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[rasberry-jupiter]

Thinking about Yandere!College Professor

warning: sex, degradation, feminization, mild choking, insults, objectification and cussing

College professor who walked into the class and the room shut up. He didn’t even greet the class, curtly saying his name before heading straight into lecture. He didn’t even notice you till you muttered an insult under your breath. He didn’t even feel anything like fireworks, just annoyance.

College Professor who is a micromanaging asshole. Who’s never been anything but dominant in his life. From his work like to the bed, he’s never faced any rejection or setback. So when you sneered at his face, and opposed him, he was interested.

College Professor who noticed you more and more. From your toned body to the lack of texts coming to your phone. He paid special attention to the glares you gave him when there was more work than usual or a suprise quiz. The way you bite back insults when he approaches you.

College Professor who had come in his pants, after you insulted him. ‘Fucking asshole.’ You’d muttered, leaving his class. He’d convinced himself he only liked you because he thought he could break you. Not because he’s never felt this fucking alive. Panting as he wiped the stickiness off in the university bathroom, your glare and angry expression saved in his mind for later.

College Professor who gave you more work than the rest of the class on purpose. Relishing every sneer or glare you gave to him. Who used his hacking skills to find out your schedule and gathered information about you and your friends. College Professor who stalks you on every social media platform under a pseudonym. Who reads every post you post insult him and his class. Holding his phone in his left hand, rubbing his clothed dick. He’s not into you insulting him, he tried to convince himself. But the thought you spitting insults in person, make his back arch as he came in his pants with just a few touches.

College Professor who hates anyone else around you. Increasing your work load, making sure you didn’t have time to hang out with others. Purposefully making your tests and quizzes harder till your grades started to drop.

College Professor who called you to his office for a private talk about your grades. Dressed in his finest clothes, a sexy perfume on. Only for him to be shoved against the wall, your hand holding his shirt collar. He couldn’t hold in the moan that left his mouth.

College Professor who you have bent over the desk, his ass red from spanking. Who only protested for a second before happily letting you manhandle him. Whining when you finished spanking him, mouth open with drool dripping out, and tears running down his cheek.

College Professor who cried from sheer pleasure as your cock entered him taking his virginity. He would have cum if he didn’t already when you were spanking him. Moaning when you yank his hair and called him a slut. Your hand wrapped around his throat, choking him. He gagged and whined pathetically, his tight virgin hole fluttered around your cock in pleasure. His eyes rolling back in ecstasy when you started to move.

College Professor who lets you use him like a fleshlight, in his office. Manhandling him like a toy. His clothes scattered across the room, whines and unintelligible moans that sounded like your name and yes leaving his kiss swollen lips. He was older than you but he couldn’t help how good your cock made him feel.

College Professor who gives you an A without you asking. Who regrets every moment he spends without you. Who can’t stop texting you, even when you block him for spamming you, immediately spamming your social media, begging for attention. Who leaves in the middle of a lecture because you’re in another class and not responding, just to take sexy pictures to send you.

College Professor who loves the way your eyes darken when you wears lingerie, so he’d started to wear silk panties and lingerie under his clothes. Who wants you to use however you want, fuck him in his office, in the bathrooms, anywhere you want. Even in public. Your free use slut he moaned eagerly when you’d taken up his offer.

College Professor who is a cock addicted whore for you. Like a loyal puppy only for you, his owner. Looking at you with the most pathetic face, eyes watering from being degraded, yet flushed and panting like a slut. Who loves it when you insult him, calling him your whore or slut. But also when you call him your cute girlfriend.

College Professor who is nothing but a bratty slut for you. Who can’t focus on teaching when your gaze lingered on his ass. His body aching from being fucked this morning but still craving your cock deep in him, filling him in all the right places.

Fuck, read his eyes and follow him to the bathroom, please? He’ll make you feel really good~

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SEX IN THE STUDIO | HAN JISUNG

genre: smut warnings: language, deepthroating, oral (reader receives),slight mention of dacryphilia, one use of daddy

You were good at many things. Taking breaks was not one of them. Jisung understood how easy it was to lose track of time in the studio. But you've been there the whole day, and it didn't look like you were planning to come out anytime soon. He opened the studio door and leaned against the doorframe, watching as your eyes concentrated on the screen in front of you, eyebrows furrowed.

He walked in, wrapping his arms around your neck from behind. You turned your head, a bit startled from his sudden appearance. "Still up? It's one in the morning," he said, chuckling at the surprise on your face. You took off your headphones before stretching your arms in front of you, biceps straining and the veins in your forearms popping out. "It's one already?" you asked, taking a deep breath and leaning back against the chair.

"Mhm. It's past one, actually," he mumbled into your hair, pressing a soft kiss there. You tilted your head back and looked at him, patting your thigh. "Didn't realise. Can't shut my brain off sometimes, you know how it is." He saw you pat your thigh and immediately sat on your lap, straddling you with his arms around your neck.

"You're working too hard, babe," he purred, leaning closer and brushing your lips together. You sighed into his plump lips, fingers digging into his waist as you pulled him closer, capturing his lips in a deep, slow kiss. He smiled into the kiss, letting your tongue enter his mouth as his hands slid up your shirt, tracing the muscles beneath his fingertips. As you broke away, his hands reached your shoulders, working out the knots. You let out a relieved groan as he worked out the tension that had been building up for days. You tilted your head back, him not missing the opportunity to kiss your neck.

"Fuck.." You hadn't realised just how worked up you were, cock already stirring awake at his touch. He smirked, one hand coming down to palm your bulge while the other scratched at your nape. You let out a shaky breath. "Don't tease me, you brat." He just chuckled, squeezing your cock through your pants and leaning in to peck your nose. "You do need something to wind down, right?" he murmured, pressing a kiss to your racing pulse.

A soft moan escaped your lips as his warm mouth made contact with your pulse point, sending electrifying sparks dancing across your skin. "Yes, goddamn it… I need you to help me relax, darling," you breathed, resolve crumbling under the onslaught of desire. "Think you can do that for me, Sungie?" He slid down your pants and freed your throbbing cock, wrapping a hand around it and swirling a thumb around the weeping tip. "Anytime, daddy~"

Fuck. Him and his nicknames. You bucked into his hand, cock twitching with the way he was looking at you. You could resist breathing more than you could resist that look. Once he got on his knees in front of you, you grabbed the back of his head, guiding his lips down to envelop the swollen head of your cock. He teased your tip, hands on your thighs as he lapped up the precum and traced his tongue along the prominent vein on your massive cock. You were trying your best not to be desperate and fuck his mouth, but he was making it so hard. "Shit, baby…I won't hold back if you act like this…" You tangled your fingers in his silky hair as his talented mouth descended, taking you inch by glorious inch. He could feel your grip on his hair tighten and he was smirking as he looked up at you absolutely losing it. Taking a deep breath through his nose, he took your entire cock, nose touching your skin.

Your entire body went rigid, a low, guttural cry tearing from your throat as his mouth engulfed every throbbing inch of your length. "F-Fuck!" The feeling of your boyfriend's hot, wet throat constricting around your sensitive cock was too intense, too perfect. Your free hand gripped the armrest of your chair so hard your knuckles turned white. You thrusted shallowly into his mouth, not being able to resist the warmth. You watched with a predatory gaze as he pulled away to breathe, a string of saliva connecting his plush lips to your cock. He looked so fucking pretty—glassy eyes wide, soft cheeks pink, and lips glistening. You could eat him alive. He dove back in, sucking eagerly, making sure to keep those pretty eyes locked onto your lustful ones.

"God, you're fucking good at this, aren't you?" As if you didn't know. Throwing your head back against the back of the chair, you buried yourself to the hilt, orgasm crashing over you in waves of blinding ecstasy. It always hit different when you were too pent up, like a glass of cold water past midnight. Jisung kept his mouth still for a while before pulling back and coaxing the rest of your cum out, moaning in approval of your musky flavour.

"You're so hot when you come, you know that?"

You chuckled, pulling him onto your lap. Your thumbs brushed away his tears.

"And you're pretty when you cry."

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TRY AGAIN | BANG CHAN [NSFW VER.]

genre: hurt/comfort, smut warnings: language, insecurities, strained relationship, one mention of sex (in dialogue), loneliness, feelings of abandonment, bp!chan, fingering, oral (chan receives), edging, overstimulation, unprotected sex, slight choking sfw-version

You were undressing, taking off the silk shirt you'd put on for your anniversary, rubbing off the eyeliner that Chan found attractive on you. At least the dinner was at home; you wouldn't have been able to handle the rejection of being stood up in public. Something in you told you to call him. But it was his duty as a boyfriend to remember your anniversary, right? You sighed as you looked in the mirror. You looked tired, when you had been very lively just a while ago. The dinner you made was already in the fridge. You had a slice of bread, not being able to stomach a full meal at the moment. You had texted him. But he didn't even see them. He was staying at the dorm, and you haven't seen him in four whole days.

There was the occasional video calls where he could barely keep his eyes open, but to you, it felt like he was doing it out of obligation. So you'd tell him to go to bed. He'd make sleepy promises about a date night, but you knew he wouldn't follow through. You understood his schedule, you were busy too. But you always made time for him. Maybe it was the exhaustion talking, or maybe the late hour, but you felt like you shouldn't make time for him anymore. Something petty in you snarled, telling you to let him initiate something for once. But you loved him, busy schedules and all. You've tried to talk to him about it before, but it would either end in him being too tired to talk, or making promises that would be thrown in the wind later.

Putting on a t-shirt and sweatpants, you went to bed. You couldn't sleep, though. You were tired of it, of not even being an afterthought. You tossed and turned, desperately chasing the sleep that was running faster than your mind. You've already counted hundreds of sheep, but no avail. You sat up, rubbing your eyes as you glanced at the clock.

12:56 am.

He sighed. That was earlier than he thought it'd be when he checked the time as he was getting ready to leave. At least that was progress, right? He grabbed his water bottle and phone, leaving the studio and heading straight to the dorm. A small smile tugged at his lips despite his exhaustion when he heard his members' chatter once he got there. Jeongin looked up, gasping jokingly as he saw Chan enter.

"Look who's here!"

"You're alive?" Seungmin deadpanned. Chan shook his head in faux exasperation as he put down his water bottle on the coffee table. "Surprising, I know."

"What's surprising is how your boyfriend still stays," Minho said, earning a smack on the bicep from a concerned Felix. Chan froze as he heard that. Was that something he could laugh off? It's not like Minho was wrong. "At this point, we spend more time with him than you do," Hyunjin piped up, looking up from his phone.

That…was true as well. Goddamnit. Chan clenched his fist, angry. Not at the members, but at himself. If you could make time, why didn't he? He wasn't that much busier than you. He opened his phone to check his messages. The lockscreen of you and him making a heart in the snow was crowded with notifications. From you, from his manager, from bubble, everything. Two missed calls from you as well.

"He's gonna be like, 'what boyfriend?'" That hit a bit too close to home. Chan was too focused on his phone to hear who exactly had said that, but it was probably Minho. He's the one who introduced you to him anyway. He opened your chat.

8:00 am - "Happy anniversary, channie 💖I love you so much."

Shit. It was your anniversary. And he forgot. Now it was 1:08 am. The next day.

9:00 pm - "You coming home?"

His heart drops as he grabs his keys and rushes out of the dorm, slamming the door shut behind him. Changbin looked startled. "Was that too far?" Minho rolled his eyes before glancing at the door. "He should learn to be a good boyfriend."

When he got home, you were in the kitchen—sitting on a stool with your laptop on the island. Guilt gnawed at his chest as he saw you look up at him when you heard the door open. You didn't say anything, just went back to typing. He walked over to you and sat on the stool next to you, wringing his hands as he thought of how to deal with this. He knew you had gone to work in the morning, and you'd still made dinner that you made him promise he'd be home for. He could see the trace of dark eyeliner in your waterline. You had dressed up for him. God, he felt like such an idiot.

