Chaieanne - JA's

NSFW

Just some thoughts of you and Toji sharing a hotel room with Shiu when you go on a trip. There are two beds, you and Toji share one, and Shiu gets the other one to his mopey self, because his wife won't be there until the next day. He gets to warm the bed up on his own and he hates every minute of it, because one: he's third wheeling you and Toji, and two: you and Toji act as if he's not there when it's time to go to sleep.

"Why aren't you sleeping, pretty girl? Do I need to go down there and put you to sleep or what?" Toji murmurs.

You giggle, quietly. "Maybe. I do get pretty tired after you make me cum."

"Yeah, you do," he says, proudly. "You wet, right now, mama?" Toji asks, already unknotting the drawstrings of your shorts.

"Why don't you see for yourself?" You say, your voice too soft for what you're inviting him to do. Still, Toji bites and leans in to kiss you as his hand slides down the front of your shorts and beneath your panties. His hand meets your pelvis and continues its downward path, until his fingertips reach the messiness of your slick-ridden cunt. He teases you with barely there flicks of his fingers to your clit.

Shiu's eyes widen the slightest bit, before his eyebrows furrow. He swears he just heard a moan coming from the bundle of blankets on the right side of the room.

"Stop touching each other," he says, irritation heavy in his tone. "Jesus," he grumbles. The one time he didn't bring his headphones, the one time his wife isn't there to let him do the same things to her, that Toji is doing to you. And you both just continue to ignore him.

Your hand comes down to palm at the prominent bulge in Toji's boxers. You can feel his clothed cock twitching in your hand after every gentle squeeze you offer to the thick length.

"Fuck, don't tease me like that, doll. Touch it." His body jerks slightly when you slide your hand down his boxers and wrap it around his sticky length. "Shit, your hands are freezing," he whispers, hissing at the coldness that meets his warm skin.

"You want me to keep going or not?" You ask, teasingly, not stopping the movement of your hand as you wait for him to respond.

"Nah, nah, you're getting warmer. Keep going."

You both think you're doing so well at muffling each other's sounds of pleasure with deep kisses, but the sounds of heavier breathing and constantly rustling sheets in the otherwise steady room, are a dead giveaway to your indecent acts. Shiu has to choose between suffering by being uncomfortably hot with the blanket bundled around his head to shut out the sounds, or being comfortable and suffering with the clear sounds of your sexual antics.

"Shh," Toji hushes, when you let out a little whimper. "Just keep kissing me."

Despite how intense the sensations are, you both keep going. Toji's fingers don't stop rubbing your clit, and your hand doesn't stop gliding up and down his cock. You're both treating the act of sharing a bed as you usually do when you're alone, despite the poor man trying to sleep one bed over.

It takes hearing an uncontained high pitched gasp for Shiu to kick off his blanket and jump out of bed with a grumble. He grabs his car keys off the table and puts on his slippers, directing himself towards the door. "Going to the store. You two better be done by the time I come back."

The second the heavy door shuts, clothes are being pulled at through impatient, all consuming kisses. It gets to the point where you actually have to slow down to get them off, because you aren't making any progress, but once it's all discarded of, absolutely no time is wasted. Your legs find refuge hooked over Toji's shoulders, and his hands home to your hips and your waist. You both freely make as much noise as you want as you indulge in each other like you really are home alone. Minutes unknowingly turned into an hour and after four intense orgasms, you've tired each other out. Toji gets out of bed to grab a towel to clean you and himself up, and once the cleanup process is done, both of you fall asleep, soundly.

Shiu comes back half an hour after you both fell asleep. He's empty handed, looking a little more disheveled than when he left the room, because "going to the store" was code for sitting in his car and having phone sex with his wife. He tip toes further into the room to see if you and Toji are sleeping, and when he sees the way Toji is spooning you with his face pressed to the nape of your neck, and the way your hand rests on the arm he has slinged around your waist, he shakes his head and lets out a small chuckle.

"Rabbits."

simon’s not vocal during sex. like before you knew him well you’d even get a little insecure about it. but now that you know he isn’t, it doesn’t bother you.

the only time you’ve ever heard more than a grunt from him after he sinks into your warm, wet cunt for the first stroke is when he’s bone dead tired.

only when he’s so exhausted and his legs feel like they’re being weighed down, will he let you know how good he feels.

your soft body bouncing lazily atop of his, barely raising your hips before simon’s calloused hands are pulling you back down onto his cock.

the warmth of your pussy practically lulling him to sleep. warbled, almost pained, noises leaving his lips.

grunts, mewls, whimpers leaving him as you fuck yourself on his cock.

“fuck, doll. slow down, gonna make me cum.”

but he’s the only slamming you down onto him. guiding your movements as growls leave his throat until he cums inside you with such a guttural moan that your clit throbs deliciously.

rocking you down into him as his chest heaves with exertion. eyes slowly blinking up at you as his thumb finds your clit to rub lazy circles until your tightening around his cock and you find your own release.

Jonathan Wolstenholme, 1950

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now:

Captain America: Brave New World

Sylus loves the intimacy of missionary, he loves pressing his forehead against yours as his cock moves in and out of you. He admires your face, the expression of absolute bliss you're making all because of him, and he can't get enough. "You look so pretty like this, kitten." His kisses your neck, his fingers interlocking with your as his hips continue to move.

The more moans escape you, the more desperate his thrusts get. "So loud tonight, aren't you?" His cock hits your spot over and over again, the feeling of your velvet walls clenching around him makes Sylus groan. "Fuck kitten....you feel so good." Your body arches causing Sylus to let go of your hands and grab your thighs instead, spreading them wider apart.

You gasp, hands grabbing onto his strong biceps, nails digging into his skin. "My kitten has claws, hmm?" Sylus kisses the side of your neck before kissing up to your lips. The kiss is passionate, the movement of his hips even more so. He is stretching your pussy so deliciously, so good. Your eyes catch his red ones when he pulls back, his face was red, mouth open slightly, he looked majestic like this. Putting your hand on his cheek, you swear that for a moment his whole expression grew soft but it was short as you moved your hips against his own.

Sylus starts fucking you faster, you moan loudly, head falling back against the pillow. He takes hold of your hips, his thrusts getting a little sloppy but still hitting your every spot. You pull him down flush against your body, hips moving against his own. Both of you were close, you came first, feeling the pleasure run all through your body. "That's my girl. Cum for me." He slows down a bit, just enjoying the feeling of your for a little more before leaning his forehead against yours and coming deep inside of you.

“Your mind is programmable, if you’re not programming it, then someone else will program it for you.”

— Jeremy Hammond

by pepe_soho

Obligatory dog tag appreciation post.

Taking anti-depressant pills?? Seeing a therapist??? Journaling???? No need babe, my fav writer just dropped another x reader fic.