#I wanna squeeze both of them until their eyes pop out

[monkeybebop]

I love Lacho, wish gay people were real sigh…

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Racing Simulator

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader (y/n)

Warnings: smut!!!

Today was the time of the month when ovulation was taking its place and your hormones were running wild completely taking over you and you didn't do much to resist them. From early in the morning you were craving Lando's touch and you knew from the start that you were gonna be all over him all day.

In the afternoon Lando was in his gaming room, his eyes focused, fixed on the screen as his hands gripped the steering wheel so hard his veins popped. You leaned against the door squeezing your thighs together as you watched them instantly imagining them on your hips. You were only wearing panties and one of Lando's oversized t-shirts that reached just below your butt.

"Lan?" You say stepping closer behind the seat he was in putting your hands around his shoulders.

"Yes, darling?" He asks not taking his eyes off the screen.

"Whatchu doin?" You ask playfully leaning down to leave a kiss on his broad, muscular neck. He didn't say anything back, but you were determined to get his attention.

"Baby" He chuckles as you straddle him making yourself comfortable in his lap. He still doesn't let go of the wheel but tries to look over your shoulder for the screen. Your hands grip his t-shirt as your lips find his neck slowly moving up to his weak spot just below the ear. "Fuck baby, you're gonna make me crash."

"Lan.." You whine slowly starting to rub yourself against him. "Pay attention to me.." You slide your finger under the waistband of his boxers pulling it and letting it snap back against his skin.

"I see what you're doing here" He smirks squirming a little in his seat. "You want me to fuck you again? This morning wasn't enough for you when I had my head buried between your legs?" He asks making you moan in response and clench around nothing. "When you were deliberately pressing your ass against my already hard cock until I fucked you rough? That wasn't enough for you?"

"Baby, stop talking and do something, please" By now you were a whimpering mess. You couldn't contain your arousal. You weren't even embarrassed to show him how desperate and horny you were for him. "Feel how wet I am. It's all for you."

Finally, he let go of the steering wheel and firmly squeezed your butt pushing his tongue into your mouth. His long, hard bulge that was showing clearly against his grey sweatpants made it clear that you were about to get what you were asking for.

"So needy, so desperate for me aren't you?" He murmurs against your lips. "What's gotten into you, huh?"

"I'm ovulating. That's why I need you a little extra today -uhh."

"Yeah? Well, I'm here to fulfill all your wishes, baby. Like always. How do you want it, hm?" His hands grip your hips pressing you down harder on his crotch.

"I wanna ride you in this seat." Hearing you, he throws his head back already creating pictures in his head of you bouncing up and down on him.

"Fuck" He moans grabbing his cock through his sweats. Your hand escapes into your panties to rub your throbbing swollen clit and his eyes closely follow your movements. You lean in to kiss him again and just as you were about to take off your t-shirt, he stops you.

"No, leave it on. Your tits look so good like this." He pulls the material on your back so it's tighter on the front making your hard nipples peek through it. He pinches both of them before he slides his sweats and boxers down just enough so that his thick length springs off hitting his abdomen.

"You wanna sit on it?" He asks giving himself a few strokes when he notices you lustfully looking at it.

"Yes, fuck" Bucking his hips up a little he pushes your panties aside and helps you sink down on him. Both of you let out moans of pleasure as he gives you a little time to adjust to his size before you start to rock your hips back and forth.

"You're so big, Lan,-uh" Your palms were pressed on his chest for support and his hands were guiding your hips however he pleased lifting you up and down making you bounce, rocking you back and forth, pressing you down harder till you winced.

"I know, baby, I know, but you're taking me so well. All of me." He praises you, his eyes locked on yours making sure you're looking straight into them while you're fucking him. "That's my girl, yeah, my pretty girl riding me so good"

The rhythm of your hips quickened at his prompting words, your wetness trickled down on him as you were getting closer to reaching your climax.

"Fuck baby, you keep squeezing me like that and I might put a baby in you" Your mouth formed "o" shape when you heard him say that. There was something that drove you crazy when Lando talked about getting you pregnant during sex. Even though that wasn't in your plan any time soon, hearing him say that would make you ready for it right then and there.

"Maybe I should, hm?" He murmurs against your neck as your fingers roam through his hair. "I wanna see it dripping out of you" He whispered and that was all it took for waves of pleasure to wash over you as you came undone around him. He watched you in delight holding you tightly when you tried to squirm away.

Your back was arched against the wheel so he took his opportunity to slam into you bucking up his hips.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum inside you" He groaned squeezing his eyes shut. You could feel him twitch before spilling his hot cum inside of you.

Your loud breathing and heartbeat was all that could be heard in the room. Sighing with pleasure you sank into each others bodies. He was still deep inside you as he kissed your lips moving your hair out of your face.

"Fuck Lan, what did we just do?" You chuckle caressing his cheek with your thumb.

"Well.." He laughs. "We might have just made a baby"

[yawnzune]

morning serenade | cbg (m.)

pairing: beomgyu x reader

genre/au: smut, punk band!au, frenemies?, college setting

warnings: morning sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise kink, marking, fingering, orgasm delay/denial, creampie, he’s a lil possessive but wbk he’s just crazy lmao

a/n: barely fics are posted when it’s his birthday today so it made me whip this up rq since i was seeing random shits anyway after waking up. ily baby gyu, happy 23rd mwah <3

you're waking up to something heavy crushing your body on your bed.

that can’t be right. or this could be one of your sleep paralysis demons tormenting you again?

when you open one eye to check, it’s almost comical how the gurgling scream was gonna come out of your mouth but it didn’t.

grogginess from sleep mixed with shock rendered you speechless after finding a demon in the form of Choi Beomgyu, the lead guitarist of your school's punk band.

butt-naked between your legs.

“hi” his even deeper voice rumbles against your chest. it sends vibrations against your bare skin, particularly in your pussy where you're feeling a bit sore.

naked. you both are naked.

you try to remember what happened the night prior. memories start to resurface the more you stay in focus despite the man scanning your face on top of you. neither of you drank for sure but you remember kissing him which lead to a whole night of non-stop fucking.

beomgyu nuzzles your bare tits when you didn’t respond but you’re still focused on how good his messy red-bronze hair looks under the sunlight.

“what the fuck are you doing here punk?”

you tend to say the opposite of what you actually wanna say. just like you’re letting him stay on top of you instead of pushing him off.

“isn’t it obvious? we fucked” he states, a bit maniacally which should’ve concerned you about what he’s planning right now.

he giggles when you don’t rebuke him, leaving kisses around your chest.

this earns gasp from you, causing him to chuckle. you couldn’t even look at him, already closing your eyes as he continued to pepper your skin with more messy kisses until he reached your nipples, encircling his mouth briefly on both before releasing them with a pop.

“scratch that, i fucked you” he grins as he pulls himself up, allowing him to see you underneath him in full glory.

“and i’ll fuck you again”

beomgyu leans on one elbow against the mattress, his other hand touching whatever he can of your body. holding your cheek then briefly squeezing your breast down to caressing the side of your tummy.

“but..” you’ve been squirming under his touch, only halting when you feel his fingers in your cunt, checking to see how swollen you are.

“you’re soaking tho, you sure you don’t wanna?” he asks in a playful manner, fingers running through your folds and you wanted to scream.

scream his name that is, like hours ago.

your resolve's giving in, with how he’s looking at you like he’d been the whole night not helping your current predicament.

“beomie..” your legs absentmindedly close due to the sensitivity but he slaps your inner thighs, eliciting a whiny moan from you.

“go on, ask” his smile widened and you didn’t miss the glint in his eyes as your gaze stayed on them.

