ROBYN I WANNA GIVE YOU A MILLION KISSES FOR THIS MASTERPIECE

Just a gentle reminder in case anyone forgot this existed

So true bestie bob has the WORST breeding kink. Something about him wanting to be able to fill an airplane hangar with little mini bobs drives him crazy

oh he loves everything about it. loves the thought of you being full of him. loves the thought of your tits getting bigger, your belly round with his little one. it doesn't stop after he gets you pregnant, either. he's obsessed with your body. wants to touch you all the time. hands on your growing belly, on your breasts, on your widening hips. has this primal need to be inside you, to remind you that he's the one who did this to you, the only one who gets to put a baby inside you.

concomitant

prompt: "you don't want me? don't lie to me."

pairing: kang the conqueror x (f)reader

word count: 559

warnings: eighteen+ content, spoilers for quantumania, implied smut, kang being kang, my usual poetic flare.

note: shoutout to my bby @tom-whore-dleston for giving me even more of an excuse to write for this hunk of a man, i may have reworked your req and made it so reader took janets place with the whole 'fix my ship' storyline, so i hope that's ok!

“You don’t belong here.” The stark contrast between the heat from his gloves and the heat of your skin makes you shiver as he runs a finger along your jawline. His face so close to yours that you can see just how deep the scars that mark his face run. How dark and rigid they are against his skin. 

You wish it would make your stomach curdle. 

Wish it wasn’t making more questions and feelings start in your belly and go lower. Further into a region that has become too accustomed to stories of greatness and realities of time you can only dream of seeing, to offer you more than this realm you've reluctantly made your home. Your body has grown accustomed to his longing glances over a new discovery, the grazes of fingers when you're working together, his mission—his presence—giving you a purpose. Something you hadn't felt in years until he came into your life. 

Until he crashed and landed, lost and bruised, just like you. 

Until he lit a fire in your blood, making you feel cloudy and irrational in your thinking, urging you to go down a path from which you may never be able to return. 

“Come with me.” 

“I–”

“You can.” He finishes for you. Smothers any words of protest or conflict with the look he’s giving you. With the way he’s touching you so gently, so unlike the conqueror you’ve seen from his mind. 

The very thing that gives you pause. Reason to recoil from him even when you don’t. 

Instead, there's an ache between your legs that keeps you immobile against him. Keeps you in his clutches, in his trance. 

“There is nothing here for you.” His fingers leave your jaw, move across your collarbone, and down your chest, leaving you breathless the lower they go. “I can give you everything. Show you infinite realities. "Give you everything you've ever wanted," he says, his palm splaying just below your belly button. Your nails dig into the tethers of your makeshift home, to keep yourself from falling completely in his arms, hands—to your knees from his promises. "All those images of me you've played in your head at night when you think no one can hear the noises you make," his lips feather-like against your ear. “Come true.” 

Embarrassment stings your chest. Sends your insides in a twist and pull against each other as your head shakes. A denial at the tip of your tongue, ready to end this and be done with it all. To send him on his way, away from your home, away from you and the temptation he’s luring you into, like an unsuspecting traveler falling into a sinkhole they’ll never get out of. 

“You don’t want me?” He tsks, smirks against your ear. His voice low and authoritative: “Don’t lie to me. It will only take longer to get what we both want.” His hand moves across your clothed mound, fingers putting the lightest of pressures on your pelvis that has your hips moving forward involuntarily. 

“Join me, and I’ll give you everything.” His mouth finds yours. Seals your fate with his tongue, giving way to every promise he’s willing to keep if you take his hand and watch beside him as he wins a war he’s ultimately made you a part of.

As he burns the world.

simu liu: *existing*

me:

I should be working on my brat taming request, but I was thinking about miguel being needy to eat you out and I wrote smth that will be up very soon :)

Mando: can you ride?

You, looking him up and down: yes.

Mando, blushing: I meant the speeder.

Again

miguel o’hara x fem!reader

nsfw masterlist | main masterlist

word count: 0.7k

summary: miguel finds out you can squirt, and he wants to make you do it again

warnings: SMUT (18+), minors DNI, miguel being kinda needy, unprotected sex (pls be safe irl), a bit of praise and degrading :), creampie (bc i have a breeding kink), a lot of italics bc how else would y’all know what I mean?, also Spanish (translation at the end)

A/N: this thought would not leave my head, so this happened. also, I know there’s a lot of debate ab squirting and how it happens/what it is…I don’t have time to get into all that, just enjoy the short little fic // as always, feedback is greatly appreciated, reblog and lmk what you think! <333

Thinking about how Miguel would react the first time he makes you squirt

You two have been going at it for a while now, and he’s made you come twice already

He switches up positions, and you swear you can feel him deeper this time, hitting a spot inside you that no one ever has before

And, by God, you’re seeing stars. You can’t think straight, not when he’s pounding into you with an intensity that makes your soul leave your body; it’s a completely otherworldly experience

He just keeps going, keeps hitting that spot, and oh no, again, a-fucking-gain.

You didn’t think you could reach your orgasm so fast, but he feels so good, and you just can’t hold on any longer

You gasp, gripping onto him tightly, “Miguel, please, I’m…ay dios, I’m gonna-”

You squirt.

Miguel stops completely, staring down at where your bodies meet. Eyes wide, taking in what just happened before looking back at you to meet your shocked gaze.

You swear your breath catches in your throat. That look he gives, one of pure hunger and lust, feral even.

