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Steve Harrington x shy fem!reader [4.7K] no one's ever gone down on you before and you're feeling a little shy about it. luckily, boyfriend steve is happy to show you what it's like. 18+

“I’ve never—” you swallowed, unsure of your words, hardly able to make sense of them when Steve Harrington was on his knees in front of you. “I mean, no one’s ever done this to me before.”

Steve Harrington. The Steve Harrington - as if he hadn’t officially been your boyfriend for almost two months now. Sometimes it was difficult to remind yourself of that, that the prettiest boy in town was all yours.

He’d changed since high school, was a little softer around the edges now, if you had the patience to look for the signs. Less cocky, still confident, but he’d dropped the title of ‘King’ like it stung him, taking on a gentlemanly demeanour that was much more princely. His hair wasn’t as styled, he didn’t care whatever other people said - not as much, anyway.

It suited him, this smaller crown. Less showy but still just as golden.

“Oh,” Steve replied, eyes wide with surprise but not judgement. “Shit, honey— I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… assume.”

Steve took his hands from your bare knees like he’d been burned, his cheeks heated and his gaze apologetic. You couldn’t say anything in response fast enough before the boy was pushing himself up from the footwell of the BMW and back onto the seat with you. He looked panicked, like he’d done something wrong, like he’d done something terrible.

“Steve—”

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve asked, I didn’t even think— well, I just thought—”

“It’s not like I’ve not done anything,” you were rambling. Panicked. “I’m not a virgin, I would’ve told you— it’s just, I haven’t— no guy has ever wanted to do that and—“

“No, no, it’s okay!” Steve still looked wide eyed, like you were going to hate him, like you were going to break up with him. “I mean, that part isn’t okay— the guys you’ve been with should’ve definitely wanted to do that for you— but it’s, it’s… just should’ve asked before—”

He hadn’t done anything wrong, you needed him to know that. It had been a typical end to your night, first dates leading to second dates and more - fancy dinners and planned nights to the cinema and turning into comfier and more casual outings as you grew closer. So he’d picked you up after his shift and you clambered into the front seat of his car in a pair of comfy sweats and a t-shirt that was far too old. Steve had driven you both to a burger joint, shared fries and a strawberry milkshake in the front seats of the BMW as the sun went down and before it was time to go home, he parked up somewhere quiet enough for talking to turn into kissing.

He was always sweet about it, letting you call the shots and set the pace and you’d grown bolder, learned what he’d liked — learned what you’d liked.

But it had stayed relatively tame, a few hickeys and Steve’s hair a mess but nothing too below the waistline, not yet.

It was why he’d been so surprised when you’d pushed him back into the seat, his head falling back in shock onto the headrest, the back windows already steaming up from the heat of it all. Steve’s lips had parted when you’d swung a leg over his lap, dropping yourself on top of him with a held breath, your chest tight enough to burn. And without any other preamble, you’d launched yourself forward again, sweet and teasing kisses turning into something hotter, more desperate, now that you could feel the hard length of him pressed against the cotton of your underwear.

His hands had flown to your bare thighs, gripping you there as you licked over his tongue and when you let out a quiet moan, Steve felt like he was going to lose it. His hands wandered higher, skimming along bare skin and underneath your skirt until his palms found purchase on your ass, squeezing at the fat there, helping your hips move against him until you were panting into his mouth and he thought he’d died and gone to heaven.

Everything he’d done wrong in his life, everything he’d tried to right, everything he’d tried to fix - you were his reward, he just knew it.

He got ahead of himself then, panicked at the feeling of you rutting along his cock, the length of it pressed under his jeans and you. He could feel how warm you were, the beginnings of a wet spot on the front of your underwear and you were holding his face in your hands as you kissed him like you were scared he’d stop.

It was enough to make his dick jump, twitching and leaking at every pretty sound you made, every graze of your teeth over his bottom lip as you kissed him more and more feverishly.

He was going to come, he could feel it. He knew it. The warm, tightening sensation at the base of his spine was blooming, his cheeks turning pink, his hips bucking into yours helplessly. He wasn’t going to come in his pants, not in the backseat of his car, not like this, not with you. You deserved more than that.

That’s when he nudged you back onto the bench and dropped to his knees between the seats, crammed down into the footwell but your legs were spread and he could see that little damp spot on the crotch of your underwear.

He wanted to lick over the cotton, tease himself as much as you before peeling the underwear down your legs and pocketing the material.

And then you’d stopped him.

“I want to,” you told him earnestly, your voice a nervous whisper. He watched you lick your bottom lips, eyes wide and trained on his. “I do. I wanna do everything with you,” you admitted shyly.

You paused and Steve waited, kneeling up between your legs so his attention wasn’t as trained on the space between your thighs anymore. He leaned in, hands pushing at your cheeks, your jaw, fingers skimming soothingly over the skin there.

“It’s okay,” Steve assured you, his voice just as soft. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, nose bumping yours as he dropped another to the opposite side. “It’s okay to wait. I don’t mind-- at all, actually. You’re in charge here, okay?”

You leaned into him in lieu of an answer, lips searching for his and brows knitted together because he was just too fucking sweet to handle. Embarrassment still bloomed in your chest at the situation, at your own admission and you wanted to hide your face against Steve’s but the boy wasn’t having any of it.

He pulled away, chin tilting up to where you couldn’t quite reach him and he frowned at your saddened expression.

“Hey,” Steve tsked softly. “C’mon, you’re in charge, yeah?” He waited, looking at you with earnest, expectant eyes.

You nodded and cleared your throat, nerves and embarrassment swallowed with it because this was Steve. Your Steve. And he was looking at you like he’d give you the sun.

“Yeah,” you agreed and Steve smiled so you did too. “I’m in charge.”

It was only then that the boy leaned back into you, letting you press your lips to his for a kiss. He made it soft and sweet, languid and still tasting like the cherry you’d gifted him from the top of your strawberry shake.

——————

It took a few weeks to end back up in the same situation, this time in Steve’s bed.

There’d been a movie, you think, something that was supposed to be new and funny but you barely made it past the opening scene before you kicked away the remote control and moved into the boy. On your knees, weight pressed into the mattress and your mouth pushed to Steve’s because ever since that night in the back of his car, the sight of him on his knees for you hadn’t left your mind.

If Steve had been surprised at your sudden attack, he didn’t say. In fact, he welcomed it greedily, just as starved for you as you were for him and he pulled you down to meet him without much fanfare.

It was easier now, you were less shy, more willing to show your boyfriend how much you wanted him too. You showed him with greedy kisses, feverish and desperate, your hands sinking into his hair as Steve coaxed you onto his waiting lap, his hands skimming over your waist and your hips and the swell of your ass. You pushed him into his pillows without much thought, Steve’s hands taking you with him, lips never parting as he groaned into your open mouth and your tongue traced over his.

He was already hard, you’d noticed, the feeling of him in his sweats pressed between your thighs sparking the similar feeling in your tummy, the one you always seemed to get the minute the boy got his hands on you. Steve never seemed embarrassed either, always eager to show you exactly what you did to him and apart from a few fumbles in the dark, Steve’s hands slipping under your shirt to flirt with your pebbled nipples over your bra, there hadn’t been much else but kissing.

Tonight felt different.

You wanted tonight to be different.

So you did as you’d done on the car the week before, rolling your hips over Steve’s as you kissed him harder, nose pressed to his cheek as you pulled at his hair and hoped he’d fall apart for you. He did, or almost did, groaning louder than before and gripping your waist almost too tightly as he tried not to jerk up into you.

