#smut time

[beekneelsformommy]

Currently writing smut, I shall be back

[adyearningsincebc]

I want you

-🧃

Im gonna slide my dick into you while my teeth scrape against your Adam's apple, making sure to give you just barely not enough time to get used to my size before I push more in until I'm completely buried in you. Then I'm gonna sink my teeth into your neck as I start to thrust up into you while also wrapping my arms around you so you don't squirm away. And the whole time I'm gonna be whispering in your ear and making your brain go fuzzy with praise and compliments and sweet nothings. And at the end I'm gonna pull all the way ouy and then slam myself into you as deep as I fucking can as I cum.

So basically, I want you too, baby.

[emlovesniallhoran]

oh… oh okay i’m writing RIGHT NOW OKAY NIALL I SEE YOU GOD HES HOT-

[lixiesbrowniess]

69 with Ao’nung

i love that man

HELL YEAH anything for my Ao'nung girlies

Headcanon: trying 69 with Ao'nung

Ao'nung x Metkayina!Fem!Reader

Word count: 775

Warnings: nsfw, oral sex both giving and receiving, choking, aged up characters 18+, sex, face sitting, cussing, squirting, kinda short

Aged up to 23

Na'vi vocabulary: Yawne: beloved

Follow the don't like don't read rule please - minors DNI

✧｀He would be hesitant about it he doesn't want you to choke, you two never done it and you would be the one asking to try it. You'll have to work on your persuasivity because it'll be hard to convince this fish lips boy.

✧｀“That would be fun” you exclaimed tugging onto his bicep. “C'mon why don't we try it” you said eagerly. “Fun, my sweet pearl, doesn't mean safe” he stated trying to stop his gaze from roaming all over your half naked body.

✧｀He's secretly turned on by your suggestion, but he's softer than he's letting on. You'll have to work hard to slowly having him letting out his perverse side. Let's be clear, he is a pervert, but he'll find it difficult if your safety is involved.

✧｀“Ugh fine” sighed in exasperation. You jumped in excitement like a child. It really didn't look like you guys were talking about something sexual. “Let's go home then c'mon” you tugged at his wrist pulling him towards your marui.

✧｀Once you convinced him be sure he'll be as gentle and as slow as he can. He's so scared tu hurt you he can't just let it happen. Of course you guys had a safe word and he alway made sure you used it when it was too much. You've only used it once since you created it, when he was in heat. He had a hard time trying to hold back.

✧｀“Remember your safe word right?” he asked you as he held you by your thighs. He was leaning his back on the wooden mat and he had your ass facing him as you were lowering you face to his clothed dick. “Of course i do. Don't worry yawne” you nibbling and kissing his stomach.

✧｀You started to stroke his hard and still clothed dick. You palmed him harshly causing him to hiss in pleasure. He then teared your loincloth off your soaking cunt, he used his fingers to separate your ass cheeks and his thums for your pussy lips.

✧｀Your tongue slowly fondled his navy blue tip and pressed onto his slit causing him to jolt “oh. You wanna play?” he teased digging his fingers into your thighs skin. “fine. Let's play.” with that his tongue darted out and slid inside your cunt. You moaned loudly, legs almost giving out as he thrusted his muscle into your cunt.

✧｀You leaned down plunging his cock all the way down your throat, making him moan sending vibrations in your insides. He bucked his hips up as you started bobbing your head at a steady pace. He was eating you out like you were his last meal. You pushed your hips back to his face wanting to feel his soft tongue deeper into your hole.

✧｀His hands wrapped around your waist as he pulled you down making you sit onto his face, you moaned around him sucking along his whole shaft. He plunged his tongue as deep as he could making you jolt as you felt it brush against your sweet-spot. He thrusted his muscle hitting that spot repeatedly.

✧｀He placed a hand onto your back and pushed you down, you felt his cock throbbing and growing harder as it slid deeper into your throat. You choked slightly as he kept bucking his hips into your face, grunting every time he felt his tip hit the back of your throat; you dig your nails into his thighs

✧｀You felt your orgasm approaching, you inadvertently squeezed your thighs around his face as you sucked at his cock harshly. You cried as he took your clit between his fingers playing with it, rolling an tugging it softly. Your legs convulsed as you felt the knot snap, you squirted all over his face.