"M/n…" he started, not really knowing how to continue. Your fingers stilled. A breath. And you continued typing.

"What?" It was cold, harsher than you meant for it to be. But you didn't care to change your tone. He winced at the sharpness in your voice that cut through him. He didn't blame you, though. You had every right to be hurt and disappointed, angry even. He deserved it. But he'll never deny it hurt. He opened his mouth to speak, but it was as if his words had a mind of their own, refusing to come out of fear. He rehearsed what he was going to say while in the car, but those words weren't enough, falling like leaves in the coldness emanating from you.

"I'm sorry." Not enough. Never enough. You were understanding, kind, fucking perfect sometimes. And all he could give you was a 'sorry'? He held back his tears as his mind screamed at him that he was even more inadequate than that apology. He didn't want to cry. Not now. He didn't want you to think he was doing it for sympathy. You'd never think that, he knew, but anger makes people act different.

A bitter chuckle left your lips at Chan's apology. How dare he show up late, not even on the day of your anniversary and say "I'm sorry"? Did he seriously think that was enough? You turned your head to look at him for the first time since he got home. He looked exhausted—skin dry and paler than usual, lips chapped, dark eyebags under eyes brimming with tears that you couldn't tell the cause for. Was he sorry, or were they tears of frustration and tiredness?

"Try again." The words were like venom. It sounded as if you'd throw him out if he gets it wrong. Maybe you would. He flinched at just how much pent up anger your voice was dripping with. You set your focus back on the screen, not letting yourself feel anything soft towards the man crying in front of you.

"I know I fucked up. I fucked up so bad." He tried to speak through his tears, wiping them away hastily. "I don’t… I don’t even know where to start," he choked out, his voice faltering with each word. "I���ve been so… selfish. So caught up in my own world that I didn’t even notice how much I was hurting you. How much I was making you feel… invisible." His hands reached out but he didn't dare to touch you. Not yet. "I should’ve been there, M/n. I should’ve remembered. I should’ve remembered us, and I should’ve been home with you tonight. You deserved that. You deserved better."

The tears spilled freely now, his hands shaking as they wiped at his cheeks, but they just kept coming. "I’m sorry," he whispered again, his voice trembling. "I’m sorry I made you feel unimportant. I’m sorry I didn’t make time for you when you’ve always made time for me. I… I was so blind, and now I feel like I’ve lost everything. You mean the world to me. And I… I don’t know how I let it get this bad."

You sighed, clenching your jaw in an attempt to fight back your own tears. They weren't from sadness. You'd buried that deep inside after too many instances of Chan being absent, of you being tossed aside. You didn’t meet his eyes, your focus unwavering on the screen in front of you. Your fingers continued to dance across the keyboard, an almost mechanical motion that didn’t seem to have any real meaning. You were so close but so far. He felt like he had to climb a wall and slay a beast to touch your heart now, to at least get you to glance at him.

"Did one of your members tell you to come? Were they the ones who told you it was our anniversary?" It stung. It wasn't completely false. If it wasn't for them, he would've just gone to bed. But he shook his head through tears.

"I-I saw your text."

"Wow, how nice of you, Chris. I didn't know you knew how to check messages." A part of you was guilty for adding onto his stress, but the bigger part was tired. You were tired of all this, and you weren't going to hold back. You were hurt, and you'd be damned if you don't show it.

"Baby, please.." He let out a choked sob. Every word from your mouth felt like daggers in his heart, and he'd willingly take them if it means you'd forgive him. "I love you, M/n. I love you more than anything. And I don’t deserve your forgiveness, I know that. But I need you to know how sorry I am. I don’t want to be the person who keeps letting you down. I don’t want to be the reason you feel unloved or unimportant. Because you are the most important thing to me, and I’ve been too blind to show you that."

"I don't want to be the most important, Chris. I just want to be important." You shut your laptop and turned to him, your eyes red-rimmed from holding back tears. "I understand that you're busy, but so am I. I have a demanding job, and a social life. I still make time for you! Is it that hard to show up for me?" You clenched your fist when you saw his eyes widen at that. You'd accidentally let that slip. You didn't want to be vulnerable right now. You wanted to at least be in control of this argument.

"M-M/n, you know it's not-" Did you really think you were hard to love? He catches himself thinking 'I'd do anything for you' and then bitterness floods his chest. He can't even show up to a dinner.

"Forget it," you gritted out, hand reaching out to open your laptop. He caught your wrist, looking up at you, begging with his eyes. "I can't just let it go, M/n. I fucked up. Please, let me make this right. Please."

"What are you even gonna do, huh? How long has it been since we ate something together, since we had a date? How long has it been since we've had sex? Forget all that, how long has it been since we last had a proper fucking conversation??", you spat, veins bulging in your neck as you seethe. "You haven't been doing shit! You promised me the first time you cancelled that you'd try your best to be here, and look where we are!" Your eyes were wide with anger, a tear slipping free from the chaos inside you. You never got angry. But this is too much for even you to handle. You couldn't be a patient saint anymore.

Your words were hitting Chan where it hurt. 'You're not enough,' his mind echoed. His words, desperate to prove himself, spilled past his lips like a flood even when his logic was telling him to listen. This was the longest conversation you've had in a while. "I'm trying, M/n-"

"I don't want to hear your bullshit right now. You don't get to tell me you're trying. If I can make time, so can you! I'm surprised you even remember I'm your boyfriend." The words felt like ash in your mouth. It was uncomfortable to say all this to the man you loved so much. But what choice were you left with?

He buried his face in his hands, unable to keep it together any longer. The tears came harder now, shaking his entire body. His heart was breaking into pieces as he thought about everything he had taken for granted. He had hurt the person he loved the most, and he didn't know if he could fix it. But he had to try. He would beg to just try. He would beg to be selfish just one more time, for you to stay.

"I don't know if I can keep going like this, Chris. Do your promises mean nothing to you? Do I mean nothing to you? You have to follow up on your words, you know that right? Why didn't you at least have the fucking decency to text me you wouldn't come home? At least then I know you remember I exist." Your anger wasn't a crashing storm, but venom. You didn't destroy everything in your way, just the target. Every second stings, every word burns, and you'd keep going. "I can't wait for you to decide if you want to show up. I can't just be there when it's convenient for you. I'm a fucking human with a goddamn life if you forgot."

He sobbed harder. He wanted to hug you, but he was scared. "I-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, baby, p-please."

"We don't even feel real anymore." Straight to the heart. He stilled, your gazes locking. Did you mean that?

"Don't say that.."

You didn’t say anything right away, but the way you looked at him—so tired, so hurt—spoke volumes. He could feel your heart breaking in the silence between you, and it tore him apart. He wanted to fix it, he wanted to make it stop, but he wasn’t sure if he could anymore. But if there was any chance, if there was even a sliver of hope that you might still want him, he would do whatever it takes to make it right. To make you feel real again, to make your love feel real again. "I’ll do anything," he whispered through his tears, his voice raw with desperation. "Anything to make you feel like this is real again. I’m so sorry. Please don’t give up on us. I’ll fight for us, if you’ll let me." His eyes stayed locked on yours, pleading, as he waited for you to say something—anything—that would tell him there was still a chance.

"You gave up on us first, Chan." You hadn't realised how tight you were gripping the fabric of your pants. You hadn't realised how tight your chest felt. Chan shakes his head slowly, going over to the sink to wash his face before sitting down on the floor, knees to his chest.

"I didn't give up, I swear." He sounded so small, so vulnerable. It had been so long since he was real with you. Sometimes, his persona would bleed into his interactions with you. You'd never mention it. But you'd always notice.

"Chan, get up." He looked at you, eyes wide and expectant as he stood up, walking over to you. You pulled him closer by the wrist so he was standing between your legs. He melted when your strong arms wrapped around him, nuzzling into your shoulder and reciprocating the action. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, holding you tight with the strength of his guilt. His love. Your lips pressed into his neck, breathing in his scent like fresh air after being deprived of it for so long. You kissed below his ear, hands sliding up his hoodie as you pulled him impossibly closer.

"I missed you, you know?" Your voice was soft. His heart ached. "I missed you too.."

You pulled away, taking in his features which had guilt written all over them. You brushed away a tear. "Don't cry anymore.." He nodded, leaning in. "Can I kiss you?" You smiled for the first time since he came home. You held his jaw with one hand, the other still on his back. Leaning in, you kissed him.

Your lips danced against each other, tongues tangling as you slid it past his lips. Lust replaced the oxygen he stole from your lungs as he gripped onto your hair, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. You kissed him like you were trying to swallow him whole, like you've forgotten the shape of his mouth and want to relearn it. When you broke away for air, he slid off your t-shirt and let his hands roam your torso, leaning in to kiss your neck. Hickeys bloomed on your skin like flowers that would soon turn out like rainclouds in the sky. His lips were doing what he couldn't do with words. His hand tugged down your sweatpants, wrapping around your cock and stroking it to life. You pulled back, kissing along his jawline and down his neck as you stood, caging him against the kitchen island. You took off his hoodie and kicked off your sweatpants that were pooled around your ankles now.

Capturing his lips in another searing kiss, one of your hands found their way into his shorts sliding past his underwear, middle and ring finger parting his soaked folds as you thumbed at his clit. He squirms, lips latching onto your pecs. "B-Baby.." You wrap a hand around his throat, forcing him to look at you as you press him against the island with your hips pressed together, your cock against his thigh. You slide a finger in, watching as he moans sweetly. Greedy, you kiss him again, drinking in his sounds as if that could quench your thirst.

"You're gonna make it up to me, okay? I'm gonna fuck you for as long as I waited for you." He whimpers, nodding as he bucked into your hand. You slid another finger in, kissing and nipping at his sensitive chest. You use your hands to prop him up on the counter and lift him up when he instinctively wraps his legs around you. Once in the bedroom, you wasted no time to toss him onto bed and climb in, pinning both his wrists above his head with your hand as the other—fingers still slick with his juices—slid down his torso. You spread his thighs wider with your hand, lips attacking his neck and fingers curling into his leaking pussy. "So wet for me, darling," you purred into his ear, the tips of your fingers meeting his g-spot as he cried out and shot his head to the side.

"P-Please.." He sounded so fucking pretty. His moans were music, melodious and sweet. It always sounded better when he was begging. "Such a mess already, baby? I've barely done anything." There was a smirk on your lips. A proud, possessive one. He was yours. "But go ahead and finish your sentence for me. Please, what?"

"Want your cock.." You chuckled, your fingers curling cruelly as he clenched around you. "You don't get to be so impatient right now, lovely…just wait for a tiny bit, 'kay?" He nodded, gasping as his orgasm approached, looming over him like a shadow that will only be extinguished if you decide to. You kiss him. Again. Sloppy and passionate, not caring about anything else except etching into your mind the feeling of his lips against yours. You pulled away, only to hear his moans as he came onto your fingers. He was so pent-up. It was adorable. You pull your fingers out, bringing them to your sensuous lips as you suck them clean, holding eye contact. His face flushed a bit more than before. It wasn't something new—seeing you do things like this—but god, did it send him reeling every single time.

You let go of his hands and moved your head down to his pussy that was dripping with cum and arousal, not being able to resist such a delicious little treat. "Such a pretty little cunt~" You smirked, practically making out with his now sensitive pussy while his hips buck into your face, unconsciously or not, you didn't care. Your tongue swirled inside, tasting his sweetness, nose rubbing at his swollen clit. Your cock throbbed—red, angry, and aching for his warm heat. His hands gripped your hair and shoulder, trying to anchor himself in the storm of your lust. He could never get enough when you were like this. When you were insatiable, taking and taking. When you fucked him like you owned him. Already sensitive, he felt another orgasm approaching. You noticed too, how his pussy clenched around your tongue as if it wants to rip it out and keep it there forever. You pulled away, smirking at his whine. At his pouty lips, his face that was contorted in pleasure and disappointment from you pulling away.