“f-fuck me?” you’re not used to this, asking him of all people but maybe this is why he wants you to say it more.

“that’s it? no please…” his smile turned wicked as he plunges a finger into your pussy slowly and added another one, much to your displeasure.

“fuck, please fuck me” you squeal, ignoring how pathetic you sounded. he’d tease you nonstop after this like he always does since you’ve known him but you don’t really care.

you just want his dick again before you both can go back to hating each other temporarily.

he brings you back by pulling his fingers out and you’ve never felt so empty. beomgyu adjusts himself, his length brushing against your thighs that had you whining again.

“tsk tsk, too impatient” he huffs, grabbing his dick to line it up against your soaking folds.

“n-no more teasing..” you plead again because you don’t know how long you can endure his teasing. he surprisingly obeyed, pushing in until he filled you up to the brim.

your sensitive walls couldn’t stop clenching around him, making him weaker than usual. he hates it, hates how you could reduce him to this.

“still too tight, ‘s like i didn’t fuck you a lot” he hisses as he moves his hips, increasing his pace at once. he wants to hear you moan louder for him, want to hear it as long as he can.

“gyu..too much” you’re babbling and moaning, can’t even tell him which one’s too much but you're gripping his back with so much strength to keep him closer to your body. he relishes it though, the scratch from your nails that will surely leave red marks against his skin.

“too much but you like it?” he asks and you nod, biting your lips and curling your toes at how much pleasure he’s giving you.

you’re supposed to be tired from fucking for hours but your body seemed to want more. more like you want Beomgyu more and that scares you.

he knew he found that soft spot inside you the moment your back started arching, almost hitting his face while he watched you under him. he leaned down to trail kisses along your neck, hearing you giggle each time his long hair brushed your skin.

you keep moaning Beomgyu’s name and he’s tempted to tease you just to hear you more. but he’ll take pity, you’ve been so good to him so far. he was actually worried that you’d push him away earlier that’s why he tried his best to distract you.

“..more..more..shit” your words spur him to grab your face, to keep you steady while he gives you what you ask.

“i’ll fuck you more don’t worry, after this i will” he starts, caressing your cheek, and your bleary eyes are having a hard time paying attention to him.

he’s so pretty and you suddenly wanna kiss him. grabbing his mullet, you try to pull his face into yours but he’s firm in his hold on your neck keeping you in place.

"will you let me? will you huh y/n?" he leans in as he says it, mouth open as he moans against your lips but not touching them. they're touching the side though and one small turn from you would allow that.

but his question irks you, no, his whole being does.

all you can do is nod, releasing a series of wanton moans of his name which causes satisfaction within him. beomgyu was gonna kiss you but that’s too much of a risk so he buries his head at the crook of your neck instead.

"i'll be good, so good you're never gonna fuck the others" he whispers by your ear, accompanied by a couple of desperate grunts that you’ve never heard from him before.

"good..mhmm..so good"

"yeah good? you like how i fuck you?" he goads, eager to hear your praises again like he can't get enough of it.

"yea-hngh, gyu omyfuck!" the band on your lower abdomen unexpectedly snaps, leading Beomgyu to fasten his pace even more to reach his own end.

he’s not far and seeing the pure bliss in your pretty face is enough for him to reach his peak, groaning loudly as releases inside you.

you’re both panting from another mind-blowing orgasm and eventually, he drops his body against yours.

this time, you push him off completely which earns a complaining whine from him.

“where are you going? can you even walk?” he taunts, still breathless but his tone irritates you because he’s right.

“shut up you fuckass!”

as soon as you tried standing, your legs gave away and Beomgyu started laughing. his annoying laughter echoes around that you tried ignoring even if you had hopes of him getting off the bed to hoist you up.

but of course he wouldn’t.

instead, he peeks by the edge of the mattress with that stupid mullet hair of his before he reaches out to grab yours gently. he tugs it to turn you to him, pulling your face closer and then leaning in while you stupidly do the same for some reason.

no kiss or anything, just him stopping right before your lips are about to touch. a taunting smile graces his in response to the frown etching on your face.

“awee don’t tell me you’re giving up already”

if he meant your stamina or something else, you don’t ever wanna figure it out.

.

e/n: i’m kinda out of practice for smut lmao + this is unedited so excuse 🤧. also i did not expect to post him first in this blog when i had yeonjun and soobin drafted first 🤡

[cyberrose2001]

I hate TF One sentinel so much.

I fucking hate him.

I hate him so much I wanna see this mech a whimpering teary mess underneath me after overloading more than he can take.

I want him overstimulated and trembling. venting hard as he is forced to cum again. Tied down and obedient to no one else but me. Him on his knees begging for release.

I hate him so much I wanna see him pathetic and whipped for pussy or spike. Hell make him whipped for both. Go wild.

TF:One Sentinel Prime x Human Reader

okay so i had a couple ideas but this is the one i went with. essentially sentinel using you to make his dick look bigger so he can stroke his ego, but keeps it a secret. to which you find pathetic and of great value (aka to keep living it up rich giant alien robot style)

also go easy on me!! slowly learning how to write for the universe (as alot of people probably are)

Warnings: TF:ONE SPOILERS, Cybertronian/Human, Dom/Sub Elements, Humiliation/Degradation, Bondage, Face Sitting/Cunnilingus, Cream Pies, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation

Word Count: 1707

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

For a species that's so highly advanced compared to your own, you'd think there would be far more disunities. After all, this planet wasn't made for you. But despite this Olympic-sized hurdle, most of the Cybertronians seemed curious about you. A little human, freshly birthed compared to the universe's timeline itself, bought to Cybertron by their ventures.

It's taken a lot to get used to. But the primal urge associated with human nature seems omnipresent, as you have learned.

Sentinel Prime. The lord and master of Cybertron had his curiosity peaked. He initially took you in as a novelty, a mere collector's item to show off as a display of acceptingness between Cybertronians and Humans—a symbiotic relationship between two species.

At least, that's what he tells them. Yet another lie for him to cover up for the masses.

"You're such a fucking sellout, Sentinel."

A liar he may be, but his trembling form and the whines of your name speak truthfully. And with all the queries of your purpose on this planet, one thing is sure.

Sentinel Prime can't get enough of human nature.

And you're determined to squeeze every last drop of that precious information.

In the lavish and very private penthouse of his tower overlooking Iacon City, Sentinel Prime kneels before you on the berth. Though at eye level, the balance of power remains clear. Ropes of golden silk tie his arms behind his back, connecting to the ones adorning his thighs, keeping them embarrassingly wide open. He can't count how often he's been in this position before, but he learns something new about your little fleshy body each time.

"Yeah, I know." Sentinel wriggles against the ropes despite having no intention of escaping from them, "B-But I have an image to upkeep, you know that."

"Oh, an image! I see," Gripping the kibble on his chin, you pull him closer, to which he flinches, "Because the only image I see is you popping a boner over a little fleshy like me. Now, wouldn't that cause a stir, hm?"

Sentinel grits his dentae, his faceplates heating up at the proximity. He says nothing, knowing that he could dig himself a deeper hole. But he's already too deep, so much so that he could be tried in court for inappropriate relations with organic species. Or worse, he could have the title of 'Prime' stripped away from him.

But he can't deny it. He's so turned on by your soft skin pressing against him that it almost makes him sob, spike standing erect right in front of you. Deliciously throbbing and angry, ripe for your taking.

"On your back, I mean it." You push against his chassis, and he flops backward, grunting as the winds knocked out of him. Your little form climbs atop him, but you don't stop at his spike. You keep climbing until you're standing on his chassis.