He lost it a little, hands slipping to your ass to palm at the bare skin peeking out from beneath your shorts, blunt nails scratching nicely over your upper thighs. Steve heaved out a breath, pulling back just enough to look up at you. He was all pink, flushed cheeks and messy hair pushed to his pillows, lips shiny from your kisses as he tried to slow his breathing.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he rasped, trying to sound authoritative but his fingers were trailing inside the legs of your shorts to play with the elastic edge of your underwear and he couldn’t take his eyes off of your heaving chest. “I swear, you’re actually trying to kill me.”

You grinned, still shy, still a little embarrassed at the effect Steve had on you, the effect you seemed to have on him. But despite your boyfriend’s suggestive touch, he didn’t stray any further. You remembered what he’d told you that night, eyes locked on yours, filled with sincerity.

‘You’re in charge.’

You swallowed, throat tight, trying your best to conjure up some bravery from the pit of your stomach. “Hey, Steve?”

Steve was busying himself at your neck, lips pressing kisses to the sensitive skin underneath your jaw and chin. He hummed, a silent question, a barely there answer and you almost forgot what you wanted to say when he nipped at your neck.

“Yeah, honey?”

“Remember— remember the other night? When you said… that I was in charge?” You asked quietly, head ripping back to let Steve do what he wanted, his lips still on your throat. “When you were gonna— uh, gonna go down on me?”

Steve paused but only for a second, seemingly deciding that reacting too strongly to your words would be a bad move. So he placed one last kiss underneath your jaw and then pulled back to meet your gaze. He was soft and warm, his eyes searching yours to make sure you were comfortable and when he found what he was looking for, he nodded.

“Yeah, yeah I remember.” He pushed you from his lap and back onto the bed, gentle and soft with it, easing you back into the pillows so he could lean over you and place a reassuring hand on your waist. “You been thinkin’ about that?”

You were grateful to be off of him, too pent up with being on top and feeling how hard you’d made Steve, finding it easier now to look up at him, your hands playing with the hem of his t-shirt. “A little,” you murmured. And then you corrected yourself. “A lot.”

Steve grinned, unable to help it and you were adorably shy even when talking about him putting his mouth on you but it just made him all the more wild at the thought. He moved his hand to your tummy, fingers moving over the soft pudge of it, his thumb stroking close to the waistband of your shorts.

“Yeah?” He asked again, sounding eager now, sounding hopeful. “What about it, babe? Steve watched you stall, lips moving without words coming out and he smiled, making it easier for you when he said, “you wanna try it?”

You could feel yourself burning, a little in embarrassment but mostly at the idea of it. You’d spent many nights since it was first brought up lying in bed and picturing your boyfriend between your legs. You’d thought about his hands on your thighs, pushing them apart so he could lean in and press his lips to you. You wondered what his tongue would feel like there, if he’d be soft, if you’d like it hard, slow, gentle, teasing. Would he use his fingers? Would he look up at you while he did it? Would he make the same noises he did when you kissed him? When you rocked your hips over his lap and grinded against him?

You nodded, the breath sucked from your lungs. Suddenly, the room was too warm and it only got hotter when Steve grinned and moved to kiss you, peppering little touches of his lips over your cheeks, your nose and jaw.

“You gotta tell me then, honey, yeah?” Steve murmured softly. “Just so I know you’re okay with it. I don’t want to make you feel like it’s something you have to do—”

“I know,” you interrupted. You sat up a little, back to Steve’s headboard as you made sure to keep eye contact with him. He needed to know how okay with it you were. “You’re not making me do anything, I promise. I want to. I really want to.” You smiled then, nervous and excited and with your skin rippling with anticipation.

“Okay,” Steve smiled back. “You’ll tell me if you don’t like it? We can stop whenever you want, alright?”

You nodded again and before Steve needed to prompt you once more, you promised him, “I will, I swear.” Your cheeks warmed again at the memory of your nightly scenarios. “I think I’ll like it though.”

Steve laughed then, not at all meanly. “Yeah? Well, that’s a good start.” He caught your wrist with his hand, pressed a kiss to your palm like a promise. “I’ll try my best, yeah? We can find out what you like together.”

And didn’t that sound really fucking nice?

His hand moved to your waistband again, fingers skimming over the denim before finding the button and zip. Steve tapped it, eyes on yours. He raised his brows and asked, “can I?”

You answered by lifting your hips, falling back into his pillows once more as you sucked in a breath, buzzing with anticipation. Steve fumbled with the metal once, twice, before it popped open and he took his time tugging the denim from your hips. You panicked a little as you tried to remember what underwear you were wearing but you didn’t have much time to dwell on the thought before your shorts were at your ankles and then on Steve’s bedroom floor.

He smiled at your cotton boy shorts, plain and white. Nothing sexy but certainly nothing embarrassing either. But then he was moving, just like you’d imagined, up onto his knees before laying down between your own on his stomach.

“You okay for me to be like this?” Steve asked you quietly, a reassuring hand squeezing at the outside of one thigh.

Your brows rose at that and you suddenly felt horribly naive. “There’s other ways to do it?”

Steve laughed again, soothing away the sting of his amusement by kissing your knee. “Well, yeah, babe. Loads of ways.” His voice lowered a little, his hands trailing upupup until they were close to the elastic edge of your underwear. “I could have you on your hands and knees for me. Could bend you over, y’know?”

Your body lit up, flames licking at the inside of your stomach until they were crawling past your ribs. The idea of it made you squirm, hips twitching under Steve’s touch and he looked delighted at your reaction.

“Or I could get you to sit on my face,” another kiss, this time on the inside of your thigh as he moved closer, your legs over his shoulders. The tip of his nose pushed at the edge of your underwear and your toes curled into the sheets. “Really let you take charge. Would you like that? Wanna ride my face, honey?”

“I—” you didn’t know what to say to that and Steve buried his smile in the side of your thigh.

“S’okay,” he whispered. “We’ll work up to that, yeah? How ‘bout for now, I just—” Steve pressed a kiss just under your belly button, lips flirting lower until you felt his mouth just above your folds. Something in your stomach flipped. “—find out what you like best, hm?”

And he did.

You were surprised when he didn’t immediately pull off your underwear and the noise that came from your mouth when he put his lips on you was unintelligible. Steve pressed a kiss to the front of your underwear, nose nudging at your folds under the cotton. You let out a gasp, breathy and high, hips twitching up until you were pushing yourself to Steve’s mouth and you could feel his smile.

“Hey, hey, s’alright, honey,” Steve assured you. “Gonna take my time with you.”

Another kiss, and then another, tiny touches pressed over the front of your underwear before you felt the heat from this mouth opening, his tongue tracing the line of your folds. The cotton grew even more damp as Steve licked at you, pushing his tongue into your pussy, the material moving under his touch, moulding to your skin.

You were gripping the sheets now, knees falling open on each side of Steve’s face and you didn’t dare look down, not yet. Your eyes shut on their own accord, stars and colours blinking behind your lids and everything felt warm, everything felt fuzzy, like you had cotton balls stuffed in your ears and you were being pulled underwater.

Except there was a live wire in the pool with you, zaps racing through the current to make your entire body buzz, little electrical shocks every time Steve licked at you. His tongue moved deliberately slow, his eyes watching your face, your body, your chest, your mouth for every reaction you gave him.