"Said you wanted my cock, right?" You growled into his ear, positioning your dick at his entrance which was now clenching around air. You buried yourself in him in a single thrust, gripping his hips with both hands hard enough to bruise as you threw your head back, groaning in pleasure. He gripped you like a vice, trying to push you deeper into his inviting warmth. Eager. Desperate. You began to thrust, slowly pulling out and pushing back in. Just to tease him. You knew he'd be crying, begging for more. He gasped, hands fluttering uselessly over your body, trying to grab on somewhere. The tip of your cock kissed his sweet spot with every thrust, stretching him wide around your shaft. He writhed under you, hands finally finding purchase on your shoulder and bicep as he pushed back against each thrust.

"H-Harder, please…" He was so polite. Always. Even in bed. You chuckled, the sound morphing into a shaky moan as you thrusted particularly hard, headboard hitting the wall. "Like that?" His attempt at speaking just dissolved into words as he let go of whatever semblance of composure he had left. You always make him lose his fucking mind. Your hands, mouth, cock, everything just conspired against him, attacking him, leaving him breathless. You picked up your pace, grabbing one of his legs and putting it over your shoulder, every ounce of gentleness leaving your body. He asked for hard, you'd give him hard. He hears you say something, distorted as his eyes roll back and mouth gapes open, tears staining the bedsheet. You tried to speak, to act all cocky as if you weren't losing your mind with his tight little cunt gripping you like that. All that comes out are grunts and groans, occasional winces as his nails scrape against your skin.

"Y-You're so fucking tight, god, fuck." You didn't know what you were saying, for the entire world was reduced to his warmth around you. He couldn't feel anything but you rutting into him. He couldn't feel the bruising grip on his hips, and he could barely register you biting his neck—teeth dragging along his heated skin before sinking in, biting hard and just shy of drawing blood. Your tongue slipped out, licking up his neck before leaving open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, moving to nip at his ear, nose buried in his hair. Each buck of your hips knock the air out of him. He swears he could feel you in his damn throat. Your grip on his thigh tightens, your thrusts growing erratic as your orgasm rushes close. "'M close. You gonna come for me, baby?", you growl into his ear, the question met with desperate nods by Chan who was rendered speechless.

His pussy fluttered around you, body writhing as he came undone yet again, coating your length with his release. You groaned into his ear, burying yourself completely inside, balls hitting his ass and drawing up as your climax neared. He was overstimulated—panting under you, toes curling, cries tearing out of his throat—as you came deep inside him, warmth flooding his insides as his vision blurred, body going limp onto the bed. You didn't pull out, instead thrusting shallowly, taking in every inch of his pleasured- no, destroyed expression. You lean down, breath fanning against his lips as you thrust again, forcing him to open his eyes.

"I'm not done yet, pretty."

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Bending Bakugou over his desk at his agency and helping him blow off steam. I need

blowing off steam w katsuki bakugo

You’re sat on Bakugo’s chair, feet propped up on his desk as you talk loudly on the phone with god knows who. A loud bang from the door being swung open, you get startled, ending the call and sitting up properly. Your favorite blonde hero Is back and he doesn’t look too happy….

“Hey kats’ some paper work came in for you—“ He yells at you in anger, tossing the paper work in the air.

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“Wanna talk about itt..?” “NO.” “right” you get up off his chair and go over to rub your hands over his shoulders in attempt to calm him down. “I won’t force you to talk about it. Just know that it makes one feel a whole lot better when they let it out” He rolls his eyes with a scoff as he goes over the mess on his table that you obviously didn’t bother organizing. 

“I— what can I do for you, kats? How do I make ya feel better?” You knew his answer already. This has happened far too many times. He took a deep breath in before looking back at you with desperate eyes.

-

“aH— fuh…~!” He’s holding onto the edge of his table so hard his knuckles are turning white. He’s bent over his rattling desk as he gets the anger fucked out of his system. Your grip on his waist is sure to leave bruising but it’s not like either of you care, you’re treating him so roughly, doing him so well he can’t complain about a single thing.

His thighs are trembling, he’s all teary eyed for you. His face is flushed and he’s in pure bliss, he’s mumbling incoherent words and grinding his ass back on you, tightening around you to squeeze you of every last drop.

Moaning likes a whore while biting his lip, use up his hole n make him your personal cum dump, make him forget the reason he was so upset today.

[rasberry-jupiter]

bet I love Chase. Okay, consider Chase who's stuck defending himself to the team that he is not gay.. at all. But despite all that, he's still spending way too much time with the sweet, friendly doctor in another unit who nobody would suspect because he's just this typical small dork. Who may or may not be busy fucking Chase during lunch hours

THEME: chase denying the ‘accusations’ whilst actually taking it up the ass. seriously.

CHARACTER: male reader x robert chase

NOTE: THIS IS SO STUPID I FUCKING LOVE IT

this is after I've written it and I might've forgotten the ‘who nobody would suspect’ part... also it's very short D:

p.s. requests are always open!!

WARNING: light mention of hilson,, light exhibitionism,, public sex,, pathetic chase,, light praise,,

“no,” chase protested. “no, seriously, I’m not— into men. like I’m not gay.” cameron chuckled as she shook her head, foreman just raising his eyebrows, clearly not believing him. “yeah, and i haven’t fucked wilson.” house spoke up, leaning on his cane. this statement earned concerned glances from the trio. “i mean it’s a lie. you’re a big fat liar,” house said flatly. chase sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “i’m not gay!” he protested once more, trying to convince them. “i have literally had sex with cameron?” chase suggested, almost incredulously. “woah, stop right there, don’t bring me into this,” cameron raised her hands in surrender, narrowing her eyes. “okay, okay, you’re not gay, we believe you,” foreman said unconvincingly, looking through the file. “except we don’t,” house spoke up again. “mind telling me who the pretty guy is?” he asked.

“what?” chase questioned dumbly. “the pretty guy. look, i can appreciate a man’s beauty, alright? now tell us who's the guy you've been having lunch with.” house cleared up. the blonde just blinked, swallowing hard. “him? he’s— he’s just a friend,” he reasoned, trying to keep his voice steady. “uh-huh, i thought wilson and house were friends, but apparently they fucked,” foreman butted in, looking over at house, clearly worried. “excuse me, we did what?” wilson, now standing in the doorway, questioned. “stay quiet, honey, we’re trying to figure out some manly business.” house told wilson off, shooing him away with his hand.

“when have we fucked?—”

“i said stay quiet, honey, chase over here has to tell us who he is having lunch with.” house cut his best friend off, sending him a dissatisfied glare. chase stood up with a huff. “this is ridiculous,” he said. “i’m takin’ a break.” the blonde added, walking out of the office, past a very confused wilson. house, of course, called after the man. “give him a kiss and tell him i said hi!”

“mmh— mh— mphhh!” the noises were lewd, so filthy, yet muffled by your hand. chase's hands were on the wall, grasping at nothing. his head tilted back slightly, eyes screwed shut. “shh, c’mon, chase, quiet..” you cooed softly in his ear, your cock stretching chase's hole deliciously. the blonde’s chest was heaving, his back arched. you snapped your hips forward - deeper, earning a gasp from chase. you didn’t trust him to keep his noises down. “atta boy, jus’ like that,” you added in a whisper, your hot breath hitting the shell of his ear. “nghh- mmm! mhh, mh, mhh—” the noises continued to spill nonstop. your free hand was on his ass, kneading the flesh as you pounded into him. you did your best to minimize the noises of skin slapping against skin, just in case anyone walked by the janitor’s closet.

chase leaned his forehead against the wall, letting out a soft sob against your hand. eventually, you took your hand off, letting him take a proper breath. he inhaled deeply, exhaling shakily. “god— ughh, fuck, yes, keep going...” he whined, his voice hushed and breathless. “you sound- amazing,” you rasped out, pressing a kiss to the back of his bare shoulder, slowing your pace to steady, languid yet deep motions, prodding at his prostate with your tip. “hhh..hahh.. ahh— shit..” chase moaned sweetly, managing to keep his voice lower than usual. he shifted on his feet slightly, trying to find better leverage. he started rolling his hips back to meet yours, groaning quietly each time he did. “you’re not scared, are you? of getting caught?” you inquired, pressing your nose to his hair and inhaling his scent. he didn’t find his voice quick enough, therefore he answered you with a small shake of his head. in truth, he was. he was scared shitless; especially of house. house had caught him with cameron once, who’s to say he won’t do it again with you?

“pretty sure- it violates workplace etiquette.” you reminded him. he moaned softly in response to you. clearly, work etiquette was not on his mind right now. he couldn't care less. chase was close, you could tell by his taut back muscles. it was a thing you noticed with these quickies which seemed to be happening more often than not. “ah, you close, baby?”

“ah- mhmm, jus’.. jus’ keep goin’..” his voice was a little slurred.

“at your service, pretty.” you said as you leaned your forehead against the back of chase’s head, moving both of your hands to his hips, grasping lightly. you sped up your pace slightly, just watching as your cock disappeared into his tight hole. he clenched around you, a moan getting punched out of his throat. a broken whimper followed suit, his thighs trembling as he came; white ropes of cum dripping down his cock. a couple moments later, you did as well. it was a pretty easy cleanup, considering you were wearing a condom - so, no creampie unfortunately.

chase walked back into the office, now, only house present. he had sent the others off to treat a patient.

“what is it with you and closet sex?” house asked bluntly, his eyebrows furrowed in faux confusion.

oh no.

[rasberry-jupiter]

Hello, how are you? Can you do an imagine of Hyuk Kwon from Wind Breaker, please 🥺?

Where he dates an extremely shy and delicate reader, so naturally he thinks that when the two have sex for the first time, he will be the top, since the reader has all the stereotypes of a sub. However, the complete opposite happens and he discovers that the reader is a monster in bed who turns his brain into jelly and almost makes Hyuk pass out from fucking so much 🙃🙃

𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗡 𝗜𝗡 𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘

pairing. hyuk kwon x gn reader

warnings. amab!reader, reader intended to be gender neutral, reader is kind, shy and anxious but confident in bed, reader is shorter than hyuk, top!reader, bottom!hyuk, anal fingering and anal sex, praise kink (for hyuk), coming untouched, first time bottoming

a/n. I've been anxiously waiting a request for hyuk. I wrote this in 1 hour, still without editing

"Are you okay?" Hyuk stops in front of you, blocking your line of vision. His hands cup your face, splayed across your cheeks and ears, making sure to keep your attention on him and not in the mess behind his back. You were a few inches shorter than him, which made it easy for him to take your attention away from the fight.

The underground fight club erupted in noise around the two of you, the smell of sweat and bloodlust thick in the muggy air.

Joker had left his opponent's face disfigured, a bloody pulp lying in the ring, fingers dripping red. And Hyuk didn't want you to end up vomiting on yourself at the sight. You had insisted on coming to see the fight, to give support, even though Hyuk knew you had a weak stomach, he agreed. You knew how to be insistent when you wanted to be.

You watched the whole thing with a mixture of aversion and intrigue, Hyuk's attention however did not leave your face, watching your reaction to every blow, every sound of impact and grunt of pain. And he knew when it was too much.

"Don't look at it, look at me," he said, dark eyes boring into yours. "Too much? Too much. I knew it. Come on, let's go." The opponent made futile attempts to get up, wanting to get back into the fight and Hyuk didn't want the two of you to be here to see the end of it.

He doesn't wait for your agreement before pulling you through the crowd, pushing through with cool ease, his hand firm in yours. Guiding you through the bustling bodies until you reach the fresh air outside, the normality of nightlife.

Your fingers gripped his tightly, shifting your weight from one foot to the other in an anxious display that could have been just habit, or the beginning of something worse. He pulls you close, rubbing your back, face, arms, "It's over, just look at me. Keep your eyes on me. You don't need to be afraid, I'm here. Breathe."

Hyuk was the shield between you and the world since you met. It was an instant connection that became something between a crush and an obsession. Hyuk adored you, he would do anything for you. He was fiercely protective of you, speaking for you when the words got stuck in your throat, loud and firm where you might be shy and intimidated. Cruel to anyone who tried to touch you — it had happened before and he knew it would happen again. You were too fragile for your own good.

