#straightsmut

[valeskalikespickles]

SEX POLLEN

request by anon

word count: 941

summary: Eddie and reader were locked in a room with a scientist who died from a major heart attack. When reader knocks over a jar of sex pollen she and Eddie can't hold back anymore.

DISCLAIMER: I don't usually write smut.. so i'm terribly sorry if this is bad. I did enjoy writing this though, it was a fun experiment. Whoever requested it thank you!

Gender: FEMALE

Eddie Diaz X fem! reader

Warnings: SMUT MDNI

So being locked in a room with Eddie after being exposed to sex pollen was not on my 2024 bingo card. 

We were helping this scientist who had a major heart attack, I turned around too fast and knocked over a small jar. Eddie yelled at me but how the hell was I supposed to know it would just make us horny as shit? The victim died, we were doing cpr for about 25 minutes and Eddie ripped me off of the guy after saying he was gone. I never do well when we lose someone. Kind of makes me feel like I failed at my job. When I tried to kick out of his arms, that's when I knocked the jar over. We went to leave and found that it was completely locked down. Dude had like 6 million different security measures and the team was working to get them down. We put him under a sheet and slid him into a different room so we wouldn't have to stare at a dead body for God knows how long.

About twenty minutes after I knocked it over I rolled my head back, I could definitely feel the effects. I was trying not to pay attention to it, the burning sensation in my core but to be honest it was getting harder and harder. My cunt had never been this soaked, looking over and seeing Eddie with his head thrown back as he also tried to fight it didn’t help. My hand reached down, slipping into my pants and into my panties.. Slowly working around my clit. Eddie was staring now, looking at me with a look I’d never seen on his face before. “May I?” He made his way over to me and I nodded, he slid his hand into my pants and let out a quiet groan. 

“Shit you’re so wet.” He whispered, I reached over and palmed at his bulge. “What if they find us too soon?” I moaned out quietly as he stuck a finger into me as I jolted backwards. “I don’t even care.” He whispered, kissing my neck slowly. 

“You- You're supposed to be mad at me for this.” I stammered, hands finding their way into his dark hair. He shook his head against the crook of my neck. “I can’t be mad when the only thing I’m thinking about is fucking you senseless.” 

He removed his hand and I let out a small whine. “Hold on, sweetheart. I’m just getting you more comfortable.” He slid my pants off along with my panties. He grabbed me by the waist, picking me up from the ground and sitting me on the counter, positioning himself in between my legs and throwing each one of my legs over his shoulders. He slowly licked the slick off of my cunt, looking up at me as he did so. 

“Look at me, amor..” He whispered, the vibrations of his voice sending a shiver down my spine. I looked down at him, I swear I could’ve came right fucking there. His eyes were brown but they were always the prettiest eyes I’d ever seen. 

He held eye contact with me, licking and sucking at my clit. I closed my eyes for a moment and he stopped, “Fuck.” I whispered, looking back down at him. “Keep looking at me, I wanna see those pretty eyes when you cum.” He spoke softly, his voice rugged. I nodded weakly, looking into his eyes as he continued to suck on my clit. He slid his tongue into me and I yelped, “E-eddie.” I whispered, grinding against his face. Before I knew it I was sweating and I was pushed to my max. My back arched and my mouth flew open, a loud moan leaving my mouth as he continued to tongue fuck me while I rode out my high. I pushed his head back with a shaky breath. He looked up at me, his mustache soaked with my slick.

He stood up and immediately started kissing me, making me taste me on his mouth. I moaned against him as he slid his belt off with ease, he took his cock out and pumped it a few times. “What do you need?” I whispered, taking his cock in my hand. “Your mouth or to be inside of you.. I don’t even care.” I could’ve sworn he whimpered a little bit. “How about both?” I lowered down to my knees, “Just this first because I need to taste you.” I licked the head of his cock, his head lolling back and I stopped. 

“If I had to look at you, you have to look at me.” I licked at the large vein in his dick, him whimpering again and nodding as he maintained eye contact with me. His eyes were enough to make a girl weak in the knees.. If I wasn’t already. I took as much as I could of him into my mouth as possible, bobbing my head as his large hand entangled into my hair. 

At some point, he was a moaning mess, “I’m gonna cum.. Please.” 

I gave him a look of ‘do it’ and he did, his cum shooting into my throat in warm ropes. He decided he wanted to fuck the shit out of my on the counter, which I let him do but shit he was so pretty when he came. 

Eventually we finished and got dressed, I walked over to him and kissed him slowly. “We should do that again sometime.” I laughed and he rolled his eyes. “Let me take you out on a date first.”

