(REQUESTED)

“Fuck all that other shit, Harry. We will run out of pills, but we can grow and harvest weed. That shit’s bad for you.” You scolded him as you rolled a blunt. He scoffed with a laugh, a weird sound really.

“You think weed’s gonna hold me down?” He asked you while slowly pacing around his room shirtless. You curled your finger towards yourself in a message for him to come to you. He followed and sat on the bed next to you. His fingers splayed across your naked thigh due to your comfortable clothing, consisting of a baggy graphic shirt and underwear.

“I’m gonna hold you down, Harry. I’m going to help you get through this shit before it gets bad. I will not let you have to go through detoxing, depression, or all that other bullshit. You understand me?” You asked him, looking straight into his eyes. His facial expression turned into something softer.

“I love you.” You smiled and leaned in to kiss him. You pressed his forehead against yours afterwards.

“I love you too. Don’t you ever forget it. Can you turn on some music, though? The silence is deafening.” You pouted before giving him another kiss and resuming your process to get high. The blunt was quite thick, but you knew good ol Mary J had a lot to compete with when it came to getting Harry high.

“For you, my princess.” He squeezed your thigh before getting up to go to his computer and turn on his speakers for some music. One of the playlists you made for him began playing and you smiled slightly at the thought. He came right back to the bed and sat behind you. He readjusted his legs so that you were in between them.

“It’s kinda girly, but I like when you call me princess.” You laughed a little to which Harry responded by wrapping his hands around your stomach and nestled his chin on your neck.

“Good to know, because you will always be my princess.” You finally licked and lit the blunt as the final preparation steps then proceed to hand it off to Harry.

“This is what we’ll be growing, so I hope you like it until we can scour out some different strains.” He took a deep inhale and a good amount of smoke exhaled out. He coughed only a little, but for Harry that was a big deal.

“She bites back, I like it.” He chuckled while thumping at his chest a few times. You got up and put away the rolling tray, replacing your hands with an ashtray. You set it on the bedside table as Harry exhaled again.

“Think you can keep up?” You smirked as you got back onto the bed. But this time, you sat in between Harry’s legs, facing him and wrapping your legs around his waist. Both of your guys’ love language was most definitely touching. If you were holding or being held by Harry, everything felt right.

“When I can’t feel my face, I’ll tap out.”

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You both finished the first blunt and you taught Harry how to roll the next one. He was having a little bit of a hard time, but you’d blame that on the first round. He actually didn’t let it turn out too shabby. Yeah the shape was a tad wonky, but no holes and he made it a decent size. Halfway through the present blunt, you definitely felt your high was sufficient, so you let Harry take a few extra hits and told him to save the rest for the morning.

“I feel good, baby.” Harry was leaning against the headboard with you still in his lap. His hands wrapped around your waist as you sat together.

“Yeah? Well I’m glad. I know you can do this, Harry. And there will always be urges, but I swear I will help you through them.” Your fingers ran down his cheeks and then cupped his face. He looked at you with dazed adoration.

“If you’re here, anything is possible.” He said softly and you chuckled before pressing your lips to his. His grip on you instantly tightened, pulling you impossibly closer, which took you by surprise.

“Oh, it’s like that huh?” You nuzzled your nose against his while your fingers fell down to the nape of his neck to play with his thick hair.

“My body is tingling…and I want you.” He spoke softly, but his fingers trailing to the hem of your shirt hinted that it wouldn’t be so soft. You grinned happily and took care of the boundary for him.

“A pleasant side effect of this shit, getting really horny.” You cupped his face once more and brought him in for a more heated kiss. His fingers fumbled around to get up to your bra clasp, once located, it was gone within seconds. You began moving your hips down against him to build up some friction. You should have known you were going to have sex while he was wearing those grey joggers, sans boxers.

“Y/N.” He groaned as your pussy dragged along the thick outline of his member, not much separating you two. His lips moved down to your neck and his fingers groped at your breasts. Your breathing sped up as you were receiving so much pleasure. His lips followed his fingers and soon his wet lips were worshipping your nipples. His fingers reached down in between you both to fiddle with your sensitive clit.

“Harry, fuck!” You threw your head back meanwhile he was engrossed with your chest. You felt one of his hands grip the back of your neck and redirect your eyes down to him. He looked up at you while his tongue flicked between your nipples. Biting down on your lip you let your hips react to his work on your lower lips. “You look so fucking hot, Harry.” Your hands were thrashing around in his hair, but the hand gripping your neck had other plans. You felt him smack your behind and gripping harshly, repeatedly.

“You’re hotter.” He husked out before pushing you to lay back. He peeled your wet underwear from between your thighs and you watched his body flex as he leaned over to get condoms from the side table. He was about to rip open the condom before his eyes closed in on your fingers, tapping your thigh, quite close to your heat. “Scratch that.” He leaned his body over yours and gave you a sensual kiss to which you responded gratefully to.

“Harry, please, I was so close.” You pleaded, feeling the pressure in your tummy begging for release. His hand grasped yours and guided it in between your legs.

“Touch yourself for me.” He whispered in your ear to which your eyes widened slightly. You slipped into oblivious pleasure as he set the speed on your clit, he then forced on of your other fingers inside of you. “So pretty.” He kissed you once more before leaning up and away from you. His hand fell down to his own joggers that had a small wet spot adorning them. He scooted them down to his knees, while watching you.

“I’m so close for you.” You fought to keep your eyes open as you began to put two and two together. His hand reached out to you and placed his fingers in your mouth. He removed them shortly after you moaned on them and placed his hand around his hard cock.

“Hold out for me, Y/N.” He started off quickly, obviously not wanting you to wait too long. His red throbbing tip was providing more lubrication by the second. Your knees instinctively hiked up as you felt yourself losing resolve. Your thighs were shaking against Harry’s bucking thighs and everything was magnified by your high. “Cum, fuck, cum for me.” He gasped out, barely being able to talk through his impending orgasm.

Your back arched against the bed and at the last second, Harry’s spare hand pulled you by your waist against his hand going at himself. You felt yourself cum and you pried your eyes open just in time to see Harry’s cock pump out cum to cover himself, your mound, your thighs, and both of your hands in it.

“That was better than getting high.” You breathed out in amazement. Harry looked down at you with his pupils blown, hair in disarray, and flushed cheeks.

REQUESTED: Please make a smut from Campbell from Society. Reader and Campbell have a lot of sexual tension and it finally breaks out. They end up going all over one another, lots of dirty talk and Campbell wants to please her every desire. They go slow foreplay and eases into sex. Lots of built up sexual tension comes to life. Perhaps what causes it is when they see one other flirt with someone and they get into a argument over it and they let go and give into how they feel.

“So…Y/N…what was up with Harry back there?” Campbell asked you while walking with you back to your house. You shrugged and kicked a nearby pebble out of your way as you passed.

“Nothing much really.” You recalled Harry approaching you in the cafeteria, asking you how you’ve been. Somewhere along the way you guys got pretty deep into conversation about what you missed about your old lives.

“Looked a little more than ‘nothing much’, but hey, that’s just coming from me and everyone in the cafeteria that saw you.” Campbell’s hands were fiddling inside his jean pockets as his attitude began to rear its ugly behind. He always had a temper.

“We were, bonding, I’d say for a lack of better words. Honestly, nothing crazy, Campbell, let’s get inside.” You ushered him up your steps and opened the front door to get inside away from the chilly night’s air. You remembered how Harry’s hand brushed up against yours, waiting for you to move your hand off the table, but you kept it there. So he grabbed it and held your hand as you got into deeper subjects. Then he started to lighten the mood, crack a joke or so, or point out people in the room and list off embarrassing moments they’ve had. You never thought to let go of his hand.

“I get it, it gets pretty hopeless in this place, but I’m sure there’s a better pick than Harry.” He pointed out with a slight huff as you both kicked off your shoes. You furrowed your brows and headed into the kitchen.

“Drop it, Campbell. No need to be an asshole to Harry.” You grabbed a glass and filled it up with water at the sink.

“If anyone’s the asshole, it’s always been Harry, and by hearing some of the shit he had to say today, it’ll always be Harry. You’ve got shitty taste in guys.” You turned around to see Campbell, smug, leaning against the kitchen island, and facing you, directly opposite from you at the sink.

“So what? You just mad you’re not getting any in around here?” Of course you had never had sex with Harry, but if Campbell wants to believe it, then why keep saying it didn’t happen? He wanted a rise out of you. However, his face turned sour at your inquiry.

“I wouldn’t need much work to get anything around here. Harry only dreams he could fuck anyone, even you, like I could.” You scoffed and nodded. It did cross your mind briefly once or twice, Campbell had a crappy attitude, but he wasn’t bad looking.

“Hop off your high ass horse baby. You seem to be a bit delusional lately, maybe chill on the drugs, and while you’re so high, imagine me with my clothes off. Cause that’s the only way you’d ever see it.” Didn’t like that comment either.

“Watch your fucking mouth!” He stepped forward, but you stepped forward as well, not backing down.