So don't blame him for how he gags and loses his composure when you're sitting on your bed, already half naked and hard and about to actually have sex for the first time.

"Say that again?" He asks when he can finally speak again.

You look up at him from under your lashes, all flirtatious and blushing and licking your pretty lips before speaking again. Blatantly seducing him. "I-I want to t-top," you repeat.

What you said exactly was "can I be on top?" When Hyuk pushed you down on the bed and covered your body with his, hands on your hips and sliding into your pants to grab your ass. But he thought maybe he was hearing things. Did you want to top him? You? The person who didn't even have the courage to complain when their order was delivered wrong or asked for favors for fear of bothering someone? Who was always soft and submissive to him?

There wasn't a domineering bone in your body, much less a top one.

Maybe you were just saying that you wanted to get on top of him, ride him, but that wasn't what your tone said. And then, as if to leave no doubt, you repeated, more clearly: "I want to fuck you."

Hyuk feels his cheeks flush — he never blushed. You were so adorable, so beautiful. He always imagined sex with you, masturbated more than acceptable to comment on the image of being inside you — of pushing you into the mattress and stretching you on his cock and making you cry. He hated it when you cried, but these fantasies turned him on.

But now you were asking to be on top... he hadn't considered that as a possibility.

"Can I? I want to make you feel good." You wink at him, your hands moving up his thighs, caressing them and Hyuk feels his cock twitch in interest. It didn't matter the position, it was you. You did this to him. Only you.

You with your kindness and anxiety that made you almost socially awkward.

It's only when he's brought to his knees, ass shaking in the air and feeling hotter and more hyper-aware than ever before that Hyuk realizes that maybe, beneath all the sweetness, you were also a little bit manipulative. Because there was no way you wouldn't have used your bright eyes and low voice against him. You knew you were his weakness. His Achilles heel.

"Do we have to do it in this position?" He asks, fingers digging into the sheets, brow furrowed. He doesn't want to be a nag, but it doesn't feel right: being under you, being on his hands and knees for you.

"I think this might be more comfortable, but we can change it if you want."

Sweet thing you were. Hyuk pushes his face into your pillow and angles his hips according to your grip on them. "No, that's fine." If you thought it was better that way then so be it. He could deal with the embarrassment of feeling your eyes on his bare ass later.

Somewhere between you pouring lube between his cheeks and he losing his breath when the first finger sinks into his untouched interior, Hyuk realizes that he wanted to be good for you. He's out of breath in a way he never has before, sweat is already running down his back. You've barely started and he already wants to beg.

Hyuk keeps his hips high, letting out small sighs and contained moans that barely make sound when one finger turns into three and he feels the stretch in his spine. You talk him through it. "Breathe for me, Hyuk. Can you tell me if you're okay? We can stop if not. Your ass feel so tight, does it hurt? I'm putting one more in, relax, you take it so well, you looks beautiful from here."

"You're beautiful," he murmurs weakly, already losing his control. You were the beautiful one here.

As your fingers curl, hitting a spot inside him that makes him see stars, Hyuk stutters, cock hanging between his legs dripping pre-cum jumps, your voice above him calling him a "good boy", he realizes that yes, that was it. Whether he was on top or bottom, giving or receiving, he just wanted to be good. Wanted to keep you safe and well, wanted to give you pleasure, wanted to be your good boy, give you everything.

"Ugh, baby, fuck," he stutters, one hand shooting back to dig into your thigh when your fingers are gone and he’s left so empty it hurts. "P-please…"

"Are we begging now?" There's amusement in your tone, but you're not cruel, you don't mock him. Instead, Hyuk feels the pressure in his wet hole finding you lining up the tip of your cock. That alone stretches him, makes him feel it in every nerve in his body. And Hyuk realizes, not for the first time, how big you were.

Just like his jaw always ended up hurting when he gave you a blowjob, he is now hyperaware of your size, of every thick inch pushing in and in. Sinking, stretching, claiming him as yours in a way no one ever has and never would after you.

"Pretty boy, opening up for my cock, taking me like you were made for this — made for me."

And Hyuk is nodding, maybe talking, maybe just thinking about it because it's hard to get his tongue to move around in his mouth when all his brain is thinking about is how he would look stretched out and gaping open after. His virgin hole would never be the same again. He hoped not.

"You're drooling, does that feel good? I knew you'd like it," you trail off, your voice leaving him drunk, breathless and like a siren singing over him. Your hips pull back, cock sliding out and then, before Hyuk can remember how to breathe, you’re thrusting back inside. Cock plunging inside him, through the grip of his walls, balls slapping against the back of his sweaty thighs.

If he had known it would feel this good, he would have asked you to fuck him sooner. He would have masturbated to it instead of the fantasy of being inside you.

Hyuk forgets how to think, how to breathe, how to speak. He can only make sounds, his voice barely working, low and breaking with every moan and whimper. He wanted to beg, but he couldn't. His hole felt so good, everything about him felt good. His cock is hot and throbbing, bobbing in the air and it takes Hyuk a moment to realize that at some point he came, but he's still painfully hard.

You fuck him like a fucking pro and the jealous part of him wonders if there was anyone before him.

Each thrust perfectly deep and aimed at his prostate to make him bite the pillow and drool on it and push his ass back against you. You bite his back and neck, kiss him and leave hickeys, mark him as yours. Hyuk wants you to kiss him, but the height difference makes it a little difficult, yet he finds himself craning his neck back, sticking his tongue out. Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me. Please.

You somehow manage, lick his tongue, his disgusting saliva and murmur against his mouth as you kiss him. You look like a cherub in the light, sweaty and panting over Hyuk. "I didn't even need to touch you for you to cum, do you like it that much? Do you like how my cock fills you up? Your ass is squeezing me so hard, begging me to fill you up. Isn't that right? Don't you want your insides filled with cum so badly?"

Hyuk. Hyuk. Hyuk. You sing, while he himself has his vocabulary reduced to your name: [name], [name], [name], baby, please, [name]...

His delicate angel, with a huge, perfect cock and loving eyes, who ravaged him as if it were instinctive.

Hyuk surrenders to you. For the first time, he lets you take control and be the one to care, instead of being cared for. He tightens around you, skin tingling at your touch, the weight of your fingers on his hips, pulling him back with each thrust, abusing his prostate without mercy. Hyuk didn't want you to be merciful and you sure aren't.

The second orgasm hits him like a tsunami, Hyuk is practically bending away from your cock pushing it deeper inside him. Escaping the overstimulation. It’s too much. Hyuk would give you anything you wanted. Please don't stop. You follow him down, panting in his ear, fingers finding one of his nipples.

He'll feel this for days, he won't be able to sit down without remembering the phantom sensation of being filled by you, of what it's like to be filled with cum until it spills out. At some point, while he's delirious with pleasure, darkness comes without warning, soft as a lover, making him limp on the sheets and in your arms. But you don't have to stop there, make his body remember your touch even in the dark, mark him from the inside out. Show him what a little devil you can be under his angel.

[rasberry-jupiter]

vampire hunting gone wrong!

chat pls dont clown me for this its been a WHILE since i made something lol. (rose variety 'black baccara' incase anyone is interested!)

TOP MALE READER// YAN VAMP SYLUS N CALEB, MDNI

it was supposed to be like any other trip, so where exactly did it go wrong?

wet, sloppy kisses pressed up your littered neck making a shiver go down your spine. you could feel their cold hands roam your body, playing with your painfully hot skin. you lost count of how many times they've milked you dry, yet they never took off your blindfold.

the last thing you remember are those two sets of piercing eyes staring at you, before everything went dark. those two were the same vampires that you were paid handsomely to kill-- a frankly inhumaine amount too. you had only briefly glanced at the paper, the red names of caleb and sylus sticking out.

and when you woke up in a lavish mattress, without your heavy robes or blades, it only made you panic. yet what more could you do other then thrash around, with no vision and no hands available? the only solace you had was that it would all be over, a paralyzing fear in your stomach.

they would soon drain you of your blood, leaving you a dried, broken husk-- and another victim to those two infamous vampires. no one would ever see you again, and that would be that. or at least it was in your head-- or whatever it was because they sure as hell were taking their sweet time killing you. you don't know how long you've been here for-- the panic and pleasure melding together the minutes and hours. they'd take breaks, feed on you and give you food and water, and occasionally slip something into your mouth.

the nameless man on your right was much nicer then the one on your left, whispering sweet nothings in your ear and only kissing your flesh with hunger. the one on your left was more greedy, enjoying the way you react with his teasing. he'd scrape his nails all over your chest, sticking his face into your bruised neck, fangs threatening you until your breath would hitch or you'd flinch.

even worse-- the man on your left was hungry for something other then your blood. his hands would play with your cum that laid on your stomach, or he would lay his cold hand next to your spent cock, hand threatening to grab your overstimulated cock.

yet the man on your left was equally as selfish, if not more. and when he left your side, you knew what was coming.

"that should be enough time for another round, right handsome?" his cold hands grabbed your sweaty cock, giving it a few rough strokes. "that pill did wonders to you~ it was well worth its money." he paused for a second, straddling your hips. "it's nice to see you struggle less.. you really are perfect for us! nice and large.. lots of blood.." his hand slapped your hard cock, feeling the weight of it in his hand, "and well endowed, hell if i'm not careful i'd become addicted to it!" he laughed to himself.

you were too tired to respond, sweat seeping into the blindfold while the weight of the bed shifted, the blunt tip of your cock making contact with his loosened hole. the mystery man hitched his breath, feeling your cock fit inside of him, your cum the only lube he has. the man on your left quietly bit onto your chest, licking the bite mark clean, before peeling off your blindfold.

the light in the room blinded you momentarily before the worlds colour came into view. infront of you was a very lavishly decorated room, and a very disturbing posterboard on the wall.

it was you, from photos of you showering, to your bloodtype, to you while hunting, to you on a date. they were all connected with red string. your name was written in bright red as you took it all in.

"d-don't focus on that, focus on me..!" the man you assumed was caleb breathless moaned on your cock, reaching over to grip your jaw tightly. "you're so big, n warm.. fuck..! never wanna get off of you." you watched the strength in his thighs as he fucked himself on your cock. wet, gushy noises came from his ass every time his ass made contact with your pelvis. his cock bobbed up and down, slapping against your cum stained abs, splattering cum on your body.

you almost forgot about the other man until you heard a deep, very annoyed growl came your way, and another hand pushed your face so that you could look at him.

white hair, red eyes and a very possessive stare is what stood out to you. "blushing already? must mean we are doing a good job. we've wanted you since the day we saw you." he leaned forward, claiming your lips while caleb rode you. both their hands roamed your body, scraping their sharp nails into your body like it was a canvas and blood was their medium of choice.

you hate to admit it, but these men were hot. like hot enough that even your overstimulated body could get extra hard seeing caleb ride you like his life depended on it.

sylus bit your bottom lip, your teeth clashing against eachother. his fangs scraped against your mouth while you tried to push your tongue into his mouth, kissing him deeper. he pulled away, wiping his mouth. "not bad human.. you know how to kiss.." your voice felt like it was on fire, but you couldn't help and try to kiss him again.

caleb wrapped his legs around your waist. "quit hogging him sylus, you'll get your turn next anyways." he tried to sound strict, but with your cock hitting all the right spots he let out a few gasps in between. he rolled his hips around your dick, before pulling out until just the tip was in his ass, and slowly rolling over again. "does that feel good [name]? s'feels reaaal good f'me~ learned how to do it so i could please you.. prevent you from running to other humans when you belong to us~~" sylus attacked your neck, feeling your breath hitch in your chest shuttering while your body tensed up. calebs hands clamped onto your v-line, holding them down with inhuman strength. "gonna cum soon.. cum with me.. c'mon [name].. cum for me..!" he let out short gasps, his riding becoming erotic and frantic, the riding becoming shallow and fast while caleb hit that spot inside of him with your dick.

yet his thighs were getting tired, and he finally lost control for a second, losing balance and fully sinking down on your cock before he came, the feeling of your full dick all the way inside of him making his eyes roll back. you came at the same time too, filling him up again for the umpteenth time. his cum shot on your chest and he sat there, nice and full to catch his breath.

then he shakily pulled out, cum dripping from his hole as sylus switched places, muttering something about how he lost his patience. caleb came to your side and poked your cheek, kissing you on the neck. "you're just as addictive as your blood, i can't wait to devour you with him.. you're ours now, right [name]?" he chuckled to himself, letting out a content sigh at your exhausted nod. "good boy, wouldn't have much of an option. we'd do anything to keep you with us." the golden handcuffs that sat on your wrist gave you a pretty reminder of your future.