You liked this teasing, this slow build, this lazy burn that was getting hotter and hotter. So Steve kept at it, pressing his mouth to your cunt, open and with his tongue pushed to you, doing his best to find your clit through your underwear and when he finally pulled back, he groaned at the sight. The white fabric had turned a little see through, translucent in the low bedroom light and Steve could see every part of you with your legs spread so obscenely.

It was a dirty, dirty sight. Something right out of his porno magazines he kept hidden under his bed. The material was stuck to you, showing off your parted folds, the bump of your clit, your little hole, wetter than any other part of you.

“Oh, honey,” Steve moaned, his voice a broken rasp. You looked down at him then, messy haired and pink cheeked and framed by your thighs. He was staring at your cunt, heavy lidded and with red, pouty lips that were already shining from his hard work. “Wish you could see yourself, you’re so fucking hot.”

You whined, embarrassed but not daring to hide your face from him - to hide Steve from you. He looked up at you then, smiling - no, smirking - looking too pleased with himself and he took his pointer finger and stroked it through your folds. You jumped, an immediate response that Steve cooed at and he didn’t stop until his finger was resting on your clit. It was already throbbing, a hot pulse under his touch and he circled it carefully, slow and gentle and giving it pretty, little nudges.

Steve watched it move under his finger, watched it become more obvious through the fabric and his lips parted as he looked at you. He couldn’t stay away for too long, moving his face back to you to press a kiss to it.

“Good?” He asked you, checking in with a kiss to your thigh as well. “You doin’ okay?”

You groaned your answer, your ‘yes’ coming out high and needy. But that’s all Steve needed to hear before he let his tongue drag across you again, the flat of it pushing against your clit, his fingers pulling at the waistband of your underwear so the fabric was pulled even tighter against your pussy. He moaned into you when you whined, nose buried in your folds as he pursed his lips around your clit and sucked a little.

Again, he moved away, leaving you panting, gasping, his hands tugging at your underwear again, his eyes lighting up at the way the fabric stretched over you. He swore, voice low and dirty. “Fuck, baby, I can see you clenching down for me. That feels good, huh? Getting those cute, little panties soaked for me.”

You weren’t sure where your sweet, soft boyfriend had gone, but you certainly didn’t mind this replacement. Steve looked wild, drunk on the sight of you and you were more than happy to lay back and let him toy with you, his fingers and tongue winding you tight like screw top, ready to be sent spinning.

Your hands went from the sheets to Steve’s hair, grabbing at the beats strands, in desperate need to anchor yourself to him. You almost wanted to pull him up your body, having him crawl back up to you so you could claim him for a kiss. The need to have him closer was burning. But then Steve took pity, fingers curling into the sides of your now soaked underwear and you didn’t hesitate to lift your hips for him.

They were pulled down quickly and they soon joined your shorts on the floor and before the boy could ask, your legs fell open once more, shyness gone in the heady need for the pleasure the boy was giving you. Steve beamed, lying back between your thighs and his eyes greedy, taking in all your slick, bare skin.

“Oh, there’s a good girl,” he hummed, his hand smoothing up each side of your waist, taking your shirt with it. “Play with your tits, honey, lemme see them, yeah?”

You did as you were told, face burning as you pushed up your t-shirt and wrestled the cups of your bra out of the way, tits spilling out of them. Your hands shook a little as you pressed them together, hard nipples peeking through your fingertips and it was all filth, a lewd, pornographic scene that you wanted to give Steve.

“Ohh,” the boy moaned in appreciation, the sound rumbling in his chest and he rutted down into the mattress, seeking relief on his hard cock that was straining between his waistband and his stomach. “Look at you, Christ. You’re so damn pretty, you know that? Gonna let me make you feel good, baby?”

You nodded, whining until your words were just noise but they all sounded very much agreeable. So Steve ducked his head back down and used one of his hands to pull your leg out further, spreading you wide as he kissed a line from your entrance to your clit. And just when you thought he’d suck the little bundle past his lip, he let it go in favour of licking over your folds, left and the right - and the right up the centre of you with a wide, flat tongue.

“Steve, Jesus fucking Christ,” you moaned loudly, jaw unhinged and head hanging back on his pillow even when your back arched for him. “That’s— fuck! Don’t stop.”

Steve soothed you with gentle hands on your thighs, thumbs rubbing circles into the fat there and he hushed you. “M’not gonna stop, honey, don’t worry,” he spoke into you, lips pushing against your pussy with every word and you wanted to cry, you wanted to beg. “You wanna come already?”

It should’ve been a mocking thing to ask, the ‘already,’ holding so much amusement but you didn’t care. You couldn’t. Not when the boy was letting the soft tip of his tongue circle lazily around your clit, dragging it down to your neglected hole until he groaned when it clenched around him, his own hips bucking once more.

“She’s so needy,” he whispered, in awe. “And so damn wet, Christ baby, you feel good?”

You nodded, head bobbing exuberantly as you propped yourself on your elbows to get a better look. Steve grinned up at you and he nuzzled closer before bringing his hands to your cunt, thumbs spreading you open as he ordered, “keep your legs open, yeah? Good girl.”

And then he was closing his mouth around you, his tongue flattened against you as he sucked gently, the pressure of your clit being pulled into his mouth too much to handle. You keened, a high gasp that left your jaw hanging, eyes clenched shut in euphoria. The colours behind your eyelids turned to explosions, glitter in the air as Steve licked and sucked at you, the same pattern over and over again until you were pressing your heels into the bed and pushing back up to meet his tongue.

“I’m— Steve? Steve, I’m gonna come—”

His answering groan was almost as loud as you, his hands leaving your folds so they could grab at your ass instead, fingers pressing almost bruisingly into each cheek so he could hold your squirming hips against him. He didn’t let up as you chanted his name, knees locking around his head like a vice and when you let out a high pitched wail, pushing at his forehead, he pulled back with a disbelieving laugh, a half gasp.

“Holy shit,” he groaned, eyes roaming over how soaked you were, the way your chest heaved, how your heavy lidded eyes were set only on him. “That was so fucking hot, honey, like Jesus Christ—”

He didn’t get to finish as you grabbed him by the collar of his t-shirt, hauling him up until he was frantically crawling over your body, his hands braced on the mattress as you pushed yourself up to meet him. You were both breathing heavily but you stole a kiss anyway, his lips slick and shiny and tasting like you.

You found you didn’t mind at all, your body burning at the reminder of what he’d just done, the taste of yourself on his tongue and yours, the thrumming pulse of your orgasm still simmering through you.

“Good?” Steve was grinning into the kiss, grunting and gasping when your teeth nipped at him, your tongue tracing the line of his cupid's bow, chasing your taste. “Fuck, baby—”

You nodded, nose bumping against his and you wanted to sob at how good he’d made you feel. Words didn’t seem enough to be able to express it. “Yeah, yeah, oh my god-- yeah, it was good.”

Steve was still beaming, more happy than smug, because you were elated, glowing from the high of it all and he’d done that for you. But before he could soothe you back down to earth with more kisses and soft hands, you were pushing him off of you and down onto the mattress. His cock was still throbbing and the taste of you still coated his tongue as you straddled him, your shirt falling back down to cover your pretty tits but he could see the shiny slick from your pussy peek out from under the hem of it as you sat on his lap.

He didn’t get a chance to question you.

“I wanna return the favour,” you said quietly. Soft but determined. “Show me how.”

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girlwithalotoffeelings · 1 year

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18+ MDNI

I cant stop thinking about Eren being desperate for you 24/7...

This man is so whipped for you, its actually comical.