“Fucking make me! I dare you. Harry would never be able to get me to stop using it.” He rushed forward and pinned your body against the counter, his hands coming up to brace against the cabinets. This was getting hot and intense real fast.

“I would use your whole body, not just that bratty mouth.” One of his hands went to your chin, tilted your gaze upwards, and allowed him to look down at your lips.

“I’m only hearing words and speculation, your opinion is biased.” Your volume dropped significantly as you could feel yourself growing curious.

“You want me to show you, don’t you?” He leaned his lower region up against you and your lips parted in awe.

“Thought you didn’t like my bratty mouth?” You damn near whispered, followed by your tongue wetting your lips.

“If Harry can make good use of it, why can’t I?” Oh this is it.

“Campbell, I’d never let Harry use my body, because I want yours.” You closed the distance between your lips. He was momentarily stunned, before he returned the slow and sensual kiss. Your hands found themselves bunching up his jacket into fistfuls.

“Say you want me.” He broke the heated exchange in which you were temporarily dazed out of as his mouth left yours.

“I really, really want you, Campbell.” You spoke softly before backing him up into your room, adjacent to the kitchen. He helped you remove your top, to which you did the same for him, and he guided you to lie back on the bed.

“You’re beyond beautiful, yanno?” He asked you as if it was common knowledge. “It feels like your body reacts to me with…excitement.” He whispered before latching his lips onto your neck. You sighed out in pleasure as his hips instinctively grinded against yours.

“Am I game for you to play, Campbell?” You teased as he went for your bra clasp. He shook his head and revealed your bare chest.

“You’re my gift to unwrap. My mystery to uncover. Harry can jump out a window if he thinks he’ll ever have you like I do.” He spoke with a smirk before wrapping his pink lips around your nipple.

“Oh my god, Campbell.” You whimpered out as one of his hands dipped below your pants. He hummed against your chest and nipped at you with his teeth, before alternating breasts. His fingers were met with your damp lower lips.

“I’m gonna have you wrapped around my finger. You’re going to do as I say if you want what I can give you.” And without a second thought, you stupidly blurted out.

“Yes please.” This brought a grin to Campbell’s face as he teased your lips, never separating them to dive in.

“The bratty mouth has some manners. Now, you’ll do that every time I speak to you or please you, because I will be pleasing you tonight. Saying please and thank you are very important, Y/N. Understood?” You nodded immediately.

“Understood, Campbell.” His fingers started dragging your bottoms down your legs, kissing you along the way.

“You like to say my name, huh? Nobody says it as often as you do. You like to make sure you have my attention. You like to know I’m listening to every word that falls from these lips, right?” His lips stopped when he realized you had no panties on.

“Took you a minute.” You said with a shy smile. He said nothing, only forcefully spreading your thighs without a word. You grew more antsy as he just sat there, gripping your thighs, and letting yourself be presented to this man.

“That mouth will get you into trouble in the future.” Was all he said before he hunkered down and wrapped his supple lips around your clit. Your hands shot down to his thick hair and grasped as he did not start easy. He used his tongue deliberately to elicit reactions out of you.

“Oh my god, yes. Please don’t stop.” You whimpered as you really realized how deprived you were nowadays. If he stopped, you probably would have burst into tears, because it was so needed and so good. He pulled your thighs towards himself, burying his nose into your wet heat, and you removed one of your hands from his hair and braced yourself against the bed. “Y-You’re doing, s-so well. Fuck yesss.” You could audibly hear your wetness and his saliva at work as his tongue maneuvered around you and he made noises against your body.

“I need you to cum for me, baby.” He spoke breathlessly before diving back in. You nodded and cried out as he didn’t let up.

“Faster, faster and I can cum.” You urged him to continue on. He slid his thick tongue inside of you making you gasp. He used his grip on your thighs to slide you back and forth, his tongue slipping in and out of you swiftly. His nose would bump against your clit at every jolt and it sent you over the edge. You cried out as your legs tightened around his head and your back arched so high you swore you were upside down for a minute.

“What do you say, my pretty girl?” He asked as he hovered over you again and brushed your sweaty hair off of your forehead.

“Thank you, so much.” You were still trying to recover as he began taking off his bottoms.

“You got another one in ya?” You bit your lip as your eyes went to the outline of his hardness strained against his underwear.

“Only if it’s good.” You gave him a smile and he returned it sweetly.

“I don’t disappoint.”

“So, did you plan to fuck me today, or do you not have a condom?” You asked after he began discarding his boxers. He smirked and reached into his pants pocket.

“Lucky guess.” Your eyebrows rose at him in surprise. You didn’t know why you were shocked, because you knew who he was. It was no secret to anyone in this town that Campbell Eliot was not good. Nothing he does goes without intention and thought.

“Either you think I’m easy or you have a lot of confidence in yourself.” He slid the condom onto his well grown length and pulled you further down the bed to get closer.

“I’ve always liked a little challenge. So that when you got used to me, it’s an unspoken promise that you’d be mine.” Without another breath, he thrusted into you. You were stunned at his word choice, knowing that there would never be a time to turn back from this. You wrapped your arms around his torso and allowed yourself to feel his back muscles contort as he worked himself inside of you repeatedly.

“Campbell.” You whispered breathlessly. He seemed concentrated and part of you wondered…but it was a very small part. The rest of you got lost in the pleasure. The feeling of his hot skin on yours.

“That’s right baby. Who do you belong to?” He cooed and began kissing and sucking on your neck. His hips stuttered and you moaned shakily.

“You, Campbell. Please, don’t stop.” He hiked your legs up higher in the air so that he could further submerge himself. You could hear your wet skin slapping together and you knew you were close.

“You like that, don’t you?” You nodded and whined.

“Please, please, please…” You were chanting your new mantra as he brought you closer and closer to your end. He brought his lips to yours and with a final thrust you felt his body tremble against your own. Your nerves were buzzing as your second climax hit.

“Not too much was it?” He asked softly, looking into your eyes with a boyish gaze. You brought one hand up to his soft cheek and smiled right back.

REQUESTED: Can you please make a smut fic with josie from legacies and reader? Reader is shy and it's the first time she likes a girl. Josie tries to help her relax by turning her on and pleasing her. Lots of dirty talk fingering eat out but she goes slow. Reader is shy but josie finds it cute. Thank you !

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“Sooo, you never decided on where to go for our next date?” You looked up and Josie Saltzman was sat right next to you.

“I know you wanted us to take turns, but I don’t really know anywhere good enough.” You admitted sheepishly to the girl you were currently taking out. Nevertheless, Josie smiled at you and grabbed your hands.

“That’s alright, we can do a movie night for your turn. But I expect some research on the next date night spot!” She squeezed your hands and made a pointed look. You laughed softly, more to yourself.

“Y-Yeah. I promise, Josie.” You took the warning with appreciation for her patience. She nodded and kissed your cheek before getting up and leaving. You turned back to your school books with a problem brewing inside of you.

You wanted to be a good girlfriend, even though you weren’t labeling things right now, and that was at your request. You had never been with a girl before and it was the first time a girl wanted to pursue you. Especially as much as Josie did. She seemed far more comfortable with the ideas of touching you and kissing you. You were just terrified you wouldn’t be good enough for her because of your inexperience.

“You alright, Y/N?” You looked up again to find Hope. Hope seemed like a great person, but Josie still had mixed feelings. Mr. Saltzman clearly doted on Hope, and you could tell how it made Lizzie and Josie feel. But he never did anything more for Hope than he would do for the twins.

“Uh, yeah. Shit! She never told me when movie night was.” Your thoughts of Josie interrupted you. Hope’s eyes widened slightly.

“Trouble in paradise?” You shook your head.

“No, no. Josie’s great, it’s more of me and my insecurities, to be honest.” You sighed and shut your books. Hope sat down and leant on her elbow.

“Y/N, I can tell you that Josie really likes you just the way you are. If there’s anything I can say about her, it’s that she’s very accommodating to those that put in the effort. That’s at least how our relationship is getting better.” She looked off into the distance towards the end. You nodded and shrugged.

“It’s more of my own head. I know Josie cares about me and I care so much about her. I guess I should get ahold of her to set up movie night.” You pulled out your phone.

“She loves peach rings, by the way.” Hope added before leaving you alone once more.

~

You nearly collapsed as you opened the door to your room and let your grocery bags fall to the floor.

“Never doing that again.” You grumbled, picking up the bags one by one and putting them on your side table. This is what happens when you procrastinate shopping for movie night. To be fair, you procrastinated a few of your assignments until last minute, so they got in the way of you going to the store…

You made sure you had everything as you put the ice cream and sodas in your mini fridge. The candy, chips, and popcorn packages were laid out in an organized form on your table. You felt like you were missing something…but then a knock sounded on your door.

