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★★★𝙋𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 (𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 27: 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙭)★★★
Character: Melissa Schemmenti
Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 @marvels--slut
Trigger warnings (DL, DI): Shower sex, eating out (Mel receiving), rough kissing, a couple thighs slaps,
Genre: Smut
Word count: 1.3k
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Soft sweat drops fell down your body as you felt yourself being pushed up against the wall, a tingling feeling of cold air rushing up your body as the condensation from the shower decreased the temperature on the wall.
Your eyes immediately darted down to the woman dominating you, your tongues fighting each other inside of your mouths as your fingers tucked themselves in between each beautiful red lock on Melissa's head, letting you see the tips of your fingers peeking out from her hair.
"Mel..." You whined impatiently, your hands gripping slightly harder at her beautiful curls as she sucked all of the lewd noises from your mouth with just the touch of her gripping you and the taste of her tongue intertwining with your own.
Melissa didn't say anything in reply, just breaking the kiss quickly to confirm that she had correctly locked the door to your hotel room's bathroom with the worry that Barbara may accidentally come in.
"God, you're even hotter like this. I didn't even think that was possible," The redhead mumbled under her breath just loud enough for you to hear, quickly taking off your bathing suit as your own hands came down from her head to untangle the knot keeping her perfect breasts caged in her green bathing suit.
She tossed the top of your [Favorite color] bikini off to the side, which was quickly joined by her one piece, leaving you two completely nude as you roughly made out as the steam from the shower filled up the room.
You tried to resist her dominance, not wanting it to be a simple process for the older woman to make you submit to her. You pushed yourself off the wall, hands wrapping around her waist as you pinned her to the other side of the room, her tongue still overpowering yours.
"Don't flatter me. You're much more attractive than me, you know it," You chuckled, secretly hoping Melissa would overpower you again and make you her little toy.
Melissa's hand quickly flung over to the inside of the shower, slamming her palm softly on the faucet to make sure the water wasn't scolding hot for you two before she quickly returned her focus to getting her position as the top back.
The older woman's fingers snaked around your bicep, squeezing it softly as her eyes shut, her other hand wrapping around your neck as she gripped your chin softly, breaking the kiss much to your dissatisfaction.
"You're the bottom in this relationship. You know that, hon?" She asked with a fat smirk as she watched you blush, grabbing your upper arm tighter and twirling the two of you around once again, your breasts pressing up against each other while the two of you let out soft sounds of pleasure.
You rolled your eyes, earning a soft slap on the thigh that made you whine.
"Melissa-!" You squeaked, lifting your leg to press your foot against the while to give you more balance.
"Don't be a brat, and it won't happen again," Melissa smirked, kissing you passionately once again, pausing mid-way through to sink her teeth into your lip, earning yet another lewd whimper from you.
You couldn't handle all of the teasing. It was too much for you; you could feel your arousal spreading across your thighs as they rubbed up against each other.
"Please...I need you. I won't be a brat, but please just fuck me," You mewled, a soft cry leaving your lips as the older woman's lips found their way to a pressure point, sucking on it softly as it left a slight mark in her place.
"You really are so easy, aren't you, hon? Even when you are trying to play all hard to get, it's just so cute to watch you pretend you're on top," Melissa muttered with a dark and lust-filled voice.
"Melissa!!" You pleaded with her, frustrated at her antics as she continued to roughly yet passionately kiss your flesh, smirking as she watched you squirm.
Melissa, also getting slightly impatient with her teasing, took your pleas seriously before dragging the two of you inside the shower.
"You asked for it sweetheart." She chuckled, pushing herself down while forcing you onto your knees. "Eat me out like a good girl while I wash you, and I'll give you what you want when we get back from the party,"
You nodded eagerly, quickly burying your face in her heated core, electing a couple of loud moans from Melissa as her hands reached for the shampoo, placing it onto her hands before slowly rubbing it into your scalp as your tongue lapped at her pussy.
While her fingers massaged the shampoo into your hair, your tongue continued to collect all of the juices that left the redhead's core as you slapped your tongue against her sex, continuing to draw out more lewd noises from her as she felt her body tensing up.
