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How To Unhook A Bra (m)

pairing | lee donghyuck × reader, established relationship!au

genre | fluff, smut, almost crackhead energy

word count | 11k words

synopsis | when donghyuck finds you snapping your bra open with one hand, he is left in awe. so in awe that he makes it his aim to learn how to do it himself.

index | besides the reader and hyuck being so in love with each other that they call each other profanities for names, because i’m so in love with hyuck, fingering, cunnilingus, breath play, praise kink, worship kink, dirty talk, belly button piercing for hyuck, yay!, nipple play, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting, cream pie.

author’s note | thank you for the 4k, oh my god. tbh, i never expected to reach this much and it’s still very surreal. thank you for all the support and i really wanted to offer this fic as a gift to each one of you and this is why i made two versions of it - the clean and the r-18 version! enjoy! also, much love to cat @luvdsc​​ for the idea of the thongs from an experience of hers: you made this fic so much better!

click here for the clean version!

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SuperM′s As We Wish EP.1 preview

Sam, Y/N & Cas: *Singing happy birthday to Dean*

Dean: It was a bit pitchy but I'll let it slide.

Y/N: And you're a bit bitchy but we don't say it out loud because we're nice people.

Dean: ...Fair enough.

GTA (Taeyong x Reader)

Genre : mystery, crime, smut, angst, violence

" When you look, yeah, I'm trippin' like that

We don't stop, girl, you look around there

I say going, going, going

Catch me if you can like GTA "

Song recommendation :

- GTA, Taeyong

- Undercover, Taeyong & Mark

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Thanksgiving Dean

Pairing:  Dean x Reader

Summary:  Another holiday has arrived.  

Rating: Explicit

Regardless of rating, this is an 18+ ONLY blog.   

Word Count: 1680

Squick Warnings:   None

Note: Please don’t steal my writing.  I worked hard on it.  My work cannot be reproduced or posted by anyone without my express, written consent. Reblog is great!  Copy and paste is theft.     ALSO: I have a serious issue with tense.  Please forgive me.

Summary: Thanksgiving is here and Dean is looking forward to a day full of…being full of food.

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brat pt. 2; L. L.

pairing; president!loki x female reader

a/n: this is for my fic extravaganza, but also a part two to brat since people loved it so much :)

masterlist

part one part two

summary; you never thought it would happen, but it did. You’ve ran back into the man that made you tremble.

18+ MINORS DNI

WARNINGS: mean!loki. slight dubcon. unprotected sex. spitting. slapping. choking. cave sex. name calling (whore...slut…cockslut).

word count; 1.5k

Anywhere. You wish to be anywhere but here. Running for your life through the barren field of the Void. Trying to run for your life from Alioth as the storm clouds rage on behind you.

You found a mobile home to reside in only a couple days into your trek.

With no one in sight, it became your home. That was until Alioth made its way towards you once more and you abandoned the rusty home.

‘There’s surely another place to hide,’ you told yourself constantly, but the creeping monster getting close to devouring you made that possibility seem less likely.

Just up ahead, you notice a reflection of green. A smokey substance and green which you could only equate to Loki. You know it’s a portal...a way out.

But did you want to see him again?

Better yet, what Loki was it?

You only had a scuffle with the one who declared he was once a President in his timeline and the remnants of his filthy words still struck a chord within you.

But if you don’t take the leap into the portal, there’s no telling if you’d be able to outrun Alioth for much longer.

So with a deep breath, as you near the swirling green magic, you let yourself walk through it.

You stumble into the new location and hear nothing but a slow clap echoing off the walls of the cave you found yourself in.

“You’ve arrived! How nice.”

His voice pierces through you and you turn to meet Loki’s gaze as he smiles down at you.

“Loki,” you deadpan, noticing how his ‘vote for me’ pin is missing.

“What happened to the pin?”

You point at his jacket and he looks down.

