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no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, in the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy,moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious,gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and i’d still ride.

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tell your girl she's hot or i will

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I am not immune to big scary looking punk bf fucking you in your pretty pink princess room on a bed of stuffed animals

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Pairing : min yoongi + f!reader

★: drabble, corruption kink, fingering , fellacio mention , lots of nicknames, virgin!reader — lmk if i missed any!!

W/C: 585

A/N: IM BACK. FINALLY. This took longer than expected cus i was slacking off a lot 😭 but here ya go! Tysm to anon for rq this! It’s my first time writing corruption so please. Have mercy on me.

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

Yoongi is a big fan of corruption kink. There’s literally no doubt.

He loves watching your innocent eyes look up at him, all glossy and bright, as he slowly sinks you down on his lengthy cock. He breathes out heavily. The way your soft lips and tongue wrap around him and the way you look at him for guidance. “Thats right.. just like that doll… taking me in so well.. you’re doing such a good job f’ me…” You couldn’t help but blush at his remarks, immediately feeling yourself pool in your panties. 

When he found out you were still a virgin, he couldn’t help but get excited. He loved the idea of molding you just the way he wanted to.

Your back rested against his chest as his slender fingers guided your own tiny fingers down your glistening slit. Soft whimpers and whines escaped your lips as yoongi teased your needy cunt. “How does it feel, baby? Doesn’t it feel good..?” You nodded while breathing shakily. “Gonna make you feel good , ‘kay? Thats why im here.. gonna make you feel so good, you wouldn’t need anyone else..” he whispered lewdly in your ear before licking your lobe.

He pushed your fingers inside your sopping hole, and you couldn’t help but gasp at the contact. Your virgin hole stretched out to the size of yours and yoongis fingers combined, making you writhe and whine. “Behave yourself doll..” he said, landing a small slap on your sensitive clit making you buck your hips. “…or else im gonna leave you right here and not touch you ever, got that?” You gulped before nodding, holding onto his arm that was wrapped around your shoulders as you closed your eyes and let the feeling take over. “Relax baby..” you exhale softly as you feel his fingers inch inside your cunt.

Loud squelches bounced off the walls, indicating how needy you were. “nasty little girl… you are so fucking wet..” he whispers in your ear before his hand drops to your throbbing clit and starts drawing small circles on it. You gasp and shiver as he continues playing with your clit and you can feel yourself getting wetter with each tug. Your fingers feel a spongy mound on the wall of your vagina. You throw your head back as yoongi curls your finger into the mound. “Feel that doll..? Thats your gspot… it’s supposed to make you feel even better.” Yoongi pressed onto the mound more, as well as stimulating your swollen clit. You moan lewdly, earning a dark chuckle from the older man. “Y-yoongi… feels weird..” the small circles turned into rough tugging and pinching as he heard your words.

You couldn’t help but whimper at the action. “T-too much..!” You try pushing his hand away. “No no baby… that means you’re almost there.. dont you want to come around my fingers? Dont you want to make me proud? Aren’t you my big girl?” You whine and nod. “Dont worry.. i will help you through it, Do you trust me?” You look up at him before giving him a big nod. He smiles at you before increasing his pace.

Your combined fingers went in and out of your sloppy hole as you almost reached your high. Your breathing started faltering, and then all of a sudden you see stars as a stream of warm, clear liquid leaks out of your cunt. Yoongi smirked at the mess you made and placed a kiss on your head. “My nasty girl.” 

A/n : THANK YEW FOR READINGGG might be a little rusty so please excuse it 🙇🙇🙇🙇 this was supposed to be a blowjob drabble but i changed my mind 💀 BUT I JS LOVED THE IDEA OF THE BJ THING SO I KEPT IT. might write more on that hehehe

Masterlist! :3

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Finnick Odair who, no matter how long it will take him, will find you the prettiest seashell to bring home to you from the beach.

Finnick Odair whose dream date is either a midnight swim or a sailboat ride at sunset

Finnick Odair who wakes up earlier than most, pressing kisses to the side of your face as you sleep, giving you a quietly sweet goodbye before he goes for his morning swim

Finnick Odair who kisses you softly; gently; tenderly. He shows you the delicate love he was never shown.

Finnick Odair who would kill to be a girl dad. He wants to teach her to swim. He wants to plait her hair that is the familiar golden caramel shade of his own.

Finnick Odair who tells you he loves you at least 5 times a day simply because he doesn’t want you to forget.

Finnick Odair who either creates or has specially made a ring made out of freshwater pearls and sea crystals to propose to you with.

Finnick Odair who is constantly reminding you to do the simple things that you forget to do. Like take your jewellery off before showering or going to bed, or making sure to put sun cream on when you’re sat on your beloved beach.

Finnick Odair who loves you the same way he loves the ocean, and the same way he loves sharks, and sea shells, and starfish and golden sand and the sun.

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what do you think about brattamer boys?👀 like reader is having a massive attitude and is being spoiled and the boys aren’t having any of it😋

Now that you bring it up……..

Ok here’s my contribution to Kinktober 🙈👀

Bat boys x Fem!reader head canon

I have IN DEPTH thoughts a feelings about what the different bay boys would consider brating and how they would respond to it.

18+ under the cuff, please and thank you 🦇💌

Rhysand

So, being a spoiled brat would be almost impossible with Rhys, because he loves to spoil you and would never say no to anything materialistic

He would just call you his princess with a kiss to your forehead and splash that cash.

BUT - there the best way to brat with Rhys is by making him jealous 😏😏😏

This man has a sincere fear of things being taken from him, and he’s not afraid to claim what is his.

So maybe you leave your hand on another males arm too long

Or you make sure Rhys sees you flashing that smile he thought was only reserved for him at someone else

Rhys would slide up next to you, casually sipping his drink as he scans the crowd, feigning nonchalance

“You don’t think I know what you’re doing, darling?”

“What’s that?” You blink back innocently

Rhys grins, shaking his head slightly, violent winking out of his eyes, instead filled with darkness. “Careful. You’re only making it worse for yourself,” He murmurs before drawing a long sip and walking away.

You decide to push your limits a few more times that night.

When the party winds down, Rhys is no where to be seen. So you make your way back to your room.

You don’t make it far, before your pulled flush against him, one arm firmly wrapped around your waist, the other squeezing at your jaw, turning your yelp into a whimper

“I told you you’d pay for your behaviour, pet.” He all but snarls into your ear.

He releases you, pushing you forward, herding you to your room

Rhys isn’t much of a spanker, but he adores squeezing and toying with your flesh so you wake up with an array of bruises and markings that are only his

He makes you suck him off for almost half an hour, pulling his cock out every time he was close to the edge, forbidding you to touch yourself the entire time desire your pleas and wetness pooling from you

And when he does fuck you, he does it against the window, claiming this is what you wanted since you had flirted with the half of Velaris that night anyway

He is soo attentive with aftercare, checking in on you, cleaning you, rubbing ointments to your bruising skin

He pulls you into his chest, cooing at the whimpers you make when he tries to tuck you in

“M’sorry sweetheart, but you were so naughty for daddy today, and we had to set that straight, didn’t we?”

You could barely nod in agreement, lost in that after-sex haze as you drifted off against his chest

Cassian

As the War General, and most skilled warrior in all of Prythian, Cassian has had his fair share of being the disciplinary figure throughout his life

Which is exactly why you choose to brat on the mountains of Velaris, during an excruciating hike

“I said keep moving, initiate,” Cassian’s eyes were fixed to you, his facing growing sterner by the second

You stayed seated on the ground, crossing your arms triumphantly. “No.”

Cassian rolled his eyes then - you had been playing this game for almost five minutes now

Fine,” He gritted, a hint of excitement laced in his voice

Cassian pried you from the floor and threw you over his shoulder before you could scramble away

“ Let me down!”

But he kept on walking, moving you both to a more private section of the landing you were on

“Oh no sweetheart, you wanted to stay, so we’re going to make the most it.”

