#How much do i need to pay to run my tongue over it once it heals

[mooseyspooky]

Im never going to fully recover from Johnny having an entire fucking back tattoo.

[gurugirl]

Says Who? | demonrry

Summary: Y/n goes to an underground club and meets the devil and she'll never ever forget it.

A/N: Something filthy and fun for Halloween! Not really scary, mostly just a smutty thing!

Word Count: 3.1k

Warning: smut, filth, spitting, major MAJOR size kink, creampie, unprotected public sex, Harry's a demon (or maybe he's just a dick - you choose)

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Y/n could feel the base vibrating through to her marrow. The whole club was alive, a sticky hot sea of sweaty, dancing bodies, strobing lights, god-awful costumes.

She was less concerned about her white angel wings getting dirtied than she was about her drink getting something tossed into it. Some of the people making eye contact with her were… she didn’t know, but perhaps she’d keep her distance.

Though, as she looked down into her plastic cup, she realized it was all but pink melted ice. If she wanted something to worry about (other than her delicate white wings) she’d need a refill.

She figured she put a little too much effort into her costume. Her angel wings were made of real feathers and lace, lined with ribbing to make them look real, and her gauzy smock dress left little to the imagination for what she wore under. Of course, she doused herself in a healthy amount of soft shimmer and glitter and attempted to do the perfect winged liner –it wasn’t perfect, but it was pretty damn near close.

She'd gone alone to the club. A maybe not-so-smart move in retrospect, but still. She was there and she wanted to do something she'd never done before. Something outside of her comfort zone. Maybe even a little dangerous for once in her life.

The bar was packed with bodies, all lined up for a drink. Y/n waved her arm in the air, hoping to get the attention of the lone bartender. The poor guy was running his ass off and she could see sweat stains under his arms. It was rather stifling in the building.

Suddenly a very warm hand was pressed into her back, hot palm burning through the thin fabric of her dress down to her skin, “You don’t need another drink, Y/n.”

Turning to her right she saw a man with an imposing stature standing over her, his massive mitt cradling his own cup as he looked down at her, green irises practically glowing.

“Says who? I’ve only had one anyway. And how do you know my name?”

The grin that stretched over his face caught her off guard. He was handsome. She let her eyes wander from his broad shoulders up his neck and to the top of his head. He had thick dark waves with small pointed horns sticking out of the top just so. They looked real. The devil. How fitting a costume for a man who looked like that.

“Your name is printed on your cup,” he pointed. Y/n had forgotten that everyone was given a cup upon entry, their name scrawled across the smooth plastic, and told not to lose it. It was one of those underground club events and the cup was like your ticket to get in once you'd passed the initial pay-to-enter area.

She laughed and smiled, “Oh, I forgot,” she looked down at his cup again, noticing large rings adorning his thick fingers, “Harry.”

“What’s an angel doing in a place like this anyway?”

Another laugh puffed from behind her lips before she used her tongue to wet her parched mouth, “It’s a club. I don’t know. Saw an ad and it sounded fun. Why? Should I be worried?” Y/n bit her lip for effect. She wasn’t worried. But she did like this man’s vibe. He was flirty without being overt, his warm hand still sprawled along her back, face dangerously close.

“You should be worried. This is not a safe place, Y/n,” an evil smile worked its way over his features. He was teasing. Or maybe he wasn't.

She shrugged and looked up at him through her lashes before releasing her bottom lip, “But you’re here,” she looked back over her shoulder at the wild crowd behind them, “You gonna keep me safe from all the bad guys?”

“Is the angel asking the devil to watch over her tonight?” His grin grew lopsided, a dimple digging into his skin. God, he was attractive.

“Maybe. But you won’t let me get another drink so I don’t know…”

His eyes scraped over her face and down to her angel outfit, auditing, before he pushed into her back, moving her toward him closer. She watched him sit his cup down on the syrup-smeared bartop before his hand found her jaw, fingers digging into the soft part under her mandible, “Oh you’re parched, are you? Open up for me, angel.”

She felt her body swell and seethe in heat from his bold ask. But what else was she there for that night but to have a little fun with a stranger? So she parted her lips, slowly opening wider as he dipped over her frame and tilted her neck back until she felt the warm glob of saliva land on the tip of her tongue. She let out a pathetic moan when he licked over her lips, his spit moistening the dry skin like he was making sure she knew whose spit was sliding down her throat.

“Did you swallow for me?” He asked cooly as he kept her jaw in his hand.

Knocking her head up and down she kept her eyes on his and then suddenly she was being pulled away from the bar. He had an arm tucked around her waist, keeping her next to his warm frame until they’d moved into the shadowy edges of the club and he prodded her into a small space between a column and a metal air duct before he was pushing his hips and mouth against hers.

He tasted like autumn outdoors, hay, spit, burning leaves… Running her fingers into his hair she felt his hand on her hip, bunching at the sheer fabric until he was reaching into the thin wispy lace of the top of her white panties, palm gliding down her belly button until the pads of his fingers were pressed in a place she would normally never let a stranger touch. Especially not in public.

But it was Halloween, and this was what she’d been looking for. Something a little dangerous, a little crazy. This was the kind of place where one could get away with such iniquities.

Soon, the only thirst that remained was to feel more of him. To feel his hands, his fingers… He smoothed his tongue against hers as his middle finger rubbed tightly over her exposed clit after he'd torn the delicate fabric of her underwear. She was throbbing against him. Wetting his digits slowly until it was slippery and he could easily slide one and then two inside of her cunt.

“Love when I make angels wet. You’re just a good girl but this is exactly what you were looking for, wasn't it?”

She moaned and yanked his hair, hoping he’d put his lips back against hers. She loved his mouth, loved how he kissed her all dirty and raw.

“Yes…��� She blinked up at him and then gasped when he shoved a third fat finger inside of her hole. It made her wobble forward into him, her cheek pressed into his solid chest. He fucked her just like that, on his fingers as he kept whispering into her ear, “Gonna change your life tonight angel. Show you what it feels like to really get off.”

Her mouth was wide open as he slid his fingers so deep she was certain nothing had ever gone in like that before. Not even Donny’s hard prick felt like that (what a disappointment he had been).

“Can’t even stand up straight and that’s just my fingers in there little girl. What are you gonna do when it’s my cock splitting you in half, hm?”

She groaned as he continued pumping his fingers through her gummy insides and she gripped onto his biceps so she didn't simply wither to the floor.

Y/n didn’t want anyone to see what was happening but it felt so good and she was so close. Already. The heel of his palm was bumping, sliding into her clit with every thrust of his wrist and she swore he was fucking into her to the beat of the bassy electronic music.

Her head began to spin and her ears were ringing, muffling the noise of the crowd and the music when she felt the delicious release of her orgasm.

Harry pushed her back into the wall quickly when he felt her shaking and with his free hand he held her face, smushing her cheeks with his thumb at one side and his pointer finger on the other, “Look at me when you come. Your orgasm belongs to me. Fuck that’s so pretty…”

She was stunned. It felt so good. Her body was writhing and being pushed and pulled at the hulking man’s direction. He guided her through it, plunging his fingers inside of her and dragging them over her slick spongy spot at the front of her wall. It was like he’d found a hidden switch within her insides and turned it on for her.

“You gonna keep being a good girl for me? Let me claim you and fuck an orgasm out of you on my cock this time? Want that, angel?”

Y/n’s rationale had gone out the window the moment he spit into her mouth and licked over her lips at the bar. So she nodded as he pulled his fingers from her cunt and brought all three, slimy, coated in her arousal, up to her lips, “Open up that thirsty little mouth. Suck.”

She wrapped her lips around his fingers and he pushed them past her comfortable gag spot as he made haste with his other hand, undoing his pants before pulling out his dick.

Harry removed his hand from her mouth and pulled at her neck, "Take a look. Think it'll feel nice and snug inside that tiny little angel pussy?"

Y/n shifted her eyes down to the hot engorged dick the man had brushing against her, his tip wide and ruddy against her labia. She inhaled, looking up at the man and then back down at the size of him, "It's… I don't know… It's so…" She bucked into him, feeling unsteady, her thighs still shaking.

"At least twice as big as what you've played with before. I know. But you get used to it. Come to love it. The way it plugs in so deep, carves into your insides, and makes a nice wet home… No one ever forgets it."

She clutched his forearm with a shaky hand and used her other to reach down and touch him. He was hot. So much warmer than she expected. Peering around his broad shoulders she could see people grinding and doing ungodly things on the dancefloor already. There were no rules in that club, except to not lose the cup you were handed when you paid to enter, and she'd already lost that at the bar somewhere.

When she felt him grip tight the meat of her thigh and perch it over his hip he slid his cockhead to her dripping seam and began to dip in.

"Oohh…" she warbled out a moan and then looked up at his handsome face, "Mmm…"

"Open that pretty mouth, show me your tongue."

She did what he said, parting her lips as her pussy spread open little by little. The feel of him slowly pushing into her was sticky, gooey, sharp. But the warm spit that dripped onto her tongue was salacious, made her pussy throb and flutter around his girth.

"There we go. Get that pussy spread apart for me. Let me have you, angel."

She was already letting him have her. She was his… whatever he wanted, however he wanted it. Right in front of everyone… sloppy, wet, deranged, disgusting…

"Mm ahhh…" she panted, her brows pushed together as he rutted in and in, filling up every bit of empty space she had available. Split open, stuffed full, slippery hot debauchery.

Harry threw his head back for a moment, basking in the tight pussy wrapped around him. Sopping. It was his chance to feel a bit of heaven.

Reaching down for her other thigh, he pushed her up and lifted her, making her wrap her legs around his waist so he could work into her deeper, really give her a taste of what the devil could do.

She yelped and gurgled wetly, eyes bulging as he buried himself in, "Fuck…"

"Yeah? Didn't know angels liked to say such words." He swiveled his hips, a harsh plunge in again, and the squelch of her pussy against his length meant she was as wet as she could possibly be. "Oh you're soaked, angel. No wonder you're so thirsty. All your juices are down here," He rocked up into her and she cried out, "So you can take me properly."

While no one much cared about the angel with her wings pressed into the wall, her legs wrapped around the devil's waist as he stuffed her pussy with his big cock, it was obvious what was going on in that dark little corner every time the strobe flashed over the pair copulating. If the look on her pretty face didn't give it away, all fucked out, wet lips parted, eyes rolling back into her head… it was the way the devil was rocking his hips sharply against her, making her legs shake with every thrust.

He knew he was hollowing her out, poking in beyond what was comfortable for her… he knew she'd never forget the way he felt inside of her. It'd stick with her forever and she'd never be able to come again without thinking about the devil.

She'd masturbate thinking about that night at the club and she'd release with the image of him inside of her. And any poor man who stuck his rinky dinky human dick into her pussy would never get her off –she'd be thinking of Harry, the demon with the biggest cock she'd ever had. That would be the only way she'd ever be able to come. A curse, but also a blessing because now she'd always be able to get off to the memory of him no matter who was fucking her. Everyone else would pale in comparison… but that's what he loved so much about fucking sweet human girls. They never forgot his big cock and he owned them in a way. At least he owned their orgasms.

Slushy, gloopy, splatting… his long dick dragged and kissed against her sweetest spot and she felt the tingle and the ache of it as she bounced with every drive of his hips.

"Give me that come, angel. Right on my cock."

She inhaled sharply as he laved his tongue over her lips, slicking his saliva over her mouth and spitting onto her tongue again, "Mine. It's all mine, isn't it? Cunt will never feel it like this again but she'll remember who owns her won't she?"

Y/n was simply done for… her body was putty, molten liquid, dripping, bowing to his whim. His cock would be forever imprinted within her womb as she felt him slide through her channel, thick and throbbing - it was as if she could feel his bulbous cockhead pushing into her tummy, bulging at the front. Microscopic tears around her gaping, wet, stretched muscle she'd need to tend to later. All worth it to be fucked like that.

Her eyes were bleary as she looked at him when she began to come. He was right and she knew it. Her body would never forget it. She was ruined for him already as her vocal cords hitched up an octave and she made his favorite noise. Every dip of his broad crown through her gushing walls smeared his leaking slit against her cervix.

