#I jus love whimpers ig

[stoopidpigeonxx]

I love your mouthwashing hcs! Could you do how loud they are in bed?

OOOH! good question, anonnie !! :3

The least loud would probably be Swansea. He thinks it's overrated to be all moany-groany during the act, because he feels like it's distracting. Of course, he can't help it from time to time when he lets a soft groan or sigh slip, but it's nothing much. He's not against you being loud though. :-) Jimmy comes next. He's a little louder then Swansea, and LOOOOVES hearing you moan. You begging him for more? Adores it. Asking to go faster/harder? As you please. Moaning his name? Good God he's broke. Can get off to the sound of your moans only (and secretly records you moaning sometimes because he's... Jimmy.) Third is Curly! He's not super loud, but he IS a whiner. Those soft, pathetic mewly whines. Like, instant he slides in he's whining like a dog. My wife is a certified whimper boy. Like, you know the sound Leon Kennedy makes when he's hurt in DBD? Those. Second loudest, believe it or not, is Anya. She's pretty vocal in the sense that the poor girl just can't help it. She has really pretty sounding moans though, so it's worth it! She worries that she's being too loud sometimes, so she'll grab a pillow (or nearby soft object) and bury her face in it. It's so fucking cute. Our victor is my boy Daisuke. He is the loudest fucking man in the entire world. Moans, whines, grunts, all of it. It's super difficult to have sex on the down low with him because he's just too damn loud. So he offers for you to sit on his face to shut him up!! And it usually works, so now the only way you can get him to be quieter is if he has his face buried in your cunt.

[muttplatinum]

cw: trans dilf izuku, gn reader, praise, oral, izuku has a tdick and a handsome boycunt <3 reader's more in control (ig?), body hair (obvs) overstimulation if u squint

MINORS DNI

you've been together for years and that's not even close to the filthiest thing you've said to him

but knowing you just wanna tend to him and his pleasure only right now has him flushing and hot and wriggly from his place beside you

you're scattering kisses along his bare collarbones, the only clothing he has on are the comfy sweatpants reserved for his rare days off, n you've got your hand down those, fingers playing idly with his bush, tugging and stroking and driving him up the wall

n how can he resist you when you're asking so sweetly, pressing butterfly soft kisses to his chest scars, his hairy tummy that's gone soft over the years, n back up again to his lips, where you kiss him long and sloppy and slow

he's all dazed and spit sticky when you pull away, when he grants you permission all soft and mumbled

then you're there forever, buried between his thighs and bringing him to the edge over and over, n praising him so good and sweet when he cums nice n hard

you're still there now, his thick thighs trembling where they rest in your shoulders, his tdick fat and swollen as you lick it long n thorough

"mmfh, angel.. so sensitive," he rasps out, eyes fluttering shut with a moan as you give him another lick, hole to dick

you simply groan your reply, savoring his taste and how his needy cunt still clenches for you even after how many times he cums. he whimpers when you dip your tongue inside n swirl it around, his big hand anchoring itself in your hair for comfort as he leans back against his pillows

"jus' gimme one more, baby," you mumble, looking up at him through hooded eyes. "y'can do that for me, can't you?" you blow cool air on his clit and smile when it makes him jolt and sigh all breathy

"yeah," he swallows noisily. there's a bead of sweat trailing down his neck that you want to lick away. "yeah, i can do that. can do that for you, sweetheart."

you murmur soft praise and give his thighs a few kisses before you're back to work, locking your lips around his tdick and sucking, tongue swirling circles around it

izuku's reaction is immediate; his back bows off the bed and a broken sound claws its way out of his throat, eyes squeezed shut and mouth dropped in a pretty little "o"

"oh, fuck!" he cries, heels knocking your lower back and thighs squeezing your head. "yeah, yes, hahhh! just like that, angel, oh my god," he spits, words tumbling from his lips faster than he can stop them

you grope his thighs and his hips as he babbles, admiring the blissed out look on his worn, scarred face, flicking your tongue against his tip again and again

he looks so pretty like this, sweaty and red and fucked out, hair a mess and his eyes all droopy, and he looks even prettier when he cums in your mouth

you moan, satisfied, eyes focused on him when he bites his lip to muffle his shout, legs locking up around you and strong fists gripping the bedsheets. his taste floods your mouth and you suck him through it, using your fingers to spread the pretty folds of his pussy and clean up the mess he made for you

and when you're done he ushers you back up to him so he can taste himself on your lips, kiss you deep and languid while he tries to calm down and catch his breath

his chest has gone all splotchy from his blush and you rub it soothingly. he mumbles his love into the kisses he gives you, this dopey hazy look on his face n you love it

so yeah, giving izu the head he deserves <3

big strong dilf!izuku who squirms n blushes when u play w his bush n ask to eat him out

[valkyrayn]

ANYWAY, I should note — dom Marius, top or bottom, whatever you do, I am dead. D-E-A-D, dead! I love him sm.

Oh shit oh shit, but this also gave me an IDEA actually. bottom!dom!Incubus!Marius that uses his tail to facilitate the act. (It is stronger than it looks.) I dunno like— just imagine that man railing you absolutely fucking silly and he doesn't even have to be an active participant ? There is just. Idk. Something abt that to me. So hot ... but then like, he COULD get serious, too, y'know 👀👀 just ... Succubus defense training n all that.

"Are you so — unprepared — around other men?" "Would you let — anyone else — do this — to you?" "nononononon-ah! jus— fuck! you — only —" *sobbing, squealing* and some degredation bc that's not the point of the training. You're supposed to resist and you just can't — why would you want to stop this? "You can fix him? Fuck that. I will join him in his insanity" vibes. I am so sorry g OD I think I am done now but ???? 👀

The spirit of horny possessed me ig.