He hauled you off him, bending you over a boulder and kicking your legs apart.

“Wider,” He growled in your ear as he leaned over you, coiling his hand in your hair like a bandage

It took all you had not to whimper in anticipation as he jerked your pants down and ran his hardened meat against your slit

It was certainly not the first time you had provoked him in this way, and you knew exactly what you were doing when you had started bratting

What you didn’t expect was for Cassian to take you in broad daylight, while the rest of the group hiked ahead

“So. Fucking. Stubborn.” He ground out between thrusts.

“Is. This. What. You. Wanted. Huh?” For. me .to .fuck .you?”

“Poor baby, doesn’t even know how to ask for what she wants. That’s aright honey, I’ve got everything you need right here, and I’ll give it to you, one way or another.”

It’s those very words that are your undoing -well, at least for your first orgasm

Azriel

Oh no

Oh no no no no no no no

You are in big fucking trouble

Because taming your brat isn’t just a kink for Azriel, it’s a fucking art form

As a spy, Azriel knows how to evoke certain behaviours, how to break and fold and bend his victims to get the information that he needs

Soo he delights in the process of getting you to break and fold and bend (for entirely different reasons)

Certain toys evoke a certain kind of moan from you, certain phrases make you whimper or look up at him with those big doe eyes, others make you close them so tight like you couldn’t bare how it makes you feel

All of this was a game to him - and he took his sweet time doing it

That’s why you know, when you started bratting from the morning, refusing to drink water, giving him cheek when he suggested you eat something beyond drinking coffee, and purposefully broke so many of his rules throughout the day, you were working up to a verrrrrry long night

And let’s be real, Azriel is a service dom. He only ever wants you to be well taken care off.

So that’s why when you refuse his care, he has to do his very best to set you straight

“And what else did you do today, baby girl? Did you drink any water?”

You would have answered, if it wasn’t for your own panties stuffed in your mouth, your hands bound behind your back as you lay ass-up, Azriel’s hand stroking your bum lightly, soothing the spank he just emitted

“Answer me, sweetheart.”

You shook your head, tears streaming down your face. This part hurt so good.

“Hmmmm,” Azriel growled, before landing another spank.

He cooes immediately, soothing it again. “You know I love you, right baby girl? So that’s why when you refuse to let daddy take care of you, I have to teach you a lesson.”

Azriel fucks you like a rag doll as he uses you for hours, telling you this is the “only way you’ll learn”

Did I mention edging?? Yeah you’re not cumming for at least the first few hours

But when he does start controlling your orgasms, he doesn’t stop.

He ignores your pleas to stop spanking and stop making you cum, but you really are just his toy for the rest of the night (and morning), as he proves to you exactly who’s in charge with a dominant tenderness only reserved for you

He rocks you after, saying how much he loves you and he’s sorry it had to be this way, and if you were a good girl the next day, he’d give you a treat

He’s incredibly observant the next day, watching you become soo agreeable and following everything he said.

You did it because you couldn’t bare another night like the last, and Azriel hid his smugness from you. Brat. Tamed.

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I am damp

reader trying to crawl away from eddie’s huge dick when he’s fucking her from behind, it’s much bigger than she expected. she doesn’t think she can’t take the full thing but just he pulls her back and goes, “where are you going sweetheart? my cock too big for you? thought you could take it.”

OMG YES!

listen, he would go absolutely feral. imagine it’s a little game you two play: you pretend like it’s too much and try to get away, and he just pulls you right back in before absolutely pounding the shit out of you. he would make sure you were safe and consenting, so he would have a safe word set up for you. he’s pounding you from behind, in his favorite position, your eyes rolling back as the pleasure overwhelms you.

at one point, you try to crawl away from him and he pulls you back, holding you down by your hips. “safe word?”

“no,” you gasp, moaning as he pushes himself deeper into your sopping pussy. “don’t need it.”

“poor thing,” he says, his grip on you bruising as he rails into you. “what’s wrong, baby? am I too big for you?”

“mmm hmm,” you whine, clenching around him as he pounds into your sweet spot. “you’re so deep.”

“I thought you could take it, sweetheart,” he says sweetly, grabbing your hair and pulling your head up. “you said you could.”

“i can,” you gasp, moaning as he pulls out almost completely and slams back inside. “daddy…”

“that’s it,” he praises, slapping your ass hard as he continues to fuck you. “keep taking my cock like a good fucking girl.”

“please,” you beg, moaning as you could hear the sound of him fucking you. “please..”

“please what?” he asks. “use your words, sweetheart.”

“please make me cum,” you say.

“oh, I plan to,” he says, reaching around to rub your clit. “but don’t think we’ll be done when you do.”

“what do you mean?” you ask.

“i mean that im gonna keep going,” he says. “we’re not done until i say, and i’m nowhere near being done with you.”

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this is my favorite.

MDNI Sometimes Eddie gets worried he’ll freak you out when he worships your pussy, how he enthusiastically kisses it and rubs his nose in it when you both are and aren’t wearing panties. Fuck sometimes he even talks to it, busting open the bedroom door to see you on the bed in just a pair of panties and a T-shirt, decompressing the day. He'll throw himself onto the bed and grab your thighs like a madman mumbling “I need to talk to you” and you blush thinking he means you. But then you feel him spread your legs open and lay a sloppy kiss on your clothed cunt and you realize he meant her. He’d muzzle himself against it and give muffled compliments about “how much I missed you today baby” and “are these panties new? They look great on you”. Going as far as briefly looking up at you before going back to your cunt and saying “she’s just jealous, ignore her” before using his tongue to get a taste. Wiggling it under the seam on the side and using sheer determination and impatience to get to what he needed.

He was always worried he was the weird one, no matter how many times you’d told him otherwise. Until you came home one day in a mood he’d never seen you in before.

You hadn’t had much time to see each other leading up to now, both being too busy with work. Knowing that, Eddie was expecting the usual ball of needy energy distance always turned you into. But when you walked in you were different. You were still needy, yet this time you weren’t letting him walk anywhere without practically hanging off of him. You were always whiny, letting out tiny huffs and groans whenever you would readjust yourself in his embrace. Eddie felt you were borderline fussy.

As soon as Eddie had finally got you two to the bedroom you automatically sunk down to your knees and wedged yourself in between his thick thighs. Fussily struggling with his belt, getting so frustrated it wasn’t cooperating fast enough that tears started to well up. When Eddie reached down to help you and locked his eyes onto your state, wide wet eyes, pouting lips, and slightly messy hair, it all clicked for him.

The moan of relief that slipped from your mouth when his heavy cock and balls were finally freed was briefly acknowledged, Eddie’s surprised reaction to the way you lounged at his sack taking over. Rolling and wiggling your tongue around him while closing your eyes in content made Eddie’s heart swell. His slightly musky scent filled your senses deliciously. Feeling the weight of his cock resting on your head as you looked up at him caused a pool to form in your already soaked panties. He looked so big from your point of view. You reached a hand up and began rubbing his tip in circles, spreading the precum. Letting out a frustrated whine as you tried and failed to fit both of his soft heavy balls in your mouth at once, Eddie cooed at you and ran his fingers through your hair. He loved seeing you like this, desperately trying to get as much of him in your warm mouth as possible. “I missed you so much, you have no idea. I’ve thought about you all day.” You said quietly as you transitioned from his balls to his weepy tip. He almost answered you until he realized…

you weren’t talking to Eddie.

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MDNI: smut

eddie munson and his huge fucking dick that you swear you can take, you can. but then he’s sliding the the tip in and you’re already whining because, as it so happens, you underestimated the size of him. just like he said: he’s too big.

you’re bracing yourself on his shoulders, nails clawing into his pale skin, leaving angry crescent moons behind. you’d feel sorry for him if you weren’t biting your lip so hard you’re scared it’s going to split, because god, eddie’s so thick— and you don’t know how your little cunt is going to take him. but you’re not going to back down, you’re far too stubborn. but fuck, the stretch is something monsterous.

he’s taking excellent care of you though. being so kind. “‘m sorry honey. i know,” he’s saying, kissing you on the forehead, rubbing your weepy clit apologetically with his thumb. he isn’t even half way in yet, but there’s already tears sparkling on your lashes. “you’re so good for me. so brave. let’s go slow, yeah?”

you’d been all bark, and you’re a little humiliated because he’d warned you. eddie’d tried to prep you well. fucked you on his tongue, got you nice and wet and throbbing for him. but, there’s only so much you can do. when you’ve got a heavy dick like his, well, it’s bound to happen.