“That’s what you have to say to me? Come on darling, I haven’t seen you in ages and you want to ask me about my pin,” he says, his annoyance even more apparent as he unbuttons his suit jacket, swiping a palm over his face.

You sigh, “how did you know to help me?”

He smirks, laughing to himself.

“I kept an eye on you.”

“You stalked me,” you clarify, sighing before turning to walk away.

Loki grabs your wrist, pulling you against.

“I wanted you to be safe, little one,” he whispers harshly, small specks of his spit hitting your face.

“You’re a fucking jerk, Loki,” you sneer and he just smiles, further pushing your anger at him. Part of you wanted to piss him off, see if he’d actually fuck you this time.

But the other part of you did not want to give in to him again. You’re not sure if you’d be able to stay away from Loki if things escalated once more.

“I was hoping you’d learn. I didn’t want you to die. Then I wouldn’t be able to fuck that cunt,” he says, annunciating each word in his entrancing voice.

Your breath hitches and he catches it, leaning his face down to brush his lips on yours.

“Would you want that?”

You nod, ignoring the warnings in your head, whimpering lightly as he kisses the corner of your mouth.

Loki trails his kisses to your ear, his hand leaving your wrist to hold the back of your head.

“I’m gonna ruin you, little one,” he teases, pressing a kiss below your ear before pulling away.

“Take all your clothes off,” he orders, leaning back against the cave wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

Hesitantly, you strip for him. The air is a bit chilly, but his cold stare is what makes you shiver. Once you’re fully naked for him, he beckons you over, one hand gripping your jaw to keep your gaze on him.

“Let’s see if you’re a good slut for me this time, hm? You were nothing but a fucking brat last time I saw you.”

He forces your mouth open, with no fight from you, leaning down and spitting directly on your tongue. You know he wants you to swallow it as he stares expectantly, his hand loosening on your jaw to allow you to do it yourself.

But you simply can’t help it.

Loki doesn’t expect you to do it, so the shock that overcomes him as you spit back at his face makes you feel...powerful.

You smirk at him as he wipes the spit off of his face, his jaw clenching as his eyes find yours.

His hand finds your neck in a quick motion, spinning the two of you around so your back is against the wall, the rock scratching at your skin uncomfortably.

“Fucking whore, couldn’t be good for me?”

He laughs darkly, squeezing at your neck. His smile deepens when you moan from it.

“I think you’ll always be a pathetic brat,” he spits at you, hurriedly undoing his pants and pushes them down.

Loki hikes your leg up around his waist, dropping his free hand to run through your folds as he tightens his grip on your neck.

“And you’re soaked, of course you are. You’re lucky I’m even gonna give you my cock.”

You whine and he grins devilishly, slapping the head of his cock against your clit.

“My bratty little whore must be so happy. Finally get to feel my cock,” he groans out, teasing his cock inside of you, then pulling out.

“Tell me, little one. Tell me how much you want it.”

It’s hard to get your words out and you begin to stammer out a response, but it’s not quick enough for Loki. His hand leaves your throat to slap you across the face, your cheek stinging from his force.

“Can’t even speak? What happened to that mouth of yours?”

Before he could slap you again, you whimper out, “yes, I-I want it Loki. Want your cock so badly.”

He chuckles, “give me more than that, darling. I know your mouth can get filthier.”

You sigh, tilting your head back against the wall as his hand snakes up back to your neck. Loki teases his cock at your entrance once more, coating himself in your slick.

“I want you to fuck me hard,” you start.

“Go on,” Lok smiles, pushing the head of his cock into you.

“I really need it. I’m...I’m your cockslut, Loki. That is what I am, right? Just need to feel you, please.”

His chuckle bleeds into a groan as he pushes himself further into you.

“Finally, love. My little cockslut.”

Loki’s hand presses to your throat and you let out choked whimpers as slowly starts to fuck into you.