"Wh- What are you doing?" Sentinel questions, his voice strained. He watches as you straddle his face and push your cunt against his intake, a pleasant surprise to Sentinel.

"I'm gonna put that lying tongue of yours to good use," You moan, wiggling your hips against his glossa, "Ever tasted human pussy before? Because it's about time you did."

Sentinel grunts as you grind your hips against his face. Though tiny, you're still enough to take his breath away. The sweet, earthly, deliciously human scent fills his olfactory sensors, and he dives in with the first lap at your folds. It's new to him, soft and plush against his glossa. He doesn't even need a second taste to confirm that he's already addicted.

A soft gasp leaves you as Sentinel essentially makes out with your pussy, moving from opened-mouthed kisses to flicks at your clit. You sit down further on him, causing his glossa to push into you forcefully. The ridges massage along your walls and make you see stars, filling you perfectly, making it hard to believe you had no trouble taking his spike. But you won't tell him that. It's far too much fun to humiliate him and make him putty between your thighs instead.

"Is that the best you can do, Sentinel?"

The Prime whines into your flesh as his glossa works double time, "Pfflease..." He takes a breath before he laps at your clit again, rubbing and grinding with the help of your hips.

"What was that? I can't hear you." Your dominant side gets the better of you, and you deviously shift your hips up, hovering just shy above his saturated dermas, "Say it again."

"Please- I can't- I need you to fuck me-" Sentinel whimpers, wincing as his spike painfully throbs. It's all getting too much for poor Sentinel, "I need your valve-" He cranes his neck in a poor attempt to lick at you once again but whines when you pull away from him entirely.

"I can't believe you, Sentinel. You can hardly wait five minutes? How disappointing." You lean closer, "But I won't say no. I hope your spike can perform better than that tongue of yours."

You slide back down his frame, smiling at Sentinel's soft, frustrative growls. You straddle him again, his spike standing tall between your thighs. It only reaches past your navel, and a thought occurs as you gaze upon the pretty biolights.

He must have the smallest one on Cybertron; no wonder his ego's so big.

And no wonder he prefers to fuck a human and keep it a secret.

"You're so hard for me, Sentinel, aren't you?"

"Y-Yes. Only you." Sentinel heaves his chest, still worked up from eating you out. He watches tentatively as you line yourself up, the weeping tip of his spike just pressing against the threshold. He arches his back against the restraints as his spike is engulfed in your heat, biting back a sob of relief.

"Good," You press your hips down agonisingly slow, hands pressed against his abdomen for support, "Keep still, or I won't let you finish."

You sink the rest of the way, planting your ass on his pelvis. The unrelenting fullness causes a shaky breath to whistle past your lips, but you suppress a moan. Sentinel whines, already trembling against the ropes. He tries to roll his hips up into you, but a taut squeeze of your walls halts him in his tracks.

"Do you not listen? I said stay still." You growl through your teeth. Rolling your hips forward, you create a rhythm that has Sentinel crying out. He has no control, not with his servos tied behind him, nothing to grab onto as you start to bounce ruthlessly on his throbbing spike. His helm lulls back in pleasure and hopelessness as he's forced inside you again and again.

"Ah- Ah!! Y-Y/n! I'm gonna-" Sentinel mewls, clenching his optics shut, his chest heaving once again on the cusp of an embarrassingly early overload.

You keep bouncing despite your breathing becoming laboured, fueled by the desire to see Sentinel come undone and beg for your mercy, "Yeah? You gonna cum, Sentinel? Show me how much- guh- how much you love human pussy?"

"Y-Yes! Oh, Primus yes-" Sentinel gasps, arching his back struts as you slam down on his spike, "I love it- ohhn- I love your organic valve so much-"

A raw, sinful cry wracks his frame, shuddering as he pumps his transfluids into you. The warm, suspiciously glowing fluid leaks and spurts out, causing a shiver down your spine.

"My oh my, Sentinel, that was fast." You moan softly, slowly circling your hips, "Not only are you pathetic, but you're pathetic and don't last long in bed."

Sentinel whines wearily at the extra stimulation, "Sorry- nghh- I just can't help it- AHhn!-"

You don't let him finish his sentence. Instead, you lift your hips and slam your hips back down, sending transfluids all over his pelvis. You work yourself up to a back-breaking rhythm, determined to keep your promise to make him beg for mercy. You watch in fascination as Sentinel starts to thrash against the restraints, and how he bares his dentae at you, how that disgustingly handsome face belonging to a mech at your mercy begins to contort in overwhelming pleasure.

"F-Fuck, Sentinel-" Double entendre. You keep going, fingers digging into his hip plating to prevent being thrown off. The wet, sloppy noises of metal meeting flesh spark a deep heat within the pits of your stomach.

He keeps thrashing against you as he cries and howls your name, his hips pressing into the berth to try and escape the overstimulation. He tries to form words, but all that leaves him is an incoherent babble of pleads and whines for you to stop. He overloads again, crying and tugging at the restraints, another gush of warmth spilling into you.

"C'mon, Sentinel-" You moan, your thighs trembling from the workout of holding the mech down. Your cunt aches at the prolonged stretch, but you're determined once again to draw one last overload from him. You reach down and start to circle your clit, hoping to breach your orgasm, "G-Gimme one more, and I'll stop."

"P-Primus below-" Sentinel clenches his optics shut as your pussy strangles his spike, his hips stuttering. The tightness of your walls lurches him forward as he shoots another load into you.

"Fuck yes!" You give him a show of your own and arch your back, finally reaching your orgasm. You cry out and clench down, causing more trans fluid to spill out from you. A soft, exhausted whine leaves you once you're left in the afterglow.

What a mess. Layers of sticky trans fluid coat your thighs and Sentinels' pelvis, the dull throbbing of an overworked spike still seated inside you. It's a horrific sight to walk in on if anyone were to, but maybe they should, if only to expose Sentinel for the filthy fleshy fucker he is.

Looking up, you're met with a shamelessly erotic mess of the Prime. His faceplates painted blue, his glossa lulling out of his intake, the heavy heaving of his chest plates—the face of a liar couldn't be more irresistible.

You chuckle to yourself, whipping out a small data pad and snapping a picture.

"How's that for an image, Sentinel?"

[womanhopper]

Noises

(With desperate Cas)

AN- I want to write something with a desperate Dean but i can think of anything that will make him seem like him, if that makes sense? SEND REQUEST 🙏

Cas’ jaw was sore and bruised, the bruising was from a fight he got into, but the soreness he had was for an entirely different reason.

You heard his jaw pop as he finally released your poor pearl from his teeth, licking a long and painfully slow stripe up your slit. You were absolutely gone, each orgasm making your thighs constantly squeeze around his head and shake with the rest of your body from sweet overstimulation.

But can you blame the poor, sweet, angel? It was really your fault for thinking you could prance around the kitchen in one of his shirts and his favorite thin, white panties. You always looked absolutely heavenly and divine to him in the pure looking panties, the panties he destroyed you in.

His intentions started innocent with a few kisses along your neck as he wrapped his arms around your stomach, but how could anyone resist you with your soft whines.

“Oh Cas…” you whine out as you leaned your hands on the counter in front of you.

Cas was only encouraged by the way you whined his name, responding with a desperate noise you faintly made out as a moan.

You tried to convince Cas to stop, or at least wait until you were in the privacy of your room where there weren’t prying eyes through open windows, but he could never focus let alone listen when he was so desperate for you.

Cas only responded to you with a disagreeing hum before starting to become more desperate “Please, angel?” He kissed along your shoulder as he slid his hands under your (his) shirt, squeezing the soft skin as he slid them higher up your body.

