ââŽâincludes: ferran torres, pedri gonzalez, pablo gavi, alejandro balde x đ!reader
FERRAN TORRES
ââŽâokay, first things first. i think ferran just likes his women smart. he loves to be able to learn from you, to look up to you. he loves to admire you. whenever youâre telling him a story about what happened at work, heâd listen so intently, his eyes glistening. or whenever you use specific jargon, heâd literally think to himself in wonder that heâs bagged such a smart, intelligent and competent girl.
ââŽâhe loves taking photos with you, and most importantly, he loves taking photos of you. no matter where you are, no matter what youâre doing. you could be sitting in a restaurant, and heâd snap a quick shot of you sitting pretty in the booth opposite him. you could have sauce on your chin, or you could be wearing a pretty smile, ferran thinks you always look absolutely beautiful.
ââŽâ youâre ferranâs comfort person. ferran is quite an emotional guy. he feels his feelings deeply, and he loves to be with someone who is also in touch with their feelings. someone with emotional depth, someone with emotional intelligence, who is able to pull him out of the gutter when he feels down or when heâs too harsh on himself. he enjoys a good late night convo, where the two of you stare up at the ceiling, all judgement-free with raw feelings. He loves being heard, being valued by you, especially when he gets to hold you close to his chest when he tells you softly whatâs on his mind, confiding in you.
ââŽâespecially now that he has longer hair: absolutely loves when you play with his hair. just carding your fingers through his locks, brushing stray strands of chestnut hair out of his face. you love doing it, scratching your nails over the back of his neck, too. ferran just revels in it, and when you take your hand out of his hair, heâs quick to put it right back. âwhyâd you stop, baby?â heâll say, suddenly all clingy.
ââŽâhis favourite spot to kiss you is your temple. i believe he genuinely likes the softness it brings, itâs so kind. itâs deliberate, slow, with intent. he literally canât leave the house without pressing his lips against your temple, leaving you alone with his delicacy.
PEDRI GONZALEZ
ââŽâoh, heâs so husband. sooooo husbandish. i have no doubt in my mind that pedri would take over household tasks for you. with love, even. maybe youâre in the bathroom, busy with your nightly skin care routine, a million different droppers and tubes with face masks scattered all over the sink, and pedri would just pop in unannounced, cradling a laundry basket between his arms. âhi, babe,â heâd say lightly, as if the sight of him being all responsible and domestic isnât a major turn on for you. âyou got any laundry for me? iâm doing lights right now.â
ââŽâhe would let you control the aux. heâs the designated driver whenever you two go out, and youâre the dj. he thinks your music taste is better, anyway. bopping his head along to the melody of the music, your feet on the dash, arm slung out of the window, all the windows down with the warm wind swishing past your heads.
ââŽâwould also let you use his hand to test out different lipsticks whenever you drag him to sephora. pedriâs willing to sacrifice his clean hand if that means youâd leave the shop with a beautiful, new lip product youâre content with.Â
â⎠âi also think pedri loves unwinding with you. i can vividly see the two of you on the sofa, both watching something lighthearted, the laughing track ricocheting off the walls as he lightly cards his fingers through your hair, looking at you like youâre the most precious thing in the world. heâd ask you what you would be doing the next day, what time you would have to get up. literally just soft, gentle small talk.
ââŽâ heâll check up on you throughout the day. especially when heâs away for a game and is mostly travelling, heâd shoot you a quick text asking how itâs going at home, if youâve already had lunch, or how your classes for the day went. speaking of school, i think heâd be the biggest hypeman ever. heâs always asking you if he can read one of your essays. pedri just stares at your laptop screen, nose scrunched up in confusion while he reads paragraph after paragraph. âwell,â he huffs when heâs finished, âyouâre the smart one from the two of us.â Â
PABLO GAVI
ââŽâ he gives me major lover and best friend vibes. with that being said, heâs a teaser. loves prodding you in your side when youâre concentrated, lightly pulling your ponytail to get your attention, shadow-boxing at you, he does it all.
ââŽâpablo absolutely loves a night in, especially if itâs on a cheat day, and he can eat whatever he prefers. Will spend the entire night binging another random 2000s tv series with you whilst munching on sushi, or pizza, way too invested in all the shit thatâs happening on the screen, and obviously gives his unvarnished commentary on it, too. âwait, why did seth pick anna? he needs to end up with summer. he named a fucking boat after her!â you two watch episode after episode, and eventually end up falling asleep on the sofa, his arms securely tucked around you with half-eaten sushi on white plates.
ââŽâ i know for a fact that he also loves a good gossip session. âbaby, iâm home!â he yells the second he comes home, dropping his car keys on the marble counter, a mischievous grin on his face. when he finds you somewhere else, behind your laptop, heâs immediately like: âyouâre never gonna guess what carmen just said to marco,â already pulling up his phone to show you the receipts. he just talks so excitedly, and you two spend hours dissecting everything that happened.
ââŽâbrings you random trinkets when he gets back from holiday. frivolous cheap keychains, a little tile from portugal, all the cheesy shit. itâs just a cute token of love, and it shows that he always thinks of you. literally always.  Â
ââŽâ heâs the silliest drunk ever. when you try to take the car keys from his hands â because heâs obviously way too drunk to drive â heâd be like: âwho are you?â heâd ask, a confused expression on his face, eyebrows scrunched up. âyouâre not my girlfriend.â you sigh out, deep and loud, already opening up your hand palm. maybe you get a little gooey on the inside, because heâs just so cute and endearing. âi am, come on. keys.â
ALEJANDRO BALDE
ââŽâwe all know alejandro seems like quite a playful person, and especially if youâre on the shyer side, heâd do anything to get you out of your shell more. heâs so spontaneous, carefree. from dancing in the kitchen to an oldie, to twirling you around when youâre wearing a pretty dress; alejandro is doing everything within his abilities to put all of his attention on making you comfortable. âthere she is,â heâd say with a dopey grin as he looks you up and down when you step out of your shared bedroom, ready to go out on a date together.
ââŽâloves showing you off. youâre his phone wallpaper, and when you two are together, his heavy arm is basically glued around your waist, or hips, or shoulders. he sees it as a statement: sheâs mine, back off. Â
ââŽâyeah, sorry i wholeheartedly believe he loves to touch your waist, or any part of your body. heâs a big body worshipper. heâll literally trace your curves with his hands, trying to cover every inch of your skin as he scatters fluttery kisses down your neck. heâs, like, totally obsessed with you and the way you feel under his fingertips, playfully swatting your ass.
ââŽâhe cooks for you. weâve all seen that video of alejandro saying that he can cook and that he can clean? yeah, i definitely believe that date nights with him would include him cooking something for you, something he puts a lot of love in. your hands clasped together on top of the table like a lovesick couple.
ââŽâalejandro loves to make you blush like crazy. calling you the cheesiest, corniest pet names on the planet. he loves to inspect your face, tilting your chin up with a crooked finger, and tell you how he loves your sparkly eyes, your cute nose and your chubby cheeks until your heat hovers over your face.
a/n: oh also, i canât stop thinking about pulling on ferranâs hair when⊠WHENâŠ. ugh i might have to write smth about that đ«Șđ«Ș
guys check it outtt i wrote ferran smut!! 18+ tho!!!
features â° smut, multiple different positions, oral, talk of sex toys, masturbation, talk of hair, multiple kinks mentioned, smutty smutty smutty!!
ê€ letâs bring back the classic nsfw alphabet shall we!! i rarely see these nowadays⊠thank you to the person who posted this template đđ».
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A = Aftercare (what heâs like after sex)
Jungkook is incredibly attentive and soft afterward. Heâll pull you close, kiss your forehead, and ask if youâre okay. Expect him to get water, clean you up gently, maybe run a warm bath, and cuddle while playing with your hair. He loves the intimate, quiet moments just as much as the heat.