[stylinpussy-xo]

Makin' Love Like Gorillas (Dan Howell smut)

This is based on the request about the Dan smut based on Bruno Mar's song Gorilla. If you haven't heard it then, go listen so some of this will make sense. I hope you like it! (:

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  My boyfriend of one year, Dan Howell, stumbled into our apartment—drunk, to no surprise of my own. Whenever he went out to the bars with his friend, Phil that always tended to happen. Can’t say that I was upset about it though; Dan was actually adorable when he was drunk. I smiled to myself as I waited for him to come staggering into the living room. I did like one thing about when Dan was drunk: He was always super horny.

“Baaaabe.” Dan slurred, finally appearing the doorway of the living room.

“Hi, babe.” I laughed softly, getting up and standing in front of him. “Seems like you had fun, didn’t you?”

“Oh, yeah.” He chuckled drunkenly, one of his dimples appearing on his cheek. “But I couldn’t stop thinking about the fun we could have once I got back here.” He smirked, moving over and grabbing my hips, switching our places so he could pin me to the wall next to the doorway.

I bit my lip as he crushed me gently to the wall, his breath trickling down my neck. “Dan…”

He chuckled, placing small kisses to my neck. “I love you, (y/n), you know that? I’m gonna fuck you so good.”

“Do your best.” I smirked.

Dan pressed his groin into my hips, causing us both to groan softly. He could be rough with sex when he’s drunk; I’ve experienced quite a few times and it got better each time. “You want me don’t you? This excites you.” He observed. It wasn’t like he had to be a genius to figure that one out.

Without giving me the change to respond, he picked me up and tossed me onto the couch. My pajama shorts were ripped off my lower half quickly, being thrown to the floor alone with my panties.

“So, fucking wet and I’ve barely even started.” Dan noted, his lips grazing my inner thighs before placing a kiss to my pussy. I moaned softly, needing more. He crawled up my body and pulled off my shirt, leaving me in only my bra. Dan was so assertive when he was horny and drunk. It was always such a huge turn on. “Want me?” He demanded an answer. When I didn’t respond quick enough he slammed two fingers into my pussy.

I let out a long, loud moan. “Dan!” I screamed, my legs already shaking.

He smirked and continued pounding his fingers into my pussy, curl his fingers up to hit my g spot every time.

“Shit!”

My orgasm was approaching and I could feel it. It was going to be intense. He seemed to know when I was just about to cum because he pulled his fingers out of me, standing completely up. I glared at him.

“Why’d you stop, you twat?!” I asked Dan in frustration.

Dan laughed evilly, his drunkenness seeming to dull off a bit. This was when it would get interesting. “Get on your knees. Now.” He demanded.

I sat up and face the back of the couch, hearing the sound of his pants being unzipped. I tensed, anticipation building up. I wanted this. I needed this. My core ached for him. I turned my head, seeing Dan come up behind me. He brushed the tip of his dick on my entrance before rubbing it against my clit. I moaned softly, pushing my hips back to meet his, hoping that it would make him get on with it.

“Want it, (y/n)?” He teased, pushing only the head of his length into me. “Tell me how bad you want it, baby.”

I groaned. “Fuck, Dan, stop teasing.”

“Tell me, baby. You won’t get it unless you tell me how bad you want it.” He continued to tease, knowing he was pushing me to my limit of patience.

“Give it to me, baby!” I half moaned, half whined. “Give it to me, you mother fucker!”

In a split second, he slammed hard into me, making me whimper and whine as I held a tight grip onto the back on the couch. I almost had to bite onto the pillow it felt so good. Dan pounded into me slowly at first until he started to quicken his pace.

“Dan, fuck, baby.”

“(Y/N), you’re so tight. Oh my god.” Dan moaned into my ear, his arm wrapping around my waist and tightening. His cock gave me more pleasure than any other time we fucked. “Shit.” I moaned loudly as I dug my nails into his arm, causing him to moan into my ear again. I loved the sound of his moaning. “Tell me when you’re close, baby.”

I moaned again, nodding very slightly. He reached my g spot multiple times as his pace became more of a rhythm. “Babe!” I screamed. “I’m close!”

Just when I was about to cum, Dan again pulled out of me, leaving me to be extremely pissed and just wanting to finally have my release. “Ride me.” Dan smirked, making stand up so he could lay flat on his back on the couch.

I straddled his waist then, his hands immediately going to my hips. I moaned softly at my sensitivity. Whenever I was extremely close to release, my sensitivity went into overdrive. I pushed down onto him, moaning loudly and slamming a hand down onto his chest, making us both moan again. He removed his hands from my hips as I bounced up and down quickly on his dick. His hands found my boobs as he finally removed my bra, his hands massaging, squeezing, and pinching.

My head rolled back as I moaned. “Dan! I’m so close.”

“Let it go, baby.” Dan said through his own series of moans.