You sighed at the feeling of his hands caressing you, but you were still persistent to not be watched by those passing by.

“Cas-“ you were cut off with a sharp gasp as he bit softly into your shoulder, effectively silencing you as he cupped both of your tits. “Oh fuck.” you moan out as he pinches your hardened nipples.

Cas kissed the area he had been biting before starting to plead with you, “Please just once? Just let me taste you and I swear i’ll be good.”

You wanted to hold your ground, you really did, but you could never deny him when he was being so desperate, rutting his hips between your thigh. And so you complied, “Fine.”

Only it wasn’t just one taste against the kitchen counter, how could he stop after tasting your sweet release?

AN(pt2)- I wanna write about Cas getting both of you off through your panties, just sliding over your slit while still being under your thin panties that soon become transparent with both of your excitement…

[endlessthxxghts]

Animals

DBF!joel miller x afab!reader || W/C: ≈2.5k

Summary: Joel randomly calls you and tells you to meet him outside. Your parents are home though, and you can't necessarily tell them that Joel, your father's best friend, is asking you to go with him somewhere. Do you give a little white lie and leave, or do you wait until it's safer?

Warnings: Age gap (unspecified, but legal). Reader still lives with parents but she is an adult. Nosy and controlling ass parents to their child who's a grown ass adult. SMUT 18+ MDNI. Inappropriate car activities while driving. Handjob. Blowjob. Pulling into a parking lot in broad daylight to do some stuff... P in V unprotected. ✨Save a horse, ride a cowboy (in a parking lot)✨ Reader has bit of a size kink. Cum swallowing... Is there a term for kissing with semen in both y'all's mouths??? (Don't look at me...). Possessive kink. Spanking (just once though). Getting caught... Exhibitionism...😵‍💫 I think that’s as much as I can say without spoiling anything, so! After you read it, let me know if there’s anything that I should put in here that I missed out on!

A/N: One of my all-time favorite songs is Animals by Nickelback. As of lately, though, with all my Joel brain rot, I can't NOT think DBF!Joel every time I play it... so... here we are... I recommend listening before or when you read, just to really add to the experience hehehe.😈 @javierpena-inatacvest I hope you’re hungry!😋 Enjoy, y’all!!!

MASTERLIST

You’re beside me on the seat,

Got your hand between my knees,

And you control how fast we go by just how hard you wanna squeeze.

“Two minutes, get your ass outside.”

Your eyes nearly pop out of your head. You blindly brought your phone up to your ear with your parents in the room with you, not taking the time to check the caller ID. 

“I-” you start as you head to the bathroom, not wanting your parents to overhear anything. “I can’t just leave right now, and especially not with you.” He scoffs over the phone. “I was at the dining table with my parents, jackass.” 

“But you’re not anymore, right?” 

“No.”

“And they didn’t question you?”

“Didn’t give them the chance to.”

“Just get out here. I’ll drive off quick, no one will see,” he states matter-of-factly.

“Joel,” you say, your tone betraying your logical responses.

“Now,” he says before ending the call. 

Your heart racing, you peer at yourself in the mirror, making sure you look semi-presentable even though you know Joel’s intentions are going to ruin your appearance anyway. You leave the bathroom, heading for the front door as fast as possible. 

“Who called ya?” your dad asked. 

“Going somewhere?” your mother followed.

“Just a friend. And I’m gonna step out real quick, I’ll be back in a bit,” you say nonchalantly, not trying to raise any suspicion. Your mother raises her brow at you. 

“I really hope you both find the value in respecting people’s privacy,” you say, stepping out the front door as you speak, erasing the chances of any further commentary. That may have come across more harsh than you would have liked, but even into adulthood, the three of you have gotten into huge fights for your whereabouts. It’s not like you left them in the dark all the time or kept them up late waiting for you to get home. You were living under their roof, so you still respected their time. Yet, it was never enough. And you were too wound up thinking about Joel to bite your tongue.

He parked a house away, and you’re practically running at the speed of light to get into the passenger side so he can pull away before your parents decide to make it to the window to gain any more information they can. 

As soon as you get into the passenger seat, though, Joel has different plans as he immediately puts one hand around your waist and the other on the thigh closest to him. You’re barely able to shut the door before he pulls you into the middle of the bench seat of his truck, your body flushed against his. You squeak out at his quickness, his strength. He smirks at it. 

He lets his hand on your thigh drag up your body and situate itself on your jaw, turning your face to his and kissing you deeply, all tongue and teeth and thickened spit due to how fucking turned on both of you are. 

You pull away, breathless, “Baby, you need to drive off, now.”

“Shit, sorry,” he says, releasing his hold on you. “Stop distractin’ me,” he playfully scolds, a smile full of trouble across his face as he pulls out of the neighborhood. 

You scoff at him now, perplexed at his audacity to tell you that you’re distracting him. It makes an idea pop in your head. You’ll show him a distraction. 

You shift your body to face him. Your hand lands on his thigh, running up and down lightly, getting closer to his hardened bulge that’s been begging for your attention since he dialed your number. 

His grip on the wheel tightens, his jaw twitching, “Darlin’,” he grits. “What are you doin’?”

“Oh, nothing,” you say as you lean in closer, licking a stripe up his neck, your mouth at his ear. “Just,” you cup his erection, “being a distraction.”

His hips push up into your hand. He is painfully hard right now, his entire neck and face a bright red from your ministrations. You unzip his jeans, pulling it and his underwear down to let his cock free. You moan at the sight.

“I’m warnin’ you, girl.”

“Want me to stop?” 

Silence. 

He moves his arm closest to you to sprawl along the back of the bench seat, giving you complete access to him as he attempts to drive you two to God knows where. 

You scoot closer in, and let out a content giggle. You place a wet kiss at his pulse point, whispering in his ear, “Thought so, baby.”

You bring your hand up to your mouth and let your spit pool in your hand, bringing it back down to his length, spreading it all over before you wrap your fingers around him.

“Joel, baby, fuck-” you moan in his ear as you slowly begin pumping him, “look how fucking big you are in my hands,” you whine. “Can barely wrap my hand around you,” you say as you nip at his neck again. 

Joel begs his eyes to stay on the road, knowing that if he were to look down right now, he’d lose every ounce of his control — on both his self restraint and his damn truck. But, God damn, the slapping sound of your hand on his spit-soaked cock as you whine and writhe at his side has him desperate. He glances down for barely a millisecond, and he can’t help the groan that leaves his throat, his head threatening to throw itself back in utter pleasure. 

“Am I doing good, baby?” You ask him. “A good distraction?” You add, your lips ghosting his jaw with each syllable. 

“F-fuckin H-hell, baby,” he stutters, hips softly meeting every push and pull of your hand. “G-gonna make me c-crash this f-fuckin’ car.” 

With his admission, your grip gets a little tighter, pumps get a little faster, and you're giving extra attention to the head of his cock. He’s pulsing beneath you, breathing erratic, and you can’t stop the urge to lean down and take him into your mouth. 

On instinct, Joel’s foot falls a little heavier on the gas, causing him to drive a little roughly over a bump on the road. His dick pushes deeper into your mouth, causing the tip to hit at the back of your throat. 

The spit that forms from your gag reflex gives you an easier ability to devour him just as he likes—warm, wet, and sloppy. Your head begins to bob faster, your hand still supporting the base of him as you periodically cup him below, and he’s an absolute mess. 

You pull away for one moment in a choked breath, your hand now jacking him off, and you look up at him through your eyelashes. 

“I know you’re close, baby, I feel it,” you gasp out as your hand squeezes a little more, at the pressure you know makes him break. “Need you to cum, baby, need you to fill my fucking throat,” and with that, your mouth is back on him. 