“Do that again.” His voice comes out as a growl, a command. Fuck, he needs you to do that again. The way you squeezed tighter around him, the way you sounded when you squirted, the dazed look you had…he needs it again.

He starts up again, trying desperately to mimic what he had been doing earlier to ensure that you would squirt at least one more time.

“Por favor querida, hágalo otra vez” You’ve never seen him so needy, and you can’t help but whine at his words.

He brings his thumb to your clit, rubbing tight circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves, trying to bring you closer to the edge. “C’mon baby, please, I know you have it in you, just one more time, that’s all I’m asking. Solo una vez más.”

You don’t know what comes over you. Maybe it’s his intensity, how badly he wants it, the way that he’s begging you, the way his cock hits that spot inside you just right.

You’re squirting…again.

And the moan Miguel lets out? Absolutely heavenly, you assume that’s what the angels must sound like when you reach the pearly gates. Although, they could never truly sound as good as he does.

And he’s thanking you, praising you, telling you, “Así cariño- such a good girl, squirting all over my cock like a fucking whore.”

You can’t take it anymore, you’re so overwhelmed, so strung out, so overstimulated - but you need more. Need Miguel to give you exactly what you want, and you know he’s close.

“Por favor amor, sé que quieres-” You whimper, barely able to get the words out. Your mind is foggy, unable to string together a coherent thought other than the desire to be wrecked and filled by the man before you.

“Mm, you want me to cum? Want me to fill up your pretty little pussy? Want me to breed you?”

You don’t have to say anything, the way you tighten around him and dig your nails deeper into his skin is enough of an answer.

And he can’t hold out any longer, not that he wants to anyways. 

With a deep groan, he’s cumming inside. Twitching and rutting against you, keeping himself buried to the hilt, making sure that not a single drop escapes.

He leans down, still staying inside your soaked and pulsing heat, placing gentle kisses and bites on your tits and neck.

He’s muttering praises into your skin, telling you how good you were for him.

“Siempre eres tan buena para mí.” He whispers beside your ear before turning to kiss you, passion and desire and appreciation all mixing together in an intoxicating kiss.

Anyways

I think it would become a regular occurrence for Miguel to try and make you squirt at least once every time you have sex from that day forward.

—

Translation:

ay dios - oh god

Por favor querida, hágalo otra vez - please darling, do it again

Solo una vez más - just one more time

Así cariño - like that sweetheart

Por favor amor, sé que quieres - please, love, I know you want to

Siempre eres tan buena para mí - you’re always so good for me

—

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I Was Made For Lovin' You

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

song inspo: I was made for lovin' you by kiss

main masterlist // nsfw masterlist

word count: 3.4k

summary: Eddie believes you're a "quiet miss goody-two-shoes". You're going to prove him wrong.

warnings: SMUT (18+), minors DNI!, both eddie and reader are 18+, fingering (feat. ring kink), oral (m), sub/dom dynamics, PIV, unprotected sex (pls be safe irl), cowgirl to missionary, dirty talk, praise kink, biting kink/leaving hickeys, creampie, language, mutual pining, fluff, eddie being sweet, tattoo tracing, way too many fucking italics and semi colons, it ends real sweet tho

A/N: This is a part two to I wanna be with you but I wrote it so it could be read as a standalone. Also, I’ve never written a smut oneshot, so this was definitely a challenge, but I tried my best. :)

It's silent between the two of you on the drive back to Eddie's place. He has the radio tuned to the local rock station, and you can hear Metallica's Master of Puppets playing through the speakers. You were bopping your head, drumming your fingers, and silently singing along to the song. Eddie could hear you and would turn to look at you during stop lights. He couldn't fucking believe that you, quiet miss goody two shoes, were in his van and heading back to his place. He thought he was losing his mind but in the best way possible.  

It wasn't much longer 'til he pulled up to his trailer. As soon as he parked, he turned the car off and got the keys out of the ignition. Then, hopping out of his van, he makes his way to the passenger side, opening the door for you and helping you step out. Eddie led the way to his door, unlocking it and stepping off to the side to allow you to get in first before closing the door behind you.   

He kicks off his Reeboks and leaves them by the door as he explains, "Sorry for the mess, uh, the maid took the week off."  

You mimic his actions while asking, "You live here alone?"   

He shakes his head and clarifies, "With my uncle. But, uh, he works nights at the plant. Bringing home the big bucks." 

Smirking up at him as you took in his words and realized, "Well, at least now I know there won't be any interruptions."  

You've been messing with Eddie's head since your first propositioned this whole thing to change his mind. He really did think you were a saint, though. He thought about you a lot his (second) senior year. He had the habit of watching you, just across the cafeteria or passing by in the hall or your shared English classroom. He tried his best to be subtle, and he was sure you never noticed him because every time he looked in your direction, you were looking anywhere but him. But from what he saw, you were introverted, sweet, smart. Everything about you pointed to being a quiet miss goody two shoes that guys wanted to bring home to meet their parents. And now, here you were, at ‘the freak’s’ trailer, looking entirely out of place.   

"Hey, you know, you don't have to do this. I'll understand if you were just messing around." A selfish part of him wishes you aren't. That you actually do want to be here with him. He started drumming his fingers against his thigh, a little nervous or bored habit he picked up. In this case, it was for the former reason.   

Your eyes went to look at his ring-clad fingers before bringing your gaze up to meet his. You didn't say anything yet, just quietly made your way over to him until you were standing toe to toe. You noticed his breath hitch at your proximity, and there was the start of a light pink blush dusting his cheeks. Your gaze flickered down to his lips before looking back up at him.  