BLESS YOU for this horny brainrot. just in time cus i am so done being stuck in this angst hell. it’s been WEEKS and i’m suffering. back to horny pls.

and goddddddhdhdjdhdjdkd i imagine him just sitting back leisurely as he watches you whimper and convulse in front of him as he fucks you with his tail. he smirks and laughs as you beg for him to stop teasing. you want his cock but he won’t give it to you—not until you beg him for it

honestly still think incubus marius is the best thing that has happened cus imagine the horny possibilities. THAT AND HIM BEING A DRAGON idk but i have a feeling someone in hyv has a tail or monster fucking kink

[ofwolvesandbutterflies]

just physical | ii

Pairing: Hendery x Reader

Genre: steamy angst ig

Tags: justphysical!au, fratboy!hendery, fwb!au

Warnings: language, mature content, vague mentions of sex

day 12 of 30 days with NCT

Synopsis: *takes place three weeks before just physical

// we both said this was just physical, but one of us lied // (x)

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[13:03]

“You wanna come over?” Hendery’s voice sounded strange, unusually hardened this afternoon as it fell through the silted speaker of your cracked phone. There was something wrong, that much you knew from the absence of that playful lilt usually found in his soft voice. A frown marred your features. You knew from experiences and the ghosts of bruises littering your hips that this time, his simple invitation wasn’t a question of whether or not you were coming, it was instead a question of how soon you were going to get there. You took a moment, letting the sounds of his uneven breaths cloud over your previously clear mind. 

Glaring down at the dozens of tabs decorating the internet browser on your computer, you debated turning him down today. 

“How well would you take ‘I got homework’ as an answer?” Perhaps, rather than aggravating him further, you should have given him a different answer. Perhaps you should have explained what you were doing and why he could have waited another couple hours. Perhaps you should have asked what was wrong because as soon as the words left your lips, an impatient growl left his. 

“Fuck’s sake, Y/N. If it’s math, just bring it over and I’ll help you with it after. If it’s English, we can slip it on Yang Yang’s desk. Fuck it, if it’s history, Kun owes me one. But -just, can you-” You nearly got lost in the sudden onslaught of desperate words that fell, sloppily strung together into one of your ears and out the other. Another cursory glance over your work. Review week was coming up and after that, finals. Did you really have enough time to spare for another spontaneous rendezvous? Another mental calculation; how much longer would this work take you? If you were going over to Hendery’s for the reasons you suspected, you knew the work had no chance of getting completed. 

But an irked sigh left your lips and - knowing he could wait another couple seconds - you let yourself fall back against your desk chair and into memories of the better hours you had spent together. 

There were evenings where he’d kiss every inch of your body, watching you quiver beneath him with that infuriating smirk in his eyes; you felt your heart thrill every time he looked at you like that. Sometimes there were nights where you would fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat up against your cheek; firm and well conditioned from years of dance, you could spend years memorizing the feeling of his muscles beneath your fingers. And of course, there were mornings you’d wake up beside him and see him tracing the lines of your lips, your neck, your body with his eyes before realizing you were awake and shooting you a gentle smile. The better part of you knew that wasn’t what fuck buddies did and the entirety of your heart ached to think he didn’t want anything more. Another second of radio silence before your lips parted to answer.

“Y/N-” Hendery spoke again, words tight and painful to hear. 

“Fine,” you groaned. You knew it was worthless to play hard to get; both you and he knew you’d end up in his arms at the end of the night. It didn’t make it any less irritating, how easily the brunette theatre major could sway your entire afternoon plans. Slamming your computer shut, you shimmied into the closest jacket you could find and pushed down any stirring signs of excitement before calling out to where your cellular device sat, waiting on the table. “I’ll be over in 10 minutes. Lemme just put on pants.”

“Or you could jus-” 

You hung up before he could say anything more. Begrudgingly slipping a pair of yoga pants on before pulling up your hood, you tightened the strings, tucked your phone and keys into the side pocket of your pants, and stalked out of your room. At this point, you didn’t even know who you were more upset with. 

It was Yang Yang who opened the door for you, smirk settled knowingly onto his lips. As frustrating as the German exchange student could be at times, you didn’t know whether to be thankful or weary when he stepped to the side, nodding you in the direction of his and Hendery’s shared room. Just like text when you’re done, kay? You mumbled out a low, ‘thank you’ before trudging slowly down the hallway. 

The frat house was a lot different during the daytime, in the middle of a school week. Books and printed assignments littered random surfaces of each room you passed, along with the occasional unfolded article of clothing you hoped were all men’s clothing. Unlike the parties you had been to, there was no obnoxiously flashing LED lights, no pumping music, nothing to make you feel uneasy… almost like a regular house. A regular house inhabited by almost twenty other guys. It shouldn’t have surprised you, though, you had been over plenty of times before like this. 

You approached the familiar closed door, the same one Hendery had trapped you up against that first night, taking a breath before you knocked lightly on the wood. “Hendery, it’s me.”

In less than a second the door opened to reveal a slightly disheveled, very exhausted looking Hendery. His russett hair stuck up in all directions as if he had been running his hands through it every five seconds. Umber eyes, though usually wide, looked an unhealthy amount of ‘awake’ and more than stressed. You reached forward, ready to brush the unease from his creased brows, but he caught your wrist in his hand and pulled you flush against his bare chest. “You’re a little late, princess.”

Before you could get a word in edgewise, he bent down to capture your lips in a searing kiss. All your prior exasperation melted away, soon to be replaced by the taste of bitter coffee and anxious desperation on his lips. And had he not slung one arm around your waist, you would have collapsed, knees having given out completely from under you. Not even a moment later, his lips began to move, dancing against yours, begging for a response. 

