#I know I was already naked and seconds away from taking him balls deep inside me but ummmmm panty dropper

[tsuchinokoroyale]

Guess the last version of this post got nuked from orbit 😮‍💨 I’m not rewriting all that context just know that I went to Texas, ate a ton of food, and saved a horse 🤠

[aphrogeneias]

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 — dirty talking

pairing: modern!rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: male masturbation, eddie's filthy mouth (needs a warning in itself).

He could still hear the sounds of the party going on in the room next to his.

These days, Eddie never stays too long. The novelty of hotel room after parties wore out some time between their first and second tour — as much as he enjoys getting wasted and preening under the attention of music industry insiders and the groupies they've gathered along the way, it just doesn't feel the same anymore.

It's not that he's unhappy. He's happy to see his bandmates, his friends, have the fun they deserve. He's happy to see they now get to reap the rewards of all their hard work along the years. He's just tired.

He's tired and he misses you.

The clock on his phone tells him it's past 3am, and all Eddie does is stare at the ceiling. His mind is wandering miles away, to where he's sure you're resting on your shared bed, too big for you alone, just like this hotel bed feels too big without you in it.

He groans as he squishes his cheek to the pillow, and his mind keeps wandering. He thinks of what he would do if you were here, all soft and pliant with sleep, if you were within reach.

How he would press your body against his naked one, run his hands all over it until you begged him to touch you where you needed him most, until you were writhing under him. While his imagination runs wild, his hands move on their own accord.

He's frustrated with it, grabbing his cock from where it sits hard against his lower stomach, and takes it on himself, forgetting all the gentleness he'd save to use on you. He wishes it was your hand instead of his, your mouth if he was lucky, wrapping him in soft silk and warm velvet.

Eddie's mind still wanders — he wants to call you, tell you how much he wants you, tell you about all the ways he'd wreck you if you were here, but he can't. He settles for the next best thing. With his free hand, he reaches for his phone, quickly finding your contact, and without thinking too much, presses record.

"Hi, baby. I know it's late, and you're still asleep. Didn't want to bother you in the middle of the night but… ugh, I miss you." He's trying to control his voice but it's hard when his hips are already jutting into his own hand, the other dropping his phone next to his pillows to play with his balls.

"Wish you were here. Need to fuck you so bad, baby. Need to feel you, my hand doesn't feel as good as your sweet pussy." He's whining freely now, breathing heavily as he tugs on his length a little too roughly, getting off on the sting of it. "Need t'feel it, need you on my dick, baby. Fucking taking it like you're meant to."

He's fucking himself with both hands now, knowing he won't last long. The slick sounds of his cock drenched with own precum mixed with his own mewls of pleasure fill the room, "Yeah, that's it. Take it, baby." He whispers, lost in his own fantasy, picturing himself pounding into you, pushing your legs to rest on his shoulders, feeling himself deep inside of your heated core.

"When I see you… mhm… when I see you, you're not leaving this goddamn bed. Gonna fucking ruin you, angel. Gonna ruin that sweet little pussy with my big dick, just the way you like it." A chill runs down his spine as he feels his orgasm building, his cock impossibly hard in his hand, his chest panting as he pulls on it. "Y'like that, don't you? Yeah, I know you do. My dirty fucking girl."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He rambles as he cums, making a mess of his hands and stomach, whispering to you and to himself, "Fuck yes. Take my cum, baby. Take all of it, want you to have it. Wanna watch it drip out of you, wanna lick your pussy clean and make a mess all over again. Fuck."

He shudders as he tries to regulate his breathing, and when he does, he's reaching out for his phone again. "Miss you." He hums, "Love you."

That's all he can manage to say before he hastily turns off the recording and press send, clean himself with a pristine white sheet, and rolls over, falling asleep.

The first thing you do the next morning is listen to the minutes long voice message he left in the middle of the night. The second thing you do is call him.

[doll-for-you-11]

This is a long one...

Its the middle of the night. 2 or 3am. Im bored and horny and its gotten to the point I'd do anything anyone told me to do.

I get a random DM some twisted message about wishing he could rape me in the middle of the street while all of my neighbors film it.

My cunt is dripping and none of the normal porn is getting me there. I decide to do something about it.

I strip naked. My pussy dripping down my thighs, I walk outside. My street only has one light, its dark and silent as I walk out to it. Sitting under the light, I close my eyes. Squeezing my tits, rolling my nipples, moaning softly as i trail a hand to my soaked cunt.

Its so wet I can hear it before Ive even pressed a finger inside. Knowing im outside, naked, where anyone could find me is making me hornier than ive ever been.

Just rubbing my slick around the outside of my hole, my clit throbbing, desperate to be touched. More and more slick seeping out, staining the pavement under me.

I slowly push a finger in, moaning at the feeling. My eyes still closed. I begin to pump in and out. Slowly but as deep as I can. Adding a second finger. All I can hear is the noise of my cunt gushing around them as I finger fuck myself in the street.

Just as I'm about to reach down and rub my clit as well, panting and moaning I dont hear the footsteps behind me.

My mouth hanging open, my head tilted back, Im about to cum when Im suddenly choking. My eyes fly open to see a blur of denim as a cock is forced down my throat. He holds the back of my head, forcing himself balls deep as I gag. Trying desperately to push him away but hes too strong.

He begins to skull fuck me. Ruthlessly ramming into my throat, using my hair to push and pull my head onto his cock. Forcing his full length to fill my windpipe with each thrust.

I try to focus and breathe through my nose. Just as I get the hang of it to keep myself breathing i feel the toe of his boot press roughly into my cunt. My legs spread around him, he pushes his foot against me. My clit rubbing against it painfully as he forcefully takes my mouth.

After what feels like forever he rips his cock from my throat, throwing me to the ground.

Dizzy, i try to catch my breath but before i can he's already on top of me, flipping me onto my stomach and kneeling on the small of my back. He pulls my wrists behind me and I feel something cold, wire maybe, being bound around them from wrist to elbow. Pinning them against my back, my shoulders pulled together painfully.

I feel his weight shift back so he's sitting over my knees. A hand forces its way between my thighs, thick fingers prodding against my fuck hole. I cant help but moan as two stretch my tight cunt. They feel so much bigger inside than mine did.

He grunts, his other hand reaching up and around my neck. Choking me as he fucks me with his fingers.

I still havent seen his face. I gasp as he hits a spot inside me I could never reach myself.

How have I gotten here? So desperate to feel something new I put myself in this situation. I went outside, naked to fuck myself like a pathetic whore. I wanted this. Part of me hoped this would happen. Id be manhandled and used out in the street like a prostitute.

But no, im worse. Im letting him do this for free. I wanted him to take me against my will. I wanted him to ruin me.

His hand on my neck gets tighter, he adds another finger. The stretch hurts but I like it. Its not long before I feel it building, my body tenses and just as Im about to cum, he stops. I whine like a bitch in heat. Waiting for him to flip me over and beat me or fill me with his cock but it doesn't come.

My arms are still bound but as I roll over I see no one. He got me to the edge and then left me face down on the pavement.

I wait a bit longer, but he doesn't come back. I force myself to get up and walk home. Spend the rest of the night getting the wire off my arms.

I look in the mirror, spit and tears coating my face, my body dirty and scraped from the ground. My cunt dripping down my legs. Im nothing but a disgusting whore. And all I care about is that I didn't get more.

I call out of work, spending the entire day fucking myself. Using every toy I have, the shower head, flogging my own cunt, but nothing is enough. I need him to use me again.

The next night I do it again. 2am, I strip naked and go out to sit under the street lamp. I sit on my hands and knees, ass in the air for what feels like hours, but he never comes.

The sun is rising by the time I give up and return home. It goes on like this for the next week. Fucking myself all day and sitting ready to be taken all night but it never happens.

Im exhausted by now, my body so desperate to be fucked that I cant take it. I try again, but this time the exhaustion takes over and I pass out.

I don't know how long I'm out, but I wake up tied to the lamp post, my tits being beat with a cane. I scream, but my mind is beyond excited. He finally came back. He's going to use me!

My cunt is dripping and ny desperation clouds the pain. I begin moaning as he canes my tits. He hits them harder and the pain makes me moan louder. I hear the cane drop as he straddles me and forces his cock into my mouth. Face fucking me again, slamming my head into the post im tied to.

I gag and choke around him, but my pussy only drips more. He pulls out, pumping himself, coating my face and tits in thick ropes of cum and I finally see his cock.

He's massive. So big I dont understand how he fit in my mouth. As I gape at his cock I hear him chuckle. He kneels down so we're face to face. "It only fit because I wasn't hard when I started. Id say you're in for a painful fuck, but you're such a little pain slut I bet youll love it." He slaps me accross the face.

"What kind of disgusting whore fucks herself in the street? Hmm? The kind that moans when shes having her slutty milk bags caned? The kind that's so desperate for my cock she sits out her every night with her ass in the air waiting to get railed? The kind thats so desperate to cum she hasnt slept in a week because shes been abusing her cunt all day every day?" He talks to me like a dumb puppy, pouting as he holds my chin, letting me know he's been watching me all week, letting me degrade myself for him.

"Tell me what you want my little rape whore" he coos, groping my bruised tits, making me wince and moan.

"I...I want you to make me cum" I moan quietly, grinding my hips, trying to press my legs together.

"You wanna cum?" He laughs. He bends my legs up, grabbing more rope and tying my legs bent and spread. My dripping, red cunt open on display for him.

"You dont get to cum. Whores dont get to cum. And youre a whore" he slaps my clit roughly, making my body jolt.

"See, if youd been a good girl and stayed inside. Not come back out here like a desperate little cumdump. I would have broken in, raped you properly, filled that little pussy up with my cum, and we both would have been happy" he says continuing to slap and flick my cunt.

"But you just had to be a disgusting dirty depraved little cunt" he says Slapping me accross the face to push each word "and dirty cunts dont get to feel pleasure, though you're so disgusting even hurting you brings you pleasure so Im not sure how to punish a slut like you"

The way he says it sounds like he's used to situations like these. It makes me wonder how many times he's done this. Raped and tortured little sluts on the street. It seems so natural to him. Tying me to a light post and abusing me.

The thought makes me moan and he laughs again. He stands and begins to walk away and I panic. He can't leave me without using me again!

"Please no! Please! I need you to rape me! I need you to use me! I dont care if I cum, but please I need your cock!! Ive been dreaming of it for the last week!"

I yell after him, whining and crying pathetically. He turns, laughing at me. "You really are pathetic. Ive never met such a disgusting cunt. I told you you werent cumming. But I cant pass up abusing a bitch like you. Sit tight my little whore, ill be right back."

I watch as he walks around the corner. A few minutes pass and a truck pulls up, the headlights blinding me as I hear the door open and he's standing in front of me with a duffle bag.

He opens it, digging around before pulling a cattle prod from it. My eyes go wide and I begin to shake my head, trying to get away but I can't move an inch the way im bound. He pulls out a self fucking dildo and some duct tape. Taping in in my mouth and turning it on, making me gag around it unable to scream as he turns on the cattle prod.

He leans close "im going to show you something even a pain slut like you wont moan about. Im going to make you regret asking for this, and Im going to make sure you dont enjoy one second of my cock when I get around to fucking you"

With that he presses the prod to my left nipple, the shock hurts so bad my whole body tenses in pain and before i can come down he hits the right one. Spit pours down my chin as the dildo fucks my throat, mixing with tears and staining my bruised tits.

He laughs as he shocks my tits and stomach, he hits my thighs and the bottoms of my feet. Telling me I should be thanking him for this. I asked for it.

Then he shoves it deep into my spread pussy. He makes sure to hit my clit and get it right in my fuck hole. Tears are pouring, im crying so hard im gagging harder than I ever have before.

He laughs as he holds it to my cunt, shocking over and over as my eyes roll back. I black out from the pain only to be smacked across the face hard enough to make me dizzy.

He throws the prod down, leaning down and grabbing my throat, I know he can feel the dildo as he squeezes. "You dont get to pass out cunt! Youre going to feel everything I do to you" he lets go and slaps me again before turning back to his bag.

The street light and his headlights create a spotlight over me in the darkness. My spread open abused body clear to see to anyone that looked out their windows. The later it gets the more cars I hear on the main road. I wonder if anyone will drive by and help me, or help him.

He comes back to me with a knife and laughs as i clench my eyes closed, but he only cuts my binds. My body so sore I cant try and run and he drags me by my hair onto all fours. Pressing my face to the ground, dildo still fucking my throat. He straddles my shoulders, facing my ass. His weight pushing my face and tits flat to the ground.

I feel something rough brush over my pussy lips, it feels like a course brush. "Dirty little whores need to be cleaned" he says, i can hear the grin as he speaks. "What better to clean you with than a toilet brush?"

My eyes widen as I try to struggle but I can't move as he begins shoving it up my cunt. My eyes water as he starts fucking my already abused cunt with the course brush.

He holds the handle with both hands, aggressively ripping it in and out of my cunt as he laughs. Calling me a disgusting whore that needs cleansing. By the time he stops I feel more than just slick on my thighs.

But he doesn't get off of me. Instead he says "next hole" and roughly does the same to my ass.

This time I do black out from the pain. I just can't take it. I dont know how long he rapes my ass for but when i wake up again he's standing over me with the cane, beating my ass black and blue.

He leans down pulling me to my knees by my hair and growling in my ear "i think its finally time to give you what you wanted"

Im so broken I can't focus on his words, my body limp for his control and he bends me over again and lines his cock up with my ruined pussy.

Despite the pain I sigh at the feeling. His cock fills my pussy so well. He rams into me as a bruising pace. It feels like he's going forever when he finally pulls me up, groping my tits and biting my neck, his cum exploding against my cervix. But again, just as im about to cum, he pulls out , throwing me to the ground.

"I told you, dirty rape cunts dont get to cum" he kicks my pussy and steps on my tits before dragging me down the street. He stops at my house and begins to tie me to the gate. Tits bound, arms behind my back and legs spread. He blindfolds me and leaves the dildo taped in my throat. I feel something long and wooden shoved up my ass, i assume it a broom or a rake and he slaps me again, something warm soaking my hair, his piss, as he slaps me with his cock and leaves.

I can see the light through the blindfold as the sun rises, i hear cars slow down as they pass me. People walk by taking pictures, playing with me. I couldn't tell you how long I was there before a car pulled up and i was cut down and loaded into it. Fucked mercilessly in the backseat.

I pass out before we stop but when I wake up im chained to a pipe in a bathroom, covered in cum and piss. A sign on the door says "Free for all Rape Whore". I guess this is my life now.

And all I can think is Thank you, to the man who showed me what a disgusting slut I was that first night.

[binvhs]

# sub!han, dom!reader, reader is taller than han, piv, unprotected sex, toxic masculinity kinda

han who thinks he would like to be the one always in control, to feel bigger – both physically and mentally in a relationship. perhaps it was the societal expectations, that urged him to automatically think of himself as the one in charge everytime.

but oh boy,,, did he start questioning it when he met you. with your tall figure and your charming personality that swept him off of his feet. he felt weird, he felt so weird when you stood beside him and it made him feel so small, so timid. he would feel flustered at first, almost ashamed.

and that feeling worsened. it worsened when he realized it turned him on. to have to look up to talk to you, to have to rely on you sometimes to get things from the top shelves.

it gets even worse when you wore heels during that one party, it added much more to your already tall frame. but even so you carried yourself with much confidence, standing straight, heels clinking onto the floor when you made past the people to greet han.

han had stared up at you with big doe eyes, a slight blush covering his cheeks when he realized he was face to face with your tits. the dress you wore already gave him a delicious view. he felt pathetic when he feels himself get rock hard again.

of course it doesn't end there. his feelings only intensify when you two start dating. knowing he has to slightly lift himself up just to kiss you, or maybe you'd lean down, hands caressing his soft and round cheeks. it felt wrong, why does he want to get so pampered by you? so, han shoved away those feelings to the back of his head.

during your first time together, han decides to show you, who's actually in charge. as your lips molded with his, kissing his breath away, he pushes you onto the bed. his smaller frame hovers over you, kisses trailing down from your jaw to your neck. you groan, hands curled up in his wavy hair. han feels himself harden at the sound.

his hands come up to pin yours down to the bed but the next second makes him gasp. eyes blown wide, he stares at you, who's now above him. you had just flipped him over, like it was nothing.

you grin devilishly at his shocked expression and han blushes hard. his cock was straining against his pajamas as you take the lead.