Harry watched the angel fall apart around his cock, face crumpled, body reveling in her release, toes curled in her shoes, but when she moaned his name and gazed into his eyes with droopy lids he couldn't hold back the way she was milking around him. He slammed into her, one brutal thrust, cock burrowing in as he splattered and pumped into her. His warm spend, a mucusy mural for her tight little wet walls. Like his signature left behind so anyone else who entered would know he'd been there. That everything inside of her cunt belonged to him because he'd already claimed it…

She'd think about all that later. That she'd had unprotected sex with a stranger at a club. That he'd filled her with his sperm and spit into her mouth. She'd get tested and watch for her period and then get tested again. And when she turned out clean and not pregnant part of her would be disappointed that she didn't have some excuse to search for the man to let him know what he'd done so she could do it all over again with him. Get her brains fucked out and her little pussy stretched in a way that shouldn't have been as good as it was.

But she wouldn't regret that part. Her only rue that night would be that she hadn't gotten his last name or maybe a number. It was probably better to not know who he was, though. Because if she did she'd obsess. She'd fiend. She'd pine. She'd stalk. She'd make a fool of herself to just have another taste. And a guy like him would probably already be onto the next.

It was better to not know who he was because he wasn't really nice. When he was finished with her, when his come was fucked into her and he made her watch how he shoved it all back in with his huge cock, gripped her neck, and made her look at the way it dripped from her puffy, used pussy and how he took his dick and pressed it back into her stinging hole and told her to not to clean herself up –he left. He dropped her down to her feet, tucked his big cock back into his pants, patted her hot little cheek, and walked off without even turning back to look or check on her.

She watched him disappear into the crowd with her torn panties at her hips and his come dripping down the inside of her legs, chest heaving, heart thrashing in her chest… Her back and her legs and her pussy ached but she'd have him again if he just came back. So, it was better to not know.

It was better to not know because maybe he actually was the devil.

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︵︵ DAY TWO ﹐ OVERSTIMULATION ☆

ᰍִ ꒰ KINKTOBER. ִ✧ㅤㅤ masterlist

NOTES .ᐣ why do i do this to myself LMFAOO im far too busy to be doing kinktober but here we are..... ana makes a decision and regrets it immediately after :3 but haii chris is so fine

WARNINGS .ᐣ overstimulation. oral (f!recieving). dom!chris. sub!reader. afab!reader. breast play. use of pet names (baby, honey, sweetheart, babe etc.)

"TASTE SO GOOD, BABY, FUCK," chris had practically been latched onto your cunt the moment he'd walked in and put his bags down—he'd barely given you time to process the fact he was back as he'd spread your legs wide and settled himself between within record time. god, he'd missed the taste of you, it'd been far too long away from it. sure, he missed the feeling of your cunt taking him so perfectly when he fucked you, or the warmth of your mouth when you suckd him off, but nothing compared to making you feel good like this with his head between your thighs.

his excuse was he'd been away from you with matt and nick for about a week. the two of you had obviously phoned, messaged, that kind of thing, but it wasn't enough. chris didn't go away much, he stayed at home more often than not, and being away from you? it took a lot out of him. so he was more than a little desperate to get his hands on you when he'd finally gotten back to the house. and now he was on you again? impossible to get him off.

"shit, chris," it's hard to talk with the rhythmic bumping of chris' nose against your clit, his tongue gliding through your wet folds and lapping up your juices as much as he possibly could. it's like he doesn't even need to breathe, it's insane. he hadn't gone up for air in.. what, a while? it felt like forever. especially for you, considering you're the one getting all the pleasure from it. judging from how he's humping the bed, however, maybe he's getting off on it too. "oh my god," you're lost for damn words.

"such a pretty pussy, mmh, missed this so bad," you're surprised he can talk as fluently as he is with his face pressed up against your warmth. "got withdrawal, y'know? can actually result in death if i don't eat you out at least once every few days," he was a fiend. absolutely obsessed with the taste of you and making you feel good. the death grip on your thighs tells you absolutely everything, this man is living his best life right there and he isn't moving. certified eater, whatever you wanted to call it, but he's between your thighs and you're just gonna have to suck it up and ride it out. "can you breathe?"

he lifts his head a little, "just fine, ma," before he starts kissing and sucking at your clit, completely flooring any plans you'd had of speaking with just a few suckles of his mouth. chris doesn't care about getting messy, how your juices trickle down his chin and the way his lips get a little puffy from working so hard, he'd do this over and over again just to see you happy. his soft moans send vibrations through you, starting at your clit in his mouth before running up your body in a burst of warmth.

it's when he starts circling your entrance with his fingers that you actually realise how long the two of you are gonna be here. you'd wondered whether this was just gonna be foreplay and he'd ease his cock inside of you soon enough but the introduction of his fingers met he was gonna be entertaining himself with you a lot longer than you'd thought. not that you mind, you're just as here for it as he is. "chris," you let out, a whiny sound, when he finally pushes his fingers into you with a little thrust forward.

he looks up at you, then, his blue eyes dilated to the point of being near black, all the while paying attention to your sensitive bundle of nerves whilst his fingers slowly ease inside of you. "so fuckin' wet, baby. all for me? shit, musta' missed me so much.." he's not even paying attention to how his fingers start to thrust in and out of you, it's all muscle memory by now. he's done this whole thing so many times with you he could do it with his eyes closed, with one hand, whatever you wanted.

"missed you so bad," you whisper, shamelessly sliding your hand upwards on your chest under your shirt to grasp your tit in your hand, rolling your fingers over your nipples as you knead the soft flesh. chris groans at the sight of that, only urging him to keep going. his fingers curl upwards towards that sweet spot inside you, brushing up against it and making the purposeful motion of rubbing against it with every movement. your fingers tighten around your nipples, and you cry out a soft sound, hips instinctively bucking towards his face.

"keep playing with your tits f'me, baby," chris mumbles into your pussy, his lips wet and slick with your arousal as he runs his tongue over you. "that's it.. makin' me jealous, honey, might have t'pay attention t'em in a second." you squeeze your breasts together, thumbs rolling over your hard buds and making your cunt pulse as chris continues eating you out. "m'gonna.." you could feel your orgasm hurtling itself towards you, not sneaking up on you, no, it wanted you to know it was coming. the wet squelch of his fingers pumping in and out of you, curled against your sweet spot, it makes your head spin.

"gonna come all over my face?" chris asks, only lapping at you in sloppier, messy motions. "gonna make a mess for me? go on then, sweetheart, there we go," he growls, and the vibrations manage to send you over the edge, your thighs trembling around his face and squeezing him there so he wouldn't move away. not that he'd dream of it, anyway, but just a precaution. "taste so good, soaking my face," you'd expect chris to move away from your oozing pussy once he'd helped you through your orgasm, but he's not deterred by suffocating in your juices, he only keeps going.

"chris, i—" you go to speak, to tell him you need a moment, but he gives you a tight squeeze of your ass and a few rougher pumps of his fingers to tell you that, well—"m'not finished, baby, so you gotta wait till m'done," he wasn't finished with you, there was no time to lose, he had to pull another orgasm out of you again, and again, and again. he was making up for his time away from you, after all. so, he kept going.

"too much, too.." you gasp, the familiar feeling of an orgasm building up once more. your head's spinning a little, fuzzy from your first climax blending into the upcoming second one. "you can give me another one, right, babe? c'mon, i ain't asking for much, just another one," he wants to feel your cunt twitch in his mouth, your sticky pussy against his face after coming for him a million times over. he's not asking for much, right? "gonna give me another one," he tells you, like he's already decided.

you're whining, bottom lip quivering as he continued his assault on your cunt. "feels too good, i can't.." you don't know whether you could take any more after this, coming a second time seemed like enough. you're subconsciously grinding yourself against his face, which makes chris smile. "sayin' you can't take anymore but you're fuckin' yourself on my face, huh? you lyin' to me?"

"not lying, no, no.. just.." another whine escapes you when he laughs, a mixture of embarrassment and the feel of the vibration causing you to let out that sweet sound. chris was relentless, he wouldn't stop until he had you trembling due to him once again. "s'gonna happen again, m'gonna come, shit, shit, shit—" his fingers curl further, and he starts to lick around your fluttering hole where his fingers are to get you over that edge once more.

"come for me, baby, there we go, wasn't hard, was it? you could take more. can take more," he rambles, moving away from you for a moment to give you some much needed reprieve. his tongue makes gentle circles against your inner thigh now, something to occupy him as your thighs shook and you recovered from your second orgasm within the span of a few minutes. but, he's not satisfied for long. "you ready?"

"ready for what..?" you ask, voice a little breathy and weak from how spent you were. your eyes meet his, hands grasping at your tits still almost in comfort, and chris scoffs quietly at your question as if it was dumb to ask. "you're gonna come on my tongue 'n' fingers again, and then m'gonna fuck you on my cock. so hold on tight, would you?"

yeah, you were gonna be here for a while.

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[daisynik7]

cw: established relationship, explicit sexual content, smut - cunnilingus

Author's Note: Barely proofread, completely horny. Enjoy. Divider credit to @/cafekitsune.

When Nanami comes out of the bedroom for breakfast, he notices you’re already set up at your work desk, expression serious as you face the monitor. 

“You have a meeting right now?” he asks, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. 

You relax a bit from his loving smooch. “Yeah. I don’t even need to be in this. My boss just said to hop on and listen in. Said it’s a learning opportunity.” You make air quotations with your fingers at those last two words, rolling your eyes. 

He hums, massaging your shoulders, which are stiff and tense with stress. “I’m sorry.” His thumbs work out a knot; he always knows how to put you at ease at times like this. 

You lean back, tipping your chin up to catch his gaze, smiling. “Thank you, honey. I’m just…annoyed.” Glancing back at the screen, you sit up straight, muttering, “Oh no, it’s starting.” With a click of your mouse, you’re in. A few of the attendees are already chatting, so you keep yourself on mute, not bothering to greet them. 

Instead of heading into the kitchen for his morning cup of coffee, Nanami remains behind you, bowing down to whisper, “Do you want a distraction?” His mouth grazes your ear, his hands gliding up and down your arms. 

Although you’re on mute, you mouth a silent, “What?” to him.

His voice gets lower, sultry. “I’m hungry. And I’m craving my favorite treat right now.” He nuzzles his nose to yours, flashing that lazy smile of his you love so much. “I’ll be quick.” Too much. 

“Kento, are you serious?” The rational part of you knows this is crazy, especially while you’re actively attending a meeting. However, the horny part of you, which seems to supersede everything else, wants your husband’s distraction so badly. The temptation to do something you shouldn’t be doing is too alluring to resist. And besides, you’re virtually non-existent in the conversation happening in front of you. Might as well do something else productive.

He nods, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss, just enough to tease a moan out of you. “Baby,” you whine. “We shouldn’t.”

And the two of you know what that really means.

Soon, he’s under the desk, sliding your pajamas bottoms off one leg at a time while you pretend to pay attention to whatever nonsense your coworkers are discussing. Your panties are already wet and Nanami takes his time peeling them off you, biting his lip at the way it glistens with your arousal. 

He wasn’t lying when he said he was hungry. In fact, he’s starving. He proves that with how voraciously he eats you out, your legs open wide for him to spread his tongue all over you. His grip is firm on your knees, keeping you split apart, licking and sucking on your clit, coaxing every drop of cum out of you. You can go the entire meeting with his face buried in your wet cunt, his drool mixing in with your slick. 

Suddenly, and to your absolute horror, your name gets called by your manager. “Any questions?”

You try to shove Nanami away, but he’s relentless, latching onto you tighter, sucking on your clit harder, louder. You squeeze his cheeks tightly with your thighs, practically smothering him, but it doesn’t do anything except make him hum, the vibrations only adding to the divine sensation. 

Before this long pause gets any more awkward, you swallow all the saliva pooling in your mouth and unmute yourself. “I’m good, thanks!” you blurt out, muting yourself once more as you let out a drawn-out moan, coming for the fifth time on your husband’s tongue.

The meeting is dismissed shortly after. You shut your laptop closed, scolding your husband, who’s now kissing the plush of your thighs, chin and nose shiny with your cum, a wickedly charming smile on his lips. “Thought you said you wouldn’t have to say anything,” he teases, trying to feign innocence. 

You run your fingers through his hair, tugging on the strands gently. “Thought you said you’d make it quick.”