"Can I kiss you?" as soon as the words left your mouth, his nod and whisper of a yes were all you needed before bringing your lips to his. Eddie leaned closer to you, gingerly placing his hands on your hips. You brought your hands up to his hair. God, how you had dreamed of running your fingers through his hair. It was just as soft as you imagined. Tugging on his hair, Eddie groaned in response and deepened the kiss. His tongue making its way past your now open lips; you always thought that he'd be a great kisser, but you never could've known it'd be this magical.   

You pull away a little bit, your hands making their way down, trying to take off that Dio jacket he wore all the time. He took his hands off your hips, and an involuntary whine came out that was soon replaced by a sigh as he fully took off his jacket, and you saw his forearms, his bat tattoos on display. You always wanted to get a closer look at his tattoos, wanted to see just how much ink covered his body and where.   

Before you knew it, he was back on you, kissing you with such fervor that you almost believed this must be his last day on Earth. Your hands slipped under his Hellfire shirt, feeling the warmth radiate off his skin. He was quick at work unbuttoning your blouse and untucking it from your skirt. As he slipped the shirt off your body, he pulled away and let out a groan at the sight of your breasts still contained in your bra.   

"Take it off," he begged, "please."  

You could never deny him when he pleaded with you, so you reached behind to unhook your bra as you watched him pull off his shirt. A moment of silent appreciation passed as you both took in the appearance of each other. You wished he had granted you more time to appreciate the tattoos that graced his chest, but Eddie had other plans.   

He leaned down towards you, hands on the back of your thighs and lips brushing against your ear as he whispered one word: jump.  

With your help, he wasted no time picking you up and leading you the short distance down the hall to his bedroom. He laid you down on your back, trailing kisses down your neck towards your chest. You could feel the sting of his teeth scraping and biting against the sensitive skin of your breast. He was marking you. The dizzying realization sent shivers down your spine and sighs parting from your lips.

The feeling clashes with a new one, the one of his hand trailing up your thigh. Rubbing circles on the soft flesh just below your aching cunt. His fingers start to make their way farther up until you can feel them brush against your swollen clit over your panties.   

"Can I?" He pleaded as he toyed with the seam.   

You nod, choking out the words, "Yes, please."  

Eddie hooks his fingers under the band as he slides your underwear down your legs before dropping it onto the floor nearby. You squirm under his set gaze on your bare pussy, feeling insecure under the full attention he's giving you. Unconsciously, your legs try to close, to shield yourself. Eddie places a hand on your knee, not using any force to open you up again.  

"You okay, sweetheart?" You can see the concern in his deep brown eyes. Those same eyes that just moments ago you felt insecure under. Why? There was such adoration in them that you couldn't imagine feeling anything but secure and safe around him. Without thinking much of it, you let your legs spread open in front of him. A breathy thank you left his lips as he started up his marking again.  

You gasped as you felt Eddie running a finger up and down your slit, teasing you. "Please, Eddie, I need you." You were desperate, whining at this point, waiting for him to give you any sort of relief. Finally, he surrendered to your begging as he slipped a finger inside your weeping cunt.   

"Jesus, darling, you're so wet— all this for me, huh?" All you could do was nod as your mind focused on the coolness of his ring against your skin as he pumped his finger in and out of you at a rhythmic pace. He soon started to stretch you out further, adding a second finger. You clasped your hand over your mouth, trying to stop some of your moans from spilling out. Eddie noticed, shaking his head at you and placing his free hand over yours.  

"C'mon baby, no one's here, just you and me." He started to guide your hand away from your mouth as he went on, "We can be as loud as we want." As those words fell from his mouth, he curled his fingers up, hitting that spot that drew you so close to your release. Once his thumb started rubbing circles on your clit, you were a goner. Your fingernails dug into his shoulders where you were gripping tightly, pulsating clenches on his fingers as your orgasm washed over you and crying out for him.   

You feel Eddie let his fingers slip out; they're glistening in the dim light, covered with your juices. You look up to see him holding your gaze as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks them clean. Your whimper is soon swallowed by his mouth on yours, and you can taste yourself on his tongue. You use this as an opportunity to switch positions, having him lay down under you. Eddie starts to move his hands down to land on your hips once again, but you're off him before he can.   

He sits up at the edge of the bed now, cocking his head to the side in confusion. You lean down towards him, placing a short kiss on his lips before heading further south. You're trailing kisses down his neck, across the expanse of his chest, paying particular attention to the tattoos that litter his skin. As your lips leave kisses further south, you get down on your knees. You hear Eddie gasp above you as you place one last kiss over the bulge straining against his jeans.   

 Your fingers work deftly on his button and zipper, nudging him to lift his hips to help you get his pants off. He takes the opportunity to pull his boxers down along with his jeans. Your eyes widen at the sight of his cock, aching and dripping with precum. The moment you wrap your hand around him, his head is tossed back, whimpers and moans tumbling out of his mouth. You wanted to taste him, to feel the weight of him against your tongue. Wrapping your lips around his tip and sucking, you nearly purred at the words of praise from him.  

"Please don't stop." He begged, "You feel so good—" Looking down at you, gazing up at him through your lashes, he can't stand it. Eddie feels like he's going insane. He can't fucking believe that here you are, on your knees, sucking his dick like you've done it a hundred times before.   

"Shit— you're really good at this." But he doesn't want to think it's because of practice. He'd burst at the seams with jealously at the idea of another man ever having been in this position before with you. So, he won't; instead, he's focused on the fact that he can feel a pleasant vibrating sensation whenever you moan with him in your mouth. All the more incentive to get you to make those pretty noises.  