_______

rbs, comments and asks are appreciated!!!

[rasberry-jupiter]

sub!wooin x top!sabbath or hummingbird!male reader x sub!joker,, fucking after a race still sweaty in the league of streets locker rooms..

𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗟 𝗜𝗦 𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗗

pairing. wooin yoo x reader

warnings. amab!reader, sabbath!reader, semi-public, dry humping, bottom! wooin, anal fingering, no lube, wooin is loud and shameless

a/n. I definitely don't feel anything normal about Wooin. I'll edit this after a few hours of sleep 😴

"Yes, yes, yes." Wooin's plea, loud and desperate, echoes off the walls. He was always shameless about everything, especially his pleasure, which made him brazen and your biggest enemy when you tried not to get caught rubbing up against him in the locker room.

His breath fanned your hair, hot and short, his neck a pale, tempting curve tilted toward you. So shallow amidst the loud moans, in a way he never sounded even after the longest ride. But all it took was your hands on him and your firm body pressing against his to knock the air from his lungs.

His hands grip your back, fingers digging into your jacket, trying to pull you impossibly closer, his own already disheveled and falling around his arms.

"Quiet," you silence him, mouth against the salty skin of his neck, licking away the beads of sweat. " You need to shut up, we don't want company, yeah?"

Proud as he is, he does not easily tolerate reprimand, arguing, "I don't know why I should shut my mouth when you love my voice." You reward him with a sharp bite and he crumbles like sugar in your hands.

He melts against you with a needy hiss, head falling back against the lockers. He’s too loud for hidden sex. Murmuring, talking, urging you to hold him tighter, to slam your hips against his harder, wanting to feel it through the euphoria that pulsed through his veins. His dick was hard before you even touched him and now that he had you, Wooin refused to resort to a quick jack off.

Cycling didn't do to you what it did to Wooin, but *he* did it for you.

He had that look on his face since you guys walked into the locker room. Each member of Sabbath had their own pace for packing up their things, and Wooing's impatience was growing by the minute, you could feel it seeping out of him. More than a shower, clean clothes or rest, he needed you. He needed to be fucked.

And that was why, despite the fact that you could still hear lockers slamming in the distance a few hallways away, you followed the insistent tug on your wrist and when you saw it, you was already entwined against Wooin, forcing him against the metal wall and fitting your hips together.

He was so hard against you that it couldn’t help but hurt, erection straining against the front of his pants, meeting your movements halfway with eagerness. Pounding into you like a needy slut. It's filthy, urgent and desperate. Adrenaline pumps, propelling your bodies like gasoline, sweat prickling your skins, heat building up.

"I need you to put your hand down my pants," Wooin says, breathless, voice loud. In the distance someone laughs. You don't care enough to try to figure out the owner of the voice. "I need... I need your hands on me or I'm going to go crazy." There was no way whoever was still behind wouldn't hear him now. You two never tried to hide your relationship, it was hard when Wooin was always immediately on top of you after the end of each race. But you weren't looking forward to being caught having sex there either.

"Be good to me and I'll give you whatever you want. Just be quiet."

Wooin shakes his head, black strands falling before his eyes, piercings glinting in the light and you lean in to kiss him at the same time your hand slides inside his pants, following the warm, sticky skin of the curve of his spine until you reached his soft ass.

The demand or begging that Wooin tries to say is muffled against your mouth. You silence him by shoving your tongue into his mouth, briefly squeezing one cheek and pulling it to the side so you could reach between them.

It's a tight space to work in, between the row of lockers and Wooin's body writhing impatiently. You wanted to turn him over, spank his ass, and leave him here, hard and unrelieved just to teach a lesson. Your cock pushing against your pants and against Wooin's groin but stopping you.

His fingers find the space between Wooin's ass cheeks, heat emanating from it and the eager hole twitching beneath his touch. Wooin bucks his hips back against your hand, trying to take you in. "Come on, come on, come on," he urges, slobbering against your mouth, forked tongue dancing against yours.

Your free hand comes down in a sharp slap on his ass, at the same time, you push a finger inside. The tight ring tightens, forcing you to use more force until you can break through the resistance. There is no lubrication whatsoever and the intrusion is dry, continuous and burning. The lack of lubricant on hand has never stopped you before and this time is no different. His insides grip you so tightly that it's hard to move.

Wooin hisses like a wounded animal, cursing as he pulls his mouth away from yours to catch his breath. His voice was mischievous, warm and muffled. "Just like that darling... uh, stick your fingers in me, stretch me out for your cock."

"You can't keep your mouth shut, hm? Always a noisy brat when I play with your ass." Your controlled tone almost disappears under his voice. "Go ahead then, speak loudly for me. Let everyone know that you're getting your hole fucked in the locker rooms, unable to wait until we get home."

And Wooin certainly isn't shy, nodding with a perverted glint in his eyes, hole clenching your finger, his dick burning where it pushed against your body, a visible wet mark growing on the front of his pants.

Without hesitation or waiting for Wooin's body to adjust to the stretch, your finger pulls out, only to slide a second finger in alongside the first. It's almost a punishment for how shameless he was, his body however accepts everything you give it — equally shameless. Wooin's body resists for a moment before slowly starting to open up, his rim stretching obscenely around the intrusion. His body was well trained, even without the necessary preparation. You wanted so much to see it, not just feel it, wanted to see his pretty hole swallowing your fingers hungrily.

His tense hole clenching and fluttering wildly, so empty and desperate to be stuffed full that makes you growl. Your two fingers thrust in and out, trying to keep a fast pace despite the tightness of Wooin's walls. He in turn rocked against your hand and against your body, eyes fixed on yours, drool running down his chin, cock twitching against your thigh.

Your hips roll against his insistently, just slamming back and forth against him, seeking release. The two of you held on to each other so tightly it hurt, bones clashing, limbs carelessly knocking against each other, hard cocks dragging together. Urgency in every movement.

Wooin wouldn't last much longer, you knew. It was the exposure of being in a public place, the humiliation, the discomfort of penetration, your fingers pushing dryly through his tight passage. You fucking little masochist.

"[name], [name], [name], h-harder," he hums, lips perfect and swollen from your kisses. The words just coming out of him. "W-wanna feel it... make it hurt, ple- ngh make me feel you inside me afterwards..."

His fingers dig into your jacket, your back, your hair. They pull, they hold, they demand. A low growl vibrates against your skin. Your knee slides higher between his thighs at the same time as his fingers separate inside him, forcing the stretch. The friction is certainly as uncomfortable for him as it is for you; the fabric of his pants scratching your sensitive cock, sweat building on your skin, the moisture and heat becoming uncomfortable and disgusting. The mess would be worse when you came.

That doesn’t make you stop though and when you comment in a low, breathless tone to Wooin, he gasps, clenching around your digits, stuttering in his appeals. He wants to cum for you desperately, no matter who can hear or see, he wants to make a mess in his pants. He makes no attempt to be silent and it drives you insane. Wooin doesn't care if you're caught humping in the locker room, trying to deal with the post-race adrenaline.

And fuck it, at this point neither do you.

Everyone already hated and feared the Sabbath Crew, what could be new? Let them. If your boyfriend wanted to fuck in the locker room then he would have it. You would give him all of that.

[rasberry-jupiter]

Symbiotic Bonding

Bottom!FTM Peter Parker x Top!Masc Reader

🕸️ Word Count: 1,477 🕸️

AFAB Language Used | [Series]

CW: Non-Con, Yandere Peter, Murder (Blood, Mentions of Corpses), Wombfucking, Creampie

Peter blinks a couple times, trying to wake up from what he thinks is a dream.

Blood is splattered all over the floor. Hundreds of glass shards reflect the bright moon outside. Did he kill someone?

Peter whips his head around. His heart drops. A corpse. With markings around their throat. He looks at his hands, it's not his usual suit color. Black and white. He can clearly see the victim’s blood on this suit.

There won't be any evidence he was here. His suit…or whatever he's wearing, won't leave footprints. His mask is intact, no stray hairs to analyze.

He gulps. He needs to figure out what happened. Maybe he passed out while trying to defend them. Peter lets out a shaky breath before leaving.

Peter still can't wrap his head around what happened. He knows that the symbiote you were studying escaped and chose him as its host. You’ve been looking for it but he's scared to tell you. He also knows that the person he killed was someone who worked in your lab. What he can't understand is why. If it happened in the lab or the building itself, he could blame it on the misfortune of being at the wrong place at the wrong time. But it happened in their home. In a place Peter would never have a reason to enter. He didn't even know their name until a few days ago.

Then it clicks.

They touched you. He assumes the symbiote has some sort of connection to you. Is it capable of having complex thoughts and feelings? Or could it just see you as its caretaker?

Whatever it is, he needs to get rid of it.

“Peter, you’ve been zoning out lately. I know one of your friends went missing so if you need a break, I’ll make sure you get paid time off.”

“What?” He looks at you, bewildered.

“You didn't hear? Flash disappeared without a trace two days ago.”

What could Flash….

“Oh my God.” Peter covers his mouth. A while ago, Flash had a private interview with you. Long before the symbiote was even discovered. It knows his memories.

“You should go home.”

You're right. He needs to focus on getting rid of this thing.

“You're so soft, Peter.” You gently kiss him all over. “And you feel so good.”

Peter moans as you fill him up.

“I’m glad you killed my husband." Your cock pokes his cervix.

Peter wakes up gasping. Another corpse. The corpse of your husband. He didn't even know you were married. You must've kept your ring somewhere safe, that kind of jewelry isn't safe in a lab. But how did the symbiote find out?

His spider senses alert him of your presence. You're never going to forgive him. He tumbles to the ground. His body begins to move on its own, getting him out just before you open the door.

Peter doesn't stick around to watch.

In the morning, an email is sent to the team. Everyone's getting time off. The place can't really function without you and everyone knows it.

No matter how hard or what Peter tries, it won't leave his body. When he's out of the suit, it just…becomes part of his skin. It leaves…a tattoo. He doesn't like to look at it.

He has blood on his hands. He has to tell you. He knows he does.

“Peter…” You let him into your hotel room. There are bags under your eyes. It's his fault. He did this to you and he can't blame the symbiote. He should've told you. “How did you know I was staying here?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Peter frowns. “It’s my fault, Doctor.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The symbiote—” He drops to his knees. Strong feelings of arousal overtake him like waves in a storm. He finds himself grabbing your pants, part of the symbiote transfers itself to you. You start to feel what Peter feels too. You know what he wants. What he needs.

You get down and pin him to the floor. Your aggression causes his head to hit the ground too but he can't feel the impact. Your hands move on their own to remove both of your clothes. “Peter-”

He moans your name and spreads his legs, his pussy dripping slick onto the ground. You're both fully aware of what your bodies are doing and you can't stop it.

“What– what’s going on?” You sound exasperated as your body forces you to penetrate him. Peter can see your pain. He knows how much you hate this. There's nothing he could do to you that's worse than this. It hasn't even been a day since you found your husband's body.

“I’m sorry- I didn't—” He hisses in pain. You're just as big as you were in his dream. “I can't control it-”

As you reach deeper inside him, you start to lose your awareness. You groan with pleasure as your brain removes all memories of your husband and replaces them with ones of Peter. “God…Peter~”

Peter looks at you with confusion.