The size of him already overwhelms you and you hold onto his clothed shoulders as he picks up his pace, barely giving you a moment to adjust to his size.

“Loki..it's so much,” you whisper.

He ignores you, chuckling and throwing his head back in pleasure as he finds the right rhythm.

“Loki,” you squeal, squirming against him.

Your orgasm is already creeping up on you and you’re sure he knows due to how hard you are clenching down on his cock. The sound of him pounding into you echoes in the cave, further turning you on.

“My brat,” Loki sneers once he looks back at you, smashing his lips to yours in a messy kiss.

He bites down at your lip, causing another squeal to leave your mouth.

“I’m gonna fill this cunt, little one. Won’t be able to forget about how my cum feels in you.”

You moan at his words, fisting at his jacket as his thrusts become sloppy. One of your hands moves down to rub at your clit, but he slaps it away, tugging it back to rest on his shoulder.

“Don’t be greedy, darling.”

His voice cracks slightly and you moan out loudly as you feel his cock twitch. Loki groans as he releases, his hold on your neck the tightest it’s been.

It feels like he’s completely emptying himself into you as he cums. Your thoughts fill with how pretty he is when he cums. For someone with harsh words, he looks rather ethereal in this more vulnerable moment.

He stills once he becomes too sensitive and pulls out slowly, smiling to himself as his cum drips down your thigh.

With Loki a bit dazed, you take the hand that’s on your neck and bring it to your pussy, bucking against it, desperate for your own release.

But he yanks it away after realizing what you’re trying to do.

“What did I say about being greedy?”

You pout at him, squeezing your thighs together.

“I-I need to cum,” you say softly and he mocks your pout. Loki cups your face and rubs his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Oh I know, little one. But you’re not going to.”

“Loki!”

You whine at him and he smirks, pulling away from you.

“Can’t wait to see you again, brat.”

Before you could say another word, he disappears through his magical portal, leaving you naked and unsatisfied in the cave.

100 Reasons Why

pairing; classmate!haechan x reader - mention of other members  word count; 8.0k genre; strangers to lovers!au, classmates to lovers!au, angst, fluff, slice of life, slowburn(?) tw; alcohol consumption; (i’m not saying everyone was drinking, it’s just mentioned) pls let me know if there are others.! summary; you’ve been in love with haechan for the longest time, and when both your parents go on a business trip; you’re both left alone. 

a/n: hi, honestly i wrote this with no prior thoughts. mostly written blindly and i wrote so much of it, but i couldn’t just delete it… so i finished it lmao. i hope you enjoy it though, i kinda like it haha. please don’t hesitate to give me feedback >:( yeah… i have no clue. enjoy ♡♡♡

You had a 100 reasons why you shouldn’t be in love with Haechan. Biggest reason? He was your bestfriend’s crush. She fancied him for the longest time, dare say you did longer. But she was vocal about it first. And everyone knows the rules of dibs. You’d sulk around it forever, listening to her words about Haechan, knowing full well and agreeing with all the compliments she’d praise him with. 

You and Haechan are in the same class, have been for years. But the year of blooming cherry trees and spring flowers, you fell in love.

The way the sun peaked through the strands of his hair, the kiss of warmth on his skin and the glow that was shining from his eyes as laughter hugged his smile. You couldn’t help but stare, and you found yourself doing so, shamelessly on different days. His soothing voice echoing through the classroom as he joked around with friends. You and Haechan weren’t the closest pair of classmates, you only had your bestfriend for the most part. But that didn’t stop you from overanalysing every little thing Haechan did in relation to you. That one day he opened the door for you, or when he’d ask to borrow your pencil. Tiny interactions that were all stored in your heart, but… You never really did anything about it. A part of you gave up on the fact that Haechan would notice you anything different than from a classmate. You didn’t really stand out, you blended in the background. Never had top marks, or the lowest. You were average. Nothing in comparison to your bestfriend. Not only did she have the beauty, she also had personality. She was undoubtedly one of the most prettiest girls in your class. But she was a dear friend, someone you didn’t want to fight over with, because of a boy. 