He's constantly asking if he can put his dick in you for a little bit. He doesn't even care if you guys are actually fucking he just likes the intimacy.

He gives absolutely zero fucks about what you two are doing or where you are.

"Baby, let me stuff your pussy while you do your make-up please?"

"Come sit on my cock while I play this game."

Like just imagine...

You're on your bed laying on your stomach just minding your business, trying to take a nap, when you hear him come in. There's a few moments of silence until you feel him strip your yoga pants and panties down to rest under the swell of your ass. In your half asleep dreamy haze you feel him spread your ass open wide which makes you stir

"Shhh, just go back to sleep." You feel him stroke your hair lovingly and slip two fingers into your waiting cunt. You whine and whimper as you grow needier. A quiet whisper "Fuckkkk yesss" can be heard as his long and thick veiny cock sinks into you so deep making you feel so amazingly full as usual.

Don't even get me started on how he gets so horny for you doing mundane tasks

"Lift your skirt for me, please." Missing the questioning tone and sounding more like a demand.

"WE'RE IN A FUCKING GROCERY STORE!"

"So? No one's gonna see, I promise." You didn't even get a chance to reply before he has your skirt in hand. Pulling your panties to the side and thrusting himself violently inside you, bottoming out. You choke out a gasp at being fully impaled on him so suddenly. He kisses your temple when he hears you hiss and whimper as tears start to sting your eyes from the stretch with no prep. You shiver as you hear him mumble a soft "Such a good little whore for me," with a sigh of content in your ear. He starts moving in and out of you slowly, only stopping when another person walks into the aisle.

He let's your skirt hang around you as normally as possible, while he goes in as deep as he can and stills. Grabbing something off the shelves and putting in infront of you as if you both were reading the label. His jacket covering both your sides from view while the cart blocks your front.

The man walks past you both and leaves the aisle, without missing a beat Eren starts pounding into you again. "See, no one will know. So just be a good slut for me while I use this pussy to jerk off my fat cock, yeah?" He ended up cumming deep inside you, making both of you moan louder than you should. He pulled out and tucked himself back in his jeans pulling your panties back into place. He cups your pussy pressing his fingers on top of the cotton, and rubbed rough circles onto your fucked out hole. "Keep all of it inside, baby. We don't want people to ask questions if it starts to drip onto the floor."

How he'd just walk up to you on the couch and spread your legs while you watched you favorite show. He is very happy to see his personal fucktoy so ready for him, splayed out on the couch naked. Wordlessly laying between your thighs, taking his time to eat you out hard bringing you to atleast 3 orgasms before sitting up and sinking his cock into your needy pussy.

He whines so loud and deliciously as he buries himself to the base. He lifts your legs and pushes them to your chest, allowing him to go impossibly deeper. The scream that you let out when he starting roughly humping into you was enough to turn him into an absolute mess. He starts POUNDING that pussy so hard that he barley notices the bulge that forms in your lower belly.

But when he does tho.... he goes absolutely feral with the sight of his cockhead poking out under your skin just bellow your belly button.

He forgot what it even feels like to cum anywhere besides your wet and warm holes. Like this man straight up refuses to cum if he can't stuff it deep inside you one way or another. Even if you ask him to cum somewhere else he only agrees if he can push it into you with his fingers afterwards.

This man's moans, whimpers and whines are fucking immaculate. He is so vocal and absolutely unafraid about being heard, he is so pussy whipped he couldn't care any less if he was being too loud.

In conclusion this man has me by the neck and the pussy. I just know he's packing ONG!😫

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starofthesea7 · 1 year

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König~ Bitte (please)

(König cums too fast - pure filth)

König is a grunting mess beneath you, cheeks flushed deep red, eyebrows furrowed in ardent need. Brawny, scarred fingers grip threadbare cotton sheets, white knuckled— green eyes glossy with tears as he gazes down at you with fervour, pleas spilling from bitten lips. He’s in full tactical gear, fresh from the field, completely covered from your gaze, save for his bare crotch on full display between the zipper of his undone canvas pants.

He’s inexperienced- you could tell, even though he’d never murmured a word on the subject- it is laced thoroughly throughout his needy actions, the way his hips buck at the smallest touch you give his pale, rippling thighs, or how his heavy cock jumps when you praise him with sweet words. And there’s something so electrifying, having this beast of a man, in a killer’s uniform, writhing beneath you- it all goes straight to your head.

He is colossal. Infused with motor oil, brine and secondary cigarette smoke and the dirtiness of it- of him, cracks open the inviting door to even filthier actions.

His head is pressed harshly against the cool cement wall, damp hair curling around his brow. His mouth hangs agape— a glint of canine flashes in the dim light. His exposed his cock is tall and waiting eagerly for you and he’s embarrassed- you can tell by his flushed cheeks- embarrassed at how hard he is when you’ve barely even touched him- his engorged cock flushed deep purply red— glistening with a bead of pre spend at the sensitive head. Fuck.

His voice is rough and strangled, an honest attempt to string coherent thoughts together, “—ah, bitte, please...” He trails off, unsure of what he want’s you to do, all he knows is that he wants you.

You hold his gaze, vehemently, as you remove threadbare cotton in a swift motion, to revealing your naked frame to his widening eyes, you’re in nothing but a black thong and his glassy gaze is glued to your chest, he’s unable to tear it away, all gentile manners falling to perverse automatic action, he’s once more a teenager exploring his first playboy, struggling to take it in. Hair cascades around peaked nipples, and you’re a vision. He lets out a ragged breath at the soft swell of your breasts, truly questioning whether this was real- whether this was just another of his wet dreams and he’d wake up alone and have to shamefully clean sticky cum off himself. “You are…” he trails off on a ragged cliff, as if no known, spoken word could describe you, and the thought makes your heart swell against your ribs.

There’s a push and pull in him, you can feel it. Part of him instinctively wants to take control, have you his way, throw your body over the desk and ravage you- you both know that physically he can do whatever the fuck he wants with you. But something in him keeps him sat, under your control. He’s dying to do as you say, to follow your lead. The king has surrendered, and you are his unexpected successor.

Your hips bulge as your legs spread wide to fit over his massive thighs. Sinewy muscle tenses under you and the sight of his cock just waiting there for you makes your stomach clench. He’s staring at your crotch, at the small patch of wet fabric and the way it clings to the outline of your puffy cunt. There’s something pornographic about the way he’s fully dressed in tactical gear, complete with steel toed boots and dirty canvas pants, and you mount him bare, save for a sopping thong. Your airy, sultry voice cuts through thick, sweaty air, “Has it been a long time, König?” You’re being a bit patronizing, frankly, but you can tell he likes it, or he wouldn’t be this hard- pre-spend oozing out of his swollen slit.

His eyes rise to yours, and his pupils are blown wide, his voice breathless, “Ja-fuck-yes Maus, been so long. Please, touch me.” Your soft hands find his lower belly and its taught and veiny, skin scorching, you trace his abs, over his whisper of a happy trail, and you feel his muscles tense beneath your fingers, littered with scars. Your softness melts into his roughness and you’re pulled into him as if he possesses his own gravitational force. You gather his pre-spend from his stomach on two fingers and he watches with bated breath as you raise them to your lips, you take them deep, and the poor man doesn’t know what to do with him self. He’s briny and bitter and you want to force the taste further down your throat. A pathetic sound leaves his mouth, and it makes your stomach flop.