He comes up from beneath the table, meeting your face with his. “You know nothing is ever quick with me, sweetheart.” Then, he kisses you, pulling you close to him, cock stiff against you, leading you into the bedroom.  

[heizlut]

The Price To Pay

ꕀ cw: dubcon

ꕀ tags: switch fem!reader, switch!aalto, manipulation, power-dynamics, oral m!receiving, creampie, riding, nipple play m!receiving, mostly proofread

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From what you had gathered, Aalto was the man to see if you needed information. Of course, any information comes with a price, you knew that. You just didn't expect him to ask you to pay him by selling your body to him...

His brown eyes and all-knowing smirk seem to taunt you as look up at him all wide-eyed and with a scrunched nose, "What's the matter, darlin'? Price too steep for ya?" You let out a scoff that has him chuckling, "Aww, come on now. Promise I'll make ya feel good~" You roll your eyes and turn around, ready to walk away from the white-haired man, "I'll just find someone else. This is too much."

But Aalto is too quick, already standing in front of you with your jaw in his grasp, "The information you're looking for, only I can provide it..." He leans down to your face, "Just say yes to my offer and the information is yours, sweetheart."

You run your tongue across your teeth, annoyed by his proposition but also desperate for the information you sought out. With a heavy breath, you relent, "Fine. Let's do it." Aalto's smirk widens as he straightens up and pats your cheek, "That's what I thought."

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Drool trickles down your chin through the little space between your lips and Aalto's cock that is being thrusted in and out of your throat. His fingers are tangled into your hair, his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut in utter bliss, "Yeah, just like that, darlin'... Just like- ngh!"

His words were cut off by your tongue swirling around the head of his cock, making the sensations even more overwhelming for him. You smirk around his length, taking delight in how weak he was to your ministrations. If he was going to demand your body as the price to pay, then you'd make the most of it by making him squirm for you.

You do your best to relax your throat and push forward, taking his length down your throat til your nose is tickled by the trimmed silvery coarse hair on his pelvis. Aalto's eyes roll back at the feeling and the most high-pitched moan comes out of his mouth when you tighten your throat around the length, surprising the both of you.

Aalto is quick to release his grip on you to cover his mouth, eyes wide at the fact that he could produce a sound like that. You pull off his cock, a line of saliva connecting from his tip to your lips as you give a cocky grin, "Don't hide your moans from me... You wanted this, darlin', so move your hands and let me hear how pretty you sound for me~"

Blood rushes to Aalto's cheeks at your words especially when you threw his nickname for you back at him and he hesitantly removes his hands, only to grumble under his breath about how you weren't in any position to be so full of ego. His breath hitches and his brown eyes flit down to where your hand was now grasping his pale cock, your tongue slowly prodding at the slit of his rosy tip.

He scrunches his nose, not in disgust, but in sexual frustration and with the need to take over once more. Aalto grips your hair again and forcefully pulls you away, "Easy there, sweet thing. You've got the lower end of the bargain, so act like it."

You grimace slightly from his forceful grip, but quickly smirk and spread your legs salaciously, exposing your soaked cunt, "Then why don't you take over, huh?" A low groan slips from his throat and he pushes you down against the cold floor. His sweet, yet minty breath fans across your lips, his silver hair tickling your skin. His voice husky and low as he speaks, "Careful what ya wish for, sweetheart."

Breathing out a laugh, you spread your legs wider, keeping your grip underneath your thighs, "Tough talk for a guy who just moaned like a little bitch in-NGH!" Your taunt was thrown off by Aalto pushing his throbbing length inside of you to the hilt with a sharp inhale. He leans down, pressing his forehead against yours, his cock twitching inside of you in anticipation for more, "Sorry, I didn't catch that. What were ya saying about me again?"

You bare your teeth at him, but it hardly looks as threatening as you intend it to be. Your eyes are too glossy and your pussy squeezing his cock too tight for him to see you as a threat. A low chuckles comes from him, "All bark and no bite, aren't ya, darlin'" Leaving you no time for a witty retort, he begins to pull out, only to thrust in hard.

Your pretty lips form a "O" in a moan you can't even let out. You wrap your legs around his waist and move your hands to grip his shoulders. Your nails dig into his skin, making his nose scrunch from the pain, but it wasn't enough to stop him from starting a rough pace as he fucks his swollen cock into your wet, squelching cunt, "F-fuck, that's it. Takin' my cock so well..."

Your face screws up in pleasure at the feeling of his tip pressing against your cervix with each thrust. It was uncomfortable, but at the same time brought overwhelming pleasure. You felt as if you were losing yourself to him and his stupidly big cock. You couldn't let that happen. You take advantage of your position with your legs around his waist, and with a push of your shoulder against his, you had him underneath you.

Aalto blinks up at you, his cock involuntarily throbbing at your display of dominance. You sit upright, the position making his cock feel so deep inside of you, but you bear with it and smirk. Your fingers run down his chest and pause at his pink nipples, pinching them between your fingertips as he lets out a sweet sounding moan. You can't help but chuckle at the sight, "You're just too pretty for me to let you have all the control..."

He bites his lip, but with a particularly sharp pinch to his nipples again, his mouth falls open in a whimper. You show a bit of mercy, leaving his sensitive nubs alone as you lean back and press your palms against the floor beneath you, "Just lay back and relax~" With that, you begin to bounce on his cock at a slow and torturous pace.

The view Aalto has of you now in this position has him fighting not to cum inside of you right then and there. He can see the way his cock moves in and out of your pussy, your clit that's just begging to be touched. He reaches forward and presses the pad of his thumb against your clit, making you gasp. Your eyes refocusing on his now cocky smile as he rubs furiously at your sensitive clit, "I'm not lettin' ya have all the fun~"

Your groan of annoyance turns into a sweet sounding moan as you pick up your pace on top of him while the pad of his thumb makes you see white. You cum hard around his cock, squeezing it over and over as clear liquid spurts out down his length, your thighs, and his abdomen. Aalto's eyes have a crazed look in them as his smile widens, "Hah! What a pretty mess ya made all over me..."

You can't even get annoyed at him at this point, still coming down from such an intense high. You start to falter in your movements, prompting Aalto to grab onto your hips, his voice raw from all his moaning, "My turn~" Your balance is thrown off as he bucks his hips up into you, your palms landing hard on his toned chest as you catch yourself which makes him chuckle, "Sorry, darlin'. Looked like ya needed a bit of help."

Your eyes roll back at he fucks his cock up into you, chasing his own orgasm that was soon to come. His grip tightens and he adjusts his feet on the floor to give him more leverage to fuck you harder and faster, "Gonna cum~ O-oh fuuuuck, wanna fill ya up so much it'll leak outta ya for days~"

With a loud moan, ropes of thick white cum fill your cunt. His cock pulsating to the beat of his racing heart with each spurt. You collapse on top of him, chest heaving against his and your face buried into the crook of his neck. Aalto does his best to catch his breath as his cock softens inside of you, twitching every now and then, "That wasn't so bad now was it, sweetheart?"

Released from your lust-filled haze, you bite down on his tacet mark on his neck, making him hiss and groan, "F-fuck was that for?" You get off of him, his cum leaking down your thighs as you stand and gather your clothes. He props himself up on his elbows, leaning back as he watches you curiously and with some weird sense of satisfaction, "Guess I deserved that, huh..." You narrow your eyes down at him, only for him to give you a cheeky smile and then sigh exasperatedly, "My right pocket."

You raise a brow at him, "What?" Aalto just looks amused, "The information ya want is in the flashdrive in the right pocket of my jacket. Go on, take it. Ya earned it anyways~" You go to where his jacket was haphazardly thrown on the floor, reaching into the right pocket, your fingers wrap around the cool metal of the flashdrive.

You turn to leave after pocketing the drive, only for Aalto's cheeky words to make you briefly pause, "Maybe we should make this a regular thing. I think we got somethin' special, darlin', don't ya think?" The only response you give is your middle finger over your shoulder as you push the doors open and leave. Aalto sighs and runs his fingers through his silver, messy hair, "Such a feisty little thing..."

He smirks as he speaks to himself, "I'll make sure ya come back for more... seeing as I never said that flashdrive had all the information ya wanted~ Our deal isn't over yet, sweetheart~"

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a/n: aalto is so bbygurl, truly the kaveh of wuthering waves

[tetzoro]

WORK NIGHTS — ༉‧₊˚.

ft. kuroo tetsuro !

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : normally once you get home from work, you and kuroo have a pretty set routine, but it’s always fun to catch him off guard.

꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. f!reader, established relationship, oral (m!receiving), mentions of deepthroating, minor cum play, titty sucking is good for the soul, just something silly for this man — WC : 1.1k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : this has been sitting in my drafts for awhile, so here :3 dividers by @/cafekitsune ᰔ

reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᰔ*.ﾟ

work nights were pretty routine for you and kuroo. come home, make dinner, eat, talk about your day, clean up, watch whatever show you guys put on before getting ready for bed and laying in each others arms until your alarm went off the next morning.

but something about kuroo looked so fucking good tonight, you just couldn’t help it. the tv was playing but you weren't paying attention to it. at all. instead, your eyes trailed down his face, the divine slope of his nose, the sharpness of his jaw, all the while he was mindlessly watching whatever show you put on.

“tetsu.” you whisper in his ear from where you’re nestled into his side, his arm draping along the back of the couch. he only hums in response, squeezing your shoulder to show he heard you. “let me suck you off.”

“yeah—“ kuroo freezes, wide amber eyes looking over at you. “wait, what?”

“let me suck you off.” you reiterate, already pivoting your body so you can kneel before him. he doesn’t stop you, watching as your knees hit the ground, your palms eagerly running up his thighs. “please?”

“fuck,” kuroo ran his hand through his dark hair, disheveling it even more as he gazes down at you, immediately enchanted by your every move. “yeah, yeah, of course, baby.”

it was cute catching him off guard like this — normally he’d always be equipped with what to say, his wit overpowering yours with ease most times, leaving you a flustered mess. but today you won the battle, looking up at him through your lashes, his cheeks turning pink.

his adam’s apple bobs, jaw clenched as your fingers dip under the waistband of his sweats, tugging them down. to your delight, he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

“what’s this?” you ask, tilting your head up at him. if he was blushing before it doesn’t compare to now. the look you’re giving him sends blood rushing down to his cock, twitching to life before you can even properly get your hands on him. “that’s kind of slutty of you, tetsu.”

the man only swallows, eager to see what you’ll do next. and you couldn’t resist, fingers running along his length, rubbing against it as he hardens under your touch.

“please.” kuroo breathes out, sucking in his breath as you finally close your hand around his thick girth.

“what do you want, tetsu?” you ask, tilting your head to the side as you slowly start to flick your wrist, moving up and down his length.

kuroo shivers at the touch. what’s got him so sensitive tonight, you aren’t sure — but you want to take advantage of it.

“answer me, baby.” you squeeze the base of his cock, pulling a choked groan from his lips, his weepy tip already drooling for you.

“your mouth, i need your mouth.” he hisses out. you give him another squeeze. “please.”

kuroo shivered as the flat of your tongue ran up the side of his length in response, coating him in your saliva before rubbing his tip along your lips, his precum coating your lips like your favorite lipgloss.

he watches as you lick your lips, groaning as you make a show of how much you enjoy the savory taste of him, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

without another moments hesitation, you engulf him in your mouth, loosening your jaw so you can take him in deeper.

kuroos palm rests on top of your head, not enough force to push you down any further, but enough to ground him, keeping him from thrusting up into your mouth.

“fuck—“ he breathes out in pleasure, head lolling on the back of the couch, half lidded eyes set on you as he watches his cock disappear in your mouth. “so good to me.”

you hum, the reverberations causing his eyes to roll back. doing what you can to make him squirm, relishing in the way his muscles ripple, abs tensing in pleasure, thighs trembling from how good your mouth feels around him.

your eyes flit up to his face, basking in his expression — mouth hung open, face flushed, half lidded eyes meeting yours. kuroo always looked so pretty when you looked up at him like this, in a world of pleasure that only you can bring him to.

it’s what he deserved after a long day of working so hard, after stressful meetings and dealing with snippy coworkers — he needed to relax.