"my pretty boy, hm?" you say to him, moving down to lower his sweatpants and boxers at once. han whines at your tone, eyes clenched shut. he felt so weak, especially under your gaze as you stare down at him, licking your lips like he's your prey.

"h-hurts." han says in a small voice, feeling your hand wrap around his girth.

"s' sensitive, aren’t you?" you coo at him. "don't worry, bub. i'll take care of you." you say, pushing your panties to the side and sitting yourself down on him. han moans out loudly at your wetness sucking him in till he was buried deep inside you, tip hitting your cervix.

you make a move to take off the top of his pajamas, leaning down to lick over his fresh tattoos. your hips move up and drop down, your mouth sucks onto the skin around the ink on his chest.

"i- p-please-" he whines when you take his nipple into his mouth and hum.

"what is it, baby?" you ask, taking his other nipple in your mouth.

"f-faster, p-please– oh my– p-please s' tight." he whimpers out and you grin, sitting up properly.

"of course, baby." han's breath hitches when you start bouncing up and down, your hands come up to pin his wrists to the bed, restricting him of any action.

he feels so small, fully naked under you while you were fully dressed, restraining him. tears leave his eyes, feeling all too overwhelmed at this new feeling.

"c-close– need– need to cum–" he says and you go faster. when he feels your hand come down to cup his balls, he just can't take it anymore. han bucks his hips into you, releasing a strangled moan as he fills you up with his seed. his head feels all dizzy. he closes his eyes trying to come down from his high.

han hears you tsk as you remove yourself from him. he blinks up at you, cheeks fully flushed, wide innocent eyes looking at you.

"made me do all the work and yet you're the one who's tired?" you roll your eyes and han feels himself getting hard again at your belittling tone.

han has never felt so small, and oddly, never so turned on.

(💭) are all three of my works han? yes. will my next work also be han? absolutely yes.

© binvhs . do not copy, translate or repost my works.

[j1mmys-darl1ng]

.ೃ࿐the bad touch.ೃ࿐

Pairing : Tate Langdon x fem! Reader

Content : smut with basically no plot

warnings : kinda rough sex?, use of y/n, NOT PROOFREAD!

A/n : this is not the smut that was meant to be written but i heard the song and decided to make a fic about it 😓. I am still writing the other its just hard to thing of how to

This is my first time actually writing smut so i apologise for how poorly written it is and if some wordings seem silly, i couldn't keep a straight face at all

SEXUAL CONTENT! IF YOU ARE BELOW THE AGE OF 18 AND REAS THIS, THAT IS YOUR FAULT NOT MINE!!

Mere minutes ago, you and tate were just sat on your bed, listening to music on your record player until a certain song came on and things began to get... Heated. Skip to now, you were straddling tates lap while both of you took turns removing items of eachothers clothes as the tune blasts from your record player, your lips staying connected as much as they can.

'I want you smothered, want you covered Like my Waffle House hash browns'

Your hands matted in his hair as he trails harsh kisses and nips at your neck,his hands trailing down to your shorts and unbuttoning them at a messy pace. you both are fully naked within seconds, him laying you down on the mattress as he slides down your body, his hands following down to your thighs.

You were already soaked and eager, squirming once you feel two of Tates fingers slip into your hole, stretching you out imediately.

"holy shit Tate" you manage to breathe out, your hands balling the material of your bed into your fists as he doesn't waste a single second. His digits pump in and out of you, curling inside of you right against your 'special spot'.

You push his hand away, feeling yourself getting closer to the edge the faster he goes with his skilled fingers. He looks up at you with his big brown eyes tinted with confusion and slightly worry, hoping he didnt do anything wrong.

"i need you Tate. Right fucking now." you huff, pulling him up by his hair while a devious smirk spreads onto his lips. Your hand reaches out and picks up the headshell, dropping the needle back onto the record so the song restarts.

Without any warning, he slides into you, letting out a groan as he does so. His hands grip your hips, giving you a few seconds before his hips begin to move at a slow pace, quickly becoming a much faster pace once he knows your fine with it.

"Oh my god y/n. You feel so good!" he grunts as his balls slap against your ass with each sharp thrust, every single one hitting your g-spot.

'you and me baby, we aint nothin' but mammals so lets do it like the do on the discovery channel'

"im way too turned on by this holy shit!" Tate goans. Your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving deep crecent marks in place of them. Your legs wrapped around his waist, tilting your body upwards ever so slightly and giving him the perfect angle to continuously slam into your g-spot.

"T-tate, im gonna cum if you keep it up like that," you practically squeal, the shaky feeling in your legs getting more powerful. Within seconds your seeing stars, Tates thrusts not slowing down at all, his hips still relentlessly pounding into you. You feel your tight walls getting overstimulated, small whimpers slipping from your lips as tears prick your eyes.

"Agh! Fuck!" Tate grunts into your ear, soon pulling out and pumping his member. His sticky, warm ropes of semen making a mess on your stomach and breasts.

Tate collapsed down besides you, pulling you into a hug and taking a deep inhale of your hair, helping him come back down to earth.

"ew your sweaty!" you joke, letting out a small giggle as you wiggle around, trying to escape his tight and humid grasp.

"mmn.. I wanna smell your hair." i pouts playfully, hugging you tighter and burrying his face into your neck.

A/n: thank you to that one person that gave me the encouragement to make this!

Thanks for reading! <3

[sweetracha]

Hi bby here to remind you of the magic that is Han jisung and the sinful things that tongue could do

https://x.com/hwangsamericano/status/1705704867564777733?s=46&t=eZ3po2XTSBVHdVVFQw5wXw

H-Ha-Han-Hann-HANNIE!!!

The things I want...NO NEED this man to do to me...

Baby I love you and missed you so much, then you show up in my inbox with this GIFT?!?!

Okay but think with me here...

You went everywhere with them. It wasn't clear if the four of you were dating, friends with benefits, or something entirely new. What you did know is there was no where you rather be than in the recording studio with 3racha, also known as your boys.

They were practicing for the festival in New York that was only a few days away. A change in plans after an incident made them extra on edge. With all the stress came a lot of fucking...a lot. The boys knew you were willing to help them whenever they needed it. What is a better way to forget all your problems than being balls deep inside your favorite stress toy?

That is how you ended up naked from the waist down lying on the wooden studio floor. Han couldn't get his part right. It was a fast-paced wordy rap that he could do in his sleep. Something about the deadline made him overthink, causing him to get tongue tied over and over again. You could see the confidence in his eyes start to dwindle, the others saw it too. Han needed something to prove to himself that he skilled with his tongue.

"Fuck! Han, please!" You cried out.

You tried to jerk your legs closed but Chan and Changbin kept them bent and open.

"He is doing so well, isn't he bunny? And to think he thought he didn't have it in him" Chan spoke from your right.

"Keep going Babyboy, you still got to make her cum 3 more times" Changbin coached from the left.

"Three!?! I can't-Fuck HAN! I can't take three" Both men were quick to catch your head before it smashed into the ground.

Han had already made you cum twice from his mouth alone. No fingers allowed Chan's rules. It was wet and sloppy; the floor was soaked from spit and cum. Han looked up at Changbin to make sure he heard them right.

"3 more babies, one for every time Han messed up. I'd get to it, because if you mess up again after this, we will have to start all over." Changbin sounded like a personal fuck trainer.

Han looked at you and the second he saw your blown out eyes, his confidence returned. With a wink and a smirk, Han spread your cunt open, spit right on your clit, and drove back in.

(Unedited)

[ayylovley]

2 - taking shower and 4 - aftercare with my big boy Sam <333333333

2. Taking a shower/bathing with them, 4. Aftercare ❤️

After a long day of work, Samuel had to blow some stress away, he didn’t expect you to be in the shower once he got home to you. With a mean grin painted on his face with the idea of scaring, surprising you while you’re vulnerable and naked. Finding himself undressing in the bathroom as you were completely unaware, too busy with your back turned humming softly to yourself. Squeezing a bottle of coconut scented body wash on the palm of your hand. When suddenly the glass shower door behind you was slammed shut making a big ‘BANG’

You jumped out of your skin, dropping the bottle to the ground as the water runs down the drain. As soon as your eyes meet Samuel’s your heart decreases a little from the brief fear that someone broke in while you were showering.

“Samuel! You fucking bastard you scared me!!”

“That was the plan.” He didn’t hide his enjoyment of the success. He steps forward to your frame, once he was close enough he placed his hand on your thigh and gripped it gently. “I had a shitty day again, I’ll need to relive this stress.” You know how Samuel gets when he comes home from a long day at work, he’s always primal in bed but he gets twice as much when everyone was on his case. With your back pressed right against the glass, your backside squished against it from the help of Samuel pushing you up, his strength and speed wasn’t just useful for fighting.

Because within seconds you can feel his thick cock stretching your tight hole, his fast pounding fills the steamy air with both of your bodies slap together. “Mm fuck this is the best pussy I’ve ever had!”

His crude praise along with his tip harshly punching the softest and squishiest spot inside leaves your eyes rolling back full of nothing but bliss and heaven. You could hear a laugh in your ear, “that’s right, (y/n). Only my dick can make you feel like this. You like that?”

You were too busy screaming his name to respond to anything, your nails dragging deep in his back. Encouraging him to repeatedly bang your ass on the glass more intensely. “Don’t you dare cum.” You already know his way of this, he fucks you like an animal and never lets you cum the first time you feel the thick need to release. You still most of the time obey his orders especially on the days he came home from a bad day at work not wanting to know how much worse the punishment is compared to the times he’s just being playful and needs to be in control.

It feels like an hour has gone by when you try your best to edge yourself, in between fast paced thrusts, Samuel would painfully slow down while still inside of you. He loves how you’re begging and crying for your orgasm, it makes him continue with fierce movements again. His balls following with brutal smacks on your ass, “You’re being such a good girl. You know what, maybe I’ll make you edge a little more and then I’ll let you cum around my dick.” A couple more primal thrusts leaves you overstimulated, your core aching and throbbing from the endless momentum.

“You’ve earned your reward now, you slut. Go ahead and cum for me.”

With a moan filling your ear, his thick cock pulls out slowly with a slight fill of his own seed purposefully wasn’t being fast enough. With the intense climax it’s made your body clench and tense up caught up in the heavenly bliss, your throbbing entrance oozing with the salty liquid as it dripped down Sam’s balls. His own seed rubbed and coated against the surface of your pussy, letting you feel the hot load on your skin.

You need to take a deep breath before moving again, feeling your legs like jello once Samuel unwraps your shaking legs and let your feet back on the wet floor.

Once you’re both on his bed, the lights dim in the room and he flips you on your stomach to straddle your ass just to give your shaking legs a nice massage. He has no problem taking care of you when it comes down to how he pounded you into oblivion. You can already feel the wobbling feeling and sore pain in your inner thighs fading away as he has one hand groping your ass.

“You want some water?”

“…no I’m ok. I do want to be in your arms though.”

You look behind him over your shoulder to catch any approval, he sighs “You’re so needy, (y/n). Fine.” He meets you laying down beside you, immediately intertwining his muscular arms around your frame “wait a minute, this isn’t an excuse to touch my chest again is it?”

There’s a laugh heard from you “what do you think?” Your teeth nibbles on his pecks “Careful, (y/n). You seem to forget who can be in charge here.”

[incandescentt-iridescentt]

pervert older brother!izuku x cisfem little sister!reader cw: (i)ncest, non-con/rape, somnophilia, drugging, (forced) breeding, cum (lots of it), absolutely filthy dirty talk. wc: approx. 1.1k a/n: this is literal filth. please please please heed the content warnings. if it's not your cup of tea (because believe me, i can understand why, i'm not oblivious.) don't report, just block. mdni!! i do not condone ANYTHING written in this drabble. everything is purely fantasy. all characters are aged 18+.

thinking about depraved pervert big brother izuku who just can't help it when it comes to you! it's not his fault that he's so attracted to his little sister. maybe it just means it was meant to be, yeah? i mean, why else would he be so attracted to someone he 'can't' have?

so don't put the blame on him when he acts on his lust for you that one night your parents are out of town. he tiptoes down the hall, stark naked, cock already throbbing n leaking pre-cum as he finally sneaks into your room. his hand is already on his cock the minute he actually sees you, sleeping in nothing but a little nightdress, knocked out in a deep sleep from the little pill he dropped into that cup of chamomile tea he had offered you earlier. it dissolved straight away, there was no way for you to know!

he has to stifle a moan, eyes half lidded n practically drooling as he fists the base of his cock, willing it to stop throbbing and leaking a trail of pre as he moves deeper into your room, closer to you. he's panting when he approaches you as you're asleep on your stomach. he reaches out to touch your hair, trailing down your shoulder, then your spine. he wishes he could see your tits, but for now, he'll take what he can get. his hand continues its trail down your hips, ass and thighs, all of which he squeezes and gropes in fervor. slowly, he pulls the hem of your nightdress up, revealing your pretty little pussy, which glistens in the low light of the room. he doesn't realize he's drooling until a glob of spit leaks down in between your folds.

in awe, he dips his index and middle finger into your folds, spreading your slick around to your clit and he sees your hips twitch. he pulls back quick in worry, but gets distracted rather quickly when he sees the trail of slick which still connects your pussy to his hand. without a second to waste, he dips his fingers into his mouth, silently moaning, eyes rolling back at the taste. he collects more to rub over his cock before looking back up to your face, which is smushed slightly against your pillow. he takes a few steps along the edge of the bed so that his cock is hovering right above your face. the lust, the possibilities laid out right before him, are endless, and it excites him to no end. he takes his cock in his right hand, pumping a couple strokes before pressing it down to your cheek, where he taps a bit.

slowly but surely, he takes to humping your face, hand flat atop his member, pressing down as the underside rubs along the skin of your cheeks, nose, lips and chin. (and occasionally, your hands, which he forms into a loose fist for him to fuck into) leaving a glistening path of slick and pre-cum across your body. he gets back to your lips, though, nudging your lips open with his tip as another surprisingly thick and large glob of pre-cum dribbles into your mouth. he ruts the tip into your mouth, against your teeth, even flicking the head against the inside of your cheek as well as he can manage before it pops out of your soft mouth, landing back on your cheek. once he's satiated from the heat of your mouth, he wanders back to your thighs. climbing onto your mattress and straddling the backs of your thighs, and just like he did your mouth, he taps his dick on your pussy lips, each drawback pulling a string of slick with it. that does it for him. something in him snaps, and in one quick stroke, he's fully sheathed inside of you, the skin of his thighs pressed tight against yours, balls resting against your clit.

that one first stroke is all it takes for him to cum. he cums in huge thick strokes, balls deep inside you, filling you up as he moans n pants n mumbles obscenities.

it doesn't matter. nothing matters, not how you'll react when you find out, or what you'll say, because you're still sleeping, and izuku's still impossibly hard inside of you. he whimpers a little shifting his hips while he's still inside of you, causing some of his load to drip out around his cock, despite the way he's stretched you out. there's simply too much cum to be held all inside of you. his dick throbs again, and he takes to quick little desperate thrusts inside of you, barely removing more than an inch before thrusting back in because he's just so feverish with the way your cunt gushes around his cock. he ruts into you like a fucking dog in heat, panting, back curved, head ducked and long green hair tickling the skin of your shoulder blades.

he lets out a moan so loud and lewd it sounds like he's in pain before continuing mumbling under his breath.

"f-fuckin'- take this cock. yeah, yeah.. ngh- yeah. you love this don't you? your older brother's cock inside your sweet little pussy huh? i know, i know its so big, yeah baby? feels so good raping you, baby. oh, god.. you're tight... wanted this for so long. been wanting it forever. always wanted my little sister's pussy. been dreaming of this, fucking my fist late at night for years knowing my sister would one day be ready for me. n now i have it. forever, yeah? forever. pussy belongs to me. was made for me. meant to take my cum. why else would mom n dad have another kid after me, huh? they just wanted to make sure i could have the perfect girl. n no one's more perfect than you, huh sis? no one. i'll breed you. fill you up with my cummies so you can't leave.. get you pregnant.. ngh fuck m'gonna cum again... agh-"

he cums again with a loud splurt, his load dripping onto the sheets between your thighs. it's everywhere, on his cock, your ass, his thighs, his pelvis. n he can only sigh dreamily, maneuvering you onto your side so he can cuddle up into you with his cock still pressed deep inside your pussy as he falls asleep from exhaustion, his adrenaline high gone.

and in the morning, when the sleeping effects from the pill ware off, he'll fuck you again. except this time you'll wake up, and he'll have to cover your mouth with a thick hand cooing at you and shushing you, telling you that it's okay if it feels good n that you were meant to be like this for him.