B = Body part (his favorite body part and also his favorite of yours)
On himself: His arms/handsâ he knows how strong and defined they are from working out and loves using them to pin or lift you.
On you: Your thighs and ass. Heâs obsessed with grabbing, kissing, and burying his face between them.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum)
He loves marking youâ coming on your stomach, chest, or thighs. He has a bit of a breeding kink too and gets turned on by the idea of filling you up and watching it drip out. Clean-up usually involves his tongue.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory)
He secretly gets off on the risk of getting caught (especially during tours). He also has a thing for recording voice memos of you moaning to listen to later when heâs alone.
E = Experience (how experienced is he ? does he know what heâs doing?)
Not super experienced at the start, but extremely eager to learn. Once he figures out what you like, he becomes a quick study and very skilled. Heâs a natural pleaser who pays close attention to your reactions.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Doggy style or missionary with your legs over his shoulders. He loves the eye contact in missionary but also the deep angle and view in doggy. Prone bone is a close favorite too.
G = Goofy (is he more serious in the moment? or is he humorous? etc.)
He can be both. Heâll tease and laugh during foreplay or when something awkward happens, but once things get intense he turns focused and a little possessive.
H = Hair (how well groomed is he? etc.)
Neatly trimmedâ he keeps it clean and managed but not completely bare. He likes the natural look but stays groomed for comfort and aesthetics.
I = Intimacy (how is he during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Very intimate. He makes a lot of eye contact, whispers praises (âso good for me,â âyouâre mineâ), and kisses you deeply throughout. Sex with him often feels like making love even when itâs rough.
J = Jack off (masturbation)
Frequently, especially when on tour. He likes long showers where he can take his time, often thinking of you or watching videos you sent him. He edges himself sometimes for better stamina later.
K = Kink (one or more of his kinks)
Light bondage (tying you up or being tied), praise kink (giving and receiving), slight choking/breath play, mirror sex, and overstimulation. He also loves thigh riding.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
The bedroom (especially with the big mirror), the shower, the studio after hours, and the back of his car. Anywhere semi-private where he can take his time.
M = Motivation (what turns him on, gets him going)
Your voice (especially moaning his name), when you wear his clothes, seeing you dance or work out, and subtle teasing throughout the day. He gets worked up easily from physical touch too.
N = No (something he wouldnât do, turn offs)
Anything that involves heavy pain, degradation that feels genuinely mean, or sharing you with others. Heâs possessive and wants it to feel good and safe for both.
O = Oral (his preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Heâs enthusiastic about giving, he could stay between your thighs for hours, using his tongue to his advantage. Receiving makes him vocal and a bit shy at first but he loves watching you.
P = Pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Versatile. He can go slow and deep, savoring every second, or fast and rough when heâs pent up. Usually starts sensual and builds to intense.
Q = Quickie (his opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He enjoys them when time is short (dressing room, quick break at the studio), but he prefers longer sessions where he can take care of you properly. Still, heâs down whenever you want.
R = Risk (is he game to experiment? does he take risks? etc.)
Pretty open to trying new things as long as youâre comfortable. He likes a bit of adrenaline (semi-public risk) but always puts your safety first.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can he go for? how long does he last?)
High stamina thanks to his athletic build. He can go multiple rounds (3-5 easily) and lasts a long time, especially if heâs already come once.
T = Toys (does he own toys? does he use them?)
He owns a few, vibrators for you, maybe a cock ring. Loves using them on you to overstimulate you while he watches. Open to more if you suggest.
U = Unfair (how much he likes to tease)
Big tease. Heâll edge you with his fingers or tongue, make you beg, and smirk while doing it. Loves when you get needy for him.
V = Volume (how loud is he, what sounds he makes, etc.)
Jungkook is very vocal, lots of deep moans, groans, and heavy breathing. Heâll whimper when youâre sucking him off or riding him, and he loves dirty talk in a low, husky voice.
W = Wild card (random)
He has a secret playlist of songs that he uses as âmood musicâ and sometimes gets turned on just from certain choreographies because they remind him of how your body moves.
X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
Thick, long, and slightly curved upward. Very pretty and veiny, with a sensitive head. He keeps everything trimmed and clean.
Y = Yearning (how high is his sex drive?)
Very high, especially in his early 20s. He could go every day if your schedule allows and still want more.
Z = Zzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterwards)
Pretty quick once the aftercare cuddles start. Jungkook gets sleepy and clingy, holding you tight as he drifts off with a satisfied little smile.
could you do a fluffy hasan x fem!reader where reader is really sick with a fever, but still wants to stream for her fans? Her chat keeps coercing her into continuing the stream but hasan comes in and takes care of her, while she is still resistant
Hiii as a chronic illness girlie I love sick fics so Iâll do my best!! This ended up being real fluffy and sort of self indulgent but no mention of chronic illness is in here. Just mentions of fever, weakness and symptoms like that.
Warnings/content: Fem!reader, third person pov, [Name] used (no y/n), sickness, fluff, very fully actually more than i anticipated, reader pushing through/over doing it on purpose, âgood girlâ but only once and not sexual, pressure to âgo on with the showâ from chat and herself, hasan likes to take care of her :), not beta read we die like the American dream
Hasan M.list
Stream (sick) Day
[Name] felt off when she woke up that morning.. well closer to the afternoon. With little energy was dragged herself from bed and attempted to eat some leftovers, which kind of made everything worse.
Hasan hadnât noticed at first, usually waking up before her, walking Kaya, working out, doing some work. By the time she wakes heâs usually streaming already.
He thought the warmth he felt coming off her was simply residual from sleeping so close, and the warm night. So he went about his routine, letting her sleep. She seemed a bit tired the night before, waking her wasnât really on his to-do. All this to say: he didnât notice she was ill until sheâd already gone live two hours later.
Even though she felt fatigued and clammy, she wanted to get through a stage in a game sheâs been playing on stream. It was awaited by her chat for over a week, voted in by the subs on her discord. Pushing it back wouldâve been a knock to her schedule AND pride. She was going to tell chat that she was planning to end early as well to rest but.. they seemed so hyped and engaged.
Lolapoo: OMG YAYYY TAKE MY MONEY
Henrysavior: finallyyyy this part is so fun
Gurlgonemild: Iâve been waiting weeks for this đđ»
It just wasnât an option. So even with clammy hands, and fatigued shoulders, she wore a bit extra makeup than she would just for streaming to seem more awake.
Hasan luckily has a habit of checking her stream every so often. Taking a gander at what sheâs up to is a fun enrichment activity for his chat anyway. Like a crossover episode. Even though heâs just in the other room, and he does occasionally go in and check physically, he doesnât want to disturb your flow state.
He has it pulled up, muted on his second monitor for now, when he sees her roll her neck, eyes and head seeming heavy and burdensome.
âOne sec, chat.â Hes across the hall and tapping on the doorframe of her office before he really has time to speculate. Just seeing her looking slightly uncomfortable at a glance is enough. He can just tell. Sheâs off.
Glancing over, pulling a headphone out. âHey,â her voice seems sore. Which puts a frown on his face. âWhatâs up?â
âYou feeling okay, baby?â Hes halfway in the frame with his large hand covering her whole forehead.
âYeah, just a little tired.â You lie. Itâs more than a little. But itâs not enough. At least in your opinion.
âYouâre kinda warm, did you take your temp?â Brushes hair out of her face, looking down at her in her setup with concern.
She glances at chat, now. Some were just spamming Hasan. âHII HASANNNNâ âMOM AND DAD ARE TOGETHERRRâ ânow why would a man be there?? Jk <3â
Others? Read her like a clock. âShe does seem a little tired lowk. But is that a cirime?? Noo!!â âCrime*â âthe grid is more importantâ
Itâs jokes. But she takes it seriously, anyway.