“fuck, that’s it—“ kuroo lets out a shuddered moan.

you hold him in your mouth for a moment, his cock throbbing and pulsing with need against the slick of your tongue, nudging itself deeper to the back of your throat. groans spill from his lips and it just makes you want to work harder for him — spoil him, tease him, anything to make him feel good.

kuroos breaths become ragged, panting as you continue to bob your head up and down. you can almost feel his heart beat for you as you swallow his cock dow n your throat.

“i’m — !” kuroo’s fingers tense around your head, arching his back and trying to shove himself deeper, shallowly thrusting into your mouth. you let him, a few tears streaming down your face as you let him use your throat. “fuck, i’m gonna cum, cumming!”

he whines and writhes under your touch, not letting up an inch as he spills in your mouth with a loud groan of your name, fingers latching into your locks as he comes down from his high.

you pull apart slowly as you swallow, some of his cum dripping from the sides of your mouth. kuroo watches as you scoop it up with your finger, sliding back up into his lap and putting it in his mouth.

his tongue twirls around your finger before it retreats, quickly replaced with your lips. his palms find your backside, pulling you closer onto him as he kisses you deeper, moaning into your mouth.

“that mouth of yours…” kuroo whispers against your lips before stealing a few more kisses. “you gotta let me return the favor, sweetheart.”

“well if you insist.” you smirk a little, moving back to slide off your shirt, the one you stole from his drawer earlier. he looks up at you in awe, hands sliding up your sides and cupping your breasts.

“you know, i think i’m rubbing off on you.” he smirks right back at you, thumb brushing over your nipple. you gasp out, arching into him.

“you’re only saying that because i managed to catch you off guard for once.” you tease, words turning into moans as he sucks on your perked bud. after a moment, he relents.

“yeah, well. i hope you enjoyed it because it’s not going to happen again.” he kisses his way over to your other nipple, swirling his tongue around it before sucking lightly. “so like i said, let me return the favor.”

thank you so much for reading ᰔ

[kiwi-on-ice]

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Could you do something for Lucio when you get the chance? Please and thank you

First date headcannons with Lucio, Cole Cassidy, Mauga, Lifeweaver, and Genji with gn!reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Fluff, a little suggestive but not too much.

Notes: The ask probably meant NSFW but wanted to write something light while i work on an anon request for Cole Cassidy. Prefer girls? check here

Lucio:

I always think of his valentines day voiceline bless him, he'd be quite nervous to ask you out. If you don't do it for him, he'll most likely want to be traditional and get you flowers before stuttering out an invitation.

Once you've actually said yes, he'll relax a little bit.

Most likely your first date is going to be music related. He won't take you to his own concert, but if there's a concert playing music he knows you'll like he'll take you there.

Alternatively, might take you dancing to show off a little. When he's around music, he feels much more confident so he'll be able to be himself and even be a little flirty.

You might have to put up with people coming up to him for his autograph though. But it'll give him a rush when everyone realises he's on a date with you.

After dancing the night away, he'll probably take you to try some street food. He'll insist on paying, he's a celebrity after all! But he ends up not needing to when the vendors recognise him as the hero who stood up to Vishkar and insist on giving you both what you want free of charge.

Given that the weather is nice, he'll do his best to be respectful and not look at your body too much. However if you're wearing shorts...lord have mercy, they're his weakness.

When you guys part ways, he might cheekily ask for a goodnight kiss but he's happy with anything. Considering how much fun you both had, he's confident you two will go out again sometime.

Feeling the beat of the music, Lucio moves like it's second nature to him. You both laughing and joking as he starts to dance with you, his hands respectful in their placement before he spins you around, making you both laugh again.

"Not bad babe, maybe you should be a backing dancer at my shows." he teases playfully, trying not to let his eyes look down at how your legs look in your shorts. Although with the way you start to move, he isn't sure he can resist the temptation.

Cole Cassidy:

Will ask you out pretty smoothly in conversation, hardly giving you time to process that you've been asked on a date before the cowboy starts to think about his ideas.

Invites you on a hiking trail, giving you both plenty of time to talk and get to know each-other.

He'll do the stereotypical action of taking his hat off when he sees you and gives you a small bow, flustering you a little.

As you walk, he won't initiate physical contact for a while, waiting until you guys cross some sort of stream or rough terrain; he use the opportunity to hold out his hand to help you over, before interlocking his fingers with yours.

Quite easy to talk to, and flirtatious comments seem to roll off his tongue without him meaning to. He'll compliment your outfit and hairstyle, before making comments about how the sun reflects so lovely off your eyes.

Prefers asking you questions and listening to you, he's working on being more emotionally vulnerable and open especially about his past, but it's still difficult for him.

Afterwards, you both will have worked up an appetite, so he'll take you to a diner for a bite to eat. Sitting in a booth, he might teasingly play footsie with you under the table to watch you laugh.

He'll have to get coffee, since he hasn't had his cigar for hours. He didn't want to smoke while on the date, a little concerned you'll find it rude. But towards the end he'll get a little twitchy.

Will offer to pay, southern values and all that.

Will also offer to walk you home, and will definitely come in if you invite him.

Approaching a stream, the running water providing a soothing ambiance as Cole steps forward. He hops over the stream before holding out his hand for you, causing you to giggle.

"What? A cowboy can't be a gentleman?" he teases, as you take his hand and he helps you across, "There you go pumpkin."

Smoothly, he interlocks your fingers, holding your hand tight and gently rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand as you both resume the walk. Looking to his left, he makes some remark about the surroundings to distract himself from the warm feeling in his chest as he feels the heat of your palm against his.

Mauga:

This man is CONFIDENT, he asks you out with his cocky grin almost like he knows you'll say yes.

Wants a relaxing date, so will ask you for drinks at one of his favourite bars.

Once you meet him there, he's nothing if not charming. He lays the compliments on pretty thick, with a cheeky smile that gets wider the more you feel flustered.

He's also hilarious, finding it so rewarding to make you laugh and giggle at his jokes. Isn't afraid to play the part of the fool if it means you'll be entertained.

Is hyper aware of his large size, and while he loves feeling bigger and stronger in the bedroom, in this context don't be surprised if he hunches himself over a bit to make you feel more at ease.

Also don't be surprised if he grips his glass too tight to make it smash, pretending to be hurt worse so you'll dote on him, he likes the attention more than he should.

He has to really restrain himself from getting too handsy with you, he doesn't want to scare you off. But he'll brush his hand against your hair or arm as he speaks.

Most likely will just get up and leave without paying lmao.

And will most certainly invite you to go home with him.

"And someone as pretty as you with a guy like me? People will think i'm payin' ya." he says with a laugh, causing your cheeks to burn as you giggle alongside him. Taking a sip of his drink, his eyes won't leave yours. "Someone as small as you as well, though it ain't hard for someone to be smaller than me."

You can't help but agree with his statement as he hunches over the bar with you, his thigh brushing against yours. He notices, and subtly presses his thigh more into yours, almost manspreading on the bar-stool.

Lifeweaver:

oh my god, the ROMANCE.

Listen I've said before he's the type of nerd to read romance novels and take notes, best believe he's planning the most romantic date he can, especially if he's caught feelings for you.

He'll show up, dressed to the nines with a bouquet of red roses with gold string attaching a little love note and hand them to you. He'll kiss your hand and open the car door for you and drive you to a lovely restaurant.

Most likely booked ahead to score the best table, and told the waiters to make it as romantic as they could.

But despite everything, he's secretly nervous. He planned it all so meticulously in his head, what if it goes wrong?

Not that you'd know his internal panicked monologue with how he treats you, he'd be so complimentary without overdoing it. Charming you with speech about your clothes, hair, everything. Will also start to drop in petnames like 'darling' and 'petal' to see how you react.

Is a little scared to hold your hand cause his hand is a little sweaty from the nerves, so he'll gently trace your fingers with his metal hand instead.

He's paying for the meal, you''ll have probably have guessed that already.

Will take you home and kiss your cheek, but will most likely leave it there. He doesn't want you to think he only wants you physically, so he'll be as respectful as possible.

"Well i assure you, you're the most radiant person in here." Niran says with a soft smile, his eyes tracing up and down your body and face as you sit down. His hair half up, he places his metal hand on the table, gently nudging your hand as if to ask permission.

"But please, order anything you'd like. My treat." he says, almost stuttering when you hold his hand, the cool metal refreshing against your touch. When you thank him and look down at the menu, he releases a breath he didn't realise he was holding. It's going well so far, he thinks, even if he's blown away by how you look all dressed up.

Genji:

bless him, he's also kinda nervous. He used to be a playboy, he never once used to be bothered with asking people out. But after his accident, now that his body is mostly metal, a lot of his confidence has been knocked.

But he'll try to hide it as he suggests an aquarium date. He finds the colours and the marine life quite therapeutic and calming, and hopes you'll feel that way too.

Prefers to stay away from the crowds, standing by the less popular exhibits to talk to you.

Will love to ask about your job, especially if it's more 'mundane' than his. He'll want almost a taste of the normality, something he's never really had in his life.

Will offer to take your picture against the backdrop of the fish tanks, his chest feeling fuzzy as he sees how gorgeous you look.

As you two explore, he'll gently go to hold your hand. When you reciprocate, he won't let go, clinging to your hand like a lifeline.

When you go into the gift shop, he'll surprise you by buying a soft plush toy of a fish or shark behind your back.

Most likely will ask if you want to go back to his, not realising how it sounds until after he's said it, to which he'll quickly reassure you he doesn't expect anything to happen.

"Oh look at those." you say excitedly, tugging him over to the jellyfish exhibit. He of course follows wherever you lead him, his hand firmly gripping yours.

"Here, let me take a picture." he offers, taking your phone and stepping back to get a good angle. You pose, and he swears he stops breathing when he sees your through the phone camera. He has to look at you above the device, mesmerised by how the blue hues reflect on your face.

"Genji? Have you taken the picture?"

[simp-is-here]

We’re back again with more

Obey Me Boy’s Thirsty Thoughts/ Scenarios

Warning: hella and I’m mean like EXTREMELY suggestive, LIKE BORDERLINE NSFW, kinda calling myself out once again, implied sex, mentions of: sex, making out, sexual acts, kinda somnophilia (consensual), bathtub sex, size kink, sub levi, sub mammon, sub simeon, aggressive hickeys, tail stuff, semi public, finger sucking

(I tried my best to make this gender neutral, please let me know if I messed up and I’ll try to correct my mistakes)

Let me just apologize in advance for if this is cringey, I very much tend to word stuff weirdly if I’m describing something sexual.

Lucifer-

So you and Lucifer are (doing the do?? Making love??? Schlonging?? Having sex?? Whatever makes you comfortable)

His wings suddenly sprout from his back

He pays no mind to them as he continues to make you feel good

While he’s kissing your collarbone you’re running your hand over the feathers of his wings and up his back where the wings meet

I think those wing would be so sensitive but he wouldn’t want to admit it

However little things in his body language would show that it has an effect on him

The tremble in his wings, the small intake of breath, the way he pulls you even tighter to him

He didn’t want to tell you, but he yearned for more. And you were more than willing to give him everything he wanted

Mammon-

Though he’s greedy, there’s nothing he’s more greedy for than your love

That love may be staying up late to study with him, or holding him close when the two of you finish a scary movie

But sometimes that love is what you’re doing right now, pulling on the strands of his hair trying to compose yourself as you take what you want from him

Guiding him to do exactly what you want, the exact thing he needs to do to make you feel good

He could get drunk off of the sounds you make, the way you looks, how much you trust him, how much control you have over him

And sometimes that love is when you’re spent and holding him, praising him for doing such a good job while his head is against your chest, the beating of your heart continues it’s fast pace as you try to catch your breath

There’s nothing he’s more greedy for than your love

Leviathan-

If you knew that cuddling and playing a game would lead to this, then you would’ve done so sooner

Levi was currently under you, his hands hiding his red face as you sit back up, wiping your mouth with a smirk

After some soft words you manage to uncover his face, kissing his lips once again while guiding his hands to your thighs

While your trace his bottom lip with your tongue you feel something slither around your waist, you look down to see his tail holding you tightly

Levi covered his face in embarrassment once again while unwrapping his tail from you, you grabbed one of his hands in time for him to see you trace your tongue up his tail to the tip

You guided his face back up to you and kissed him once again, his tail wrapping around your thighs and his fingers digging into your hips