I slowly the rocking of my hips, trying to make his length hit in areas that would send me over the edge. My orgasm began to wash over me- my most powerful orgasm yet. I pounding on his chest as he started thrusting up into me to make my orgasm last as long as possible.

“Dan, Dan! Shit!” I cried out, jerking forward as my head landed on his chest.

Dan continued to thrust up into me until he came hard, releasing all of his juices into me. “Shit, (Y/N). Fuck.” He breathed out, groaning. “I love you.”

I took a deep breath as he pulled out of me. “I love you too.” I replied, out of breath.

Dan laughed softly, stroking my hair gently until I fell asleep.

[stylinpussy-xo]

Christmas Dinner (Zayn Malik Smut)

  Christmas Dinner (Zayn)

              Since Zayn and I had gotten engaged, we agreed that he would come with me back home for Christmas because it had been a while since I had seen them. Plus, my mom loved him to death, so she invited him. Then, for New Year’s we would go visit his family. My family adored Zayn; but that wasn’t much of a surprise. Everyone whom he came in contact with loved him. The only thing frustrating for us though, was my mother’s belief of no sex before marriage. And well…let’s just say we’ve already broken that. But because of her beliefs, Zayn was made to stay in the guest room to ensure that I was keeping my morals intact.

            This was now our third day here and it was Christmas Eve, which was the night my family had dinner. By this point, Zayn and I were both sexually deprived and horny, needing each other because, needless to say, we normally had sex every night. I didn’t know how much longer we were going to last.

            We all sat at the table in the middle of dinner. While the others were eating, Zayn was sat beside me, having already finished. I wasn’t anywhere near done, but Zayn had other plans. I felt his hand under the table, starting to slide up my skirt. I almost jumped, but had to remind myself that my family was sitting here. The chills that ran up my spine were not helping, making it difficult to act normal.

            Zayn’s hand inched toward my inner thigh, my legs willingly separating for him. I focused in on my mom’s conversation now, trying to seem genuinely interested as Zayn continued, pushing my panties to one side with one finger and placing a second finger onto my clit. I slightly jumped, but not too much to draw any attention to what was going on under the table. He circled his finger around my clit a few times. I couldn’t bring myself to look at his face because I knew I would see a smirk plastered all over his face. I bit my lip softly, feeling Zayn’s finger starting to slip into my pussy, causing my breath to hitch.

            Mom gave me an odd look, considering I had gasped rather noticeably. “Are you okay, sweetie?”

            “O-oh, yeah.” I stammered. “I-I just gotta pee.”

            Zayn chuckled from beside me and removed his hand from my pussy. “My lovely, polite fiancé.”

            He was totally going to pay for that. I stood from my chair and went quickly upstairs to the bathroom, knowing that not too soon after, Zayn would be joining me. Just as I had thought, there was a knock on the closed bathroom door. I opened it, to have Zayn walk in and close it behind him quietly.

            “It’s been too long, [y/n].” Zayn whispered, switching me positions to press my back against the bathroom door. “Two days is too long.”

            I nodded, about to reply before being interrupted with Zayn’s rough kiss. We were both desperate. Needing release. Before he could even take control, I immediately began unbuttoning his jeans. “Thought you could do that to me at the table?” I said, filled with want and lust. It coursed through my veins as I knelt down, tugging down his jeans and boxers at once.

            Zayn grunted, his dick twitching just a little bit. “I need your tight pussy now, [y/n].”

            “Well, too bad.” I smirked, licking the head of his dick, then taking him in my mouth all at once before he could protest.

            I earned a low groaned, his hands almost instantly finding my hair to pull on it. He bucked his hips, causing his dick to hit the back of my throat. He let out a soft moan, thrusting into my mouth now.

            “[y/n], please.” Zayn panted. “Your pussy.”

            I sucked on his dick harshly before pulling off of it with a pop sound. “You might have gotten it if you weren’t so damn impatient.”

            He moaned softly. He loved when I was in control. He loved when I became dominate. “God, baby.”

            Wrapping my hand around his cock, I started pumping, slowly at first before pumping fast. Zayn threw his head back in pure pleasure, his eyes squeezed shut tightly.

            “B-baby.” He moaned. “I’m close.”

            Once I felt his cock throbbing in my hand, I smirked, my plan working perfectly. Right before he could cum, I let go of his dick and stood up.

            “Babe..” Zayn said, completely speechless. “You’re not just gonna-“

            I only smirked and opened the bathroom door, walking right out and back downstairs to Christmas dinner.

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It kind of sucks but yeah.

[stylinpussy-xo]

Two Can Play That Game (Jealous Michael)

                    Two Can Play That Game (Jealous Michael)

              He tried so hard. Michael tried to hold in his burning, raging jealousy as he watched her flirt with Ashton. Michael looked at them secretly, attempting to focus on his guitar. Did she not realize what this did to him? Did he not apologize enough for the mistake he made the other night? Did she enjoy torturing him like this? His eyes narrowed when he saw the way she placed her hand on Ashton’s shoulder, seeming to intently admire the way he played the drums.