✧｀He pulled away from your dripping cunt inhaling heavily. You adjusted your posture as you bobbed your head faster sucking him dry. He was a grunting and groaning mess as he felt you tongue swirl around his veiny cock. “I'm- close” he growled digging his fingers into you waist causing you to arch your back.

✧｀You went down until he was fully engulfed, his mouth fell open as you sucked hard sending him over the edge, he came instantly releasing his seed. You slowly let him slide out of your throat as a string of saliva connected your lips to his tip.

✧｀“That was actually fun to do” he muttered making you chuckle coughing softly “we better do it again” you said turning and straddling on top of him. “maybe...” he said jokingly, you hit his chest giggling as he hugged you causing you both to fall on the mat.

A/n: hope you liked it ;)

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[draculastarion]

Chapters: 11/12 Fandom: Kingdom Hearts (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Riku/Sora (Kingdom Hearts) Characters: Sora (Kingdom Hearts), Riku (Kingdom Hearts), Kairi (Kingdom Hearts), Mickey Mouse (Kingdom Hearts) Additional Tags: Bodyswap, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Fluff, Body Image, Riku Has Migraines, Sora has ADHD, Headaches & Migraines, Misunderstandings, Mystery, Quadratum (Kingdom Hearts), Post-Quadratum (Kingdom Hearts), Dreams, Dreams and Nightmares, Wet Dream, Anal Sex, Riding, Friends to Lovers, Post-Canon, Aged-Up Character(s), implied disordered eating, Forced Vomiting, mention of suicide, implied past suicidal thoughts, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Explicit Sexual Content, Anal Fingering, Sexual Content Summary:

“We’ve, uh,” he says, and his voice is Sora’s, but something about the way he speaks isn’t. “We’ve got a problem, Sora.”

Something about the way he says Sora’s name makes alarm bells ring in Sora’s head.

He finally looks down at himself, eyes bugging out of his head when he sees his own body—

“Holy shit,” he chokes, managing to drag his eyes away from the smooth, pale skin on display before he embarrasses himself. “Holy… Riku?”

Riku’s wry, lopsided smile looks strange on Sora’s face.

Sora wakes up in Riku's body—and vice versa.

[aajjks]

tc jungkook here baby, why don’t you sit down on the bed hm? she gently pushes him onto the bed, laying him on his back as she moves to straddle his hips. i’m so proud of you baby. she whispers kissing his neck. you made me so proud by agreeing with me kiss trusting yourself kiss but most importantly.. being the father to my son she bites his neck with a moan god you made me so wet watching you train again, fuck i’ve missed seeing you shirtless. she leans up and gently takes his wrists to her waist. slowly she rolls her hips on his, over their clothes. nothing on this earth turns me on more than seeing you be a father. she reaches up and slowly begins to untie her dress makes me want to make you a daddy all over again.. as her top falls slips off her chest to expose her breasts she leans over to breathe on his lips and i think that would be the perfect reward for you tonight..

“Oh my God… you are so fucking beautiful… so beautiful. I am so in love with you.”

He begins to feel your body up, his calloused hands rough yet rubbing softly against your skin, making goosebumps appear on your skin, he stares hungrily at your exposed breasts, feeling his mouth water, jungkook cant take it anymore so he lets out a loud groan as you move your hips right there on his groin. He attacks your mouth with his, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss.

“Mhmm” he moans, softly sucking on your tongue. You have driven him crazy, promising to give him a baby. He’s been wanting this for the longest time.

His hands greedily grab your breasts as he roughly squeezes them, growling as you both continue to kiss.

[vettelsdarling]

I’m so in love with Max Verstappen lol can u write a one shot but where he isn’t a driver and both the reader and max are just normal people? Can you also make it a smut >_<

𝑺𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝑫𝒐𝒘𝒏

➪Ask and you shall receive ;)

➪I chose to base this off an interaction I’ve had irl, that I thought was pretty writable lol (most is fiction!)