"Fuck...! Y/n!!" Melissa cried, bucking her hips softly into your mouth as your lips attached themselves to her puffy clit, your tongue still swirling inside of her heated center. "C-Close!!"
A soft whimper escaped your lips in harmony with her beautiful moans as you felt your hair being pulled slightly to wash all of the shampoo off of your locs, your mouth still very focused and dedicated to pleasuring the older woman the best you could.
"Oh sweetheart!! God don't fucking stop!!" She moaned, never more grateful that she was in the shower where no one could hear as she came undone underneath your mouth.
Her hands continued to run through your hair as you brought her over the edge, your mouth collecting every last drop of her release before your emerging yourself from in-between her thighs.
"Feel good?" You smirked, receiving another soft slap on your thigh from Melissa.
"Yes," The redhead replied with a raised eyebrow before cupping your chin. "So good in fact, that I want you to do it again, and I'll fuck you twice as good tonight..."
Rodimus slightly fucking with the discipline while slightly fucking the discipline enforcer.
Working with Ultra Magnus can sometimes be a hell of a task. Who says that interfacing with him would not? Yet Rodimus would not trade having Magnus by his side for anything. And, when after Minimus' true identity was revealed and things started taking quite an intimate path, it came to them exploring each other in a way that was never an option for an enforcer of the Tyrest Accord (but for just Minimus Ambus, well, could be discussed), there was a lot to figure out.
One minute Minimus could be a lovely pile of moaning, trembling metal and wires, coated messily in fluids. And after a short post-overload bliss, he's quickly put back together with his usual self-control and, sadly, his compulsory habits. And for Rodimus, having Minimus all grumpy and fiercely trying to immediately clean up is an act of cruel party-pooping. Can't they just cuddle for a little bit?
Solution? Take Minimus to the captain's personal washracks and cuddle there under the streams of solvent.
That's how they end up again, Rodimus standing under the steaming fall, hissing over his plating, with Minimus tucked into him back-to-chest and Rodimus' right hand holding him safely over his middle. And the other hand is purposefully ruining the blissful idleness of the moment, holding a hose against Minimus' hips. A warm stream, strong but not overly firm, is meeting with Minimus' lower torso, traveling to his spread tights, then traveling back, and again.
Minimus is quivering, his expression quickly losing its stiffness. But he continues with his words about how they are violating the rules of using the ship's washracks, which paragraphs they're breaking. And how they're just wasting the solvent, and how it's all just "Rodimus, it's not necessary.".
"Sorry, can't hear you," Rodimus snorts. "Too steamy here, the sound must be dispersing."
He aims the massaging stream at Minimus' uncovered valve, gaining a precious moan and feeling his own array pinging him for stimulation in sympathy. He knows the nodes over the entrance are pulsing with crimson light, just as they do every time he's taking this valve with his spike or his tongue. Speaking of spikes… The stream is moving higher, hitting little nodes on the underside of Minimus' spike, and Minimus is undignifiedly kicking the air with his legs. And back to the nodes around the tightening entrance. The moment Minimus gets the sweet pressure back on his biggest node, he convulses with his whole frame, adding to the solvent with his own wetness. He sags and hears Rodimus' frantic swearing.
Rodimus is unsure of what to do with himself. Fuck his tired partner again? He's not an asshole.
"Give me the hose, Rodimus." He's not arguing. With his both hands he's moving Minimus lower until the small, hot valve is pressed to the upper side of his shaft, and clumsy fingers are touching the head, and the firm stream is hitting his own nodes this time. Rodimus has to lock all the joints and servos in his legs to just stand straight, crying out in overload, one or two expletives leaving his voice box.
Oh, how Minimus will scold him and lecture him on terms of use of the ship's washracks. But he's thankful for a good minute of just relaxing under the warm shower with (finally) a completely relaxed Minimus.
Haven't had long-distance car trips for god knows how long and completely forgot about insects. GNUTS. Motherfucking midges on the windshield. Loosely travel-inspired KnockScream shower sex, yay.