            “You’re such a good drummer!” She giggled, her eyes locking with Michael’s.

            My mouth gaped open slightly, suddenly realizing that this was her plan from the beginning.

            “Isn’t Ashton just the best drummer ever, Mikey?” She smirked, knowing exactly what she was doing to her lover. Of course she wanted Michael to pay for what he had done. Dance with that ho and think he could get away with it?

            “Yeah, just amazing…” Michael agreed in a low voice. She wants to fight dirty? He thought. Two can play at that game.

Later That Night

  She lazily walked into her and Michael’s apartment, her feet dragging because she had been out shopping for so long. She bought quite a few nice things she couldn’t wait to show Michael. Setting the bags on the floor next to the couch, she started shrugging out of her jacket, slowly making her way into her and Michael’s bedroom, surprised to see him sitting on the edge of their bed.

“Hey, Mikey.” She smiled, walking over to give him a small kiss.

Michael lifted his head to look at her. “Hey, babygirl.” He stood from the bed, now looking down at his girlfriend. “Why don’t you lay down on the bed? You look beat.”

She was confused at his soft tone- not a soft tone…more of a tone that she hadn’t heard before in their relationship. He almost seemed like…he had something planned. It didn’t sound very good either. He sounded almost devious. Before she could react, Michael pushed her. Her back hit the bed. Not too gently either.

“Wanna tell me what that was all about, princess?” Michael asked in barely a whisper, starting to crawl over top of her. “The way you were hanging all over Ashton like some cheap slut.”

Her eyes widened, never hearing this kind of talk coming from her boyfriend. “N-No-“

“It better be nothing.” He scoffed. “Because you’re mine.” He lowered his head, placing his lips to her neck roughly.

As soon as he attached his lips to her neck, Michael began sucking and biting on her skin. She gasped from the assault, not expecting this from him. Once he was done inflicting her neck with a big hickey, he lifted his head to examine his work. He approved of it with a low chuckle.

“Nothing to say, babygirl?” Michael asked, lifting his eyes to hers. “You sure had a lot to say to Ashton.” He nipped at her neck again. “Calling him babe.” He grabbed her breasts in his hands, squeezing not-so-gently.

She yelped.

“What’s that, [y/n]?” Michael asked abruptly, roughly beginning to unbutton her blouse. “What was that you said?”

            She shook her head. “I-I didn’t say anything.” She was strangely turned on by Michael’s sudden dominance. It was sexy in her eyes.

            “That’s what I thought.” When he began having trouble with the buttons, he gave up and ripped her blouse open, exposing her uncovered breasts. “And going out without a bra?” He questioned, sharply biting one of her nipples, earning another yelp. “What a slut.” He bit down once again, rolling his tongue over the nipple. He continued until it was hard before going over and doing the same to the other one.

            “Michael.” She moaned softly.

            “Do I make you feel good?” Michael smirked, sitting up to jerk off her shorts and panties all at once.

            She gasped at the cool air that hit her pussy. “Yes, Mikey.” She breathed out.

            Michael crawled down, nipping at the skin on her thighs before attacking her clit, biting harsh enough to make her scream out his name. He smirked, roughly moving his tongue against her clit, making her squirm before sitting up, starting to undo his jeans. Her eyes widen as she knew what was coming. Thrill sparked inside of her, pulsing throughout her whole body. It felt like she had been set on fire the moment Michael hovered over top of her, rubbing the tip of his cock against her clit. She moaned, his name spilling from her mouth again.

            An almost inhumane moan came from the pair as he took her, her pussy throbbing around Michael’s cock. “Oh, yeah, [y/n].” Michael breathed against the skin on her neck. “You’re so tight, you little slut.” He began to thrust harder without warning, sending her into a state of euphoria as he sent her to the edge of utter and pleasurable bliss.

            “Michael!” She moaned, moving her hips to match his thrusting pattern.

            His sharp breaths hit her neck, both feeling the effects of the pleasure. She strung out his name multiple times and she tumbled over the edge and crumbled beneath him. Michael moaned as her juices poured onto his cock. Michael soon came, moaning her name into her neck as his cum filled her up.

            Once regaining his breath he collapsed beside of her, pulling her into his chest despite the sweat. She closed her eyes, a faint smile on her lips.

            “I love you, [y/n].” Michael whispered, placing a kiss to her side of her head. “Sleep well, princess.”

  I’m a little rusty on the straight smut since I’m so used to writing gay smut, but I hope you liked it. I’ll get better, I promise xx I really hope you liked it (;