You rise up slide your thong to the side, exposing your cunt and he’s eager to position himself for you. Ready to bend to your every need, all he wants to be is good for you. You feel your stomach clench in anticipation as you are struck again with how thick he is- the thought of him stretching you out makes you thrum with anticipation. You’re sopping, and he’s dribbling from the tip— cock sliding deliciously easy, against the seam of you, right up against the choking split. Your fingers find locks of his hair and you ground yourself in him, as he catches harshly on the edge of your hole, right against your clit and pleasure shoots through your body. You’re both so sleep and touch deprived and that just makes you all the more fervid. You’re embarrassed at how fucked out you must look, but his head is thrown back and he’s almost drooling and you can’t look more desperate than him.

You run his mushroom head over the split again, and he’s unable to contain himself, softly bucking his hips into you, and when he finally breaches your hole, spliting you wide for him you let out a sharp sound, fingers harshly grabbing fistfuls of his hair. He sobs, voice ripping through his hoarse throat, “Ah-ah! Maus, fuck you’re so hot inside so… small.” It’s really he that’s large but you don’t bother correcting him. You tighten your fingers, fisting his hair, surely hard enough to hurt, as you inch yourself lower onto him. His fingers find the fat of your ass and hes pulling your cheeks apart, marks sure to bloom purple and blue later. His hand finds the waistband of your thong and he’s pulling it, overstimulation forcing him to action, the feeling of it dragging against your clit makes you keel. You hear the fabric rip, and he’s murmuring a slew of apologies. “Ah- I’m sorry maus-” You kiss his cheek sloppily in forgiveness. Salty and warm- stubble brash against your lips.

You pull back and his eyes drop to your little cunt, swollen lips stretching out around him and he’s in awe that you can take him so well. He’s definitely bigger than anyone you’ve been with before, but you can tell he doesn’t understand the extent of his size, and now is not the time to boost his ego, so you bite your lip and when your skin finally meets the cold metal of his zipper and he’s fully inside you sit there for a beat to adjust. Hes pulsing deep inside you and you can fucking see the outline of the head of his cock protruding from your belly, just below your bellybutton.

And when you point it out to him with a sickly sweet voice, “See you, so deep inside me König?”

He grunts, “Fuck me,” having to tear his eyes away a second later to keep from orgasming right then and there.

You begin to softly bounce your body above him, you tell yourself it’s to go easy on him, but truly you don’t think you could do move more with how deep he goes. Cold metal of his zipper harshly grazes your soft skin. Your breasts bounce with every movement and he pulls you into him, groaning into your shoulder, and sharp canines nick your flesh. Your grip in his hair mirrors your clench around him, painfully tight.

You speed up, slapping of skin fills the room, your flesh bubbles between his iron fingers and he’s whimpering into your ear, before you feel him twitch inside you. His eyes go wide and he’s suddenly blurting out, “Im sorry, I’m so sorry-ah, fuck.” His hips are bucking up into you faster, you feel them stutter, and his mouth falls open to softly bite your shoulder. His cock twitches, mushroom head notching somewhere deep inside you— and you can feel it in your stomach. He shudders all over, his huge form shaking with the strength of his orgasm, and then he blushes deep crimson. “I’m- A-ah,” Cum spurts out fitfully, and you feel it, hot and thick, filling your guts, and you can’t help but whimper into his hair at the feeling.

Warm pressure blooms in your belly. His deep raspy breaths grate against cold stillness.

Tears are brimming in his glassy eyes when he raises his head, damp curls falling across his forehead. Your cunt clenches at the sight and you redden at the obscene squelch it makes. He swallows hoarsely, “I’m so sorry. I wanted to…I couldn’t— you just felt so good—”

Another open mouthed kiss to his cheek makes him let out a soft puff of captive air.

“‘S okay König.” Your eyes sparkle, voice soft. “I can sit on your face, and you can make me cum then, yeah?” You smile coyly, as his eyes widen, cheeks flushing once more.

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laiiaaa · 7 months

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MAAM I need your thoughts on sleepy, needy sex w carmy just before bed so you can sleep properly :’)

i think…..,,, many things. many many thoughts about this. so so many. here are some of them <3

It’s later than normal when Carmen comes to bed, but you’re not quite tired enough to fall asleep yet. You welcome him with open arms, all freshly showered with damp curls and smelling so fucking good, you can’t help but let him lay on top of you, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms over his shoulders to scratch his back and run fingers through his hair.

“Mmm, Carmy . . .” you hum, “Want you . . .” You don’t just hear him but also feel him groan into your neck, feel the cant of his hips you reciprocate happily.

“Fuck, baby . . .” His head dips as he props himself up on his elbows, trailing wet kisses to your neck and shoulder. “Aren’t you tired?”

“Mmh, yeah, but . . . It’s been so long . . .” You shimmy your hips around, trying to get a feel but not getting enough. “Jus’ wanna feel you inside . . .”

“Yeah?” His breath fans over your lips, and he cages you between his arms, slack-jawed when your hands circle around his biceps and massage the muscle. “You miss it?” A soft, sultry kiss to your cheek. “You miss how I’d fuck you whenever you wanted it?” he murmurs against you to make you whine just how he likes.

“Mhmmmmmm . . .”

“I know, honey . . .” Lips ghost by while he talks, scattering kisses between thoughts. “Gettin’ all needy on me again now that I’m busy?”

“Please, Bear . . . Want it now, so bad. . .” You can feel him against you, his cock growing hard behind his boxer briefs. It has your head spinning, pressing back into the pillow with shallow breaths.

“‘S that right?” The tip of his nose traces the contours of your face. “Gotta open you up first, baby, hm? Since it’s been a while . . . Don’t know if I’ll fit—”

“You will,” you pant, chest rising and falling now that he’s speaking to you so, so sweetly, so sensually, every breath spurring another grind of your hips. “You will, I promise, jus’ put it in, I can take it—”

He scoffs, let’s his head fall again in awe before he brings a hand to cradle your jaw, pressing the pad of his thumb to your pout. “You want it that bad, huh?” He smiles when you hum against it, nodding your head quick and short with your back in a pretty arch, and he just keeps playing with you as he presses it between your lips, his bottom lip tugged between teeth when a choppy “Fffffuuuckkkkkk— . . .” slips out at the way you suck on his finger like it’s his cock.

It doesn’t take long until he’s pushing himself to sit up, and he relishes in your nails gently drawing up his back even though you quickly follow it with a whine of his name that he coos quiet. “Be patient, baby,” he promises as his rough hands smooth up your thighs to the waistband of your flimsy cotton shorts. “Just gettin’ these outta the way.”

Agonizingly slow, he lifts your hips with one hand and pulls down your shorts with the other, taking his time to rest your feet by his shoulders. He smirks down at you as he does it, lids heavy with fatigue and with lust and with need, teasing the cotton up your legs with his lips pressing chaste kisses to your ankles.

And he looks so sexy, clad in nothing but his underwear; strong, hearty arms on display with veiny hands he’ll hold you steady with; rough palms brushing up and down your legs as he spreads them wide to accommodate his breadth; back muscles flexing as he pulls you from your sleepy, heady daze with his tip prodding at your cunt, briefs pulled down his thighs because he needs it just as much as you do.

“So fuckin’ wet . . .” he muses, breathless when a stroke through your folds chokes a whine from your throat. He’s always so, so sweet to you, his hands smoothing your hair back from your forehead as he pushes inside, swallowing your moans with a deepened kiss and a huffed sigh. “You alright? Feel okay, baby?”