[scenezfreak]

I BEG SOMETHING SMUTTY ABOUT JEFF AND A EMO TRANSMALE Y/N PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEE🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

OFCC, I’ve never written for a transgender reader so I apologize if it’s bad, I will try my best, love 🫶🏻

Jeff x TransMale!Reader

Warnings: Smut, reader has T-Dick, Reader has top surgery scars, soft Jeff? Creampie

NOT PROOF READ, MINORS DNI

Jeff was one of the best boyfriends you could ask for. He respected your decisions and choices so it was no surprise when you came out to him. He said he loved you for you and wouldn’t have it any other way. Hell, he even helped get testosterone for you. He was happy for you when your body started to change too as well as when you got top surgery.

He never seemed revolted by you and would literally kill anyone who said anything bad about you. He enjoyed every moment he spent with you. If you ever started feeling insecure then he would help cheer you up..whether it be cuddling or fucking you. He didn’t mind.

But now… you honestly don’t know how you found yourself in this situation, Jeff had stripped you naked and pushed you on his bed. Your mind was in a haze as he kissed from your neck to your chest, kissing over the scars. You moaned as his tongue licked over your nipples. You jolted as you felt his hands over your sex, his fingers prodding over your enlarged clit. The action made you buck up into his hand to try and gain more friction. “Needy are we?” He hummed as he kissed his way down.

Your eyes never left him as he reached your pelvis. “Jeff please..” You let out a whine, Jeff chuckled and got settled between your legs. His tongue slowly licked a stipe up your cunt before taking your clit into his mouth, letting his tongue swirl around it. Your hand quickly grabbed his hair to push him in more, he didn’t mind the burn in his scalp if it meant he could hear your moans more.

Jeff’s fingers prodded at your hole before slowly working their way in and curling to that certain spot inside of you. He always knew how to give the best head..you were so close to cumming just before he pulled away, causing you to whine. “Why’d..why’d you stop?” You said breathlessly. He didn’t respond, opting to let his body do the talking as he lined up with your hole.

“Fffuck..” Jeff moaned out as he pushing inside of you. Your expression already looked fucked out, causing him to smirk. He slowly pulled out before slamming back in, tears filled your eyeline and you grabbed onto him as he repeated the motion. “Take it like a good boy.” His voice was husky and he let out a groan. His hands grabbed the back of your thighs and pushed them up.

Jeff readjusted himself so that he had you in a mating press. You threw your head back, your brain was numb at this point and Jeff was loving every second of it. He adored your little whimpers, moans, and trembling. His pace was fast and deep, his cock reached all the right places inside of you. “Aww are you gonna cum?” He teased.

You nodded quickly. After a couple of more thrusts you came on him, he groaned and pulled out, flipping you onto your knees. “I’m not done yet.” His voice was low and he pushed in again, starting at the pace he previously had. Before you could look back, he pushed your head down to make you arch more. His free hand had a bruising grip on your hip.

You felt his cock twitch, indicating that he was close. You were too fucked out to care if he would pull out or not, relishing in the way his cock buries deep inside of you. The hand that Jeff had on your hip trailed down to your clit, his fingers pulling and rubbing at it. “J-Jeff wait-..shit..!” You couldn’t stop your self as you came, your cum leaking onto the sheets. He helped you ride through it before straightening.

He was now chasing his own release, his balls slapped against your clit, the added pleasure overstimulating you. His pace got sloppy and he pushed in all the way to the base of his cock, warm white ropes filled your insides. He let out a groan as he fucked himself into you a couple of more times. “Good fucking boy..such a good boy for me.” He mumbled, his own mind stilly hazy.

When he caught his breath and pulled out he laid you down on your back. “Stay right here” He kissed your forehead. “I love you” he mumbled before pulling away to get something to clean you up with. You basked in the afterglow and allowed your eyes to flutter close.

[starksvinyls]

Title: Playing With Girls Rating: Explicit Pairing: Peter Parker/Tony Stark Tags/Warnings: Trans Peter Parker, Female Terms for Peter's Genitals, Feminization, Breeding Bench, Restraints, Paddles, Spanking, Barebacking, Daddy Kink, Under-negotiated kink, (nothing too serious, there's some minor changes of plans during the scene but they check in), BDSM, Dom/sub Summary: Peter has a fantasy he wants to try, and Tony is always willing to give Peter what he wants. Notes: this fills square B4 ‘breeding bench’ on my @starkerfestivals Summer Bingo card! And gets me my first bingo for this round! Title is from the AC/DC song of the same name. AO3 Link

Peter looked gorgeous, splayed across the breeding bench, wrists and ankles secured in cuffs attached to the legs. The soft glow of their playroom’s track lighting illuminating the soft, pale, naked expanse of his his back.  

“How are the cuffs?” Tony asked. 

“Good. No pinching, not too tight.” Peter dutifully replied, knowing what Tony wanted to know. 

“Good boy.”  

Tony stood up and circled around the back of the bench, grinning when he could see a peak of Peter’s folds, already glistening. He picked up a small leather paddle, then “What’s your safeword?” 

“Yellow to pause, red to stop.” 

That was Tony’s cue to begin. He rubbed circles with the paddle over the globes of Peter’s ass, warming him up. Then, he pulled back and swatted across the center of the younger’s ass, not nearly as hard as he knew Peter could take; this was just a nice little appetizer, after all. The chains of the cuffs rattled as Peter wiggled around, and Tony swatted him again, quickly, in reprimand, making Peter still. Four more swats, two on each cheek, and then Tony set the paddle back down on the table set up next to them. Peter’s skin was warm as Tony rubbed over the skin, soothing any residual sting. 

“Such a good girl.” It felt wrong coming out of his mouth, but the way Peter moaned would be seared into Tony’s brain forever. 

There had been plans, ideas of what to do with Peter once he had him at his mercy, but the anticipation was too great. Tony needed to be buried balls deep in his boy’s pussy, and he knew Peter wouldn’t mind a little change in plans. His shorts were hastily pushed down, the fabric pooling around his ankles, and then kicked off out of the way. Tony brought his hand down to Peter’s pussy and ran one finger through his folds. 

“So wet already, baby, this pussy is practically begging for my cock, huh?” 

Peter moaned again, and nodded. “Please, Sir.” 

Tony grinned and pressed his finger into Peter’s hole, still so tight, and quickly added a second. It was a stretch for Peter, but Tony knew he liked it. Peter had spent fifteen minutes, once, describing how incredible the stretch felt while he was sitting on Tony’s cock. Growing impatient, and letting his dick do the thinking, Tony made quick work of stretching Peter out, filthy promises falling from his lips. 

“Gonna fill this pussy up, gonna fuck you so good. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you? You’re gonna take everything I give you and thank me for it, aren’t you?” He demanded. 

“Yes!” Peter wailed. “Thank you, Sir, thank you. Oh, god, just your fingers feel so big inside of me.” 

Tony’s mouth started to run away from him, thoughts tumbling from him faster than he could process. “Just you wait, baby, Daddy’s cock is going to stretch out your little girl parts and ruin you for anyone else.” 

“Oh, fuck, Tony.” Peter panted.

He paused, leaning forward to see where Peter was peaking at him over his shoulder. “Too much?” They had never played around much with daddy kink, but apparently it went hand in hand with feminizing Peter and his pussy for Tony. 

A shake of his head. “No, god, just give me a sec.” 

Tony nodded, still paused with his fingers inside of Peter. When given the go ahead, Tony began to finger fuck Peter again, adding a third finger. 

“Oh, Daddy! It’s- it’s too much.” Peter whined. 

Tony’s other hand flew down to grab the base of his cock. Jesus, this was hot. He grunted and forced his fingers in again, his knuckles soaked with Peter’s juices. There was no way he could wait until Peter was comfortable with four fingers, and Tony knew Peter could take it. He decided to go for it. Pulling his fingers free, Tony grabbed his cock with his wet fingers and brought it up to Peter’s pussy, rubbing the head up and down the slit. 

“Daddy’s gonna put his dick inside your little girl hole and mold you to the shape of my cock, baby.”

Peter just moaned in response. 

Tony lined himself up and began to push in, working against the resistance of the tightness still clinging to Peter’s pussy. He groaned as Peter’s walls squeezed around his cock, pushing through the velvety heat. Fully seated, he waited a moment to let Peter breathe through it, and then pulled back and slammed back in. His rhythm was punishing, forcing little noises out of Peter with each thrust. 

“Fuck, you feel so good around Daddy’s cock, baby girl, I’m not going to be able to stay away from your little hole now.” 

Peter was making a constant stream of noise, unable to hold any of it in. “Daddy, it’s too big, it hurts.” 

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re making Daddy feel so good, princess, you’re being so good.” Tony gave a hard thrust. “Don’t you want to be good?” 

“Yes, Daddy.” Peter replied, sounding meek. 

God, his boyfriend was a fantastic actor. No matter what they roleplayed, Peter always managed to make it all seem so real, always pulled Tony into the scene with just a few artful looks and crafted words, and was able to improv and play off of Tony. Tony really felt like the dirty old man he was playing at.  

Tony had his reservations, when Peter first brought up his fantasy, how could he not? He had never once thought of Peter as anything other than a boy - a man, and he hadn’t been sure he would be able to degrade Peter the way he was asking for. After hours of discussion and reassurances on both sides, though, Tony could say this was the hottest thing they’ve done together. To know that Peter, his boy, trusted him that much, knew that Tony didn’t actually think those things, but was willing to indulge Peter, it ratcheted up the intensity of the actual fucking by about a thousand. 

His balls slapped against Peter’s cock as he fucked in and out of the boy’s stretched hole, his grip on Peter’s hips no doubt making little finger shaped bruises that would fade before they were even out of their after scene bath. 

“Daddy’s gonna come inside you, gonna fill up your womb, princess.” Tony moaned. 

Peter tried to push himself up, but was held down by the cuffs. “No! Daddy, don’t! You can’t come inside!” 

Tony grunted and fucked into Peter’s pussy just a bit harder. “Daddy can do whatever he wants, baby, and Daddy doesn’t pull out. So you’re going to take it all like a big girl, understood?” 

“Yes, Daddy.” Peter choked out. 

He was close, he hadn’t been this close this fast in a long time. It took him by surprise, but Tony really shouldn’t be surprised by anything else during this scene; nothing had gone as he expected in the best ways. His balls tightened, making Tony thrust that much harder into Peter. If the bench wasn’t bolted down, it would be scraping across the floor with Tony’s movements, he was sure. 

Peter was making the most delicious sounds and Tony groaned as he started coming. Rope after rope of come pulsed into Peter’s womb, just as promised. When Tony pulled out, a gush of come followed, dripping down to the floor. Peter was limp, like a puppet whose strings had been cut, draped over the bench. 

“You wanna come, baby?” Tony murmured, gently rubbing Peter’s lower back. 

Sometimes Peter was too sensitive just from the fucking, especially if Tony took him from behind. Having Tony’s balls slap against his cock could be quite stimulating, according to Peter, and an orgasm would send him into an overload. Other times, he was damn near insatiable and Tony had to break out the vibrator. 

“Y-yeah,” The younger man panted. “Just your fingers.” 

Tony wasted no time in bringing his hand back down to Peter’s pussy, running two fingers through the mess of Peter’s juices and Tony’s semen, down to his cock. He used the pads of his fingers to gently massage the length, knowing just how Peter liked to be touched. A tremor ran through Peter’s body and he moaned as he came quickly, hips trying their hardest to buck despite the restraints. 

Tony rubbed soothing circles on Peter’s back as he calmed down, and then knelt down to undo the restraints. Peter brought his arms up and crossed them on the main body of the bench, giving himself a pillow. His head was turned to the side, watching Tony as he began doing a  quick, rudimentary clean up - the rest could wait til later. 

“Ready for a bath?” The older man asked, squatting down to be at eye level with Peter. 

Peter smiled. “Can we have the cactus lily salts?” Those were his favorite scented bath salts. 

“Absolutely,” Tony stood, wincing as his knees popped, and held out his hand to help Peter up. “Anything for you, baby.” 

[geralts-yenn]

I can't remember how much you teased me with this chapter. I had expectations. High expectations. But you exceeded them, once more

And I think none of us betted on reader's first lay beside Mikey to be August 🤣 Didn't see this coming (yeah, pun, I know)

“It’s my second-best way of showing you how I feel about you,”

I love men who choose cooking as their second-best way of showing love. 😍😍😍 About the best way, we get to that later....

“August?” With your thumb, you gently wiped the tears away. “What’s wrong?”

Meeep, you can't just casually make that arrogant asshole cry! 🥺🥺🥺 I'm melting!

“I want your feelings for me to be important enough for you to say them out loud. Despite my already knowing them.”

🥺

Ah, my heart! Can we kiss him better real quick, please?

“You make my heart beat faster, and when you touch me, it sends shivers down my spine – even if you just hold me like this… When I think about you at night, I feel butterflies. I am so completely, incredibly and undeniably attracted to you, and I want to know you in every possible way.”

Yes!

Before you had good and well finished your sentence, his mouth was on yours, eagerly moving against your lips, the coarse hair of his mustache scratching your skin. There was something uniquely romantic about the way he kissed you, as if you could feel the walls he normally had put up around him fall away – as if he was really letting you in for the first time since you’d met him.

🥺

YES!!!

“Can I take you to bed?”

YES!!!!!!!!!

“I’m not a full vampire.” Now that was surprising… “I wasn’t bitten, I was born. About four hundred years ago. I am a vampire – my father was one. My mother, however… She was a succubus.”

Yeah, I know, I already knew that because I'm an annoying little fangirl asking for spoilers. But when I learned this....What an amazing idea! I love it so, so much!

“I mean I’m going to make a point of making you cum so many times you won’t be able to stand,”

I love him!

“Sometimes I can’t help it… You and Mike – especially Mike, unfortunately – are very loud in your affection for each other. When you first moved here it was so bad I had to leave the house on occasion…”

This is hot AND cute. Especially the detail about Mikey 😍

“I want to know what it feels like when you know I’m watching you,” he growled, “you’re different like this, just like you’re different when you’re by yourself. Sometimes I wish I had Marshall’s gift, too, so I could know if it’s different depending on which one of us you’re thinking about.”

Oh, this is ... interesting... in a very good way 😁

For a moment, you wondered what he could possibly mean by that, and then you felt it; another orgasm building inside of you, steadily and very quickly, and without a single touch.

Did I already mention that I love him?

“What happened?” you asked breathlessly, looking at August with wide eyes. “I left,” he snapped. Clearly that was the end of that line of inquiry…

Nooo, I need to know more of it 🥺

A few swift moves later, he was naked. You let your eyes travel down his body and sighed.

I feel this sigh! Very much!

“It’s that attitude, or my cock, princess,” he snarled, “you can’t have both.”

You had to give Mike credit; when he’d done his little failed experiment, his August-impersonation had been eerily on point.

You know, you got me from horny to giggling and back to horny in three sentences, babe!

This was about control. And he was going to have to fight for it. At least that’s what you would have bravely thought about the whole situation if you hadn’t had cock stuffed balls deep down your throat, tears gathering in your eyes, and a ruthless man hovering over you, making you gag around him.

Excuse me, but...ajkadkajdhkfakjfhadhajkdhsjfks

This also goes for the next four or five paragraphs. Because, damn, that was some filthy blowjob! Just perfect! Absolutely perfect!

“I’m gonna make this short,”

...he said after he had made you come so often that you had lost count... 🤣

if it weren’t for Mike, who came home at that moment

👀

oh-oh! I'm a little scared now. Still very, very horny but also scared!

Fantastic chapter, babe! You're a genius 😘

Part 15

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 14 🟣 Part 16

A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

Warnings: Ongoing vampire shenanigans, mentions of blood, biting, angst. SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), face fucking, Dom!August, p-in-v sex, and we're finally putting that special little talent August has to good use. I think that's all necessary warnings, but as always; tell me if I missed something, please!

Word count: 4334! (hm, yes, beautiful number <3)

A/N: Alright! We're finally fucking some vampires - ones who don't answer to the name "Mike", that is. So I guess it's a moment we've all been waiting for... Or like... Y'all have been waiting for, I knew it was going to happen. Enjoy, loves.