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Soulless!Sam masterlist

Masterlist for all Soulless!Sam x Reader stories

💦 story contains smut

💥 story contains non-con/dub-con (demon!reader on Sam)

You are mine 💦

Coldhearted

Tight blue jeans 💦

Cramped 💦

Mini-Series

Cold but honest

Cold as ice 💦

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Tangerine 💦

How Many More Times 💦

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Desperate Souls 💦

Desperate Souls 2 💦

Desperate Souls 3 💦

Desperate Souls 4

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Abandoned Souls (1) 💥

Renewed Souls (2) 💥

Healed Souls (3) 

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Forgive Me, Father

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Praise kink, SMUT, slight fluff, swearing, dirty talk, Priest!kink (sorta), fingering (fem receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!) 

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Sweet baby Jesus, I know it’s been a long time so I have posted anything original so here you go! I got caught up reading John Winchester stuff, and it reminded me of my first love. Anyways, I really hope you like this! It’s not been looked over by anyone other than me so all mistakes are my own. 18+ only please! Also- all credit to the owners of the GIFS, they’re not mine!

You knew it was wrong, sneaking into this church in the middle of the night in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. You knew it was sinful and you wouldn’t hear the end of it, should Castiel find out. You knew, deep in your gut, that this would definitely keep you out of heaven. 

   However, you had a green-eyed, bow-legged, scar-covered, Dean Winchester lacing his fingers between your own as he led you up to the small Catholic church. He was grinning slyly, and his eyes were twinkling with mischief as he pulled his lock pick set from his pocket and expertly unlocked the doors of the looming building. Part of you regretted telling him of this specific fantasy a few nights ago as you shared a bottle of whiskey and watched the sun rise after a case the two of you had solved. 

   He had produced the said bottle and a thick, woven blanket as he pulled up to the empty field and put the Impala in park. 

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the sex scene || andrew garfield

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: being a new actress in the scene is hard enough, especially with sudden script changes. ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: andrew garfield x fem!reader ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: as many as I please ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: smut

Holding the script in your hands felt unreal. Although it was just a supporting role you felt incredibly proud of yourself for pulling it off, but there was still a long way to go. Your screen test was with one of the casting crew since the actor who was cast for the main role had interviews scheduled for the day, and a million questions went through your head. What if you didn't get along? What if there just wasn't that chemistry that makes movie couples so special? What if you failed to connect and that got you kicked off the movie?

Just as tears of nervousness and stress brimmed in your eyes, you realized you were gripping the script so hard it had started to crumple.

"Oh God..." You sighed and flattened the paper on your table, as you messily wiped away the tears.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door of your room.

You mumbled a couple of curses as you tried to make yourself look presentable and opened the door.

"Good morning miss, I hope you slept well, Andrew has arrived to the set so the directors can see if you work well together."

"Right now!?" Your heart started racing and the nervousness that you had just calmed down from came back.

"Yes, since the shooting starts in two days they want to make sure you two work well together, if we wait any longer it will be harder to find a replacement for your role if you two don't get along in your roles."

Well there was a nice way to say 'we need to do it now 'cause if you fuck it up we have time to replace you'...

"Alright, could you just give me a second to change?"

The man nodded and informed you he'd be waiting at the reception for you.

"Shit, shit, shit."

You showered in record time and fixed yourself up as fast as possible to meet the man that was waiting for you, and once you found him, you two were off to the set. It was at a walking distance from the hotel you were staying in.

Every step you took seemed to fuel your stress and anxiety, and had you not been in public, you would have slapped yourself to calm down, but since there were people around, counting to 10 backwards would have to suffice.

The second you entered the room your eyes met with Andrew's, and he smiled at you. You smiled back, trying your hardest to hide how nervous you were.