He was in for a long night

Satan-

Being loud was never a problem before you met Satan, it wasn’t that any of your past lovers were bad, you just didn’t know you had this side of you

However sometimes it was a challenge whenever the two of you got intimate, you’d have to bite the back of your hand or put something in your mouth

Right now the two of you were beside Satan’s door, his thigh was between your legs while his mouth sucked marks onto your skin

Your hands were so preoccupied with holding him close that you didn’t realize you were letting out sounds until a knock at the door caused you to panic

He answers through the the door with a smirk, continuing to move you on his thigh. Watching as you try your best to be silent

You gasp at a certain angle to which he quickly covers your mouth with his hand, telling the person on the other side of the door that he just dropped a book

You open your mouth and guide his fingers into your mouth, Satan’s eyes widened as he forces a grunt back down his throat. He quickly shut down the conversation and shoved you towards his bed

You were in for it

Asmodeus-

One of the best things in your relationship with Asmo is when the two of you bathe together

It’s not always sexual, sometimes the two of you just wrap your bodies around one another, helping each other de-stress

This however was not one of those times, though it did start out as one. But the was your fingers gently scrubbed the strands of his hair, and the way his hand lathered the body wash on your thighs, occasionally rubbing close to where you yearned for his touch

The steam of the water seemed to grow thicker as his hands danced across your shining form, his legs straddling your thighs

Though you two exchanged soft kisses, your hands were desperate to satisfy the other

You both end and his hands grip your hair while yours hold his as close as possible, panting into each other’s mouth while tired kisses as given

The two of you make it back to his room and take a short break before you continue once again

Beelzebub-

While the two of you were eating on your bed you had dropped a glob of pudding onto your chest

Before you could wipe it up Beel leaned in and licked it clean, continuing to clean up any spots on you that had pudding on it

He guided your back onto your bed as he left kisses all over your neck and collarbone

Eventually he stopped just as his tooth has pressed against you skin, his reluctance was quickly overshadowed by the want he felt when you begged him to continue

He dove back into the crook of your neck and sucked whatever he could reach, occasionally biting you before soothing the bite with a kiss or a lick

He had gotten down your stomach, only stopped by the fabric of your pants covering you from him

He looked back at you and gazed over the dark marks decorating your skin, he wished he could feel guilt but the way you smiled up at him with a dazed look made him want to do this again

Belphegor-

Sex was not a major thing in your relationship, just something that occasionally happened

You both were in the attic room cuddling on the bed, his arms wrapped around your waist to hold you close

After a bit of self questioning you took his hand from your waist and lead it lower till it was between your legs

Belphie’s body tensed slightly before pulling you back to him, moving your bodies together as one through your clothes

His other hand which was under your neck gripped the sheets tightly as the movements got more desperate

After you both finished his body went limp against yours, twitching slightly from the intensity his body just felt

The zip of his pants was heard over the panting of breaths as he took himself out and guided himself into you, holding you close once again while pressing kisses to your shoulder

The two you fell asleep in each other’s arms, wanting no one to disturb this moment that hopefully would last forever

Diavolo-

So we all know how his demon form looks.

A personal headcanon of mine is that all the demons in there demon forms they grow bigger

Now imagine while the two of you are alone with you pressed against the wall his demon form comes out

When you open your eyes again you see this 7ft (personal headcanon) demon towering over you

The way his large body wraps around you to bring you to his bed

(Let’s just say his height isn’t the only thing that grows)

Barbatos-

Barbatos isn’t one to show a lot of emotion. Even though you’re his lover he still doesn’t show that much

While the two of you are in bed together he still appears to be well composed like always with occasional low grunts here and there

After awhile of not being able to see each other due to busy schedules and the demon brothers antics you both finally got some time alone with one another

You had hoped that maybe just maybe the time apart would show something of how he’s feeling, or how you make him feel

After a physically satisfying night together you woke up to his side of the bed being empty, a glass of water and a note explaining that he’s gone to do his tasks of the day was beside you on the table

You sighed and leaned back on the bed only to get poked by something, turning around you realize the frame where his hand was holding onto last night was completely destroyed

You replayed in your mind how oddly he was acting last night and now you understood why

A sense of pride overtook you at the realization that he had broken the bed frame trying to hold himself back

Simeon-

You just know that his skin feels like flower petals

So after the two of you *cough cough* you’re lying in bed together

Legs intertwined as he softly snores beside you

You just can’t help but run your hand over his skin, the soft feeling of it under your fingertips

He wakes up from the feeling of you and you both lay there and leave soft kisses on the others lips

You drag your fingers down his back, applying slight pressure with your nails which causes a soft groan from him

Your kisses become more heated as you raise his thigh so his legs are wrapped around you once again

Solomon-

This is definitely not where you thought you’d end up when Solomon offered to teach you

At first it started out simple, you’d be reading the book on the table and he’d come up behind you, leaning to see what you were reading while his hand was on your lower stomach

Eventually he started kissing from your shoulder to your ear, his hand grasping yours on the table.

With your mind officially distracted from the book you turned around, letting him push your shoulders down slowly till you were on your knees in front of him

His gasps echoed throughout the room while his hand gripped the back of your neck tightly, trying to guide you

He let out a moan when he finished (I’m not really questioning what I’m doing with life 🤣) stroking your cheek as he tried to catch his breath

He pulled you back to your feet and kissed you passionately before pushing you onto the table

Time for him to return the favour

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[420days]

BIRTHDAY SEX | ROMAN REIGNS

Summary: the title says it all tbh…

Warnings: Smutttt

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to Monae ! Happy birthday to you!” The waiters sung as Monae smiled across the table at her husband of seven years.

All weekend he’s done nothing but spoil her. Whether it be a brand new Chanel purse, a soothing massage, or the brand new black body KIA K5 with the red interior she’s been yearning for.

They were now seated in one of the best seafood restaurants in Chile enjoying each others company.

“Thank you guys.” She smiled as she saved the video to her phone and looked at the chocolate dessert in front of her.

“You must want me to cry again.”

“Never that love. I just have to show you how much I love you. With all you do for me and the kids. Holding the house down when I’m on the road and treating me like a king all the time. I gotta do the same for my queen.” He looked her in her eyes meaning every word.

When he meet Monae nine years ago he had no idea he was going to fall for her so fast. She was everything he wanted in a woman from her looks to her personality. He knew instantly he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her bad here they were nine years later, married with four kids.

“You’re so sweet. I love you.” She leaned over the table to place a kiss on his lips which he returned.

“I can’t believe I’m thirty three. We’re getting old babe. You’re all gray and everything.” She joked making him shake his head.

She absolutely loved the gray in his beard. It was something about it that made him look extra sexy and she couldn’t get enough of it. Joe on the other hand preferred to dye it and prevent himself from looking older.

“That’s cause you love this shit. I keep it like this for you.” He told her and she bite her lip in response.

“It adds to your sexiness.” She gripped his chin and leaned over the table so their faces were close together.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mmmh.” She nodded her head, never breaking eye contact with him. It was no lie the drinks were getting to her and once it was in her system it made her feel some type of way.

“Finish your dessert.” He mumbled already knowing what type of time she was on. He knew exactly how they got when they both had liquor in their systems.

The sexual tension was high as she finished her dessert, savoring each scoop of vanilla ice cream as she licked it off the spoon.

When she finished Joe payed the bill and waited for the driver to bring them to the hotel. In the car they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Joe gripped his wife’s behind caressing it in his large hand as she smiled up at him with lust in her eyes, stealing kisses from him every now and then.

From the time they stepped foot in their luxury hotel suite it was on. Joe instantly stripped her of her dressed and pulled her thong to the side. Hoisting her into the he pinned her against the wall and immediately went to work.

“Mmh, fuck.” She moaned as his warm mouth attached to her vagina and began eating her out.

“You like that? Daddy’s making you feel good?” He spoke against her allowing all the vibrations to run through her body.

“Yes, you’re making me feel so good. Keep going, just like that.” She moaned into his ear, giving him the reassurance he needed.

It didn’t take long for her to cum all over his tongue and he savored every drop of it. His licking and slurping made her wetter by the second.

“Fuckkk— I love you.” She managed to get out as he slipped inside of her began pounding her up and down on his dick. He knew his wife’s body like the back of his hand and loved being in control of it. She was submissive to him because he deserved it. He could do whatever he wanted with her body because she trusted him that much.

“I love you too baby. Look at you wetting me up.” He created space between them, allowing her to look down and see her fluids that coated his dick.

“Hmm, you feel so good. I promise you’re the only one who makes me feel way.” She moaned.

“That’s how it better be. I’d hate to have to show you that I don’t play about you.” He gripped her neck and stuck his tongue in her mouth. The two of them fought for dominance as Monae came to her climax.

“I’m gonna cum baby.” She told him as she sunk her nails into his shoulder bracing herself.

“Go ahead, I got you.”

That was all she need to hear befor she released her fluids all over him and tried to catch her breath.

“Damn baby, don’t do that.” He hissed as she squeezed around him, releasing as much as she could.

“I can’t help it. She loves you too damn much.” She whispered against his lips making him smile as he carried her out to the balcony.

“Bend over.” He told her and immediately she did. She didn’t care that they were eight floors up and her head was spinning. She knew her man had her.

“Always so fucking wet.” He lined up with her opening before slamming inside of her, gripping her waist to hold her in place.

“Babe, hold on.” She held her hand out trying to adjust to him. You’d think after nine years she’d be used to him but the experience was different every time.

“Nah, don’t do that. You can handle it baby. I know you can.” He spoke softly as he grabbed her hand and used it as leverage to pound in and out of her.

“Mmmh, right there.” She moaned while arching her back, throwing it back on him just the way he liked it. She rested her face on the banister of the balcony and took all that he was giving her. In the nine years they’ve been tightest this was definitely one of the best birthdays she ever had.

“Babe.” She called out feeing her legs go numb but he already knew what time it was. He let go of her hand and used his strong arm to hold her body up a she pleasured her. He was so close to cumming and knew she was too.

“Shhh, I got you. You about to cum baby?” He asked as he gripped her hair and pulled her body closer to his. All Monae could do was nodded her head as tears rolled down her face. Her body was going into overdrive for this man and she loved every second of it.

“Mmhmm.” She nodded her head.

“Go ahead, I got you.” His words were like music to her ears because instantly she released all over him and he followed suit emptying all he could inside of her.

“Oh my god.” She breathed out as he held her body and moved her way from the balcony, lifting her into his arms so he could carry her back to the bedroom.

“Happy birthday baby.” He kisses her lips.

[ellaa-writes]

Can we get creepy x obsessed konig? Plsssss I love your Beast within series

My favourite type of König, this would be my pleasure. Somebody come get this nasty old man.

cw; stalking, slight somno, dubcon, 18+ MDNI

He couldn't help himself, it's really your fault. He was just trying to do his job, but then you came walking in. So small and jiggly in all the right places.

He tried to ignore you, focus on the task at hand but his eyes kept drifting in your direction.

He didn't mean to follow you home that night and every night since. Watching as you moved throughout your home, and as soon as the light went out he was right inside.

Watching your pretty face while you slept, the way your lips would curl and uncurl. Your soft legs peeking out from under the covers. Your barely there panties teasing him, begging him to push his nose right into your needy slit.

He couldn't be the monster lurking in the shadows anymore. He needed to own you, possess you. So he made a plan.

When he saw your little body walking towards him in the grocery store he couldn't help that he was so much taller and bigger. Stepping into your path and causing you to run right into him.

Cursing yourself for being so clumsy, König's hands all over your body helping to set you right on your feet. You apologized and offered to buy him a coffee across the street.

He helped you load your groceries into your car and walked you across to the small little coffee shop. Of course he wasn't going to let you pay, tapping his card before you could dig out the cash.

Herding you to a small table, his big hand pressed to the small of your back. Letting his fingers dance dangerously close to your ass.

All you could do is stare at this mountain of a man in front of you, thanking him for the coffee and apologizing again.

Him telling you he'd forgive and forget if you'd let him take you on a date. So you agreed, it's been ages since someone as handsome as him asked you out.

The night of the date you realized you didn't have his number and didn't give him your address but that didn't stop him from showing up at your door. Ushering you into his car, arriving at a cute and quiet restaurant. A reserved table in the back, for some privacy.