@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @summersong69 @mis-lil-red @ellethespaceunicorn @sillyrabbit81 @livisss @itsrubberbisquit @ktficworld

“Hello, princess,” August yawned as he stepped into the kitchen. “Everyone’s out.” It was not a question, but rather a statement – of something so glaringly obvious that you had already figured it out before you set foot outside of Sherlock’s bed, where you had woken up. He’d been the last to feed last night, after Mike had gracefully accepted – save for some slight protesting – that you wouldn’t share his bed that night, no matter how happy you were that he was home again. Now, he was probably out to talk to some teachers about his recent absence. Sherlock had kissed you goodbye that morning at an absolutely unholy hour, to make the commute to his new workplace – a university in another city almost two hours away. Marshall was… where he always was, working some case or another until he could barely stand on his feet.

August was the only one of the guys who had taken a vacation these weeks, and you found yourself oddly grateful that you weren’t all by yourself this morning.

“Hey,” you answered, “want some breakfast?”

He laughed, taking your hands in his and leaning his forehead against yours. “Allow me,” he muttered. For the first time, you dared to ask him why he always seemed so happy to cook for you – the question made him laugh. August didn’t laugh often, but when he did… The sound was something mystical, in a way you couldn’t quite explain. “It’s my second-best way of showing you how I feel about you,” he chuckled.

“What’s the first?” You realized your error too late, and by the time you figured that out, August had you pinned between the counter and his body, with no possibility of escape.

“I could show you,” he said, grinning widely.

“You know how I feel,” you teased, hoping to get him to do the heavy lifting, which – surprisingly – he didn’t. Instead, he took a step back.

“No, princess,” he sighed, shaking his head. “That’s not gonna work.” He stepped closer to you again, putting a hand against your cheek. “I want to hear the words. From you,” he mutters, his voice dangerously void of emotions – until you look into his eyes.

“August?” With your thumb, you gently wiped the tears away. “What’s wrong?”

“Yes, I know how you feel, but talk to me, please,” he whispered softly. “I want your feelings for me to be important enough for you to say them out loud. Despite my already knowing them.”

“Oh, August, I didn’t think…”

“No one ever does,” August replied to you plainly, although there was an apologetic smile on his face. “Promise me, princess… Share your feelings with me, your desires with Mikey and your thoughts with Marshall the way you talk to Sherlock.”

Slowly, you became aware of August’s hands, resting on your hips. Resting your head on his shoulder, you leaned into him, and he responded by wrapping his arms around you. “All of them?” you asked quietly. His answer was a simple nod. You hummed – a half-chuckle that didn’t seem to surprise August at all. “You make my heart beat faster, and when you touch me, it sends shivers down my spine – even if you just hold me like this… When I think about you at night, I feel butterflies. I am so completely, incredibly and undeniably attracted to you, and I want to know you in every possible way.”

Before you had good and well finished your sentence, his mouth was on yours, eagerly moving against your lips, the coarse hair of his mustache scratching your skin. There was something uniquely romantic about the way he kissed you, as if you could feel the walls he normally had put up around him fall away – as if he was really letting you in for the first time since you’d met him.

After some time, he broke your kiss, holding your face in his hands. He moved away, leaving you looking into a pair of hungry blue eyes. “Can I take you to bed?”

You gasped your answer – a clear, resounding ‘yes’ – and nodded as his eyes begged you to temporarily waive the ‘human speed’ rule in the house, which you gladly did for him in this instance.

When your back his the mattress, you laughed. “You need this, don’t you?”

“’Need’ is a strong term,” he chuckled, laughing when he saw your puzzled expression. August pulled you into his side, where you quickly got comfortable.

“There’s something about you, August,” you sighed. “Something that’s not entirely like the others. Something…”

“A little deviant?” he asked, using your words from the day before. You nodded. That was exactly what you were getting at. “I’m surprised you noticed. Most of my kind… or kinds, I suppose, don’t.” He absentmindedly ran his hand over the arm you had lying across his chest. “I’m not a full vampire.” Now that was surprising… “I wasn’t bitten, I was born. About four hundred years ago. I am a vampire – my father was one. My mother, however… She was a succubus.”

“Succubus as in… female sex demon?” you asked, slightly confused by the revelation that those, too, existed.

“Put bluntly, yes,” August chuckled softly. “They’re quite rare, and there’s not a lot known about them, unfortunately. It’s said they need semen to survive, which we know isn’t true, but it’s a rather persistent piece of folklore. They feed off energy of a sexual nature – orgasmic nature, to be precise.”

“Do you?” It didn’t sound like much of a problem to you if he did.

“Yes and no,” he answered vaguely. “It can’t sustain me, but it’s a very nice snack. My gifts to feel and influence other’s emotions seems to be a result of my mother’s proclivity for perceiving those energies…”

“So, when you say ‘nice snack’…” Your voice trailed off, but August laughed understandingly, anyway.

“I mean I’m going to make a point of making you cum so many times you won’t be able to stand,” he growled in your ear before chuckling. “You like it when I talk to you like that, don’t you, princess?” Instead of answering him, you squirmed in his arms. “I love how comfortable you are around us,” he said suddenly, taking you by surprise – to say the least. Nevertheless, you knew exactly what he meant.

“It’s very… liberating,” you said slowly, “not being able to hide from you guys… At first it scared me, but now – ever since the agreement, I’m sure you noticed – I don’t want to hide anything from you anymore.”

“Nothing at all?” August asked, raising an eyebrow suggestively. What could he possibly be up to now? Hold on…

“What’s the… range on this gift of yours, Walker?” you snapped, slapping him on the shoulder out of reflex, hurting your hand in the process. “Do you just go around listening… feeling in on my, eh… private time with Mike?”

“I try not to,” he replied apologetically. ‘Try’. A very nice word to hide a ‘yes’ behind. “Sometimes I can’t help it… You and Mike – especially Mike, unfortunately – are very loud in your affection for each other. When you first moved here it was so bad I had to leave the house on occasion…”

“August!” you shrieked, pulling the pillow from under your head and putting it over your face to hide your embarrassment – completely unsuccesfully, of course. Your cheeks were burning, and you were overwhelmed by shame – not just because August knew some extremely intimate details about your sex life, but also – if not mostly – because you found that really, really hot in a way you couldn’t describe, even if you tried.

“Marshall couldn’t stand the two of you, either,” he chuckled, “but he didn’t feel the same way I felt about you back then.” Right… August had a thing for you when you first moved into the apartment… “I can tell you’re curious,” he laughed, “it wasn’t a crush so much as a… craving. It’s not gone – it never went anywhere, if I’m being perfectly honest with you.”

“A succubus-craving?” you asked, putting the pillow back where it belonged.

“Incubus, technically, but yes.” He turned his head, laying his forehead against your temple. The soothing baritone of his voice seeped right into your bones, making you shiver, and an involuntary moan escaped you. “It’s a very intense need to see that you’re taken care of.” August startled you by gently sucking your earlobe into his mouth, and biting down on the soft flesh, making you gasp. “And I would have preferred to be the one doing it myself, but as long as he managed… And from what I’ve gathered over the past months, he manages just fine…” His voice was nothing but a low growl now, with a jagged, feral edge to it that effortlessly caused goosebumps. “But today…” “It will finally be you,” you sighed. Fact of the matter was that you had been waiting for this moment as much as he had – although maybe not for quite as long.

“Well… I need you to do something for me first,” August said softly while he grabbed your hand and guided it between your legs. “Touch yourself. Cum for me. Let me know how it feels…”

“You know how it feels,” you muttered. It had only been a few months since you first had sex with the lights on, for crying out loud, and now August, who wasn’t your boyfriend, wanted to watch you finger yourself until you came so he could what? Get off on it himself? This was beyond scary…

“I want to know what it feels like when you know I’m watching you,” he growled, “you’re different like this, just like you’re different when you’re by yourself. Sometimes I wish I had Marshall’s gift, too, so I could know if it’s different depending on which one of us you’re thinking about.” With every word your heart rate climbed higher and your cheeks burned hotter. “You do think about us, don’t you?” There was no point in lying, but there was also no way you could speak, so you nodded. While August was talking, your fingers had started to move as if by magic, drawing circles around your clit. Soon, you found yourself restricted by your underwear, and you slipped your hands underneath the fabric. “All of us?” Another nod. “Separately?” The question pulled you away from your self-induced pleasure; your eyes flew open and your muscles cramped. When your eyes met August’s, it was like he’d tapped directly into your most private thoughts. Maybe you hadn’t been speaking the whole truth when you said you had nothing to hide from them anymore. But it was no use trying; August may not have been able to read your mind, but he had certainly felt your heart skip that proverbial beat when he mentioned it – as if your eyes didn’t give away everything anyway. Despite your obvious terror, August didn’t seem prepared to drop the subject. “Hm, I’d be up for it.”

“What?” You hadn’t really expected that to be his response to your half-admitting to having thoughts of fucking more than one of your housemates at the same time…

“After a few centuries…” he made a vague gesture you were not sure you understood the meaning of.

“Does it get boring?” you asked.

“Never,” he nuzzled your neck, occasionally pressing his lips to your skin. “It always feels different.” His hand covered yours and gently guided it back into your panties. “Please,” he muttered, “keep going. I need to know.”

Your fingers seemed to move on their own again, but this time, you didn’t get distracted by the words August muttered into your ear: “You’re killing me, princess. Cum for me, please.” After that, he showered you with praise, every word of it bringing you to new heights until you finally exploded. August let out a loud gasp. “Fuck, princess you’re delicious.”

“Right,” you chuckled while trying to catch your breath, “incubus-snack.”

“And a catalogue-building moment,” August chuckled mischievously.

For a moment, you wondered what he could possibly mean by that, and then you felt it; another orgasm building inside of you, steadily and very quickly, and without a single touch.

“Are you serious?” you laughed.

August responded with a dark chuckle. “Until you can’t stand, princess,” he reminded you of his promise from before while he continued to push you towards your sexond climax without so much as lifting a finger. “Be a good girl and cum for me again.” Naturally, you were more than happy to oblige, and August roughly pulled you into his side – almost hurting you – when you came again, whispering another comment about how good it was in your ear as you did.

“Are they as good as the… manually obtained ones?” Weird way of putting it, but for lack of a better way to say it…

“Every bit as good,” August hummed contently, “I could do this all day.” Honestly? So could you… Sure, your muscles would get tired eventually, but the lack of friction meant you could likely keep this up for quite a while. Besides, you doubted that August’s gift would let itself be stopped by a little leg-cramp. “The one thing that’s better…” His voice trailed off as he slowly kissed his way down your neck, his hands slipping underneath the old t-shirt you wore to bed. Without thinking, you reached for the hem and pulled it over your head, leaving August chuckling at your sudden eagerness. Your hands moved to undo the buttons of his shirt, but you soon got distracted and allowed tourhands to roam his chest.

“The scars…” you whispered as your fingers trailed the raised crescent lines on his chin.

“Paris in the nineteenth century was a dangerous free-for-all,” he sighed wistfully, “it was swarming with vampires and other creatures. Succubi, incubi, werewolves, vampires, some monsters you’ve never even heard of. Feeding was a criminal offence, and this was France, so breaking the law didn’t typically end well.”

“Yet you seem to remember it fondly,” you said bitterly, biting the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from saying something stupid. “What was her name?”

“Miriane,” August answered. “And his name was Elias, in case you were going to forget about that question.”

“Was she like me?” you asked. “Or was he?”

“He was,” August remembered, “but she found him, and he was hers – and so was I. Admittedly, I was first, but… like I said. Free-for-all. My gift made it easier to find willing victims, but as you can see, I got attacked a lot. That ended with him. Until…”

“What happened?” you asked breathlessly, looking at August with wide eyes.

“I left,” he snapped. Clearly that was the end of that line of inquiry…

“Who attacked you?”

“Other vampires. Ones without powers. Ones with powers that were less useful in those particular instances. Most of us didn’t want to kill to survive, but few had the option. I guess one would consider me lucky, even though I hardly have what’s considered an ancient gift.” He scoffed, then smiled, sensing your confusion. “Sherlock’s is – the compulsion, I mean. My father has it, too. Unsurprising, since he and Sherlock were turned by the same man.”

“So Sherlock is more or less your uncle?” you asked with a barely discernible smile on your face.

“Oh, please, no! Trying to impose human family ties on vampire covens is next to useless and will quickly make several things very, very awkward,” August laughed, laying his head on your chest. His hand moved up to cup your breast – which he somehow managed to do incredibly casually.

“Awkward, how?” Why? Why did you always have to know? The answer would probably make things awkward and…

Luckily, August was smarter than you in this particular instance: “After, princess.”

And that was the end of your conversation; August turned his head to wrap his lips around your nipple, and that was your cue to cease any and all rational thinking. So, this was wat patience felt like? Several centuries of practice in restraint? Paired with the ability to feel exactly what each move did to you… All those things put together should have made him better than Mike in more ways than one – maybe even more than the obvious – but weirdly enough, they didn’t make him better so much as exquisitely different. You’d become used to the way Mike would spend a whole lot of quality time with your boobs, so the fact that August moved on relatively quickly only to tease you relentlessly when he settled between your legs was almost disappointing in a way.

“I’m not Mike, princess,” August laughed when you tangled your hand in his hair in an ultimately unsuccessful attempt to pull him to where you needed him most.

“I know that,” you huffed, scowling down at where August was busy scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Immediately, his icy blue eyes shot up, meeting yours.

“Do you?” He raised an eyebrow in that way that made you want to punch him and bit down harder on your leg. “I might even try Marshall’s favorite technique,” he said indifferently, a grin spreading on his face as you struggled to remember what he meant by that. Oh no! August chuckled when your expression told him you finally remembered. Another nip at your thigh was followed by the wet warmth of his tongue soothing the sting of the playful bite, and finally another stinging sensation as he sucked on te sensitive skin.

“Do you know you’re not Mike?” you chuckled. He rolled his eyes at you. Why did it make you so happy when he did that? Simply because he looked so incredibly hot while doing it? Then again, when did this man not look incredibly hot?

He stuck to that one love bite, and seemed to decide that that was plenty of teasing for today. As it turned out, being able to feel exactly what you felt was as good a gift as being able to sense desires. Honestly, it was such close competition that you wouldn’t dream of trying to figure out which was better – even more so because it would cut into your ‘enjoying being eaten out’-time. As if you had a prayer at thinking straight while August worked your pussy with his mouth, anyway; as soon as he flattened his tongue against your clit, it was over for you. Your back arched off the bed and you tangled your hand in his hair to pull him closer.

He finished you in no time, chuckling as he kissed his way back up your body again.

“I need you inside of me, now.” Whoever this breathy, more-moan-than-anything-else voice belonged to, it couldn’t be you, could it?

“Good girl,” August murmured. A few swift moves later, he was naked. You let your eyes travel down his body and sighed. He looked just as good as you’d imagined. “Let me take care of you.” Another orgasm hit you out of nowhere as August teased you by sliding the tip of his cock along your slit. It startled you – unnecessarily, of course. You just hadn’t noticed him putting on a condom. Fucking vampires – literally.

“Please stop teasing me,” you pleaded, “and come here.” Pulling him in was a fruitless endeavour, as always – annoying the everloving hell out of you, as always. And as always, the alternative – him indulging you – would have made matters so much worse. So he stayed put, teasing you more, until you were a squirming, whining mess underneath him, and he had an insufferably cocky grin on his face as he made you cum again, and again. You’d already lost count – but his eyes clearly told you that he hadn’t. “God, I wish you were Mike,” you blurted out. It was a lie – you were happier than happy to be here with August right now, but damn the man could do with half the patience he had.

A sadistic chuckle escaped him. “You’re so incredibly desperate for me,” he whispered. “I didn’t know it could feel this good.”

“Another snack:?” you asked sarcastically – and before you registered any movement at all, August’s hand was on your throat.

“It’s that attitude, or my cock, princess,” he snarled, “you can’t have both.” The pressure on the sides of your throat increased slightly, and you gasped. The next orgasm felt different – heightened, in a way, no doubt by the way he handled you right now. “So, which is it?”

As far as you were concerned, this condescending asshole could go to hell – which you didn’t neglect to tell him. Did it have the predicted effect? Absolutely. Did it have the desired effect? Not even close.

He dragged you up by your hair. “Knees.” Not a question. Very, very much not a question. It was also impossible to disobey him, as he still held much of your hair in a tight fist at the back of your head. “Open.” You had to give Mike credit; when he’d done his little failed experiment, his August-impersonation had been eerily on point. Which, of course, you hadn’t known at the time. But now… now you knew. And God, it suited August so much better – although he’d already shown you he could easily do ‘sweet and caring’, too.