Cybertronians with car alt-modes will have bugs' guts smeared over their bodies. No one is safe. This shit is also hard to wash off, so it'll take extra time and diligence for them to clean themselves, probably helping each other.
Particularly, I'm thinking about Knock Out, who's doomed after Breakdown gets kidnapped by MECH. Starscream is his obvious first choice to reach out to. Even if it won't result in them getting hot and steamy in the washracks, he needs someone.
At first, Starscream is reluctant. Seriously, yikes. He doesn't want to deal with someone else's hygiene issue while he has his own on this damned clod where everything reeks and is swarmed with gross fauna. He doesn't even want to touch anyone (being subconsciously touch-starved). But after seeing Knock Out's arsenal of shampoos, sponges, and brushes, he yields. Just for once, he thinks. He has shit to do.
Good luck, Starscream, half-laying on a bench with his legs spread and shaking, and a frivolously fluffy sponge caressing his valve and spike, and Knock Out's smug grin looming closer from clouds of steam.
(What's hilarious here is that it's very unlikely for a lot of bugs to inhabit the desert in Nevada. Maybe Knock Out is really extra-squeamish. Maybe he just wanted to get some.)
This drawing is based off a fanfic my friend Diamond-Rainbow on DA sent me. It's a drawing of Turles and her OC, Ai, in the shower together.
There's a chapter in the fanfic titled, "Those Muscles," (reason for the title of this drawing) and in the end, Turles and Ai end up in the shower together. This is basically how I see them at the end of that chapter.
https://www.tumblr.com/roxygen22/750844187588673536/send-me-a-number-and-ill-write-a-micro-story
29- Sweat for Timothee
Micro Story Prompt
This was supposed to be a micro story, but I got a little carried away. Written from female reader first person POV.
Sweat
Smut, oral, unprotected p-in-v sex; minors DNI
"The boys invited me to play some basketball. Want to come along and be my cheerleader?" Timothée asked. He came up behind me in the kitchen and kissed my cheek as I washed the dishes.
"No, that's okay. Go enjoy time with your friends." The thought of some alone time was truly appealing. I recently bought some undereye gel patches that I really wanted to try out. Those plus a nice soak in the tub sounded delightful.
"But baby, it's been over a month since I was last home," he whined.
"Exactly why you should go hang out with them. You've been with me 24/7 for the past week since you've been back in town. We will both survive a few hours apart, I promise." I turned and grabbed a towel to dry my hands.
"Please, babe?" Timothée put on his irresistible pouty face that I always fall for hook, line, and sinker. And he knows it.
"Oh, alright. Let me go get dressed," I replied with a resigned tone.
The master manipulator grinned. I quickly twisted up the towel to playfully pop him on the back of the leg as I passed by. Can't let him get too cocky. I got a lot of satisfaction from his cute little yelp.
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I don't find watching sports all that entertaining, but I figured it would at least give me some time to hammer away at some fanfiction I've been stuck on while I sat in the bleachers.
I was so wrong.
After we arrived, I was soon distracted by how fluidly Timothée moved on the court. His lanky body bobbed and weaved through his buddies' advances effortlessly. It was almost like a choreographed dance. I also noticed how the sheen of sweat he built up endowed him with an other-worldly glow in the sunlight.
About 30 minutes later, he jogged over to me and held his hand out.
"I'm thirsty."
"So am I," I blurted out without thinking. "I mean, uh, yeah, of course, it's warm out. Here." Flustered and blushing, I handed Timothée his water bottle. He raised an eyebrow and then broke out into a boyish grin, obviously picking up on what I didn't mean to say.
"Enjoying yourself, then?"
"You're just a better player than I thought is all."
"Uh huh, okayyyy," he dragged out in obvious sarcasm. He bent down so that his mouth was level with my ear and whispered, "I'll make you glad you came." He pulled back and winked, then trotted back to the court after handing his bottle back to me.
I stared after Timothée slack-jawed and slowly released the breath that I didn't even know I was holding. If we weren't in public, I would have jumped him right then. A fact of which he was well aware, judging by the smirks and winks he sent my way as he ran by.
