender spot where neck met shoulder.
“Save it for dessert, my love,” she laughed.
Eris wasn’t fond of being denied what he wanted, especially by her. His lips dragged over the sleek line of her shoulder before he nipped at the flesh hard enough to bruise, eliciting a sharp gasp from her throat. “I am the High Lord.” He stood upright with a flicker in his eye. “If I want my dessert before my dinner, I’ll have it.”
He gave her no time to respond or argue before spinning her around to face him and swallowing her surprise with a burning kiss. One hand solidly gripped the back of her neck while his other arm pressed her body against him and his evident arousal. As he pulled away, he felt her tremble in his hold once more and she stood there speechless.
“Fine, leave it on then,” he grumbled. Grabbing her wrist, he dragged her along. Reaching the bedside, he guided her in front of him facing away. With a bend of his waist, he reached down and grabbed the hem of her long gown.
“Eris, we’re already late.” Her protest was as weak as her voice and he couldn’t help the uptick of a smile that crossed his face. She wouldn’t actually deny him and he knew it.
His hands gathered the flowing fabric and bunched it up at her waist in one hand. With the other, he trailed his knuckles along the back of her exposed thigh, grazing over the smooth, unblemished skin there. Ever so slowly, he swept higher until his fingertips caught on the edge of her panties and a small whimper escaped her.
She rotated her head to meet his gaze over her shoulder. An insistent fire blazed brightly in Eris’ eyes, irises glittering. His hand traveled higher up her body, coming to press firmly between her elegant shoulder blades. He didn’t have to speak aloud for her to know exactly what he was asking and he felt another shudder pass through her. He knew that it wasn’t fear and yet it produced the same cruel lick of power within him as if it were.
He bent her fully over the bed before dragging his palm along the length of her spine, amplifying the heat of his magic higher. It licked at her skin leaving a beaded trail of sweat trickling down. Reaching the small curve at the base of her spine, he pressed again, arching her in a way that urged her backside directly into the hard swell of his trapped erection.
Satisfied with the curving arch of her body, Eris’ hand drifted back to the skin of her thigh, fingers skating lightly over the swell of her ass. His movements were slow. Methodical. “Our guests can wait,” he whispered and she relaxed, melting further into the bed.
Her resignation caused a flash of challenge to ignite within him. In a whirlwind of movement, Eris kicked her legs into a wider stance before dropping heavily to his knees on the floor behind her. There was no span of a second for her to even catch her breath before his open palm smacked loudly across her exposed backside. The skin rose to a fiery red and a wanton noise escaped her.
Eris brought his lips to the inflamed spot, dragging soothing kisses over the hurt as he smiled against her. She pulled in a steadying breath that went ragged as his hand found its way to her aching center. The scent of arousal hung thick in the air, emanating from both of them in waves. There was no doubt that they would both be late but neither of them particularly cared.
Suddenly Eris jerked the thin fabric covering her soaked core to the side, gliding two slender digits along her seam and coating them in the evidence of her desire. Without any warning at all, he entered her in one smooth stroke.
His mate moaned into the plush fabric of their bed hiding her face and he gave one testing thrust of his hand before quickly withdrawing. She lifted her head again, turning to peer over her shoulder and watched him as he licked his fingers clean and pulled them from his mouth with a wet pop.
“Dessert first,” his voice rumbled, bordering on dangerous. Then he pounced on her like a man starved. His burning tongue lapped along sensitive flesh and surprise and pleasure both shot through her. She moaned and urged herself further into his ravenous mouth.
He chuckled against her leaking core. He had never needed any guidance on how to please his mate with his tongue. He knew her every tell and trigger, could read her body as well as he could track prey through the Autumn woods. Just as her legs began to tremble, he adjusted his grip. Shifting his hold from her hips and placing one flaming hot palm under each globe of her ass, he supported her weight fully as she shook and whined.
His thumbs drifted inward, pulling her apart further as he nestled his face even deeper into her sweet honeyed center. His tongue never let up, laving and curling, wet sounds emanating into the room. He felt the wave that crested within her, dancing his tongue over the small bud of pleasure until just the right moment. Right as that wave threatened to crash, Eris pulled away.