“Hey! I brought a few different movies, not sure what we were in the mood for. I’ve got Friday the 13th, a horror choice. Friday and Friday After Next, and I got them both because they’re binge worthy comedies. Marley and Me, don’t know why I brought this one because I usually bawl my eyes out. Annnd,” Josie dug into the bottom of her bag to fish out the last movie. “Romeo and Juliet! Personally, I think me and you should star in the remake.” Her smile was bright and made you instantly smile back.

“Well, that sounds like the perfect pick. Personally.” You teased at the end, feeling slightly at ease, because you were terrified you wouldn’t have anything to watch. You opened the door wide and gestured for her to come inside. She entered and went straight for your TV.

“Yes! Peach rings are my favorite.” She noticed the candy laid out. You set a mental reminder to thank Hope later.

“I’ll be sure to remember that. See if they have a peach ring factory to tour or something.” You joked, making Josie scoff.

“They would get my money, I’ll say that.” She grabbed a package and the remote. “Let’s get comfy!” She gestured to the bed while looking at you. You nodded and kicked off your shoes. Finding a snack and grabbing you both a drink, you then plopped onto the bed next to her.

The movie was carrying on, with each of you adding commentary. Either in confusion of the old English usage, in excitement, or criticizing the movie itself.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever told you that you have really pretty eyes, Y/N.” Your eyes widened in surprise of the sudden compliment. You turned to Josie and smiled.

“Uh, I try not to damage the merchandise.” This caused her to erupt in laughter. She shook her head at you and readjusted her cuddling position.

“You know you can accept a compliment right?” Your eyes widened further.

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry! I mean, thank you.” You said with guilt. Josie brought her face closer to yours, looking into your eyes.

“What am I going to do with you?” Her lips connected with yours, causing your eyes to close. The kiss was soft and gentle. You felt one of her hands rise to your face as she broke the kiss. This wasn’t the first kiss you shared with Josie, but there weren’t a whole lot of other things you’ve done besides share that same sweet kiss.

“I hope, um, I hope that you have a good time when you’re with me, Jos.” You spoke softly, but with sincerity. She sighed and you immediately panicked.

“Of course I have a great time with you, Y/N! Getting to know you and spend time like this has been one of the best parts of my life. Like, top three…and you’re number two.” She teased.

“And what’s number one?”

“Being here at this school. It also led me to you.” She pressed her lips to yours once again. Your hand went to hold her by her waist. You felt her body adjust and begin to straddle you. This caused you to tense up. “Hey, it’s okay. I know you get shy sometimes, Y/N. But there’s nothing to be scared of, not with me.” Her lips were a whisper away from yours and you snatched them right back. You held her waist gently as she pulled back and took off her shirt. She leaned back down to kiss along your neck.

“Jos.” You whispered out to her, gripping her waist a tad tighter. Her hands pushed up on your top and though you were nervous you allowed her to remove it. Only nervous because you didn’t want your lack of experience to disappoint Josie.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” She praised you and fisted your breasts in her hands. Your eyes widened slightly, the feeling being foreign. “Give into it, nothing bad will happen.” She encouraged you as she moved down to your bottoms. She moved back from straddling you and instead knelt between your bare spread legs.

“Please.” You said so softly, you were surprised that Josie heard you. She smirked.

“Eager for adventure I see. And I’m here to please.” Her bottom remained up in the air, the short sleep shorts being swallowed up by her thighs. Her face facing your panty covered core. “You like this?” She questioned as she dragged her fingers over your mound.

“Yes.” You moaned, biting your lip to muffle it. Josie ran her hands up and down your thighs.

“Mmm, this pretty pussy…all for me.” Her dirty talk threw you. Her tongue shot out and dragged up against your barely covered sweet spot.

“Take em off.” You huffed, impatient. Josie was quick to follow along with the request. Your panties were discarded and replaced by Josie’s wet tongue. “Oh my god!” You cried out as the pleasure became immense.

“You’re gonna cum for me tonight, baby. Fall apart on my tongue, forget that shyness.” Her hands gripped your thigh and waist, diving back into your throbbing heat. You whimpered and grabbed her hair, careful not to pull too hard.

“Right there! R-Right there…” Your breath caught and your eyes rolled back. You felt your first orgasm rock your entire being. Josie dipped a finger inside of you, making you let out another gasp.

“You wanna try?” She asked, looking up at you before sucking the very same digit that had been inside of you. You bit your lip nervously.

“I don’t wanna mess it up.” She nodded and sat up on her knees.

“Then you can just touch me.” She grinned and pushed her shorts aside to showcase her bare lower lips. You nodded and sat up. You dragged your fingers down her stomach and pressed two fingers inside of her shorts.

“Jesus.” Your fingers slipped right inside of her, soakingly. You pressed your lips against hers and began pushing your fingers up to speed.

“Y/N, your fingers are so big.” She whined pornographically against your lips. Her hips began moving in accordance.

“Seems like what you want from here.” You whispered back.

“Naughty girl…touch yourself too, baby.” She encouraged. Her hand grabbed your free one and soaked your fingers in her saliva. You didn’t hesitate in beginning to rub your clit quickly. The hype you created for yourself affected the speed of the hand in Josie’s pants. She began whimpering more, speeding up her hips in accordance to your heightened speed, and the sweat on her forehead gave it all away.

“I love you.” You moaned and felt as Josie’s pussy tightened and clenched as she came. You followed right behind.

BRANDON (I would like to wear this shirt thanks):

“I think she miss me, she goin undercover just so she can kiss me-”

“Ma, that is the only song you’ve listened to since the EP came out.” You turned to look at your boyfriend as you sat at the kitchen island with a shy smile.

“It’s my favorite, babe. You sound so good on the track too!” You reached out to press your hand against his cheek. He grabbed that hand and pressed it against his lips.

“Thank you, my honey.” He deliberately winked at you, making your jaw drop, and him giggling in response.

“Brandon, you know I didn’t mean to right?” He placed his hands on your waist now as he towered over you.

“I know I’m glad you did, you looked so pretty, and tasted so sweet, my honey.” His hands moved down to squeeze your thighs and you were now under his spell.

“When you talk to me like that, I think of Corpus Christi. It’s sensual and...naughty.” You whispered to your boyfriend. He bit his lower lip and pulled you onto your feet.

“Oh, you like being naughty, princess?” His lips went to nip on your neck and you were long gone.

“Only for you.” You said with a dazed grin as your hands latched onto his arms.

“For who, honey?”

“For daddy.” His hand shot straight to cup your core through your sleep shorts. His finger began rubbing and created a sweet friction for your clit.

“Should Daddy make you squirt that sweet honey in your shorts?” He groaned into your ear and you bucked your hips up.

“Yes. Please Daddy, please make me a mess.” His unoccupied hand moved itself to grip you by the back of your neck. His busy hand busied its way to your wet bare lower lips.

“You already are, my honey.” You moaned with a satisfied smile at his words and his touch.

“I want you to ruin me.” You whispered against his lips and he responded with a harsh kiss. His hands pushed your ass against the island and began removing your clothing. You shivered with delight as the cold air met your heated body.

“I love you.” Brandon proclaimed, as he slowly descended to his knees. Your thighs twitched with excitement as he spread them apart.

“I love you too baby.” Brandon wasn’t one to tease. Which you recognized as a true blessing when his wet lips met your wetter ones. His hands remained, pressing you by your hips against the counter. You sighed in heavenly bliss with his lips wrapped around your sensitive clit. You began huffing and puffing, which Brandon noticed.

“Barely even touched on you, honey.” He broke away from your heat to look up at you with those wide eyed brown eyes. You whined and ran your hand through your hair.

“I know! I get too worked up.” This admission made Brandon smirk mischievously.

“Guess I’ll just have to make you cum…more than once.” He tapped on your sensitive clit, making your thighs shake at not only his words, but his movements as well.

“Brandon, I can’t take-”

“You’re about to take me down your throat if you don’t correct yourself.” He rose to his full height with a hand wrapped around your neck. You gasped at his switch in demeanor. His other hand stayed toying with your clit while your noses touched.

“Daddy, I’m sorry, but that takes so much out of me.” You pleaded with Brandon. His lips encaptured yours in a sinfully sweet kiss. His tongue found yours and simultaneously sped up his ministrations on your pussy. His hand left your throat and found its own place cradling your lower back. He welcomed your moans into his mouth to silence your climax. You squeezed on his biceps as your body became undone in his embrace. “Fuck!” You cried out as he pinched your clit and proceeded to submerge two fingers inside of you.

“Cum one more time, honey.” He whispered huskily in your ear. You couldn’t respond in a full sentence, so you hoped your gasps and whimpers sufficed. You felt Brandon’s joggers rubbing up against your thigh, well, more of what was inside of those joggers. You forced a shaky hand to reach into the front of his joggers to jerk him off.

“So, fucking, big.” You cooed to your boyfriend.

“All for you, my honey. Isn’t that right?” It was his turn to shake, it was all in his voice from the pleasure he was receiving.

“Yes, daddy, just how I like it.” You placed a kiss to his jaw and raised your hips in time with his fingers moving quicker in your heat.