Despite the orders shooting straight for your clit, you opened your mouth with the utmost reluctance, helped along by August’s piercing glare and a very persistent thumb that all but forced its way into your mouth. You made a few quick mental notes for comparison – you simply couldn’t help it. Mike was all about sensations; temporarily taking senses out of the equation, heightening others, playing with them, blending pain and pleasure… August didn’t give a damn about sensations. And who could blame him. He could already make you feel anything he wanted without lifting a finger… This was about control. And he was going to have to fight for it. At least that’s what you would have bravely thought about the whole situation if you hadn’t had cock stuffed balls deep down your throat, tears gathering in your eyes, and a ruthless man hovering over you, making you gag around him.

He fucked your mouth like he owned you – and he wasn’t wrong about that. You couldn’t move away from him, you couldn’t breathe, and the tears blurred your vision to the point where you couldn’t see, but you didn’t panic, finding comfort in the thought that August could feel exactly what you were feeling. A few months earlier you’d never thought you’d feel this way, but now you trusted him to take care of you on such a deeply intimate level, that you instinctively relaxed around him. He wouldn’t hurt you.

“That’s my good girl,” he said softly as his grip on your hair relaxed a bit. Oh, he still held you in place, but not with the same iron grip he’d used before. This was softer, gentler and something vaguely reminiscent of a kind of trust.

Surely enough, he soon let go of your hair altogether. “Keep going.” His voice was gentler now, but you didn’t dare make the mistake of assuming anything was up for negotiation. Despite your realization, his hand found its way to the back of your head again rather quickly, nudging you along. “You can do better than that,” he said as he pushed himself deeper into your throat until you were taking all of him again. “Perfect.”

When he let go of your head again, you quickly found yourself in the same predicament. “Just because I let go of you, princess,” he grunted, a tinge of annoyance to his voice, “doesn’t mean you don’t have to take every inch of me. Come on.”

He didn’t allow you to stop sucking him off until you were taking all of him, all by yourself – and for a good while. As you did, he kept giving you those little compliments that made your heart beat faster. Somehow, knowing he knew exactly what his words did to you made it even more exciting. By all means, you should feel terrifyingly exposed, unable to hide from him and his gift – or any of the others – but you didn’t. It was, as you’d mentioned before, very liberating to have them know everything.

After some time, he pulled away, sinking to his knees in front of you, cradling your face in both hands as he wiped away your tears with his thumbs. “You did so well, princess,” he whispered, leaning in so he could press his lips to your forehead. “Now be a good girl for me and get on your knees on the bed so I can fuck that pretty little pussy.”

You had to admit, as you very willingly – eagerly, even – crawled onto the bed again, that August had already done a very good job of fucking the attitude out of you, and something told you he hadn’t even really started.

This time, he didn’t tease you. He just sank into you with one smooth thrust.

“Fuck, princess,” he grunted, his tone suggesting he was going to say more, but he didn’t – or, more accurately; he couldn’t. His near-continuous stream of moans was interrupted only by the occasional swearword as he set an intense pace. With every thrust, your walls clenched around him, your thighs quivered and your fingers’ grips around the sheets tightened. “I’m gonna make this short,” he growled as his hand found it’s way into your hair, and he pulled you up until your back hit his chest. His final thrusts into you were merciless, and another orgasm rippled through you – his doing – exactly at the same time August reached his own peak.

Moments later, the vampire had taken care of cleanup and he held you snugly against his chest, where you quickly threatened to doze off, if it weren’t for Mike, who came home at that moment.

[keykeep]

Kinktober Day 14: Overnight Missions- Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks

PART ONE

Author Note: I wrote so much that I didn't realise how long it is, so I had to split it into two. SORRY

Warnings: Blowjob, Female Masturbation, Threesome, Cumshot, Pussy licking,

You were currently on an overnight mission with Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks for the second Order of the Phoenix. It was night time and you were in your tent. It was a rare occurrence to have a night off so you took the opportunity to drink. Passing around the Fire Whiskey.

You were all thoroughly buzzed. You had gone outside from some air when Tonks joined you. "Wotcher, you alright?" she asked, "yeah, just needed air".

"So what do you think of Remus?" you asked Tonks watching her already red cheeks tint darker at the mention of his name. You knew all about her infatuation with Remus and his with her. You thought it was time to give them a little push closer together.

"What do you think of him?" she asked defensively, "he is cool, cute, smart" you replied honestly "but the real question is, is he good in bed?" Tonks's hair changed from violet to a bright red in anger. Suddenly Remus fell forward his eavesdropping cover busted. You burst out laughing joined by Tonks as an embarrassed light-haired man scrambled to his face.

"Well, there is only one way to find out?" You said bravely. "ooh!" Tonks giggled "All of us?" Remus replied. It was plainly a drunken joke but you raised an eyebrow at both of them. "If you like?" you said evenly.

"Haven't you ever wanted to make someone's fantasy come true?" you asked them both before pointing to Tonks "and I know you think he's cute, you've told me before".

You were nervous to start anything but you remembered these two are your friends. So you lent forward cupping Tonks's face as you kissed her, they each loved the feeling of kissing another woman. The kissing deepened as your tongues intertwined before you both pulled away from each other’s mouths, to start taking each other’s clothes off,first a shirt than pants until you were both naked.

Tonks pulled away from you as she dropped to her knees in front of Remus, Remus’s arousal was apparent through his pants as she unzipped his pants to ease the pressure.

You both stared hungrily at his cock licking your lips. So you joined her on the ground, peppering soft kisses on either side of his cock causing him to twitch. You both licked long licks from the base of his cock to the tip sharing the pre cum leaking from his tip. Tonks lips wrapped around Remus’s cock while her tongue teased the underside of his cock. You held her hair up for her as she glided down his cock until it hit the back of her throat.

As Tonks mouth bobbed up and down on Remus, you cupped his balls as Tonks smiled at you. “Wanna have a taste?” You nodded taking the tip into your mouth as you licked up and down his cock before copying what you seen her do of taking him into the back of your throat. “Let’s switch” Tonks said tongue ready to enthusiastically lick Remus, he moaned feeling her mouth descend onto his cock sucking hard.

“How about both of you?” Remus said as Tonks slid her lips to the right side of his tip, making room for you to lick over the left side. Tonks cupped his balls as you began pumping him slowly. “That’s it girls” Remus said with a deep breath you both increased your assaults on his cock. His hips thrust forward as he began to cum flowing out and down both yours and Tonks chest.

You pulled away from Remus as you turned to Tonks taking her small breasts into your hands and licking her chest slowly, as your tongue got closer to her nipples her breath quickened in anticipation. “She’s got great tits hasn’t she Remus?” He nodded speechless watching you both. He leaned in cupping Tonks’s face as they kissed.

As they made out, you placed kisses down her abdomen instead earning a whimper as your fingers traced the folds letting your fingertips play across her clit before slipping a finger inside her.

Her hips moved ,bucking against your exploring hand. Slowly pulling your finger out, you turned to Remus pushing the fingers across his lip as he opened his mouth, tongue swirling savouring the taste on your fingers. You inserted them back into Tonks cunt.

Her back arched in ecstasy, as she let out a satisfied moan. As you all enjoyed this moment of bliss together. Remus retrieved his fingers and plunged into your mouth. You moaned tasting the mix of sweet and salty on your tongue.

She moaned as you slid them back out of her. Remus replaced your fingers with his as you kissed her. Her hips thrust against Remus’s fingers because was filling her out more. You trailed your hands over her breasts ,as you replaced it with your mouth kissing down her neck until you reached her chest. Your tongue ran around her mounds, latching onto her nipples sucking and licking.

Remus kissed down her neck, as you pumped your fingers in and out of her. You began finger fucking her harder and faster. She grabbed onto Remus as she closed her eyes her body jerking silently. A series of rhythmic contractions spreading warmth throughout her body from her toes to her fingertips.

As she came down from her euphoria. She looked at Remus and then both of them turned to you as if silent words were spoken between them. “What?” You said confused.

[silverdelirium]

𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 | 𝐍.𝐋

SUMMARY ➠ nikolai fucks you against the spinning wheel’s walls

WARNINGS ➠ oral (male receiving), sexual tension at the start, dirty talk, nicknames, tiny bit of degrading, sex from the back in front of a window.

WORD COUNT ➠ 1.5k

A/N ➠ if you haven’t read the books, the spinning wheel is basically a big house on a mountain that has glass walls

———

the clock read 1:23 A.M

and all you could focus on was the blonde who took strides closer to you.

he was wearing pijamas, you noticed. probably couldn’t sleep either.

“evening, y/l/n” he saluted. coming to a halt next to you, yet his line of sight was focused on the panorama the big glass windows gave you.

you didn’t respond. instead, you acknowledged him with a small nod that you could only hope he had caught with the corner of his eye.

your lack of communication didn’t stop him from making conversation.

“couldn’t sleep either?”

“no”

he hummed in understanding, letting his neck crane to the side so he was looking in your direction.

nikolai let his eyes travel from your sleep deprived features to your silk nightgown that stopped at mid-thigh. his gaze faltered when he reached your chest, pebbled nipples making blood rush to his groin.

“how do you like the view?” he asked, his eyes still on you.

“it’s nice” you sighed, turning your head to him; unconsciously sinking your teeth on your lower lip cushion.

the blonde swallowed thickly at the action, trying to shake off the thoughts that rushed through his mind— all including you. naked— “you don’t plan on going back to sleep” it was an observation, not a question.

“i don’t” a pause, and a step forward “think so. you?”

another step, this one came from him though, “maybe, i just have lots of restored energy” he responded, a wink sent in your direction as he watched your brows shoot up slightly at the innuendo.

about two more steps.

“any suggestions on how to get rid of it?” his voice dropped an octave, the fabric of his trousers tightening around his crotch as you stood about eight inches apart.

you shrugged, “i may have some ideas”.

nikolai took the last step forward.

the lip-lock was languid and heated; the desire in the pit of your stomach only intensifying more and more with each roam of his hands down your body.

“you don’t know how many times i’ve dreamt about this” he groaned, large palms kneading at your bum as he walked you slowly but surely to the same glass wall you were both just admiring a few moments ago.

nikolai’s thigh found it’s way between your legs, feeling the heat of your sopping core rub itself on his leg “i’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit on that cunt for the rest of the week”

a moan sounded, and you didn’t even realize it came from you until you saw him snickering to himself, his forehead on yours as he brought your palm to rub on his erection.

“this is all yours for tonight, precious”

the back of your neck grew hot as you stood nose to nose with nikolai, sharing the same hot breath.

you gave him one last peck before you were sinking to your knees, eye contact still intact even though his muscles twitched with expectation.

“you gonna suck my cock now, angel?” he asked yet there was a slight quiver to his voice when you dragged his pants down, letting his engorging cock out.

you nodded your head rapidly, wasting zero time and wrapping your hand at the base of his length, pumping him slowly.

his next words almost had you coming on the spot, “well you best make it sloppy, princess. because it’s the only lubrication you’ll get” a whine left your lips “but i bet that cunt can provide us enough lube”.

he definitely had a way with his words. your breathing was already heavy and he barely touched you.

his breathing pattern shook when you enveloped your lips around his sensitive tip, making him hiss and throw his head back, sending a wave of euphoria to your dripping cunt as you took in the way his throat bobbed with his gulp and how the vein running down the side of his neck only made him more attractive.

his hand fisted in your hair, giving the locks a small tug as a silent plea for you to take more of him in.

you complied, letting your tongue run up and down the girth as he slowly sunk more of his rigid cock into your warm mouth.

“taking me so fucking me well” he panted, “i’m gonna flood your pretty throat with my cum, sweetie”

those were the last words to hit your ears before your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your throat being absolutely demolished by the male’s— unexpectedly— fast thrusts.

“saints— fuck!” you heard him grunt; though his voice seemed far away as your jaw ached and mind went hazy, the neglected and profound ache between your thighs increasing by the second at the sound of his praises and moans.

“oh god you have the best fucking mouth ever” he choked out, thrusts sloppy and deep as his hips stuttered before he was gritting his teeth, doing his best to suppress the loud cry of your name as spurts of cum shot down your throat.

the taste made you cringe slightly but you did your best to swallow everything, his cock partially exiting your sore mouth. “if your mouth was that good i can just imagine how well your little cunt will take me” he praised, hooded eyes focused on your rising form as he let his hands tug at your straps.

his gaze held enraptured hunger as you freed yourself from the silky nightwear, butterflies erupting in your core as he eyed your flesh with lust.

“there’s no way i’ve been missing on all of this, dove. you’ve been basically starving me” he commented, a giggle erupting from you as he dived his head down on your neck.

a catch of breath came from you as he nipped on your sweet spot, small whimpers hitting nikolai’s ears.

he kissed and licked, sometimes even grazed his teeth, along your neck. your pussy clenching around nothing as he continuously teased you.

“please” you croaked “i need it, so fucking bad”.

“need what, precious? use your big girl words for me” he winded, trapping you against the cold glass and his body.

you swallowed timidly, “your— your cock, i want it”

the corners of his lips twitched, along with his cock “where baby? in your mouth again or in that eager cunt of yours?”

his words almost made your legs shake.

“my… cunt, please” you whined.

nikolai gave an approving nod before turning you around softly, now pressing your breasts against the windows as your breath fogged it.

he pressed down on your lower back, bringing you to a small arch.

you felt him run his hands down your body, from your shoulders blades to the swell of your ass. his fingers tugged at the soaked cloth that covered your pussy, slowly moving it to the side and revealing your wet canal.

“my, my, you have the pretties pussy ever, can’t wait to bury myself balls deep in it” he praised, bringing the dampened material down.

your heart thumped against your ribcage as you felt his swollen head kiss at your slit, teasing once again.

“nikolai ple—” your own intake of air cut you off, the unexpected thrust making your thighs shudder.

you heard him release a few groans of his own as he let you accommodate to his size, giving small and slow thrusts into your gushing cunt.

“do you like that? you like it when i fill you up to the fucking brim with my cock?”

you whimpered, rocking yourself back on his cock as he sped up his pace, what were once distressing thrusts turned into delightful ones.

your wails resonated through the room, as well as the wet sounds of skin slapping from where your bodies connected.

“nikolai, don’t stop please. don’t fucking stop” you moaned, slamming your palm against the hazed glass.

“sound so fucking hot when you moan my name like that, like a little whore— shit” you didn’t have to look back at him to know that his head was thrown back and mouth was agape, the vice grip he had on your hip told you enough.

your clit throbbed almost agonizingly before the blonde had snaked a hand around your waist, the pad of his fingers soothing the neglected bud.

he let his eyes travel from your messy hair, to your bouncing ass, to his cock covered in a ring of your arousal at the base, and to your jiggling legs that struggled to hold you up.

“the way you shiver, y/n— fuck it makes me wanna wreck you to no end” he confessed, thrusting deeper and prodding at your g-spot.

“nikolai fuck, i’m gonna cum!”

“do it, princess, cum around my cock like a good slut” he encouraged, slamming a hand down on your ass before stilling his hips, bottomed out, and cumming deep inside you.

pleasure wracked through your body like no other, your vision going blurry as pulsated around him. your, now creamed, walls fluttering with the intensity of the orgasm.

it stayed silent except for your ragged breathing and the sound of dripping to the floor for a few seconds.

but nikolai broke it first, “turn around, i wanna watch your face when you take my cock this time”

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vinnie hacker smut - take it out on me -

hi readers - this was another request I had, not my best work and also pretty short so I apologize but hope you like it - also - this story has a bit of that cigarette incident with Vinnie, but I do NOT care that he smokes, sadly I find it attractive (I know, I'm the worst) but anyway Its just a story.

warning: smut 18+

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Vinnie groans exiting his now stalled car on the side of the road. He slams the door closed causing Jett to jump as he gets out as well. 

“Let me make some calls so someone can come out here and get us, dont stress,” Jett assures him as best as he can but he already knows Vinnies had a rough day and there's only so much he can say to make it better. 

Vinnie moves both his hands to the back of his neck holding it tightly pacing by the front of the car ignoring Jetts attempt at comfort. He pulls out his phone and opens your text thread typing. 

Vinnie: I'm having the worst day. 

You read his text and sigh knowing it was coming. A few hours ago Tik Tok room also blew up a post at their weekly attempt to “Cancel Vinnie Hacker” along with his meeting regarding the boxing match that he never got paid for. Things just weren't going his way today and when that happens he falls deep into the dark. 

You: Come over?

Vinnie: I'm stuck on the side of the road. I don't even want to talk about it. I'm turning my phone off. 

You read his text and slightly frowned. You knew he was in a bad mood but you hated when he pushed you away and wouldn't even let you help. You decided to grab your things and go to the Hype House to wait for him to get back. 