“What the hell, Er–,” she started as she pushed up on her elbows and swiveled to glare at him. It was in times like these that she realized she forgot the power he carried within him. Eris moved unnaturally fast, so fast in fact that she didn’t even see him stand fully before his hand was around her throat from behind, urging her to stand upright as well.
“This time I want to hear you, little blaze,” he hissed in her ear as he pressed the length of his body into her, his now freed cock digging into her backside. “Don’t even think about hiding those lovely little screams of yours. Do you understand?” His voice slithered against the side of her neck as he guided her fully onto the bed on her hands and knees. She nodded weakly in agreement and he pulled at her earring with his teeth.
Bringing his lean body up on the bed behind her, he settled into the space between her already spread thighs. “I didn’t hear you, my love,” he crooned silkily. “Do you understand?”
The words didn’t even have a chance of forming in her throat before his hand swiftly met her skin again, this time centered on her dripping core. The sting was instant and intoxicating. Her eyes squeezed shut as a feral noise rang from her and echoed off the vaulted ceiling of the bedroom. “Yes,” she cried out.
“That’s it,” Eris purred. “That’s my girl.” This time when she melted into the bed it was under the weight of his praise and it was his turn to tremble with anticipation.
The hot, swollen length of his cock made contact with her stinging core. Stroking his shaft through her folds, he coated himself in her arousal, nudging against her clit with each pass. She whimpered expectantly and he didn't leave her waiting long. Pulling back, he lined himself up at her entrance and eased the first couple inches of himself inside.
Ceasing his movements, Eris held himself still. The muscles surrounding him betrayed her, fluttering already around what little he had given. “Eris – please,” she begged.
Another rumble of a laugh sounded from him. “So polite,” he teased before slowly pushing further inside. Her whines lilt higher in pitch the further in he thrust. Fully seated, he paused again, savoring the feel of her clenching around him. A feeling he swore would never get old.
Leaning down against her, his hand found her throat once more, granting a gentle squeeze that left her whimpering.
“Anything else you want to say, little blaze?” He asked as he nipped at her shoulder.
“Fuck me,” she panted out. The pressure of his palm against her throat and the delicious squeeze he pressed at the sides of her neck had her feeling positively lightheaded. “Please.”
“As you wish.” Eris’ hand left her throat and grabbed her hips with a heavy grip as he drew back. He set a vigorous pace and she quickly synced her breathy moans to every forceful thrust. As he shifted the skirt of her dress further out of the way, she was reminded of why she was wearing it to begin with. The knowledge of the awaiting guests downstairs only seemed to add fuel to her arousal.
Eris could have easily warded the sounds echoing from the room, but he didn’t. It was entirely possible that at least some of the guests could hear the shrill cries and the idea of it sent him into overdrive.
Again, he read her tells like a well worn book. He felt her impending end approaching. Pressing his palm once more between her shoulder blades, he forced her further into the mattress as he brought one leg up and planted a foot on the bed for leverage. He hit so deeply and ravaged so harshly that it brought tears to her eyes.
“Going to cum already? Didn’t you forget something?” His voice was hard and callous as he pounded harder. The grip on her waist was sure to leave bruises, their tender healing she would prod at later to relive this moment in time.
“Please, can I cum?” She choked out between whimpering sobs.
“Mmm,” Eris hummed deeply. “You ask so sweetly.”
A rolling shudder washed over her as every muscle tensed within her. That wasn’t permission. Eris kept thrusting, not skipping a beat. Every drag of him sent overwhelming sensations through her most sensitive parts. She gripped the bedsheets, knuckles white and concentrated fully on attempting to keep her climax at bay.
“Don’t forget to tell them whose cock has you screaming the way you do.” Eris rolled his hips in a way that had her seeing stars behind her clenched eyes. “Go on then,” he demanded. “Cum.”
He drove his words home with a brutal snap of his hips and pleasure bursted inside of her. “Eris!,” she screamed. “Yes–ahh–oh gods! Eris!” Her voice broke on his name, throat raw.
Eris sucked in a harsh breath as he rode out the wave of squeezing muscles that pulsed around his cock. She slumped forward, sated and floating, arms unable to hold her any longer. He dug his nails into the cushion of her hips and belted out his own bellow of pleasure. The contractions of his release pumped deep inside her, triggering a rolling aftershock through her with mewl.