“eddie.”

“oh angel,” he coos again. he takes his kissing to your cheeks, your throat, your collar bones. “almost there. you’re such a good girl. taking it like a champ. let me make you feel good, yeah?”

and he does.

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precious - e.m.

y2k eddie munson x girly reader

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: oral (fem receiving), fingering, spitting, eddie is a menace… but a cute one.

word count: 876

divider credit: @firefly-graphics

read the rest of my y2k eddie works here.

big thank you to @chrrymunson for helping me with the header and for beta reading. and @stveharringtn for reassuring me this didn’t suck earlier 😅 i appreciate you both very much 💖

He’s been between your thighs for the better part of an hour, Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers now long forgotten in the background. You had just gotten Eddie the box set earlier that day, a surprise gift. So of course he wanted to have a movie marathon. But the problem was you, in your short pleated skirt and pink top that seemed to leave very little to the imagination.

You were driving him absolutely crazy, despite not meaning to. The brunette somehow managed to make it through the first film without caving. But each time you shifted positions, your cotton candy perfume would engulf him completely. Reminding him just how sweet you were, and just how bad he’d missed tasting you. So could you blame Eddie for being too distracted to appreciate the gift?

After popping the second film in the dvd player you eagerly join him back on the sofa. The darkness of the room concealing the boner he’s been struggling with for the past three hours. So when his hand started drifting up your bare thigh, you didn’t think anything of it. That is until his fingers trace the outline of your panties, snapping the elastic against your skin. His head dips, lips grazing your ear.

“We wants it, we needs it…”

Eddie’s voice had dropped an octave, gravely as he did his best impression of the creepy crawly creature from the film. You lightly smack his shoulder as he starts laughing, the sound filling the small room. But once he sees the look on your face he settles, nuzzling his face into the skin of your neck.

“Alright, alright I’m sorry sweetheart. Let me try again.”

The brunette lets his lips trail further down to your collarbone, nipping lightly at your skin. A small gasp leaving you as he begins sucking, tingles shooting straight to your core.

“Wanna taste you doll… can I?”

His voice is just as deep, but the silliness of the previous moment is gone. Only desperation lacing his tone as his hands slip underneath your panties. Groaning as the wetness he finds, the sound leaving you a little breathless.

“Please…”

Is all the answer he needs before he’s detaching himself from you. The male grins mischievously as he slides off the sofa, working himself between your thighs. Your panties are removed almost haphazardly, making you giggle at his eagerness. Eddie then tosses your legs over his shoulders, diving in immediately. Despite how eager he was, he licked through your soaked folds slowly. Wanting to take his time and savor each and every drop you were giving him.

Flash forward almost an hour later, your fingers tangled in his dark curls as he continues to lap at your overly sensitive cunt. Eddie was being a tease, getting you closer and closer to the edge before slowing once more. Driving you absolutely crazy, yet turning you into mush under his skillful tongue. He pulls back for a moment then, the glow from the tv highlighting the juices coating his chin. The male wipes some from his chin, sucking the digits into his mouth with a deep growl.

“Mmm, my precious.”

Before you can scold him he’s back between your thighs, a crazed cackle leaving him as he sucks harshly on your clit. The brunette eagerly slipping those same fingers that were just in his mouth, inside you. Curling them up to hit your sweet spot, making you cry out as he increases his pace. Any semblance of going slow now thrown out the window as he licks and sucks at you like a starved animal. Your hands finding their way back into his hair, nails digging into his scalp.

“That’s it, such a good. fucking. girl.”

You clench harder around the digits from his praise, whimpering as he leans back to spit onto your already soaked pussy. Eddie doesn’t give you time to process as his tongue mixes his salvia with your slick. Sliding a third finger into your tight heat, the sounds of your arousal over powering the film still playing on the tv. Your brain feels fuzzy, your thighs beginning to tremble around his head.

“Squeezing so tight baby, fuck. You gonna cum for me?”

You can’t find the words to answer him, only a high pitched moan leaving your lips. Eddie chuckles against you, the vibrations bringing you that much closer to the edge. Bucking your hips up, your boyfriend is quick to hold them down with his free hand. Preventing any more squirming as he drills his fingers into your needy cunt, increasing the pressure of his tongue.

“Gimme all your cum sweetheart.”

You can’t hold back anymore, your body convulsing as your orgasm rips through you. Crying out his name repeatedly as he works you through one of the most intense orgasms he’s ever given you. Your body slumps against the sofa, tugging at his disheveled curls to lift his head. His dark eyes lock with your now half lidded ones, that mischievous smile working its way back onto his features. Crawling his way up your body to press a bruising kiss to your lips. You can taste yourself on his tongue, your juices now coating both of your faces.

“Mmm, precious is pleased?”

tagging: @xxhellfirebunnyxx @babygorewhore @imyourdaninow @slutty-thevampireslayer @strangerstilinski @devileyedangel @onegirlmanytales @taintedcigs @eddiesxangel

thank you so much for reading! comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! 💞

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i’ve decided that kinktober is so much pressure on my poor writers brain and i will writing them at my own leisure

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Can I request an heifer reader that has two newborn sons? (It can be fluff if you want!)

She was moved from her old farm because hers was abusive and with that she grew more aggressive, if anyone or any of the cows/bulls she will nip them hard or kicks them and with that bakugo starts to have a liking to them and is willing to wait for her to warm up to him and will father her two calf’s?

(If not you can ignore this plus I love your stories!!)

Only because I miss Bakubull, but fun fact! Only young cows who haven’t had a calf yet are called heifers. Just fluff for now but if anyone wants to give me a reason to make a smutty little sequel I wouldn’t be opposed

Warnings: swearing, mentions of past abuse, hybrid au, hybrids being kept as live stock, fem reader with she/her pronouns, written with plus size reader in mind, single mom! reader technically a cliffhanger ending

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

“My boys aren’t going anywhere with you!” she had snorted and snuffed at some pushy bull her first day there. Nipping and snapping when he tried to push her anyways in some sort of asinine attempt to show her he was no threat, because obviously a frightened young mother with her background is gone accept some assholes ‘help’ with her calves when he’s stupidly grabbing for them with insistence that he could help.

Like something like that doesn’t potentially lead to something awful happening to those calves. Like she hasn’t been through traumatic shit at her last farm that made her apprehensive to trust anyone but herself and her newborns.

Not the other cows who cooed at the sight of the new babes and offered help with the feedings, and certainly not any bull who’s motivates where unclear and very well could be an attempt to gain a new cow to breed instead of genuine care.

Bakugou found himself watching in silent wonder and slight disgust as they all crowded it her like they weren’t told how they needed to be careful and patient with her. It was beyond him how he, a bull who was the picture perfect example of his title, had internalized this when the ‘non-problem’ cattle hadn’t.

He would have stopped it himself by intervening, but before he could even stand to move, she was kicking up dirt as a warning before charging the larger bull for not taking her seriously. Her horns just nubs in comparison to his and her stature much smaller, but she held her own and proved appoint.

And maybe that’s what sparked his interest? Maybe it was the gentle way she regarded her boys? The little hint of joy in her eyes which she goes a particularly enjoyable treat that hinted at what she was like before the trauma?

Or maybe it was the fact she was a touch like himself not too long ago, scared and confused and covering it up with aggression to create a sense of superiority and strength so no one touched her or those calves.

Whatever it was it had him in a vicious little vice grip.