"Oooh yes— just like that, keep going, darling." He's gripping the side of his bed so tight that his knuckles are turning ghostly white. He began gently thrusting into your throat just a few times before you pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the head of his cock. Eddie started to whine, saying he was so close.   

His protests soon died down at your request, "Scoot back and lie down." He followed your instruction without hesitation as you started taking off your skirt and made your way back to him. You're straddling him, a hand placed on his chest to steady yourself while the other reaches down to guide his cock right at your entrance.   

"Say you want me, and I'm yours." Eddie looked up at you with those pretty, big, brown eyes, already pleading with you with his gaze. He placed his hands on your hips, not forcing you down but preparing for your actions as he said what you were waiting for.  

"I need you, please— I'm begging you, darling." That was all you needed to hear before sinking down on him, slowly, inch by inch. You can't believe how full you feel; you've never felt like this with anyone before.   

"Good girl, fuck, you take me so well, like you were fucking made for me." And you believe it. You really believe that you must be made for each other because there's nothing else that can explain just how right it feels to finally have him inside you. Right now, you just want to take your time with him, slowly working your way up and down on him, focus on how he pulses inside you, on his praises.  

"Shit, that's my girl." My girl. You can feel yourself flutter and tighten around him just at the thought of being his girl.   

"Mhm— your girl, Eddie." At these words, he sits up, arms wrapped around your waist and flipping you both, your back now pressed against the mattress. He stills for a moment, cupping your face to look into your eyes. Then, running his thumb along your bottom lip before closing the gap between you two. You moan into his kiss, feeling him thrust, slow but firm.   

He pulls away from your kiss, placing his hands under your thighs to push them up towards your chest. You cry out as you feel this new depth, fuck, you didn't know he could get even deeper.   

"Love the sounds you make when I'm 'side you, sweetheart." You could say that same, that you arch and clench for him whenever you hear him. But you can't say anything, not when he's getting rougher, faster— pounding into you with a new force and determination. You can feel that familiar feeling building, that knot getting tighter at the base of your stomach.   

Eddie can sense it too, "That's it baby, I know, I know, c'mon, let go for me." He's all but begging you; he needs it, needs to feel you come on him. There's no way you can deny him or yourself that. That knot finally snaps, your eyes rolling back as you scream out over how intensely your orgasm is wracking through your body.   

"Jesus— You're so pretty when you come all over my cock." And he's still going, still pumping into your sensitive cunt with the same force. Your senses are so overwhelmed; it's like you can feel every single one of your nerve endings.   

"Fuck I'm close, christ, where do you want me?" You're so cock drunk you can't say anything; nothing at all. All you can do is wrap your legs tighter around him, trying your best to send the message that you need him to stay inside you; that's where you want him.   

"Shit shit shit— gonna fill you up, that's what you want, right? Wanna feel full of my cum?" You're nodding desperately as you start to babble nonsense that you want him, need him, everything he wants to give you, you'll take. And with one final deep stroke, your wishes are granted. Eddie holds himself over you as he empties himself inside you, milking him for all he's worth, you feel every drop of him, and you're addicted. Addicted? Can you be addicted after only one time?   

With Eddie Munson? Absolutely.  

You're brought out of your trance as you feel him maneuver to lay down beside you. You turn to look at each other and are met with a dazed, lovestruck smile on his face. You can only assume you look the same way to him.   

"Told ya." Those are the only words you can think of in this hazy moment.  

Eddie's smile falters a bit, and his brow furrows, "What?"  

"Told ya I wasn't a saint." You assume the grin on your face has taken on a cocky demeanor at your statement.  

He laughs, almost in disbelief, "Please tell me you didn't sleep with me just to prove a point."  

You're taken aback, a faux offended gasp leaving your lips, "Of course not! I've wanted this for a while; proving myself right was just a bonus." And it was a great bonus. You loved being right, especially when it proved others wrong.   

Eddie didn't mind much, simply focusing on one part of your response, "A while, huh?" His raised brow had such a smug air to it that you couldn't help but lightly smack him on his chest.  

"Oh, hush!" You left your hand on his chest, placed right over one of his tattoos. So, to avoid being teased further, you moved your attention to the ink on his skin. You began lightly tracing it but soon noticed Eddie squirming under your touch.   

"Are you ticklish?" Your eyes widened at the possibility, already planning on how you could use this to your advantage in the future.  

He nodded, adding, "Just a bit, but I'll hold it off just for you." Sending you a sweet, dimpled smile, like he was doing you the biggest favor in the world.   

You shook your head and laughed, "You're such a dork." Eddie shrugged and just accepted the title. At least it was better than 'freak.'   

After some more mindless tracing, you notice the handcuffs hanging on his wall; nodding towards them, you ask, "Maybe we can use those next time." It was a test of sorts, trying to get a feel for how he'd react to the possibility of this becoming a recurrent thing.  

"Next time? There's gonna be a next time?" His smile soon morphed into a smirk.  

"Well, only if you want to." The ball was now back in his court; up to him to make up his mind about the two of you.   

"Fuck yeah, I do! I've waited so long for this; I'm not gonna let you go now. I can't get enough of you." Of course, that's not entirely the answer you expected, but you gladly took it.  

"Waited so long? Jesus, Eddie, did we like each other this whole time? Are you trying to tell me I had a chance with you a year ago?" There's no way. You spent the entirety of your senior year pining over him. If there was even a chance that something could've happened, you feel like you'd create a time machine just to go back and smack some sense into past you to get the nerve to make a fucking move on him.   