“Pull them down, m’gonna cum.” He grunted in your ear. You could only nod as you were going to do the exact same thing. You lazily tugged down the waistband of his joggers, but it was enough for his cock to find its way out.

“Fucking hell! I’m cumming!” You cried, throwing your head back.

“Right behind you.” Brandon’s lips landed on your exposed neck, sucking harshly against your skin. You felt a flood of wetness in between your thighs as you basked in your orgasm. Your hands fell back from Brandon’s body to support yourself against the island. “Look…honey.” Brandon’s soft coo ushered you out of your daze. Your gaze fell down to your lower half to find you splattered with not only Brandon’s cum, but your cascading release moving down to your knees as well.

“Brandon…I cannot even move right now, let alone admire cum.”

AUSTIN: (IMAGINE BEING A FAWTHA)

“Y/N, I said we could try, I just don’t know if I’ll succeed. And then I’ll feel bad.” Austin whined as your hot kisses spread onto his naked chest.

“Worst case scenario, we’ll both still cum. I won’t be upset, baby. Please! I believe in your abilities to make me weak in the knees like jello.” You winked up at him from your place on his chest. He shook his head with a chuckle.

“Well, I’m gonna need you to switch your position, lemme sit up and you sit between my legs...on your knees.” You made an ‘o’ with your lips and quickly did as told. You felt Austin’s soft fingertips slide your nightie straps down your shoulders and his lips proceeded to take their place on your skin. His fingers then traveled to hike the lower half up over your thighs. Your breasts on full display but your heat partially hidden.

“Austin, it’s so chilly.” You teased, tracing your breasts with your manicured nails. His hands immediately encompassed your heaving nipples, anxious for attention.

“The heat’s just kicking on.” He whispered as he began rolling your hard nipples between his fingers. Your hands gripped his thighs as he continued his sweet torture on your body.

“Austin, please.” You begged, pleading for attention to your core.

“You want me to touch this?” One hand left your breast and a single finger slid up your slick slit. You shivered in response and nodded.

“Mhmm. Please baby.” You whimpered as his finger repeated the motion.

“This pussy belongs to me, doesn’t it baby?” You whined and nodded.

“Yes, it belongs to you! Please daddy!” You leaned your head back against his chest so you could see his reaction.

“If I didn’t promise that I’d make you squirt, I would literally pin you down and rail you into this bed.” He whispered harshly which made you wetter.

“Daddy...please touch your pussy.” You begged once more. His finger quickly went to work on your clit. You bucked your hips quickly against his hand.

“You’re so wet, I barely have to move, and my finger is slipping so well.” He submerged two fingers inside of you and let his thumb take charge on your sensitive bud. You grabbed his cheek with one hand and pressed your forehead against the side of his face.

“Fuck! Just like that!” You cried in bliss, loving how he touched you and talked to you. You gasped as he added a third finger to your greedy core.

“Wide open for daddy, huh?” You could feel his erection digging into your spine and it turned you on more than anything.

“I’m gonna fuckin cum!” You cried out like a pornstar, but it seemed to push Austin to go faster.

“Cum then baby, lemme see you cum.” He whispered darkly to you. Your hand slapped over the one buried inside you as you came. But Austin knew his duty for the night.

“I can’t, Austin.” You shakily whined as his fingers pushed against your resistance. His free hand pressed against your throat.

“Aww, what about, ‘Daddy, make me squirt tonight?’, now you can’t take it baby?” He teased you as his fingers rubbed against your sweet spot.

“Oh my god!” You cried out, despite his grip on your neck.

“After this, I’m gonna cum inside you, Y/N. Because you’ll be so wet, I won’t be able to pull out.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you quite literally humped his fingers.

“Daddy, I-I-” Austin’s fingers retracted from you and he quickly flipped your body over.

“Be good for Daddy and cum.” His hand curled firmly around your throat and his other palm began harshly rubbing against your clit. You cried out quite loudly as you climaxed for the final time that evening. It was the final time because all you saw was white, but you felt the wetness raining upon your skin, and undoubtedly Austin’s as well.

“Holy shit.” You gasped as waves of pleasure overtook every nerve you could feel in your body.

“Shhh, it’s okay baby, it’s okay.” Austin’s soft tone followed the removal of his hand from your wetness. You felt him press his lips around your tummy as your breathing was accelerated. “Open your eyes, baby.” His voice held nothing but kindness and innocence, despite what just occurred on the very same bed.

“I can’t believe you just did that.” You whispered, opening your eyes to see your wet thighs and lower lips pressed together. Austin chuckled as he licked his hand.

“No, I can’t believe you just did that, baby.”

ZION:

“I’m…a little fucked up.” You giggled as Zion pressed a kiss to your forehead. The haze in the room supported your statement. You and Zion we’re enjoying a good old smoke sesh and hotboxing your bedroom.

“And that’s just fine baby.” His singular kiss turned to a kiss on your cheek, your neck, behind your ear, and one long one to your lips. “I am a little fucked up too.” He chuckled at his own imitation of you. You playfully swatted at his naked chest.

“Baby?” You perked up as you got an idea. Zion looked at you…well it looked like he was trying to through his heavy eyes.

“Yes?” His fingers began playing with yours, an odd fascination he always had with you. Especially when under the influence.

“I have a little request.” You held up your thumb and your pointer finger close together as you giggled once more. Zion sighed and pressed his forehead to your shoulder.

“What does the queen request?” You stifled your laughter so you could speak clearly.

“Can I be on top tonight?” Zion pulled away from your shoulder to look at you with devilish eyes.

“Ohhh, so there’s a tonight?” He licked his lips, while he stared into your eyes, and you wanted to bust.

“Only if I can be on top.” You said in a sing-song tone. You pressed a quick kiss to his lips and awaited his answer with a timid smile. You were both sat on your knees, facing each other on your bed, while purple LED’s and throwback R&B were filling your background.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, princess.” Zion held out his hand in a shaking stance. You raised an eyebrow.

“Ohhh, so I’m princess tonight?” You imitated Zion back. He laughed right along with you at that one.

“If I have to sacrifice my position, I need a little motivation.” You nodded and shook his hand, sealing the deal…or your doom.

“Move it then.” You pushed his shoulders so that he would fall down against the bed. His eyes were wide, as he didn’t expect the change to occur so quickly.

“You been practicing or something, princess?” Zion’s hands began tracing circles on your boxer laced hips. You giggled, courtesy of Mary Jane, and began massaging his collarbone and chest area.

“Nope, just been ready to play with you, Daddy.” You stated with pride. Zion’s hands quickly intertwined themselves behind his head and he nodded towards you.

“Then be my guest, princess.” You pressed your hands against his chest, to not only gain balance, but to make sure he didn’t move. You began grinding your clothed privates against each other.

“Daddy…you’re so big.” You moaned out, feeling the whole outline of him spread against you as you moved.

“Bet I’d feel bigger if you let me inside, princess.” He groaned in slight frustration. But Zion knew better. When he allowed you to be on top, you did not appreciate him dominating you. Even if he did disobey once or twice.

“Testing the limits, huh?” You challenged him, making him inhale sharply.

“I’m just makin a suggestion, princess.” You smirked at his response and ceased your grinding. He let out a noise of discontent, but you were quick to shush him. You pulled down his boxers to allow the beast to be unleashed.

“You’re just lucky I want you inside of me just as bad.” You pushed down on your matching boxers to his and flung them off of the bed. You leaned down and pressed a wet kiss to his lips. “Gonna fill me up good, Daddy?” You questioned him. He quickly nodded and you brushed his dreads back off of his hot forehead.

“So good, princess. Take this dick.” He whispered to you, to which you responded with submerging him inside of you. You threw your head back and went to the races on him. You felt his hips thrust up to meet yours, but his hands stayed put clenched together.

“Touch me, Zion.” You commanded him by his name, so he knew you weren’t joking. His hot hands found your bare skin within seconds. One slipped under your bralette and the other gripped your waist.

“Princess, thank you.” He inhaled sharply as your skin began slapping against his. Your jaw dropped when he hit your g-spot and you couldn’t help yourself.

“Rub my clit, Daddy.” You looked Zion directly in his eyes and he knew you meant business. His hand abandoned your breast and he inserted his thumb in his mouth before colliding it with your sensitive nub.

“Fuck, baby.” He grunted in approval of your decision. You couldn’t respond due to the waves of pleasure you were receiving. You just knew you were close. Your eyes fell closed as you continued bouncing on Zion’s erection. “Lemme see your eyes, princess.” Your heavy eyes opened halfway at his request. But between the high and the pleasure you couldn’t do much more.

“I-I’m gonna cum, daddy.” You alerted your partner. Zion sped up his thumb at this announcement.

“Cum for me, cum all over me, princess.” You let out a high pitched scream in response to your climax, motivated by his words. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Zion chanted as he looked down between your bodies. You were releasing so much liquid that it pooled beyond the base of his dick. When he came, he dug his fingernails into your side and you both watched as you pulled off of him and your cum mixed together.

“I mean, you did say cum all over.” You huffed out, pressing your hand to your beating heart. Zion chuckled and squeezed your thighs.