“You know, those idiots are wrong for how they’ve gouged about it, but they have a point”.

“And how the hell do you know that huh? How do I even know if you’re any different?”

He shrugged at that, watching her boys playing with the ring toys their handlers gave them, she didn’t have any reaction to trust him like she said but he was determined to prove her wrong.

“It’s been what? Four? Five months? None of us have done anything wrong yet”.

“Doesn’t mean you won’t, last place was good until it wasn’t too”.

“Well you didn’t have me there did you? I’ll killed anyone before they lay a finger on those calves or you”.

She snorted at that. He’s hung around them and kept other’s from bothering her and the boys, an attempt to win her over to breed her then throw her aside to be picked on by the other buzzards that called themselves cattle. He was self serving like any other bull, she was sure.

“Stop thinking I’m like the rest, you have that written all over your face princess” he huffed cutting her off before a word passed her parted lips. “Don’t fuckin’ care how long it takes, I’ll prove I’m better than them. Promise I’ll take care of those boys if you let me, take good care of you too”.

And maybe it was that soft little gleam, more of a glimmering spark, in his carmine eyes, but she wanted him to. It didn’t seem so bad an idea to let him father her boys, maybe even give her some of his own if he were so lucky. A thought that flustered her greatly when it ran through her head.

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I’ve lost my progress on day 5 FOUR TIMES and do not have the energy to rewrite it today you folks will get day 5 and 6 tomorrow I’M SORRY

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"Care to repeat that Princess?"

Kinktober 4th, 2023: Y/N knows what that word does to Prince Teller, she just doesn't care

"How much longer you on?" Chibs slurs from the other side of the bar. (Y/N)'s eye flick from him to the clock on the wall and back "'bout 45 minutes" she says wiping out one of the cocktail shakers on her bar. "Where's your escort?" she laughs at that glancing at the blonde sulking in a booth. "Wallowing in self-pity," she says loud enough for Jax to hear her.

It's about 1:45 AM and the bar is almost empty. Usually, it empty's out at about 1:30 (last call) and she's left to cut off Chibs and kick out the rest of the lingering drunks, one or two. (Y/N)'s nose deep in her end-of-shift cleaning when Teller stands and makes his way to Chibs sitting at the bar and plops down next to him. "A water please" His irritated grumble pulls her back to reality and she smirks pulling a water bottle out of the mini-fridge below her counter "Sure Daddy, on the house" she purrs at him before setting the bottle down and returning to her dirty bar tools.

She hears the catch in his breath and watches his expression change from irritated to smug. "Care to repeat that Princess?" his voice is even a little happier. "Sure. I said it's on the house" her smirk makes his face fall again.

If she knows one thing, it's that Teller doesn't take well to her teasing him, especially about that word, even more so in public. So while she meticulously cleans her bar tools, he sits on the other side of her bar and ponders the ways he'll force her to apologize when the clock strikes a quarter till three. She watches in her peripheral as his eyes take in the changes to her usual uniform. On rare occasions the big guy will pop out of his office and set stupid themes for nights, he also requires every waitress, bartender, kitchen staff, and security member to participate. Today's specific theme was neon, so on top of her usual tiny spandex shorts and baby tee with the bars name printed across the chest, sweet little (y/n) wears neon green socks, a neon pink thong pulled up to peek out of her shorts, a bright yellow bra clearly visible through her shirt, and a glow in the dark bandana tied neatly into her hair.

This is the root of Prince Tellers' sour mood. His old lady flashing her underwear through her uniform for the tip increase never seems to sit right with him. He's sat in his booth and watched all night as man after man approached the bar and stared at HIS lady like a piece of ribeye. So when she gently coaxes Chib out of his stool and leads him to the door, a horde of drunk whining fools stumble out after them. He stands and begins to gather her things from behind the bar.

When she strolls back in through the door, Jax is leaning against the end of her counter with her black backpack slung over his shoulder. She leans up and kisses his cheek on her way by him. She grabs the massive envelope of tips she made that night and shoves it into the front pocket of her bag. Having done this before, Jax makes his way to the door while she lets her manager know she's off. She darts after him when he doesn't stop to wait for her like usual just walking to his bike. She slips onto the seat behind him, barely getting on at all before he's turning on the engine.

Their ride home is peaceful enough (Y/N)'s half asleep when he pulls into her driveway. As per usual she slips off the bike before him and makes her way to the door, unlocking it and leaving it open behind her. He makes a point of shutting and locking the door and then turns on his heels and makes a beeline for where she stands in the kitchen, he gets to her as the second shoe falls to the ground and her hair falls around her shoulders. She drops her hair tie and bandana in shock when his lips and hands find her.

"I almost didn't make it out of that bar today. I ever tell you how much I HATE themed nights?" his voice is rough and his hands are rougher, slipping under her uniform, grabbing ahold of her breasts, and cupping her heat through the thin layer of pink satin. She whimpers in response and her palms smack onto the counter in front of her. “I HATE that you feel the need to show off whats mine…” he lays a swift smack against her ass and watches her knees buckle a bit.

“Get this stupid fucking uniform off and get in the bedroom i’ll be there in a minute” and with that he pulls his hands off snd watches her scamper for her room stripping her shirt before she disappears behind the door.

Her foot taps anxiously against the floor and she listens to things being moved around in her kitchen for about 10 minutes. Then she hears the heavy fall of his boots down the hallway and she lays back trying not to look too nervous. She watches him walk through the door and in his hands two plates of leftovers from a few nights ago, a can of coke, and a water bottle.

He says nothing, just passes her the water and a plate. They sit together on the bed and scarf down the food. She chugs the entire bottle of water. When they’re finished he takes her plate and sets it on a side table with his. She lays back again and watches him walk around the bed and settle between her thighs. “Are you too tired to do this tonight?” he meets her eyes and she shakes her head “No i’m ok”. Her nods and leans down taking her face in his hand. “Off the bed. Kneel”

He stands back and watches her as she very quickly follows his directions. He falls onto the bed in front of her. “Keep your hands to yourself, get my dick out” Her eyebrows furrow. “Jax i don’t think-“ She’s cut off by a heavy hand colliding with her cheek. “It’s a great thing i didn’t ask you to think then Slut”. When she meets his eye again his face is cool and his smirk makes her want to roll her eyes.

Jax watches her get more and more frustrated as the button on his jeans refuses to pop. “Come on. I don’t have all night” When the button finally pops the girl wiggles in victory. She yanks the zipper down with her teeth and then looks up at him. He meets her eyes and his face tells her she will receive no help. She grabs his jeans by the crotch, careful not to catch his skin, and and yanks with everything she can. Shaking her head and jumping a bit like a dog ripping at a toy. The jeans slip a bit and then refuse to move at all. Frustrated tears brim in her eyes and she sits back again pouting. “Jax i can’t do this”

His eyes roll and he stands, lets his jeans fall to the floor, and kicks then to the side before returning to his previous position. “There crybaby, hard parts over.” Her cheek rests pathetically against his thigh and she gives him the biggest pair of puppy eyes she can manage. “Help me Daddy please” the whine in her voice makes his jaw twitch. His hands itching to make her do what he says. “I did help you.” He says raising his eyebrow at her.

She runs her tongue up his bulge through his boxers. She pulls at the fabric with her teeth tearing it a bit, but it doesn’t come down. ‘He never said they had to come off’ She thinks to herself and then rips at them again, and the tear widens just enough she can get her mouth around the tip. She lays sloppy kisses on it running her tongue just under it.

“There’s my good girl” He purrs as she sucks at the tip of his cock. “i changed my mind” he says and she almost looks sad. “I want that cunt in my face” He says picking her up and tossing her on the bed. She lets out a squeak and watches him yank her down to the edge of the bed. “Jesus! Jax, what has gotten into you?” She laughs.

“I’m sorry. Who?” He asks landing a sharp slap to her cunt. “Daddy! Sorry” she whines. His middle finger slips into her cunt, with no resistance and his tongue attaches to her clit.