So you did. Your eyes slid closed, drowning in the coiling of heat only /he/ could spark in the pit of your stomach. Running your fingers through his silky hair, you pulled him closer, swallowing all his pent up stress as your mouth moved in sync with his. You didn’t even realize he had let go of your wrist until both arms materialized around your hips, breaking away only momentarily to whisper a hoarse “jump.” 

You imagined there was a quite loud ‘thump’ when your back hit the door and effectively slamming it closed. “Fuck, Hendery. That-” the murmured words stopped dead in your throat when he rocked his hips up into yours, tugging a muted whimper from your mouth. A breathy moan sounded in the back of his throat and he did it again, a stupid smile appearing on his lips when you eyes rolled back into your head. 

Then his lips began their descent down your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses and dark bruises in their wake. Stifled sounds of pleasure grew harder to repress as you busied yourself with the smooth, ivory skin of his neck. He placed one last kiss under the curve of your jaw before carrying you the few steps to his bed and laying you back in the familiar plush embrace of his comforter. 

Once he had propped himself over you on both hands and knees, he stopped, cocoa-colored eyes finally back to their usual soft brown glow. 

“I-I’m sorry about that, love-” the nickname escaped, almost camouflaged by the rest of his words, but taking you by surprise nonetheless. He continued. “I-I… I’ve been really stressed recently with all the exams coming up and nothing was happening the way I wanted it to and I hadn’t seen you in over a week… You-I, you’re like- I just needed to see you.” As if it hadn’t already been going crazy, the sound of your heartbeat rushing past your ears increased tenfold. That… that wasn’t what people said as just fuck buddies, was it? 

Your breath left your parted lips in harsh pants, gazing up at him curiously through a hooded gaze. This was the first good look at him you’d gotten since the moment you entered the house. His chest heaved with what you hoped wasn’t overexertion and a thin layer of sweat coated his toned torso. Thanks to your prior ministrations, his hair - once as wild as his gaze had been - fell down, nearly shielding his eyes. A light flush covered his cheeks when you said nothing in response and lowered himself to your lips once more, albeit much more gentle this time. 

You met his vigor with enthusiastic passion, letting your arms snake their way around his neck, bringing him down to cover your body with his own. And this time, like many times before, was sweet. He was sweet. He tasted like hope and the wistful promise of many more days to be spent together. You could have fallen into that pit, let yourself be dragged down into the foolishness that came with all the uncertainties of love. 

Love. 

Love. 

The word flashed through your mind and stopped you mid kiss. No. You couldn’t love Hender- You loved Hendery. Nothing else could explain the worry that prickled the forefront of your mind when his dazed call first came through this afternoon. Nothing else made sense with the way a single glance at him smiling at you could send your heart hurtling a hundred times faster than it normally did into the pit of your stomach. Nothing else would ensure the calming warmth his touch sent through your body or the way his kisses and whispered nothings against your bare skin imprinted the silly idea of something more in your mind. 

You loved him.

You loved the man you were fucking recreationally. 

“Y/N,” he pulled an inch away, lips ghosting over your cheek when he sensed your sudden stiffness. Dark eyes searched yours, “What’s wrong-”

“I-I I have to go, Hendery,” the words fell, stuttered and broken through your lovestruck lips. Tearing your hands from around his neck, you placed both hands on his chest. And with both hands on his chest, you shoved him off you. Heart heavier than it had been in years, you rolled out of his grasp and fixed your clothes, bolting towards the door. “I’m glad you’re feeling better. I lov- I mean. I’ll see you later.” 

With that, you ran out the door, ‘hanging up’ on him for the second time today.

[fighting-styless]

neighbor!harry

i love him so muCH

contains smut, swearing, and some fluff :)

i originally wrote this on wattpad, but never posted it bc i didn’t think it was that good ¯\_ツ_/¯ ngl i think it’s p bad. feedback would b appreciated ig

word count is about 2.5k

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i step off the bus, putting my hood over my head to guard my already frizzy hair from the rain. it seemed to come out of nowhere, testing my luck as i neared my stop. i speed walk towards my apartment complex, feeling the wind start to pick up.

had i known the weather was going to do a complete 180 on me, i would have dressed appropriately. however, i didn't believe the forecast shared by my weather app on my phone. i didn't think it would actually rain.

i scurry up the stairs and to my door, seeing my next door neighbor fiddling with his keys to get into his as well. when we make eye contact, i give him a smile. his lips barely curve up in response as he goes back to what he was doing prior to my arrival.

"better get inside, little one. you'll freeze." he says as i reach into my book bag to get my own keys, ignoring the fact that he called me 'little one'. he'd been calling me that ever since i moved in, considering our height differences.

"almost missed the bus, would have frozen up like a popsicle." i nervously laugh, finally finding my keys under one of my many books.

"that bag is bigger than you are, heavy yeah?" he nods towards the bag on my back.

"i-you get used to it after a while." i blush, finally unlocking my door. "have a nice night, harry."

he smiles at me right before i close and lock my door.

my bag is thrown on the floor, making a loud 'thud' noise. i remove my shoes and run to my bedroom, and immediately change into an oversized t-shirt, my fuzzy pajama pants, and some fuzzy socks. i've been waiting for this moment all day.

sighing loudly, i go into my small kitchen and decide to make dinner, seeing as i hadn't eaten since about 12:30 this afternoon, and it's nearly 6:30 now.

i scan my shelves and notice that i've run out of boxes of mac and cheese and packets of ramen, and nothing good in the fridge. great. i would go to the store, but the weather isn't permitting me to do so. pizza it is, then.

i decide to just order myself a pizza and a 2 liter of my favorite soda, and binge watch movies all night, seeing as it is friday night and i have nothing planned for the next day.

i get myself comfy on my couch, pulling up my first movie right as someone knocks on my door. i quickly get up with my wallet, knowing it's the pizza.

i thank the delivery boy, handing him a tip and wishing him a safe drive back before shutting and locking the door again.

i set the pizza and soda on the coffee table and go into the kitchen to grab a cup and some napkins before making myself comfy again.

about two slices of pizza in, another knock is delivered on my door. i groan in obvious annoyance and pause my movie, setting my slice of pizza back in the box. i wipe my hands on a napkin before opening the door to see harry standing before me, in a pair of black skinny jeans and a plain white t-shirt.

