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Cumming inside you just before you go out with your friends, so that the feeling of my cum dripping down your thighs throughout the day will remind you of who you belong to 🖤
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Cumming inside you just before you go out with your friends, so that the feeling of my cum dripping down your thighs throughout the day will remind you of who you belong to 🖤
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Ilya has a lot of shame around aftercare. These days, now that Shane is his boyfriend and he can admit how much he loves him, aftercare is one of his favourite parts of sex.
He loves bringing Shane a warm towel, helping him wipe down. He loves massaging soap on Shane’s sore, but relaxed muscles in the shower. He loves bringing Shane a snack and feeding him by hand. He loves how boneless Shane goes, how snuggly and warm and carefree.
But he can never shake the feeling of deep regret after each time. He remembers how, for years, he did not do this for Shane. He would let himself indulge just as much as he dared, laying in bed together for a couple minutes, sometimes showering together (but that always ended in shower sex), throwing a towel or clothes at Shane.
The first time he tried to provide the type of aftercare he wanted, was the day Shane left him for Rose Landry. Shane insists he didn't 'leave him for Rose Landry' because A. they weren't together and B. he met Rose weeks later. But since Ilya was the one that got left, he feels entitled to call it how he wanted to.
"I'm sorry," Ilya apologized one day, running his hand through a pliant Shane's hair.
"For what?" Shane mumbled.
"For not doing this," Ilya said. "For so many years. For just kicking you out."
Shane sighed and propped himself up on his elbows. "Ilya."
"What?"
"You never just 'kicked me out,'" Shane scrunched up his nose. Adorable. "If you had tried to do this at first, I probably would have freaked out."
"You did freak out," Ilya sulked.
"I did," Shane smiled and leaned up to kiss him. "I love this, you know? I love that you take such good care of me afterwards."
Ilya felt warmth spread inside his chest. "I'm glad."
"But," Shane caught his eye. "I didn't need it. You always took care of me, maybe just not this much. But I never felt, I mean, almost never felt bad afterwards, except, you know."
Vegas. They had talked about that, extensively.
"But, Ilya," Shane continued, cupping his face in his hand. "I don't think that I need this as much as you do."
Ilya considered this for a moment. It was true - this settled Ilya, it convinced him that he did well, he took care of Shane, and made him happy. He didn't hurt him.
"You don't need this?"
"I do," Shane said. "But so do you. So if you're sorry about not doing it, so am I."
"But, I am..."
"You're what?" Shane challenged.
"You're right," Ilya conceded and gently pushed him back down. "Then let's both make up for lost time, yes?"
Mechanic!Toji x Fem!Reader
Stuck With U
Summary. A kind man helps and takes you in for the night, as you're stranded because it's raining cats and dogs, whilst your car needed some fixing.
contents. gentle toji, dad!toji, age gap(toji is 30, reader is 23) light fluff, masturbating(both), toji taunting, dominant toji, oral sex(both), spitting, couch sex, teasing, praising, degrading, aftercare <3
wc. 4.3k
art creds : @moonlightengel
It's summer break at last. One more year then you'll be freed from hell (college). You're driving on the way home from your dormitory. You had to run some errands earlier, so here you are... driving at 8pm.
You absolutely love summer. Going to the beach, having picnics at the park, wearing bikinis and sundresses, but most especially, the summer break. Although, summer is not all fun and sunshine. It also means that if it rains... oh boy. It's gonna rain pretty fucking heavy.
before you and nanami started dating, you thought you had him all figured out.
quiet. composed. polite to a fault. the kind of man who holds the door open for strangers and tips too well. the kind of man who never interrupts, never forgets birthdays, never texts past ten unless it’s an emergency.
you thought you knew what kind of lover he’d be. careful. respectful. maybe even a little restrained.
you were so wrong.
because nanami kento is the definition of “gentleman in the streets and freak in the sheets.” not the loud kind. not the messy, aggressive kind. he doesn’t degrade. doesn’t spit unless you ask. doesn’t choke unless you beg. and even then, he makes you say please.
but he knows how to ruin you. with quiet control. with devastating precision.
he learns you like a language. reads you like scripture. he notices the smallest things. the shift in your breathing when his hand rests on your thigh, the way your hips tilt slightly when you want more. he catalogs it all. stores it away. and when you’re under him, you feel it. every inch of that studied, focused attention.
When you're fucking someone that has to piss, hearing them whine about how they can't hold it, each thrust hitting right up against their poor aching bladder
But you don't stop, oh no, hearing the broken moans only spur you on, pounding into them harder and harder until you hear that final embarrassed squeak leave their lips as the first spurt comes out
They try so hard to stop, their muscles tightening and fluttering as much as they can but it's not enough when you're hammering into them mercilessly, small spurts turning into a stream, and a stream turning to a gush as they moan and finally relieve all that pent up pressure
They're so lost in the relief that they don't realize how close they are, their hips bucking back onto you further until suddenly they're cumming around you, the climax hitting them like a ton of bricks. You follow suit soon after, stilling your hips and burying yourself deep inside them, filling them up nice and full
Then, of course, there are lots of cuddles and aftercare as you fall asleep in each other's arms😩❤️
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First Time - Beau Maxwell
Blurb: Beau wants your first time to feel special, even if that means fresh sheets, your favorite candle, and a suspiciously well-planned Spotify playlist.