A vicious moan rips from her throat and she tangles her fingers in his hair. Jax eats pussy like a starved man on a regular day. On days like today? He’s never eaten a day in his life and she is a full course meal gifted from a king. She squirms and rips at his hair and he groans into her clit.

His groans and her whines and the smell of their debauchery fills the the room. He devours her like a starved man on death row, like he’d only ever be happy where he is now. She’s melting on his tongue, the stress of her shift long since forgotten. When he feels the telltale repeated clenching on his fingers he pulls off. “Daddy no” she whines reaching for him, to pull him back.

“Behave. I’m not done with you yet” Jax threatens as he gets up and pulls his kutte and shirt off. Her eyes drift over his chest, his tummy, her fingers feeling every ridge and curve of his muscles. She’s laid out in front of him, completely bare, and completely content. “What do you want?” Jax’s finger ghost along her thighs and his eyes don’t leave her swollen sex. She mumbles some shy incoherent syllables and he lays a hard smack to her clit.

“What was that baby? Daddy couldn’t hear you?” He says eyebrow arching and his signature smirk falling across his lips. “I want your dick Daddy please. Need you to fuck me” She says louder with crimson cheeks. “I don’t think you want it bad enough” He challenges spreading her lips with his thumbs and watching the slick seep from her. “I need your cock Daddy please” She whines fingers twisting in the sheets underneath her.

She feels the blunt end of his push against her and she relaxes against the bed, until she feels his tip sliding over her clit and in an effort to remain patient she tenses and closes her eyes. “Daddy please” She puts all her leftover effort into not whining or squirming, he’s been really strict about her manners lately (or he’s been enjoying the sight of his finger bruises on her thighs and handprints on her ass)

When he finally slips into her he enjoys every micro change in her expression. He smiles as she relaxes, the stress from her shift finally melting from her muscles. “There ya’ go Princess” he purrs against her throat as he starts to thrust slow and deep.

She feels his teeth against her pulse point and his cock hitting some of the deepest parts of her. He pins her hands against the bed, interlocking their fingers. She wraps her legs around his hips, presses her thighs against him, like she’s . “Not goin’ anywhere babydoll, you don’t have to hold so tight…” He teases, the low rumble of his voice against her throat making her clench around him.

Her moans pick up with his pace, groaning into the open air of her bedroom, her neighbors would complain in the morning but she couldn’t bring herself to care. “Harder! Daddy please…” she nearly screams and he slows, not much, but enough to get momentum to slam into her.

“Whose fucking pussy is this?” He taunts, feeling he clench around him over and over, “Whose tight fucking pussy is this?” He growls against her throat. “Daddy! It’s daddy’s pussy!” She cries throwing her head back against the bed. His fingers find her clit through the mess she’s making and draws slow circle around it. Her thighs clench around him and she claws at the hand holding hers above their heads. “Daddy I’m gonna cum” She screams trembling like a leaf underneath him.

“Yeah you are. Only Daddy makes this pussy cum so fast huh?” He says, the jealousy from earlier surfacing again. “love making this pretty cunt cum, my best fucking girl…” He rambles, his own version of a tell.

She explodes against him, he only falters for a moment, before slamming into her again, his own orgasm approaching very quickly. “I love you daddy… always make me feels so fucking good. Fuck my cunt please… cum for me daddy please i want it in me…” She mumbles against his neck, talking him through his own orgasm. “Always make me feel so fucking good, love this cock so much. Cum in me Daddy please” She purrs in ear as hips stutter, a tremble shakes down his spine as he cums, the hand around her wrists catching most of his weight.

They stay their for a few moments, eventually he releases her wrists and she wraps herself around his neck, they shift together until she’s laying on top of him, still sheathed on him. They fall asleep their together, him running his fingers through her hair, and her tracing patterns across his chest.

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"Suck and shut up"

Kinktober 3rd, 2023: Y/N gets bratty without something in her mouth and Aizawa is tired of hearing her

“Dude my fucking shoes” The girl snaps, recoiling from Aizawa’s muddy work boots. A mud smear across the top of her purple satin pumps taunts her and she glares at him “Thanks now i have to find something else to wear” she pivots and stomps back up the stairs leaving Aizawa fuming at the door. Usually one little snap like that wouldn’t bother him at all. He knows his girlfriend is a little brat and expects bits and pieces of that to show themselves every so often. But she has not let up for anything today. She’s had an issue with everything today. Thats he had to work, that he came home early, breakfast was bland, she had to make her own lunch, she couldn’t decide what to wear, she wanted to leave the house tonight but she didn’t want to go to a work function. This list of things she’s been snappy about today is a mile long.

He changes into a pair of clean boots and waits. When she’s done and she slinks back down the stairs in a similar outfit in the same color with a pair of new and pretty purple platforms. “Are you ready?” He asks his eyes are sharp but his voice is flat. “Yeah.” she types away on her phone as he walks out the door and she slides out after him. They both slide into their respective seats in the car and he waits until they’re a ways away from home and then clears his throat. “Do you wanna talk about why you’ve been an insufferable brat today?” Her eyes slant to him and if looks to kill Aizawa’s ghost would be driving the car.

“I wouldn’t be such an ‘insufferable brat’…” she says making dramatized finger quotes “… if you paid any attention to me” Her arms cross over her chest and his first thought is that she looks like an angry toddler.

“Is this about last night?”

Silence. “God if i knew you wanted to suck my cock that bad i’d have let you.” Her immediate flush and curl into herself lets him know he’s right.

The night before she’d been waiting on him to come through the door on the floor near the couch. She’d waited for him to address her, and basically jumped him at the door after. When she’d knelt in front of him to pull him free and let him fuck her throat he’d stopped her and laid her on the bed. He said he’d been too hard and couldn’t wait to be in her. He knew she wasn’t happy about it but he had no idea she’d get this bitchy.

“Poor fucking brat, Just wanted something in that pretty mouth huh?” she flushes again and refuses to look at him. Aizawa’s hand slips to her thigh and squeezes a bit. “Can you be patient for a few hours babydoll? I can let you suck on whatever you want when this dinner is over ok?” she side eyes him a bit suspicious of the lack if mention of her punishment. “Yeah ok. I can wait.” she squeezes his hand at her thigh and relaxes into the seat. “That’s my girl.” He says as they pull into the restaurant parking lot.

Dinner goes relatively smoothly. She manages her attitude mostly well. She rolls her eyes at Present Mic a handful of times but other than that. When they slide into the seats of his large black range rover she lets her hair down and shoves her 6inch platforms off her aching feet. “You did very well tonight Angel. I’m very proud of my patient girl.” The girl wiggles in her seat and tries not to get too excited.

They say nothing else until the car slides into the driveway. “Go upstairs” Aizawa says petting her head as they make their way through the door. She nods and makes haste up the stairs and into the shared bedroom falling to her knees by the footboard of the gigantic bed in the center of the room.

He takes his time; stripping from his boots, leaving his important gear in the foyer, grabbing two water bottles from the fridge, and then just standing downstairs.

It’s about 30 minutes later when he comes into the room and still patient as ever she kneels at the end of the bed, looking a bit bored but in place and position. “There’s my good girl. I was wondering where you went” He taunts from the door.

Theres a pathetic whine and then a flinch when a water bottle lands in front of her. “The whole thing.” He orders before standing in front of her. She opens it and chugs it before handing him the empty bottle back. He nods and tosses it into the trash can by the bed.

When she meets his eyes they’re hard, bored even.

“Open”

Her mouth falls open, she keeps her eyes on his. The pad of his thumb runs over her bottom row of teeth, under her tongue, over her tongue. “That’s my favorite girl, if you needed someone to play with this oral fixation baby it’s all you had to say. No reason to be an insufferable bitch.”