“Yes— . . .” you cry, hands hooking onto his shoulders and eyes slipping shut as he starts moving his hips, already hitting right where you need him—

But then again, you were so needy for him in the first place, you’re not sure anything but this would’ve had you sated. And he knows it, how you always take him so well; how your saccharine sobs expose how he’s fucking you the way you deserve; how your lower, drawn out whines beg him to fuck into you just a little harder.

“So big, Carmy—you feel so good . . .”

"Yeah? Fuckin' needed this, baby—fuck, y'know that? Know how much I fuckin' love this pussy?"

And you just whine into his mouth, lips making a pretty o he could get lost in if he weren't careful, and the stretch burns so good you could cry. "CarmyCarmyCarmy— . . . please— . . ."

"I got you—" He kisses you slow to swallow your pretty cries, a strong arm wrapped around your waist to lift your back from the plush of the mattress, making an arch to fuck you just right to have your brain turned to nothing, his neck going loose to let his head fall to the crook of your neck again, steamy-hot groans turning your skin dewy. “Fuckin’—oh, fuck, shit, baby—so fuckin’ tight, gonna—”

“Give it to me, mhm,” you nod, rearing back into the pillow, so much softer than his firm hold on you.

“Gonna make me come, baby, you’re so fuckin’ pretty like this—"

"Please," you beg, "So so good, please, want you, Bear—"

That has him fucking into you hard and slow, chest full. "Yeah? Want me t'fuck you full—? Like you deserve, huh, baby—?"

"yes yes yes yes yes—" is all you know how to say, and it's pouring out of you like it's what you're meant to do, and you'd promise him with the way he always knows just what you want, just what you need, that you'd do this every day for him, if he had the time.

And while moonlight spills through the window to turn the room twilight blue, he keeps you teetering right at the precipice of pleasure, lending heated kisses across your neck and chest as confessions of love beneath tangled sheets until you're left breathless.

Breathless, and sleepy, and intertwining your legs with his as you lay in his arms, lips pressed to his over and over again until your eyelids grow too heavy to bear.

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euphemiaamillais · 5 months

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blurb - coriolanus snow taking your virginity 🎀

cw: 18+//loss of virginity//fingering//piv sex

coryo would try to be gentle, kissing you tenderly for a while, hands gripping at your hips as you grind into his lap. you feel him hardening against your skirt, and his exasperated breaths as he attempts to remain careful, not wanting to hurt you.

he would soon give up though, his cock aching with want. you give him a knowing nod, your cunt slick at the thought of him finally deflowering you. he reaches a hand up your thigh, to your lace panties, and feels how wet you are, having soaked through the thin material. ‘is this all for me, baby?’ he asks, and you nod, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

‘please coryo,’ you grind desperately against his fingers, feeling them slip past your panties and into your slick slit. he groans at the feeling of your tight cunt around his fingers. coryo slips another in, stretching you out a little so you can fit his cock in you.

coryo slides your panties down, keeping you propped up in his lap; your eyes fixing on the large bulge straining against the fabric of his trousers. you press your wet cunt against his thigh, rubbing against it to ease the heat that throbbed from your clitoris. you are just as impatient as he, it seems.

‘uh uh, sweetheart,’ he scolds, moving you onto the soft cotton sheets of his bed. ‘look at what a mess you’ve made on me, desperate little slut.’ you glance down at the wet patch spanning the left thigh of his pants. how throughly ruined they looked.

coryo unbuckles his trousers, pulling them down to his knees along with his boxers. you spread your legs desperately, whining like a little whore. his cock is red and throbbing, so perfect looking that you gasp as you see it. it must be eight inches, and you squirm thinking about how it would feel to have it stretch you out.

he strokes his cock a few times to get it hard, and you watch as precum leaks a little from the tip. he leans down, propping himself up with his elbows. his cock presses against your bare thighs, and you reach down to rub it, but he slaps your hands away.

‘i don’t think so, princess,’ he warns, and you nod, eyes blown wide with want. coryo takes the tip of his cock and very gently guides it in, watching as your mouth stretches into an awed gasp.

he can barely keep himself there though, when he’s aching so bad for you, and eases himself in further, groaning gutturally. he utters a few curses, and you toss your head back, languishing in the way his large cock stretches you out. you feel so wonderful around him; so perfect—you’re his entirely.

‘good girl,’ he praises as he begins to thrust into you, your walls stretching around his cock. you can feel the veins of his cock as he fucks you, sending a shiver up your spine, and you let out a loud moan.

‘oh, coryo!’ you cry out, want dancing on your skin. he moves his hand up, fingers deftly rubbing at your clit, and you gasp once more. he works at you the same time he bucks into you, and you can feel the heat swelling in your core.

he continues to press against your sensitive spot, all the while fucking into your tight pussy, feeling as you clench around him. ‘you’re so fucking tight baby, i wanna fill you up with my cum.’ he groans, and a little cock-drunk, you nod your head, eyes rolling back as he brings you to your pleasure.

‘i think i’m going to—’ you gasp, feeling yourself come unfurled, cunt soaking his cock in your own spend. coryo feels himself nearing his own orgasm; and his pace speeds up, your wetness eking him on all the more, his cock throbbing at the thought of fucking you full of his cum.

he thrusts a few more times, the last ones growing haggard, and then coats your walls in a hot, sticky spurt of cum. ‘mmm, god,’ he continues to fuck you, pushing his cum back up into your cunt, wanting to have you full of him, to remind you that you’re his entirely. ‘you took me so well, huh? tight pussy taking my big cock.’ you nod lazily, body humming with pleasure.

coryo pulls his cock out, resting against the crook of your neck. you feel his cum leaking out of you, and press your thighs together, feeling your sensitive clit tingle from the excess of stimulation. he brushes your hair out of your eyes, which is matted with the beads of sweat on your forehead, and presses a kiss to your plump lips.

‘i love you, baby,’ he murmurs, and you feel your heart flutter. that’s the first time he’s said it to you, and your belly fills with warmth.

‘i love you too, coryo.’

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lilmashae · 3 months

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tu ne t’interesses pas au sexe? ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

your shy boyfie giving into temptation !

you invite him over to spend the night and after a long night of movies and conversations accompanied by takeout , you're beat — planting a kiss on his temple before excusing yourself to take a shower.

you were already driving him up the wall (as was he , with his legs far apart , leaning back into the frame of your bed — the semihard print of his bulge visible through the thin material of his pants.) , however , you wouldn't do anything about it because as far as your concerned , 'he's not interested in sex.' it was a conversation you two'd had a while ago — he was nervous and you could accept that.

but when you got out of the shower in that flimsy little shirt he might've forgotten how to breathe; the combination of the thin translucent cotton of your shirt accompanied by your tiny sleep shorts and puffy lips made his cock grow heavy in his pants.

when you kiss each other goodnight , and you turn over — now 'asleep' the last thing you expect to hear is the shuffling of bed sheets and muffled whines. unbeknownst to you , your supposedly innocent and sweet , 'easily nervous' boyfriend had tugged his pajama pants down just enough for his cock to spring free... and here he was , jerking off to the image of you , fresh out of the shower.

he knew it was wrong , and sure , he even felt dirty , getting off with you right there in your bed with you beside him. he wanted nothing more than to slip 'just the tip' of his shaft into your heat — however , he was hesitant — scared to cum within an instant of entering your cunt.