He withdrew from her depths as she tried to still her racing heart with soothing breaths. Looking down he watched as his release dribbled from her core and his cock twitched weakly in response. Raising his hand, he dragged two long fingers through her swollen and leaking flesh and shoved their shared fluids back inside. Feeling her clench involuntarily around his knuckles, he huffed out a sound of quiet amusement before popping a stinging smack to her ass with his free hand.
Leaning forward, he soothed away the hurt with tender kisses before a quick pinch of his teeth as he pulled his fingers from her. Rolling over, she met his gaze and watched as he licked his lips with a smirk. “Delectable,” Eris winked slyly.
Extending his still wet hand, he offered it out to her. Accepting his help, he pulled her upright with surprising strength. “Tidy up, little blaze,” he murmured against her temple with a kiss. “Our guests are waiting.”
She smiled slyly at him as he stalked away toward the wardrobe. Throwing open the doors, he selected a freshly pressed pair of pants to replace the ones he soiled. She strode over to the vanity and checked her ruffled reflection in the mirror. She swiped at the smudged liner under her eyes and tucked her disheveled hair back into place, but chose to leave the darkened bite to her shoulder on full display. Lifting her skirts, she hooked the waistband of her ruined panties with her thumbs and shimmied them down. Before they could fall to the floor, a sharp snap of fingers sounded.
Eris glared over at her menacingly. “Leave them on,” he commanded, eyes burning brightly. She obeyed quietly, pulling them back into place and dropping her skirts to the floor.
Their tardy arrival to the awaiting party downstairs went smoothly and unremarked upon, at least not to their faces. Eris’ stunning mate didn’t miss the too long stares that flickered through the crowd however, but she had long ago given up caring what others whispered behind her back. She cared little for the workings of ruling a court and the politics that brought. Her main concern besides spending her lavish allowance or what jewels to adorn her body with was Eris. His wellbeing and comfort took the highest importance.
So what if he fucked his mate loudly with a house full of dinner guests eavesdropping? She thought to herself. Eris as High Lord was a far cry from his father. He was a fair and just ruler who went out of his way to make his citizens feel heard. He listened to his people and lost sleep over finding solutions on their behalf.
A scowl lingered on her face from the inner workings of her mind and Eris tugged at that thread from deep within his chest. It was her cue to find him among the mingling crowd. Scanning through the faces, she found the bright sheen of fiery copper flashing under the candlelight. A quirk of his brow wordlessly asked after her mood. Softening her face into regal tranquility, she nodded at him with a demure smile.
Eris signaled to the stoic footman standing next to the ornate double doors leading to the dining room and a moment later the servant’s deep voice boomed through the space. “At the request and pleasure of the High Lord, dinner is served.”
The mass of guests shifted forward, yet Eris hung back and waited for his mate. The tradition of filing in by rank or title had been given up long ago. Eris found it to be silly and rather a waste of time. Beron would have probably rolled in his grave at the idea, if he had a grave that is. Eris had seen to it that no place of solace was afforded to him and no marker hewn to remember his death.
“Hungry, little blaze?” He asked as she sidled up next to him bringing up the end of the line.
“Famished,” she smiled, mouth ticking up at the corners and cheeks heating under his cunning stare. Casually, Eris slipped his overwarm hand to the small of her back and led her to a seat at the table, immediately to his right. The footmen stood at attention until the High Lord took his seat before lurching into the regimented routine of dinner service.
The night moved rather swiftly. Eris commanded the conversation among dignitaries with a fluid gracefulness in his speech and manner. His lovely mate nodded politely at the mundane conversation and gossip that was offered to her with a practiced smile. She was fully aware that it wasn’t her duty to assist in anything above the menial and it was clear that Eris needed no help. Her only task was to placate the mates and escorts of the more important guests or to sit idly by in her ravishing beauty. A job she did quite well, Eris mused inwardly as he snuck a glance in her direction.