âNo? Iâm okay I think I just slept funny.â
He looks at her, scrutinizing the âIâm okayâ then goes to dig in the bathroom for the thermometer.
She explains she needs to pause stream for a sec. Putting up the scene with the âBRBâ and a video of subway servers playing in the corner.
âHasan, really Iâm fine. Iâm kinda busyâ
He makes a noncommittal sound from the hall. Then returns with the thermometer in his grasp. âIâm just checking, you looked weird this morning.â
âWeird?â
âAnd sweaty.â
âYouâre a top tier boyfriend.â She tells him dryly.
â[Name],â holds the thermometer like a knife. âOpen up, come on. Iâll leave you alone after.â
She looks up at him with a steeled expression, already having a feeling it wonât be the results theyâre hoping for. She feels like shit, but, she would feel worse for a disappointing stream. She opens anyway.
âGood girl.â
âEw.â
âShush,â Lightly holding her chin closed with two fingers. âYou usually like that, anyway.â
âNoân dis contâxt.â She says with her lips barely opening around the plastic temperature stick.
â101.9. I fucking knew it.â
She rolls her eyes. âSo? Iâll just take some Tylenol or something.â She hadnât yet, so itâs probably not that bad. In her eyes.
âOr something? You should be in bed.â He spins her chair further around to face him head on. Kneeling down to get a closer look. âWhat else do you feel? Nausea? Aches?â
âNo.. not really. Iâm just tired, seriously.â
He doesnât dignify that with a response. He gets the Tylenol and a bottle of water from the kitchen for her to take. Knowing she wonât leave stream yet, as sheâs only just started. He gets her some green tea with honey for the throat.
âOkay Iâll leave you alone.. but Iâm watching.â
âYouâre so creepy.â
He kisses her forehead and returns to his stream, distracted and apprehensive.
He comes in occasionally with a water refill or anti inflammatories to keep you functional. Asking âhow long?â
She says âmaybe an hour moreâ but it turns into two, then three. Then by the fifth hour is when sheâs finally given into the headache and weakness. Chat got their fill anyway, like an ever hungry beast.
He ends his stream early too, tucking her into bed. Getting her favorite takeout. Does the whole thing with the towel on her head even though it makes her feel like a sickly Victorian child.
âNext time you donât feel good you tell me, okay? Streamingâs secondary.â He rubs her temple with the soft pad of his thumb.
Sheâs tucked into bed, feeling pampered.
âIt just sounded like you were talking about something important..â
He laughs at that. The coverage today was so ridiculous, so falling American empire, nonsensical. He wouldâve much preferred an upkeep day with you than staring into the dumpster fire of the political landscape.
âYeah âimportantâ,â leans down and kisses your forehead. âYouâre more important, always. I shouldâve noticed before.â
âI just- donât like making a big deal of it. I wanted to stream.â
âYouâre staying in bed all day tomorrow, with me.â
honestly, reader cheating on robby bc she work nights with him and robby is always shrugging of her attempts to FUCK and jacks just being a good friend by taking care of her every night >_<
this was supposed to be small. i had a lot of fun with this i got reeeally carried away. multiple positions, kinda referenced his quinn audio?? sue me. downtalking Robby, cheating obviously, Jack finished in you. fuck that Robby guy tho he canât fuck you like Jack does
venting to him one day about it between patients on like your break, âhe just..i dunno he wonât touch me anymore, i think itâs because of whatâs happening up in that head but he wonât talk about it with me either..â youâre all pouty, Jack canât help himself. âiâll talk to him slugger, you wanna catch a bite with me after work?â
a bite turns hanging out at home after work, which isnât anything crazy, because youâre all friends. known each other for years. and Jack isnât a pushy guy, but you notice the way he rubs up your knee, or how he looks at you when you change into comfy clothes.
âis robby still..dodgy?â Jack asks, rubbing at your leg thatâs slung over his thigh. your smile fades and you sigh. âyeah. i mean..i just donât know how to talk to that guy anymore. he feels so far all the time.â âand youâve been initiating, right? like we talked about?â âyes! i wear fucking sexy, expensive lingerie, i-i touch on him, rub him. nothing.â
youâre closer now, arm to arm with your body turned into his. his brows furrow, rubbing at the growing stubble on his cheek. Jack wraps his arm around you now, palming at your hip lovingly and allowing you to lie on his chest. âand toys donât..i mean is that still on the table for you?â âi use them..but it just..gets boring after a while. tiring. i wanna have sex, not just..play with myself all the time.â
the image of you with your legs spread, using a dildo or wand on yourself is front and center of his mind. he sees you whining with frustration, bucking your hips needily. jesus. âi mean is it me? did i do something, am i just not sexy anymore? youâd tell me if he told you that, right, Jack?â youâre looking at him with big, tear brimming eyes while you paw at his chest. Jack is a weak man, sweetie.
âof course iâd tell you sweetheart, heâs..Robbyâs somewhere else right now. donât blame yourself youâre..youâre so sexy. sexiest girl i know, thatâs for sure.â he gives you a gentle smile, but youâve still got that pouty, needy look on your face. âreally?â âyes really honey, robbyâs beinâ real stupidâŠâ
heâs gazing into your eyes, mind racing as he licks at his lips. âheâs being mean too.â âreal mean. iâd..never be mean to you.â he canât help himself when he closes the gap between you two, pushing his lips onto yours. you moan upon impact, fisting his shirt as he grabs at your body, rubbing down your hips before hoisting you fully onto his lap.
he feels how much you need this in the kiss, pushing your tongue in his mouth, your hands snaking up his neck and into his hair, yanking it slightly. the way your body arches into his, legs raising slightly to kiss him harder, pushing him deeper into the couch. you moan when you feel your clothed cunt drag along his bulge, brows furrowing hard before grinding down, getting a sound out of him.
âfuck.â he whispers, still messily kissing you, hands now grabbing at your warming love hands under your big shirt. your ring twists into his curls, making him wince, which makes you pull away. âare you ok??â you pull your hand away, letting him take it softly in his. âyour-your ring, got my hair.â your ring. your wedding ring.
âoh my god. Jack i..â you put your hands on his chest, scooting down off his lap, though still straddling his thighs. âi canât do this with you, oh my god..â you rub your hands down your face, the cold metal against your hot skin feels like a zap. âwha..why not?â he breaths, brows pinched with confusion as he pulls your hands away from your face.
âRobby, Jack. i..heâs my husband i canât do that to him! iâm so terrible!â you scoff, eyes wide with fear. âyouâre not terrible, whatâre you scared of? betraying him?? what the fuck has he been doing to you, then?â he pulls you back closer, so close your hands roughly land on his chest.
you pull your head from his gaze, keeping your hands down for distance, but he doesnât let you. âthatâs different Jack, heâs..disembodied right now heâs just distant..â âthatâs still neglecting his wife. shutting you out, which is the last person he should be doing that to. i never once shut out my wife. you said it yourself. heâs being mean.â
you pout, whining at the words that sting to your heart. Robby is being mean. heâs being mean to everyone, but you especially. âJack i..â you scoff, you canât even find the words, âitâs not right, i mean i love him too much.â âyou can still love him, itâs not like im some guy. you know me, sweetheart..â you donât fight when he kisses down the shell of your ear, trialing slowly down your neck in a way that makes you shiver.
your arms end up at his shoulders, eyes shutting in his touch. âi just wanna help you. been so long for you.â his stubble tickles your neck as he speaks low, almost a whisper. youâve only heard this sugary tone once before. âbeen wanting this, right? to be touched like this? kissed like this?â he moves slowly down your comfy shorts, cupping your ass as the cotton slides off at the knuckles of his huge hands.
âyeah..â it comes out more pathetic than you could control, but your heart was pounding out your chest. âyeah..â he nods, kissing back up your jaw and taking your lips in his. âi know. let me do this for you.â you raise up to let him pull off your shorts, and the heat turns up in an instant. the kiss turning passionate, moans and groans trading under tongues as you lift his shirt over his shoulder, âcanât..â you pant, eyes hooded.