When the game was over and goodbyes were shared, we walked to Timothée's car and headed home. The inside of the car was quickly overpowered by the musky smell of his sweat and pheremones. I felt a familiar heat begin to grow between my legs when he laid his hand on my thigh as he drove. The 20-minute trip was sheer agony.
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"Shower. Now," I demanded as we entered the apartment. I was so needy that I couldn't even form complete sentences. I began stripping my clothes off before the door was even locked behind us. Timothée quickly followed suit, never taking his eyes off my naked form. I straddled his waist and crossed my arms behind his neck as he picked me up and carried me to the bathroom. He fumbled with the shower curtain and faucet, not bothering to break from our sloppy kissing to see what he was doing.
Timothée set me down on the bathroom counter while we waited for the water to heat. His mouth moved hungrily over my body, first to my neck, then across my chest down to that sweet space between my legs. He teasingly peppered my inner thighs with light kisses until I was a whining mess. He slipped a finger between my folds and into my heated core. It easily glided in and out because of how wet I was already.
"You were thirsty," he growled.
"Still am," I panted.
Timothée's eyes darkened as if I had issued him a challenge. He hiked one of my legs up so my knee rested over his shoulder and dove face first between my legs. His flattened tongue licked a stripe from my hole to my clit, all while looking up at me. I threw my head back and released a keening cry in response, which encouraged him to keep going. He suckled the sensitive bundle of nerves, tongue languidly pushing in and out of my hole every few seconds in order to change up the sensation. I was soon sent over the edge. Every nerve in my body was on fire as Timothée slowly worked his mouth back up the earlier path until he reached my lips again.
"I think the shower is ready," he whispered in my ear, which sent shivers down my heated body. He helped me off the counter and followed me to the edge of the tub. I could feel him throbbing against my hip as I tested the water and adjusted the temp.
We stepped into the tub and I set to work lathering him up, paying particular attention to his sensitive areas. He lost it when I gently scraped my fingernails along his inner thigh. The next thing I knew, he spun me around and bent me over, barely taking time to line up his pulsing length with my entrance before pushing in. We both moaned at the sensation. He reached around my hip to massage my clit as he pushed in and out, aggressively chasing climaxes for us both. I came first, already sensitive from the earlier round. The sensation of my walls clamping around him sent Timothée over the edge almost immediately. We both cried out in unison. Once he was spent, he grabbed my breasts and stomach and gently pulled me back to standing. I felt his chest heaving against my back as he rested his head in the crook of my neck. We let the water flow over us for a few silent moments, taking comfort in each other's touch.
"Told you I would make you glad you came," Timothée mumbled into neck.
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in the mood for some shower sex. eating out my femme then washing her gently and brushing her hair, cuddling afterwards while we grind on each other while we’re still wet
this post is about lesbian sex, cishet men do not interact
LET THE WATER WASH A SHAME || BUCKY X READER ONE SHOT
Summary: Reader is Bucky’s girlfriend, who is still too shy to do some certain things with him. Bucky decides to help her find a hardihood.
Word Count: 1053
Warnings: smut, unprotected sex
Author: Beast
Two months.
You were HIS girlfriend since two months. You were enjoying every day you were able to spend with him.
Being Bucky’s girlfriend wasn’t a simple thing to deal with.
You always were recognized, you always had to be classy.
Bucky has put you on a display, he was always proud to have such a beautiful woman by his side.
Of course, your common relationship quickly got very intimate.
But you couldn’t get rid of the strange feeling, that you’re not too experienced as Bucky was, that thought was always somewhere in the back of your head.
Bucky was trying so many times to make you feel comfortable and he almost succeed, however you still were too shy to free your desires.
That day, Bucky came back really late.
He was tired and exhausted after mission and as soon as he gave you a lovingly kiss, he went to the bathroom to take a shower.
“Do you want me to make you a tea, tiger?!” you asked loudly, stepping out of the kitchen.
“Later!” he yelled back.
You heard he was circulating between bathroom and bedroom, gathering his stuff.
After a while the tea was ready, so you took it to the bedroom and you set a mug on the night table.
“Is my doll glad I’m back at home?” a deep voice asked.