She flinches at the word. Degradation isn’t usually their thing but she gets more excited this time. “Not gonna give you my cock yet….” she cuts him off with a whine and he gives her a quick smack to her cheek “… because you don’t fucking deserve it. But for now. Suck. and Shut. Up. “

She whimpers around his thumb but sucks, running her tongue over it. Eventually he switches and slides his first and middle finger into mouth as far as he can, her teeth grazing his knuckles. She gags and tries to pull back but he’s always been faster than her. His hand catches the back of her head and he keeps her still, his two fingers pushed into the back of her throat. “No pup. You wanted something in this mouth so bad you’re gonna take whatever i’ll give you”. She chokes and whines again tears pooling in her eyes.

He keeps her there for about 30 seconds before releasing her head and letting her cough and spit up on the carpet at his feet. He stands there while she gasps air into her burning lungs.

“Are you done?” He spits, no real venom behind it. She didn’t realize how far she’d actually pushed him until now she looks up, guilt swimming in her eyes. “What?” He asks knowing her well enough to see the words forming in her head.

“M’ sorry Daddy.” she says as his fingers run through her hair. “I was really awful to you today” She says pushing up into his hand. And he nods, an acceptance. He knows she doesn’t brat in disrespect, just when she’s feeling something. Sadness, fear, anger, jealousy. Whatever the cause is, she’s usually quick to apologize.

“Lay down, on the bed, hands above your head” He says before stepping away from her. She stands on weak knees and falls onto their shared bed and stretching her arms above her head. Her tummy peaks out from under her top. “What a pretty baby…” he drawls, his fingers coast along the exposed skin.

She shivers at the touch of his hands and her eyes close at the heat of his hand gliding along her tummy. “I love you Daddy” she says her pretty eyes flashing up to meet his. His hand trails from her tummy to her chest, up her breastbone to her neck where he applies enough pressure to make her head spin. “I love you babydoll” he mumbles as he leans down to kiss her. His fingers press a little harder into her throat. “You have a lot of making up to do…”.

Her heartbeat pounds into her brain and he can see from her eyes she’s too far gone to know what to do by herself. “Strip, you can keep the skirt and shoes I pay for” a snipe for the shoe thing earlier, it almost hurts her heart but she quickly pulls off her shirt, bra, and panties; the latter of which she folds and hands to him. He throws them on his side table and slides between her legs. “Look at you…” amusement but no shock, “an absolute fucking mess”, his fingers spread her slick along her folds, rubbing over her nub and snickering when she whines and her hips cant into his hand. A delicious burn spreads over her pelvis and her hips fly off their bed “Daddy!”

He chuckles and his palm slides over her stomach pressing her hips into their bed “Easy baby, can’t make you feel good if your shoving away from me” His fingers circle mercilessly against the bundle of nerves and she whines and groans into the air “D-Daddy, yellow, too much please don’t” she begs, direct stimulation bringing more burning then pleasure. His hand retracts “Sorry angel, are you ok? I didn’t realize i wasn’t over the hood” his face fills with overwhelming concern, his fingers closing around her hips “S’ ok daddy” she says smiling lazily up at him.

“Can i have your cock please Daddy?” Her hips moves against him, and he lets her grind against the bulge in his dress pants. She whimpers and clings to the pillows above her head. “Daddy pleassseeeeee” She whines and and her pulls the skirt up to show him the wet spot she’s creating on his pants, at the sight he groans and throws his head back.

“Yeah baby, yeah you can have it” He says pulling himself free not bothering to pulls his pants all the way off, or to chastise her for whining. He slips into her so easily he stumbles a bit. They groan in tandem and her hands leave their post to find purchase in his fancy dress shirt. “Fuck oh god, Daddy” she whines and arches off the bed. “You’re so deep” she says as her fingers tighten against his torso.

He takes a moment to regain his composure. “Fuck you always feels so good, this pussy was made for me wasn’t it baby?” He rasps as he leans down to push their foreheads together. She nods frantically, She pushes her hips up to meet each of shallow thrusts.

As he builds up his speed and force she lets him hold her hips up off the bed, he drills into her sweet spot over and over and he revels in her falling apart under him, at the screaming moans, at the roll of her eyes, at she shake of her thighs, the clench of her abs, her entire being coming apart at the seams.

“I’m, i - Daddy” she can’t make the words, her brain can’t form a sentence but she doesn’t have to. “Yeah. I know angel. Go ahead. Cum for daddy.” he reads her mind like no one else and at the permission she explodes. The clench around his makes his hips falter. He groans as he finishes deep in her warmth and she throws her arms around his neck. Their kiss is sweet and softens as they relax, as they calm down together.

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"Why did you invite me if you weren't gonna pay attention to me?"

Kinktober 2nd, 2023: What kind of jerk invites someone over and then sits on a computer game for 2 hours? Suna that's who.

Warnings: Vouyarism, reader shows off over VC.

"Why did you invite me if you weren't going to pay attention to me?" (Y/N) grumbles from her comfy spot on Suna's bed. "I'm gonna pay attention to you, we're on a winning streak, can't stop yet," He says not taking his eyes off of his setup "No not you, fuckin stupid" he yells into his mic, probably at Atsumu. He listens to her sigh, then his bed sheets rustle, and then a heavy thump next to him.

She watches his expression shift from one of concentration to a sneaky smirk. "Not gonna work princess," he says. More shuffling. He sees her walk up to his chair, pretty legs now bare of his sweat pants. She yanks gently on his sleeve and whines "Wanna sit with you" she says. "Just a second Angel" he murmurs. About 2 minutes later the 'Victory' screen appears across the screen and Suna pushes back away from his desk to lets (Y/N) slip into his lap. She straddles his hips and tucks her face into his neck. "Hi, pretty baby" he mumbles rubbing her back under her sweatshirt and running his hands along her bare thighs. She can hear Atsumu and Bokuto fake gag through the headphones and she giggles into his throat. "That was so cute." a voice she doesn't recognize. She plants little kisses down his jaw.

"Princess the camera's on" his voice is gentle. He can hear her eyes roll and the "course it is" she mumbles is enough to make him chuckle into her hair. "Wave to the boys" He murmurs and she turns to wave shyly at his webcam. She watches Kurro, Atusumu, Bokuto, and some other blonde wave back at her. "Who's 'at?" she asks Suna pointing to the unknown face. "His name is Kei, a friend of Bo and Kurro" he answers and Kei's face scrunches "They are NOT my friends, I tolerate them at best," she hears him complain through the headphones. There are complaining whines from Bokuto and Kurro.

"Flip around baby" Suna mumbles against her shoulder sliding away from the desk. She stands and inches herself back onto his lap, folding her legs up under herself. Suna's arms wrap around her waist and his fingers return to the keyboard and mouse. She watches the screen flip from the lobby to the entry skit and the 4 others focus on a different screen. Suna feels her shift back and lean against him. "Sit still Brat" that voice isn't Suna. Her eyes flick back to the screen with his friends and Kurro wears a telling smirk.

"You're not the boss 'a me Rooster boy" she snaps back at him glaring into the camera. Suna's hand cracks against her thigh and she cries out, folding herself in half. "ow Daddy" she whines into the space under his desk. "Behave yourself," his voice is calm and smooth. "Daddy's so mean to you huh sweet girl?" Atsumu purrs through the mic and Suna's signature smirk plasters his face. She slumps back and grumbles to herself arms hugging her waist. "Don't pout honey you did it to yourself" Suna says and her eyes narrow again.

The conversation switches to the game and stays that way for two or three more rounds. Their winning streak persists and (Y/N)'s mood sours. "Pup's gettin' real grumpy there Suna," Bokuto says smirking at the camera. "Told 'er I'd get off as soon as we lose" he returns to his friend and a series of condescending whines drift through the headphones "Poor thing" "He's so mean to you" "Sweet thing" The blush that spreads across her face is visible even on camera. "Boys you spoil her" Suna laughs and she pouts covering her face.

"No..." Kei's voice is almost sweet enough to be genuine "... she needs more attention, she's been squirming since she sat down. Just want Daddy to touch you huh sweets? Gettin' needy sittin' all by yourself?" Suna watches her eyes blow at being caught. "Wow Tsuki you read her almost as well as I do" Suna muses and there's a series of taunts flooding the VC again.