âcant happen again,â your hands move faster than you can think, untying and pulling down his scrub bottoms. âonly one time. this time.â âthis time.â he repeats, and you squeak when his big hand cups your pussy over your underwear, a throaty hum exiting him as he feels how fucking wet you were.
you canât remember the last time you were so fired up to fuck. grabbing at whatever you could while he fingered you open, accidentally scratching at his biceps as your hips move greedily against him. âyouâre so fuckinâ wet sweetheart, want this real bad.â he pants, eyes locked in you as you moan into the air. âplease justâŠJack please.. need it.â it almost comes as a sob, and he couldnât ever refuse you. not like this, especially.
âlemme take it out. gonna get it sweetie, promise. gonna give it to you.â thereâs that sugary tone again, and you find yourself moving at his command without a second thought, throwing your shirt off your sweaty body and reaching for his leg. you help him pull off his boxers and then his prosthetic, hearing a sigh of relief above him as you set it down.
he moves you back over him, and your eyes widen slightly at the sight of his hung, veiny dick. âjesus youâre..so big,â and he wants to say something cocky. he really does. but he just thumbs at your hip, nodding with a small smirk. âyou can handle it.â
your eyes are big on his as you lift yourself over his cock, letting him guide you onto his tip, then his girth. he goes slow, gripping your hips as he rocks you lower and lower, drinking in the little gasps and squeals you let out. âJack youâre-fuck youâre so big, youâre so fucking big,,â you whine, shaky breaths as you squeeze your eyes shut.
âyouâre taking it.â his voice is rasped, quiet watching your pussy engulf him. âyouâre taking it baby i promise, youâre fuckinâ takinâ it. so good too, holy shit.â he wants to let all his greedy, jealousy induced thoughts out. canât believe robbyâs missing out on this, fuck. shouldâve bagged this pussy forever ago, clearly Robby wasnât putting it to good use. but it doesnât exit his mind, not wanting you to feel worse about it all.
âoh yes, oh my god yes,â you moan out, head thrown back as your hips take over, his hands guiding you ever so gently as you bounce on his cock. âfuck youâre..fuck Jack itâs so good,â he moans under you, your pleasure making the butterflies dancing in his stomach as you fuck yourself on him.
âthatâs it sweetheart, there you fuckinâ go. yâlike that? yeahhh baby, feels soo good.â his eyes roll back, hands grabbing at every curve he could before the moment was over. pawing at your tits, smacking at your ass, squeezing at your belly. youâre everything to him, sweetie.
he canât help but let himself submit to you in this time of need, in this sweet notion of helping his friend. because that what it really was. just helping his friend blow some steam, sheâs just pent up. losing the same amount of calories as if he took you boxing. nothing wrong with it. âyeah sweetie, let it all out. just like thaat, fucking god,â he feels dizzy watching you hump him. your bodyâs consumed with greed, with a mission in mind.
latching onto him, filling your house with high shaky moans. and he was doing so much for you, and more. grabbing you, holding you lovingly close to him as you ride him into the couch cushion he was leaning his back into you. letting out sweet words to you, praise, helping you through riding him. groaning loudly into the room, the sounds alone coming from him fueling you, swelling your head.
sounds Robby never made. never talked you through it unless itâd been a long time, or till he was close. barely made noise either, no matter how many times youve told him you liked it. you were jelly in Jacks touch. he was pushing you steadily over your edge, whether he touched you or not. he filled you completely, inside and out.
his left hand started shoving you down on his cock, your moans coming out in sharp, quick gasps of air, eyes wide watching yourself slam on his dick and feeling his tip kiss that sponges spot in you. his right hand sucks on his thumb, getting it nice and wet before bringing it to your puffy clit, flicking it in a way that makes you suck in a harsh breath, dragging your nails down his shoulder, a high moan exiting you as you throw your head back.
âfuck ohmygo-Jack!â your moans are bordering on pornographic. and you look fucking delicious. hips bucking up to his touch all jittery, sweat gleaming your tits as they bounce with every move. your nose is scrunched slightly as the side of your mouth sneers upturned, and your brows sitting hard and tightly pinched, so overturned with pleasure you canât control how loud you are. and Jack is straight up drinking it in.
âyouâre so good, youâre fucking me so good Jack, better than iâve ever fuckinâ felt..!â your words come up high, itâs music to his ears. to get that out of you, to know youâve been with Robby almost half a decade, and Jack barely moving his hips is the best youâve felt in that long?
âyouâre fucking me, sweetie, and youâre doinâ so good. look at you, takinâ it from me..â his eyes are hooded over your body, his soft puppy eyes working over you in your vulnerable state. âkeep using me baby, just fuckinâ take it. havenât gotten dick like this before, havenât had this in so long, right? you deserve this. say it.â
itâs barely getting through your ears honestly. your stomach is heaving, your ears are almost ringing, eyes rolling back as you fuck yourself on his thick cock like a toy. âi deserve it..â you slur in heavy pants, eyes rolling back as you feel your heated orgasm approach. âyeah you do. yeah you fuckinâ do sweetheart,â heâs quick to hold you in his grasp when you collapse into him, mushing into his shoulder while you grind lazily.
his arm wraps around you, turning in his place to keep you close, keeping his pace on your throbbing clit as you shudder against him. âthere we fuckinâ go, cmon you can do it. been talkinâ about gettinâ fucked for weeks i know you can do it. use me sweetie, use me like you fuckinâ mean it,â thereâs a rough, almost degrading tone in his words, and your body submits to him at the impact.
he fucks into you from the side, your leg coming up immediately to let him in deeper, and as he groans in your ear, your dam breaks. âohhh Jack, oh god, Jack!â itâs one big breath before youâre gasping out again, shrinking into him as your pussy flutters around his dick, stomach so tight as you practically burst under him.
âdonât stop, please donât stop im..imââ you canât even finish your words, and Jack doesnât mind a bit. nodding to your words, his mouth echoing yours, agape with his own groans as his eyes roll back. âlet it alll out baby, take it frâme itâs all yours..â you feel you leg cramp up from how hard your orgasm had hit you, your body falling limp on Jack as he continues fucking into you, removing his hand from your shaking pussy to hold your leg up.
his lashes feel weighted, glittering as he takes in the sight of you, your fucked out face as your eyes rest, down your sweaty body, to where you two met, the creamy ring around his cock glistening and cresting rather nasty strings of cum as he thrusts into you. heat builds in his chest, his cock twitches inside of you and his hips stutter. that cold sweat rolls over him, and he looks to the ceiling with an oh god before back at you.
âthatâs it baby, thatâs it, thatâs fucking it,â his praises to you turn into revelations of the immense pleasure weighing on him. hunching over you and pushing you on your back on the couch, finding the balance to slam into you. you moan in tandem at the new position, the way he lays all his unbalanced weight on your thighs heâs keeping up, slamming into you like itâs beyond his control.
with your back arched off the cushion and your hands fisting st it from the side, you watch his face as he loses his composure, bitting his lip before letting groans spill from him like a music box, eyes rolled to the ceiling as his brows flex to the hairline. âoh my god, canât even..aghh canât fucking believe you gave this pussy to Robby,â he rolls his eyes, âdid so fucking good, scratching me up and shit you-youâre fuckinâ everything..â
his mouth moves faster than his mind. poor guys lost in the sauce, chest heavy as it turns that familiar red youâve only seen a few times in the sun. âgod youâre so good, gimme a kiss sweetie, so proudaâ you,â you practically yank him down onto you, kissing so sloppily you think drool is getting everywhere because of how over the moon you guys are.
you gasp sharply, feeling his tip kiss at your cervix. you dig your nails into his neck, a high, almost pained moan exiting you through his lips. âJack youâreâJack hold on,â you mewl, though feeling him shake his head frantically. âi know sweetie i-im sorry i just-fuck i canât, icanticanticant,â he moans, and his following groans come up higher, weaker as if heâd been yelling all night (which..he probably has).