"Hi, I'm Y/N Y/L/N, nice to meet you!" You introduced yourself, and held out your hand.

Andrew immediarely stood up and shook your hand.

"I'm Andrew Garfield, it's a pleasure."

You took your seat and the director proceeded to explain to the both of you that you'd be doing an exercise, sort of like the screen test, to test your chemistry together as the main couple. The man indicated which scene you'd be playing and you both stood up to act it out.

"No need to be nervous." He whispered, as you two walked to the place where you'd be performing.

You smiled shyly, embarrassed that he'd picked up on your agitation, but happy he was actually really nice.

You took a deep breath, and did your job as best as you could. And it went a lot better than expected. Turns out that Andrew was really approachable and easy to work with, making it a lot better to get through. The director still had some tips and fixer-uppers, which you very much appreciated, and although it wasn't perfect, you were happy at how comfortable you had become by the end of the session.

"I'm looking forward to working with you, I hope you're not as nervous as you were..." Andrew told you, as he slipped on his jacket.

"I'm less nervous now, but I'm still very shaky 'cause this is my first time in the big screen. I've done some small roles but the vibe is a lot different right now."

Andrew nodded, as the both of you headed outside.

"It is pretty harsh, I remember my first time and I was just as nervous as you, but you'll do great. If you need anything you can always come to me!"

"Thank you so much! You've been so helpful, I'll make sure to buy you dinner after we shoot, if I'm not kicked off that is." You laughed.

Andrew laughed along.

"Don't say that! But hey," he stopped and pointed at you, with a cheeky smile on his face "I'll take you up on that offer!"

The man told you goodbye, as you went on your separate ways. Andrew had his own place on set since he'd be needed for a lot longer than you.

You hid your nose and mouth in your jacket, trying to warm your nose while simultaneously hiding the way you were smiling like an insane person, after the night had gone that well.

However, your happiness wouldn't last for long. The very next day you received a call from the directors about a script change. They told you you'd need to come by to pick up the new script, so they could discuss it with you and Andrew (since the scene they changed happened to be between the two of you).

Once you got there everyone was already sitting down, with the script in their hands. You greeted the men in the room and immediately sensed the discomfort in Andrew's voice. You found it strange, since you seemed to get along just fine the night before... Your tried to remain calm, however, and just took your seat.

But the reasoning of his uneasiness came rather sooner than later. The robust man handed you your new script.

"Well, Y/N, after yesterday we thought the scene wasn't enough, it was lacking a certain something that we saw would really get a good reaction of the spectators, and since you seemed to click so well we've decided to add a sex scene after the fight scene."

Ah, so that is why Andrew was so uneasy. You could see him staring at you from the corner of your eye, searching for what your reaction would be. You gulped, trying to suppress all feeling rushing right into you at the moment, and smiled.

"Sounds good!"

It had to sound good, you were far too scared of losing your first decent role by objecting to a director decision.

"Alright, Andrew agreed as well, so we're all done here, tomorrow we'll start with that scene, since it will be a rather climax point in the movie we want to get it done first."

You nodded and left without another word.

"Y/N!" You heard a familiar voice call from behind you.

You stopped and turned around, to find Andrew with a worried look.

"You alright?" He asked.

You smiled slightly and nodded.

"I'm okay."

There was an awkward silence, one of two people who knew the conversation was pointless. He knew you weren't okay, and you knew he was aware of your lies.

Andrew stepped in front of you.

"I know you're nervous, it's a big scene that just got bigger, with more feelings and emotions to act out, it's okay to feel nervous, it's the most normal thing in the world... Why don't we go over the scene tonight? I can come by your hotel and we can act it out."

You looked up at him.

"I don't want to bother you, you have weeks on end shooting scenes I don't wanna take up your last night of proper rest."

"It's okay, I was going to be up all night anyways, I can never sleep well before the first day of shooting, I'm always too anxious and excited." He told you.