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Vinnie storms into his bedroom slamming the room shut startling you as you sit on his bed slowly closing your laptop. He turns around and slams his first against the back of the door leaning his head against it for a moment before turning around to press his back to it and slides down taking his head in his hands. 

“Hey hey, let's breathe for a second?” You say softly approaching him, getting down to sit in front of him. You touch his arms gently stroking them softly with your thumbs. 

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you,” He finally responds after a few moments and sighs, leaning his head back against the door. He takes one of your hands and squeezes it softly, intertwining your fingers. 

“You didn't, I'm just worried about you,” You brought his hand up to kiss it softly. He closes his eyes for a minute before opening them.

“I'm just tired, tired of everything,” He lets go of your hand and slowly gets up “I need a cigarette” He walks over to his dresser pulling out the box. 

“Vinnie,” you say with a warning as he pulls one out of the box and attempts to find a lighter. 

“Don't start with me, y/n. I'm not in the mood,” He doesn't bother to look at you as he continues to search for the lighter. 

“I promised your mom that I’d make sure you didn't smoke anymore,” you walked over to him annoyed and attempted to take the cigarette out of his mouth. 

“You really think I care about the promise you made to my mom right now, y/n? I don't give a fuck,” He grabs your arms, slightly pushing them away. You frown at his reaction.

“Okay but I don't want you to do it,” you hold back tears as he tries to walk past you but you hold him. He doesn't say anything but attempts his best to avoid eye contact. He knew he was hurting you but he was hurting himself and the battle within him was strong. 

“Stop,” you grab his face with both your hands using your thumbs to stroke his cheeks softly before using one hand to tuck some of his curls away “I know you're hurting right now, but-- but-- this isn't going to help,” you search his face for a moment as he still doesn't look at you, you take a moment before saying anything else “Take it out on me, let me make you feel good,” you say quietly waiting for him to say something, anything. His eyes linger for a moment before finally looking into yours causing your body to somewhat relax. 

He still doesn't say a word, but moves his hand up to grab your neck slightly pulling you closer, his lips crashing onto your kissing you hungerly not wasting a second. He groans softly as you suck at his bottom lip sliding your tongue into his mouth. He moves his other hand deep into your hair, gripping it pulling you even closer to him, you can almost taste his pain. He bites at your bottom lip tugging at it before pulling away to take your hand leading you to the bed. 

“Knees, now.” He says sternly as you nod and get down onto your knees looking up at him. He started to undo his jeans, pushing them down along with his tight boxers freeing his hardness. You bite the inside of your cheek in anticipation as he nods looking down at you giving you permission. He sits at the edge of the bed as you get closer in between his legs. 

You take his dick in your hands stroking it, causing him to let out a soft groan before leaning in closer and slowly taking it into your mouth. His hand quickly finds its way deep into your hair once more grabbing it as he lets out another groan at the feeling. You begin to bob your head up and down his length, allowing your tongue to roam all over before pulling up and using it to gently lick his tip a few times.

“Fuck baby, so good” He moans gripping your hair tighter as he watches you work. Your mouth slides over his dick again, taking in as much as you can using your hands to stroke the rest.

“Be a good girl and take it all,” He groans and pushes your head further down on his cock causing you to slightly gag but you continue as tears form in your eyes. Your hand strokes his balls as your tongue proceeds to lick all over. You begin to feel his dick twitch in your mouth as you slightly hum sending vibrations along it. 

“I'm so close baby, don't stop,” He moans softly, stroking your hair as you keep bobbing your head faster taking him all in as his tip hits the back of your throat. His hips buckle up as he grips your hair once more pulling your head back, you continue to stroke him as your mouth remains open, sticking your tongue out ready for his load. He shuts his eyes and lets out a loud grunt cumming into your mouth as you lick your lips and swallow. 

“My good fucking girl,” He says in a husky tone and wipes off remaining cum from your lips with his thumb shoving it into your mouth, his eyes locked on yours as you suck it clean. His hand slides down to grab your neck again pulling you close. 

“Open,” He says and without hesitation you open your mouth as he leans in to spit in it. You swallow as a slight grin appears on his face, he pulls you in kissing you hard. 

“Such a good little slut for daddy huh?” You slightly bit your lower lip and nod. 

“Do we think she deserves a reward?” His hand slides up to grab your jaw as you both don't break eye contact. 

“Yes daddy,” you almost whine and nod once more. He studies you for a moment before nodding.

“Get up, lay down,” He pats at the edge of the bed, you do as he says and wait for him as he pulls off his tshirt leaving himself completely naked aside from his silver chains around his neck. You bit your lip at the view of him wanting him deep inside you. You press your thighs together but he's quick to push them apart, grabbing the edge of your shorts, pulling them down and throwing them off to the side. 

“Those look so good on you,” He licks his lips at your black lace thong “But sadly they have to come off,” He rips them off tossing them as well. 

“Vinnie I just b--!” you attempt to say but get cut off by his warning look shutting you up. He leans over moving his hand to your neck once more pulling you in to kiss you deeply as his other hand cups your pussy causing you to slightly moan into the kiss. 

He slides two fingers in between your folds feeling your wetness and pulls away to groan softly against your lips. 

“Look at you, so wet for me and I’ve barely touched you,” He rubs your clit causing you to moan once more as your back slightly arches off the bed. He slowly enters two fingers into you pumping them in and out at a steady pace. 

“Vinnie,” you bit your lower lip moving your hand down to grip his. 

“I want to taste you,” He said in a husky tone, getting down pushing your legs even more apart and replacing his thumb on your clit with his tongue sucking at it. 

“Oh my-- don't stop” your hand moved to grip his hair pushing him further in, your eyes rolled back at the pleasure as his fingers continued to work in and out of you at a fast pace. 

“Cum for daddy,” He whispered against your heat before letting his tongue trailed up and down causing your legs to shake. You felt your walls begin to clench around his fingers as he suddenly curled them hitting your g-spot,  you tried to push his head away from the overwhelming pleasure but he didn't budge. 

“V-Vin, I'm about to cum” you moaned loudly gripping his curls harder as your climax took over. He slowly pulled his fingers out, licking them all over as he leaned back down to lick you clean. You groaned softly, closing your legs still sensitive from your over stimulation. 

“Delicious,” He said quietly before leaning over kissing your lips softly. Your eyes fluttered tired from your high. Before you knew it you were flipped over on your stomach and he was behind you.

“Ass up baby,” He growled, giving your behind a hard slap, causing you to wince but you followed his orders quickly. You got on all four as he positioned himself behind you. One hand gripped your hip as the other slid up your back to the back of your neck pushing it down into the bed. 

“I said ass,” He ordered once more as you nodded. Your cheek pressed to the bed sheets as you bit your lower lip nervous but also excited. You liked it when he played rough, but he was also in a bad mood today so you didn't know what to expect. Before you could even have another thought he slammed into you hard causing you to scream gripping the sheets next to you. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight” He groaned at the feeling as he thrusted in and out of you at a fast and hard pace as his anger got the best out of him. It hurt but you tried your best to keep it together in hopes it would get better. Your teeth sunk harder into your bottom lip as your eyes shut feeling him deep inside you as he kept going with no remorse. 

“Vin, slow down” You mumbled moving your hand behind you pushing him back a bit. He grabbed your hand and moved it down to press it above your head into the bed. 

“Take it like the good little slut you are,” His voice husky as he leaned in to growl in your ear, holding your hand in place for a few moments before moving it in between the both of you to slowly rub your clit. His thrusts slowed down a bit but remained just as hard causing you to moan. He rubbed your clit harder as his other hand gripped tightly at your hip keeping a good rhythm going. 

“Yes, yes right there,��� you moaned loudly at the feeling as your eyes rolled back, your hips meeting his with every thrust. You could feel his dick in your stomach from how deep he was.

“There she is,” you could hear the smirk in his voice as he picked up his pace again. The room filled with skin slapping skin noises as he watched himself slide in and out of you. His hand on your hip slid up your back once more reaching your hair and grabbing it all together tugging at it. It hurt but in the best way. You could feel your climax coming as you turned into a moaning mess. 

“You feel so good baby, I love the way your pussy feels around my dick,” He groaned as his words sent chills down your spine causing your legs to shake. He leaned his head back before lifting his leg up fucking into you hard from a different angle finding your g-spot once again. 

“Holy shit, Vin,” you cried in pleasure as you felt your walls begin to clench around his dick. “I'm about to cum,” 

“Hold it,” He demanded and kept going, wanting to climax at the same time. Your body was shaking uncontrollably as you gripped the sheets tighter. His hand on your clit not moving driving you insane.

“I'm close, don't you dare cum” He groaned as you felt his dick twitch inside of you, feeling like you were ready to explode. 

“Vinnie,” you moaned loudly as he moved his hand shoving you into the bed getting in a few more thrusts.

“Cum baby,” He moaned, stiffening inside you as you immediately came all over his dick. You both rode out your highs as he slowly pulled out of you grabbing a towel to clean you up as you laid there tired and breathless. 

After throwing the towel in his basket he walked back over to the bed as you turned over on your back grabbing a blanket to cover yourself. He laid next to you putting his arm around you pulling you to him as you both stayed silent for a few minutes. 

“Was it too much for you?” He said quietly looking down at you as you hugged into his chest. He felt guilty for taking it out on you.

“No, im fine Vin” you nodded and looked up reassuring him. He gave you a slight smile kissing your forehead. 

“I'm sorry about earlier,” He sighed, “I shouldn't have shoved you like that or said what I said,” He leaned his head back against the headboard. 

“It's okay, I know you're having a rough time right now, I just wish you’d talk to me instead of shut me out,” you looked up at him and placed a hand on his cheek stroking it softly with your thumb, he leaned into it closing his eyes for a moment before nodding. 

“I know, its stupid of me, I just get too deep into myself sometimes,” His eyes fluttered open as he reached for your hand placing his over it before taking it and kissing the inside of your palm. 

“I love you, thank you for caring for me and still sticking around even though I can be a shit boyfriend,” He held your hand tightly.

“You don't need to say that and you are not a shit boyfriend Vin, I care because I love you and want you to be happy” you kissed his bare chest as he held onto you tightly. 

“You make me happy, only you” He leans in to kiss you softly as you kiss him back smiling. 

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any way you want it | kth | m

— summary; in which your best friend, Taehyung, finds out about your unsatisfying sexual experiences and decides to put an end to that track record himself. 

— contents and warnings; smut, childhood best friends, Taehyung x reader, bigdick!tae, breast play, oral (f receiving), dry grinding, dirty talk, tae has a praise kink, unprotected sex (be responsible!!), rough sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, Taehyung takes things personally but he has good intentions, this is what happens when mutual thirst gets suppressed for years of friendship 

— words; 6.6k

— author’s note; i have no idea why but this fic was so fucking hard to put down into words??? I felt mentally constipated the entire time but it’s finally here 

Taehyung wasn’t the slightest bit surprised when you called him at almost two in the morning, complaining about your newest nightmarish date and practically begging to come over. Like the good friend that he was, he made sure to tell you that you would be more than welcome to join him in his newest documentary marathon about aliens, and wondered if you could bring him some takeout on your way over there. Like the bad friend that you were, you said no. 

To be fair, the nearest takeout place was across the city from his apartment (about thirty minutes away and in a bad neighborhood), and you were already having a horrible night as it was. Besides, you refused to take part in Taehyung’s search for a high blood pressure and cholesterol levels, arguing that it wasn’t the right time to stuff his face full of hypercaloric noodles. 

But you did pity him enough to comply with his second request: a big pot of vanilla ice cream, which you were sure you’d end up consuming too. You were in a crisis.

As if to prove that the gods above were laughing at you, during the walk of shame to Taehyung’s apartment, it had started to rain (because of course it did), and your umbrella was only able to save you from the shoulders up before it crumbled and flew away from your gasp, rolling on the asphalt like a ball of dirt in a Wild West movie. By the time that you dragged yourself to his front door, you were completely soaked (and not in the way you had planned for that night to end), and about to break down crying. 

Taehyung, like the angel that he was, helped you with your heavy coat and talked you into taking a warm shower before you got sick. He took the supermarket bag from you (where the ice cream had probably already melted) and walked you to this bathroom, excusing himself so he could grab you some dry clothes — and you only saw the ones he had picked when you got out of the shower. 

With a silly smile dancing on your lips, you fumbled with the black booty shorts that Taehyung had jokingly gifted you that past Christmas — one that read “daddy’s juicy butt” in big, bold, neon pink letters over your ass — and then decided that your dignity was already dead by that point, so another kick wouldn’t hurt. Taehyung had also given you one of his favorite band shirts, which he only revealed during desperate times. 

Your heart melted with the thought of your best friend trying to comfort you, and pulled the fabric close to your face so you could take a deep inhale, drowning in his scent. It smelled of that stupid cologne that Taehyung had used ever since he hit puberty, and a bit of fabric softener. 

The two of you had an extremely close friendship, to the point that it got kind of strange at times. Ever since childhood, it was joked that you and Taehyung had been long lost soulmates — doing everything together, from going to school to laughing at the same exact jokes during movie marathons, often at the same moment and for the same amount of time. Before puberty hit (and the hormonal rage took over your first teenage years) you couldn’t remember disagreeing with him even once. You two had always been in sync. 

But the uncomfortably close part only hit after you two went to college, and your anxiety for being a virgin in a sea of starving sharks got the best of you. After long conversations, you had managed to convince Taehyung to help you learn a thing or two about the art of naked wrestling. 

Apparently it was weird to give your best friend a handjob and a blowjob for the sake of education. Go figure. 

Regardless, your friendship wasn’t affected by any of that — even if you two had agreed to never mention any of it ever again — and you could always count on Taehyung to catch you when you fell. 

Even if it was at two am on a Tuesday, after one of your nightmarish dates. 

You threw yourself on the couch next to him, hugging your knees against your chest to form a barrier between you and the divine providence that had taken you to that point. You had half-assedly dried your hair, but pools of wetness had started to build on the back of Taehyung’s shirt. 

Instead of accusing you of ruining his favorite piece of clothing, Taehyung reached for the remote and paused his documentary just as the narrator was starting to explain how hieroglyphs were actually part of an alien language. “Just tell me how bad it was,” he said, a mustache of ice cream melting over his top lip.

You took a peek at the bowl of melting vanilla on his center table, and decided that you would probably pass the desert for the night. 

You glanced at him sideways, voice coming out monotone. “You sure you want to go down that path?” 

Taehyung licked his sweet mustache off and nodded, clearly intrigued. “Yeah, hit me with it. You look like you need all the help that you can find.” 

You sighed, turning around on the couch so you were facing him — legs still against your chest. “Okay so… I went to his place...” 

“Yes…”

“And... we had dinner, talked for a bit.”

“How was the talk?” He asked. 

You shook your head, trying to kill the memories inside. “He didn’t let me say a word. He just went on and on about this new website he’s working on, and how expensive his wine glasses were.” You scoffed, angry at yourself for ignoring the clear red flags of an arrogant douchebag. That was what the desperate need for immediate human connection could do to someone, you thought. “Apparently it’s supposed to be the next Facebook or something. Or twitter. I honestly wasn’t paying much attention.”

He chuckled. “Starting off strong.” 

“That wasn’t even the main issue,” you said, lowering your forehead so it was touching your knees. You just wanted the world to end at that moment, so you wouldn’t have to go through those experiences again. “After that, we sat on his couch and started watching a movie. And you know how that goes, we started kissing, he pushed me down and got on top of me…”

“And?” He instigated. 

With a sigh, you raised your head, meeting your friend’s gaze. Taehyung thought he had never seen you look so dead inside. And he had seen a lot from you. “And he humped like… my lower abdomen for about three minutes and came in his pants.”

Taehyung cringed visibly, taking one hand to cover his mouth. “Oh, man. That’s bad.” 

You nodded, strangely relieved at his reaction. Part of you was worried that you were the evil witch in that scenario, that maybe you had done something wrong. “The worst,” you agreed. “Wanna know what else?”

“What? There’s more?”

“He didn’t even ask me if I was satisfied with whatever the hell that was.” You told him, bitterness dripping from your tongue. In the grand scheme of things, that was something silly to get mad over, but the fact that your date didn’t even have the guts to ask if you had gotten something out of that was ridiculous. “Not that I could possibly be. But it’s like he didn’t care and I was just a pillow for him to hump like a… sexually repressed religious teen, I don’t know.”

Taehyung only nodded, realizing that there wasn’t much that he could say to fix the situation. “Was he a good kisser at least?”