âcanât stop, fuck youâre so good, mâgonna cum, baby mâgonna cum,â he doesnât even try to kiss you anymore, âyouâre so good, doinâ so fucking good baby i..â you hear the slapping of skin from between you, feeling impossibly split open as he slams into you, groaning like he couldnât breath.
with a final loud groan he grabs at the cushion next to your head, eyes tightly screwed as his hips come to a halt, and you feel his dick twitch into you as he finishes hard, the following groans coming out as weak whines. Jack lets his body collapse over you, reaching behind himself to caress at your shaking legs, still panting into each otherâs mouths.
âdid i..hurt you?â he whispers, you feel his lashes against your crows feet. âno, no. just..was a lot. is your leg ok..?â look at you. all the more worrying. all the more caring, loving. it makes Jack chuckled breathily, shaking his head as he kisses at your cheek. âiâm ok, sweetheart. been through worse.â
he pushes himself off you, giving you a once over for any damage before pulling out, sitting upright next your body. speeding your pussy with his thumb and pointer, in the blink of an eye heâs watching his cum seep out of you and onto your ass, and almost onto the couch cushion had he not cupped his hand under the leakage, stuffing it back in you. âfuck i..i didnât mean to uh..just got carried away.â he gives you a remorseful look, that he also looks away from to gaze at your beat, puffy pussy.
âare you on birth control?â âno..i stopped a few months ago. we wanted to try for a baby.â your cheek quirked to the side before you pout a little, and Jack feels his heart break a little. âok. iâll get you plan b, then.â you nod and lift on, crawling into his lap once again, but this time, you give him a slow, gentle kiss.
âthank you..Jack..â you sigh, feeling him wrap his arms around you. âdonât gotta thank me. just wanted to help you, sweet thing. sâwhat friends are for.â he joked, making you scoff a chuckle. you nod, âyeah. what friends are for.â for fucking so hard you see stars. of course. âlemme get my foot awake, then weâll clean up.â
if youâve sent be a Pope Cody request, trust me i have it, iâm not neglecting! i pushed this forward bc i havenât formally written for Jack in sooo long, and this was so fun. thank u for the ask!
Hasan x gf reader anniversary or Valentineâs Day đ
Hasan anniversary headcannons!!!
Surprisingly long idk what happened
Warnings: Fluffy af, alludes to smut
For your first anniversary, Hasan was strangely nervous about not doing enough. He doesnât love not being able to show you off but he also knows that publicly being his girl puts a big spotlight on you. So he has to be more subtle, this year anyway.
He books a nice dinner (and pays slightly too much for some extra privacy) and orders probably far too many flowers. He also manages to get his hands on a necklace youâve been saving up for.
Meanwhile, you have no fucking idea what to get him. He just buys what he wants (and anything you want). So you had to get him something meaningful
You decided on a little framed picture of you, him and Kaya that he could keep on his desk, just out of sight of his camera. You also got him a bracelet to add to his collection.
You sleep over at his house the night before. Heâs up at least an hour before you are to organise all the flowers and order you breakfast in bed.
âMorning babyâ He whispered, knelt on the floor next to the bed. You smiled at reached out to hold his hand.
âHappy anniversaryâ You said quietly. He grinned at you and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
âBest year of my life babyâ He replied âI got breakfastâ
You had breakfast in bed together, then had dessert (twice đđ) before finally getting up. Hasan followed you downstairs where you were met with the most beautiful bouquet of roses you had ever seen.
âOh Hasâ You said, tears welling in your eyes. âYou are far too good to me. Thank youâ
âIâm not finished yet babyâ He chuckled, gently turning you around. He presented you with the necklace youâd been eyeing up for almost a year.
âOh my god Hasan, No! This is way too expensive!â You gasped
âShh, let me spoil my girl. Youâve put up with me for a whole year, you deserve itâ He said, delicately placing the necklace around your neck.
âNow everything I got you seems shitâ You muttered, fingers fiddling with the beautiful chain now sitting on your chest. You presented him with the ring and the picture, nervously babbling an explanation as he stood silently staring at them.
âThe ring has our initials engraved inside it - and I thought the picture was small enough you could have it on your desk but Iâll get something else cause you got -â He crushed you into his chest to stop your rambling. You couldnât see it but he was beaming at the photo of his little family.
âBaby, itâs perfect. So perfect. My girlsâ
Hasan tries to pay for you to go and get your nails done while he streams, you actually run away from him while heâs trying to give you his card.
During his stream that day, chat can tell something is different. Heâs chill, watching silly tik toks and goofing around. When someone is trying to get a reaction out of him, he just seems to look at something on his desk and lets it go. Chat is perplexed đ€đ€
Youâre already back at his place by the time heâs finished for the day. Youâre doing your makeup in his bathroom, getting ready for dinner later, he hugs you from behind and resists the urge to immediately ruin all your hard work.
You walk into the restaurant with your hand tucked into the crook of his elbow. Youâre shown to a nice quiet table tucked away in the corner. Hasanâs hand barely leaves yours the whole time, his thumb gently stroking your knuckles whenever he gets the chance.
âThis is so amazing, Has. Thank youâ You say quietly smiling at him. He hasnât been able to wipe the lovesick smile off his face since he sat down.
âYouâve made my life so much better this last year sweetheartâ He replies, gazing at you like you hung the stars. You raise your glass at him.
âWell, hereâs to many moreâ Your glasses clink together and you grin at him over the rim as you take a sip.
Later that night, youâre asleep against his chest and heâs scrolling through engagement rings on his phone. Kaya is snoring at his feet and he feels right at home.
if your taking requests iâd love to hear some of your hasan hcs
Hasan Piker Headcannons | 18+
WORD COUNT ⥠500
NOTES ⥠I've gotten a few requests for both SFW and NSFW Hasan headcannons, so here they are combined.
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Heâs not typically the one to make the first move. When he saw you he knew immediately he wanted you, but remained just friendly until you gave him the clear go ahead.
You dropped so many hints for him, but heâs painfully oblivious. Eventually you got fed up with beating around the bush, finally gaining enough (liquid) confidence and kissed him yourself.
When you started dating he was firm about keeping your relationship private from the online scope, but always quick to show you off to his friends, inviting you everywhere.
Opened a credit card in his name for you without asking. âItâs just for when Iâm not aroundâŠI want you to be spoiled even if I canât be thereâ.
The age gap has definitely lead to a few sugar daddy jokes
He kisses your knuckles when you talk about your feelings, subconsciously encouraging you to go on. He always appreciates your vulnerability, even if he's a tad clueless at times.
He said he loves you first. It was as he was telling you goodbye, leaving your studio apartment. His back was no more than a foot from the door, facing you with a soft smile, adjusting his glasses as he watched you speed-walk over from the kitchen. He almost forgot his leftovers at your place (again!). You leaned up to kiss him, takeout box in hand. His arm looped around your lower back, holding you close. âI love youâ he mumbled softly against your lips, as if loving you was the most typical thing in the world for him.
Heâs always on you. Scrolling on your phone? Heâs laying on top of you, head rested on your tits. Showering? âIâll wash your back, baby. Please? weâll save waterâ. Cooking? heâs leaning his head in the crook of your neck, trailing kisses down your back, hiking up your skirt, and eating you right there at the stove. Heâs kind of a menace tbh.
Not big on pet names, only calls you baby when heâs trying his best to be as sugary sweet as possible, usually to get his way. That quickly changes during sex, heâs always dripping in praise for you.