“Oh, f-fu-…” Joel nearly growls out, immediately pulling into some random parking lot, thankful the nearest slot was empty. The second the car is in park, he’s shooting his load down your throat, his hand flying to the back of your head to keep you stuffed full of him. 

The way that you’re so turned on right now just by giving him the sloppiest head he has ever experienced has you absolutely dripping—an absolute moaning mess, vibrating him into overstimulation. He pulls you off, and you can’t help the blissed out smirk that forms on your face as you swallow almost everything he gave you, residue dripping down your chin. 

He brings your face to his, and his tongue collects up his own spend, feeding it back to you in a desperate, sloppy kiss—if you can even call it that. 

As your lips tangle in a nasty embrace, he’s quick to rip your bottoms off as he settles you on his lap. The feel on your pussy of his spent cock slowly getting erect again has you moaning into his mouth, your hips grinding down onto him, arousal coating him, urging him back to his full, hard length. 

“Sh-shit,” falls from your mouth as his trails further down, leaving kisses down your throat. Joel brings his hand down to pump himself a few more times, ensuring he’s at full attention. Your hips lift up on instinct, Joel notching his tip at your soaking entrance. 

You lower yourself onto him, going in with ease with how wet both you and him are, the stretch of him still providing that delicious burn. No matter how prepared or lubed up either of you are, that burn will never go away. You never want it to. It flips a certain switch of lust within you—an animalistic need—knowing just how fucking big he is, knowing that it’s all for you. 

Usually when you’re on top, he’s extra sensitive, and you wait for him to give the signal for you to move. That need is there, though, and you can’t wait. As soon as your hips are flushed with his, you’re immediately lifting back up and dropping down on him again, maintaining a brutal pace that has you both uttering incoherent filth. 

You place your hands on either side of his head, gripping the back of his seat to give you better momentum as you bounce on him. His hands are gripping at the globes of your ass, guiding your movements, fingertip-shaped bruises threatening to form. “Fuck, sweet girl,” he lets out, “just like that, baby.” His face is nuzzled in between your breasts, nipping and licking at them with every bounce of your thrusts. 

His words cause your pussy to flutter, a possessive feeling gliding down your spine. Your one hand releases the chair and grasps at the curls on the base of his neck. “T-tell me,” you stutter, “t-tell me who my p-pussy belongs to,” you get out, licking into his mouth before you let him answer. 

His hips begin to meet your movements, his pubic bone providing the cherry on top to unravel you. His lips are against yours, breaths intertwining into the thick air, windows beginning to fog. “Mine,” Joel growls. Your hips speed up, the truck shaking and squeaking with every movement. “This pussy is mine. You,” he breathes, “are fuckin’ mine,” a stinging pain fills your senses before your brain registers the slap to your ass. 

Your thighs begin to shake and your body goes rigid, your climax teetering against the edge. 

“Joel,” you cry out. 

“I’ve got you, pretty girl, let go for me,” he coos. And just as he’s about to hold you down to fuck up into you, a car parks right next to you, door immediately slamming as the person gets out and urgently peers into the driver’s side window. 

Both of you are too close to stop your movements, the person’s face outside the car falling into pure horror and shock at what’s going on inside. 

“Oh!” you scream out, both of you using all your strength to stop but unable to.

“That’s my dad outside the car!”

Oh please, the keys, they’re not in the ignition,

Must have wound up on the floor while we were switching our positions. 

Before you know it, you’re pulsing around his cock as he fills up another one of your holes with thick, hot ropes of his cum. 

Neither of you realize just when your father scrambled back into his car and drove away, but the idea of getting caught turned both of you on more than you’d ever admit. 

You don’t get off of him just yet, both of you sitting in each other’s sweaty embrace as you let your breathing and heart rates return to normal. 

“So…” he says, rubbing circles on the small of your back. 

You look up at him, chin perched on his chest. “So,” you giggle. 

“What the fuck do we do?” he asks, wordlessly referring to the mishap with your father.

Not as worried, you mess with him before giving a serious answer. “Mmm,” you say as you place a light kiss to his chest, “I was thinking you give me your boxers since you ripped the only bottoms I have on me, and you deal with the jeans chafing your balls until you get back home.”

His eyes go wide, completely forgetting that he did that, and silently cursing himself for doing something so stupid. Luckily he decided to actually wear underwear today.

“Oh, fuck, baby, I’m so sorry, I just-” he pauses for a moment. “You fuckin’ distracted me!” he says before he completely busts out in laughter, a deep howl filling the car. You smack his chest, your laughter following suit. 

“You motherfucker,” you say, sitting up a little straighter, pulling him in for a chaste kiss. 

He smiles at you, pure warmth and adoration in his eyes. He clears his throat, his face a little more serious. “I, uh, I was actually talkin’ about your old man, though.”

“I know,” you say, completely unbothered.

“Are you not worried?”

You shrug your shoulders. “No.”

“You don’t think he’s gonna try and wring my neck out?”

“Baby,” you laugh, “no, he’s not gonna wring your neck out. I wouldn’t let him, anyway.”

“Oh, gee. Thanks,” he deadpans.

“I promise you, I’ve got it taken care of.”

His fingers grasp your chin, pulling you in for another kiss, a little longer than the last. “I trust you.”

As soon as you enter the front door, you see both your parents at the dining table again. Though, this time around, instead of controlling and angry, they look pale and embarrassed. 

You stroll to the dining table, not caring to sit down, and you get straight to the point. They can’t even look you in the eye. 

“So? Did we learn our lesson about-”

“Yes,” your parents say in unison, “please just,” your mother continues as your dad starts to retreat anywhere else but here. “Let’s not talk about it.”

You can’t help the laugh that bubbles in your chest. 

“You’re a grown woman,” your mother says, rigidly. “It’s really not our business what you do anymore.” You peer at your father. He throws a thumbs up at your mother’s words, eyes still trained on everything else but you. 

“Glad ya guys came to your senses,” you say, offering a smug smile. You can’t help it. If catching you having the steamiest sex in an older man’s car is what causes them to stop breathing down your neck, then so be it. You’d have intentionally done something like this ages ago if that’s what it took. 

You start heading to your room when your dad finally speaks. Still unable to look you in the eyes. “Tell Joel I don’t give a fuck what he does—what y’all do—just,” he pauses to take a breath. “Tell him not to address any of this with me. Ever.”

“Deal.”

No, no matter where we go,

‘Cause everybody knows,

We’re just a couple animals. 

End Note: Well. That killed me. The amount of laps I took writing this...🥴 Thank you all so much for reading! Likes, comments, reblogs, etc, — all your support means the absolute world to me. I wouldn’t be able to do this without all of you. Thank you so so so much. There are genuinely not enough words to express my gratitude. As always feedback for my stories (at a technical sense) is also super super helpful whether it is constructive or positive! Anything helps me to be the best writer that I can be. All my love! Xo

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[baby-tini]

TW: abusive relationship, implied kidnapping, hints of infantilization, brief mention of a panic attack, dabi being an asshole (like always)

Dabi hates the words "shut up"... but only when they come from you. He couldn't careless if someone else were to say it, he'd just set them on fire if they ever even thought of disrespecting him that way. But, when it comes from you, it feels like a whole new level of disrespect. The little sneer you give him as you utter his least favorite words that slip from you, you do it so easily too. Whenever he pisses you off or goes a little too far with the teasing, pushing him away with a little huff of, "shut up, Dabi." Oh, it's so much fucking worse when you use "Dabi" knowing damn well you always call him Touya now.