“Glad I said that.”

EDWIN: (WE WANT THE CURLS BACK)

You grabbed a 100 dollar bill out of your purse and handed it to your nail tech, Nani. She smiled sweetly at you in response.

“You know you’re my favorite client, Y/N.” She lifted you out of your chair by your arm gently. You giggled at her words.

“You must say that to all the girls, Nani. But, I am truly grateful for you to squeeze me in today. My boyfriend is coming back today and I don’t know when I’ll have the time next.” You explained as she helped you put your jacket on, not wanting your nails to be destroyed.

“Anytime, anytime, honey. Now, go get your man!” She shooed you out of the shop with a grin. You made your way to your car and pulled out your phone. You pulled up your snap and snapped a bounce video of your new set. You captioned it ‘dulce colored for my dulce 😋🥰’ and proceeded to tag Edwin. You turned up the radio and began your trip home.

You pulled in, surprised that Edwin’s car was already there. You were positive that you were going to beat him home and it made you salty. You huffed as you shut off the car and locked it before going inside.

“Edwin?!” You called with a small smile as you closed the door behind you. You noticed one of the bags that he took with him was by the front door, so he must not have beaten you by much time.

“In the room, baby!” You were quick to discard your purse, sandals, and jacket to make your way to him. You made it to the threshold of your room to see Edwin closing a full drawer with his clothes inside.

“Baby!” You squealed in excitement. Edwin laughed and made his way to you.

“Mi amor.” He spoke softly as he grabbed your waist. Your lips met his for a long overdue kiss. You laced your fingers behind his neck and slowly separated your mouths.

“I was going to say so much, but it’s all just, poof!” You laughed and he joined in.

“That kiss said it all, I promise you.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Now, show me them nails.” He commanded. You grinned and twinkled your nails in front of him. He tenderly grabbed your wrists and observed the art.

“You like ‘em?” You asked sweetly. Edwin nodded with a smile.

“I love them. I seen your snap for me too.” He linked your fingers together, accentuating the resemblance between his skin tone and the nail color. You would always show Edwin when you got a new set first, mainly because it turned him on beyond anything.

“I thought I’d be home first, so it’d be a little motivation for speed, but…you beat me to it.” You smirked and Edwin mirrored your devilish action.

“Fate knew your tricks and wouldn’t let you play me, amor.” He took your hands and pushed them up against the wall with your body pressed against his.

“No tricks, just aiming to please.” You winked and didn’t move your hands as his dragged down your figure.

“And please you did.” He muttered, unbuttoning the blouse you wore. You let down your arms so that he could remove the clothing. Your bra followed suit and Edwin allowed his preference to be spotlighted.

“I love you…and I missed you.” You spoke of his absence for the first time and this made him harshly press your mouths together as his fingers toyed with your hard nipples. Your hands found solace in his curls in the meantime.

“I missed you so much and I love you even more than that.” He whispered to you with affection. Together, you walked towards your shared bed, and Edwin spun you around so that you could lay out before him. He helped you out of your bottoms before you raised an eyebrow at him.

“You’re a bit too clothed for this event.” You whined, to which he laughed yet again.

“You’re not wrong, baby.” He quickly discarded his shirt and his jeans. He crawled in between your legs to kiss you again.

“Better.” You caressed his cheek, but it fell away when his face became out of reach as his lips pressed kisses down your abdomen. Your hands settled for his curls once again. He hummed right above your core against your skin, making you shiver. “Edwin, please don’t tease me.” You impatiently begged.

“What if I feel like it?” He looked up at you and winked. You rolled your eyes and tugged downwards on his hair. He scoffed with a chuckle. “A flair for the dramatics, as always.”

“Edwin, shut the-f-fuck!” He interrupted your angry burst with his lips wrapped around your beating clit. You saw that sparkle of evil in his eyes, but you didn’t care. You finally got what you wanted. His hands lifted your hips up so that his neck was more relaxed. Watching his plump lips work on you so sinfully made you moan some more.

“Always got those eyes on me.” Edwin noted teasingly before delving back into your core with his tongue. You nodded and felt your hips buck.

“I know you like it…daddy.” You tested the name and Edwin’s eyebrows raised at you. You let a small smile grace your lips. He pulled back and spit on your heat.

“Yes I do, baby.” You bit your lip at his action and let out a long moan as he kitten licked your clit.

“I’m g-gonna-“

“Cum for me baby. Cum for daddy.” He said before making eye contact with you as he sped up the speed of his tongue. You barely held eye contact with him as your body convulsed from your climax. But you saw yourself squirting onto Edwin’s tongue and that was new for you.

“Okay, wow. That was crazy good.” You breathed out heavily.

NICK: (this gif would have done well for my Red Room imagine)

“Mamas, show me.” You bit your lip as you stepped out of your en suite bathroom.

“Tada!” You cheered lamely and did jazz hands to add more cringe. You were beginning to regret giving Nick a lingerie show…how did Rihanna do it?

“You look so sexy, Y/N.” Nick praised from his seat on your shared king size. You did a twirl and put a sassy hand on your hip.

“I’m not feeling this anymore, babes.” You said softly, feeling awkward. Nick got up and walked over to you.

“Would it make you feel better if…you weren’t the only one undressed?” He whispered in your ear as his fingers touched your showing skin. You giggled as he nibbled on your ear.

“You’re so naughty, Nick. But maybe?” Your hands went underneath his shirt and pushed upwards. He gladly assisted in the removal of his top.

“Naughty is what you like, mamas. I know that for a fact.” He continued to speak in a seductive tone and it was working. He proceeded to snap your yellow panties against your skin and you made a high pitched noise. Pain? Pleasure? Surprise? You didn’t even know yourself.

“And a tease, you’re always such a tease.” You grinned before pressing your lips against his. He hummed against your lips before parting.

“Your tease, baby.” You nudged him back towards your bed and he sat down, staring up at you. You nodded downwards.

“Pants.” He knew exactly what you meant and discarded them as slowly as he could. You straddled his lap and gave him another kiss. This time his tongue made an entrance. His hands grasped onto your ass and you followed his lead by grinding against his boxers.

“You’re already wet, mamas. Whose naughty now?” You moaned and sped up your pace. The lace was pressing just right against your clit at every movement.

“Me, baby!” Your hands grasped onto Nick’s shoulders to keep up with your pace. Looking into his eyes, you could tell he was surprised by your speed.

“You gonna cum?” He grunted as his member grew larger and harder underneath you. You nodded quickly and let your eyes fall closed. Your mouth however, was wide open. Moments later you stuttered against him and let your head fall onto his shoulder.

“F-Fuck.” You whimpered, your clit still throbbing in pleasure. Nick rubbed your back for a few moments before freeing himself out of his boxers.

“I’m gonna flip us, okay mamas?” You only nodded and held on. Once you were on your back you looked at Nick with only adoration. He always thought about your needs first when it came to intimacy. In part because that’s what got him off, but it meant everything to you.

“The buttons.” You nodded down to your underwear. Nick’s fingers rubbed up against your clit as he undid the buttons, making you jump. He chuckled and leaned over you, his chain dangling from his neck.

“Mmm, I love you mamas.” He pressed a kiss to your cleavage and pressed his member against your entrance.

“I love you too, daddy.” You responded while wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He looked at you dumbfounded and you responded with a cheeky wink. This snapped him out of it.

“Say it again.” You giggled and pulled on his hair.

“Someone’s more naughty than we thought. Fuck me, daddy, please.” You gave into his kink. He grunted at you and thrust himself deep inside of you. You gasped at the sudden movement and heavy breathing continued as he didn’t slow.

“So pretty, all for daddy, hmm?” He praised you over and over. Your responses came out as ‘yes daddy’, ‘only for you daddy’, ‘right there daddy’, and Nick loved every second of it. You brought his chain between your teeth and he caught sight of it. “So naughty, you just don’t let anyone see. But I see it, I see you, Y/N.” His words spurred you on in addition to his thumb now messily rubbing your clit.

“Gonna watch me cum, daddy?” You purred as your back arched more and more by the second. Nick pulled out and held his dick in his hand.

“You bet your ass I am, mamas.” He began rubbing his dick against your clit and it made both of your jaws drop.

“Yes! Right there!” You leveled your hands against the mattress to gain support as your ground your hips back and forth.

“Say it.” His free hand held your face so you would look up at him.

“Daddy!” You cried out for him. He pinched your cheeks together and let his saliva drop into your mouth. You came undone and lost control of your body. You saw Nick stutter his hips and felt cum all over your abdomen and in between your thighs. When you finally calmed down you looked down there.

REQUESTED: Chris Halliwell smut full of angst? They always fight and have lots of sexual tension and they finally let it all out. :)

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“So you’re all about independence, huh?” You furrowed your brows at Chris’ choice of words.

“Just because you’re my best friend’s whitelighter doesn’t mean I have to listen to you. So yes, you can consider that independent.” You crossed your arms over your chest and leaned against your bestie Bria’s counter in the kitchen.