You looked so cute in your dress, self conscious that one of your nipples would pop out. König hoping they would, his hard cock pushing uncomfortably against the front of his pants. You didn't mind when he filled glass after glass of wine.

And when he took you home, you couldn't help but invite him inside. You think it was the wine, but you let him guide you to your bedroom. Confused on how he knew which door was yours but forgetting once he had you on the bed. Legs spread wide for him as he pushed your panties to the side.

You felt off, a little tingly and numb. You were having trouble lifting your head to watch has König ravished your pussy like a starved man. His wide tongue spreading your glistening folds. His lips sucking at your bud and his thick fingers pumping in and out of you.

He pulled orgasm after orgasm from your shakey body, legs trembling under his touch. He need to get his cock in you but he wanted need another orgasm from you, pushing in a fourth finger, making sure you were ready for him.

As you spilled over the edge once again, König rose from your pussy. Shoving his pants down quick not bothering taking them off. He couldn't waste anymore time, lining his needy cock up with your slick hole. He should be gentle and kind but he's neither. So he rammed right into home, your hungry pussy greedily swallowing him whole.

You could hear your moans mixed with his grunting. The sound of your head board banging off the wall, the legs to your bed scraping along the floor. König was giving you his all, not letting up one bit.

Not until he reached his peak and spilled inside of you. Painting your pussy as his, only his.

[crimsoncandy04]

hii omg out of curiosity... could u do a scara with a bratty virgin reader who teases him too much thinking she can get away with it. if that suits ur tastes that is 😊😊

Of course! I may not fit the entire idea of a brat myself, but I've been told I can act a little cunty now and then so I think I can do this one fairly well.

Scaramouche was just another annoying superior you had to obey. All the harbingers were pretty much the same in the aspect that they viewed YOU as lesser than. Which technically you were by law of Snezhnaya but that wasn't YOUR fault. You were only stuck working as a subordinate for the height deficient harbinger called The Balladeer because your stupid slut mother had gambled away a HUGE loan while she was pregnant with you and instead of taking responsibility, she fled the country and hadn't been seen since you were like 6.

But the fatui weren't just going to forgive a debt that large simply because of a disappearance. No.

A group of fatuus soldiers had knocked on your grandparents door one day, led by Scaramouche. They were given three options.

1: Pay off their daughter's debts.

2: Die.

Or three...

"Give the oldest girl over and have her work it off in her mother's name." Was what the pretty faced yet slick tongued bastard had said.

Your grandparents had recently been put in charge of your half brother too as authorities had taken him from your mother's home due to excessive drug use on her part. He was just a little kid, barely 4. YOU on the other hand were now a young lady. A young adult.

He needed your grandparents.

You had had a wonderful childhood already.

And so you bowed your head and agreed to go back with The Balladeer and his cronies to the fatui headquarters and officially join the ranks.

It wasn't that bad actually. Scaramouche didn't actually seem to care or not if you didn't do your job. But you were clearly the only exception as you often watched him treat others with a cruelty that bordered on ruthlessness.

Not that it was your problem.

You often sauntered into his office late at night to chat with him. Not that he ever stopped you.

"Hey Scara what's up? Ugh you really should get better lighting here. It looks so ominous!" You bitched as you hopped up onto the edge of his rather grand looking desk and looked down at him while he worked.

"Hey let's hang out for a bit! That stuff is just boring work things anyway! I never do mine!"

He grunts.

"I know."

You pouted as you tried to scoot a little closer to him.

"ugh you're so lame today! And here I thought a harbinger as mighty as yourself could multi-task easily! It appears I was mistaken!"

Scaramouche rolled his eyes at your behavior.

"leave. I'm busy right now."

You were feeling agitated now.

"no! I've been waiting all day to hang out and now you're ignoring me!?" You turn completely around so your legs fell over on his side of the desk now. Crossing my arms as I stubbornly stand my ground.

"I'm not moving until you at least look at me you stupid meanie!" You whined.

The pen in Scaramouche's hands suddenly snapped in half. Ink splashing across the tabletop caught your attention.

"I said leave."

"make me!* You stick out your tongue and pout even more at his tone.

"it's not like you're actually gonna punish me for being here like anyone else! Stop being such a big meanie!"

Suddenly his hand was around your throat.

"Is that what you tell yourself bitch? How amusing." He squeezed your neck. Just enough to make you dizzy as you felt Scaramouche rip open the front of your buttoned white blouse.

His eyes quickly looked you over with a predatory hunger.

"you're alright I guess. For a human anyway. You'll do."

You squeak in terror as he tears off your bra next. Gently running his fingertips across your nipples and causing them to harden. as your breath hitches in your throat, you feel an unfamiliar warmth in your panties at the sensation.

He then shoved you back onto the table top.

"h-hey what are you doing? Stop this at once!" You squeak anxiously. Being almost frozen in fear as you feel Scaramouche roughly lift up your shirt and expose your panties to his smug looking gaze.

"what? Not so tough now that you finally realize how insignificant you are?"

He traces the outline of your wet slit through the dampened fabric.

"how pathetic. Acting all bold and yet you're already shaking and getting excited before I've even touched you."

Scaramouche easily tears away the delicate fabric as he spreads your knees wide for him. He kneels down and closely takes in the sight of your exposed sex. Gently pulling your folds open to give him a better look at you.

You feel his cool breath against your inner labia as you begin to tremble.

Finally something clicks for him.

"oh? I see you've never been had yet. It's almost funny Y/N, at your age? Seriously? What?"

He pinched your clit softly

"too shy?" His raspy tone bordered on a seductive growl as you feel him rub little circles on your pleasure nub.

"ugh it's not like I haven't had chances before! I just didn't care for anyone enough to want to do that stuff!"

Your words were met with a jeering cackle as Scaramouche simply sighed and slowly began to ease two fingers into your unbroken entrance.

A strong ache filled your body as you moaned softly and saw blood drip onto his palm as you struggled to raise your head and see what he was doing at first.

Immediately he shoved your head back down and kept a firm grasp on your throat.

"stay still sweetheart. If you don't relax, it's going to be excruciating."

You felt him begin to slowly start thrusting his fingers in and out of your tight pussy. Successfully popping your cherry as you blushed deeply and tried to muffle your cries using your hands.

He leans down and gives your clit a gentle lick next. Teasing you now as you whimper at the new feeling. More warmth filling your lower abdomen as you feel your legs tremble while Scaramouche continued to lap at your untouched bud. Deliberately trying to draw out the strange rising feeling in your tummy. You cry a little as you finally dare speak.

"Please... stop this... I'll pee!" You wail pitifully as his eyes took on a seductive look.

"That's not what's about to happen sweetie ~ don't worry, you're about to feel really good, I promise ~"

He released your upper body and began to focus more on stimulating your tight cunt as he fingered your sensitive walls and continued to gently suck on your clit. Giving it a little bite now and then that made your legs tremble.

Finally you feel your lower abdomen tighten. Your insides pulse as you feel yourself squirt. Scaramouche swallows every drop almost eagerly as he continues to tongue fuck you through your orgasm.

Only when you lay breathless and exhausted upon the table before him, does he finally free his rather large cock from the confines of his shorts, pressing the tip teasingly at your entrance.

"You were all bark just an hour ago bitch. Now you're just a whimpering mess. What happened?"

You felt Scaramouche slide his dick into your pussy then. The thickness stretching you beyond capacity as you wince and feel yourself whine a little.

"Do you realize your place now cunt? Maybe this will teach you to talk with a little more respect towards your superiors."

He began to slowly thrust into you then. Your oversensitive cunt spasming with every thrust as you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.

Scaramouche leaned down to steal a kiss too. Shoving his tongue into your mouth as you held onto him. Swallowing up your cute and girlish moans of pleasure and pain as you dug your nails into his back and felt him quicken his pace.

He fucked against your cervix as he continued to press your knees upwards more as he got closer to finishing. Bringing your knees practically beside your head as he got a little rougher then. Forcing you into a sick mating press position as he claimed your virgin womb for himself.

Scaramouche groaned and bit your bottom lip a little as you felt him pour his hot seed into you after what felt like the longest hour of your life. His sadistic smirk widened as he pulled out of your bloody cum filled cunt.

"This will be your new job from now on. Don't bother refusing. You still owe me a debt. " He stuck his fingers in your dripping depths again.

"however, keep being as obedient as you were tonight and this sweet cunt might just pay it off sooner than you think."

[hayatoseyepatch]

𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓:Narumi was a very possessive man, so when he sees you and Hoshina getting along a bit too well, he decides to show you both just who it is you go home to every night. 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗:Gen Narumi (Kaiju No. 8) 𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙:1.3k 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘:Fem!ReaderxNarumi.⚠️NSFW Dark Content⚠️. 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:Exhibitionism, filming with the intent to send, oral (m!receiving), masturbation, face fucking, praise, possessive behavior, slight manga spoilers, slight mentions of implied Hoshina x Narumi, facial.

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊:I'm obsessed with these two fighting over reader. So I absolutely had to do a flip of the Hoshina one from last week oops. (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑ I'm not gonna lie, of all of the fics I've written this one was definitely my favorite and the most fun to do. (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ I hope you enjoy! The full masterlist for my kinktober can be found here.

 “Gods, baby, look so fucken pretty like this”

Narumi purred, the sight of you settled on your knees between his thighs practically had his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Reaching down, he delicately brushes your hair from your face, giving him, and the camera, full view of your beautiful face inches away from his covered cock. He could feel himself throbbing against the confines of his uniform, cock in desperate need of attention. He had never been so hard in his life. You looking so gorgeous on your knees for him coupled with the idea that Hoshina would be watching him claim you so absolutely sending him into a fit of need.

Narumi was a very possessive man, after spending so long on his own, he was very possessive of the one person he decided to spend his life with. You showed Narumi affection, even the slightest amount in the beginning, and he was smitten. He never knew how much he craved someone by his side, never imagined being so in need of your affection, and never hoped anyone would love him the way you did. So upon seeing you getting so cozy with that rotten bowl-cut jerk with their most recent visit to the first division, he knew he needed to very explicitly show him just who your heart (and your body) belonged to in the form of a nice little video he would send to him at the end of the night.

He groaned as you looked up at him and effectively the camera once more hands trailing up his body until you reached the top of his uniform’s zipper. Angling the camera to show the exposure of his body as you drug down the zipper, toned from years of training and being a captain. Throwing his head back as your hand comes in contact with his cock, now only separated by the thin material of his underwear. A shiver running up his thigh as you tease him rubbing him through the fabric, going as far as to lean forward, kissing the tip of his covered cock. A deep groan rumbles in his chest overcompensating for the whimper that threatened to escape, knowing Hoshina would more than tease him for being reduced to a whiny bitch for his girlfriend, unsure why the idea of that made his cock twitch.

“Go on baby, it’s all yours… take it.” He cooed, a desperate edge to the tone of his voice.

You lick your lips, deft fingers pulling Narumi from his underwear, showing off his cock to the camera. Placing a wet kiss to his tip, making a show of kitten licking his tip, collecting the precum that had bubbled over on your tongue and showing it to not only the lens but to Narumi, catching the muffled ‘fuck’ that is mumbled under his breath at the sight. You were more teasing in your movements, missing the way Narumi would have been whining by now, pleading for you to stop teasing him. Especially, when you flattened your tongue licking up the length of his shaft, pressing specifically on the sensitive vein that ran along the underside. The most you got from him was a shiver and a shuddering breath, it seemed like you weren't the only one putting on a show for the camera.

Tour tongue circles the mushroom tip of his cock, paying special attention to the stretch of skin at the underside, knowing that was where he was most sensitive. Your efforts are rewarded with a throaty groan, Narumi’s head being thrown back, the hand not holding his phone finding purchase in your hair. He tried so desperately not to buck his hips upward, his body was always so responsive to you. As you kept your attention to that spot, however, he couldn’t help it. A whine escaping his lips, need coating his voice as he spoke.

“Fuck, baby girl, stop teasing.. need to feel more of your mouth bunny.”

Despite how wrecked he sounded, you were the one who felt destroyed, his words and the tone he spoke them in going straight to your cunt. Giving in to his request you sink your mouth on him, the groan he lets out has you whimpering around his cock. Unable to help it you let your own fingers slide past the waistband of your panties, the pads of your fingers finding your clit. Drawing circles on your sensitive nub as you begin to bob your head up and down the length of his cock.