You bit your lip, trying to hide how happy you were he offered to help you through it.

"So you really don't mind?"

"No ma'am." He replied with a smile.

You laughed at his goofy antics and nodded.

"Alright then, I'm in room 104B, come by whenever."

"I'll see you then!"

You waved goodbye to each other as you went your separate ways. The state of your room sent you into a slight panic. You had asked for the cleaning ladies to not clean your room since you had a bunch of things related to the movie around and you were afraid something would get leaked to the public if someone came in and saw those things. As a consequence, everything was everywhere. Clothes on the floor, papers all over every surface, makeup brushes sprawled on the sink counter and shoes and bags covering the floor. You continuously cursed yourself out as you cleaned your room and put everything in its place. You made the bed, folded the clothes neatly and put all the makeup in a proper bag.

By the time you were finished you were sweaty and hungry, so you made some 3 minute ramen on your room and took your sweet time taking a shower, so you'd at least be presentable when your co-star arrived.

You were blow-drying your hair when you heard a knock on the door.

"Shit- Just a second!"

You turned off the blow dryer and got dressed at the speed of light, you didn't expect him to come so soon, but then again, you might have taken a little too long cleaning up and lost track of time, with the dance breaks you took during a couple songs you played to help with the chore.

You opened the door, breathless, as soon as you were done.

"Hi! Sorry you had to wait I was... fixing myself."

"Oh no need to worry," he said, as you stepped away so he could come in "I didn't wait for long."

"You can take a seat, do you want anything to drink? I have tap water and tea made with tap water." You joked.

His laugh and smile were contagious, and you couldn't help but follow along as he giggled at your joke.

You sat in front of him, on the chairs by the big windows that showed the bright city underneath you, divided by a small circular table, where you placed your scripts. You had taken a little time to read it so you weren't unprepared when he came.

Andrew made sure to hit you with continuous small talk, to make you more comfortable with the scenario, and it worked very well.

By the time you started the scene, you were fully relaxed for the first time while holding those pages.

You started out by just reading the lines to each other, getting accustomed to it, and imagining the scene in your head. And you thought that was going to be it.

"Should we act it out now? Or do you want to read one more time just to make sure?"

You choked in the water and looked at him with big eyes.

"Act it... out?"

"Yeah I mean I thought that was the point? Acting it out is sort of the hardest part, trying not to look awkward on camera. But if you don't feel comfortable that's totally fine! I can help you out tomorrow when we shoot."

You looked away and chewed on your bottom lip as you thought. It should be a no-brainer really, but you weren't mentally ready for a fake sex scene with a man that good-looking, alone. If you made a fool out of yourself it would give you a couple sleepless nights, but you figured it was better to look like an asshat for one person only.

"Alright, let's do this. But please take the lead and tell me what to do."

Andrew set down the script on the table and stood up.

"Let's take it from the end of the fight scene, 'cause you have that one down really well."

You blushed slightly at the compliment.

"Alright so we end looking at each other angrily, and then I'll push you against the wall, alright?"

"Okay, let's do this."

You took a deep breath and shook out all the nervousness, as you got into character.

"So you can go fuck yourself!" You yelled the last line of your character and stared daggers at Andrew as he looked at you with the same intensity.

Just as promised, he gripped your hips and pushed you against the wall. The man inspected the way your body stood, and his hand crept down until it settled on the small of your back. He pulled you towards him softly yet confidently.

"Try to arch your back on this part, the closer our bodies are the better." He whispered.

His hand went back to holding your waist and your body maintained the shape he had carved, when his lips finally took yours, you were surprised at how passionately he kissed. Andrew had the sensation of someone who was incapable of being rough, but there he was, handling you like you were his puppet, and for a second you wished it wasn't all fake.

You instinctively pressed your crotch against his, and Andrew had to suppress a couple sounds that threatened to leave his throat. It wasn't his first sex scene, but the fact that you two were practicing alone, touching each other so intimately alone made him feel something else.