"shit..." his teeth sunk into his bottom lip , hushed moans of swears ripped past his throat.

you weren't really asleep... who can sleep that easily? giving into curiosity , you'd turn around , wondering 'what's all that noise?' — to see him sluggishly tugging at his prettily curved dick... the tip leaking pearls of precum that dripped and traces the adorning veins of his cock. arousal pooled into your panties — seeping into your shorts , realizing he had yet to catch you , catch him in the act. however , you were aware of how close he was — heavy breathing and pants suffocating your ears in the small room.

you watched as milky white fluid spilt , dripping down his hand as he continued to go — overstimulating himself , quietly choking out your name before you cleared your throat. "y/n , y/n..." you mimicked his breathless whispers , watching his eyes grow wide hearing your soft , tired voice. a little giggle slipped past your lips and you grinned , " 'not interested in sex?" again , mimicking him.

at this point , he's beyond shame — still stroking himself with flushed cheeks and hazy eyes. "...can i watch?" you're so pretty , gently smiling and sitting up your elbows , asking to watch him touch himself — how could he say no? especially if you'll let him cum on your boobs or maybe in your mouth or hands (if he gets lucky , he does) ! ♥

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guidelines and disclaimers | trying to upload a lot in the next few days because my birthday's wednesdayyy ! and i'll probably be very busy for the rest of the week 🩷

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lifeandjam · 7 months

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harempants-th · 5 months

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Palazzo pants cotton pants good design and comfortable to wear !! This beautiful pants made from organic cotton 100% (natural dye no chemical).They are comfortable, luxury, elegant and relaxation to wear them for any occasion. They have a half elastic waist make you feel comfortable for anytime anywhere you go.

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pennylanewrites · 2 months

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needy [eren yeager]

tags: aphrodisiacs, f!reader, bestfriend!eren, weirdo!eren, panty sniffing, masturbation, thighjob, multiple orgasms, lots of cum, spitting, pussy eating, panty stuffing, eren eats his cum? porn with little plot enjoy

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your friend eren loved snooping around your house. he would read your diary to make fun of you, use your expensive skincare products ‘because they smell good’ and eat your snacks.

this time, he was rummaging through your kitchen as you took a shower. his eyes grew wide when he found a sleek box of, seemingly expensive, chocolates. he pulled on the golden ribbon and looked around before popping one in his mouth. it was sweet and tart as it melted on his tongue. he hoped you wouldn’t mind if he ate one more.

how long had you been in the shower for? eren was spread across your couch, scrolling through his phone when he viewed your instagram story from last night. a mirror selfie of you in a tight, skimpy outfit and a drink in your hand.

“the fuck?” he muttered, looking down at his sweatpants.

images of you, naked in his shower flashed through his head. that was months ago and you promised to each other it was a one-time thing. so why the fuck does he have a boner right now?

when he heard your bedroom door close, he quickly got up and ran into the bathroom. the room was still steamy, and everything smelled like your body wash. sickeningly sweet caramel, but there was something else.

eren palmed his hard cock over his sweatpants, looking around until his eyes fell on the clothes strewn across the floor. he leaned down and his hands caught a piece of white fabric.

eren wasn’t really thinking straight when he pulled his pants and boxers down. neither when he fisted his cock, your panties still in his other hand. he brought them up to his face, stuffing his nose against the fabric.

now this, this was your smell. sweet and tart, like the chocolate he shamelessly stole from you.

“shit, shit, shit!” the middle part of your panties was stuck between eren’s teeth as he rubbed his cock, making a mess all over his stomach.

eren found you lying on the couch, bare legs hanging over the arm. his cock twitched when he looked up and you were wearing one of his old band t-shirts.

“hey.” eren’s voice came out weak, whiny. you grinned behind your phone, finally looking up at him.

“hey, you.” you lifted one of your legs up, poking his thigh with your toe. he caught your leg and pulled, making you yelp.

“hey.” he sat on the other end of the couch and pulled his hoodie down. you moved until your head was resting on his thigh and turned your attention to your phone. from where eren sat, he could see the curve of your breasts under the cotton shirt and your thighs squeezing together.

he could still smell you. taste you on his tongue.

“did you eat my candy?” you asked, flipping your body over to sit on your stomach. you looked up at him with a mischievous grin.

“w-what?” he could feel your breath, hot against his thigh and your fingers stroking his calf.

“did you?”

eren remembered you earlier that month, searching up aphrodisiacs on your phone. you had said you were curious to try them and showed him a box of chocolates you wanted to order.

“you should be more careful, ‘ren.” the nickname you gave him shot straight to his cock and he could feel it get harder.

“don’t call me that.”

“rennie.” you smiled against his thigh, eyes never leaving his.

“fuck you.” he lifted you up and held your body against him, slamming his lips against yours.

you lifted one of your legs over his lap, lowering yourself right on his erection. a groan escaped his lips and his hands gripped your waist. he guided your hips, gently rutting against his pelvis.

“sorry i ate your candy.” eren pouted against your lips. “but i really wanna fucking come now.” he tugged on your shirt, breaking the kiss apart to remove it before attacking your tits. his hands squeezed every inch of your body as he popped your nipple in his mouth, tugging on it desperately.

you got off his lap, just to remove your shorts. eren pulled his cock out, painfully hard and already leaking against the fabric of his hoodie. he shamelessly stroked himself while you took your shorts off.

“keep ‘em on.” he didn’t let you take off your underwear. he wrapped his arms around your hips and pulled you down, this time your back pressed against his chest. he lifted you up easily, spreading your thighs slightly with his free hand so he could place his dick between them.

“eren…” you threw your head back, kissing the length of his jawline softly.

“shit, y-you’re squeezing.” he looked down. you gently rocked your hips, thighs wrapped delicately around his cock. you both took in a sharp breath when his cock hit against your clothed clit.

eren couldn’t take his hands off your body, even if he wanted to. one hand fiddled with the frilly hem on your panties, the other wrapped snug around your chest.

“spit on it, baby.” he urged you. you leaned your head down, looking at the sticky pre-cum smeared all over the inside of your thighs. you spit right on the tip of his cock, like he asked you to, earning a guttural moan behind you. “fuck, fuck, fuck!” he pushed on your thighs, keeping them squeezed shut as his cock twitched between them. a painfully hard bite was left on your shoulder when eren finally came all over the front of your panties. he smeared it even further with his cock tip, before lifting you off him and placing you down again.

“what are you doing?” you blinked at him. eren kneeled on the floor in front of you, spreading your legs open and placing them on his shoulders.

“cleanin’ you up.” his lips felt hot against the skin of your thigh, his tongue flattened to clean up his mess on your thighs.

his green eyes, hidden under furrowed brows and teary eyelashes, stared up at you when he finally reached your middle. your chest heaved as you waited for his move.

eren wrapped his lips around the tainted front of your panties, sucking it clean. with trembling fingers, he hooked them to the side, pleasantly surprised to see his cum had leaked under the fabric too. he swallowed with a grin against your stomach.

“can i touch you?” his voice shook you out of your thoughts. you nodded hastily, shuddering when his cold fingertips came in contact with your clit.

he let a dollop of spit fall on your pussy before replacing his fingers with his tongue. your hand shot straight to his hair, pulling him snug against your heat.

eren had always been noisy. his sloppy kisses and licks and smooches echoed around the living room. he moaned against you when his nose bumped against your clit and, oh god he could smell you.

“you taste so good.” he pulled away just to praise you, his hand palming his cock again. it was more painful this time, sore and swollen, but he had this urge. he couldn’t stop touching himself.

searching for your discarded panties, he wrapped them around his cock this time. the fabric he had stained before, now turning a dark shade of gray again with his pre.