Eddie's eyes widen in shock, "A chance with me? I didn't even know you knew I existed 'til a few hours ago!" Now he couldn't believe it. That entire past year, he was sure that you had no clue who he was. And now? Now he's finding out that you liked him for a year? If he had just talked to you at least once, you two could've already been together.  

You groan out, exasperated, "We're idiots!" He snorts at this because you're right. You two were idiots in love.   

"Well, at least I'm your idiot." His gaze steady on your face, testing his luck with you, "Hopefully."  

You're beaming at him, basking in the meaning of his words, "Wouldn't have it any other way."  

You take this newfound confirmation and comfort to cuddle into him more, sighing against him, "I like being close to you. You're warm." And he was. So warm and soft and comfortable, everything about him felt like home.   

He smiled down at you, "You too, darling, could have you in my arms all night."   

He started to pull you in closer, but you glanced up at him and asked, "You want me to stay all night?"  

He looks at you, baffled, "Did you think I'd kick you out or something?"  

You feel yourself heat up a bit in embarrassment, "Well, no... but I don't know how you're gonna explain this to your uncle when he gets home."  

His smile made his whole face glow as he said, "Easy, my girlfriend spent the night; he'll understand."  

You couldn't fight the smile that mimicked his own at the fact that he now called you his girlfriend. With the knowledge that you could stay here with him, you started to relax more into him, closing your eyes and awaiting the peaceful bliss of sleep in his arms. You were just starting to drift off when:  

"Shit! — I should probably do some aftercare, right?"  