“You're so fucking sexy.” You slide your thumb around his womb tattoo.

“You- your- your husband-”

“You wanna be my husband, baby?” You smile.

If the symbiote can access memories, it's no surprise that it can alter them.

“I..”

“You're so cute.” You kiss his cheek. “I’ll buy you a ring tomorrow.”

Peter looks at you in fear. He can't get over his guilt. His mouth hangs open once you reach his cervix. He whimpers your name.

“Fuck….I could…” You bite down on your lip.

“Do it.” Peter's mouth moves on its own again.

You bury your face into his shoulder as you thrust inside him. You can hear his adorable voice even better now.

Peter's almost surprised it doesn't hurt. There's nothing normal or realistic about this, it seems reasonable…in this situation. He doesn't understand the symbiote’s obsession with you. Is it amplifying his desire for you or is it acting on its own? He can't tell.

You marvel at the feeling of penetrating his womb. Your horny sounds drown out the guilty and fearful thoughts in Peter’s brain.

It's not a sin to enjoy himself, it's not like he's the symbiote. Does he really have to resist the very thing he's been dreaming about for months? The thing that's drastically increased his masturbation frequency? Maybe the symbiote is just making him act on the desires he was too ashamed of. Maybe he is the bad guy, but…

You shakily moan Peter’s name as you start to fuck him. He can see your excitement painted all over you. If you're feeling good, then isn't that a greenlight? If you're acting like this just from your memory being altered, then technically, you are consenting. Technically.

Peter wraps his arms around you. “More– more~” He moans your name. “It feels so good!”

“I didn't think it'd be possible..” You sloppily thrust into him. “What if I….”

Peter already knows what you're thinking. “Yes~ inside– come inside~!” He already comes at just the thought.

“Peter~” You give his skin a gentle kiss before coming inside him. You pull your head back. “Can I…Can I keep going?”

Peter smirks. He can tell you're still hard. He wraps his legs around your body and sits on top of your lap. He's at the point where he can no longer tell whether it's him or the symbiote in charge. “I wonder how this’ll feel.” He holds onto your shoulders and starts to ride you. “Oh God..” His mouth hangs open. It's even more intense like this.

He picks up the pace, increasing the erotic sounds in the room. If it's not soundproof, you two are gonna have a few complaints. He leans in to kiss you, sealing your relationship with his tongue. He's fully embracing this even though he knows he shouldn't.

You deepen the kiss and grope his body. He moans into your mouth. The two of you come at the same time, cum dribbling out of his pussy.

Peter relaxes his body, his breaths in sync with yours. He soon falls asleep in your arms, finally catching up on all the hours he missed this month.

It's been a week and everything has been completely altered to benefit Peter. He has no idea how but the story of your dead husband was twisted into a false story. Now, reports say your friend who was staying over got caught in the crossfire between criminals. They got into your apartment and used your ‘friend’ as a hostage. Not a single person or website has any information about you ever being married. Although, that'll change once you two set the date.

He knows it's awful and completely contradictory to his beliefs, but he's glad it worked out. He loves you.

[rasberry-jupiter]

Phainon's Peculiar Trial

Bottom!FTM Phainon x Top!Monster!Masc Reader

❄️ Word Count: 1,048 ❄️

AFAB Language Used | [Series]

CW: Non-Con, Size Difference, Womb Fucking, Corruption, Creampie, Voyeurism, Daddy Kink

Phainon looks up, gasping for air as he recovers from an exhausting battle. All the enemies have been taken out and yet, he hasn't finished the trial. The empty city stricken with darkness causes him unease. “Show yourself already!” Phainon yells, still angry from the apparitions created to taunt him. He begins to stand but soon finds himself shackled to the ground. His eyes widen as you appear before him. You're the monster that's been appearing in his dreams. It's terrifying. You're not supposed to be here. This isn't the trial of the strife anymore. Was this even the trial in the first place?

“Phainon…” Your finger, or claw, finds itself underneath his chin.

“Who are you?”

“I’m the final challenge you must face.”

“No– you're…you're not part of the trial.” He furrows his eyebrows. “Who are you?!”

“Your last task is to withstand me. You must persevere and remain strong. If you don't, it's over.” You walk up behind him and alter his position, the chains connected to his ankles transfer over to his wrists. Phainon looks back at you, his hands behind his back. He doesn't know what you're going to do but his instincts are telling him it's not gonna be good.

You push his head against the ground and rip his pants off with your sharp claws. His heart drops.

“No!” He cries out, trying whatever he can to get away from you. He's too exhausted, he can't use any of his abilities and there's no way he can even scratch you in the position he's in. He hisses in pain as his movements cause you to unintentionally cut his soft skin. Blood drips down his ass as you reveal his pudgy cunt to the cool air. “Get away from me!”

“Keep fighting.” Your thick monster cock flops in between his ass. He twitches as it slides down to his pussy. “Don't give up.”

“hah-” He closes his eyes. His pussy starts to lube itself up as you rub your cock along its folds. He can feel all the monstrous features of your shaft. He can also feel the tip against his t-dick and his stomach. It gives him a rough idea of your length and it fills him with more fear. Every movement you make sends shivers down his spine. “This can't be happening..” He lets out a sharp breath.

“Be strong. Don't forget your purpose.” You pull back and slowly slip into the warm embrace of his pussy.

Phainon gasps. “You— you..” He shuts his eyes. Maybe this is part of the trial. It's unorthodox but if his goal is to withstand this, it doesn't seem too far off from what he's heard.

“You feel great.” You murmur, stretching him beyond his limits.

You're doing this for your own pleasure. Does that ruin your credibility or did you decide to do this after seeing him? Phainon shudders at the thought of you laying your eyes upon him and changing the trial so you could have him.

“You're doing so well, Phainon…” You move further inside him.

“Fuck!” His eyes widen as you bump into his cervix. “No way–” He starts to feel weaker as a sudden wave of arousal washes over him. He knows this feeling. Did you secretly give him an aphrodisiac? He…tried it once a long time ago.

“Get ready.” You warn him, slowly moving back before thrusting into him again like a slingshot. Phainon cries out in pleasure, rather than pain. There's no way it could feel good if not for some sort of drug.

“Did– did you drug me?” He manages to stay conscious enough to speak.

“Not exactly.” Your hand slides to his pelvis. Phainon moans at your touch. “I gave you something special. So you’d never forget me.”

“Wh-” He gets interrupted by the pressure of your fingers against his new gift. He holds his breath as he squirts on your cock, at the same time it enters his womb. Tears stream down his warm cheeks.

You fuck into him aggressively. “Take it like the strong Chrysos heir you are, baby.”

Phainon’s eyes roll to the back of his head, cute uncontrollable moans leaving his mouth. “no~” He can't resist this.

“Don't you want to be a demigod, sweetheart?”

He moans. “I– I do~” He's starting to lose himself.

“Then act like it.” You spank him and he comes again. “I don't mind keeping you instead though.”

Phainon’s dizzy with arousal. “No…I have to– oh fuck~” He feels part of his brain shut off.

“I thought you were stronger than this.” You muse. “I suppose even you can't fight against pleasure.”

“mmh–” He mewls. “I want it–”

You smirk. He's yours now.

“Phainon?” Mydei does a double take. You turn your head. The grey haired trailblazer is there too. “What…what the hell is this?”

You pull Phainon upwards, positioning him against your chest. You fully rip his shirt off to showcase his new erotic tattoo. The two stare at the Chrysos heir’s lower body. As well as the thick bulge in his stomach, which makes the both of them blush. “He forfeited the trial.” You make him bounce on your cock. “You should come back later Mydei, if you want to complete the trial in his place.”

He gulps, imagining you doing this to him as well. “No–” He steps back.

Phainon isn't paying any attention to the conversation and instead focuses on the fact that you removed the chains on his wrists. He quickly snakes his hand down to his dick, aggressively touching himself to speed up his next orgasm.

“Don't worry, Mydei. Your trial won't be with me.” You hold Phainon’s chin and bring him into a kiss. “I only want him.”

Mydei watches in disbelief and slight arousal.

“Are you two just going to stand here and watch?” You chuckle.

Phainon rests his head on your shoulder as he furiously rubs his cock. “I’m gonna—” He looks completely blissed out as he squirts. “Daddy~”

You let out an aroused groan. “‘M gonna fill you up in front of your friends, baby.”

“Mmhh-” He finally looks ahead of him. Even with his slightly blurred vision, he can tell they're both turned on. He smiles dumbly as you come inside him.

[rasberry-jupiter]

Acquiesce cont.

⚠18+ [Sexual] Themes, [Simon 'Ghost' Riley × Male Reader]

Minors, Ageless/Blank Blogs DNI

﹂Contains: a/b/o au, omega!Simon, alpha!male reader, fingering, protected sex, mating press, knotting, implied breeding/baby trapping(?), hinted fluff at the end

Before Simon knows it, he's on top of you. Hands touching you all over to feel your skin beneath his rough palms, calloused fingertips. Face nuzzling into your neck to get a whiff of the musky smell of pinewood and something uniquely you.

The intoxicatingly sweet aroma he gives off makes you dizzy. It's clear that he's going through heat. As much as you try to push him off, it's a losing battle. He whines and whimpers, uncharacteristically so, when you do.

Quick to straddle your hips and locking his arms around your neck. "I want this...please." Simon's admittance doesn't fall on deaf ears. You look at him tentatively as if asking if he's absolutely sure that this is what he wants.

All he does in response is nod curtly— nipping at your bottom lip, silently pleading for a kiss from you. To let your hands roam and make him feel something other the overwhelming heat plaguing his body.

With deft fingers you work him open with some lube you had stashed away. Mewls and low moans resound from him as he practically rides your fingers, taking them as deep as possible.

Every part of him exudes desperation, a need to be taken care of and pampered like he rightfully should. His face stays in place against the curve of your neck, the smell of you alone is enough to get him on edge but he resists. He wants this to be memorable, he's not here for a quick fix.

He quickly grows impatient when your fingers aren't nearly enough for him. "'nough of that," he mutters before lifting himself off your fingers, leaving him achingly empty.

Simon lays back and spread his legs apart, the lustful glint in his eyes almost challenging you to make him wait longer. But he wouldn't have any of that, instead he uses his fingers to spread open his wet heat. His slick, dripping entrance making a mess on the sheets below— a sinful sight to say the least.

You needn't an invitation or any further prompting from him, aligning yourself after rolling on a rubber, teasing the tip against the puffy entrance. He almost snaps at you hurry but it's quickly snuffed out by a drawn out moan, the flared head breaching just right —rubbing in all the right places as you slowly push inch by delicious inch.

It was only a matter of time for him to get adjusted —to signal you to start moving. With a slight shift of his hips to test the waters, the initial stretch gave into pulses of pleasure. Making him pant and writhe in a desperate bid for friction.

Before he knew it, his knees were held up to his shoulders— body folded and pressed down against the creaking mattress. He can feel every ridge and throb of your cock buried within his clutching heat.

The swell of your knot catching onto the rim just right with each roll of your hips. At this rate you could potentially knock him up, if you hadn't put on the condom.

The thought alone has Simon mewling out louder, grunts dissipating into wails and choked sobs. He's so sensitive and full to the brim, a mess of a man he is.

Steady tears prick at the corners of his eyes, rolling down the sides of his face like the drool from his mouth. This feels so much better than he had imagined.

He wouldn't be against the idea of bearing your pups, starting a family with you later on after retirement. With a house in the countryside where the air is clean and fresh, a white picket fence with a dog or two. Now that sounds like a dream.

Tocka-irbis © 2025 —Please -do not steal, translate, modify, repost on other platforms.