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: (Minors dni) smut, swearing

Word Count: 3.5k+

You were visiting The Netherlands for a couple of weeks because you had a job there. You were a talented journalist from Vogue, but only one of many other writers. To show your boss that you had more potential than she thought, you decided to do a revolutionary piece on Amsterdam. You decided, one night, that you wanted some wine whilst writing your intro. There was a small and modest liquor store close to your hotel, so you didn’t have to worry about public transportation. It was nearing the evening and the sun was starting to set, which meant you had to pick up the pace if you wanted to make it in time.

When you got to the store, you found that you were the only one there. There was no cashier or worker in sight, but the store was open. Browsing the different aged wines had you feeling like you had taken the high road. Old money style. You were in your own little world, taking pictures of the different bottles and even holding out a peace sign in front of one of them and snapping a picture. After a while, you noticed a song come on the speakers. It was something you recognized from your earlier years in college when you went out partying constantly. The song had been popular back then, and the nostalgia hit you like a freight train. You already had your phone out, and you knew it’d be impossible to sleep without knowing the name of the song, so you held up your phone to one of the speakers and turned on your Shazam app. It kept loading and failing and loading and failing.

“I see that you like the song,” a voice said. It was smooth and had a thick Dutch accent. A hint of a smirk was mixed into it as well. Upon retracting your arm and turning to face the voice, you found the shop clerk staring you down with what could’ve been the most jaw-dropping smirks of the century. He was a sight for sore eyes. That was for sure. You buried your face in your hands out of embarrassment, as he’d caught you trying to Shazam a song on the speakers.

“If you must know, that song is… Slow Down, by Chase Atlantic.” Trying to save face and not look like a cartoon character, you removed your hands from your face and politely thanked him.

“Thanks, I should get going now, though. I have a train to catch in the morning.” That was a lie. All you had to do the following morning was report to your boss about current developments.

“That’s a shame, I could’ve prepared a special tasting for a gorgeous lady like you.” An immediate blush spread across your face. The effect he had on you was obvious and it only fueled his ego and confidence.

“I suppose a tasting wouldn’t hurt.” You looked down at your wrist as if to check the time. The man kept looking at you with his mesmerizing eyes and deep gaze. You knew damn well it could’ve been your own delusions. That he may have tried to merely act friendly or treat the last customer of the night real nice. It was impossible to say for sure. You had been in one too many situations where you'd accidentally misread a situation.

“You look deep in thought, darling. Relax and come with me to the back. That’s where I keep the best wine.” You could hear your own thoughts screaming at you to do something. Darling? That was something you’d only ever read in romance books. Was he even real?

“So, what’s your name?” He asked as he browsed his gallery of fine wines. You hesitantly told him your name and saw his face light up with a tiny smirk,

“That’s a beautiful name. Mine’s Max. Max Verstappen.” You took a mental note of his name in case you weren’t going to get his number later in the evening.

“So what brings you to Amsterdam?” His genuine curiosity made him that much more attractive. You couldn’t tell whether to cry tears of joy or run away from such a foreign feeling of delight.

“I’m a journalist or writer. Whichever name suits the piece I work on. I’m just here to do a review of my time here. It’s supposed to act as a travel ad, I guess.” He nodded, smiled, and pulled out a bottle he fancied.

“Sounds like quite the job, do you enjoy it?” He poured you a glass and also a glass for himself. A whole glass? Here you thought it was going to be a simple tasting.

“Oh uhh, yeah, I’ve loved writing since I was young. I don’t think I’ll ever stop writing.” Reminiscing about your younger self showing off your short stories to your older siblings and family members had you smiling like a fool. Max, being observant, picked up on it and took a mental picture of your smile. He’d never seen anyone as radiant as you.

“How’d you get into the wine business, if I may ask?” You watched him contemplate for a brief moment, before eventually telling you about his family and his legacy.

“So, yeah, here I am taking over my father’s business. He does most night shifts, but he had some errands to run this evening… so you’re stuck with me.” Was the liquid courage already going to your head, or were you really just that bold? You decided to look him directly in the eyes as you told him,

“I’m glad I decided to come tonight of all nights, then.” Your head was swimming in some newfound confidence. Perhaps Max had rubbed it off on you.