You can't help but laugh. 

  ~~~

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The Guy Next Door

pairing: college neighbor jake ‘hangman’ seresin x afab!reader

summary: year after year he was there. the universe had to have something against you, leaving the man that pissed you off at your every turn. one night you decide to confront him, again, only for it to end with a confession you weren't expecting.

wc: 3.9k

warnings: 18+, smut, minors dni, vaginal sex, oral sex (f to m), vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, pet names (doll), dirty talk, hate sex turned soft???

a/n: college neighbor jake is finally here!!! sorry it took forever for me to write this.

It all started your freshman year of college. Life was great. You were finally on your own, able to explore whatever you wanted. Everything was going fine until you arrived at your English course. That was when you met him. 

Jake Seresin. 

Everyone had been infatuated with him from day one, except you. He would flash his smile and everyone would giggle, teachers included. All you could do was roll your eyes and focus on your assignments. But it all got worse when you two were paired up for a peer review. All you had to do was make it through the semester, then he would be gone. 

Wrong. 

When you arrived at your sociology class the next semester, he was there. The man with the ego the size of Jupiter. But alas here he was. You tried to keep your distance, but he didn’t seem to care. He sat directly next to you, smiling wildly as you rolled your eyes. 

“What do you want?” 

“What? Don’t want some familiar company?” 

A group project was assigned to you two. All you wanted to do was murder him. His snide comments, barely helping with the work, and everything else he did. You thought about informing the teacher, but decided it wasn’t worth it. Then the semester ended. 

The summer rolled by quickly, visiting family back home. Before you knew it you were moving into your new apartment. It was one that was one campus. The apartments were just finished last year. You saw many people carrying boxes into them, including a familiar face. All you could hope for was that his apartment wouldn’t be near yours. 

Wrong again. He was your next door neighbor. And not only was he your next door neighbor as a sophomore and junior. You prayed that for your senior year he wouldn’t be your neighbor. Hell, you’d even be okay with him being two doors down. Just not your next door neighbor. But the world must have been laughing at you. 

Your senior year when you showed up to your apartment, boxes in tow, you immediately recognized the Dallas Cowboys doormat. A rage boiled inside of you, frustrated at your luck through the years. Four years of being stuck with one of the most annoying, pompous, egotistical asshats for four years. The only thing you were thankful for was that you had different majors, meaning you only had to see him in passing. 

“Hey doll, did you miss me?” 

“In your dreams, Jake.”

He just got under your skin. Every loud game night he had with Bradley and Javy. The occasional chick you could hear. Sometimes you wondered if he actually made those girls feel good, or if he was just paying them to be loud. You had confronted him about it in the past, on multiple occasions. At first you had tried being nice about it, but he made it hard. That charming smile and gorgeous emerald green eyes made you want to punch him. And tonight, you weren’t going to let it slide. It was one of the only nights you had for yourself. 

You didn’t work that day and had finished your homework earlier in the week. You were planning on curling up on the couch, getting wine drunk while Brooklyn 99 played in the background. You might have been two glasses of wine in, but there was no denying it. You heard cheering through the walls. You quickly did a google for NFL games and saw that the Cowboys were in fact playing. They were in the fourth quarter, up by a touchdown with a minute and a half left. So, you waited. 

It had been thirty-minutes since the game ended. You slipped on your slippers, then replaced your loose t-shirt with a baggy zip up hoodie. You weren’t trying to be presentable, you were trying to look like an irritated neighbor. You slipped out of your apartment, locking it behind you before heading to his door. You stood on the Cowboys doormat, knocking then crossing your arms. 

It was a few moments until the door swung open, being greeted by a devilish smile that made your eyes roll. He leaned against the door frame,hands attached to the top of the frame as he leaned towards you. His eyes raked over you, taking in your messy yet comfortable attire. You heard a bit of shuffling behind him, not paying it any attention. You wished looks could kill, had for a long time because if they did, Jake wouldn’t be in your life. 

“Did you have a nightmare?” Jake asked with a playful smirk. 

“Haha, funny.” Your nose crinkled at his comment. He was truly the worst. 

“If you want me to tuck you back in, I will. I just have some company over.” 

“Jake, we need to have a talk. Again.” Jake looked back over his shoulder, presumably to Bradley and Javy. You knew it was the two of them, Jake didn’t watch football with anyone else. 

You heard some more rustling before the two of them finally came into view. Jake leaned towards the side of the door, crossing his arms as his friends left. Javy awkwardly waved at you as he scooted past you. Bradley gave you and Jake both a nod, moving past the two of you and following Javy down the hallway. After the two of them were out of sight you turned back to Jake. He had one arm propped up against the door frame, the other hand grabbing the door. 

“And to what do I owe the honor?” Jake asked, biting his bottom lip and looking at you. 

“You know why.” You let out a huff, crossing your arms across your chest. 

“If I did, would I be asking?” Jake quipped back. You glared at him, irritation starting to boil under your skin. “Shouldn’t make that face doll, it doesn’t look good.” 

“Jake, it’s the same thing every time.” He tilted his head against the door frame, a twinkle in his eye. He stood up straight, arm on the door frame and hand still on the door. He leaned towards you with a playful look. 

“Is it? ‘Cause I’m starting to think you just want to come over to see me.” Everything inside of you wanted to wipe the floor with his shit eating grin. 

“Why the fuck, would I ever want to see you?” Something was boiling deep inside of you now. Something you couldn’t pinpoint exactly. 

Jake watched as your eyes went wide, nostrils flaring in irritation. It filled his heart with joy. He had been admiring you for years, trying to crack that little shell of yours. But your shell stayed as sturdy as steel, never breaking or cracking. That’s when he made it his mission to at least rile you up. Any amount of attention you would give him, he feasted on. Yearning for more. More side eyes, more glares, more harsh words, more ego crushing sentiments. 

“Because I’m handsome, sexy, charming, funny, and a lot of other things.” 

“More like annoying, loud, obnoxious, vexing, and so many unflattering things.” 

The two of you stood there, staring at one another. His emerald eyes raked down over your body, flicking back up to your eyes. This was the first time you were able to take in his attire. Grey joggers, that fit him a little too well, and a black t-shirt, that also fit a little too well. He crossed his arms over his chest, biceps flexing against the material of the sleeves. His chest seemed a little bit bigger now too, almost like he was flexing his pecs. 

It wasn’t that Jake wasn’t attractive, because he was. Way more attractive than any person you had ever dated. Honestly, more attractive than any other man you had seen on campus. It’s like he had been made in a laboratory, or even carved by Greek statue makers. He was who every little girl dreamed of marrying when they got older. He looked like a fucking ken doll. But his personality, it was grating. 