Huge âgood girlâ enthusiast ! sexually or non sexually heâs always showering you in praise
âSuch a good girl for meâ, âYeah?... awh you did so good, proud of you, babyâ, âHowâs my perfect girl doing today?â
Love love loves throat fucking you until your cute little face is soaked with saliva and makeup.
Sometimes gets so into sex heâs loses his words, blissed out, a moaning mess.
Tries to bite down on something to stop himself from cumming too fast. Whether itâs the inside of his cheek, his finger, or just clenching his jaw, itâs become a habit.
Internally competitive with himself to break his records on how many times he can get you to cum.
He once made you sit on his face for nearly an hour, only stopping because you tapped out. You were partially concerned he'd drown.
if your taking requests iâd love to hear some of your hasan hcs
Hasan Piker Headcannons | 18+
WORD COUNT ⥠500
NOTES ⥠I've gotten a few requests for both SFW and NSFW Hasan headcannons, so here they are combined.
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Heâs not typically the one to make the first move. When he saw you he knew immediately he wanted you, but remained just friendly until you gave him the clear go ahead.
You dropped so many hints for him, but heâs painfully oblivious. Eventually you got fed up with beating around the bush, finally gaining enough (liquid) confidence and kissed him yourself.
When you started dating he was firm about keeping your relationship private from the online scope, but always quick to show you off to his friends, inviting you everywhere.
Opened a credit card in his name for you without asking. âItâs just for when Iâm not aroundâŠI want you to be spoiled even if I canât be thereâ.
The age gap has definitely lead to a few sugar daddy jokes
He kisses your knuckles when you talk about your feelings, subconsciously encouraging you to go on. He always appreciates your vulnerability, even if he's a tad clueless at times.
He said he loves you first. It was as he was telling you goodbye, leaving your studio apartment. His back was no more than a foot from the door, facing you with a soft smile, adjusting his glasses as he watched you speed-walk over from the kitchen. He almost forgot his leftovers at your place (again!). You leaned up to kiss him, takeout box in hand. His arm looped around your lower back, holding you close. âI love youâ he mumbled softly against your lips, as if loving you was the most typical thing in the world for him.
Heâs always on you. Scrolling on your phone? Heâs laying on top of you, head rested on your tits. Showering? âIâll wash your back, baby. Please? weâll save waterâ. Cooking? heâs leaning his head in the crook of your neck, trailing kisses down your back, hiking up your skirt, and eating you right there at the stove. Heâs kind of a menace tbh.
Not big on pet names, only calls you baby when heâs trying his best to be as sugary sweet as possible, usually to get his way. That quickly changes during sex, heâs always dripping in praise for you.
Huge âgood girlâ enthusiast ! sexually or non sexually heâs always showering you in praise
âSuch a good girl for meâ, âYeah?... awh you did so good, proud of you, babyâ, âHowâs my perfect girl doing today?â
Love love loves throat fucking you until your cute little face is soaked with saliva and makeup.
Sometimes gets so into sex heâs loses his words, blissed out, a moaning mess.
Tries to bite down on something to stop himself from cumming too fast. Whether itâs the inside of his cheek, his finger, or just clenching his jaw, itâs become a habit.
Internally competitive with himself to break his records on how many times he can get you to cum.
He once made you sit on his face for nearly an hour, only stopping because you tapped out. You were partially concerned he'd drown.
. âź navi .á Öč â jack oâconnell mlist. pt. II
toxic!possessive remmick who gets furious when you fight with him. his voice goes lowâgritted teeth, jaw locked, pacing like heâs trying not to put a fist through the wall.
âgo on, keep talkinâ. keep pushinâ. you wanna scream at me? then do it while Iâm inside you.â
toxic!possessive!remmick who whispers marriage like a threat, not a promise.
âyou think this is just fuckinâ? no, sweetheart. this is the rest of your goddamn life.â
toxic!possessive!remmick who wonât let go after sex. ever. you try to get up, clean off, breatheâand he drags you right back into his chest. arms tight. legs locked around yours.
ânah. stay right here. stay on me. where you belong. ya try to leave again and I swear to god Iâll make you fuckinâ crawl back.â
toxic!possessive!remmick who gets off on the idea of someone else hearing you scream his name through the wall.Â
âmoan louder, baby. câmon. donât you want âem to know who fucks you right?â
toxic!possessive!remmick who when you hit below the belt, say something about how he needs youâand thatâs when he loses it, slams you against the counter, pulls your panties aside, and growls:
âyeah, I need you. so fuckinâ bad Iâd ruin us both for a taste. let me show you just how much.â
toxic!possessive!remmick who grins when you call him crazy.
âyeah? good. âcause sane men donât love like this. sane men donât fuck you like theyâre tryinâ to carve their name into your goddamn bones.â
toxic!possessive!remmick who tells you everything he does is for you. the violence. the lies. the blood. he says it soft, hands cradling your face after a fight.
âyou think I like hurtinâ people? no. but i will. iâll do it for you every fuckinâ time. and I wonât lose sleep.â
toxic!possessive!remmick who makes you say you love him during sex. over and over.
 âtell me you love me. louder. louder. wanna hear you say it while Iâm inside you. wanna die with that sound in my fuckinâ ears.â
toxic!possessive!remmick who tells you no one will ever love you like thisâlike he does. not because heâs insecure, but because he knows itâs true.
âainât a man alive whoâll bleed for you like I will. ainât a man alive whoâd die smilinâ with your cunt on his tongue.â
toxic!possessive!remmick who ties your wrists with his belt not just to fuck you, but to prove a point. youâre not leaving. you canât. you wonât.
âyou fight like you mean it, baby. but you fuck like you need me more than air. so which one is it? huh?â
sitting between pope's legs while he rubs at your clit...your head resting on his chest while he coos and condescends youâŠâso wet for me baby?â heâd ask, a shit eating grin splitting his face. all you can do is whine and shove your face in his neck. âooh, yeah you are baby. listen to that. thatâs so nasty, yâknow that? so nasty dripping down onto my sheets babyâŠâ
when you get close you start to kick your legs out, a bratty pout on your lips. heâd grip your jaw and force you to look at him, laughing at the forced pout on your face. âwhat is it, baby, too much?â you shake your head no, though tears are streaming down your cheeks. he kisses them, licks them off even.
ânever too much for my girl, hm? câmon, cum for me. make me proudâ
pope who knows his dick is big so everytime you makeout and start to put your hand on him, he pushes it away. now you just think âoh okay, heâs not ready for intimacy yet.â understandable!
but it gets to a point where one day you convince him to pull down his jeans and you see his thick, heavy cock slap against his tummy. i mean heaaaaavy, like the crimson pink tip is so big & his balls are spilling out of his boxers and heâs soooo warm.
and youâre just staringâ gazing, rather. his cheeks & ears are so red and heâs avoiding eye contact nervously as his fists clench and unclench. bare assed, sitting on the bed sheet and swallowing as he pinches his mouth and looks at you⊠sweet, doe-eyed you. you coo âoh andrewâŠâ in lust and heâs shakily replying ââm just⊠really big, didnât wanna scare you off⊠or anything.â
â summary:Â canât stop thinking about this tweet. so hereâs this!
â pairing:Â clark kent x reader
â warnings:Â 18+ mdni, smut, no plot just porn, p in v, praise kink, rough sex, squirting, breeding, overstimulation, inappropriate use of x-ray vision
â word count: 1.2k
You knew Clark was Superman from the start of your relationship, with his metahuman strength and his heart of gold. He was always so tender with you throughout everything, so when you both tiptoed around intimacy, he was ever the gentle giant youâd imagine heâd be. Always making sure you were okay, soft lingering touches, making sweet love to you. He made you feel on top of the world.