“Fuck, bunny, are you playing with your cunt? That’s so fucking hot, you’re so fucking hot.”

He groaned, the thought that you gained pleasure from pleasuring him making his cock throb within the confines of your mouth. The vibrations of your moans against his cock had Narumi losing control, hips bucking up into your face. Fist gripping your hair still to force you to take more of him into your waiting throat. Narumi’s rough treatment has you picking up the speed of your fingers. Tears spilling past your lashes obscene noises of the ‘shlick’ of his cock entering and exiting your mouth coupled with both of your moans. Your hips ground down on your fingertips, corners of your vision going white as your pleasure builds, drool dripping down your chin and down your neck. You were sure you looked absolutely destroyed, but it only managed to spur him on.

“Gonna fuck that cute little throat baby, want to feel my cock in the back of your throat baby? That what you want?” He asks, groaning out his words, coated in pleasure. “Go ahead baby keep playing with that pretty pussy while I fuck your face, want you to cum with me yeah?”

His words were filthy, spoken in a breathy timbre as he felt his high approaching. You were just a step ahead of him, fingers trembling against your sex, moaning pathetically around the cock that was fucking the back of your throat. Your throat contracting around him, body wracking with sobs as you came, hips bucking into your own touch. The thought that you just came while sucking his dick sent Narumi over the edge. Pulling you off his cock with a ‘pop’ using his grip on your locks as leverage to do so. He was quick to move his hand to his cock. Grinning at the way you loll your tongue out of your mouth, lips parted wide as his hand jerked off his cock. Head thrown back as his hips jerk, fucking his fist, cumming with a loud cry of your name. Eyes rolled back as he paints your lips, face, and tongue with his cum. The phone picks up on the shuddering breaths as he comes down from his high

“Alright, Hoshi” He taunts, using the nickname he knew he hated. “If you’ll excuse me I gotta eat my girl's pussy until she paints my face, hope you liked the show pookie.”

Sticking out his tongue with a raise of his middle finger, he ends the video, sending him the text before tossing his phone to the side. Intending to make good on his words and ignore his phone for the remainder of the evening.

Bonus:

Hoshina’s heavy breaths fill the confined space of his office. In one hand was his phone, eyes glued to the device, watching the way you took Narumi down your throat. The other hand occupied with pumping his own cock. Cheeks painted red, half of him feeling so pathetic to be jerking off to a video that was certainly sent only to show that you could never be his. But on the other hand, surely you both wouldn’t have sent him this if you didn’t want him to watch it. His head was tossed back, biting the collar of his jacket to muffle his cries as he came, cum painting the screen of his phone just as it ended on Narumi’s smug face. Feeling so conflicted, not knowing if he wanted to steal you for himself, or be wedged between you both. He blamed the racing of his heart on the fact that he just came and not on the polarizing feeling blooming in his chest.

“That motherfucker.”

𝕯𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖇𝖞 @/𝖈𝖆𝖋𝖊𝖐𝖎𝖙𝖘𝖚𝖓𝖊 & @/𝖘𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖎𝖐𝖆-𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖘.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: @pixelcafe-network @interstellar-inn @littleplantfreak @maruflix @umemiaa @stunies @eevees-hobbies @143-ilyuu @uzxotic @princesstiti14 (𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖋𝖗𝖊𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙/𝖉𝖒/𝖆𝖘𝖐 𝖎𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖆𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖗 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖎𝖈𝖘) (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ.ﾟ

[yanderestarangel]

HEADKANONS MK1 | "𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐁𝐎 𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋" - 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 + 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐊 

TW: afab anatomy, v!sex, blowjob, handjob, anal sex, aggressive sex, himbo/bimbo reader, praise, degradation, ftm reader, objectification, dumbification, rec!sex.

JOHNNY CAGE, KENSHI, LIU KANG, SHANG TSUNG, RAIN.

He'll beg you to give him a handjob, with your new nails, which he bought himself. He loves to spoil you - he pays everything for you, like a man in need of attention and love who will do everything to make you as beautiful as possible just to fuck you and make him his own, showing you off like a damn luxury doll.

"-I love your small, soft hands on my dick baby boy." He would moan between cuts, while you smeared your hands with his cum, teasing him even more, massaging the fat, shiny head of his dick, he feels so squeamish when you deny him an orgasm - he even promises to buy you everything you want, just to feel your hands or beautiful mouth on his pulsing member.

"-Hmmph- I'll do it all baby- just be daddy's handsome himbo and make me cum- oh yes yes! Just like that, such a handsome boy- I'll buy whatever you want fuuck!-"

But when he takes control again, he destroys you, fucking you mercilessly over and over again, without any protection on his shaft - which was already totally dirty from him having cum once or twice inside your holes - you could feel his cum running down between your ass cheeks, and he would take the opportunity to fuck your second hole too, alternating his cock between your cunt and ass, forcing your legs to open and thrust into you with even more force than before, until you were overstimulated and crying, begging and babbling about him stopping... But he wouldn't.

"-I could never resist stuffing my perfect little toy."

RAIDEN, BI HAN, HAVIK, REIKO, SHAO KHAN.

He would fuck you everywhere he could, lifting you into his strong arms, ripping off your wet panties, slapping your ass hard and lifting the thin fabric of the mini skirt you were wearing - just to tease him - he loves it when you play dirty with him, just to get him to fuck you until you're leaking with his cum through your pussy.

"-That's what you wanted, wasn't it, pretty boy? Just to be fucked by my dick and become even dumber?" He growled as he shoved his thick length into your cunt, making you arch your back and buck up even more for him.

"-This is how a little thing like you needs to be fucked, this is what you deserve for being such a tease..." His balls hit your clit, while your thighs trembled from the intensity of the violent jerk, he just wants to make sure that you be a fucking, crying mess when he's completely done with you - he'll also fuck you in front of any minimally mirrored surface, showing you how beautiful you look with his dick directly dipped in your pussy, you could see your makeup starting becoming blurred by the tears of pleasure that fell as his dick hit your core tirelessly.

"-Look at yourself my little whore, you're just a pretty boy with a cute pussy- oh fuck I really am lucky to have such a good slut like you." He held your hair tightly, as he once again emptied his hot seed into your wetness, making you tremble and moan his name uncontrollably. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your neck as his fingers traced lazy circles around your swollen clit.

"-I bet you're already wet again, let's just see how much you can cum today."

TOMAS VRBADA, KUAI LIANG, SYZOTH, GERAS.

He loves looking at your pretty face, especially if you're on your knees worshiping his dick on your glossy lips, he loves the warm feeling of your tongue passing over his every sensitive beam, focusing only on the fat tears that flow from your eyes as he you struggled to get his entire length down your throat.

"-Come on boy doll, just be a good boy and swallow my dick..." He moaned hoarsely, holding your head with both hands, his balls hit your chin repeatedly, dirtying you both, you moaned needily against his dick, he knew how much you wanted to cum, how much you needed his cock inside you, but he wanted to first fuck you until you couldn’t scream anymore.

"-You take everything so well, taking me like a good boy." He slaps your face with his throbbing cock, wet with your saliva, watching you beg for more, beg to be fucked even harder by him.

"-You liked that, didn't you, baby? You love it when I take control... You're such a perfect prince for me, fuck I can't wait to see how tight you are after that blowjob." He grabbed you roughly, opening your thighs under the hardest surface he could see, your pussy was looking for contact, the shiny and sensitive flesh just from having sucked his dick made him lose complete control.

"-Beg me to fuck you like the pathetic bitch you are." He'll record every reaction you make with his dick inside you, showering you with dirty praise as you enjoy yourself on top of his dick, with your thighs shaking and your body slowly going out of control.

"-Look at the camera dear boy, me let me see your pretty face while you cum like a dirty slut-"

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

[tiredfox64]

I HAVE BEEN HIT WITH A VISION FROM THE ELDER GODS!

You can see from miles away that Bi Han is touch starved as hellll, im talking STARVING.... so I honestly see that man just feeling turned on from simple kisses. Like, 1 min of kisses, BAM, ready to go! I feel like that intimacy may get him going, since thats a rare thing in his life

This isn't a request for a fic ( unless you want it to be 👀 ) but I am obsessed with Bi Han and I just realised this while drinking my coffee this morning

Just Some Kisses

Prior notes: I fuck with your vision! So I did something short cause how could I not work with that even though this was not originally a request.

Pairing: Bi-Han x Gn reader

Warnings ‼️: Suggestive hehe

You were feeling extra lovey today. Just the sight of your boyfriend made you all giggly and your heart warm up like a cast iron on a hot Arizona day in July. Okay, maybe not that hot but you get the picture. Fresh baked cookies kind of warm. Yeah, that’s better.

You were practically skipping over to Bi-Han’s office where you strolled in all innocently. He didn’t look up but he knew it was you walking in. Usually you would sit next to him or anywhere else in his office when you came to spend time with him. Nope. Today was different. Your seat would be Bi-Han himself.

You came closer to Bi-Han and started straddling his lap. You caught him by surprise. This was the first time you ever did this. He’s not complaining surprisingly.

He was about to question you until he felt your lips on his face. All over his face actually. You were leaving kisses wherever you could as you held his face in a loving manner. His cheeks, forehead, nose, chin, even neck. You didn’t see it but Bi-Han was starting to blush. Awww he likes it.

He didn’t know what to do with his hand. No one has ever done this to him or given him this much attention. His hands were gripping the arms of his chair while you were kissing his neck. You heard him make a low growling noise that you took as a sign of delight. You were right but he was also struggling to contain himself.

When you started making out with him that was the hardest part for Bi-Han. Feeling your soft lips against his was pleasurable torture especially once you slipped your tongue into his mouth. Your hands were feeling him up. One hand was sliding down his chest while the other went to his hair, letting his hair down from its once tight bun. Damn! This felt too fantastic for him. Your fingers running through his hair was the final nail in the coffin. You felt his hands grab onto you and squeezed you gently. He let out a groan before tearing his face away from you.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?” You asked innocently.

Oh you sure did do something.

Bi-Han pushed you down on his lap more and you finally felt his hard on. How the heck did you miss his bulge?! You saw how embarrassed Bi-Han was. He was all hot and bothered, not very used to being kissed, touched, and loved this much. You didn’t even mean to get him started like this. The man was really struggling to hold himself back. He froze the arms of the chair trying to contain himself. But now that you know…ah fuck it!

With one arm he picked you up while the other arm swept his desk clean of anything. Every paper and writing utensil fell to the ground. He placed you on his desk, pressing himself against you. Now you’re the priority. The work can wait, he can’t. He’s all horned up and ready to go! Don’t make him wait any longer after you teased him like that.

You didn’t even mean it but okay, go off I guess.

Well, hope you have fun—oh my gosh

Oh damn is he gonna pay to fix your clothes?

Wow, i didn’t know you were that flexible!

I’ve never seen that position before WHEN DID HE LEARN THAT?!

You two are making a lot of noise…oh…he wants that…cool.

The desk is squeaking HAVE SOME MERCY!

Woah! Alright! That’s a lot that came out!

You uh…you need a tissue? Or some Bounty paper towels? A towel actually?

He definitely was touched starved, ohhh mighty.

After notes: You spat this vision out at me. I’m more of a tea vision kind of person but coffee visions work too.

[blingblong55]

Good girl behaviour -Simon 'Ghost' Riley NSFW

Based on a request:

God I need Ghost to fuck the reader out of jealousy, but denying every fucking orgasm, and when the reader apologies for flirting with someone to have his attention, he says "Apologizing now won't give you an orgasm little bitch"

F!Reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, jealous!Ghost, denied!orgasm, rough!sex, fingering, dom!Ghost, degrading, oral!sex, establish!relationship

You have been needy all day, you wore the pretty little skirt he likes but still, he didn't pay attention to you. You wore the shirt that shows your cleavage best and still, he didn't pay any sort of attention to you. That was until you two went to the market, he wandered whilst you talked to the man in the aisle, moving certain ways which made him notice your body more. Your voice so soft and innocent, "can you reach for that, im not as tall as you~" you get on your tiptoes to demonstare and thats when Simon comes in, grabbing the item and walking away with you, his arm snaked around your hip.