“Jake, I just wan-”

Without warning, his lips were pressed against yours. His hands moved to your hips, pushing the hoodie you wore up, exposing some skin. His touch was searing against your skin, fueling the irritation already festering inside of you. You kissed him back though, pressing your body flush to his. You needed him to feel your irritation, and if this was the way, then so be it. He guided the both of you back into his apartment, swiping the door shut before pressing you up against it. 

His fingers traced the top of your bike shorts, pulling your hips flush against his own. You could feel his cock already getting hard in his joggers. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, asking for silent entry. You let his tongue slip into your mouth, working over every inch of your mouth. He was dominating, body covering yours as his tongue took control of your mouth. The irritation was still bubbling deep inside of you, but it wasn’t telling you to stop. One of his legs slotted between yours, applying the right amount of pressure against your now weeping cunt. 

“Fuck!” You pulled back from his mouth, letting out a whimper. 

“That’s it baby, go on and say my name.” Jake chuckled, moving down to mouth at your throat and shoulder. His tongue felt like lava on your skin, searing everything it touched. “I know you want to.”

“In your dreams.” You muttered, arms wrapping around his shoulders. 

“Trust me doll, it’s already in them.” Your cunt clenched at the implications of his words. The thought of him thinking about you in this manner, it was sinful. 

A moan rippled through you when he pressed his thigh against the apex of your thighs. Your hips stuttered, giving into the delicious pleasure he was giving you. The thin material of your bike shorts was the only thing separating the two of you. You had decided not to wear panties after your shower earlier. You silently thanked yourself while rocking back and forth on his thigh. Your wetness was most likely soaking your bike shorts, creating a wet spot on your shorts and his joggers. 

“You seem a little eager, doll.” He teased, feeling the faint sensation of your wetness soaking his pants. 

“Eager for you to shut up.” You quipped back, wanting him to stop. It was embarrassing but you couldn’t seem to stop yourself. You wanted more of him, but you wanted him to shut his mouth and drop the fucking smirk. 

“Want me to put my mouth to work? All you gotta do is ask.” Jake dipped his head into the space where your neck met your shoulder. His tongue darted out to lap at your skin, pressing his thigh tighter against your clothed cunt. 

A moan ripped through your throat while you rocked your hips against his thigh. One of Jake’s hands moved up from your waist, tugging the collar of your sweatshirt to the side. Searing kisses trailed down to your collarbone and shoulder. Another moan erupted from you when you felt his teeth drag over your skin, nipping lightly. 

You didn’t want to beg. A heat filled you when you thought about begging him to give you more. You had to maintain some form of dignity. This isn't even what you had come over for. But god, were you enjoying it. It just wasn’t enough. You need more. More kisses, more dirty talk, more touching, more of his fucking texan accent. With reluctance, you swallowed your pride only to be interrupted. 

“If you want me to stop, I’ll stop.” Jake was still tucked into the crook. Hot breath coated your skin, him stopping his actions. 

Without a second thought, you laced your fingers into his hair, tugging him back to look at you. A small groan left him when you tugged the golden locks. His emerald eyes watched you, taking in your lust blown eyes. He couldn’t believe you were finally looking at him like that. You looked almost feral, like an animal during mating season.

“I will move out if you don’t fuck me.” That ticked something off in Jake. 

He was on you like a wild animal. His lips crashed against yours, dominating the kiss immediately. He removed his thigh from between your legs, quickly slipping his hand down your shorts. Fingers slipped between your folds swiftly, immediately finding your clit. The tightness in your abdomen was suddenly immense, almost on the edge already. 

“This wet already? Do I always get you like this?” Jake teased, fingers rubbing tight circles on you. 

“There’s a first time for everything.” A snarky smile covered your lips, nearly matching his own. 

Jake watched as your head fell back against his door, exposing your neck once more. It took everything in him not to latch on, your skin taunting him. He wanted to watch you, see what you looked like as you came all over his hand. He had only seen it in his imagination, dreams sometimes escalating the idea. The way your mouth would fall open, whines and moans pouring from it, all while your hips would buck against his hand. God, he needed it badly. 

“I hope it’s not the only time.” He adjusted to press his clothed crotch against your hip, rutting desperately. 

“Don’t push it, Jake.” You bit back. 

The tightness in your abdomen was almost painful. A part of you was embarrassed at the situation. No one had ever pushed you this close so fast. Let alone it be by someone you could barely stand. Your orgasm was threatening to take over at any moment. A small part of you was holding it back, not wanting to fully give in to Jake. 

He slipped his left arm around your waist, pulling you snug against him. The pressure of your hip was delightful on his cock. Every sound that came from you had his cocking twitching. He wondered if you were able to feel each twitch, able to tell how needy he actually was for you. 

“Fuck.” Jake barely picked up on the cuss, your whines almost hiding it completely. Your left hand reached for his right bicep, clutching it as your other hand fisted his black t-shirt. Jake didn’t say anything, just watched as the band in your abdomen snapped. 

Your mouth fell agape, whines and moans pouring from it. It felt like your legs were going to give out, quivering as his fingers kept rubbing your clit. Waves of pleasure rocked through you, your body trying to curl in from the sensation. You couldn’t help but rest your face on Jake’s chest, breathing in his scent. 

“Who would have thought, someone so angry could look so hot when they came.” Jake whispered in your ear, removing his hand from your shorts. You shot him a glare, still leaning against him. 

“You thought that was hot, wait until I use you for all you’re worth.” You whispered in a harsh tone. Jake raised an eyebrow, not expecting that answer. He didn’t mean to challenge you, but that was exactly what he did. “You’re gonna sit there while I ride you, and listen to me for once.”

All Jake could do was nod, a devilish smirk on his face. He led you over to the couch, hands settling on your hips as he kissed you more. Fingers crept along the band of your bike shorts, dipping below the material to guide them down. You helped shimmy out of them, the item falling to the floor. Jake grabbed your now bare ass, kneading your flesh while pulling you closer to him. Jake groaned when he felt you start to paw at the waistband of his joggers. 

“Tell me, doll. Tell me you want me, want my cock.” Jake teased, a smirk forming on his lips. 

You looked at him, inching his boxers and joggers over the swell of his ass. You refused to tell him you wanted him, even though a part of you was now begging to give in. His eyes were trained on you as you slowly moved down. You moved down to your knees as you pulled his clothing off, kneeling in front of him. You broke eye contact with him, finally looking at his cock. 

“Fuck.” You whispered.

His cock was just as beautiful as him. The head was red and angry, begging for attention. You took him in your hand, stroking lightly. He twitched in your hand, silently begging. You looked up, locking with his emerald eyes. His chest was moving heavier while watching you stroke him. He went to speak, only for you to lick the head of his cock. The tip of your tongue gathered his precum, running it over your upper lip. 