“Sure you are,” he chuckled and poured himself another glass. You weren’t a lightweight, and he didn’t seem to be one either, so you asked him to pour you another glass as well.

“I should probably go after this round. I have to do something tomorrow morning.” You chugged the last of your wine and squeezed your eyes shut.

“Yeah, heard you before. You have to catch a train, huh?” You just nodded to not seem suspicious and began walking towards the exit.

Before you had the chance to though, Max grabbed your arm and turned you around. His face was etched with confusion, not even understanding his own actions. The two of you stood there for a short while before he slowly let go.

“Sorry, I- um. I don’t know why I did that.” Your teeth subconsciously tugged at your lower lip and you gulped before taking a leap of faith.

“Wanna see my place? It’s just a hotel room, but the view is wonderful,” you broke the unnerving silence. Max took every word in and ultimately responded with,

“No, I think you should see my place instead.” Your boldness was met with twice as much boldness coming from him. You found it hard to breathe, let alone think. He started turning the lights off in the shop and clearing a few bottles that had been on display.

“I’ll lock up and then we can go. I’m sure my view is better than yours in more than just one way.” His smirk as those words left his mouth was smooth. Not just smooth— it was unreal. You were desperate for more.

You waited for him to finish up and when the two of you finally got out, and you heard the clank of his keys— he made you lock your arms around his arm. With that, you enjoyed the night sky and the dimmed street lamps. You took in the fresh air; a stark contrast to the New York air you were so used to. Max mostly stayed quiet, but he’d quip a fun fact about his country here and there when walking past the few sculptures that adorned the streets of Amsterdam.

“I’m starting to think you don’t even live in Amsterdam. We’ve been walking for at least an hour now,” you chuckled. Just as if your words were magic, he stopped walking and motioned for you to look up. There you saw a gorgeous penthouse. You never would’ve thought he’d live so luxuriously.

“Wait, that’s your place?” Your eyes were wide open. A small grin crept up his face and he shook his head,

“No, I’m just kidding. My place isn’t that fancy. I’m barely able to pay rent. It’s a day-to-day thing.” His living situation was surprisingly similar to yours. Most apartments in New York were too expensive to rent out, so you lived in a modest, but cosy apartment with your personality plastered all over. The rent was cheap and you had excess money to spend on personal indulgences.

“Actually, me too. Some would say I live like a peasant,” you joked.

“Great, we’ll be poor together,” he finished. The two of you had a quick laugh about your financial situations before you finally arrived at his place. It was a bit bigger than your own and had 3 rooms total. He showed you around his small flat, starting with the kitchen which connected to the living room. Then he showed you the bathroom, which had a rich lavender scent. He explained that his sister frequently gave him different essential oils and thymes and air fresheners that she’d find whilst travelling. He never knew what else to do with them but make his bathroom smell like a fairytale garden. He was getting closer and closer to being the greenest of flags you’d ever encountered. He showed you to his office which was the smallest room in the entire apartment, fitting only him. There was a tiny space for him to squeeze through and get to his chair.

Then the time came to see his bedroom. The state of people’s houses was one thing, but a bedroom could tell you everything you’d need to know about a person’s personality. It was where they would spend most of their intimate moments. Max’s room was simple. Simple yet stunning. He had a few family portraits on his shelf and a bookshelf you could only dream of having. On a small drawer, he had a TV with a remote next to it. His bed was queen-sized and the pillows were almost bigger than the headboard. The sheets were pearl-white and silk. Just above the headboard was a painting. It was a copy of The Fallen Angel. You recognized it from the required fine arts classes you took in college. It was a gorgeous painting that made the mind go around in circles.

“Yeah, that painting was a gift from my father. It’s a little out of place here but I didn’t know what else to do with it.” Max scratched the back of his neck and leaned against the doorframe.