It pisses him off, truly it does. There's always this nasty urge clawing at his chest to grab you up by your hair and make you apologize to him. It gives him a strong feeling of sadistic-glee to see you spewing apologies of, "sorry, Touya"'s and "it won't happen again, Touya"'s until your tongue feels heavy and your eyes are lined with red as they get puffy from all your whining. That's when he truly adores you, when you're clingy and compliant, huffing when he gets up even for a second, reaching for him as he climbs into bed with you.

"C'mere baby, come give me a kiss," you know it's not a question, but a demand. You don't care though, he makes you so mad. Taunting you, pulling at your hair and slapping your ass until there's hand-shaped bruises appearing only hours later... only to demand kisses afterwards. There's a nasty little glare you give him when he glances away from the television to look at you.

With a scowl, you move further away from him, "no." At that he gets off the couch and yanks you up by your arm with a scoff, "the fuck you mean no, doll? I wasn't asking." There's an immediate thrashing coming from you, "shut up, no, let go Dabi." There's a slap to your ass as he makes you stand on your feet. "Say that shit again, I dare you to say that shit again." You can feel your throat start to close up as you fight to get him off of you. Your breathing becomes ragged as your eyes get bleary.

"You wanna go in the corner, huh? Answer me before I make the decision for you." There's a shake of your head as a cry scratches itself from your throat, the sickly taste of bile starts to become apparent as Dabi continues to squeeze your arm tighter. "I'm not a f-fucking child Dabi," you croak out, your throat becoming dryer with every inhale.

He grins so wide his staples almost pop loose, "you're not a f-fucking child, huh? 'Cause you're certainly fuckin' actin' like one." He mocks, sitting back down on the couch as he pulls you into his lap. Forcing your head into the crook of his neck, he pets your hair as he shushes you. He waits a couple minutes for you to calm down before he speaks again, "... you know I hate hurting you, baby. It tears me up, it really does. You know I got too though, right? You know I gotta teach you good behaviour?" There's a nod into his shoulder as your sobs quiet down. "Good. It'll be so much easier for both of us if you keep up your good behaviour, that way you won't get punished."

Dabi truly hates when you spit that ugly phrase at him, it makes him become this monster, one that causes him to leave blunt, cresent-moon shaped marks in your skin. A monster that thrives on your fear when doe eyes quickly turn to fear as azure flames lick at your skin, leaving ugly red splotches on soft flesh.

[lipglossanon]

Day 13

Kink: Mommy kink

Pairing: Subby Stepbro!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, stepcest, mommy kink, nipple play, nursing handjob, cum eating, begging, dirty talk

not proofread

“Well, which one do you want to watch?”

You hold up a movie in each hand. 

“I haven’t seen either one,” Leon’s blue eyes bounce from one case to another. “Do you have a favorite?”

You shrug, shifting on your sock feet.

“I’ve seen both and I like both. Which is why you’re picking,” you grin at him. 

His brows pinch as he looks between you and the movies. 

“I guess I’ll pick Dead Silence.“

Your grin widens, “Alriiight.”

“Wait, should I have picked Ghost Ship?”

You laugh and pop the movie into your player, “Nah, it’s not too scary. Plus, it’s aged a bit compared to now. Some of the effects might seem cheesy.”

He shrugs, “S’fine with me.”

“You don’t like scary movies do you?”

He flushes and ducks his head as you settle onto the couch, tucking your legs to the side so you can lean into his arm. 

“Not really,” he clears his throat and presses play. 

It’s already dark outside when you two start the movie; both parents are out for the night so the house is dark and empty. Leon only jumps at a few scenes, squeezing more and more into your space until you’re cuddling him against your chest. By the time the credits roll, you’re petting his hair and rubbing his back. 

“That’s scarier than you made it seem,” he pouts, voice muffled by your breasts. 

“Sorry, I don’t find it that scary just a bit creepy. Guess my judgement’s a little skewed,” you murmur, running your fingers through his hair. 

He nuzzles a little more into your chest, lips brushing the swell of your breasts through your flimsy tank top. 

“Do you want me to baby you, Leon?” You coo, amusement in your words.

“Mmhmm,” he softly bites your nipples through your shirt making you gasp.

“Aww, poor little thing.”

He tugs your top down until your breasts spill out, shirt cupping them underneath. Groaning, he latches onto a nipple, teeth and tongue lashing against the bud as he pinches and rubs the other. Pulling away with a wet pop, he shifts until his head is cushioned in your lap, shoving his sweats down so he can stroke his cock. 

“Mommy, wanna suck your tits,” he mumbles, cheeks a rosy pink. 

“Such a good boy for asking,” you tease. “Want mommy to jerk you off?”

“Please,” his hips buck, cock bouncing with the movement. “Please, mommy.”

Your left hand reaches out to rub the head of his dick while the other guides his mouth to latch onto a hard bud. Squeezing your thighs together, slick pools in your panties while Leon hungrily sucks your nipple. Your fingers loosely wrap around his cock and you start stroking him off. It’s not long before he begins to thoughtlessly hump your hand, precum leaking over your fingers to drip off your wrist. 

“Leon, you’re being a messy boy,” you click your tongue and he whines, mouth falling away from one breast to seek out the other. 

“‘M sorry, mommy, feels so good, can’t help it,” he pants, nosing across your chest to find your other nipple. His tongue laps at the hard bud before he suckles it into his mouth. 

His moans and whimpers vibrate against your skin, making you jerk him off faster. 

“Oh, f-fuck, mommy, so good, oh god,” he stops sucking on your tits and presses his face against the underside of your breasts, practically smothering his face. 

“Shit, I’m g’nna cum,” he keens. “Mommy, mommy—you’re gonna make me cum, ohhh, g’nna get your hand all messy, fuck.”

He thrusts up into the tight channel of your fist, ropes of cum spurting from the tip to land all over his stomach and chest. Hot thick strands of seed coat your fingers and palm as you softly stroke him through his orgasm. Leon whines and twitches away once it’s too much. 

Pulling your hand away, you lean back to make sure Leon sees you lick the mess off of your hand. 

“Fuck,” he surges up and kisses you, licking his own spend from your mouth. 

Moaning, you tug his hair as the messy tongue filled kiss shifts into a full blown make out. He pulls away first, but only so he can grab you up and toss you over his shoulder. 

“If we keep going, I think we might get caught,” he states, voice thick with arousal. “So bedroom is best.”

“Sounds good to me,” you laugh, letting Leon carry you off to his room. 

[cadberrychicky]

Kinktober day 2

Threesome- Toge and megumi

CW: Aged up characters 21+ years old, threesome obviously, oral (megumi receiving), unprotected sex (be smart and be safe, wrap then tap), almost creampie, reader has a vagina, kind of rough Megumi if you squint.

It wasn’t unusual for you and megumi to experiment during sex, both of you being adults who can verbalize what you are and aren’t comfortable with. But when the idea of trying a threesome was brought up you weren’t really sure how to feel. The first question you had was who the third person would be, the second-how do you go about asking this person if they would want to be part of said threesome.

“It’ll be whoever you want it to be I suppose.” Was all Megumi told you, he of course gave you time to think it over and come up with someone. As the next day progressed it was all you could think about while you did aimless and routine tasks. Then another thought popped into your mind, did megumi have anyone in mind? Had they both talked about it without you? How long had they been talking about it.

You pulled out your phone, bringing up megumi’s contact. Your thumbs hovered over the keypad, not sure how to start the conversation. Eventually you just said fuck it and went for it.

“Did you have anyone in mind for this threesome?” you waited and watched as the typing bubbles popped up almost immediately. Kind of like he’s been waiting to hear from you all day.

“I do.” All he said.

“Who?” more bubbles. Then they stopped for a few seconds. And picked back up again.