Looking up, your face reddened slightly as you saw Bucky only in tight boxers, eying his toned arms and broad chest. Even if it wasn’t the first time you saw him like this, you always got the butterflies going crazy in the pit of your stomach. You snapped back into reality as Bucky walked towards you, his arms went around your waist, pulling you close to him.
“I was about to jump in the shower, care to join me?” he asked, his voice deeper if even possible. Bucky’s blue eyes had a hint of mischief and lust, suddenly your tiredness melts away.
“I’d love to” you murmured, unconsciously biting your lower lip.
Bucky smiled as he unbuttoned your jeans skirt, letting it fall to your feet. You stripped off your shirt and he unclasped your bra as you pulled down his boxers. He took your hand and pulled you behind him, straight to the bathroom.
Both of you has stepped into the shower, the water was nice and warm, immediately making goose bumps appeared onto your naked bodies.
Bucky wrapped his arms around you, his chest pressed against your back as the warm water surrounded the both of you. Although with the hot temperature of the shower, you can’t help but shiver as you feel Bucky’s hot breath over your neck.
The dark haired man suddenly started to kiss your neck, even nipping at your skin. Humming in pleasure, you turned around, wrapping your arms around brunette’s neck, reaching up to kiss his delicious lips. Bucky’s hands went to your butt, squeezing it slightly as you squeak in a surprise. Smirking, Bucky lifted you up, putting your legs around his waist and backing you up onto the wall of the shower. He kissed you greedily, his tongue teasing the inside of your mouth, as he runs his hands up and down your thighs. Bucky pulled away, immediately his lips went to your neck, sucking and leaving small hickeys. You whimpered feeling your boyfriend’s tongue lick your collarbones, which only made him lick you harder.
He then gave an attention to your boobs, licking and sucking on one as he played and messaged the other. Moaning loudly at the pleasure, you felt something hard brushed against your ass. Smirking slightly, Bucky put your legs down, putting his hard cock in between your legs, teasing your entrance and clit. You gasped as he let out a breathy moan, his eyes met yours as he slowly entered into your wet heat. He started out slowly, savoring the feeling, but he then picked up the pace, pounding into you.
“SHIT!” you screamed, digging your nails into his back as he hit your g-spot. Throwing your head back, your back arched slightly, your breathing was uneven, panting along with Bucky. He gripped onto your hips as he thrusted into you, you whimpered as Barnes roughly kissed your lips, his teeth biting into your lower lip. He thrusted hard and fast, making you both moan each other’s names. Suddenly he slipped out of your pussy, letting out a loud groan.
“How much I love your sweet tight pussy, baby girl..” Bucky looked at you with a lustful glance.
With barely any pause he lifted you with incredible strength and pressed you against the glass. Bucky thrusted his hard dick into your pussy. You cried out, sensitive from the work he just did on you. Man gripped on your softens as he pulled back your wet hair.
He kissed your arms, neck, nibbled your earlobe while he was awaiting for your body to accommodate his member. Bucky once again reached for the shelf and you grab my strawberries and cream body wash.
Bucky slid his metal hand down to your pussy to massage your clit as he pumped in and out of you.
“Yes… God, so tight…” he closed his blue eyes, enjoying the pleasure.
He pressed you even harder against the glass and began to grind against you, pumping deeper into your pussy.
“Unleash your desires, doll..” Bucky whispered directly into your ear.
Barnes moved his hands to your hips to gain better leverage and you moved your hand to your swollen clit. Within minutes you were thrown once again over the edge, crying out his name as you did.
Your walls tightened against his large cock. Bucky again kissed your neck as the two of you came together, his milky cum dripped out of your pussy. Panting and gasping for air, Bucky gave you a breathless kiss, before pulling out slowly.
“Bucky… God… I love you so much, tiger..” you said, your eyes were half-lidded and tired. Brunette smirked, kissing your forehead.
“I do love you too, doll. Now let’s get washed up” he said, grabbing your strawberry scented shower gel.
“I… I did…” you whispered.
“I know. You unleashed it finally” he smiled to you and then he gave you a kiss.
That night you both slept peacefully, snuggling to each other.