"sounded a bit irritated there, bug." he chuckles.

"i was comfortable, and watching a movie. which you interrupted." i sass, knowing he can sense my sarcasm.

"jus' wanted to check on yeh, been some suspicious activity in the complex recently. did you get a pizza?" he peeks his head in to see my box of pizza.

"yeah, didn't have anything to make and i wasn't going to go back out in the rain to get groceries, so i decided to play it safe." i shrug, looking st the box and back at harry.

"would yeh mind if i joined? got nothin' planned and figured you could use some company." he asks.

"yeah, sure, um, come in." i step aside and let him in.

he isn't wearing shoes, seeing as he's right next door, and casually walks over to my couch and sits down right in my comfy spot. i walk over to him with my hands on my hips.

"somethin' wrong, pet?" he looks up at me.

"you're in my spot." i say, shifting my weight to my left foot.

"yeh? and? i'm your guest." he smirks.

"this is my apartment. not yours." i smirk back.

"and what are yeh g'nna do about it?" he stands up, towering over my small frame.

i take this opportunity to slide past him and quickly hop back in my spot, giggling as he turns around in disbelief.

"i'm gonna take it back, that's what i'm gonna do."

he chuckles and shakes his head. "lucky you're cute, otherwise i'd be mad." he sits next to me and reaches for a slice of pizza.

——————

about halfway into the third movie, i find myself spooning harry on my couch, my head back against his chest.

sleep is clearly trying to take over, but i keep nodding off. harry gently rubbing my sides isn't helping either.

"getting sleepy?" he asks, and i nod. "wan' me to carry yeh?"

i nod again, and he turns the tv off before scooping me up and finding his way to my room. he flicks the light on and gently lays me on my bed.

"stay with me?" i look up at him, sad at the loss of warmth.

he shuts my light off and lays down next to me, pulling me close to him.

"you're warm." i yawn, looking up at him. the only light is the light shining in from the street lights, and i can hardly see his face.

"you're too cute, doll." he kisses the top of my head right as i fall asleep.

————

in the dead of the night, i wake up in a sweat. i feel myself restrained, but quickly realize it's only harry's arms, and i wriggle myself free. i get up, careful not to wake him. i pad into my kitchen to grab a glass of water, and down it immediately.

after putting the glass away, i throw away the empty pizza box and soda bottle and rinse out the cups before going back into my room.

"everythin' okay?" a sleepy harry asks as i lay back down.

"yeah, just needed some water." i say quietly. i snuggle back up to his chest and can't help but smile.

"you're a cuddly little thing, yeh know?" harry chuckles lightly.

"you're warm." i say against his chest. "can't help it."

"also talk in your sleep." he nuzzles his nose in my messy hair. "said somethin' about me.”

i feel the heat rush to my cheeks. what did i say? i don't remember dreaming about him...

"w-what?" i asked, sitting up. "what did i say?"

"not tellin'." he smirks.

i can hardly see him with the low light, but i can tell he's smirking.

"tell me!" i push his shoulder.

"nope. not gonna."

"harry!" i whine. "tell meee!"

"nope. sorry, little one." he pats my thigh. "gonna keep it to meself."

"you're mean." i pout.

"now, don't be like that, poppet. yeh know i'm just playin'" he smiles.

"you're still mean." i fold my arms over my chest.

"c'mon darling, don't be like that." he pulls me back down and makes it so he is hovering over me.

i move my arms and look up at him.

"i wouldn't be mean to you." he says lowly. "you're too cute."

i blush and cover my face with my hands.

"hey," he grabs my hands and pins them to each side of my head. "wanna see that pretty little face."

"h-harry," i blush harder, looking away.

he nuzzles his nose into my neck, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine.

"wanna kiss you all over, doll." he whispers against my neck, his hands trailing down to my hips.

"no one is stopping you." i tangle my hands in his soft hair. he raises his head to look down at me before slowly leaning down and pressing his lips to mine softly.

as soon as we make contact, i feel as though lightning goes through my body. my face begins to feel hot, and my stomach does flips. his hands are firmly gripped to my hips, and his lips move slowly against mine. a man as attractive as harry always knows how to use his lips.

my hands trail to the back of his neck, playing with the baby hairs and slightly pulling at them. he pulls away slightly and rests his forehead on mine.

"i'm not gonna be able to control myself, pet. jus' want all of yeh." he whispers.

i bite my lip and whimper at his low voice.

"i'm all yours, h." i whisper back.

he presses another kiss to my lips before trailing down my face, to my jawline, and to my neck. my skin starts to tingle as he lightly kisses the base of my neck, trailing down to my collar bones.

his hands trail down to my shirt, gripping the hem of it. i lift my arms and he pulls it off of my body. his hands move to cup my breasts, lightly sucking on my nipples. i suck in a sharp breath, moaning lightly as his tongue massages my skin. he looks up at me, smirking slightly.

"got a beautiful body to match yer beautiful little face, petal." he whispers.

i bite my lip and pull him up to kiss him again, and he reaches a hand into my pants and slips into my underwear, rubbing over my slick center.

"so wet fo' me, yeah?" he rests his forehead on mine.

he eases two fingers into me, a breathy gasp escaping my lips. my eyes are shut, but i already know harry is looking down at me. his fingers slowly thrust in and out, slightly curling up.