You sneered. “I think he was trying to crush my face with his.” You glanced at your friend, only half of his face bathed by the yellow and orange shades coming from the television. Maybe a documentary about ancient history and alien expeditions wouldn’t be so bad. Worst case scenario, it would knock you out, and you wouldn’t have to think about that mess anytime soon. “Also, too much tongue, just… the amount of saliva…”

“Got it. You can stop there.” Taehyung raised one hand, his eyes closing for a second. His palm lowered and met one of your knees, standing there in a silent attempt at consolation. “I’m sorry about your terrible date experience, dude.” 

“If you could even call it that.” You ran one hand through your hair, suddenly overtaken by a wave of anger. “God! I was just… so… ugh! Like… ughhhh!!” 

Taehyung, bless his heart, sometimes couldn’t understand the random neanderthal sounds you threw his way. “So... what?”

At last, your makeshift protection came crumbling down, and you collapsed on the couch dramatically, legs dangling off the edge. Taehyung thought that you were being possessed for exactly two seconds before you started talking again. “I did a full body shave for this night, Taehyung. Do you realize what that means?” His lips fell open, but, before he had the chance to answer, you continued. “It means that I really wanted to get railed tonight. Actually, I wanted to find a guy who actually knew what he was doing for once in my life.”

Taehyung chuckled, trying to disperse the tension in the room. “Come on, the dating pool can’t be that bad.”

“Oh, it’s bad,” you said. 

He wasn’t giving up that fast. “How bad?”

You raised your head to look him dead in the eyes, a silent threat, before finally uttering, “Try no-man-has-ever-made-me-cum bad,” and crashing your head back against the sofa. 

If you weren’t so hyper-focused on your own sexual melodrama, you would have noticed the thick silence that fell between the two of you, Taehyung’s face contorting into fifty different emotions within a few seconds. He thought that he had heard it all — from the secrets hidden in Machu Picchu to the obvious extraterrestrial influence on earthy religion — but no amount of bad documentaries could ever prepare him for that revelation. That didn’t make any sense. 

“Wait. Seriously?” He finally found his voice and managed to push his doubt out of his throat. “You’ve never had an orgasm before?”

You chuckled, humorless. “Oh no, I’ve had plenty of those. Just not from another person.” 

“How’s that possible?” he asked. 

“I ask myself that every single day.” You sighed, forcing yourself to sit back up. Taehyung was staring at you like you had just grown two extra arms, and you wondered what an amazing sex life he must’ve had for that confession to get him so confused. “Guess I’m just really bad at picking partners, who knows.”

There was a soft grunt on your throat as you fixed your position on the couch, suddenly feeling the exhaustion of your entire day piling up at once. Your gaze mindlessly traveled to the TV — a big plasma monstrosity that Taehyung had bought compulsively during a Black Friday sale — looking at a white-bearded man pointing maniacally towards a specific, round-shaped hieroglyph. You didn’t even need to hit play to know that he was making it seem like it was an UFO, but curiosity got the best of you. 

“Can you pass me the remote?” You asked, pointing at the small device that laid beyond Taehyung’s body. “I kinda wanna see what—”

“I’ve made tons of girls have orgasms,” Taehyung interrupted, looking at you like he had just clicked out of a transe.  

You laughed at his monotone voice. “I’m happy for you, Tae.” You leaned over his legs so you could finally reach the remote. “That wasn’t a jab at your masculinity, I’m sure you’re a very caring partner, and I’m sure there’s tons of guys out there that—”

“I can make you cum too, if you want.”

You had just grabbed the small piece of plastic when his sentence hit you like a smack in the face, making you drop the remote back on the couch, eyes widening. “You… what?”

He suddenly broke eye contact, taking one hand to massage the back of his neck. “Did that sound as creepy as I think it did?”

“A bit, yeah.” You forced out a light chuckle, trying to break the ice. There was no sign of mockery in his voice, and you didn’t know how to react. You could not say that the offer wasn’t tempting (you’d be lying if you claimed that you didn’t think Taehyung was attractive), but his proposal was so oddly-placed that it sounded like a joke. “What are you talking about?”

Taehyung sighed, turning his head to look at the television. “I just think it’s really unfair that no one has ever made you cum before.” 

You smiled. “That’s very nice of you, but…”

“And I want to help you with that.” He looked back at you. Oh, he was being a hundred percent serious. There was no longer a single ounce of doubt in your mind. “We’re friends, it’s not gonna be weird. We’ve done similar stuff before.”

“We were a lot younger, though.” You didn’t know why your mouth suddenly felt so dry, your fight or flight response kicking at full strength. You could tell that Taehyung was also trying to convince himself about the strangeness of the situation. “It’s gonna be kind of weird, yeah.”

“Not if we don’t make it weird,” he threw back. Was it bad that you were actually considering it? Maybe it was the piled-up exhaustion combined with the years of sexual frustration, maybe you were finally out of your mind. But you were really considering it. “I don’t wanna pressure you, alright? Just making a friendly offer. If you don’t want it, that’s fine.” 

You kind of wanted it, though. There was too much accumulated libido inside you from years and years of unsatisfying partners, and you trusted Taehyung with your entire heart. It sounded like a safe enough bet: if all went to shit and it got too awkward, you two could just stop, no hard feelings. Besides, you knew that Taehyung cared about you, which was more than you could say about all your dates in the past couple years. 

And the more you stared at him, probably looking like a deer in the headlights, the more you grew soft under his presence. At once, you were hit with desires that you had never considered before: you wanted to kiss those soft lips, wanted to know how his large hands would feel around you. You really, really wanted to know how it was to have a good sexual experience with someone, and you couldn’t think of a better candidate than your best friend. Even if you still thought it could be seen as a little bit weird. 

But you also kind of didn’t care. 

You licked your lips, finally finding your voice after a long moment of silence. “How… how would you do it?” 

Taehyung turned his head and looked at you, noticing the expectation in your eyes. “How would you want me to do it?” He asked. 

You tried to think, but your mind was completely blank. What did you want him to do? What did you like? Suddenly you weren’t sure about anything anymore. “I don’t know,” you admitted, glancing down. 

Taehyung smiled at your nervousness, one of his hands moving to your chin and tilting your head up. “How ‘bout I start by kissing you?” He questioned, gaze flickering to your parted lips. “Is that alright?” 

There were no words in your throat, so you simply nodded, closing your eyes as he leaned in. 

Taehyung’s mouth tasted of vanilla and you thought, even for a moment, that you were in paradise. The second that his tender lips met yours, your anxiety melted away, giving space to a newfound flame of desire. Taehyung kissed you softly, sensually, taking his time caressing your mouth and drowning in your heat. His hand moved to the back of your head, pressing you closer to him and leaning your head to the side so he could deepen the kiss. 

He sighed heavily into your mouth when your tongues met, his other hand moving to hold your waist. The position on the couch was kind of awkward for kissing, with the two of you sitting side by side, so it wasn’t an unwelcome surprise when Taehyung tugged you onto his lap, making you straddle him. 

The kiss was starting to get hungrier, messier, a small whimper dying in your mouth when his palms traveled down to cup your ass, pressing you down against his semi-hard cock. Taehyung sighed and groaned at the feeling of you on top of him, loving the way that your fingers played with his hair, your body so perfectly tight against his. If there was any hesitation before, it had completely vanished by that point. 

It caught you off guard when he suddenly broke off the kiss to ask you, “Do you like any pet names?”

You blinked, taken aback. “Hm? What?”

He placed a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You know, you want me to call you by something?”  

You realized that Taehyung was really taking that personal service to a different level, and you couldn’t say that you were let down by it. If any of your past partners had the dignity to ask what you liked, you wouldn’t be in that position in the first place. “I… like being called ‘baby’,” you told him. 

Taehyung smiled. “That’s cute. Baby it is.” 

Before you had a chance to respond, Taehyung’s lips were back on yours, a dreamy sigh leaving his mouth as your tongues met once again. Only a few seconds passed before he shifted his weight to lay you down, never breaking the kiss as he positioned himself between your legs, hovering over you. Taehyung started trailing a path of kisses down your neck, his large hands slithering beneath your oversized shirt and caressing the skin of your stomach. 

“Can I take this off?” He asked, tugging at your shirt. 

You agreed and, within a heartbeat, that piece of clothing was already on the floor, and Taehyung was diving in to kiss the valley of your naked breasts. You moaned timidly when one of your nipples was wrapped by his lips, his tongue coming out to play with it. Taehyung’s other hand was occupied fondling your other breast, tugging and pressing down on it, and the sensations were taking over your mind. 

“You have great tits,” Taehyung mumbled against your skin, switching to mouth your other nipple. 

“I’m glad you like them,” you teased, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. You were letting out these cute little whimpers that were making him lose his mind. “Feels really good.” 

“Yeah?” He asked, moving back to kiss his way up your neck. His tongue was hot and heavy as it danced on your skin, and you knew that those sucks he was giving you were surely gonna leave a few marks on your flesh. But you didn’t really care. “Gonna make you feel even better, baby.” 

Your eyes fluttered shut at the pet name — it sounded heavenly when Taehyung used it with his deep, honeyed voice; his warm breath hitting your neck as he continued with his ministrations. 

He kissed his way to your cheek, placing a small pec on your lips before saying, “Can you do something for me?”

You nodded. “What is it?” 

Instead of responding right away, Taehyung’s gaze fell to your lips, and he was once again attacking them. That time, you weren’t able to hold back the whimper that you let out, your panties already glued against your core with how much he was turning you on. 

One of his hands had trailed down your exposed abdomen, teasingly playing with the hem of your shorts. You held your breath when he tugged them down, bringing your underwear with it and throwing them somewhere in the living room. Taehyung grunted loudly when his fingers slipped past your folds, digging into your heat. His brain almost short-circuited because of how wet you were. 

He broke the kiss and looked you deep in the eyes. “I want you to sit on my face, baby,” he said, and his request shot straight to your core. “Let me take care of you, okay?” 

“Are you sure?” You asked. You had never done that before.

But Taehyung wasn’t sharing your reluctance. “Yeah,” he said, voice hoarse and eyes darkened. “Wanna taste you so bad. Sit on my face, please.” 

And you didn’t need any more convincing than that. Taehyung helped you get up from the couch so he could reposition himself on it, laying flat on his back and watching as you settled yourself above him, thighs on either side of his head. The couch was the exact size for that, a little smaller and you’d have one leg dangling off the edge.

Taehyung took his hands to your thighs, running them up to your hips. His eyes were focused on your pussy, and you never felt so exposed when he started pressing you down lightly, guiding you closer to his mouth. 

You held the back of the couch for support and did as he requested, lowering yourself until Taehyung had you flat on his tongue. Your breath trembled and caught in your throat when he licked a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit, humming around the taste before doing it again. Taehyung was an expert at erasing your worries because, with a few more licks, he had you fully losing yourself in his sinful ministrations. 

It wasn’t long until you were whining out his name, your folds lazily dragging against his tongue as you started to grind on his face. “God, Taehyung!” You called out, hand coming down to tug at his hair. Taehyung grunted in satisfaction, the vibrations of his deep voice sending shockwaves through your pussy. “That’s… that’s really nice. You’re really good at this.” 

He moaned in response, closing his eyes at your words. Taehyung was eating you out like his mouth was made for it, like he was starving for your taste and you were all that he could think about. He licked you from your entrance to your clit, playing with your sensitive spots and enjoying the tremors of pleasure that ran through your thighs, his hands locked tight around your hips. You sobbed and cried over him, making special effort to keep your legs steady as you rocked yourself on his tongue. 

It was only when he decided to suck on your clit that you realized how absurdly close you were. You clenched your teeth and whined out, yanking his hair harder. “Do that again, please,” you asked and Taehyung, like the good friend that he was, was quick to comply. Taehyung wrapped his mouth around your clit in a way that had you trembling over him, licking and sucking on your sensitive nub like his life depended on it. “Fuck, that’s so good, Tae. Feels so good…” 

He moaned again, more desperate this time, and some part of your mind understood the pattern that he was presenting you: Taehyung really, really liked your compliments. And you had no problem giving away any more of them. 

“You’re licking me so well, Tae, you’re gonna make me cum like this,” you told him,  meaning every word you said. Taehyung was a Greek god beneath you, staring up at you with those dark, focused eyes as if he dared you to cum on his tongue. “God! You’re so good for me.”

And then your praises ran thin, because your mind was gravitating somewhere else — seeking for the high that was dangerously close. It was only when Taehyung started toying with your entrance, brushing two of his fingers on it, that you came undone, crying out his name like it was a personal prayer. 

There was a smirk on your mouth as you came down, a flooding relief that overtook you. You never thought that you could come so hard in your life, especially when it depended on another person, and you were so, so happy to be wrong that you could cry. 

With shaky legs, you removed yourself from Taehyung’s face, straddling his lap and watching as his lips glistened with your arousal. His pink tongue came out to lick them, a hum on his throat as he took in your fucked-out expression. 

“You did so well, baby,” he said, placing one of his hands on your waist. “Come here.” 

Obedient, you leaned in and sighed as his mouth met yours. This time, Taehyung didn’t wait to eagerly insert his tongue inside your mouth, making you taste yourself on him. 

He pulled away leisurely, his voice hoarse. “Can you taste how sweet you are?” He asked. “I loved making you cum on my tongue, baby. You looked so pretty.” 

Taehyung breathed out, planting kisses on your neck, one hand trailing down to squeeze your ass. You whined at his tight grip and pressed yourself down on him, feeling his hard cock poking out against the fabric of his sweats. 

Taehyung groaned at the stimulation, pressing down on your asscheek again. You rolled your hips on top of him, wincing in sensitivity as his member brushed your clit. “Loved your pussy so much, baby,” he continued, sounding like he was lost in a daydream, “I can’t wait to be inside you. Bet you’d be so tight for my cock, hm?” 

“Yeah,” you managed to speak. Even if you had just reached your orgasm, you were still aching to feel something inside you. You wanted Taehyung more than you could understand. “I want you to fuck me, Tae, please.” 

He breathed out, his hands tightening around your flesh as you rolled your pussy against his cock once again. Taehyung looked like he was one heartbeat away from completely losing his self control, and hearing you beg for him to fuck you wasn’t doing him any favors. “Gonna need to lie down for me, baby,” he asked. 

With a few more shifts on the couch, Taehyung had you beneath him once again, your legs open for him as he removed his shirt and pants. It wasn’t long before his cock sprung free from its confinement, standing erect. You licked your lips at the lustful sight, pussy clenching in anticipation as you took him in — Taehyung was big. Bigger than anyone you’ve ever had, that’s for sure; long and thick and already leaking for you. 

You would’ve cried out in need if he didn’t interrupt you. “What are you looking at?” Taehyung asked, the ghost of a smile creeping up on his lips. 

Your stare oscillated toward his own. “That’s why you have such a good track record, your cock is huge.” You bit your lip, thinking about how good he would feel inside you. You didn’t know how it was possible, but you were pretty sure the last time you’ve seen his cock — back in the dark ages of your freshman year of college — it wasn’t as big as that. Or maybe you just didn’t have anything to compare it to. 

“Hey, I just used my tongue on you, don’t ignore my efforts,” Taehyung teased, wrapping one of his hands around his member so he could pump himself a few times. The playful atmosphere swiftly shifted back, and, when he spoke up again, his voice was deeper. “You think you can take it?” 

“Yeah, I can,” you said. You couldn’t be sure, but you were sure going to try. 

Taehyung hummed, moving a bit closer so he could brush his tip against your pussy, coating it with your wetness. You closed your eyes in expectation, knowing that you’d love the stretch he would give you. 

“You want it?” He asked, a touch of desperation covering his words. Taehyung was nearing his breaking point, and the fluttering of your pussy on his cock was making him go insane. “Want my cock inside your tight little cunt, baby?” 

You nodded, frantic. The brushing of his thick tip on your hole was becoming too much, your walls clenching around nothing, seeking for something to fill you up. “Yes, fuck, I want it so bad.” 

“Are you tight for me, baby?” He was trying to prolong that moment for as much as he could, keep the pretty face you made when you pleaded for him to fuck you burned in the back of his head. Making you cum once was a victory he would take forever, but making you cum around his cock might as well be his life’s biggest achievement. “Ready for me to fuck you?” 

You cried out when he started pressing himself inside you, guiding his crown inside your pussy, then stopping. “Yes, Tae, just put it all in, please,” you whined, hands fumbling for support on his broad shoulders. Taehyung already had you clenching around nothing, you didn’t know what else he wanted from you. “Please, please, fuck me.” 