In no way were you not enjoying yourself, but sometimes you wanted nothing more than for him to push you into the bed and fuck you senseless. You wanted him to have you drooling in the bed, fucked out of your mind. A few times during sex, youâd ask him to go harder, to pull your hair, and he always obliged. Just too gentle for your liking. Heâd move heaven and earth for you, but he was so scared of hurting you. He didnât know his own strength, and heâd never forgive himself if he was too rough. The one time you asked him to smack your ass, he acted as if you had asked him to throw you through multiple concrete walls.Â
It was another night of making love, Clarkâs head nestled into your neck, your hands gripping his shoulders as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. It felt amazing as usual, but you had an ache; you needed him to itch.Â
âHey, Clark.â You whimpered, pulling his head up to look at him. His thrusts slowed down, making sure you were okay.Â
âYeah, honey?â He hummed, his signature dimpled smile beaming at you.
âI need you to fuck me like you hate me.âÂ
As soon as the words left your mouth, his hips stilled inside you, his cock twitching inside of you. Betraying the concerned look lacing his features. âBut I donât hate you?âÂ
âYeah, honey. Obviously.â A laugh escaped your mouth, running your hands up and down his back. âI just want you to fuck me. I love making love. I love it. But I want it fast. Hard. I can feel you holding back, you wonât break me.âÂ
âI donât wanna hurt you.âÂ
You pressed a kiss to his cheek, âYouâre not gonna hurt me. I trust you with my life.â
âI donât think you know what youâre asking.â His eyes turned dark, staring down at you with a newfound desire swirling in them.Â
âI wanna feel you for days. Need you to fuck me silly, please, Clark.â You whined, clenching down on his cock. He was silent, reaching down to grip your thighs, wrapping them around his hips. He braced his hands on the headboard, gripping the wood. Without warning, he thrust up into you so hard all the air escaped from your lungs. It felt like he was in your throat, reaching places heâs never even been before. His hips are pistoning into yours so fast you couldnât even process it.Â
âF-fuck Clark, I canât-â A wanton moan escaped your chest, digging your nails into his skin of steel so hard it hurt your hands.Â
âOh, come on. This is what you wanted, right, baby?â He grunted, making you nod, drunk off the feeling. Nothing but the sounds of the bed creaking and the slick sounds of you creaming around his cock. The creaking sounds got louder, and suddenly there was a loud crash. The bedframe splintering underneath Clarkâs hands, the bed slowly falling apart around both of you. He shielded you from the debris, never once letting up his pace.Â
âThe bed- fuck-âÂ
âYou feel so good, honey. Letting me use you like this.â His eyes were dark, pressing hard kisses against your neck as the bed slowly slumped to the floor. He was so lost inside you, he barely noticed the splintered wood beneath his hands. And he was fucking you too good for you to care about it. Moving to grip your hips harshly, fucking up into your body as if you were nothing but a toy for him.Â
There was no way you were able to speak with how fast he was going, the only thing alluding to you cumming was your loud whimpers and your cunt squeezing his cock.Â
âIâm right here, baby,â Clark promised, moving your legs up, determined to fuck into your guts, âBeing so good for me, huh? Look at you coming on my cock.âÂ
His eyes didnât move away from where you both met, a white ring of release forming at the base of his cock. As soon as you were able to get some air into your lungs, you moaned his name over and over.Â
âC-Clark, I canât-â Your legs were trembling under his hold, every part of your body was on fire. So overstimulated in the best way. Clark shushed you, letting one of his hands travel down to thumb at your puffy clit.Â
âYes, you can,â He cooed, admiring the way you fluttered and shook around him. All you could do was take it, your body greedily sucking him in still. Your second orgasm coming fast, feeling different from before. He tried not to use his x-ray vision on you, but he couldnât help it. He could see your release growing, pushing against your walls, just begging to be let out.Â
âW-wait-â You stuttered out, moving your hands to try and slow him down. âI feel like Iâm g-gonna-âÂ
He had a mischievous glint in his eye, continuing to hit the spot inside you that had you screaming. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head let him know he achieved his goal, your cunt spurted around him. A deep pleasure rolling through your body, a new sensation that had you cursing, not asking him to do this sooner. The warmth of your release had Clarkâs hips stuttering, chasing his own high not far after yours.Â
He tried to keep his pace, stuttering over your trembling frame. Never once stopping his praises.âIsnât that good, baby? Knew you could do it.âÂ
âI love you. Love you so much.â You slurred, practically seeing stars.
âO-oh.â He whimpered, his cock twitching inside you. He was mumbling âI love yousâ as he watched his cum seep inside your womb, filling you up so much he could feel it leaking on the bed, mixing with where you soaked the sheets. Soon, he was gently flopping his body on top of yours, pressing small kisses to your sweat-lined skin. Both of you are catching your breaths, holding each other in the post orgasmic haze.Â
Clark felt it before he knew what was happening, his head rattling on your chest. When he looked up, he saw you stifling your giggles. Contagious, Clark was unable to stifle his own laughter, and soon both of you lost it in hysterics.Â
âOur bed is broken.â You wheezed, looking around to where the bed was now sitting on the floor in a pile of snapped wood. âSo fucking worth it though.âÂ
At this, Clark looked up at you, your skin glowing and your face blushing. âIâll buy you whatever bed you want. Iâll fly to Paris and get you one of those expensive ones. Or Iâll build you one with my own bare hands-â Cutting his romantic rambling off, you smiled down at him. âMaybe after round two? I mean the bedâs already broken..âÂ
meeting DAVID CORENSWET at the screen test for superman, falling in love playing lois lane, having a whirlwind engagement that lasts two months, and happily married by the time the movie comes out. everybody could see you two had eyes for each other based on the blatant chemistry and shameless flirting during the social media marketing. the nail in the coffin was david joking that just you and him were going to make a âmovie in the bathroom later.â when youâd mentioned the set had incredible restrooms. even playing sequences as awkward and as dry as love scenes, you two made it look easy. heâd get carried away with it all, grabbing you the way he did, letting your hands roam, kissing you with visible tongue on camera⊠it was more than a little suspicious. youâd frequently get lost in his eyes, and play it off in the gag reel saying, âheâs just so dreamy, look at him! can you blame me?â you two are always together, always giggling with each other, youâre always elbowing him when he says something dirty under the guise of a joke. no one is surprised when they find out you two visit each otherâs trailers and dressing rooms for more than just running lines. maybe it starts out with the making out in the kitchen scene but it ends with a desperate sort of prone bone with his hand on your neck so he can kiss your cheek and jaw while heâs balls deep.
like he knows it soothes you before bed & gets you extra comfy, so he does it every night(or whenever youâre having anxiety) without a second thought!
and he doesnât just scratch the same place over & over until itâs rawâ no, thatâs lazy, and jack abbot is never half-assed when it comes to you.
lightly scratching your back, your arms & thighs, giving you little kisses while he cuddles you closer under his left arm as you lay on your tummy. whispering âyouâre gonna be so cozy, gonna sleep so good tonight baby. mmm, is that nice? you all snuggly?â
new dad!Jack Abbot doing skin to skin with your newborn baby <3
It's quiet in the hospital room. Jack's been sitting by the window for a long time now, watching the snow fall and looking over to check on your sleeping form ever so often.
The last 24 hours have been a lot on you. You're sleeping, getting well-needed rest, your little puffs of air the only sound in the room. This and the little coos coming from the bundle in Jack's arms.
Jack smiles down at yours and his baby, his heart hurting with overflowing unconditional love for the little worm resting easy against him. His hand is so large against baby's head, it baffles him how something so loved can be so small.
It's a good thing he runs warm in general because the little worm seems to be very comfortable like this, snuggled against his naked chest and soaking all that loving attention up like a sponge. Baby coos once more and Jack hums, his knuckles brushing over the soft peachy cheek that isn't resting over his heart.
"Let's give mommy some more rest, okay, sweety? Cuddling with daddy is nice, isn't it? No need to make a fuzz, hm?"
Baby blinks at him, thinking about it for minute before seemingly agreeing and snuggling back into the warmth Jack provides.