"f-fuck... harry, feels so good." i moan quietly.

"yeah? like my fingers fucking yer tight hole?" he says lowly.

"mhm." i moan, opening my eyes to meet his. he doesn't break contact as he moves his fingers faster and harsher, causing me to curl my toes.

"if you need me to stop, don't hesitate to tell me, alrigh'?" he looks at me sternly.

i nod furiously, too caught up in my pleasure to care about him stopping. i didn't want him to stop.

he takes his fingers out, sticking them in his mouth, sucking them clean.

"taste so sweet, baby girl." he smirks.

he leans down and kisses me sweetly, his tongue massaging mine. his hands cup both my cheeks, trying to deepen the kiss more.

he trails kisses down my face, to my neck, stomach, then to where i want him most. he pulls my pants and underwear down, throwing them on the floor. he presses a kiss to my clit before sucking on it harshly, causing a high pitched squeal to come out of my throat.

"fuck, harry, god-" i moan out, tangling my hands in his curls.

he looks up at me as he nips and sucks at the sensitive bundle of nerves, being sure i see his expression. his tongue expertly laps at my center, making me curl my toes.

"harry, please... fuck!" i cry, still trying to be a bit quiet so i don't wake the neighbors.

"you'll be screaming louder than that, doll." he smirks, pulling his shirt off and tossing it to the side. he quickly unbuckles his pants and does the same with them, along with his boxers. his length is already erect, and leaking precum.

"gon' fill yeh up, alrigh'?" he whispers in my ear, rubbing his tip along my slit.

he slowly pushes himself in, carefully filling me to the hilt. my mouth falls open, a breath being let out. harry groans lowly, gripping my hips.

"harry," i whine.

"say 'yellow' if yeh need me to stop." he whispers in my ear.

"god, fuck..." i mumble.

he pulls his hips back and thrusts harshly, causing me to bounce backwards. he continues this a few times, creating a steady pace. my eyes roll to the back of my head and my mouth falls agape, unable to comprehend words.

"feels so good, darling." he moans. he puts his hands at either sides of my head and starts to thrust faster.

"i-i, aaah!" my mind is fuzzy and my hands and feet are numb. i've never felt this much pleasure before, and i sure as hell don't want him to stop.

"y/n." he says sternly, pausing his movements.

i whine, putting my hands on his waist.

"harry..."

he lifts my chin with his finger.

"do you need me to stop?" he asks, almost sounding like a father scolding his child.

"fuck, no. please." i whimper. i move my hips in an attempt to create something. "don't stop."

he pulls his hips back and starts harshly thrusting slowly, making me moan out again.

"mmm-" i whine.

"fuck baby, love your tight cunt around me." he moans in my ear. "feels so good for daddy."

i feel a fire in my gut as he moans the word. daddy. i would have never suspected that harry had a daddy kink.

"f-fuck!" i whine.

he connects our lips, speeding up his thrusts. his mouth expertly moves against mine, concealing my moans.

"not gonna last much longer, pet." he slightly pulls away.

he flips me over so i'm on my stomach, and my ass is in the air. he grips my cheeks and continues his thrusts. i bury my face in my sheets, grabbing a fist of them in each hand as i moan out into the mattress. harry delivers light smacks to my ass as i feel my high approaching.

"cum for me, baby girl. cum all over daddy." he encourages.

i leg out a high pitched squeal as my entire body starts to shake. i squeeze my eyes shut and let my body fall limp as i feel his cock twitch inside me before he quickly pulls out and releases on my back.

i lay still for a couple of seconds trying to catch my breath. my fingers, toes, and lips are tingly and my chest is quickly rising and falling. i feel a weight off of the bed as i hear harry leave the room and quickly return. i feel a tissue being rubbed down my back as he cleans up his mess, and throws the tissue in the trash can.

he pulls his boxers back up and reaches for my shirt on the floor, carefully sitting me up and pulling it over my head. i look up at him with doe eyes as he leans down and kisses me gently but sweetly.

i lay down exhausted, and he lays next to me, pulling me close. he wraps an arm around me and rubs my back soothingly.

"yeh alright?" he whispers.

"mhm..." i nod. "just overwhelmed."

“g’nna be sore tomorrow. better stay home.” he winks.

[purple-babygirl]

Yes, this is the first ask i sent you (i don't usually do that because i feel like a burden but holy shit have you awaken something in me, K) I'm definitely glad i sent you this because now i'm happily drowning in my mommy kink.

*cracks fingers* let's appreciate this baby

"Pulling back from his plump lips, you run a hand through his hair"

ma'am, how did you know? how did you know, ma'am?

"“Jus-Just a little nervous, Mommy,” he whispered, his hands fidgeting at your waist, massaging the flesh there absent-mindedly."

WE'RE NOT EVEN AT THE HOT PART AND I'M ALREADY MELTING😭😭MY GOD HE'S ONE PRECIOUS BABY BOY😭😭😭😭

"“Yes, Mommy, I want your mouth on me,” he whined, his face twisting into a lustful pout. Your nostrils flare as you take a deep breath in, this man was going to be the death of you, you were certain of it.

“Say it again,” your growled gently, your lips attaching to his jaw, smirking as his head lulls to the side for you.

“I-I want your mouth on me,” he moaned as your teeth sunk into his pulse teasingly, hips speeding up against his.

“Again,” you mumbled before sucking a hickie into his flesh, each kiss driving him crazier and crazier."

the fact that we managed to convince him and then have him beg for it so we could go like "okay then, i have no other choice but to give you what you're asking for" is so so hot, so amazing and just perfect i don't know how you do it:"

"Justin’s breath catches in his throat but he does what you ask, rolling over on to his belly. You bite your lip at the sight of his plump ass, pale smooth skin just waiting for you to mark up—a perfect canvas."

ngl, this made me close my eyes for like 15 minutes straight just taking in the image and i could literally see it all behind my eyelids. best 15 minutes of my life.