Warnings: 18+, smut, virgin reader, first-time sex, oral sex, fingering, protected sex, slight discomfort and light spotting, gentle aftercare, established relationship, soft Beau
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You knew Beau had cleaned before you even stepped through his bedroom door.
The hallway outside looked exactly as it always did, a pair of sneakers abandoned near the wall and somebody’s sweatshirt draped over the banister downstairs, but his room was suspiciously untouched. The floor had been cleared, the clothes that usually collected across the chair were gone, and the comforter lay smooth over freshly changed sheets.
Then the scent reached you.
You stopped just inside the doorway, recognizing it before you found the candle flickering on his dresser. It was the same Bath & Body Works scent you stopped to smell whenever you wandered into the store, the one Beau had once claimed was indistinguishable from every other sweet candle lining the shelves.
He nearly walked into your back before realizing you had stopped.
“You bought my candle.”
aftercare with Megumi Fushiguro <3
you and Megumi Fushiguro were still panting, sprawled on his messy bed sheets, and tears from overstimulation drying.
The both of you turned to look at each other at the same time, before lightly chuckling at each other.
Well, Megumi more of a soft exhale and a half soft smile, half smirk. His face post-sex was pretty, there was no other word to describe it. Messy hair clung onto his sweaty forehead but also sprung out of his head in different places. His eyes were a little glossy but emerald, and his lips and cheeks were bright pink, and puffy.
But he thought you were an angel.
The awkward and flushed smile on your face with skin clear and glowing as you sub-consciously cover your breasts with your arms. He reached out and brushed his knuckles on your face as you slightly flinched but leaned into it. “That was.. a lot..” “yeah..” you murmured. And he then pulled you into his bare chest.
You landed on him with a small (thump!) and wrapped your arms around his neck, head resting on his pec like a pillow. “Did I hurt you?” He asked, casually yet a hint of worry, and you smiled at that, cradling his face. “Nope, and I didn’t regret a thing.” You booped his nose. “So… you’d be down for trying it again?” He asked, face flushing at how much he liked that experience.
But you kissed him, more soft and gentle than the rough desperate kisses moments before.
“If it’s with you, gumi. Only you..”
you fiddle with his fingers before breaking into a grin. “Those moans and whimpers are somethin’ I wanna hear again.” And you imitate him, exaggerating your voice and making pornographic worthy groans as his brows furrow and cheeks blush bright red before he lightly swats you on the shoulder. “Shut up.” He mutters, but strokes your hair when you bury yourself into his chest again, feeling drowsy. “hey, don’t fall asleep on me now, we still gotta clean up.”
You hum, nuzzling your head on his pec. He sighs, lovingly of course before chuckling at your antics. Weren’t you just mocking him two seconds ago? But nevertheless he stands up, gently untangling himself from your own sweaty and sticky body. “I think I made a mess.” You mumble, flushing at the white bedsheets now stained with blood from the new experience.
You knew he wouldn’t be mad over things like that, he’s your boyfriend. But it wasn’t any more reassuring. “It’s alright, I’m running a bath and we’ll change the sheets later. Moments later after hearing his bare feet padding in the bathroom, his shiver from the cold tiles and then the warm hiss of the bath, he comes back to carry your limp body, pressing kisses and cooes before placing you into the bathtub, him following suite behind you.
You lean into his broad chest, letting your body soak the water and bubbles around you. “Lean forward a little babe.” You lean, and feel his veiny hands lathered in soap massage your scalp and hair, washing it with unrushed and gentle precision.
You sigh at the pressure, feeling even more sleepier than the minute. “I wouldn’t fall asleep in the bathtub if I was you.” You huff, keeping yourself awake before facing him, and rising a little to wash his hair.
“You don’t-“
“I want to.”
And he obliges, whatever his girl wants, his girl gets. You liked taking care of your Megumi. Scrubbing him in soap, massaging his tense muscles and sneaking kisses in between. It felt almost more intimate than sex. In a way. The both of you rinsed off and Megumi arose from the tub, water droplets dripping before finding his towel, lazily wrapping it around himself and heading back to change the bed sheets. Afterwards, with now only sweatpants on, towel discarded some where, he went back with a towel spread open and wrapped you into a towel.
“Here, you can use these.” And he tossed the oversized T-shirt and his basketball shorts on top of your head. “Thanks.” When you stepped out of his dorm bathroom, hiding a little of your body in the doorway, you noticed how he sat on the side of the bed, head hanging low as his elbows rested on his bent knees.
There was a lot of hickeys on his Biceps, collarbone, neck…
“you counting my hickeys?”
“There’s a lot..”
“well, don’t just stand there, come and do something about it.” He said gruffly, yet his voice was laced with softness, only something you could catch. Taking small steps to him before settling in his lap. His calloused hands immediately found their rightful place towards your waist, his thumb rubbing and pressing into your skin. He laid back, you following in his embrace as he cradled you, on his chest, rubbing your spine up and down, the both of you not realizing how he was controlling your inhales and exhales as his hand moved.
He draped his quilt over the two of you, waiting until your body went limp into his arms before admiring you. So vulnerable in his embrace, like an angel. His angel. His free hand that was resting behind his head found its way to your smaller hand and squeezed it, like a reminder that you were there, you were here, you were with him, in his love, his space, his life.
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