“Yeah, but you’re always encouraging her to defy me. So you’re kind of interfering in what you claim to have no involvement in.” Chris moved to stand across from you at the kitchen’s island, staring right at you, only the island between you two.

“Well, maybe her best friend of 12 years knows a bit more about her and her well-being than the man who just popped into hers a couple months ago when she discovered her powers. And don’t forget, almost let her get demon snatched, before I came in with a frying pan.” You raised your voice, immediately standing on defense. Chris sighed and gestures towards you.

“You’ll never let that go will you? How about when you two got into an argument where you heightened her emotions, so her powers were uncontrollable? So I had to swoop in and save you?” You scoffed, remembering the events that occurred from when you first met.

~

“Bria, you’re literally always overthinking and stressing out about everything else and forget about taking care of yourself!” You yelled at her, frustrated how she acted out at the club tonight. She almost got you wrapped up in a bar fight because she always picked fights when she was drunk.

“Says the person spending time with anybody but me!” She pointed at you and her finger begin glowing red.

“What the hell, Bria?!” Your eyes widened as the glow only grew brighter. Next thing you knew a figure of the brightest white light appeared in front of you. The fizzling out revealed a manly figure standing in front of you, blocking you from fire that shot from her finger.

“Everyone calm down.” He spoke, catching the fire into a little invisible ball in his hand. Your eyes widened at the dark haired man that turned around to look at you.

“Who, who are you?” You spoke, scared by the events you were witnessing. The attractive male paused, while looking at your face intensely.

“My name is Chris, yours?” You gasped as he just introduced himself normally.

“Y/N…you just saved me from being barbecue.” The corner of his mouth turned up at your words.

“Cute, but yes. And you’re upsetting my charge, so I’m going to need you to take some space.”

~

He always had to say some slick shit.

“Wow, it’s like you’re doing your job. Protecting human life.” You spoke sarcastically. He rolled his eyes.

“If only you’d let me!” You rolled your eyes right back and turned around to grab a drink out of the fridge.

“Y’know, she’d probably really benefit from someone who could get along with her friends for twenty minutes.” You opened your cold water and took a long drink. Chris just stared at you which made you make a face. “Is there something you want?” His fists balled up and released briefly.

“For you to shut up and save both of us the trouble.” He threw his hands up and stated. You stepped forward and placed your hands on the island between you two.

“Then make me, all powerful one.” You taunted, smirking. Chris rounded the counter and his hand placed itself around your throat. Before you could say anything, his other hand pulled you by your waist towards him.

“How’s that?” He questioned in a hushed tone. You stood in silence for what felt like eternity. You finally said the only thing your brain could think to say.

“The way I like it.” Chris’ lips attacked yours with no mercy, to your delight. You struggled to find relief to breathe and it accelerated your heartbeat.

“Do as I say for once and bend over.” He ordered menacingly, adding a squeeze around your neck before letting go. You followed his order and pressed your chest against the island and bit your lip as he rounded your body, just looking.

“What are you-jesus!” You yelped as his hand came in contact with your ass.

“I didn’t tell you to speak, Y/N. In fact, you told me to make you shut up.” His foot kicked your thighs apart and your eyes widened. His fingers gingerly wrapped around your wrists before ripping them to be placed on your lower back. “Don’t move from this position, good?” You nodded to which he tapped your ass slightly. “Speak.”

“Yes, good. Got it.” You responded quickly and quietly. He chuckled and began pulling your leggings down your legs, helping you step out of them.

“Take off your shirt and put your hands right back.” He ordered, but it was with a sweeter tone of voice. You moved to take off your shirt when his fingers swiped across your underwear, making you shiver. You quickly dropped your shirt and returned to your position as requested. “Good listening, I didn’t know you could do that.” And your spunk kicked right back.

“I just love pushing your buttons, pretty hot if I do say so myself.” You hummed with a smile. Chris’ hands moved aside your panties and submerged two fingers into you. You gasped at the sudden intrusion and you moaned as his fingers worked you well.

“So I have to pleasure you in exchange for your silence? A strenuous trade, but I can make it work.” His fingers curled up inside of you making you lurch across the island.

“Chris.” You whispered in pleasure.

“Yes?” He entertained your words.

“Please, please more.” You begged, growing more impatient. He snapped your panties against your skin after pulling out his fingers. His hands let you be relieved of your now damp panties and you felt his two wet fingers slide against your thighs all the way down.

“You want more, huh? Tell me.” You listened as he unbuckled his jeans and they thudded as they dropped to the floor.

“Show me if you can control me.” You challenged him. One of his arms wrapped around your waist and the other was palm down against the island in your line of sight. He tucked his chin in between your neck and shoulder. You felt his member just poking the threshold of your core.

“You want to be tamed?” He asked, amusement in his tone. You began breathing harder as his lips caressed your shoulder.

“Not at all.”

“You can move your hands.” He stated before thrusting deep inside of you. You cried out his name and one of your hands immediately went over his on the island top. He let out raw and primal noises as he roughly thrusted inside of you.

“Oh my god, Chris.” You moaned, clutching his face against yours with your free hand. His lips found yours again but it wasn’t long before his wild thrusts prevented your lips from staying together. His mind seemed to have another plan as he put one of your knees on the island top, letting him hit at a whole other angle.

“I feel you clenching around me, you feel so right around me.” He vowed, his breathing becoming erratic in your ear. You let him push you further onto the counter, your other foot hanging above the ground, not touching it.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum Chris.” You gave him a heads up, but he gave no response. Only pushing forwards and barging into your orgasm. You enjoyed his continued thrusts through your high, but he showed no signs of stopping. His moans continued on with loud volume.

“I’m almost there.” He grunted against your shoulder. You whimpered at the overstimulation you were receiving and it made Chris’ member twitch inside of you.

“You’re gonna be my little freak, huh? C’mon, Chris.” You whimpered once more at the thought of him making you cum a second time as your second orgasm was coming.

“Fuck, Y/N!” He growled your name and his hips stuttered signaling his release. But as soon as he growled out ‘fuck’, you were a goner. You fell forward to press your cheek against the cold island top as he rode out your highs with his deep, slower grinds. You were both panting as he pulled out and placed your feet on the ground. You were still lying against the island for support.

“We really fucked on Bria’s island, you horny freak.”

REQUESTED: Can I request a Nick Mara smut please 😋 loved the one you did before 💗💗💗 after an award show and some interviewers were flirting w her infront of him

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The MTV Music Awards show was one that PRETTYMUCH had been anticipating since releasing their newest album. Nick insisted on getting matching clothing to wear on the carpet and coordinating pieces for while you were in the crowd during his performance. You had totally spaced on the idea of paparazzi until you arrived. You had been so focused on your looks, the timeliness of your arrival, Nick’s emotions, and the overall performance that press was the last thing on your mind until you were standing surrounded by them with Nick’s hand on your waist.

“You two look quite cute together this evening, Nick and Y/N.” You both smiled sweetly at the woman interviewing you. Her male counterpart nodded in agreement.

“100 percent agreed, Y/N, you’ve never worn something so well fitted, and it is gracing us on this carpet.” At his statement, you felt a little flustered.

“Thank you so much. When choosing the clothing for tonight, Nick actually tore a piece of the dress in the back. It caught on his jacket zipper, so we had to lower the back a bit further. A lot of self love and preserverance went into this look for tonight. I wanted to make sure I felt confident and that I was naturally comfortable. In short, I agree it is a change of look, but it’s growing on me.” You rambled a little much, which you mentally face palmed for, but you were nervous.

“She’s such a beautiful woman and no amount of clothing would cover that beauty up.” Nick stated, nearly monotone, besides when he called you beautiful. The female interviewer awed.

“Nick, what was the vision behind your looks for the evening?” A smile immediately returned to his face and you noticed.

“We didn’t want to be completely E.T., but we wanted an element that spoke of otherworldliness. Y/N encouraged me to be more comfortable in doing new things in style. Creating a style even.” He gestured to the light galaxy inspired makeup along his hairline. You smiled widely at his statement and it made you feel warm inside.

“She surely knows how to dress and it’s benefited the both of you.” The male interviewer spoke up and Nick’s hand tightened on your waist. Your heart skipped a beat as you can sense his short tempered ticks.

“And at the end of the day, I am here to support Nick, PRETTYMUCH, and make sure everyone makes it home in one piece.” You leaned up and pressed a kiss to Nick’s cheek, hoping to ease his darker feelings. The female laughed at your statement.

“Speaking of PRETTYMUCH, how’s it living with everyone, Y/N?” You laughed and grabbed Nick’s free hand.

“I love Nick and I adore the boys, but we’re moving out as soon as we can. I’ll put it that way.” You spoke jokingly. Nick rubbed his thumb against your hand as a sign of appreciation. You smiled a little more at that.

“Whatever the lady decides.” Nick surrenders. Both the interviewers laugh at that.