At home, he fingered you too much and each time he knew you were close, he would slap your tits and stop. Three orgasms were denied and by some point, he had you on your knees. A collar around your neck, leash on his hand as he watched you whimper. "Don't act innocent, R/N." he tightened his grip on the leash, choking you more. You give him a pouty lip, and you knew best, no brats were allowed in his bed. "You're nothing but a useless cum slut, R/N." he spits out. You whimper once more and he slaps you lightly and chokes you with his hand.

"You know I won't let you cum for what you did back in the market, sluts like you are worthless and don't deserve to cum, especially when they know getting fucked by me is a privilege." Your eyes pleading for any form of release, your pussy against his boot, the aching clit of yours screaming for him to fuck you. But that is how he is, training you to be the ideal cum slut for him. "Do you think I'm going to give you want you to want when you whimper?" he chuckles and cups your face, "My love, this is not how it works, not one bit, my darling," his voice smooth as silk.

"If you want to apologise, use that mouth for good," he says and you pout more. He grabs one of your tits and licks the already hard and sensitive nipple. Your piercing occasionally gets moved around in his tongue. You moan and squirm only for him to stop and get up. "Simon-"

"No, I'm not entertaining an orgasm for you and you better stay there like the good girl you are."

Minutes later, he comes back, cuffs in one hand whilst the other holds his drink. He sits down, "Make me cum first and I'll maybe think about fucking you." he unzips his trousers and you knew the drill by now. So, you reach for his cock, taking it out and before even daring to let your lips touch it, you look up at him. "Do it, darling." he nods and your tongue licks his tip.

Soon enough, he fists your hair, pushing you deep, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You gag and drool all over his shaft, your throat a guaranteed soreness for tomorrow. The stickiness of his body mixing with yours. He pulls his cock out, letting you breathe, "You're doing so well my darling, but take me like the cum slut you are, don't want to disappoint me now, do you?" You shake your head and he smiles, a soft kiss on your forehead and he goes back to that fucking you.

You mascara running down your cheeks, he wipes them off, "you're being so obedient, my love." he whispers as you continue to get throat fucked by his massive cock. You gag more, the wet noises filling the bedrom, your red tits getting abused by his constant slaps. He then chokes you, adoring how you gagged more on his cock and the feeling it gave him bringing him more pleasure. Once he begins to cum inside of you, he slows the thrusts and pulls his cock out of your mouth.

The white and stickiness of his seed falling down your face like drool. And before you can react, he grabs your hips, and with a desperate move, he slams you on the bed. Your back on the soft blanket, your thighs on his sides as he removes your panties, two fingers inside of you before he begins to eat you out. His tongue already savouring your juices, your clit swollen and ready to be fucked and pleased. "Beg me to suck on this precious clit, darling." he looks at you, you are already a mess and can only nod. He slaps your pussy, "I said beg, bitch," voice low with a growl. "Suck my clit, please, I need it, please~" your eyes shut.

His tongue and mouth bring you waves of pleasure, "cum for me, sweet girl." once more being soft to you. Your clit is beautifully pleased by him, and your body reacts towards the need that you have to finally cum. "Cum, please, I need my little doll to cum." he coos. A knot in your stomach, your fingers gripping the bedsheet underneath, your moans loud, too loud it makes them sound very pornographic. "Say you belong to me," he demands. You look at him, eyes almost unfocused from the incoming orgasm, "i belong to you!" you say between moans and whimpers.

"Fuck!" you cry, your legs feeling weak, his mouth not stopping. And then you let out a gasp, your eyes shut and you finally have your much-needed orgasm.

Your slick coating his lips and tongue. He licks his lips, and looks at you, eyes soft but still with that grin like the devil. "My my," he lays next to you, arms wrapping around you, "You did such a good job, my sweetness," he whispers as he kisses your forehead, a blanket covering your delicate body. "You are my life," he kisses your forehead again. "You belong to me, don't you, R/N?" his calloused hands caressing your soft skin. "Yes," you kiss his hand and he smiles. "Good, that's good my girl."

@liyanahelena @urmajestyzel @karurururu @hope-3429 @ghostslillady @alxexhearts @muffinsncoffee

[prodbymaui]

My Kind Of Love

spit in my mouth while you turn me on

PAIRING: mark lee x reader

GENRE: the idol

WORD COUNT: 1.5k words

WARNINGS: ice play, oral sex, spit kink, cum eating, slight voyeurism (ig?)

SYNOPSIS: You had an extra time after your photoshoot. What's a more worth it way of spending it other than visiting your favorite producer, Mark?

A/N: inspired by one of 'the idol' scenes where lily wears a red robe and somewhat seduces abel. enjoy reading!

SONG: One Of The Girls by The Weeknd, Jennie, Lily Rose-Depp

A click, and the pleasantly smooth sensual melody begins to fill the entirety of the recording room. Mark hums, nodding his head in the flow of the beat, elbow resting on the armchair as his forefinger ghosts over his lips. His fingers taps against the table, mind running as he searches for parts to improve.

Not even finished listening to the verse that he just worked on, Mark's hand hovers above the keyboard once again, quickly adjusting and adding what he thought the song lacks.

This needs a few more layers, Mark thinks. So he slides his chair to the other side of the table where the mic settles and closes his eyes, there he harmonizes with his own voice, layering a mellow adlib underneath the sharp yet slow rap. 

Just as Mark opens his eyes, the door opens without much of a knock, and turning around, he meets a vixen clad in red silk robe, a mesh black tights with black suspenders attached to what Mark likes to think is a sinful lace panties in the same color.

There's no way in saying Mark doesn't enjoy the view that he is blessed with. His eyes rakes down your figure, coming back up to meet your lustful gaze. The corner of your lips curves just a little before you take steps towards the man. His legs spread to have you in between as though instinctively, hands itching so much that he couldn't help but to grab your waist, squeezing just enough to feel your body heat seep through the silk fabric.

Water droplets fall onto Mark's skin, it is just then that he notices the glass of whiskey you're holding. ''Drinking alcohol late at night, huh. Tell me, darling,'' Mark leans back. ''What got you prancing around the company with just a thin piece of clothing to cover those nipples?''

You sip once more, holding Mark's stare for a few seconds before licking the liquor that sits on top of your lips' skin. ''Was doing a photoshoot for my new album– decided to pay my favorite producer a visit before changing. I just had a hunch he'd like to see me in this.''

Your words elicit a scoffy chuckle from Mark. He stands up. ''Favorite producer, hmm?'' His palm travels down and stops when it reaches your ass cheek, gripping lightly.

While Mark's other arm circles your waist, he noses your neck, closing his eyes as Mark allows himself to get drunk on your scent, kissing the pathway your throat creates. Pulling you closer, Mark nips your skin occasionally whilst he makes way to your jaw, soon connecting his lips with yours.

Mark swiftly delves his tongue in your mouth, sucking as you offer him your own. If words are to be chosen to describe the kiss, it'll be slow, sensual, and sultry. Just like the song that plays from the speakers surrounding the two of you.

Abruptly yet effortlessly, Mark spins your position and gives you a little push, pinning you down now that you're sitting on the chair. One of his legs separates your thighs apart, welcoming himself between you. Distracted from the way Mark delivers pleasure just from having his mouth on yours alone, you didn't notice how Mark steals the glass out of your hand and places it behind you, out of danger but is enough for him to reach it as well.

Suddenly, a freezing palm comes in contact with the back of your neck. Flinching, you whimper at the cold, tugging Mark's shirt. Instead of taking his hand off, he pulls away from the kiss, not without licking the string of saliva first. In contrast to the icy palm, a warm one rubs your side soothingly, it then nudges your robe away, revealing your nipples.

A sigh leaves your lips, fingers brushing through Mark's locks as you feed him more of your hard buds. Mark growls in satisfaction. Catching it between his teeth, pulling lightly, tweaking it with his fingers and sucking before licking the faint pain away. He does the same to the twin, spitting on it only to lick it away after biting it a few more.

''God, I fucking love your nipples. So fucking sexy. So pretty– always ready for me whenever. If I want to suck on them the whole day, you'll let me, right baby?''

''Yes– Haah– yes, lick them all you want. Ahh..''

Thinking you'll finally get his cock as Mark hums lowly, pecking each of your nipples, you fiddle with his belt. But Mark pins you to the chair again, kissing your forehead as he stretches his arm behind you.

''It's getting hot in here, darling. Would you mind a little raise in the temperature?'' Your eyes fall on the cubes of ice that melts inside the glass, you look up at Mark. One look and you know this is a way to ask consent. To ask you if you're down to try a new thing. Without hesitation, you nod.

Mark tilts his head to the side. ''Words, love. I need your words.''

''Yes, please..''

He brushes strands of hair off your face. 

''Good girl.''

Gulping the last sips of whiskey, Mark gives your lips one last swipe of tongue, letting you taste the alcohol. Pressing the glass on your inner thigh, shivers shoot up your spine. You bite your lower lip to endure the cold, toes curling as Mark spreads the icy droplets along your stomach up to your neck. Your eyes are closed, anticipating Mark's next move when you jerk in your seat, hand enclosing around Mark's wrist as you whimper, opening your eyes to see him tracing the line between your pussy cheeks with a cube.

''Fuck, really..? Not wearing a fucking underwear while a bunch of people watches you pose in front of the camera? What if they saw this, baby? Imagine the fucking headlines,'' Mark chuckles. ''A rising pop idol foregoes wearing panties during a photoshoot because they are desperate for someone to fuck them. How would your fans react to their lovely artist acting like a whore, my love? Would they like it as much as I do?''

Mark nudges your legs open, and as you do, the ice dips and lands exactly where your pulsating clit awaits. ''Fuck..'' You sigh.

''Yeah?'' 

Getting on his knees, Mark situates his face in front of your soaked core. He plays with the cube a little more until it melts completely and eases the cold with the warmth of his mouth. Mark laps and sucks, slurping your juices as he buries himself in your pussy, grunting on how your walls clench around his pink muscle.

Soon, his fingers join his tongue. Curling and prodding at your spot that sends your back arching, hands gripping the armchairs as you let your lewd moans bounce off the walls of the recording room. When Mark deems you're stretched enough, he pulls away and tugs his pants down enough to release his cock, tip in angry red shade.

Resting one leg on the armchair while pulling the other over his shoulder, Mark slides home. Groaning as your hot walls impressively engulfs his girthy cock like no other. Once he's deep and snug, Mark picks up a maddening pace, not giving you time to adjust nor get used to his size.

''A-ah! Ah ah ah! Mark– slow down… You're so big–... s-so big–!'' Your face scrunches up; eyebrows meeting, eyes shut tight, mouth open.

''I am, darling. And you love it.''

Your arms underneath Mark's, landing on his back. As Mark angles his hips and jabs at your spot, your eyes cross and your nails instinctively try to draw red lines along Mark's back but his shirt prevents it from happening. So instead, you opt for grabbing a handful of the fabric, tugging them as your hips unconsciously bucks to meet Mark's thrust.

The chair creates a continuous squeaking sound, continuously thudding as it bumps against the soundboard. Mark reaches to hold the back of the chair, spreading your wider. He renders his thrusts deep and hard, an action that slacks your jaw which allows drools to roll out past your lips and to your chin. Mark leans forward, spitting on your willing mouth before licking the strings of saliva and connecting your lips together. It cannot even be considered as a kiss because it is all panting and moaning against each other's mouth.

''Right there! I-I'm gonna cum.. fuck, Mark, I'm gonna cum! Shit– Mark! Ugh fuuuuck..'' Together with the drawn out curse is your eyes rolling to the back of your eyes, walls clamping down on Mark's cock as a white cream forms a ring around him.

The sight of you coming while moaning his name, Mark pistons his hips violently as he lets lust take over his mind and body. His thrusts becomes erratic and vigorous, and with an encouragement of words from you, Mark fills you up to the brim, his legs embarrasingly shaking as though he was the one who got fucked and not the one who s.

As Mark pulls out, he curses under his breath at the sight of his cum spilling out of your pussy. If that isn't the hottest fucking thing. You know what makes this hottest shit even hotter? Scooping his cum, feeding it to you while he fishes out a yet to melt ice and kisses the shit out of you, sharing the whole serve of the mixture of his cum and yours.

A/N: wrote this in an attempt to get out of slump so I apologize if it's not as good as my other fics. hope you enjoyed, nonetheless! share your thoughts?