By the time the second to last course was laid before them, she was fidgeting in her seat. Shifting restlessly, bored of the conversation and even less interested in the food, Eris noticed as she prodded at the contents of her plate. He returned his attention to the rather drunk Summer emissary and whatever he prattled on about, but under the table he slid his polished shoe towards his mate, tapping against her foot with his toe.
He caught her eyes flicking in his direction from the corner of his attention before she quickly dismissed it and signaled for more wine. Reaching over once more, he tapped again, this time higher up against her ankle.
The gentleman from Summer pushed back from the table and excused himself hastily, looking rather ruddy in the face. As he stumbled away, Eris swept his attention back to his mate with a mischievous glint in his eye. He snagged the bottle of wine from the approaching footman and poured the wine into her awaiting glass, eyes never leaving her face. She shifted in her seat again, a calculating look upon her face.
“Take them off,” he demanded quietly.
Her eyes widened briefly as she assessed the surroundings. She didn’t ask for clarification on what exactly he meant. This was a game. A long standing game that Eris thoroughly enjoyed. Eyes sweeping over the table, she calculated the likelihood of being caught in the act. Eris didn’t move a muscle. Still as a statue he waited expectantly, watching as she rocked subtly from side to side, pretending to adjust her chair as she slid the fabric from underneath her. He felt the squirming of her legs underneath the table, but still he stared, waiting.
A feigned slip of her elbow sent a fork clattering to the floor and the corner of his mouth quirked up as his eyes narrowed. Leaning over in dramatic fashion, he waved off the footman that came to help before he disappeared under the tablecloth.
His prize was draped before him, hanging sodden and fragrant around her elegant ankles. Eris did not rush, instead slipping the precariously heeled shoes from her feet with a gentle caress. Panties in hand, her now bare feet proved to be too irresistible to the High Lord. Lifting one high arched foot to his lips, he swiped a long, wet stripe of his tongue from heel to toe, chuckling to himself as he heard her gasp in surprise.
Unfolding from under the table, Eris adjusted himself in his chair, making a show of straightening the lapels of his dinner jacket and brushing off his sleeves. With a subtle sleight of hand, he slipped the errant fork back into place next to her place setting. She paid no attention to the silverware however, focused wide eyed on the garment in his hand. Her obviously drenched undergarments. Slowly and methodically, he tucked and folded the aromatic fabric before easing it into his empty lapel pocket, peeking over the top like a pocket square. He didn’t even try to hide the deep, sniffing inhale he breathed as he primped it into place.
Eris’ newest accessory went mostly unnoticed through the rest of dinner. It wasn’t until the standard after dinner drinks in the front parlor that it began to catch the scrutiny of wary eyes and noses.
He made his rounds through the room, one hand clasping a fine cut crystal glass half full of amber liquid that he hardly touched. His other hand was splayed prominently on the crest of his mate’s ass just below her back as he piloted her around the room. She hadn’t bothered with donning her shoes again, instead choosing to pad through the carpeted room barefoot. A decision that Eris surely hadn’t neglected to notice.
Eris bantered with the male standing before them, joking about some recent trip to the edges of Autumn they had been a part of. She didn’t bother trying to strike up familiarity with his mate, offering little more than a polite smile and nod at their approach. As they offered their farewells, she felt Eris squeeze a handful of her flesh.
Turning to him with a wicked smile she was confronted with that scandalous article of clothing directly at eye level. “Is shoving the scent of us in their faces really necessary?” She said with a scrunch of her nose.
“How else would you suggest I stake my claim, my love?” He leaned just a bit and planted a chaste kiss to the tip of her nose.
“I think it's fairly obvious who I belong to.”
“Belong,” Eris scoffed as he swirled the liquid in his glass. “You say it as if you are some object to possess.”
“Am I not?” She countered, her face empty of any sign of jest. “Am I not yours to command? To use whenever you wish?”
Eris’ eyes flared as he lowered the glass from his lips. The scent of his arousal wafted pungently, nearly masking the scent of her panties completely. “Whenever I wish,” he murmured in thought. She could practically see whatever plan he concocted taking root. His hand left her back and he brought it up to her face tenderly. “However I wish,” he stated finally, drawing his thumb over the seam of her lips.