“I love your place. It’s certainly nicer than my own. I haven’t had much luck with decorating like you. I mostly just have cheap and simplistic stuff from IKEA, if I’m being honest.” You sighed and sat down on his bed. The duvet hugged your hips as your body weighed down on the bed. Max went to sit beside you and decided to let himself fall back. You followed suit.

“IKEA isn’t bad at all. I like simplicity. Who doesn’t?”

“I don’t know, I guess it isn’t really all that bad.” You could feel your heart rate increasing as you heard Max shuffle. It could only mean one thing; he’d turned his head to face you. Frozen. You were completely frozen. You wanted to do the same, but for whatever reason— you just couldn’t bring yourself to do so. Any courage you had earlier was gone. Nowhere to be found.

“You’re beautiful, you know?” That’s what made you turn. You saw the curious look in his eyes and the genuine tug on his lips. You weren’t one to have one-night stands or sleep around, but you felt a certain pull. A pull that you found hard to resist. Max was magnetic and your body wanted nothing more than to be glued to him.

After you didn’t say anything, he moved closer to you and moved a strand of hair out of your face. His touch sent shivers down your spine. You felt an electrical current run through your entire body, coupled with a warm feeling starting to pool in your lower abdomen. The silence only seemed to pull the two of you closer, but it was obvious Max had more guts than you.

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” you muttered. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to. You definitely did.

“Wait, you’re a virgin?”

“Oh, no no, nothing like that. I’ve just never really been into hooking up with strangers,” you explained. He almost laughed at that.

“We don’t need to be strangers, darling. This is just the beginning.” There was something about the way he said it, that had your mind running wild. At the same time, though, you didn’t want to come off as desperate. So you waited for him to strike his next move.

Luckily, good things come to those who wait. He leaned in for a kiss that moulded into a more heated one. With more and more time passing by, it only got wilder. He switched your positions so that he was on top. Your fingers were intertwined with his blonde strands of hair. There was nothing left to do but start pulling at his shirt. He took it as a sign to pull away and rid himself of the article of clothing. After he threw it into a corner, he took that opportunity to admire the sight below him. There you were; sprawled out beneath him with rosy cheeks and lips that were swollen from all the kissing. Your half-lidded eyes looked up at him and he couldn’t get enough.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he whispered loud enough for you to hear before he dove back down to then attack your neck. It didn’t take him long to find your sweet spot. Once he found it, the whimpers flooding from your mouth egged him on. He fiddled with the hem of your shirt and instead of pulling it over your head, he ripped it off you.

“Hey, my shirt!”

“You can have one of mine instead. I bet they suit you better than they do me,” he whispered in your ear. His breath was hot against your ear. You didn’t actually mind the ripped shirt. It was a Walmart shirt that you got from a buy 1 get 1 sale. You weren’t wearing lace, but you thanked your earlier self for deciding to wear matching underwear.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to completely discard all of your clothes. Max struggled with the clasp of your bra, which you took over and got off. In his eyes, everything was perfect. There’s no such thing as a perfect being; he knew that, but there you were. Beyond perfect. He relished in his victory.

“Can you do me a favour and be as loud as you can for me?” You saw the look on Max’s face and he slowly started kissing down your body. You felt each suck going further and further down. Dangerously close to your cunt. With each gasp you made, the Dutchman gave your hips a squeeze. It was as if getting you off was enough for him. You finally felt his tongue graze your slit and your hips bucked in appreciation. Better yet, he wasn’t a tease about it. He went straight into it, sucking and moving his tongue in ways that made you scream his name like a holy mantra. The walls of the apartment were thin. Perhaps you’d have to apologize to his neighbours the following morning.

He kept going and you started pulling his hair as you got closer and closer to your release. He sensed your need and you immediately felt everything intensifying. There was no way you’d be able to hold back. So you didn’t. With a final scream of his name, you reached your peak and surfed through it gently with his help. Coming down was smoother than the silk sheets you were breathing ever so heavily on.

“Where did you learn to do that?” You tried to catch your breath, but it was hard. So hard for so many reasons.