“Toge.”

You’d be lying if you said that you hadn’t always found Toge inumaki to be attractive. And you’ve found yourself drifting in thought about what it might be like to be with him and not Megumi. Not that you’d ever thought of leaving Megumi to be with Toge. Your thumbs hit the keyboard once more.

“Ok, I’ll do it.”

“We’ll be over in a second.” You weren’t expecting it to be today, let alone right now. You started to panic a little bit, your place was definitely not the cleanest it could be. You made a B-line straight to your room to make sure your bed sheets were clean. You also weren’t sure what to wear, or if you were supposed to wear anything at all. You decided to just put on a nice lace set you had bought while out with Norbara a little while back.

Just in time to hear a knock on the front door. Taking a deep breath you walked over and opened the door, Megumi and Toge were standing there. Both in casual wear of hoodies and jeans, the only difference was Toges hoodie made sure to cover his mouth like the rest of his clothes. You stood to the side and let the boys in the door, you closed the door and followed behind them.

“Can I get you guys anything to drink or maybe something to eat?” you weren’t really sure how these things go and start and the guys can tell.

“If you don’t wanna do this Y/n we don’t have to.” Megumi stuffed his hands into his pockets and Toge gave an agreeing sound.

“No I do! I do, I'm just not sure how this stuff starts.” You rubbed your suddenly sweaty palms on your pants. The boys shared a look and a nod. Megumi was the first to walk towards you, he pushed a stray piece of your hair out of your eyes and grabbed your chin. He placed his lips to yours.

It was a sweet but still passionate kiss, that’s how they usually were with Megumi. You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, he let out a small groan. His hands moved to your lower hips and squeezed them. He slipped his tongue into your mouth and you let him explore the various textures of the inside of your mouth.

You had almost forgotten that Toge was there until you felt his chest press against your back. His arms slotted under yours and came around to grope and grab at your tits. Gently massaging the plump flesh of your chest. You and Megumi had separated your kiss as you gasped at the sudden feeling. You were panting, mainly from the suffocating kiss you just broke and also from the feeling of Toges hands on your chest.

Toges mouth began to press hot open mouth kisses to the exposed skin of your neck, Megumi had your shirt fisted in his hands. He lifted it up and over your abdomen and you lifted your arms to allow the shirt to come off. Once it was off Megumi had begun to do what Toge was doing, placing hot kisses and love bites onto your chest while Toge continued to attack your neck.

One hand found its way to Megumi’s hair while the other reached around to fist Toges.

“This is a cute bra, brand new?” more hickies placed on your skin.

“Yeah… hah, Nobara and I went shopping a couple weeks ago.” a whimper left your mouth, and an appreciative hum was heard from Megumi. Megumi had detached himself from your skin and reached around your back to unclasp the hooks of your bra. The straps came down your arms and Megumi had pulled the fabric off your body.

If you didn’t feel exposed before, you definitely did now. Toge’s hands once again attached themselves to your chest, this time taking a nipple from each breast and rolling them between his fingers. More whimpers fell from your mouth. Megumi stood there admiring how you looked, the way your hair fell and how much you seemed to be enjoying yourself.

“Isn’t she beautiful like this Toge?” he gave an agreeing hum, waiting to see what megumi had planned next.

“Take the rest of your clothes off for us won’t you baby?” Slowly you pulled the pants you had on down to your ankles, stepping out of them leaving nothing but the panties of your set.

“Oh a matching set, how pretty. Panties too sweetheart.” The panties came down your thighs and to your ankles, you were about to kick them away when Megumi’s hand reached out. You placed the soft fabric into his palm and he tucked them into his back pocket.

Megumi and Toge stripped their jeans and boxers off after you.

“On your Knees.” That was an order, not a suggestion. You did as you were told. Megumi stepped forward, he gave himself a few lazy strokes. His dick was thicker than it was longer, not that you cared too much. His tip was a flushed light pink, a pretty shade really. You could see small beads of precum leaking as he stroked himself.

You stuck your tongue out waiting for him to put it in your mouth, he slapped the tip on your tongue a few times before he was satisfied enough for you to suck him into your mouth. He let out a small shudder as you struggled a little to take him in your mouth. His hand found the back of your head and pulled your hair into a makeshift ponytail to keep it out of your way.

You bobbed your mouth up and down his cock, saliva trailing down your chin and to his balls. Megumi let out heavenly sounding moans as you pulled your mouth off his cock and moved down to suck his balls into your mouth. Using your hands to stroke and rub his dick.

Megumi pulled you away from his dick long enough to instruct you to get on your hands and knees. Having done so Megumi pulled you back to his dick and you immediately went back to sucking and licking him. Toge had moved to his knees, he gave your ass a nice good smack. Moans and whimpers leaving your mouth the best they could while being full.

Toge lined himself up with your dripping entrance. Swiping himself up and down a few times to spread and coat your juices on the both of you before pushing himself inside you. A low groan came from his throat, your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

Toge wasted no time pounding inside of you, even timing himself with the motion of your head bobbing on Megumi. Your knees had begun to hurt from being pressed into the hard floor but you weren’t too worried about it as you were currently being spit roasted. Dripping from your mouth and from your tight cunt. Both men struggling to keep themselves from cumming too quickly.

You could feel your orgasm creeping up on you rather quickly. A few more thrusts had you cumming on Toges cock. A loud groan from his lips at the feeling. Toge could feel himself getting ready to cum not long afterward. He thanked his lucky stars he managed to pull out soon enough to paint your ass and lower back.

The sight of his cum dripping off your ass was almost enough for him to go again. Once Megumi had noticed Toge was finished he grabbed both sides of your face and began to roughly pound the inside of your mouth.

You gagged at the sudden force and speed but let him use your mouth anyway. After a few seconds you felt Megumi’s cum flood your mouth, the salty bitter taste surrounding your taste buds. He pulled out of your mouth with a groan and tapped the underside of your chin. You opened your mouth to show him all the cum you managed to keep in your mouth.

You shut your mouth and swallowed, opening your mouth again to show him it was gone. He groaned and placed a small kiss to your lips as the 3 of you sat on the floor catching your breath, eventually Toge had left to go get a towel to wipe his cum off you.

You started to gather your clothes and put them back on and then went to the kitchen to grab both boys a glass of water. They had begun to put their clothes on not long after you did. You were the first to speak.

“That was kinda fun. We should do it again sometime.” Both boys nodded their heads in agreement. You sat on the middle cushion of your couch, patting both sides for the boys to sit next to you. For the rest of the afternoon all 3 of you sat on the couch under a blanket doing nothing special but enjoying the company of each other.

[mellifiedprincess]

When you started dating Matt, he realized very quickly how deeply you felt things. And what he meant by that is, you sometimes had feelings so strong about something you would end up an emotional mess.

For most people something like that would be quite overwhelming, but not for you. You embraced it.

You found the way you cared so much or thought so much about something to be one of many charming characteristics about yourself.

And sometimes even funny.

Matt couldn’t count how many times he has walked in on you with tears streaming down your cute little face for such bizarre reasons. One time it was because you couldn’t find your favorite nail polish.

Another time it was because you saw an old picture of your mom’s favorite pet growing up. You had never even met the cat and you were crying over it.

“But I just know we would have been best friends!” Was your argument of why you were so emotional over the animal. Matt could only roll his eyes affectionately and cradle your head against his chest.

Yes, he thought it was one of the most ridiculous things to cry about, but he loved you and thought it was endearing only because it was you.

He knew during your “episodes” there wasn’t much he could offer besides the comfort of his presence.

Fast forward to today.