“ren, i’m gonna come!” you whined, the knot in your stomach about ready to come undone. if his mouth wasn’t attached to your pussy, you would have seen him smirk. he pressed his palm against your lower stomach, kept pressing until you cried out his name.

“is it sensitive, baby?” he coos, the soft pecks against your clit making you jolt. you tried shutting your legs, but eren was stronger. wrapping his elbow around your thighs, he pushed them back until they were on your shoulders and returned to your sensitive cunt.

“please, eren!” you whined, trying to push away from him.

“just a little more.” his words came out slurring as he licked around your fluttering hole. “need to come.” he muttered. he sharpened his tongue and pushed it inside you, making you gasp. he curled it around before pulling out and spitting inside. wet fabric came in contact with your pussy. your eyes shot open when his fingers worked their way inside you, along with the fabric.

“shiiit.” his voice strained as he got up. “gonna come.” hovering over you, he let your legs fall and they wrapped around his torso instinctively. his cock slapped against your clit before he started rubbing the tip on it, moaning loudly.

out of breath, he sighed softly when hot spurts of his cum dripped between your folds, the fabric bunched up inside of you catching most of the liquid.

“fuck, fuck, thank you.” he let his whole body fall against you, hands falling on your shoulders to pull you closer. “thanks.” he muttered between more profanities.

he slid down, leaving soft kisses on your collarbone, your chest, your stomach. you let out a sigh when he went back to kissing your puffy clit again.

“shit, baby.” he carefully removed the bunched up panties, watched them drip with his cum. “can i fuck you now?”

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Virgin!König x Virgin!Reader (fem)

MDNI 🔞

Part 2: Here

Master list

>CW: fem/afab,oral, anal, dirty talk

1.3k word count

You laid on your back with your legs spread wide open. Your pink cotton panties pulled to the side as Königs head rest between your thighs, his mask draped over you. His tongue flicking your swollen clit rapidly as he pumps his index finger in and out of your tight asshole. Your hands grasp the bedsheets beneath you as your head drops back onto the pillows behind you.

You can feel his lips wrap around your clit as he begins to suck softly, his free hand moves up your body and slips underneath your shirt. His large hand gropes your full breast, squeezing it tightly before grabbing your nipple. He began to tug on it lightly, pulling a deep moan from you. He lets go and cups your breast, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your nipple.

Your back arches as you moan out, one of your hands move to Königs hair, fingers interlocking with his blonde hair. König was licking between your folds up and down before circling his tongue around your clit. Giving your pretty pussy a few kisses before he pulls his finger from your ass. He sucked on his finger and looked up at you. You look down at him, wondering why he stopped.

“Schatz, what do you think?” König rubs his fingers across your shiny pussy as his gaze drops to between your legs.

You know he wants to fuck you. Both of you virgins, you’re too nervous to have sex after being told to wait your whole life. You look at him and shrug. Part of you would love to feel how his cock would feel inside of your pussy instead of your mouth, but you two have only been dating for six months and you want to keep to your morals.

“I don’t know…”

“Bitte… it would feel so good.”

“You know I want to wait until marriage Kö.”

“Can I at least… rub on it?” König sounded desperate to just get close to your warmth.

You look into his eyes and think about it for a few seconds, “Yeah, just that okay?”

König nods his head as his eyes light up at your consent. He quickly undoes his belt and begins to undo his pants. He stands letting them drop to his ankles. He grabs your hips and pulls you to the edge of the bed. His hand reaches out and pulls up your shirt to expose your breast to him, caressing both of them gently before sliding his hand down your stomach and gently squeezing the bit of fat you have. His hand continues on to your pussy, moving his thumb lightly rubbing your clit as his eyes devour your full form. To him, you are perfect.

You look at his blue eyes as they travel over you, your pussy sopping wet from his touches. He began to slap his fat heavy cock over your glistening folds before slowly sliding the pink leaking head along you.

A light sigh left Königs lips as he felt how wet you were. He began to softly buck his hips back and forth, holding his cock against your pussy and covering himself in your arousal. The feeling of him rubbing against your clit causing you to moan softly. His eyes meet yours as he leans forward, lifting his mask slightly to be able to kiss you. His lips clashing against yours as his hips buck forward.

He leans back and looks down at his cock on your pussy. He drags it down to your entrance, pushing lightly. You feel a pressure and close your legs.

“König, no.”

“I’m sorry,” he pulls back. “I just want to fuck you so bad.” He began to rub his cock against your pussy before speaking again, “What about your ass?”

Your eyes meet and you stay quiet for a while thinking about it, “Wouldn’t that hurt?”

“Sure, at first but then it will feel good. You like when I finger it.” His smirk hidden by his mask.

You playfully roll your eyes and bite your lower lip while looking at him. He looks down at his cock as he moves the head to press against your tight virgin asshole. His eyes look at your pussy before moving up your body to meet your gaze again.

“What do you think Liebe?”

“Promise you’ll be gentle?”

“Of course, Prinzessin.” König leans forward again, lifting his mask to kiss your lips. His hands removed your panties completely, taking a deep sniff before tossing them to the side on the bed.

“Get on all fours for me baby girl.”

You turn over and get on your hands and knees. One of his big hands pushes down on your neck and your back arches more as his other hand gently caresses your ass. You can hear him mutter something quietly in German as he runs his other hand from your neck down your spine.

He spits into the palm of his hand and begins to lubricate the head of his cock; with his other hand he began to finger your ass again. His middle finger pressing deeply while he strokes his cock.

“Ready?”

You nod your head in response and try to relax your body the best you can. You take a deep breath in as you feel him remove his finger before the sensation of him pressing the tip against you.

With one hand on your hip and the other guiding his cock, he pushes forward. His head slowly begins to stretch you as your body instinctively clench around him.

“Ahh,” a light whimper leaves your lips as your hands squeeze the bedsheets so tightly your knuckles turn white.

“Relax, you’re doing such a good job baby…” his voice trembling and dripping with ecstasy as he pushes his cock in deeper.

You relax your body, causing your ass to drop lightly. Königs big hands grasp your hips firmly and hold you up and in place.

“Your ass is so fucking tight,” he growls as his hips begin to buck back and forth gently. He slows to spit on his cock before beginning to pick back up his pace. Moans leaving his lips as this new sensation takes over his body.

His thrust become harder the easier it becomes for his leaking cock to fit into your ass: your body being fucked into the bed as you moan out from pleasure and pain. You can feel his heavy balls slapping against your pussy.

“Play with yourself,” his tone more of a demand than a request. You move one of your hands between your legs and begin to rub circles around your clit.

“Good girl,” his hand comes down and spanks your ass. A pained groan escaping your lips. He keeps a steady pace as he watches your tight hole stretch around his massive size. “You’re taking me so easily like a good little slut.”

A smirk comes across your lips as he calls you that, surprised by how much his words have turned you on.

“I’m going to cum,” König pants. His eyes closing as he becomes overwhelmed, your tight heat clenching around his dick making it impossible for him to go any longer. His pace slows and becomes slightly erratic as his cock throbs, whimpers spilling from his lips as his hands grip your hips tightly.

“Oh fuck…” he breaths in deeply before slowly pulling out.

You were about to move when he stops you, grabbing your hips again. You look back at him with a questioning look.

He grabs your ass cheeks and spreads them apart, admiring the gaping hole he left. You bare down slightly, pushing his sticky white cum from your ass hole. He let out a satisfied groan as he watched it drip down on to your pussy before landing on the bed.

König could feel his cock getting rock hard again as he began to move his massive frame back over yours.

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