“If I’m being honest, that was my first time doing that. I was pretty nervous about it, but now I know how you like it.” Was he a god? A sex god? You watched as he moved back up to you, spitting in his hand and wrapping it around his dick. He was above average but certainly made up for it in girth. You started to wonder whether he’d fit or not, but before you could let your mind wander too far, you felt him slide his dick up and down your slit, lubricating himself with your essence. The way he’d graze your clit with the head was to die for. You already knew you were going to be in for a ride.

“You’re sure about this?” He asks to be sure. If there was one thing you appreciated more than anything— it was asking for consent.

“I am. I’m on the pill as well. You can go on,” you said and bucked your hips, to feel just a little more pressure. There was no need for that, however, because as soon as those words left your mouth; he went for it.

You felt him enter slowly and carefully, letting you adjust to his size along the way. He stretched you out like you’d break in a new shoe. When he finally reached the end and couldn’t push any more in, he waited for you to tell him to move. A true gentleman. When you nodded, he almost pulled all the way out, before slamming into you again. You couldn’t help but choke out his name, accidentally leaving a scratch on his shoulder. In response, he attacked your neck. His movements were swift and steady. Your legs were wrapped tightly around him, as he held your hips with his smooth hands. Your hands were now in his hair, pulling and scratching. Your pants synced with his and the room was filled with the sound of skin slapping against each other.

As much as you loved the current position, you wanted more. No, you needed more. He noticed it and pulled out. In that brief moment, you felt emptier than ever. You proceeded to climb on top of him, shoving him back inside you. This time, he was able to reach much deeper. The position was so erotic. He was able to watch as your breasts bounced and your eyes rolled back. It was heaven on earth for him.

“Fuck, you’re absolutely out of this world,” he panted and squeezed your hips, guiding you up and down his veiny dick. Your hands rested on his shoulder and you lowered your head to pull Max into a kiss, connecting a string of saliva as you pulled away. When you felt him thrust up into you in a rather sloppy manner, you knew he was close; and so were you. Your movements became more erratic and desperate.

“Do it, finish all over my dick, darling,” he groaned and continued helping you with your release as well as his. You bounced a few more times before slamming down one last time. Hard. You felt yourself tip over the edge, spilling all of your juices on Max’s abdomen. At the same time, you felt him shoot his own load into you, filling you with a certain delight.

The two of you sat there for a little before you got off him and found a place next to him. He wrapped an arm around your waist and had your head on his shoulder. You felt his heartbeat starting to slow down after coming down from the incredible high.

“That’s what that’s supposed to feel like,” you sighed, which was followed by a chuckle from the both of you.

“You lied about the train tomorrow morning, didn't you?” You could tell he was smirking by the tone of his voice.

“I may have.”

“You should cancel the remaining days at your hotel and come live here. I don’t want us to be strangers,” said Max.

“Sure, why not?” You snuggled into his nape and closed your eyes.

“Hey, don’t fall asleep. Let’s get you all cleaned up first.” You realized that Max was no stranger at all. You had a feeling that he’d stick around for a long long time. At least you wanted him to, and it seemed like he wanted that too.

“Okay, stranger.” You got up and saw the smile on his face. He was cuter than you initially thought.

“Perhaps I could take this stranger out on a date tomorrow? I know of a great coffee shop nearby,” Max suggested and got up as well. You nodded and smiled, the two of you both leaving for the lavender-scented bathroom.

𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻...

𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚!

𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

©vettelsdarling

𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗽𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘆, 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲, 𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺— 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻.

[rafebarrysmut]

Rafe is too impatient – and needy

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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Barry

Summary: Rafe doesn’t like foreplay. That’s why Barry enjoys it so much.

Warning: minors dni. rafebarry smut. Dom!Barry x sub!Rafe. mean!Barry x needy!Rafe. rimming. anal. very explicit. no plot at all. 1.6k of pure SMUT.

I promise to write something with a plot soon.

“Can you like hurry?”

Barry tilted his head at Rafe’s words and looked at the bottle of lube in his hand, which Rafe had just placed there. He looked up from the bottle to the blond, lying on his back on Barry’s bed, legs kicking in the air, as he struggled to get out of his pants in a hurry.

“Somewhere you gotta be, country club?”