Suna flips the mic on his headset off, "Shift for me princess. Got a few more games in me, but you can get started without me, right baby?" Suna purrs it, he's showing off to his friends, "w-with the camera on?" she asks turning to look at him. "You like the attention, I know you do. I can turn it off if you want" Suna says and the smirk falls from his face, a check-in. "It's alright Daddy," she says and smiles a little. "Atta girl," his smirk returns "get to it." She watches the mute button disappear again and voices flood the headphones again.

(Y/N) shifts and settles herself over Suna's left thigh. The boys through the computer catch her slight movement and all eye shift to her. They watch her hips start to move and her face shifts from concentration to bliss. "is she...?" one of the boys trails off. "She is." Suna confirms as the game continues. (Y/N) starts to whimper and whine against her sleeve, she hears the victory tune start and then feels the eyes shift back to her. "Jesus she's a vision..." (Y/N) is far enough away she can't hear the boys anymore, but she can hear Suna talking back to them. "I know she is, You should hear her, my princess makes the prettiest noises. " she keens and whimpers at the praise. "Daddy, want them off" she whines pulling at the waistband of her panties. "Not yet Princess," his hands pull hers to rest on her back, one hand pinning them together, the other pulling off his headset and slipping it over her ears.

"Give 'em a show baby," Suna purrs against her shoulder sitting back and watching her move. The other end of the call is silent for a minute, (Y/N) lifts her eyes to look at the screen full of Suna's friends, she watches the screen full of lust-blown eyes and expecting smirks. "Go on pretty, you heard Daddy, give us a show" Bokuto's voice is lower than she's ever heard it, his face clear of the golden retriever-esqe man that she knows, and is full of a predatory attitude she's never seen from him. When her hips start to move a loud moan falls from her lips and her head falls forward so she doesn't see the series of shifts from the camera. Suna doesn't miss most of the boys reaching down to adjust their hardening cocks. He also doesn't miss Bokuto not reaching for himself, keeping his eyes on her, his head resting on his hands.

Her whimpers and whines sound like a symphony and Kurro, Kei, and Atsumu are all willing and happy concertgoers. But Bokuto is an art connoisseur, he's not just listening, he's feeling, analyzing every note, and trying to put himself in her shoes. "Gonna talk to her Kotarou? or keep starin'?" Suna's taunting him. Bo's face changes, from concentration to a wolfish grin. "Hear him puppy?" bo growls "he wants me to talk to you. Tell you how hard you make me and how pretty you sound when your feeling good." Bokuto sits back manspreading and bringing his hands to the desk. "I heard Bo" (Y/N) whines back at him before she whines at Suna's hands ghosting over her thighs. "You know how pretty you look? How hard you're makin' me? Makin' all the boys?"

Soft pleads of 'daddy' fall from her lips for about 5 seconds before the second crack to her thigh makes her hips come off his thigh and a screech rip from her throat. "I'm not the one talking to you Princess. It's rude not to answer people when they're talking to you." He growls against her throat. "I'm s-sorry Bo. T-thank you" (Y/N)'s voice is shaky. "You gettin' close pup? gonna cum all over Daddy for me?" Bo can see how far gone she is, subspace coating her face and words. "I-I" her hips stop "Can I?" she looks back at her boyfriend, eyes shining, "You're not cumming for me this time sweetie. Ask Kotarou." he's nicer this time. (Y/N)'s head turns back to Bo and her voice is dripping with honey "Please Bo? I'm so close, it feels so good, my tummy aches Bo please" Kotarou's head tips back, and a loud groan rolls off his tongue. "No not yet pretty, don't want this to be over just yet" Bokuto watches Suna's eyebrows rise in surprise "But B-Bo..." another slap to her thigh "don't whine at him" (Y/N) whimpers and tears brim in her eyes. "Oh baby" Kotarou again, "I know it's hard pretty but I think you can do it" Suna starts moving her hips again, keeping her pressed hard to the muscle of his thighs. The moans she lets out are feral. (Y/N)'s eyes fly to the screen to watch Bokuto. His hands don't move from the desk, his eyes stay steady on her.

For the first time since Kotarou took over, someone else speaks. "Your daddy's a lucky man" Atsumu's voice is rough and you can tell he's already finished from the cigarette poking out of his mouth. "Thank you 'tsumu" her voice is small and it makes Suna's cock jump behind her. "Keep talking 'tsumu, looks like Bo's about done" Kurro teased, but it spurs something in Kotarou. "You still right there Pup? Nice and close for me right?" he asks and leans forward, (Y/N)'s head nods frantically and the moans don't stop. "Beg me for it." her head shoots up and she looks at the camera and she starts, begging and whining for it, hips moving frantically on their own. "That's it puppy, get right on the edge for me"

"Please Kotarou, I can't hold it, please!" her voice is getting whiny and Suna watches when he decides to give it to her. "Give it to me Pup. Make a mess of Daddy's sweats for me" Bokuto doesn't blink when she listens, waves of pleasure forcing her spend out of her, she soaks Suna's thigh and her hips continue to twitch for another 45 seconds.

About 2 minutes after she finishes, another swat to her thigh brings the whole chat back to attention, Suna pulls her up to sit back against him. "What do you say when someone gives you something Princess." His voice is soft, it's a reminder, not a punishment. "Thank you Tarou" (Y/N)'s voice is soft and it makes the whole chat gush. "Now what do you say Kotaro?" Kurro teases again, and just like that Bokuto is back. "You're Welcome puppy."

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"Dude you suck at hints"

Kinktober 1st, 2023: "Your friends cannot take a hint and Steve does not seem to care"

Hello Lovely readers. I kinda of hate this whoops.

TW: Voyeurism, Dom!Steve, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it hoes)

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NSFW under the cut!!! 18+ only thank you.

(Y/N) and Steve almost never hang out without Robin, Eddie, and Nancy. So when they planned this movie night, and Robin overheard she assumed it was for the entire gang. All (Y/N) wanted was a peaceful night with her boyfriend. So when Robin, Nance, and Eds showed up at her apartment halfway through the first movie, right as the tension was getting high between her and Steve, (Y/N) was less than pleased.

Steve watches her leg bounce, the way it does when she's irritated, from the kitchen where Eddie and himself are pouring drinks and separating snacks. "So how did you guys know about this?" He really hopes Eddie misses the way his face gets a little rosy. "Robin said you guys were talking about it when (Y/N) brought you guys to lunch the other day," Ed answers grabbing the cups off the counter and cutting behind Steve to slip into the Livingroom. The latter sighs and stacks the bowls of snacks following behind him.

Steve lays out the bowls on the coffee table and slips next to (Y/N) on the couch, Robin and Nancy sit on the floor together in front of the couch and Eddie turns off the light and falls onto the opposite side of the couch. The girls on the floor restart the movie and (Y/N) curls back into the couch, defeated. With the dimmed lights and his friends distracted Steve throws a blanket over their laps and rubs his hand along her thigh. The gesture is meant to soothe her but all it does is frustrate her further. She shifts and curls a little further into him.

He smirks to himself when she continues to squirm beside him. "Sit still," he mumbles at her, shit-eating smirk still present, and slips his hands up a little further playing with the frayed ends of her cut-off sweats. When his fingers dip below the shorts she stiffens and wraps her fingers around his wrist. She watches as Steve's smirk shifts into a look of concern directed at her, fearing he's crossed a line. When he catches a glimpse of her eyes, pupils blown and gaze hazy, and her grip loosens on his wrist, his smirk returns and he keeps his hand sliding over the soft skin of her thigh.

About an hour into the movie, Steve grabs her leg at the knee and pulls it up and over his own, feigning them getting comfortable, she gasps when his fingers return to the pudge of her inner thighs. Steve watches her eyes flick between the three other people in the room afraid of having caught their attention. The girls seemed to be engrossed in the movie, however, she makes eye contact with Eddie who furrows his brows at her 'you ok?' he mouths and she nods flashing him the most laid-back smile she can manage. When the brunette returns his attention to the horror film playing on the TV she sinks back into the couch and relaxes into Steve's touch.