“When she’s happy, which she deserves, I can say from experience that it improves quality of life, Nick. Thank you both for speaking with us and everyone at home can catch Nick onstage with the rest of PRETTYMUCH tonight, at the MTV Music Awards.” The male interviewer faces the cameras with his partner, so that’s our cue to move onto other duties of the night.

~

“Did you hear that prick, guys? Talking about Y/N like that, and I was standing right there!” Nick low key raged when you all came back home and chilled in the living room. You all had decided that the after party wasn’t worth the trouble when they had to be on a plane at 7am.

“He was definitely doing a bit too much with his eyes and less with his mouth.” Zion added fuel to the fire as he sparked up. Nick nodded and threw his hands up.

“Like, the fuck? And she would even try to deflect it and he’d keep coming back. Like catch the fucking hint, bro. Old ass dude too.” Nick grumbled by the end of his ranting. You approached him from behind and gingerly placed your hand on his shoulder.

“Nick, we gotta be up early, babes.” You knelt down and kissed his cheek before standing up straight and waving to the others with your hand. “You all should get some sleep after the big win and amazing performance. It’s only up from here, PM.” You smiled, reminiscing about the nights events after the red carpet. It was truly a success. Nick sighed and stood up, taking your hand in his.

“Goodnight guys, see ya in the morning.” He groaned jokingly before laughing with everyone. They all said their good nights in response before everyone went to their separate rooms. Once inside of your shared room, you were quick to remove your clothing from the night in the bathroom with the door open. That’s what usually happened after a night like this, very routine.

“I take it you didn’t like that guy much either.” Nick grumbled, bringing it back up. You sighed and shook your head.

“You gotta shrug it off, babes. He’s a man we probably won’t see again and if we do, we’ll know his game. Interviewers are meant to be interesting and even stir the pot. Otherwise they wouldn’t exist. I’m not gonna let someone like that bother me and you.” You said stepping out of your heels and grabbing a night robe. You began your night routine.

“So you think he’s interesting?” Nick questioned. You splashed water against your now clean skin and patted it dry.

“No, Nick. I do not think he’s interesting. That’s why I would like to not talk about him anymore. He doesn’t need a spot in our conversations.” You leaned against the bathroom counter with your ready toothbrush in your hand.

“Fine.” He said shortly. You watched as he finally stopped pacing and began taking off his watch. You shook your head and brushed your teeth. After this, you left the bathroom light on and walked into your room to grab a hair tie for bed out of your drawer. “I think he needs a spot in our conversation, babes.” You felt Nick’s presence behind you and you sighed, putting your hair up lazily.

“Nick, it is not that serious-” Nick’s hands abruptly squeezed your ass cheeks, pressing you against your dresser.

“I’m not unreasonable, princess. I enjoy having you go out in clothing you’re comfortable and confident in. Especially when you look good enough to eat. But, the way he was looking and talking to you…princess, you know you’re mine, right?” You mentally groaned, knowing Nick was feeling insecure. Though, you were not even remotely attracted to anyone else but him, he always struggled with that. But you never called it insecure to his face, it was possessive, jealousy, and envy. Because those terms he associated with intimacy.

“Of course I do. And I’ll allow you to keep me for as long as you like.” Your second sentence descended to a lower tone of voice.

“Is that right?” You hummed in agreement and slight excitement. Nothing like a good piping to go to sleep. You encouraged him to do his thing by wiggling your ass against him.

“All yours.” Nick’s hand reached around to the front of your robe and pulled on the loose knot.

“Look at you, something no other man will see.” Nick nodded towards the mirror above the dresser you stood in front of in this moment. Nick’s hands both crept up your torso.

“Please, Nick, I need you.” You whined softly. His fingers began their games with your heaving breasts. You looked at him in the mirror and moaned while keeping eye contact. You knew that he was enamored with eye contact, you used it to motivate him to get a move on.

“Giving me them eyes, princess. Put your leg up.” He ordered and pinched your thigh. You quickly put your leg on top of your dresser. This movement caused your robe to fall. Nick smirked at you before pressing a few soft kisses against your back.

“Nick, I love you.” You brought your hand up to curl your hand against his head. He only sunk lower to his knees, kissing you along the way.

“I love you too.” His lips were against your pussy lips, spread open for him. You arched forward, your forehead tapping against the mirror on the wall.

“Nick! Oh my god…” Your moans trailed off into incoherent messes of words. Nick’s hands were busy either holding you in place or taking a dip inside of you currently.

“Good enough to eat out.” He snuck in before resuming his own feast. You began rocking your hips back and forth against his face and he welcomed the movement; you could feel his desperate tongue following your movements of rotation.

“I’m gonna cum, Nick!” You cried out, knowing you couldn’t hold it much longer, and Nick preferred to cum with you after eating you out. You knew your man and what he needed during intimacy to get him to feel pleasure too.

“Such a sweet girl, considerate to wait for me.” Nick flicked his finger on your clit a few times and your eyes watered at holding back your orgasm. You heard the drop of his pants and knew that he wasn’t waiting. You felt the protruding member against your entrance one second and fully submerged the next.

“Fuck me!” You cried out, grinding your hips back against his thrusts.

“Oh I am, babes.” He teasingly grunted, his strokes going strong. You smacked your hand against the dresser and legitimately screamed. You had never screamed during sex, but Nick was pushing how long you could withstand it all. “Cum, I’ll get there.” He whispered in your ear. Another deep thrust inside and you could feel your body clench so hard around Nick. This was further proven when you heard his gasp and begin breathing extremely rough.

“Shit…” You exhaled, your body naturally relaxing, but tightening once more as Nick released inside of you. You looked into his eyes and shook your head.

“You can’t move can you?” He asked sweetly. You nodded and allowed Nick to help you to the bed.

REQUESTED: Like it’s my first time going to a club, and first time drinking and we dance and like a sexual song or whatever comes on and he admits he likes me and I like him and we end the night by sleeping together.

To live long enough to be 21, some consider normal, and some consider it a feat. This year you decided it would be wild. Well, with a push from your friends. And what’s more wild than a club?

“You started off despacio, now it’s time to speed up.” Your best friend announced as she presented a tray of shot glasses to your table at the club. Thanks to your friends…CNCO, you had a VIP section pass for your special night. You gestured to your mixed drink, not quite gone yet.

“I’m not even done yet!” Richard rolled his eyes at you.

“Rápidamente, chug it!” They all cheered you on. To which you smiled and proceeded to do as told. You just didn’t know how you were going to handle shots of tequila.

“Buena chica.” Zabdiel squeezed your thigh in praise before grabbing you both a glass. The action filled your tummy with jitters. Your feelings for Zabdiel were surfacing.

“Thanks, Di. Cheers!” You winked at him and encouraged the group to join the cheers. And right down the tube it went, your first shot, and the taste of death. “Oh my god, why do people drink this?” You grimaced and looked at the other shots awaiting you.

“Because it’s fun!” Erik and your best friend shouted simultaneously. You chuckled and shook your head.

“It’s dangerous.” 3 more shots later, you were ready to sweat it out. “Zabdiel! ¡Vamos!” You gestured to the dance floor. He cocked a bro at you before taking a 4th shot.

He scooted out quickly, due to your prodding and rushing. Soon you were in the middle of grinding, twerking, and sex hungry people. But the alcohol in your system made it feel like just you and him were in the moment.

“I’d rather dance with you than some weirdo.” You told your new dance partner as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Your hips angled upwards in a grind against the space between you and Zabdiel.

“Can’t say I’m mad.” He shrugged and dropped his hands to a respectable position at your waist. You grinned at each other as the music filled your ears. You spun around and Zabdiel’s hands didn’t allow you to leave their grasp. You began grinding your ass against his actual body. You grasped his larger hands and slid them to different locations on your body, no boundaries. One of his hands slid itself to your throat. Gently he lifted you closer, so his lips rubbed up against your neck. “I like you, Y/N…a lot.”

Your breath caught in your throat and you let Zabdiel hold you like that for a moment.

“I feel the exact same.”

~

“Come here.” Zabdiel said softly as you took your shoes off at his front door. You bit your lip and went to him. His hands wrapped around yours. “You want to…right?” He looked very seriously, but kindly into your eyes. You broke into a blissful smile at his inquiry.

“Yes, and I don’t ever want to do this with someone else, Zabdiel.” You spoke with conviction, wanting to cement the idea of your bond between each other. His hands broke away from yours, but to grip you by your behind.

“Me either, amor.” He pressed his lips against yours for the first time that night and you never wanted to leave the moment. One of your hands went up to cup his face and press him further against you. However, breathing was a necessity.

“Your room.” You softly panted as you regained control of your breathing. Zabdiel took your hand once again and walked calmly to his room. Your heart however was going nuts. He turned back to you after he shut the door.

“If you ever want to stop, just say the word.” He cooed before pressing his lips sinfully against the skin of your neck. His hands followed the path of lust by feeling you up. You returned the favor by having one hand in his hair and the other gripping at his shirt.

“Never.” This set something off in him. He was quick to remove his shirt and guiding you down to the bed. He slowly pushed you on your back with a kiss.