He scanned over the room quickly before finding his exit. Grabbing her wrist, he pulled along as his strides led her across the room, not to the main door but instead to the servant’s door hidden flush within the wall. Making easy work of the latch, he pushed her inside before pulling the door closed behind them both.
The other side of the door was a narrow hallway, connected to others within the expanse of the house making it easier for servants to move about unseen. Eris grabbed her waist, spinning their positions and backed her up against the door. His elegant hand caressed one cheek gently as he leaned in and kissed her.
“On your knees,” he demanded as he pulled away, his tone quite opposite of his touch.
Gathering her skirts, she obeyed, dropping into a kneel and looking up at him through dark lashes. She waited patiently, palms upturned in her lap. The sound of distant footsteps from further down the hallway caught her attention and her eyes flicked that way, wary of being caught.
Eris grabbed her face roughly, fingertips pressing harshly into her cheeks. “Eyes on me,” he spat out. “The only thing you should be worried about is that pretty tongue of yours.” Sliding his thumb from her cheek to her lips, he pushed past the plump barrier and bore down on her tongue. Her mouth popped open compliantly, wide and ready. He smiled wickedly down at her before moving his hand to the fastenings of his pants.
Freeing his rigid cock, he moved to fist the base of his shaft with one hand while the other buried itself in her hair. As he yanked her head back, she stuck out her tongue on reflex.
“Just a taste,” he hissed. The head of him landed on her tongue and he rocked slowly, dragging the underside over the surface of her tongue. After a few strokes, he entered her mouth fully and she sealed around him. Swirling her tongue, she sucked gently at first but as he nudged in harder, she pulled in earnest. The press of him against the back of her throat nearly made her gag but she swallowed it away.
The sensation passed and she breathed deeply through her nose releasing the suction around him. She willed the muscles of her throat to relax fully, prepared for what he had in store.
“You love being used by me, don’t you?” He released the hold he had on himself and pushed harshly into the hilt. She moaned in answer, eyes fluttering from the pressure. Eris gripped her hair harder and leaned against the door with his other arm.
“Mine,” he thrust deeply.
“Mine to own.” He grunted with exertion, picking up a punishing pace. “Mine to use.” He punctuated each word with a thrust. The hand in her hair cushioned the blows, but his knuckles rapped against the wood, surely drawing some attention from the other side.
Tears leaked from her eyes as he fucked her mouth harder still, the head of his cock shoving into the soft well of her throat. She scrunched her eyes closed at the sting of their saltiness. She felt his hand leave her hair and swiftly found it wrapped around her neck.
“Look at me when you choke on my cock.” His voice was venomous and yet it thrilled her. Her eyes popped open and he didn’t waver. The back of her head now rattled against the door. Staring at him from below, her eyes gleamed with the tears now streaming down her face. Her makeup ran, highlighting the trails over her cheeks.
The mess of her had his cock twitching against her tonsils. “And you’ll take it all, won’t you?” He groaned loudly. “Like the good girl you are?”
A garbled noise was her response as saliva dripped from her chin. With a roaring moan, he slammed home, pressing his full weight against her face and the door behind her, emptying down her throat in spurts. When there was nothing left, he shifted his hips and pulled his cock from her mouth but remained leaning against the door to gather his breath.
Pushing himself upright, he offered his hand to her and pulled her up as well. She stood on shaking legs and he ran his palm along her wet cheek, his touch once again tender. He leaned in and kissed her heartily. Tongue lashing against hers, he tasted the remnants of his release along her tongue.
Pulling back, Eris stared into her glassy eyes. “Mine,” he whispered. He pulled the panties from his jacket pocket and wrapped one finger in the fabric, swiping gently at her mouth and chin. “Whenever. However.”
I have decided that a drabble will be under 500 words, and a fic-let will be under a 1000 words. So here is a fic-let of smut for you.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x you (female)
Word Count: <900
Summary: Shower sex with Bucky. That's literally it.
Trigger Warnings: It's... it's shower sex. A little fingering. Your wide hips and thick thighs are mentioned. A swear word or two. You call each other 'baby'. 18+ ONLY. MDNI.
Author’s Note: I never thought I'd really do pwop, but turns out I'm feral for a fictional character. 🤷🏼♀️ It's a problem.
