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{ more weeknd inspired smut bc why the hell not?}

Konig's hips met yours again, his hand gripping your thigh. " Fuck.. fuck stay quiet libeling. h-he'll hear you." he whispered, his head resting between your neck and shoulder. His other hand covering your mouth, his palm sweaty from your moans and rapid breaths.

this was wrong.

you both knew. but neither of you could stop.

your boyfriend was asleep just upstairs. he treated you so well. like a princess. bought you anything, planned for a future with you. never got mad at you, you had all his passwords. he was your dream guy.

but you couldn't keep yourself away from your ex. from Konig. you could hang up when he calls late at night, fucking himself into his fist while he tells you how much he misses you. how no other woman has made him as hard as you do. how much he wants to kill your new man.

and truthfully, you couldn't stop your fingers from rubbing your clit, collecting the wetness that dripped from you.

you felt ashamed, guilty even. but you knew that if you left your man now, going back to Konig he'd cheat over. and over. the same way he did the last 3 times. but they way he'd make it up to you, fucking you senseless, whispering how much he loved you, how he was thinking about you and your pussy while he fucked whoever.

but here you were, on your living room couch, knees pressed to your chest, tears brimming your eyes as his hips slammed into yours, jerking you and the couch up. " fuck.. can he fuck you like this? I b-bet he cant.. other-otherwise.. fuck.. you would've kicked me out." he groaned, gripping you harder. you clenched around him, your hands gripping his shoulders.

small whimpers left his lips every thrust, followed by either a praise or a loud groan. he wasn't scared of your man waking up. in fact he was praying he did. he hoped he'd walk down and see you beneath him, back arched and eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. it made him twitch in you, made him wanna fuck you on the bed even.

" k-konig~" you whimpered, muffled into his hand. he growled, moving faster, sucking your neck. he missed you. more than the sexual aspect, he missed you in his bed. waking up to you. but you were someone else's, even with his marking covering your body, his cum filling you up. you were someone else's now. "I know libeling.. me too. imma f-fill you up..fuck" his head raised, eyes hooded as he watched your face twist in pleasure.

your hands dropped to your clit, rubbing it at the same pace as his thrusts. his hand went from your throat to your neck, gripping it. " come on baby.. c-come back with me.. ill fuck you s-so good.. treat you b..better." he moaned, eyes pleading with yours.

for a moment, you almost said yes. the way his dick slammed into your pussy, kissing your cervix. how he knew just how to touch you, making you cum within minuets. but he was unloyal. he hurt you, over and over. you were happy now. with a man.

but when the tears from his eyes dropped onto your stomach, his thrusts becoming more aggressive, you felt a pain in your heart. what if he was serious? what if he changed? "y-your mine.. all mine.. fuck imma fill you with my cum libeling.. I-im gonna get you fucking pregnant." he slapped your hand away from your clit, taking over.

your back arched, whimpers and moans leaving your soft lips after each powerful thrust. " p-please Koni~" you whined, looking up to him. he grunted, leaning down and slamming his lips to yours. you felt him pick up the pace, whimpers from him leaving his lips. "I-im cumming maus I-im..fuck!" he groaned, a bit too loud, his last thrust a bit too powerful. the couch hit the table beside it, knocking off all the pictures. his hips jerked forward, trying his hardest to keep up the pace.

you felt the knot in your stomach quickly named undone, your own cries of pleasure slipping from your lips. hid body dropped to yours, his arms wrapping around you.

"please libeling.. come with me." he said into your chest.

Masterlist

Pairing: König x afab reader

Summary: you two have been dating for a while, but you always thought that of the two of you, you were always the needy one, and he was just too humble to make the first move. König proves you wrong.

Warnings: smut (under cut), there is almost no plot there, just pure shameless smut

AN: this is an experiment, I wanted to find out if I can write smut without 5 years of prior story and slow tension buildup) I`m still too ashamed to ask for beta reading, so prepare for loads of mistakes.

You were patient. You didn't touch him, when you two weren't alone. Didn't want to make him uncomfortable, and besides the wait was always worth it. Königs` kisses were an absolute unearthly experience. The first one was always light as a touch of evening breeze against your skin. Just a humble request. Hope burning in his chest. But as soon as you answered, pressed your lips to his, moved in unison with him, he was lost. Hope gave way to desire, necessity. His arms wrapped around your waist, pressing you against his broad chest. His tongue slipped between your lips, in a desperate urge to taste you. Königs` heavy sighs and muffled moans echoed in your head as he tortured your lips with the most intoxicating touches, cupping your face with his tremendous hands. And then there was his piercing gaze. Silverish eyes never leaving yours, roaming around your face, lingering on your lips…

But this all was reserved for the times you were alone. You knew it well and waited, till your friends leave, and he stays to help you clean up after the party. "Leave it to me," he says behind your back as you put a stack of dishes in the sink. You don't leave the sink. "I need something to keep my hands busy. Otherwise, I'm risking... never mind."

He takes your hand and lifts it up to his face. “Leave.” A soft kiss is pressed against your knuckles. “It.” His hot tongue leaves a wet trail down to your fingertips. “To me.” He gently sucks on your fingers, holding your hand in a tender, yet firm clasp, stopping you from trying to get back to washing dishes. Now that's quite bold of him. You were convinced, it was always you, who was so impatient for his touch, who craved his kisses. But right now, he was proving you wrong. He didn't even wait, till all your guests were gone.

It was a miracle, you lasted so long and behaved so well, saying goodbyes to your friends. König was standing right behind you, waving at the last person leaving your place. No, he hasn't touched you more since that few blissful minutes on your kitchen. He just stood there, so close, you could hear his heart beating faster with every next minute.

based off of a dream I had, not explicate poly!ghostface but its borderline y’know???? anyways enjoy hehe

Stu Macher x Fem!AFAB!Reader x Voyeristic Billy Loomis

WORD COUNT: 3152

WARNINGS: nsfw, established relationship (stu and reader), pre poly!ghostface, oral (afab receiving), fingering, dirty talk, degradation, cum play, cum eating, cum shot, billy joins in, creampie, unprotected sex, weed, alcohol, couch sex, voyeurism (girl i still dont know how to spell that lol),implication of more sex/threesome, not proofread

“Billy’s comin’ over to watch the movie with us by the way.” Stu calls from the other room and you hum, shaking the popcorn bowl absentmindedly. You weren’t shocked; wherever Stu went, Billy seemed to follow. You liked Billy. He was nice and funny, always had you and Stu in stitches, and you’d be lying if you didn’t say he was cute. “That alright with you?” 

Stu wraps arms around your waist suddenly, making you jump. You hadn’t heard him walk into the kitchen. He laughs, kissing your neck, and you nod. “‘Course it’s alright with me. Billy’s cool; as long as you two don’t ignore me I’m fine.” He hums against your skin, planting soft kisses along your pulse. Sighing, you lean into his touch. “When’s he gonna get here?”

A knock at the door has Stu pulling away from you with a grin. “Now.” You groan, rolling your eyes with a smile when he kisses your cheek and goes to open the door. “Sorry babe, I’ll make it up to you, don’t worry.” You hear him open the door, greeting Billy and immediately jumping into a conversation that you have no chance of being able to follow. 

Brahms: I think you mean 'give me strength'.