Rafe sat up, looking at Barry who still stood motionless in front of the bed, bottle in hand.

“No, I just been waiting all day for this. And I just wanna do it.” Rafe pulled his polo shirt over his head.

“Do it, huh?” Barry grinned at Rafe’s choice of words. For someone who’d been fucked in all the filthy ways Rafe had been fucked by Barry these past weeks, Rafe could be remarkably shy when it came to describing his needs.

“Yeah, just do me already,” Rafe added with a cocky grin, as he moved to the edge of the bed and reached for Barry’s belt buckle.

Rafe didn’t even manage to open it, when he found himself lying on his back, both his hands pinned above his head. He exhaled a surprised chuckle as he gazed up at Barry, who was on top of him, pressing him into the mattress with his body’s weight.

The blond bit his bottom lip, as he wrapped his naked legs around Barry’s still fully clothed hip. Rocking teasingly against him, he made Barry feel how hard he was for him – and how needy.

Barry couldn’t help but grin before he claimed his filthy boy’s lips in a greedy kiss.

Rafe’s mouth opened at once, inviting Barry’s tongue in. Those long legs opened wider too. And Barry knew Rafe wouldn’t mind if he just went in raw. – God! The damn little fuck started squirming beneath him, rubbing effectively against Barry’s cock, which was pressing hard against the fabric of his suddenly way too tight pants.

Barry pulled away, exhaling.

“Patience, pretty boy.”

“Fuck patience,” Rafe tried to wriggle his hands free from Barry’s grip, who just tightened it, which made Rafe frown. And the blond’s pouty lips tried to reach Barry’s who pulled his head back further.

“Nah-ah,” he shook his head and a devious grin appeared on his lips. He licked them, while Rafe was clenching his jaws and struggling now in earnest to break free.

“You want me to tie you up or you do as I say, babyboy?”

Rafe huffed and clenched his jaws even more, but he stopped fighting.

“Fine,” he mumbled, shooting Barry a very very angry glance.

“Good boy.” Placing a small peck on those sulking lips, Barry let go and got up.

“What –?”

Rafe was about to protest, when Barry interrupted him in a commanding tone that allowed no objection.

“Turn around. On your knees. Ass up.”

And Rafe didn’t hesitate a second to obey this command. He kneeled at the edge of the bed, his fine round ass pointing at Barry. Resting on his forearms, he turned his head back towards Barry, those clear blue eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Barry’s palm lightly pressed on Rafe’s lower back, reminding him to arch his back.

“Eyes front,” Barry commanded and Rafe obeyed and turned his head towards the wall.

And then Barry just stood there and looked at that beautiful naked boy, all eager to please – and so ready to be taken.

His hand stroke over the round butt cheek, grabbing that firm flesh – causing Rafe to moan in anticipation. The hand moved down, now softly caressing Rafe’s inner thigh – and he felt how the boy shivered under his touch.

He parted those legs further and he could see, how Rafe’s whole body tensed up. His head was hanging upside down, eyes closed, and he panted.

Barry knew what his boy was expecting and preparing himself for, trying to calm his breathing to loosen up – which he actually never managed, the boy was always too tensed up, too damn tight. It didn’t matter how well Rafe mentally prepared for the pain to come, he was always overwhelmed by it – and Barry loved it that way.

Only now, Rafe didn’t feel that familiar pain of being stretched. He felt something completely different, which made him gasp and turn his head in surprise, only to meet Barry’s eyes for a second, before the dark-haired man moved his face again to those delicious butt cheeks, which he covered in sloppy kisses. His lips caressed the soft, sensitive skin, which his stubble scratched. His tongue found its way between those firm cheeks, which he spread with his hands, fingers digging into the delicate flesh.

Rafe gasped, then moaned, then whimpered, when Barry’s tongue again and again ran over that most sensitive muscle, pressing flat against it or teasing it with its tip.

Rafe mumbled something unintelligible as he pressed his face into the mattress.

“What you say?” Barry teased. “You want me to stop? Hm?” He blew on the wet skin, making the muscle twitch.

“Hnn,” Rafe tried to mutter his protests, but he was already too far gone with need.