[rasberry-jupiter]

━ mine ,, eleceed

requested by: – pairing(s): kayden break x male reader word count: 484 warnings: cursing, pet names (kitty), choking, dubious consent (implied), hate sex (implied), mindbreak (implied), marathon sex (implied) a/n: believe it or not, im still alive and like a false prophet, i am not sorry for not sticking to my promises on staying around here

ngl, i dont know how to write anymore but eh, heres a short drabble i wrote months back for a special someone <333

anyways, for a bitch who has a manhwa for a theme, you would think i would write for more manhwas lol

A harsh gasp left Kayden's lips as his body collapsed onto the covers of the bed, tears in his eyes as he clutched onto the white sheets like his life depended on it. And with what was happening right now, Kayden no doubt thought that so too. Kayden's eyes widened when he felt hands held onto his hips and harshly pulled him back, eliciting an uncharacteristic squeak from him.

"Where do you think you're going, kitty?" Kayden couldn't stop his body from shuddering as he felt you loomed behind, pressing closer to him so that he could feel your nude body against him. "We aren't done yet."

"Monster..." Kayden groaned as he felt your cock slide easily against his wet, gaping hole as cum and lube dripped from his ass to his thighs and then onto the bed. Kayden closed his eyes as he tried to steady his breathing, trying to adjust back to the feeling of being filled up by your cock again. Fuck, he felt so full— why did you have to be so well endowed?!? Kayden could barely manage to adjust to it earlier, and even when his hole was loose from your pounding, it still stretched him. It was painful... it was fucking addicting.

Kayden hates it. He hated you so fucking much.

"F-fuck!" Kayden gasped as he snapped his eyes open. "Sl... slow down, y-you asshole!" Kayden squealed as you wasted no time pounding onto him, giving him no time to adjust long as you harshly thrust in and out of him. A deep chuckle left your lips as you bit into Kayden's shoulder, making sure to bite down hard to bruise. Kayden let out a yelp from that.

"Asshole!"

It was hard to breathe. Kayden was having difficulty breathing as he felt his head spin. His entire body was tired, so, so tired. But it wasn't over yet. Not when your big hand wrapped oh so tightly on his throat, practically choking him out, holding on to him so possessively that it hurts. Not when he felt like the air was punch out of his lungs each time you harshly thrust your cock deep in him, like you had a fucking mission to kill him through this. And with how you were, Kayden wouldn't fucking put it pass you to do so. You were a fucking freak like that in Kayden's eyes. And your next words really doesn't change that thought from Kayden's mind.

"Mine." Was what you only said through this. Saying it like it was a fact as you lap your tongue onto the bruises and marks you made on Kayden's neck, the metallic taste of Kayden's blood made you smile. Kayden was yours like you had said. Yours. Your prey. And no one can change that in your eyes, not when you have the Kayden Break at the mercy of your finger tips.

[rasberry-jupiter]

Detectives Attraction Ch. 05 Top Male Reader x Male Yandere Harem

Didn't think I would manage to finish a chapter today but here we are with a bit more smut and a weirdo added into the bunch and maybe a horny Elias? I think I forgot to mention MDNI in the last one or two chapters- we all know how it goes when the warning shows anything that's dd:dne or in general maye nsft/nsfw content. It's just not my fault who engages with it- Content Warning: Smut, Recording Sex with consent, non-con voyeurism 1.4k words

Shameless loud moans spilled from the swollen lips of Adrian– his back arching from the bed as M/n’s cock thrusted fast and roughly into his hole. M/n’s lips were wrapped around the lawyer’s right nipple, suckling on it while his hands grabbed tightly onto the pale bruising skin. 

Adrian loved every second of it, his dick twitched pathetically against his abdomen smearing precum all over while he kept pulling the other closer with his arms that were looped around M/n’s shoulder. 

M/n pulled his lips from the perky buds, before slowing his thrusts, “Did you ever ride a dick?” the question rang out, making Adrian look at the other with lust clouded green eyes, before he shook his head. M/n quickly pulled Adrian closer, before he turned to sit on the edge of the bed, while he pulled the lawyer with him to sit on his lap.

“Fuck–” a moan rippled from him, while his blunt nails left crescent moons in their wake, on M/n’s shoulders, while he left the length sitting snug inside his hole– the bulbous tip pressing steadily against his prostate, making the lawyer whine in pleasure, his useless dick twitching. As green eyes met e/c ones, the lawyer couldn’t help but pull the other into a hungry and passionate kiss, “I’m so glad you’re okay,” Adrian mumbled against M/n’s lips, who in return only chuckled, “Is it because I fuck you so well– that you’re happy that I’m not dead so you don’t have to go on a search for another dick to pleasure you so well?” the detective mused, as his large hands wandered over Adrian’s warm and thick thighs, further to the two plump ass cheeks which he grabbed tightly.

A pout formed on the lawyer’s lips, “you think so bad of me– is that what I’m to you? Someone who’s only after your dick?” Adrian asked with a frown, “Your dick and the sex with you is a bonus– but you, as a person, are intriguing,” he said as he looked into the e/c eyes.

There was a moment of silence between them, before Adrian slowly lifted his hips and dropped them again– enlightening pleasurable sounds from both of them, “Is that how you do it?” Adrian asked, as he looked up at M/n through his eyelashes. After M/n only grunted in agreement, nothing seemed to stop the other then to ride the detective’s dick until his legs were trembling and the other started to thrust up, while his hands continued to guide Adrian’s hips until an especially loud moan rippled from the lawyer’s lips, his pretty glossy green eyes rolling back as ropes of cum spurted from his cock and his hole clenched around M/n’s dick, making said man groan and cum as spurts of warm cum flooded Adrian’s hole again.

M/n grunted as he placed kisses on Adrian’s jaw– while occasionally leaving blossoming bite marks on the other’s jaw, neck and collarbone, “Are you satisfied with your little video now?” M/n mumbled, as he glanced at the phone camera that was showing them from a point slightly behind them, while the recording was horizontal. A whine left Adrian as he shook his head, “One more– please M/n…” 

The entire thing started after Adrian had knocked on M/n’s door, only to push the other inside and against the door, after it was opened. Adrian had wasted no time to get the detective's cock out of the man’s pants only to quickly latch his mouth onto the warm length– this was the first time Adrian had sucked M/n’s cock– any cock to begin with. 

Now with the cum filled hole clenching around his dick, as if wanting to milk him of all his cum’s worth– how could M/n possibly say no? As they began their fourth round, they were unaware of something.

In an apartment– blocks away from M/n’s home in a barely lit room– sounds of huffs and puffs reverberated in the space of a bedroom. Lewd moans and drool slipped from slightly bruised lips, golden brown eyes stared at the screen that showed the two men in a doggy style– moans and grunts sounded from the speakers, while a squeaking sound of a chair and wet squelching sounded as a young man rode the large toy with eagerness, his eyes trained on the scene that was displayed on his large screen from the camera that was pointed directly at the bed.

“God– harder,” a whimpered moan left the man as he watched the quick and harsh thrusts of M/n, that he tried to recreate with his own hips alone, while his one hand fisted his weeping cock tightly, “Fuck me harder– ahh!” the man gasped as the toy pressed against the bundle of nerves. Black strands hung loosely down his forehead– while the sweat, from the pleasure he started to give himself as the two others started theirs, made the few strands cling to his skin. 

The male didn’t know when it stopped–maybe after the loud moan spilled from the lawyers and his lips, but his eyes went large in hunger and need as the man he spied on for quite some time, walked over to the camera with his dick swinging in the perfect view, before the phone was lifted and tossed onto a chair. 

Biting his slightly bloody lip– the male heaved mouths of deep breaths as his spent cock– still tight in his grasp soiled his desk, while his hole had clenched tightly around the large dildo that abused his soft spot with his wildly rutting and riding. With the free hand, he reached out towards the screen in which soft voices filled the background and the sound of sheets rustling, “We’ll meet soon– I promise~” the male mumbled into the empty room.

M/n and Adrian stood underneath the hot shower, their lips locked together in a heated making out, while the lawyer was pressed against the cool tiles, sending shivers down his spine, “I have to leave soon– for the case,” M/n mumbled against Adrian’s lips, “And because someone broke in– yet again I can’t let you stay while I’m gone,” he quickly added as he saw the look on lawyers face.

A sigh left M/n as he saw the frown on the other’s face, “I’ll call you, okay?” he asked with a tilt of his head, as he pulled the other closer against him. A defeated sigh left the chestnut haired male as he only nodded. 

It didn’t take long for both of them to get out and get dressed again, grabbing everything they needed before they walked out of M/n’s apartment– yet again, this time it was day time outside. As they stepped out, M/n was surprised to see  Elias leaning against his car, with his arms crossed over his chest. The focus of the other detective quickly landed on the two, M/n and Adrian quickly said their goodbyes, while Adrian couldn’t help but steal a kiss.

The lawyer glanced with a raised eyebrow at Elias, scanning the other’s entire form before letting out an inaudible scoff before he walked over to his own car and got in. M/n stalked over to his car, key in his hand before he rounded the car and got into the driver’s seat, making the gaze that burned into him disappear only for a few seconds, before Elias got in his car. “Really? Him out of all people you could date? I didn’t even know you were dating–” Elias fired his questions out, making M/n regret not stepping back into the apartment block.

“I’m not dating him– doesn’t mean the sex isn’t good,” M/n only said, as he started his car. Elias looked at him with a raised eyebrow, before his honey brown eyes glanced at M/n’s crotch, before analyzing the male’s side profile again, “Didn’t think you’re one to have a sex buddy– and be the one to be topping… you must be really good in bed then,” Elias continued to speak, as he remembered how Adrian barely tried to hide his limp– as if he liked to show off that M/n was the one who ruined him, making him limp after rounds of pleasure. M/n only let out a scoff, “Stop staring at my crotch– before I think you want to be the next to suck on it,” M/n let out a dry chuckle, “Who said I didn’t?” “Elias…” the taller man sighed out, “What as if you and him are exclusive– I mean what label do you two even have–” “Let’s– focus on the case alright?” M/n didn’t continue feeding into his partner’s questions, he simply kept driving to their next destination.

[rasberry-jupiter]

Detectives Attraction Ch. 04 Top Male Reader x Male Yandere Harem

Soo some tension between my stinky winky lawyer and M/n. Might dive back into some spicy sauce again, but can't all be just sex am I right- Didn't think I would drop a chapter today but here we are I'm still thriving y'all

content warning: Dead Body, Gore (maybe some of y'all know the reference of what happened), just tension with Adrian. 2k words

M/n walked to the front door as the doorbell rang, when he pulled the door open he was rather surprised to see none other than Adrian Sinclair standing in the doorway. A neat and expensive looking burgundy button up that seemed to be tailored as it hugged the man’s hips just right while three buttons were open, giving M/n a good look at the fair skin and chest. The top was accompanied with a pair of sleek well-fitting dress pants and black patent shoes, while his chestnut brown hair was styled. 

“With what do I owe the– pleasure that the oh so busy Adrian Sinclair steps foot into the lower class– ringing at my door?” M/n asked, as the other took two steps closer, looping his arms around the taller male’s shoulder, “Well you know– I already got your number so it wasn’t as hard to get your address– kinda,” Adrian mused, his green eyes looking up at the others E/c ones. “Also I knew you would decline and shut me off until I was needed again– if I asked you to go to a new restaurant that opened,” he quickly added, a s M/n frowned confusedly at him.

Letting out a sigh, M/n knew he might regret it later but the stress of the new case he knew a bit of a distraction might help– also as if Adrian wasn’t craving it as well by the way he pressed his body against yours it was pretty obvious. M/n wrapped his arms around the waist of the other, before he pulled the other in with a twist– swiftly kicking the door close as their lips crashed onto each other.

Soft moans left Adrian as he felt M/n’s lips on his.

The kiss was purely led by hunger for each other, with a passionate edge. M/n pressed the other against the kitchen counter of his open kitchen, caging the man between the counter and his body. His hands were on Adrian, one holding the other’s nape to keep the lawyer from pulling back, while the other was on Adrian’s waist grinding their lowerhalfs against each other. M/n webbed his fingers into the brown strands, as he pulled Adrian’s head slightly back making said man let out a moan in delight, before M/n pulled his lips completely off of the lawyer’s. 