Steve's touch gets a little heavier when he slips over the front of her panties feeling the fat of her lips through the thin white cotton. He can practically feel the stress melting from her muscles as his fingers play with her.

By the time the credits begin the roll for the first movie (Y/N)'s hips are subconsciously pushing into Steve's hand and her lashes are wet from how bad she wants him to just touch her. He hasn't moved any further than rubbing her gently over the fabric and he can feel the wet spot that's formed against his fingers. When Nancy stands to change the movie Steve's hand slips away and reaches over to pull her left leg up to join her right one across his lap. He can sense her frustration and gives her a sweet smile to which she gives him a teary-eyed glare and he suppresses a snicker.

When the second movie is playing and everyone has settled again, Steve's fingers return to her thighs. (Y/N) pulls her right leg up to fold beside Steve and gives him access to her core again. His fingers slip down the top of her shorts under the blanket to play with the hem of her panties again, fiddling with the little bow in the middle, she stifles a whimper with a fake cough and he folds slipping his fingers into her panties, and separating her lips, spreading her slick across them. He sees (Y/N)'s eyes close and head rest against the couch in his peripheral.

When his fingers slide over her clit her whole body tenses again. His fingers make tiny figure eights across the bundle of nerves and it sets her pelvis on fire. She bites into her sweater sleeve and pretends to focus on the movie to avoid whining and giving herself away. Steve steals glances at her and smirks again as he watches drool seep through the fabric of her (his) sweater. He would kill to listen to her whimpers right now, to listen to the familiar whiny moans and sweet keening that pours out of her mouth when he's doing something right. He uses his free hand to still her twitchy hips with a firm palm to her tummy.

When the steady pressure of his fingers leaves her clit he watches the disappointment float across her face. That is until she feels his digits push at her hole. His forefinger slips into her with ease with how worked up she is already. His finger slips in and out of her for a few moments before he slips a second one in beside it and pushes up. Her eyes roll and she covers a moan with another cough. She makes eye contact with Eddie a second time and he gives her the same look from before. 'I'm fine Eds' she mouths before he gets a chance to ask. He doesn't look like he believes her but he returns his attention to the movie again.

Steve alternates between abusing the spongy spot of nerves on her upper wall and scissoring his fingers to make room for a third, that he's neglected to give her. He's playing with her absentmindedly, pushes her buttons perfectly; and when she gets close enough that she can taste it, he stops, stilling his fingers in her until he feels her relax again. By the time the second movie is over he's edged her about 7 times and the tears streaming from her eyes are more difficult to hide when Robin turns the lighting back up in her Livingroom.

Eddie and Nancy stand to stretch their legs and (Y/N) tucks her face into Steve's neck to avoid any questions from their friends. "You guys heading out?" Steve asks rubbing (Y/N)'s back soothingly. "Maybe we should. I don't think (Y/N) is doing too well" Eddie says from the archway to the kitchen, everyone but Steve misses his smirk. "Yeah I think we're going," Nancy says walking slowly to the front door and slipping on her shoes. Eddie and Robin follow behind her slipping on their own shoes before opening the front door. Robin and Nancy bound down the stairs and Eddie lingers in the doorway, Steve leaves (Y/N) on the couch to wave the three out and lock the door behind them. Eddie smirks at him and Steve catches his eyes. "You should've said, something man. I don't think the girls noticed but (Y/N) seemed to really need that" Eddie teased at him and laughs at how red he goes. "I was dropping hints!" Steve whines and Eddie laughs again. "Dude, you suck at hints." Eddie laughs again and makes his own way down the apartment stairs.

Steve closes and locks the door behind Eddie laughing and shaking his head. When he turns around to join (Y/N) back on the couch he sees the cute little pink socks she's wearing slip into the only bedroom. His stride is heavy down the hall and he throws his shirt off on his way. When he throws the bedroom door open he finds her sitting against the headboard, completely dressed. Her eyes no longer hold tears, they're fiery and dark. "That was mean Stevie" she whines at him before she pushes her legs open to show him the wet patch that's soaked through her shorts.

Her left-hand slips into her shorts and begins to play with her clit. Like he did but with more pressure and speed. He groans and his head falls back before he slinks to the bed and bends down to grab her foot. She pulls it back sharply and when he looks up she shakes her head. "Don't touch me" she says, smirking when his face drops. "but baby..." he purrs slipping up the bed to sit between her open legs. "... you did so well for me while our friends were here, I figured you wanted a reward" he finished pressing his forehead to hers, his fingers twitching near her hips. (Y/N) whimpers at how close he is and decides she wants him closer more than she wants to tease him back.

The second their lips touch his hands go for her shorts, yanking them swiftly down her legs and tossing them to the floor by the bed. She helps him get her underwear off her hips and they join her shorts on the floor. His mouth leaves hers and he sits back on his knees to look her over. There was still drool on her sleeve, her hands twitching in anticipation, her soft thighs spread as far as she can manage; his eyes locked onto her core, leaking onto the bed, swollen and red from his previous ministrations. "Steve..." her voice brings him back, "... if you make me wait much longer for your cock I'm gonna fuck myself and make you watch" she threatens to shimmy down to lay underneath him. "Fuck me Stevie please" she begs and undo the button of his jeans, pulling the zipper down.

Steve pushes the denim off, along with his boxers. He lines himself up and watches her hips push up to meet him. He pushes himself in one stroke and nearly cums at the simper of satisfaction that leaves her mouth when his hips meet her own. Steve grabs the back of her knees and pushes her legs up so he can slip himself deeper. "Jesus baby, such a perfect little pussy, takes me so well like she was made just for me huh?" He's trying to distract her so that the first thrust hits hard. She knows what he's doing and falls for it anyway whining under the praise and nodding her head. His fingers slip along her clit again while he pulls out until the only thing left is his head before he slams his hips back into hers and watches her entire body try to stop it, she screams at how hard he hits her spot and continues to whimper and cry while he sets a brutal pace. Fast and hard hitting her right where she needs. "Close close fuck" she can hardly speak at all and the edging from before makes her dangerously close far too early for her liking. "Yeah, baby? Gonna make a mess of my cock already? go ahead, give it to me, let me feel it, baby, come on" he goads speeding his motions on her clit.

Steve watches her face as her orgasm washes over her like a wave of static, he watches her eyes roll and her mouth hang open, feels her thighs shake in his hands, feels the ripple of muscle around his cock, a rhythmic squeeze and release. He watches as she comes back; her mouth closes and tears of overstimulation bloom in her eyes. "S-s-s" is all she can manage for him. He chuckles and stills in her for a moment "yes baby?" his hands massage the backs of her thighs. "too much" she spits and her back arches and a whine rips from her throat as his hips start to move again "you can do it, baby, so so pretty for me" she can hear the strain in his voice and see the muscles in his stomach clench.

His eyes are closed when her hands trail up his tummy, over his chest, and settle at his neck, he feels her fingers dig into his nape and he follows with her pull. She leads him down to meet her lips. Steve's hips stutter and he pulls back far enough to mumble against her "gonna finish baby, where you want it?". The only answer she gives him is another needy kiss and a squeeze of his cock. He gives her three more heavy thrusts before he pulls out, with a groan and a shutter he cums all over her pussy and the backs of her thighs.

When Steve composes himself he pulls away. "Keep your legs up for me sweets, gotta clean you up," he says on his way to the linen closet. He slips back into the room with a wet cloth. He kneels beside her and starts wiping up the mess he left. He's extra careful around her pussy, apologizing when she hisses. When she's clean he helps her sit up and pulls her sweater back on, before laying her back down. He pulls his boxers back on before sliding behind her, wrapping his arms around her center, and pulling her into him. "I love you angel" he mumbles against her shoulder, right before he hears her soft snores drifting through the air.