Barry chuckled.

“Hm? Stop you say?” The grin could be heard in his voice.

Rafe made a more urgent sound of protest, but before he could say anything, Barry’s lips claimed his tight entrance, kissing it as he’d kissed his lips before, greedily, possessively. His tongue pushing inside. And all Rafe could do was moan and shake as he was tongue-fucked in every sense of the word.

Barry’s hands were on Rafe’s hips and he had to use his strength to keep the boy in position as he was constantly on the brink of slipping away. Those legs shaking. That whole body being overwhelmed by this new sensation.

And Barry enjoyed it. He enjoyed how his beautiful boy quickly turned into a complete mess for him. How he shivered with need and whined and whimpered because it was already all too much.

His teeth gently nibbled and Rafe let out a muffled scream. His tongue licked over the tender skin and Rafe replied with a lustful moan. He kissed and sucked and fucked that twitching hole, driving Rafe absolutely crazy.

And the needy boy couldn’t take it anymore. His hand reached for his own throbbing cock, but Barry – knowing his babyboy all too well – had expected as much and stopped him at once, grabbing him by the wrist, twisting his arm behind his back, he was now leaning over Rafe, who was resting just on one arm and who was whining now.

“Cry as much as you like, baby. You know the rule. You’re only allowed to cum with my cock inside you.” Barry’s lips were close to Rafe’s ear, whose face was still buried in the sheets. And as he leaned over him, Barry’s hard cock pressed against Rafe’s ass. Still separated by too many layers of clothes.

“You understand?” Barry’s voice was loud and clear and charged with power – and lust.

Rafe’s answer was a whimper and a nod of his head – as much as that was possible with his face pressed into the mattress.

While his one hand still held Rafe’s arm in that firm grip behind his back, Barry’s other hand gently brushed away a few strands of hair at the side of Rafe’s face.

“What do you want, baby?” He whispered into Rafe’s ear, his lips touching the ear. “Tell me what you want, baby,” he cooed.

He slowly moved his head back a bit, caressing Rafe’s cheek as the boy turned his head to look at him with wide teary eyes.

Rafe wetted his lips, and they remained open a moment before he finally managed to speak.

“I want you to fuck me,” he said, softly, but clearly audible.

Those words and the way Rafe looked at him when saying them, when begging him, made it impossible for Barry to restrain himself any longer.

He grabbed Rafe’s chin to bruise those lips with a hungry kiss. Letting go off Rafe’s arm, he quickly pulled down his pants, just enough to free his aching erection.

He stood up and positioned himself behind his pretty boy.

Grabbing him by the hips again, he pushed in with one hard long thrust, feeling those delicate walls stretching around him by force. He gasped for air as he felt this incomparable softness – God, Rafe felt like silk on the inside. Or what’s softer and more expensive than silk?

And he was so tight, so fucking tight. Barry groaned and pushed harder against that involuntary resistance.

And Rafe had thrown his head back, as if he was offering his hair for Barry to grab it, which he did and pulled at as he fucked him relentlessly.

Rafe’s screams resonated through the trailer. Screams that alternated with whimpers. Rafe was very vocal, while Barry just occasionally grunted and panted.

“Fuck!” he groaned, when he felt Rafe’s walls clenching around him so tight like he might crush his cock inside him.

Rafe’s climax had been building up quickly and he came with Barry’s name on his lips, erupting so violently that Barry was able to take part in this moment of absolute bliss. He stopped his movements to enjoy what he was doing to his boy.

Panting heavily, Rafe collapsed facedown onto the bed. Well, he would have collapsed if Barry wasn’t still holding his ass up.

Rafe was shaking in his aftermath, his legs trembling, sweat covering his beautiful body, hexwas panting heavily.

He slowly turned his head, cheek resting on the bed, looking up to meet Barry’s eyes. That pretty face glowing, tears glistening in his eyes, pupils dilated, lips parted and swollen. Then he bit them.

And Barry felt how that muscle clenched around his hard cock.

Barry groaned.

“Don’t you think you can rest now. I’m just getting started, country club...”