“Would you like something to drink?” he breathed out, as he tightened his grip on the hair of the other– as green eyes hungrily eyed his lips. M/n chuckled as he noticed the dazed look, a small breathy moan left Adrian as M/n grabbed a handful of his plump ass, making green eyes shoot up. “What about your cum–” “Yeah no– you’ve never even sucked me off,” M/n chuckled as he pulled back and walked into the kitchen, grabbing two wine glasses, “Then it seems to be time we change that,” Adrian voiced out as his eyes scanned over the others body, before he bit into his plump and slightly more reddish lips. 

“How about some wine? Obviously I don’t spend a fortune on a singular bottle, so you’ll simply have to accept cheaper wine,” M/n said as he grabbed a bottle of red wine from a lower cabinet in which he stored most of his unopened alcoholic beverages and two glasses.

Slow steps approached the taller male, as he filled the glasses one fourth of the glass as a hand was placed on his shoulder, while the other hand of Adrian grabbed onto the stem of the glass, before picking it up and taking a sip from the wine. M/n only chuckled as he glanced at the other, before also taking a sip and placing the glass back down.

Just as M/n was about to speak a sudden break of glass made his body go rigid in alarm, a curse slipped through his lips as he quickly grabbed onto his gun that he carried with him as he looked at Adrian, “Stay behind,” he ordered the other in a hushed tone, as he walked towards his study with his gun tight in his grabs. Adrian on the other hand couldn’t help but follow as he swallowed hard, his hands turning slightly sweaty. 

M/n kicked the door that was almost completely closed, open with a harsh kick. His gun was raised, while a masked head popped up, probably rather in surprise before the figure made a dash to the broken window. The detective crossed the room, just in time to grab onto the person's leg, but as something glinted in the light of the silver moon, M/n only had enough time to realize that it was a weapon, as he let go of the person’s leg making them fall, just as a gun went off.

The detective ducked quickly, he only heard a dull impact and a groan, before he decided to look out of the window again, further down in which actually three figures were. One had a gun which had gone off, while another picked up the fallen knife, the focus of the three went back to him and his apartment. The gun was lifted again, as another shot rang through the night, missing miserably into the wall a second time, as they started to run off.

M/n scoffed, “Can’t even shoot a gun right,” the man lifted his own gun, focusing on and aiming at the running figure at the back, before he pulled the trigger once– a hit in the shoulder making his target stumble; twice– a hit into the right calf, enlightening a scream from the person– a man. His colleagues skittered to stops, before aiding him into the alleyway. 

A chuckle left M/n as he turned away from the window, his eyes landing on Adrian who surprisingly looked concerned, “Are you okay? Did you kill one?” the lawyer asked, M/n saw that the man looked genuinely concerned for him, making him sigh, “Yes I’m fine– but looks like I’m going on a hunt,” M/n said as he stalked out of his study– that was once again a mess from someone searching around. 

“Hunt? M/n what do you mean? You’ll follow some stranger that shot at you– twice?! What if they don’t miss this time?!” Adrian’s voice was filled with disbelief and concern, as he grabbed onto the detective’s arm, as M/n was about to walk past him. Said man chuckled, “They have such a terrible aim, they wouldn’t even hit our president– and that douche is the size of you and me combined,” M/n snorted, before he turned serious again, “Adrian– I would advise you to go home– this is the second time someone broke in, and while I know I shouldn’t really care for your corrupted ass– I don’t want you to land in the crosshair of a gun,” e/c eyes looked at the green ones of the lawyer who swallowed at his words, before giving a reluctant nod, “Please call me– when you’re save at home again,” Adrian said as he followed M/n to the front door, before they both stepped out.

After the detective waved the man in the car, he started to stalk across the street to where he hit his target first. Blood was on the ground, M/n checked if he had enough ammunition, before he followed the trail that led into the darkness of the alleyways that twisted and turned around Noxhaven. It didn’t take long until M/n heard a pained groaning in the darkness, which made him quickly shut his flashlight off.

He shifted his weight, before he approached swiftly and quietly. In the silver light of the moon, was a man that sat on the ground between piles of garbage bags. What caught M/n’s attention was the blood that smeared the man’s right leg, and the knife that laid just right beside it. One thing that M/n realized was that the other two seemed to have left him here and fled on their own, which enlightened a cold amused snort from the detective, which made the injured man jump and snap his attention and gaze over to him. 

“Look what we got here– didn’t think you would make it so easy for me to find you after you and your buddies little stunt,” M/n grunted as he slowly stepped closer, making the other grab his knife, which in return made the detective lift his gun, “I wouldn’t try anything– if I was you.” The sight of the gun made the man shrink into himself– dropping the knife. 

The detective took a few more steps until he stood in front of the injured man, “Tell me who sent you– and I might call you an ambulance. But if you don't do well– bleeding out is rather a shitty way to die, no?” M/n chuckled, as he squatted down in front of the man, with a safe distance. M/n tilted his head as he waited, but the man across from him only seemed to tremble with a look on his face that basically spit into M/n’s face, ‘I won’t snitch’ which made the detective scoff.

“I’m loyal– I’m not a snitch, even so the Serpents–” the man’s dark eyes widened as he physically bit his tongue. M/n raised an eyebrow, “The Serpents huh?” a dry laugh left him, “You really seem loyal– but could it be that your IQ dropped when you fell from my window?” a snicker left the detective, as he saw the angry look that morphed on the others face, “You–” the man was interrupted as a low beeping sounded in the almost silent alley.

Eyes wide in horror and panic settled on M/n who in return seemed to remember what that sound was, as the beeping got faster. With a sigh did the man stand up, “You’re really useless for me,” were the only sounds M/n said as he closed his eyes. The sound of a body part being ripped apart with a small accompanied explosive bang, and the amount of hot blood splattering on his face, made the blood in M/n’s body boil. 

Another lead that ended almost in a complete deadend.

E/c eyes opened to take in the scene, empty eyes stared ahead, as half the man’s throat was blown away and the brick wall behind him had a large amount of blood splattered on it. The ground around the detective was not spared, just like his clothes.

Slowly grabbing his phone, M/n dialed a number. 

After a few rings the call was picked up, “M/n? Do you know how late it is–” “Elias– we have a new body,” M/n’s voice was monotone as he spoke, there was a heartbeat of silence, before the person on the other end seemed to spring out of bed, “I’ll be there in ten– give me your location I’ll call reinforcement,” with that the call was ended and M/n simply stood there not stepping from his place.

“This situation really needs a smoke break–” M/n sighed as he pulled his cigarettes and lighter out, soon smoke swirled in the night lifting into the sky until the lights and the familiar sirens came closer. Multiple footsteps closed in on his location, but all M/n did was stand there until he turned his head to see the horrified looks of some of his colleagues, one of them his partner, Elias Hart. 

“Good evening,” M/n only said dryly, and shortly after that a small investigation began of the surroundings and the body, while M/n was pulled away to be interrogated as he was found with the body– alone.

M/n told them almost everything– there was only one small thing he didn’t mention– The Serpents. It was the one group he was after since the beginning of his career, he knew they’ve bribed some of the law enforcements, making it not safe for him to spill any of his leads that could bring him closer.

The chase has only begun.

[rasberry-jupiter]

Your stepdad was absolutely mad at you seeing your grades low. Frustrated, he took all of your gadgets. Everything was on him, leaving you have to study to get them back. But of course, this didn’t help. But your stepdad have his own tricks of his sleeve.

You were forced to sit down to your study desk, at first it was the simple things. Calculus, history, everything, he knew you’d just distracted yourself with whatever you could think of, he stopped mid teaching. Walking to you with glare, before then he unbuttoned his pants to his cunt. His wet absolutely desperate for attention cunt dripping with glory which moved your attention into it.

“I’ll give you this if you get a good grades.” He said with a smirk on his face as he showed his flesh up to your face. Making your pants felt uncomfortable and your cock twitching.

Before words could come out, he kneed down, his hands swiftly unbuttoned your pants to find your hard cock, weeping with precum. You’re eyes widened as your stepdad took your length to his mouth. It felt so good your eyes rolled, his warm mouth sucking and the slurping sounds made it better.

“C’mon boy, study more. I’ll let you breed me if you do,” Your stepdad said while he kissed your angry tip before shoving all of it into his mouth.

As he gagged, his words stuck to your mind. Immediately you became motivated, studying harder then ever before while you moved your hips forward to fuck his throat before cumming, your seed on his throat, your stepdad snapped his fingers to your face. Getting your attention, he swallowed everything.

[rasberry-jupiter]

Tw : STEPCEST

You're in the living room, with your stepfather's. All alone when your mother and stepsister went on a shopping spree. You're on your phone, watching whatever the internet has to offer, you were quiet until your stepfather lets out a heavy sigh suspiciously sounding like a moan.

"Oh boy..." He gasped, his eyes locked with yours. "It sure is hot, don't you think, M/N?"

You paused for a moment, your eyes were locked on the cooler in the room, you suddenly questioned something; He's always said that, does he?

You remember that he often said that even if your mom or his daughter was around. A question then followed, you turned off your phone. Before meeting with your stepfather's eyes. Dark and lustful. Weird, to say the least.

"Do you need something to cool your body?" You asked, as he shook his head. A smirk formed on his lips. "I need something... Hotter, boy." He replied, his voice low yet suggestive.

He then walked up to you, his body towering in your sitting form, your stepfather shamelessly unbuttoned his pants. You saw his pussy, wet and needy right in front of you, your breath hitched as he taught you with his slick.

"You think this needs something cold?" He asked.

"Holy shit... no..."

"Then be a good boy and see." He smirked as he took a step forward. Your hot breath brushing over the clit. "Hot as expected..."

Your tongue then slowly kitty licked the bud, making it hardened, your stepfather took another step and encouraged your tongue to enter his entrance which you happily implement, your tongue opening him up while your nose made small vibrations to his clit, your stepfather moaned.

You looked up to see your stepfather moaning like a whore, calling your name like it was a sinful prayer. Your tongue lapping his heated flesh, it didn't took too long for him to cum—splashing his juices over your face.

"You're so hot, M/N..."

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Thank you to the Anon who requested this. Forgive me if I didn't tag you. And I'm also sorry for making this almost a week to take.

[rasberry-jupiter]

OMG PLSLLQSLLSLSLQ CAN U WRITE PLS ABOUT BLADE FROM HSR (if U want how much I want him is CRAZY) SITTING ON OUR FACE WHILE WE ARE EATING HIM OUT

Slightly dominant, but bottom afab Blade 18+

“Keep going.” He commanded, glaring at you with that signature red iris. You rolled your eyes in response, but continued to please him. Your tongue lapped around his pussy, before working to give a couple of sucks to his clit, repeating the process.

Blade hummed amusingly, his hips rolled slowly, getting used to this at the moment. His cheeks and tips of ears eventually turned redder, as his body heat started becoming unbearable, beads of sweat appearing, making his body look slightly wet, his luxurious hair getting stuck to his back and shoulders.

His pale thighs on either side of your head, you could see how his muscles would flex slightly with each movement he did on your face. Your hands denting the plush skin of his thighs, sometimes stroking them as compensation from the continuous riding he had to do. Not like he’ll get tired anytime soon.

You could hear his breath become ragged, more desperate and pant-y. “Just like that.” He mumbled, his eye fluttering shut as his head looked up, moaning into the air. He wasn’t ashamed of his moans, he wanted you to hear how good you worked him.

You huffed as you stayed in position, feeling and seeing how Blade would vigorously ride your face, drenching your face with his slick. He did not give any warning before you noticed his entrance flutter around your tongue, later being greeted with slight squirting.

Blade’s body shook slightly, before he looked down at you, panting as his chest lowered and rose again, his face red as his iris stared at you deeply, almost passionate. “Good boy.” He simply spoke, his hips teasingly rubbing their pussy’s lips all over your face, spreading his delicious slick.

You licked up everything he dropped, enjoying its sweet taste, he must be eating plenty of fruits, you assume.