"“You’re so beautiful like this, Justin,” you whisper and trail your index finger down his spine, sending shivers through him. Your lips trail along his jaw to his neck, dipping lower and lower each time. You slowly descend, your lips now mouthing at his shoulder.

“Such soft, pretty skin,” you nuzzle against him, his cheeks a deep cherry red at the praise, his cock now painfully hard, “love how you feel, always so good for me,” he groans at your words, hips driving into the mattress unintentionally."

dear god in heaven K😭😭😭

being a soft mommy who comforts her sweet boy, just wants to take care of him and make him feel good is what my new daydreams are about to be made of. i would never be able to go hard on this little puppy face and you wrote this perfectly, like you were sitting inside my brain:"💜💜💜

"“Mommy! Ohhhh fuck!” He shouts into your pillow when your tongue slowly breaches his hole, his whole body squirming with pleasure, hips trying to push back against your tongue and hump the mattress. You feel your chest swell with pride as you watch your Sweet Boy lose himself."

if my tongue is hanging out trying to find a hole to breach rn it's your fault, K. and it's the best fault ever.

"Sweet little whimpers pour from his drool covered lips as you move deep inside him, his eyes screwed shut tight as he chases your face."

i'm about to go beg sebastian stan to let me eat his ass in the ig dms i-

"“Momma, m’gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum!” He babbles incoherently, his muscles straining as his high approaches. You feel the tight ring of muscle begin to tense and flutter around your tongue, it makes you smirk to yourself and double down on him, spearing your muscle in and out of his hole, fucking him. You wanted to see your Sweet Boy cum."

"He gasped and sighed as you sucked his sack into your mouth, the same tongue that had been inside of him now swirling around the sensitive skin of his balls."

i would like to take a moment to join you in thanking Bones for making me read this part about licking balls and not only being okay with it, but craving it. y'all should've gave a warning that balls weren't provided tho...

"“Mommy,” he whispers hotly, it was the only word he knows now, the rest of his mind lost in a pleasurable, sex induced haze. You moan his name, liking the way he whimpered at the sound of it. Your own fingers sneaking down to your core to relieve the ache, rubbing circles on your clit in time with the licks to Justin’s ass."

this is the hottest thing i've ever read on here in my life i said what i saiddddd

"Soon you’re devouring him like it’s the last thing you do, and if you’re honest, you wouldn’t be upset if it was."

you know me too well. i wouldn't mind one bit. gimme that hole. lemme suck on it. lemme die tongue-fucking it.

"You slurp at his hole before stuffing your tongue as deep as it can go, your fingers plunging into your tight pussy at the same time, the sinful act tearing a scream from Justin’s raw throat as he cums one last time.

“Aaa-Aaahhhhh!” He cries, his legs thrashing and kicking as he paints his skin white with his cum, the hot sticky substance practically pouring from his purple tip, his whole body feeling as if it were on fire.

You whimper with him as you cum around your fingers, the sight of your Sweet Boy losing it untouched proving to be too much for you to handle."

"“How are you feeling, Sweet Boy?” You whisper in his hair, your hand rubbing the back of his head calmly. His face is flushed and sweaty, he forgot to take off his glasses again so they lay on his face crooked from his thrashing. He gives you a tired smile and you can’t help but grin back at him."

another 15 minutes just spent savoring this part. my heart is so warm and full and i love you so much and my palms are buzzing with the need to touch his hair it's crazy

"“Yeah? Mommy fuck you stupid, baby?” You tease. He blushes and nods, ‘cause yeah, you did, he can’t think of a single word."

K, the only person fucked stupid rn is me, and it's you who did it. you just fucked me stupid with this perfection of a fic. honest to loki i'm ruining my panties rn, but i'm also super soft and fuzzy inside and just-

"He pouts even more and puckers his lips. You roll your eyes softly, hiding your amused smile as you give him the kiss he wants. He hums against your lips, sighing happily as you pull back to begin cleaning him up. He was such a baby sometimes, but he was your Sweet Boy."

the needy pout. the kiss. the subtle aftercare. the mention of him being baby but he's MY BABY😭 that was perfect. so so perfect. the most perfect thing anyone's ever gifted me with.

Dear, K, please accept my heart as both a thank you for this amazingness that is your beautiful writing, and an apology for my stupid ass being so late like that. Had I known that such heaven was waiting for me on here, I would've logged back in much sooner:" I'm so sorry I let college drag my ass out and kick me in it, I promise this is the best thing ever. I have never been so satisfied with anything in my life after asking for it. You didn't disappoint one bit and I'm so so so lucky to get to be here the same time that you are. I hope you know that you've made my day and that it suddenly feels like all the stress from the past days has dissolved when I read this and felt the amount of care and talent and sweetness put into each line. Thank you so much for giving me, and all of us, this precious work of art. I will forever appreciate it and hold it close in my heart:"💜💜💜 I love love love you so much💜

Nothing Risked, Nothing Gained

@purple-babygirl asked: "Hi. Hello. Hey. First of all I missed you so much💜

Second of all, your girl is horny. Again. All I can think about right now is convincing Justin to let me eat his ass for the first time and the minute he opens his legs and lets me put my face between those cheeks I'm going to town. I'm not stopping until he cums at least twice.