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The water was hot, cascading down your shoulders in rivulets when Bucky stepped into the shower behind you. His chest pressed to your back instantly, warm and solid, like he couldn’t stand the thought of space between you for even a second longer.
He didn't speak at first. You only felt his breath at your neck, the slow drag of his metal hand down your side, the wet heat of his mouth pressing just beneath your ear.
“Need you,” he murmured, voice thick, jaw tense. “Right now.”
You barely managed a nod before he spun you to face him. His kiss came hungry, lips wet, tongue deep, hands gripping your wide hips with aching reverence. The steam curled around you both as the water thundered down, but you didn’t care. You clutched at his shoulders like they were the only thing keeping you upright.
He didn’t waste time. He reached above you to adjust the showerhead, angling it toward the tile behind your back to lessen chill. You loved his thoughtfulness. When your back hit the warmed wall, he braced one hand beside your head, the other sliding down between your thighs, and you gasped into his mouth as his fingers found you already wet and wanting.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his forehead pressing to yours. “You’re always so ready for me.”
You moaned as two fingers slid through your folds, teasing, spreading you open before he slowly pushed one inside. His metal hand stayed firm on your waist, anchoring you as his other hand worked you open with slow, deliberate care. He knew exactly where to touch you, and when he curled his finger just right, brushing against that sensitive spot deep inside, your legs nearly gave out beneath you.
“There it is,” he said softly, watching your reaction with a flicker of awe behind the heat in his eyes. “That’s what I was looking for.”
Your head dropped back against the tile, a moan spilling from your lips as his second finger joined the first, pumping in slow, purposeful thrusts. He hit that spot again, and again, and you cried out, your body already starting to tremble, slick and open around him.
“Please, Bucky,” you whispered, not sure if you were begging him to keep going or take more.
He kissed you again, then pulled back just enough to whisper, “I’ve got you, baby. I’ll give you everything.”
His hands slid down, gripping the back of your thigh before lifting one leg with practiced ease. You gasped as your foot left the tile, your balance shifting, arms wrapping tighter around his neck as he guided you up onto the very tips of your other toes.
“Hold onto me,” he growled, barely more than breath. “Just like that.”
The second he sank into you, your head dropped back against the wall with a cry that got swallowed in the hiss of water and the wet, desperate slap of skin on skin. His name spilled from your lips, helpless and broken, and he grunted in return, eyes locked on yours like he was watching something sacred unravel right in front of him.
It wasn’t rough, but it was deep and relentless, the kind of rhythm born from too many days apart. His metal hand braced your lifted leg against his side, fingers tight around your thick thigh as your body clung to him, slick and shaking.
“You feel so good,” he groaned, forehead pressing to yours. “So fucking good, baby…”
The sound you made was somewhere between a sob and a moan, your body tight and trembling as his cock dragged against everything inside you that made you come undone. Your heel pressed against his ass as he kept you pinned between his chest and the wall, every thrust hitting deeper, harder to breathe through, harder to think through.
Your orgasm came hard and fast, stealing the strength from your arms as you cried his name against his mouth. Your leg shook in his grip, and you felt his rhythm stutter when your walls clamped down around him.
He cursed, low and guttural, and thrust once, twice more before burying himself as deep as he could go, his entire body shuddering as he spilled inside you with a groan that sounded like surrender. He held you through it, breath ragged, arms shaking as the tension finally melted from his frame.
The only sound left was the water still pouring over you both and the uneven breath between slow, wet, open-mouthed kisses.
He didn’t let your leg drop right away. He just held you against the wall, one hand still cupping your thigh, the other smoothing down your side as he pressed soft kisses to your cheek, your jaw, the corner of your mouth.
“I missed you like this,” he whispered, his breath trembling slightly. “So much.”
“It’s good to have you home, baby” you murmured back.
Kakashi using his shadow clone to eat her ass while his clone eats the pussy. Please write something
He had you gripped by your hair pulling your head up so that he could see your faces in the mirror while he fucked you on all fours.
"Spread for me" he said as soon as you were on your knees. "Offer me your ass."