Taehyung chuckled, looking down at where you two met. He was only human, and his self control was short lived. “Since you asked so nicely…” 

Your back arched off the sofa as you felt the delicious drag of his large cock inside you, opening you up gradually, taking its time before filling you up to the brim. You gasped and sobbed at the overwhelming feeling, nails digging on the skin of his back as Taehyung groaned besides your ear. 

“Fuck, that’s so good.” He let out a shaky breath, and you swore you never heard his voice get so husky before. “I just slipped right in. You’re so fucking wet.” 

Your mind was an apocalypse of confused thoughts and forgotten exclamations, eyes fluttering shut as you dove into the sensation of Taehyung inside you — his hips angling backwards, tilting up just enough so he could move himself away from you core, only to come slamming back inside. The stretch of his cock was amazing, it was making you drunk, and all that you could think about was how much pleasure it was giving you. 

“So-So big—“ you muttered, half aware that the words actually left your lips. 

“How do you like it, uh?” Taehyung asked, his voice dripping sin and hunger. You could tell that he, too, was getting carried away by the feeling, his hips rutting themselves against you at a lazy pace. “Gonna give it to you any way you want it, baby.” 

You bit your lip, a small moan leaving your mouth when Taehyung leaned closer to you, distributing hot kisses on your neck. You swore you’d be happy if you died then. “I like it rough,” you answered. 

He groaned, apparently satisfied with your response. “Whatever you want.” 

Taehyung got to his knees on the couch, deciding to put one foot on the ground for support, his hands raising your hips to help him reach even deeper inside you. Faster than your brain could compute, the shallow, lazy pace he had sat was being replaced with a harsh, fast pumping that made you cry out his name, eyes closing in sheer bliss. 

“Tae! Yes, yes, just like that,” you sobbed, running one hand through your hair. You felt like your body was floating, every cell of your body overheating with the amazing pleasure that Taehyung was giving you. You never had someone fucking you so hard, his cock pistoning inside you, your body bobbing up and down on the couch. 

Taehyung’s eyes were glued to the bouncing of your breasts as he continued to fuck you, a deep groan leaving his chest. “That’s it, take it,” he moaned out, quickening his pace even more. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth opening in a silent scream.  “Gonna make you cum so hard around my cock, baby. Gonna fuck you until you cry. Want that?” 

“Yes, yes, please,” you moaned. “Feels so good, Tae.” 

“You like my cock, baby? Like it filling you up?” He asked and you could only nod pathetically, your entire body too fucked out to even respond. “F-fuck, your pussy is so good. Tell me that you love my cock.” 

“I love your cock,” you whined, feeling like a complete hot mess under his thrusts. “I — fuck! — I love your cock so much, Tae, it’s so big.” 

Your words motivated him to fuck you even harder, his member hitting even deeper inside you. Taehyung was getting lost in the stretch of your pussy around him, the glorious sounds you were making, the lust that coated your face every time you called out his name. 

“Shit, I don’t know how anyone could look at you like this and not want to see that pretty face cum.” He was breathing out hard, grunting every time your cunt tightened around him. Taehyung wanted to see you like that forever, taking his cock like a good girl, creaming all over him and begging to do it again. You were wrapping around him so perfectly, taking all of him so well, that he didn’t think he’d manage to move on from that anytime soon. “So fucking hot.”

Taehyung chased after your high like a starving man looking for food, experimentally changing the angle and force of his thrusts to see what would get the best reaction out of you. At last, after a pathetically loud cry from your part after he raised your legs up, it seemed as if he had found it. “I bet you’d be so tight cumming around my cock, baby,” he was thinking out loud at that point, trying to make sense of the pretty sounds and expressions you were giving him so eagerly. He wanted nothing more than to see you cum — it was personal at that point. “I wanna feel you cum around me, baby. Wanna feel it so bad.” 

“I’m c-close.” Your nails dug into his shoulders, eyes closing tightly. There was a light heat in your cheeks and sweat on your forehead that was making Taehyung wonder if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. “You’re so good, T-Tae, you’re fucking me so well…” 

Taehyung thought that he could cum right then and there, pushed over the edge with those sweet words alone. He loved being good to you, loved making you feel things that no one else managed to before. He was intoxicated by that sense of superiority, drowning in your praise. He wished that he could fuck you forever. 

“Cream my cock, baby, come on,” he pushed you on, his words hanging somewhere between an order and a breathless plea. You were getting so tight around him that it was making him crazy, your wetness coating his cock and dripping down between your legs like his own personal brand of aphrodisiac. “You can do it, come on. I wanna see you cum so bad.” 

You smiled at him, a cute, fucked-out smirk that made Taehyung go to heaven and back. “So good for me, Tae, you’re so big,” you said, your voice so needy and high-pitched. Your orgasm was looming over you, pressing down on your lower body and making you see stars. It was only a matter of time before Taehyung got you crying out his name, back arching off the couch and mouth falling open in delirium. “Tae! Fuck! Don’t stop, please, I’m gonna—“ 

But your warning came a second too late, because you were already spasming around his length, body shaking as Taehyung thrusted hard inside you. Just as expected, you were absolutely fucking gorgeous when you came — all quivering lips and rolling eyes —, and Taehyung was beyond satisfied to know that he was the only one who saw that pretty face of yours. 

“That’s it, baby, fuck.” Taehyung was starting to feel his own high approaching, called by the delicious tightening and releasing of your pussy around him. His thrusts were messy and harsh; his sweaty hair falling over his eyes like a cascade. “Can I cum inside you, baby? Can I fuck you full of my cum?”

You noticed the desperation in his tone and, with the throbbing of his member inside you, you knew that he wasn’t far. “Yes, please,” you said. “You were so good for me, Tae, you can cum wherever you want.” 

And it was that final taste of praise that pushed Taehyung over his limit; waves upon waves of cum filling you up as he rode out his high. “God— fuck!” He cried out, drunk on the feeling of your walls milking the last drops of cum out of his cock. A few lazy pumps later, and he was collapsing on top of you with a mumbled, “F-Fuck.” 

There was an instant of silence after his orgasm, the quietude only filled by Taehyung’s heavy breathing. You took one hand to his head, caressing the strands as a smile blossomed on your lips. “Well, I believe you now,” you said playfully. “I’m sure you made a bunch of girls orgasm.” 

Taehyung chuckled, breathless. “Thank you, I try,” he said, looking up at you. The darkness in his gaze was gone, and it was just your best friend staring back at you. “You alright?”

“I’m great,” you admitted. You never felt so good in your life. “You?”

“Fantastic, thanks for asking.” He leaned back so he could sit up, running one hand through his disheveled hair before saying, “I’m gonna grab you a towel, hang on.” 

Taehyung left you for a couple minutes before coming back to clean you up, tenderly wiping away the mess you two had created. After he was done, he discarded the towel on the floor and crawled back to rest on your chest once again. 

There was a comforting quietude that floated in the atmosphere, only filled by the muffled buzzing of his freezer and the vague sound of raindrops drumming on the window. You didn’t really know how to deal with that entire situation, didn’t know how things would stay between the two of you. But, at that point, you made the decision to keep those worries for the following morning and, instead, just enjoy his warmth radiating all around you. 

The glorious silence, at last, was broken when Taehyung started mumbling against your breasts.  “Hey, ___?” He called. 

“Yeah?”

“How many dates have you been on?”

You hummed, thinking for a moment. “Ever?”

Taehyung made a clicking sound with his tongue. “I don’t know, like, this past year.”

“Uh… like… five or six? I think?” You answered, looking down to meet his gaze. You knew that wicked expression very well. “Why?”

He smiled. “Because we have a lot of shitty dates to make up for.”

[actuallysaiyan]

Uh! All Night(Nightly Sessions headcanons)

Word count: 1,849 Pairings: Naruto Uzumaki x Reader, Sasuke Uchiha x Reader, Shikamaru Nara x Reader Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, very light dub-con, creampies, the usual smutty suspects on this blog. Summary/Content: Headcanons on how Naruto, Sasuke and Shikamaru would fuck you all night long and leave you sleep deprived. A/N: So this is part one of a series that I've been thinking about all day! I hope you all enjoy! I tag @beneathstarryskies as she helped me think of some very sexy headcanons! Part two will include Madara, Izuna, Kakashi and Jiraiya, and part three will be for the Dragon Ball fans ;)

Naruto started seeing you very casually. Things didn’t escalate quickly and instead the two of you decided it was best if it stayed casual

One night, Naruto invites you over to hang out and maybe hook up. What you don’t know is that you are in for some very intense fun.

“Hey there, y/n. Glad you came over, dattebayo!” Naruto greets you as he smiles real wide. He looks you up and down when he notices your sexy little outfit.

He leads you into the bedroom where the making out starts very quickly. Naruto has his hands all over you while you start to straddle him.

“You’re so sexy,” you whisper as you bite on his bottom lip. Naruto is rock hard already and he’s just thrusting up against you. You can hear little whines coming from him.

“You like that?” you ask, grinding right back. Naruto’s head falls back as you start to dry hump him.

His hands tangle in your hair as he continues to kiss you, leaving you aroused and breathless. You never thought you’d be feeling so good with Naruto, but he learned very quickly.

“Get on the bed,” he demands as you both get up. You do as he says, and Naruto eyes you. He looks like a predator about to catch his prey.

Naruto climbs on top of you, his hands are pulling at your clothes to get you naked as fast as he fucking can. He can’t wait to be balls deep inside of you.

“I’m so fucking hard, dattebayo. I need your pussy!” Naruto kisses a trail down your body as he struggles to remove his own jacket and shirt. Once he’s exposed to you, you trace all of his scars.

“I want you to take me, Naruto.” You plead as he finally spreads your legs. He leans in to kiss your clit, making you shiver.

“You taste good,” Naruto moans as he swirls his tongue over your clit, making you buck up against his face.

Naruto spends a long time between your thighs, making you cum over and over. He’s very good at giving head, and that’s mostly because you taught him how to eat you out.

Finally, he looks over at the clock and sees that it is getting late. Something clicks in his head. He wants to fuck you all fucking night. He wants to make you sleep deprived.

“Are you fucking ready for this?” Naruto asks as he takes his cock out of his underwear. It’s leaking precum and he starts to pump himself in his hand.

“Puh-please! Naruto!” You’re whining and you can’t help but want him so badly. He’s been making you cum so much that you just need his cock.

He slides deep inside of you, struggling to compose himself. He feels your pussy fluttering around him and it makes him want to pound himself into you.

“Your pussy is always so damn tight, dattebayo. Fuck, you’ll make me cum so fucking quickly,” Naruto says as he starts up his slow pace.

For hours, the man just fucks you in every position imaginable. He has you bent over his desk which makes you squirt all over him. In the shower is good too, because he can just clean you both off while he continues to pump you full of cum.

There are few breaks, but every now and then Naruto pulls out and goes to get you both some water so you can continue fucking.

When morning comes, Naruto pulls out for the final time and pulls you close to him. You both share a sweet kiss as the sun is rising. You are so tired, but so damn satisfied.

You and Sasuke have a very secretive relationship. Nobody really knows about it and he loves it that way.

Most of the time, if you’re seen in public with him, he just ignores you and acts cold, but in private...whoa boy.

Sasuke loves fucking you for as long as he can. It’s one of his favorite things in life. The way you just take his cock is divine.

He invites you over one night to his place, and you make your way over without anyone spotting you.

You knock on his door with the secret knock, and instantly, Sasuke is pulling you inside.

The room is dim and he’s shirtless. It would seem that he’s been preparing for tonight after all. You squeeze your thighs as you watch his muscles ripple.

“Glad you made it,” he says shortly. You just smirk at him as you slowly approach him. You wrap your arms around his neck and start kissing him.

It doesn’t take long for Sasuke to deepen the kiss and to press himself against you. You can tell he’s been waiting all day for this.

“You better not tease me, or things will be so bad for you.” Sasuke mutters as he sucks on your bottom lip. You shake your head, not daring to defy him.

He leads you onto the bed and starts to remove your clothing. He loves soaking in every inch of your body. You look so delicious to him.

He mounts you, making sure to straddle your hips as he begins kissing your tits. He cups them in his hands, squeezing them together and sucks on one of the nipples.

“Oh fuck yes, Sasuke!” you moan as he begins to suck on your nipples. His mouth goes back and forth between your two breasts, making sure to stop and leave bites between them.

You’re whimpering as his fingers trail down your abdomen, stopping just short of where your panties are. He’s watching your reaction as he teases you, which you find unfair.

“Quit teasing me, Sasuke!” You whine as he slowly peels off your panties. You clamp your thighs together tightly as soon as he looks at your glistening pussy.

“Don’t make this worse for yourself,” Sasuke says as he leans in to smell your arousal. He’s rock hard and he doesn’t know how long he can handle not being balls deep inside of you.

His hand goes to your mouth to try and shut you up a little while his free hand spreads your legs. You’re a little insecure but you know you don’t need to be.

“You have a gorgeous little pussy, and I’m going to spend all fucking night pumping it full of cum.” You moan at his words. “You like that, you little cumslut?”

Sasuke leans in to begin devouring your dripping cunt. You’re instantly bucking up against him, which makes Sasuke hold you down and continue his ministrations.

He quickly brings you to the edge, only to pull away and watch you sigh in frustration. He loves edging you so good. This is when he undresses himself and slides his cock deep into your wet cunt.

Sasuke fucks you for hours, keeping you right on the edge for what seems like hours. It makes you cry and whine and beg for his cock, but he loves the patheticness of the situation.

His favorite position tonight is cowgirl and he guides your hips to fuck you hard. He pumps your pretty little pussy full of so much cum it’s always leaking out.

When you think you’re done when the sun comes up, Sasuke surprises you by sliding deep inside of you while you’re lying on your side. “We’re not done yet!”

You and Shikamaru have had crushes on each other since you were younger, so it was only naturally that it turned into something new when you were both grown up.

He loves claiming you as his, though you aren’t one to give up the fight. You’re both feisty and try to outsmart one another.

Shikamaru loves to have sex with you, but you play coy a lot which frustrates him.

One night, he invites you over under the guise of just having a few drinks and maybe playing some shogi.

It’s pretty obvious once you get there and the lighting is dimmed and there are rose petals everywhere.

“How romantic, Shika,” You tease slightly, and he just blushes.

“C’mon, I do like you, you know.” Shikamaru says as he hands you a glass of wine.

One glass turns into two, which quickly turns into your third and you are feeling very frisky. The game of shogi is long forgotten.

“C’mere beautiful,” Shikamaru slurs as he beckons you over. You slink over to him, straddling him and kissing him passionately.

His tongue is in your mouth in seconds while you’re grinding him. Shikamaru is very hard already and he just wants to fuck you hard.

“I’m going to fuck you all night, princess.” Shikamaru mutters against your neck as he bites down. You can feel your panties dripping at this.

He grabs onto you and you wrap your legs around his waist as he brings you to his bedroom. Thankfully, you were both alone tonight.

He throws you onto the bed unceremoniously, watching you prop yourself up on your elbows.

Shikamaru is quick to continue kissing you and he starts to undress you, leaving no patch of skin unkissed. He loves licking and kissing a path from your neck to your tits.

“Such amazing tits,” he groans as he squeezes them together to suck on the nipples. You’re already a moaning mess beneath him.

It doesn’t take him long before he’s pulling off your panties and spreading your legs to take a good look at that glistening slick. It’s so inviting to him.

Shikamaru spends lots of time making you cum, but he knows it’s not the main act. The main part of tonight is going to be fucking you all throughout the night and not letting you sleep a wink.

Once he’s undressed along with you and he’s made you cum at least three times, Shikamaru is sliding into your fluttering pussy.

“Fuck, you have the tightest pussy ever!” He’s moaning as he’s pumping into you. It feels so fucking amazing.

His pace changes drastically as he fucks you for hours, never letting up. He needs to edge himself a lot so as not to cum right away.

There aren’t many breaks, but Shikamaru loves to stop every once and while to have a cigarette.

One time, he leads your pretty face to his crotch while he smokes and he guides your lips around his cock.

“Fuck yes, princess. Just like that.” You start to suck him off while he continues to smoke.

His hands tangle in your hair as he gets closer, and he just keeps shoving your face down as he makes you choke on his thick cock.

“Ahhh fuck yes!” Shikamaru moans as he takes another drag from his ciggy. You’re deepthroating him now, just loving the sounds coming from him.

He ashes his cigarette and pushes you onto the bed once more. Once he starts to fuck you hard, he can’t hold back and pumps that pussy full of cum.

If you think you’re done, think again. He’s lighting up another cigarette and having you suck his cock clean.