“You look so good like this.” Jake said, groaning when you took the head of his cock in your mouth. 

The skin felt like silk on your tongue. The smooth sensation was intoxicating, driving you to bob your head a little faster. Your tongue worked along the underneath of his cock, tracing a slightly prominent vein. His hand came down to the back of your head, resting there. You kept taking him deeper and deeper, your nose eventually touching the neatly trimmed curls at the base of his cock. Your hand came up, lightly massaging his balls as you deepthroated him. 

“Fuck, doll,” Jake brought his hand around to your jaw, “it’s like your mouth was made for my cock.” 

You pulled back a little, keeping a majority of him still in your mouth. You just needed a little bit of space to breath before taking him all the way back down. He started stroking the hinge of your jaw. His fingers followed your jaw, coming up to tracing your lips. Your eyes had started to water by now. Jake grabbed your hair, pulling you off of him. 

“Ride me. Now.” 

Jake sat down on the couch behind him, hand loosening from your hair. You climbed up into his lap, pressing down against his cock. His hands gripped your hips as you rocked back and forth on him, your wetness mixing with the saliva still coating his cock. The head of his cock slipped past your folds, rubbing your clit. You shuddered at the sensation, letting your head fall back as shock waves of pleasure ran through you. 

A part of you was eager for this, irritation melting into excitement. Your body had started to give into the pleasure, focusing now on just getting stretched open by him. One of your hands rested on his clothed chest, the other reaching behind you for his cock. You lined him up with your entrance, pausing before sinking down. 

Moans left the both of you as you slowly sank down his cock. His hands tightened on your hips, your hoodie covering his hands from view. The stretch was satisfying, finally whipping away all of your irritation from your mind. You could feel him twitch inside of you, a moan slipping from you. Both of your hands gathered on Jake’s clothed chest. You cursed that he wasn’t fully undressed, craving the feeling of his skin on your hands. Jake leaned forward, kissing at your jawline. 

“Take your time, doll. I can be a lot.” His words ticked something inside of you. 

“Are you challenging me?” You lifted your hips abruptly and slammed back down onto him. 

Jake groaned, grabbing your hips roughly. He glared at you, not answering you. You set a rough pace, bouncing on him rapidly. The sounds of skin slapping filled the room, moans and groans mixing with them. You fisted your hands into his shirt, using his chest to balance yourself. A burning sensation had started to take over in your thighs. 

Jake threw his head back, groaning while you bounced on him. It was better than he could have ever imagined. Your warmth was enveloping him, pushing him closer to his peak. Jake looked up at you, watching your focused face as you rode him. A part of him wondered if you were even enjoying it, or only accepting the “challenge”. He grabbed your hips roughly, stilling your movements. His thumbs circled on your hips softly. 

“Use me.” Jake said, locking eyes with you. 

Your eyes widened at his words. A small amount of embarrassment was starting to set in. You hadn’t realized that you weren’t fully enjoying yourself. But Jake did. This guy who pissed you off to no end, he noticed you weren’t fully enjoying yourself. You nodded. 

You started your pace again, slower this time. You rocked and rolled your hips against his, eliciting moans from the both of you. Jake’s hands on your hips helped guide you, slowly rolling your hips. The burning in your thighs was becoming tiring, something Jake was picking up on. He leaned up against you, lips almost on your earlobe. 

“Lean on me, let me take care of you.” 

You nodded, pressing your chest against his. His hands wrapped around to grab your ass, lifting you up while spreading your ass. He started to thrust up into you. The change of angles had the head of his cock hitting the sensitive part inside of you. You fisted his shirt again, moaning into the fabric. He was pounding into that spot, quickly pushing you to your climax. 

“Fuck, Jake!” You gave in when you came, moaning his name loudly. 

Pleasure washed over you, making your brain short circuit. No man had ever got you to come twice, or even once, and you never would have expected it to be Jake of all people. He kept fucking into you, letting you ride out your high. Whines poured from you, your body becoming too sensitive from all the pleasure. With only a few more thrusts, Jake pulled out and unloaded all over your ass. 

The two of you sat there, catching your breath. You rested your head on his chest, listening to his heart pound. Jake rested his head back against the couch, one hand trailing up your back underneath your hoodie. You heard a soft huff when his hand got to your upper back. 

“What?” 

“Of course you aren’t wearing a bra.” Jake said, earning an eye roll from you. 

“I wasn’t planning on being ‘invited’ in.” You responded. 

“You’re more than welcome to stay.” Jake started absentmindedly rubbing circles on your back. 

You were shocked at the offer. 

“Jake, I-”

“I’ve always liked you.” You sat up, looking down at him with wide eyes. A heat started to sear in your cheeks.

“You what?” 

“Ever since freshman year English.” Jake confessed. It was now or never in his mind. 

“But,” you shook your head, “why the fuck did you act like this? All these years of annoyance?” 

“How else was I supposed to get your attention? You never gave me the time of day.” Jake said. 

He wasn’t wrong. Right off the bat you wrote him off, not wanting anything to do with him. It wasn’t really anything to do with him, more the persona that he carried. You wrapped your arms around yourself, leaning back into him. A part of you was embarrassed about how you had acted over the years, never giving him even a chance.

“I don’t know, but this wasn’t the way.” 

“I mean, I got you in the end.” Jake chuckled, hand moving under your hoodie again. 

“I wouldn’t say you have me. Take me on a proper date then we can talk.” 

“Anything for you, doll.”

BREEDING KINK MIGUEL🔊🔊🔊

I feel like with his breeding kink (and def size kink), he’ll leave you inflated with his cum after two rounds, then he’ll keep going saying how pretty you’ll look round with his kid. (Even if they aren’t really trying for a kid)

oh i know miguels size kink is absolutely insane

nsfw under the cut, requests open

Miguel O'hara whos got you bent in all sorts of positions, rutting into you with no end in sight. Your head was a buzz, legs shaking, mouth blabbering whatever incoherent thoughts came to your mind. He had you fucked stupid.

Watching the way his cum spilled out that pretty pussy, his cock easily sliding in and out of your wet folds. His cock bruising your cervix, the way it perfectly bends to brush against your gspot.

Miguel O'hara who keeps burying himself in you no matter how much he spills into you, the feeling of your tight cunt milking him dry sending him to a frenzy. Your choked moans falling from those pretty and plump lips. His eyes wandering to how your breasts bounced with each thrust, your skin flushed against his back. How tiny you felt in his grasp, the way he so easily pinned you to his chest, gripping your hips.

"Good girl, taking my cock so good for me, gonna breed you full.."

His voice was low and husky, panting against your ear. The thought of you round with his child had him in a whirlwind. Miguels hips only moved on instinct, his tip red from fucking like rabbits. He just couldnt get enough of you. Miguel just wanted to see you bred well and full of him, wanting to watch you so round with his child.