You took your asscheeks in your hands and spread them so that he could take a better look at what he was about to fuck and to make him some space. You were dripping wet, ready for his dick to slide deep deep inside you. Your walls felt the strech if him entering slowly. He was big. He was thick and he was large. And nothing compared to the feeling of being filled by him again and again and again.
"Show me baby" he said thrusting in harder, "let me see on your face how much you like to be my bitch"
you could see his perfectly sculpted upper body positioned behind you in the mirrror, his arms and abs working to keep you in place to penetrate you.
You rolled your eyes and stick out your tongue. you were his bitch and you wanted him in every part of your body.
"I want to eat you" you barely managed to say between your moans.
"Anything my princess wants"
He slid out of you and turned you around to lie your back on the bed. You looked so pretty like that, spread open wide, of both pairs of lips ready to take him in wherever he wanted to. You smelled so good he began feeling thirsty.
"close your eyes princes, I have a surprise for you"
You did as told. Waiting for the taste of him. But your pussy missed him. Your folds started feeling cold.
The cold went away when he pressed his tongue on your clit and started eating like he was starving. The pleasure sent you to heaven but his dick sliding down your throat choked your moan, so you opened your eyes to find that the tongue on your lower lips was another Kakashi.
"Let's play a game, princess" He was deep throating you. Tears started running down your cheeks.
He pulled his dick out of your mouth and asked you to close your eyes again.
"You'll have to guess which one's the real me"
Kakashi covered your eyes with a hitai-ate and made sure you could see nothing at all.
You were back on all fours again at the edge of the bed. One mouth eating your pussy, the other one eating your ass.
Hands roamed all over your body, Spanking your ass, squeezing your tits, holding you in place. You were so overstimulated you could hardly breathe or think or pay attention.
You were going to lose this little game, gladly.
"Relax your ass baby, i can barely get in" you could feel his tongue trying to find a way.
A hand ran up your pussy bringing your juices up to your ass while the other mouth sucked so hard you were certain he was trying to dry you out.
"leave somthing for me, greedy"
You were dripping so bad you knew there was plenty for all of them.
"So have you guessed which one is me, princess?"
Nope. No, you had no freaking idea, there could be five of him for all you cared, maybe you wished there was five of him.
"How many clones are there?" you asked, cause there were a lot of hands on you.
He chuckled and removed the hitai-ate from your eyes.
Kakashi was standing right in front of you, dick in his hands, hard as a rock, naked. Beneath you, another Kakashi lying on his back, his dick almost at the level of your face also hard as a rock, his mouth on your pussy. And behind you another Kakashi you could barely see but you knew he was eating your ass.
You opened your mouth hungry for that hard dick Kakashi was masturbating in front of you, but it was a bit too far and you were starving so you turned to the one beneath to 69 him but before you could put it in your mouth, Kakashis hands pulled your hair to stopp you.
"No, no, princess, nobody said you could eat." in a split of a second the Kakashi that was standing in front of you positioned himself much closer, his dick at the height of your face, kneeling on the bed over the Kakashi beneath you.
"Please!!" you moaned tearing. you were close, so so close and Kakashi kew it. "Please I'm cumming!!"
He was close too.
He pulled your hair harder to make you look up at him, "Who do you belong to?"
"YOU!!" You were practically there, your walls were clenching and your moans louder. "THE OTHER. two are. CLONES. PLEASE!!""
Kakashi smiled wickedly and slid his dick in your mouth. He thrusted in one... two.. three times and you came. He wached you wrecked between the three of him with such pleasure he came to. All of his cum, warm and acid in your pretty pretty mouth. All of it, and it was a lot. Enough to fill your womb. Too bad it was not your womb, it might have taken...
"Swallow!" he commanded. and you obeyed, "That's my girl,"
The two other clones had vanished the instant Kakashi spilled his seed in your mouth.
You looked so beautiful still on your fours trying to recover your breath.
"That's my pretty little bitch."
"What did i win?" somehow you managed to say.
"First tell me how did you know it was me?"
"You've always liked to touch yourself while watching"
"Mmmhh i guess i made it pretty obvious then."
"So what's my reward?" you insisted.
"Let me see that pussy"
You turned around and spread again. "That's a very wet worned out pussy" he said with a smile.
"And it's waiting for its price" you answered pulling him to kiss him.