“Happy Birthday Y/N.” He smirked and shimmied your club skirt down your legs. You smiled sheepishly back.

“Well, thank you for making it better.” He pressed a kiss to your panty covered core.

“You’ll be thanking me more in a minute.” To which your jaw slacked at.

“Can’t say I’d be upset.” Something resonated in Zabdiel and he made the split second decision to get right to it, no teasing. He tugged your underwear off and tossed it, god knows where, but you’d worry about that in the morning.

“I wanna hear it then.” His tone held a sexually related threat. You were tempted to go against his wishes, but the second his warm mouth made contact with your mound-that idea was out the window. Your hands went up to the bars on the headboard.

“Oh my g-god, Z-Zabdiel!” You cried out as the speed he began with was intense with no intention of easing up. He set the bar and would do nothing less for you the rest of the night. His large hands grasped at your thighs, continued to suckle his delectable lips at your clit, his tongue occasionally dipping inside of you to test your reaction, and his dark eyes staring up at you the whole time. His mouth was fixated on your most sensitive part of your body and it felt unreal how passionate and confident he was. “I’m gonna-you shouldn’t-fuuuck!” You couldn’t grasp the concept of your own words to alert Zabdiel of your approaching orgasm.

“Very sensitive mamita.” He commented with a smug smile before swiping his tongue through your folds once more. Your hips followed his tongue as it departed, but you knew you couldn’t let him ruin you let that again.

“Because you’re like, crazy good at that, and you know what you’re doing when you stare at me like that while you-” Your dazy rambling was paused by Zabdiel pressing his finger to your lips.

“Open.” He hooked his finger inside of your mouth by your lower lip and you allowed him to add a second finger inside of your mouth. “Suck on it.” He stared directly at you once again and you could not believe what was happening to your body right now. You watched Zabdiel’s face change as you followed his request. He slid his damp fingers back out. “Pull down my pants and then spit on em.” You we’re stupefied at his orders. You once again, felt intrigued at his antics, and followed through as he cocked an eyebrow at you.

“How do I even say how sexy you are.” You leaned up to say in his ear as you pushed his bottoms down to his knees.

“By cumming for me, one more time.” He didn’t miss a beat. You nodded and brought Zabdiel’s hand closer to your mouth to follow through on his command.

“You’re perfect.” He mumbled out before pushing inside of you with a deep motion of his hips. You threw your head back against the pillows on his bed and squeezed your legs around his waist.

“You’re so big.” You cooed out to him as his hips focused on staying deep inside of you, just gyrating inside to reach as far as he could. His hands moved to grip you by your ass and control your position at every gyration.

“You feel me all the way inside of you, mamita?” He groaned to you. You nodded and hummed in pleasure.

“Yes, baby. You’re all I can feel, Di.” You purred out to him. This must have inspired to smack your ass with his still wet fingers. “Please!” You whimpered out at loving the way his hand felt.

“Are you naughty, niña?” He asked and began harshly thrusting in and out of you now. He smacked you again when you didn’t answer. “Answer me, mamita.” He warned.

“Yes! I’m s-a-so naughty!” Your head was bouncing back and forth but you could care less because he was fucking you so well.

“I’m gonna cum…you close?” He leaned his chest down to press against yours and one of his hands gripped the pillow you were laying on. He looked directly into your eyes as he asked and your jaw fell slack wide open once more.

“I-I’m cumming.” You arched your chest into Zabdiel’s further as your thighs shook with a ferocity. He captured your lips in between his as you felt him releasing inside of you. He rode out both of your highs with his soft grinding until it became too much on you.

“Sensitive…” He whispered teasingly as he pulled out of you but continued to lay on his side, your legs intertwined and Zabdiel’s head on your naked collarbone.

(someone come spray my ass w anti smut water bc that’s all I write anymore! not requested tho)

[richard has been a bit busy since he’s released his new EP with CNCO, and you aren’t having it]

“Si...si, julio hasta deciembre, porque tenemos ‘Jingle Ball’.” Richard was on a conference call with his band mates and their management team in your living room. You had just barely gotten done having breakfast with him before he was stolen away by the touring schedule.

“Porque ‘Jingle Ball’ es màs importante que mi novia.” You muttered for yourself as you finished clearing the table. You decided to save the dishes for later, maybe have Richard do them, because you were not in the mood. You went to the living room and sat on the sofa adjacent to the one he sat on. You stole a glance at him and he was staring intently at you while listening. Shit, did he hear you?

And as if he could read your mind, he arched a menacing eyebrow at you, as if you should watch it. You felt very caught and quickly pulled out your phone to avoid his ticked off faces. You were scrolling on your Instagram feed to find a very good thirst trap photo, posted by none other than Richard Camacho. It must have been taken yesterday, because he was taking a day off from the gym today. The photo was of him peeling up his tank top to reveal his sweaty and delicious abs, accompanied by his v-line.

In that moment you so badly wanted to jump his bones. You loved Richard’s body, of course, but you loved his confidence, his machismo, but most importantly his heart. The way he cared for his daughter, the way he treated you as if you were a queen, maybe not so much lately, but before this EP, whew. Around his time at the studio, with Aaliyah, and the gym; he would schedule date nights for you both to make sure you both had time with each other. The night of he would come home with a new Cartier bracelet, or a new dress, and or if he felt really good, a new lingerie set.

Richard knew he didn’t need to buy your love, because he already had it tucked in his back pocket. He just wanted to spoil you endlessly, because if it wasn’t on himself, or Miss Sofia, there was nowhere for it to go. You smiled to yourself as the next picture on your feed was of Aaliyah Sofia Camacho. You had met the beautiful girl a few times while she was in Richard’s care, and she made your baby fever spike exponentially. However, you knew Richard needed to focus on his career, because it’s what he was destined to do.

Essentially, he had already had a second child, you. You needed the same love and attention that a baby needed, maybe even more. You scrolled back up after liking the photo and stared at your sexy man.

“Yo se, yo se. Puedo salir a...diez en la mañana? Bien. Adios, team.” You didn’t want to look up, because if you did you would want to jump on him, but he probably wouldn’t feel the same way. A few moments passed before you heard him get off of the sofa and exit the living room, heading towards your bedroom. Okay, what the fuck?

You expected him to maybe say something about what you said. Or just say anything?! You stood up, discarding your phone and went down the same hallway he traveled to.

“More than my girlfriend, aye?” There he was, leaned up against the wall, waiting for you. And you fell for his trap.

“Rich, I was mad. I am mad! I’m beyond frustrated!” He stayed silent and raised both of his brows at you. You waited for a response, but he only stared. “I know it’s only the month of-of-”

“May.” He answered calmly.

“Yes, May. July isn’t that far around the corner for a tour that goes for half the year! Also, practicing, promotion for the music, interview shows, performances, and the gym! The freaking gym! The place where you offer your appearance to more women than I can even count, and hear I am, knowing that this man is in my hands, but he’s on a goddamn screen! We’ll fuck, what? 5 times if we’re lucky, between now and July?! I fucking miss you too much to be able to go through that! And the FaceTimes, Skypes, and texts? Those are rare, as we know, and I can’t take not knowing when we’ll be this close again. I’m standing two feet away from you, Rich!”

You pointed to the blank space between you two and Richard only kept staring at you.

“Say something?” You asked softly, tired of ranting. He closed the distance between you two and took your hands in his.

“L, is for the way you look, at me,” He began singing softly. You were immediately confused. “O, is for the only one, I see,” He began swaying and swinging your hands together back and forth. “V, is very very, extraordinary, sing it with me now,” The smile on his face was bright as you rolled your eyes.

“E, is even more than anyone that you adore.” You sang lamely with his gorgeous tone. He stopped swaying and pressed his forehead to yours.

“Love is all that I can give...to you.” He ended his serenation with a beautiful run, which made you giggle, because he knew he was extra. Last year, Richard had taken you to New York for Christmas Eve, a lovely getaway before he would bring Aaliyah with you both back to his family’s for Christmas Day. As you headed to your hotel room that night, this song played in the elevator, and he declared it to be your guys’ song. You both sang it all the way to the room, even after leaving the elevator.

“Why do I love you this much?” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Richard released your hands and they wrapped around your waist.

“Because I care about you more than Jingle Ball, touring, and many other things on your list of my so called, priorities. You just need a little extra TLC from time to time...no?” His hands drifted down to your bottom and squeezed. Rich was always an ass man. He tucked his head into your neck and began kissing you tenderly.

“Yes...Richard?” You asked softly, not wanting your intimacy to end. He hummed against your neck in acknowledgment as he sucked on your skin. “Please, play with me.” You begged clutching onto his shoulder blades as he bit you softly.

“After I tease you for what you said? Gladly.” He quickly picked you up and hooked your legs around his waist to carry you towards your bedroom.

“I was only joking, papito!” You groaned as he plopped you on the bed.

“Y ahora tú sabes que no tú puedes hacerlo nunca más. Take that shirt off.”