I can almost hear the beautiful sounds leaving his open mouth and feel the shake of his thighs when he gets there untouched time and time again😭

Hope you have a wonderful day, I love you lots💜

(I'm also kinda sorry but not really x)"

Hi angel! I missed you too! 💖🥰🌸

(Also, is this the first ask you sent me?!🤯)

I hope you enjoy it 💜

Warnings: smut(+18 ONLY, minors DNI), ass eating, ball sucking (@boxofbonesfic, ya got me onto it), college!Justin (everyone in this is of age and consenting!), slight bed humping, fingering (f receiving), slight overstimulation (m receiving), slight little!Justin (just a wee bit, not too much), Justin Capshaw being the sweetest little bean in the Universe. I think that's everything, feel free to let me know if I left anything out!

Look at that angel face!

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He was nervous, you could tell. The way his lips seemed to barely move against yours, his hands gripping your sides tightly, his heartbeat thumping wildly in his chest that was pressed against yours. You were in your bedroom, Justin seated at the edge of your bed, you straddled in his lap comfortably. Pulling back from his plump lips, you run a hand through his hair, the action never failing to bring your Sweet Boy some comfort.

"Justin, baby, relax... Mommy's not gonna hurt you, I promise," you pecked his cheek, cradling his head in your palms you gave him a soft smile. Justin relaxed visibly with a heavy sigh, his eyes timid as he smiles up at you.

"Jus-Just a little nervous, Mommy," he whispered, his hands fidgeting at your waist, massaging the flesh there absent-mindedly. You pressed a kiss to his forehead, then another to his cheek, making a path for his mouth. When you arrive you give him a sloppy kiss, one of his favorites. Your tongue playing with his, pulling a pleased whimper from the back of his throat as his eyes flutter shut, his mind swimming in the pleasures your mouth pours over him. Your hips begin to grind into the bulge at the from of his pants, his sharp gasp breaks the kiss, his jaw slack as his breathing deepens. You grip the back of his neck, pulling his mind back to his body, making him look at you.

"There's nothing to worry about, Sweet Boy... no reason to be nervous, it's just Mommy... you know how much you like my mouth on your dick, baby?" He nods immediately, rutting your heat at the mention of your sweet mouth, "it'll be like that, baby, just think of it like that: Mommy using her mouth on you, and you want that, don't you?" He nods again, this time a broken cry flies from his lips because, God, he wanted that so bad.

"Yes, Mommy, I want your mouth on me," he whined, his face twisting into a lustful pout. Your nostrils flare as you take a deep breath in, this man was going to be the death of you, you were certain of it.

"Say it again," your growled gently, your lips attaching to his jaw, smirking as his head lulls to the side for you.

"I-I want your mouth on me," he moaned as your teeth sunk into his pulse teasingly, hips speeding up against his.

"Again," you mumbled before sucking a hickie into his flesh, each kiss driving him crazier and crazier.

"I want your mouth on me, Mommy!" He cried out when you found that special spot that turned him to mush, his hips now thrusting erratically to meet yours. You grin as you pull back, kissing him quickly.

"Strip for me, Sweet Boy, and I'll give you what you want."

In a flash, Justin's clothes were tossed to the floor, yours quickly following suit. He pulls you into his lap eagerly, his instincts taking over as he claims your mouth, his tongue playing with yours. You let him kiss you for a while, let him calm himself down before you pull him away from you. He whines at the loss but doesn't move to reconnect your lips. "Lay back for me, baby, on your tummy.”

Justin's breath catches in his throat but he does what you ask, rolling over on to his belly. You bite your lip at the sight of his plump ass, pale smooth skin just waiting for you to mark up—a perfect canvas.

"Mommy?" Justin asks softly, pulling you from your filthy thoughts. You crawl over him slowly, petting his hair lovingly as he turns his head to the side. A soft kiss to his temple has Justin sighing again, he loves when you're gentle with him.

"You're so beautiful like this, Justin," you whisper and trail your index finger down his spine, sending shivers through him. Your lips trail along his jaw to his neck, dipping lower and lower each time. You slowly descend, your lips now mouthing at his shoulder.

"Such soft, pretty skin," you nuzzle against him, his cheeks a deep cherry red at the praise, his cock now painfully hard, "love how you feel, always so good for me," he groans at your words, hips driving into the mattress unintentionally. You giggle softly.

"Do you wanna lay flat or be up on your hands and knees for Mommy?" You ask, knowing that if he has a choice he'll feel more relaxed.

"L-Lay flat," he stutters out when your hand grabs a handful of his ass. You hum and kiss down his spine.

"Ok, Sweet Boy... just relax, you don't have to do anything, just feel good..." you said and settled between his spread legs, your hands now massaging the flesh of his behind. You moan as you watch the supple meat of his cheek fill your palms. Not being able to help yourself, you bring your hand down swiftly. The spank making Justin yelp in surprise, it was different from the spankings you'd given him before when he's bad, this was far more playful. He whined when your hand rubbed away the slight pain, a shiver ripping through him when he felt the subtle heat of your breath on his lower back. Your lips brush against his spine before you plant kiss to his left cheek, your hands still massaging him.

“O-Oh!!” He gasps when you suck a deep hickie into his skin, your teeth nipping playfully at the bruise forming. You smile when he starts to squirm, his hips driving into the mattress. You let him rub himself into your blanket and spread his cheeks gently, revealing his puckered hole. Justin whimpered in the back of his throat once more, worry washing over him for a brief moment. He knows he’s clean, you both took a shower and made sure to get him all prepped, but he couldn’t help but feel a little self conscious. It was like you could read minds, you pet his thigh gently and kissed his back, calming him slightly.

Suddenly, there was a hot, slick feeling on his hole, a croaky whine flying from his lips. You grin as you watch your saliva drip down towards his balls. You mouth watering as you bring your tongue to his sack, licking a slow stripe from his balls to his hole, you feel it flutter against your tongue. The wet muscle dances around his tight ring, pulling whine after whine from Justin, his hands clutching your pillows in a death grip. It feels different but so fucking good, he couldn’t think of one good reason why he was so nervous about this, hell, he almost couldn’t think at all.