His fingers trailed up your body, from your waist to your hips. They went under your shirt, and his touch on your skin made your hand grip his hair a little harder. With one movement, Andrew removed your shirt, and his lips grazed your neck.

"Keep your back arched, lean your head against the wall, and make sure you don't cover your chest with your arms." The man whispered once more, before his lips left a wet trail of kisses down your jaw, kissing and sucking on some spots on your neck, hard enough so you'd feel it, but soft enough as to not leave a mark.

It was insanely hard not to say 'fuck it' and beg him to do it harder, but you maintained calm. His lips trailed back up and caught yours in a passionate, sinful kiss that would have you dreaming with him that night.

His hands held your ass, and he gave you a little pat as a signal, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, so he could carry you into bed.

Andrew laid you down quite harshly, then muttering a small 'sorry' in your ear.

He bent your legs and spread them apart so he could settle between them. The man glued his body to yours, your lips almost touching.

"Your thighs," he started, running his hands up your legs slowly "need to be covering our crotches to mask the fact that we won't actually be... well, fucking." He blushed a little as he said those words.

He kept straight eye contact as his hips moved steadily against yours.

Suddenly, you felt something hard against your crotch, and then Andrew stopped moving.

"Ah, shit... Sorry, that's... That's awkward."

He looked away for a second, unsure of what to do. A shot of adrenaline suddenly ran through your body, and in an unknown moment of bravery, you held his chin and made him kiss you again. Andrew gripped your thighs as he deepened the kiss. Your hands tangled in his hair and for the first time you didn't have to hold back.

Your fingers trailed down his body, and hooked around the hem of his shirt. The man got the message and immediately removed it. He looked into your eyes as you admired his physique. His tongue explored your mouth once more, as your hands grew more and more curious.

You undid the button of his jeans and slid one hand inside, earning a breathy moan from the contact of your hand against his boner. You teased him a little by squeezing his hardened member.

"I'll make you regret that, darling." He whispered in your ear.

His hand slid inside your underwear so fast you only noticed it when his fingers teased at your entrance.

"This wet? Already?" Andrew whispered, before kissing the spot right below your ear.

One finger entered you, followed by a second one right after, and then a third, stretching you out just enough.

You were trying not to be loud, and he could tell.

"None of that princess, I wanna hear you." He demanded, keeping a steady grip on your neck.

That was your kryptonite, and moans left your mouth non-stop. You were so drunk in pleasure from his fingers you didn't even notice him getting rid of the rest of his clothes. That is, until he pulled his fingers out.

"Open wide."

He placed his fingers by your mouth, which you gladly took and licked clean, never breaking eye contact.

"Good girl."

You winked at the man, and his soft side was brought up once more as he blushed, looked away and smiled slightly.

"Are you ready?" He then asked, his tip by your entrance.

You gripped the sheets and nodded as a response. Once he had your permission he didn't take it slow, he rammed inside of you, and a scream-like moan left your lips.

His hips snapped against yours almost melodically and you gripped his biceps for dear life.

"S-shit you're so good-" You moaned out.

He desperately tried to hide his blush every time but to no use. Your eyes were focused on his pleasure-filled face.

You clenched around him, and a string of curses left his mouth as Andrew tried his best not to cum yet.

"You're doing s-so good, y-you feel so good princess."

The praises sent you closer and closer to the edge, and as he hit just the right spot multiple times, your walls tightened around him and you came with a cry for his name. You didn't have time to ride out your orgasm, as the feeling of you and the way you moaned his name threw Andrew over the edge, and he pulled out, staining your body with hot spurts of cum.

Your foreheads rested against each other as you tried to catch your breaths.

"So... Are we doing it like this tomorrow?"

Andrew smiled and kissed you softly, tucking a strand of your messy hair behind your ear.

"If you want to, I don't mind."