God, his heart is so full.
His beautiful strong supergirl is finally sleeping and her and his baby is with him, all cozy.
Jack leans back and closes his eyes, letting the bliss wash over him. Baby's hair is whispy soft against his hand and your lips part peacefully in your sleep...
oral (Â preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc. )
This man is absolutely nasty when it comes to giving.
He'll do anything to get a taste of you. Rather it be sitting on his face, riding his face, or wrapping your thighs around his head. Hell he'd even get on his knees for you.
He can't stand when you try to run, so he snakes his arms around your legs and hold you in place.
pace (Â are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He likes to take his time and savor the moment, so usually things are nice and slow.Â
It's not dragged out, just a calm pace enough to still have you wrecked.
The closer either one of you are to your climax, though, the faster he'll go.
Completely different story if you've done something to provoke him beforehand. Like teasing him, annoying or ignoring him, or he's had a little bit to drink and thinks you look too tempting for your own good.
quickies (Â their opinions on quickies, how often? etc.)
Beni isn't too fond of quickies.
When he wants you, he wants all of you. So he'd rather wait until he can have you all to himself.
risk (Â are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He is all for experimenting. It's part of the reason why he's so experienced. Taking risks is nothing to him, just as long as you're down with it too.
Doesn't matter if it's the risk of getting caught or the risk of getting you pregnant by going raw for the first time.
To him personally, the thrill makes things more intense (in a good way ofc.)
stamina (Â how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He's not called Bad Bunny for no reason.
Honestly, he lasts for a good 45 minutes before his first nut. But don't worry because he can go for however many rounds you want him to.
If you somehow aren't worn out before him (which you are. every time.) he won't stop until you are.
toys (Â do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He doesn't personally own any toys but he may or may not have bought you one or two out of curiosity.
However, if you ever brought up the idea of using them during sex, he wouldn't hesitate buying it to surprise you.
But he would also have to fuck you into admitting he's way better than the toy.
unfair (Â how much they like to tease)
He can't help but to tease you from time to time. The way you get so needy for him just really does something to him.
His teasing usually consists of him cooing at you and asking you what you want and if you should get it.
"Aww, mira a mi chica. TomĂĄndolo tan bien." ("Aww, look at my girl. Taking it so nice.")
volume (Â how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Does NOT care how loud he's being or what sound he's making. If you're making him feel good, he's gonna let that be known. He wouldn't want you to suppress your sweet sounds, so why would he quiet his?
He makes every sound in the book. Moaning, groaning, whining, whimpering, whatever. It's just however you're making him feel at the moment.
wild card (Â a random headcanon for the character)
Benito genuinely is a wild card. He just needs someone to match his freak
Has like five unreleased songs with your moans in the background from tapes he's recorded. With your permission ofc.
x-ray (Â let's see what's going on under those clothes)
6.5 on soft, 8 on hard, veins snaking deliciously up the curve of his length, pretty girthy but not too much.
yearning (Â how high is there sex drive?)
He may think you're sexy 24/7 but he isn't thinking of sex 24/7. So I would say his sex drive is pretty calm.
Only riled up by; his biggest turn ons, if he wakes up with morning wood, again, any type of liquor, or you initiate something.
zzz (Â how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He won't fall asleep until he knows you're okay and comfortable.
Benito is usually very gentle and caring after sex. If needed, he'll bring a water or run you a bath even offering to wash your body.
If you're too tired to move after, he'll wipe you both down. Then, he'll put your clothes back on, unless he ripped them in the heat of the moment. Finally, he'll cuddle up next to you.
body part (Â their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners )
He loves your ass and is not afraid to express it. Constantly complementing the fullness of your hips no matter what you're wearing. Even if you have hip dips he doesn't care. One of his favorite positions consists of doggy based on the sole purpose of the perfect view of your ass.
cum (Â anything to do with cum, basically )
He isnât too particular about where it ends up, as long as itâs on you or inside you.
Really appreciates if you're a swallower though.
dirty secret (Â pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs )
Early on, before the two of you were ever involved, Benito struggled with feelings he didnât quite understand. You were his best friend, and he didnât want to risk changing that. At first, he tried to ignore it, distracting himself with random thoughts or cold water whenever those feelings showed up.
However, after the third time he started thinking 'Lo que ella no sabe no le harĂĄ daño'. ( What she doesnât know wonât hurt her. )
Just on the other side of your bathroom door, there stood Benito. Shaking and panting as his hand pumped vigorously up and down. Teeth clamping down on his shirt as a pathetic attempt to muffle the sounds crawling up his throat.
experience (Â how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing? )
Heâs very experienced and confident in what heâs doing. Over time he pays close attention to every reaction you haveâwhat turns you on, what pushes you over the edge.
Takes note of what makes you shudder in public and what makes your thighs clench.
He notices how your breathing changes when his hand nears your warmth. He remembers your sweet spots and which position makes you moan his name the loudest.
favorite positions (Â this goes without saying )
Missionary:Â Enjoys this position because he gets to stare into your eyes as he buries himself between your legs.
Doggystyle:Â He loves watching your ass bounce back against him while he deepens the arch in your back.
Cowgirl:Â Watching you top him is something but actually seeing the roll of your hips as if you were gliding on top of him is something dangerous.
goofy (Â are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous )
Usually too caught up in the moment. Not to say he's too serious but not to say he's humorous.
If there happens to be a mirror anywhere or you ever agree to tape a video, he'll smile at the sight of your fucked out state.
Or if he's teasing you by asking questions know damn well your brain had already turned to mush and you were too far gone to answer.
hair (Â how well groomed are they? )
He does have a bush but keeps it well groomed. As well as his happy trail which he shaves from time to time. (only when he's bored)
intimacy (Â how are they during the moment? )
Extremely intimate during sex. He wants your attention on him and him only. He enjoys watching your expressions change as the pleasure builds up.
Whenever he notices your hands clenching onto something, he takes hold of them. Then, he starts leaving sweet kisses up and down your arms, whispering tenderly.
jack off (Â masturbation headcanon )
He's never too good for masturbation. He just doesn't do it too often. The only cases he really will is if you send him a nude or you're having phone sex because he's away and you miss each other.
kink (Â one or more of their kinks )
Hair pulling:Â Let him catch you with a fresh slicked back ponytail and he will eat you right off the bone. His fist full of your hair, pulling your head back to place messy kisses on your lips as he fucks you into the couch.
Size kink:Â In missionary his eyes always catch the bulge moving in and out of your lower tummy. Can't help placing both of your hands on top of it so you can surely feel how deep he's going.
Dirty talk:Â This but make it soft. His voice low and raspy as he whispers things like;
"AhĂ tienes, chica bonita."Â ( There you go, pretty girl. )
"Mierda, te sientes tan bien."Â ( Shit, you feel so good. )
"Mira ese bonito coño, tan mojado mami." ( Look at that pretty pussy, so wet mami. )
location (Â favorite places to do the do )
All around the house. Literally. He does not mind. He actually prefers it because of how much space it allows him to have. When it comes to things like car sex or sex in smaller places it's a little cramped because of how big he is.
Though if he had to pick specifically, it would be some place where he could see the outside view. Balcony, penthouse window, etc.,
motivation (Â what turns them on )
Benito likes when you become needy for him in public. Something about you running your hand down his chest, kissing his neck, or getting a little bold when others are around really gets to him.
Dancing also drives him crazy. If you know how to move your hips or give a proper lap dance, heâs completely done for.
Please tease him by whispering all the things you want to do to him and licking the shell of his ear. That's all he wants from you.Â
no (Â something they wouldn't do, turn offs )
He hates the idea of a threesome or sharing you with anyone else. Heâs extremely possessive when it comes to you and prefers keeping that side of your relationship just between the two of you.
a/n: after minor setbacks i finally did it. PLEASE spare me if this is ahhđđœđđœđ