“Mommy! Ohhhh fuck!” He shouts into your pillow when your tongue slowly breaches his hole, his whole body squirming with pleasure, hips trying to push back against your tongue and hump the mattress. You feel your chest swell with pride as you watch your Sweet Boy lose himself. Your hands grip his cheeks tighter, using them as leverage to pull him back into your face, his hips rising into the air ever so slightly. Justin feels the room spinning around him, his mind all fuzzy and light as you work his little hole expertly. He couldn’t get over how well you knew his body, how you knew exactly what he’d like, and how you wanted to make him feel good like this.

When your devilish tongue slips even deeper into his ass, Justin’s sure he died and that his soul ascended to his own personal heaven. The room is filled with a loud throaty groan as your tongue fills his ass, your nose pressed against his skin as you begin to wiggle, teasing your Sweet Boy to no end. Sweet little whimpers pour from his drool covered lips as you move deep inside him, his eyes screwed shut tight as he chases your face. He feels the pleasure building in his veins, his cock throbbing wildly, still sandwiched between him and the bed.

“Momma, m’gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum!” He babbles incoherently, his muscles straining as his high approaches. You feel the tight ring of muscle begin to tense and flutter around your tongue, it makes you smirk to yourself and double down on him, spearing your muscle in and out of his hole, fucking him. You wanted to see your Sweet Boy cum.

“I-I… Mom-Momma! Momma!” He shrieked as he finally came, his eyes shooting open as they roll back in his head, crossing ever so slightly, his thick thighs trembling and shaking as he gets closer and closer. Hot rope of cum smearing across his abdomen, coating the bed beneath him in his seed, you watched as he thrashed underneath you, his balls tensing against your chin as he releases, tongue still wiggling in and out of him at a steady pace. You had to do this again.

Giving him a moment to come down, you pull your tongue from his hole, noticing the cool air that comes into contact with your core, you were soaked. Justin shivers and whimpers as he catches his breath, your hands rubbing his back relax and ground him. He could barely find the words to tell you it was too much when he felt your mouth kissing at his ass again.

“Just one more, baby, one more and then we can be finished, ok?” You whispered against his skin, your tongue lapping at his balls like a kitten. He gasped and sighed as you sucked his sack into your mouth, the same tongue that had been inside of him now swirling around the sensitive skin of his balls. He keened happily, his cock stirring back to life, that all consuming lust and desire beginning to burn inside him again, you always had this effect on him.

Releasing him with a wet ‘pop’, you bring your attention back to his ass, your lips leaving sloppy wet kisses along his perineum, soft groans vibrating against his skin, making Justin’s mind more and more fuzzy. You circle with hole once more with your tongue before placing another wet kiss to it, drawing a high pitched whine from Justin’s throat, his hips instinctively pushing back for you, silently begging for you to quit teasing him. You can’t help but chuckle at his desperation, not long ago he was quivering with nerves, now he’s trying to fuck himself on your tongue.

A pouty noise bubbles from him at your laugh, he was needy again and he didn’t know why you were teasing him so much. He wants to complain but the words die on his tongue the minute yours pushes into him again. A long, satisfied groan rumbles in his chest, pleasant waves of ecstasy wash over him with each flick of your tongue. His hips naturally moving in time with your tongue, his chin dripping with drool, a wet spot forming on the pillow he was biting and clinging to.

“Mommy,” he whispers hotly, it was the only word he knows now, the rest of his mind lost in a pleasurable, sex induced haze. You moan his name, liking the way he whimpered at the sound of it. Your own fingers sneaking down to your core to relieve the ache, rubbing circles on your clit in time with the licks to Justin’s ass. The bolts of pleasure that shoot through you with each circle of your clit has you eating him with more and more enthusiasm. Soon you’re devouring him like it’s the last thing you do, and if you’re honest, you wouldn’t be upset if it was.

Justin feels that familiar tension forming in his body as another high rapidly approaches, he chokes out whines and moans, trying desperately to tell you to slow down, to speed up, anything to make him cum. You slurp at his hole before stuffing your tongue as deep as it can go, your fingers plunging into your tight pussy at the same time, the sinful act tearing a scream from Justin’s raw throat as he cums one last time.

“Aaa-Aaahhhhh!” He cries, his legs thrashing and kicking as he paints his skin white with his cum, the hot sticky substance practically pouring from his purple tip, his whole body feeling as if it were on fire. You whimper with him as you cum around your fingers, the sight of your Sweet Boy losing it untouched proving to be too much for you to handle. You work both of you through your highs eagerly, wanting to prolong the intense euphoria for as long as humanly possible. A weak mumble of your name has you pulling back from Justin, one last longing kiss is placed to his abused hole before you kiss up his spine again. He feels your spit soaked chin leaving small wet marks on his heated skin.

“How are you feeling, Sweet Boy?” You whisper in his hair, your hand rubbing the back of his head calmly. His face is flushed and sweaty, he forgot to take off his glasses again so they lay on his face crooked from his thrashing. He gives you a tired smile and you can’t help but grin back at him.

“Did you like it?” You chuckle when he only nods, still trying to catch his breath, “Yeah? Mommy fuck you stupid, baby?” You tease. He blushes and nods, ‘cause yeah, you did, he can’t think of a single word. You giggle and kiss his cheek. He whines softly, pouting as you roll him over. “What?”

He pouts even more and puckers his lips. You roll your eyes softly, hiding your amused smile as you give him the kiss he wants. He hums against your lips, sighing happily as you pull back to begin cleaning him up. He was such a baby sometimes, but he was your Sweet Boy.

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