You were minding your business, scrolling through tiktok while the boys were doing who knows what, when a sweet edit of Matt pops up on your fyp.

Of course you watched it. As soon as you saw Matt’s cute little grin, you were sucked in. The transition from him laughing, to him dancing, makes the smile on your face grow even more. He was so cute, it actually hurt your heart and you needed to see his face right then and there.

Tears started running down your face as you walk from the room you share with Matt, to the kitchen, eyes immediately landing on just the person you were looking for.

He was standing in the middle of the room, reading something on his phone not noticing the frazzled state you were in. He didn’t even notice you were there until he felt your arms wrap around his waist and face press into his back.

“Hi baby.” He quietly greets as one of his hands instinctively drop down to grab one of yours, his thumb rubbing softly against the back of your hand. And just the gentleness of his actions is enough to make you squeeze your eyes shut, causing more tears to run out. “You’re so cute Matty!”

At the sound of your watery voice he’s concerned, but then he registers what you said and knows this is one of your episodes. Though still concerned, because he hates when you cry, he is relieved it’s not something too serious.

He moves to pull you in front of him before taking your arms to wrap themselves back around his waist. Matt then quickly wipes at your waterline, trying to stop your tears.

“Why are you crying sweetheart?”

“Because!” You pause and bury your face in his chest and you feel his hand begin to run through your messy hair.

“I just- I love you so much! I feel like my heart melts every time I look at your cute little face.” You cry out, words muffled by his shirt. And if you were to look up right now, you would see a very amused grin on your boyfriend’s face.

“Is that right? The same thing happens to me when I look at you, so glad we’re on the same page.” There’s a lightness to his words, but genuinely meaning them.

You both are silent for a few moments. Matt just holding you tightly against his body, making sure you knew he was there. “I saw this really cute edit of you on tiktok and it just made me really happy. I needed to see your face immediately.”

“You wanna show me the edit?” You perk up instantly at his question, a giddy feeling flooding through your body. “In a minute, Matty. I just need you to keep holding me like this.”

“Okay angel. I got you.” Matt rests his cheek on top of your head and starts to slowly sway you both back and forth. His words settle into the silence surrounding you two and you get another rush of emotions spread throughout your chest.

And unbeknownst to you, Matt had the same rush of emotions spread throughout his chest. He felt so fucking lucky to have someone who loved him as much as you did.

The moment between you two was short lived when you hear another set of footsteps walking downstairs, and then the silence is once again broken by Nicks voice.

“Ugh, serious situation or one of her episodes?” Matt cuts his eyes over to Nick, making the older sibling throw his hands up in a defensive manner. “What? I love my bestie, but she could give Mantis (guardians of the galaxy) a run for her money.”

“Shut the fuck up. We were having a moment here.” Matt states and you pull away from his body, looking at Nick with a soft smile. “Stop yelling at him. It’s okay Nick, it’s just another one of my silly little moments.” You laugh and start pulling Matt’s sleeve, walking towards your bedroom.

Matt sits on the edge of the bed, not wasting anytime in pulling you down into his lap and wrapping his arms back around you.

“Do I really seem more emotional than Mantis?” Your question only makes your boyfriend laugh, answering your question without saying anything.

“It doesn’t matter, sweetheart. Everyone loves your little episodes. It’s almost refreshing in a sense because of how innocent it makes you seem. You just have such a big heart things make you so happy sometimes, you can’t help but cry.”

His small rant makes you squeeze your eyes shut from more tears and you place kisses all over his face, before landing one on his lips.

“Do you really mean that?”

“Of course I do! And I mean it when I say I wouldn’t change anything about you for the world.”

A thought passes through your mind and a small laugh escapes your mouth. “I wouldn’t change anything about you either, not even the weird thing your pinky does when you drink something.”

“Oh great, now I’m getting bullied by the internet and my girlfriend.”

the edit that inspired this:

FULL CREDIT TO @nllzharry on tiktok!

[bloodibambiidoll]

Hush, Little Lamb (farmhand!Jj x Farmers Daughter!reader)

Wk: 837. Hair pulling, rough unprotected sex, voyeurism kinda?, secret relationship, reader has the nickname “Lamb” 18+MDNI!!

Your cutoff overalls pool at your ankles as the scratchy hay digs into your palms. It would almost hurt if the pleasure Jj was giving you as he plowed into you from behind wasn’t so all consuming. You clutch onto the straws for purchase, the scratchy pasturage grazing over your exposed nipples each time he hits you with a particularly hard thrust of his hips.

“Takin’ me so well Darlin’, look at you. Prettiest girl I ever did see suckin’ my cock in like it was goddamn made for her.” One of Jj’s hands is gripping onto your ass so tightly that you’re sure it’ll leave marks and god, you don’t even care that you won’t be able to wear your favorite bikini until it fades because you love it when he leaves his marks on you. His other hand has your two braids laced through his large fingers as he yanks on them roughly.

“So good, jayj, so so good.” You whine as you arch your back causing him to hit deeper inside you than before. “Oh fuck!”

“Shh c’mon baby, wouldn’t want your Pops to hear you, would ya?” He uses his grip on your hair to yank your head back so the expanse of your neck is exposed and he can sink his teeth into your delicate skin.

“Oh fuuuuck, yes, please make me cum.” You whine as you push your hips back to meet his aggressive thrusts the best you can, your tight wet cunt swallowing him whole with each push of both of your hips.

“Pretty little lamb fell victim to the big bag wolf, look at you. S’pretty for me. Beggin’ me to cum.” Jj releases his grip on your hair so he can grab onto your jaw, he squishes your cheeks together, his blue irises drinking in the fucked out look on your face. “You wanna cum? Beg for it.”

“Please, let me cum on your cock, I’ll be so good for you, I’ll do anythin’ - fuck!” You’re cut off when he bends his knees a little, angling his hips so his cock hits you even deeper. He brings his fingers up to your lips and you take the hint, immediately sucking them between your lips.

“Yeah, that’s right, get em’ nice n’ wet for me, sugar.” Jj pulls them from your warm, hot, mouth so he can snake his hand between the two of you and rub his slick digits against your puffy clit.

“Oh my god, yes, yes, yes. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum on your cock.” Your moans increase in volume as your pussy starts to flutter around his thick cock and Jj can feel his balls start to tighten.

“Baby, you know I love it when you talk like that but I’m gonna need you to quiet down, alright?” Jj continues his ministrations on your clit as he brings his other large, calloused hand up to muffle your pornographic moans. “Shh, just cum for me.”

Your eyes roll back and your pussy squeezes around his cock as Jj hits you with deep, hard, precise strokes of his hips. The clapping of skin on skin and your muffled whines bounce off the thick barn walls as he brings you to your end.

“Yeah, that’s it, that’s my girl. S’good for me, sugar. Gonna fuck this pussy so full it’ll be drippin’ down your legs while you sit at the dinner table with your parents actin’ all innocent. When you’re really just a little whore for me, huh?” The slight shake of your head and the little whimpers leaving your lips that he can feel against his palm send him over the edge. Jj’s hips still against your own as his cock twitches inside you, filling you with ropes of his cum.

“Goddamn.” Jj lets out a soft chuckle as he pulls out of you and grips onto your hips to flip you towards him. “You’re somethin’ else, ya know that?”

“Yeah? Well you’re not so bad yourself, farm boy.” You smile up at him sweetly as you loop your hands around his neck, looking at him like he practically hung the stars. He gives you that goofy smirk that always has butterflies erupting in your stomach before leaning down to kiss you in the way that never fails to make you weak in the knees.

You start to get lost in the kiss, not even caring that you’re still half dressed when you’re snapped from your little bubble by the sound of your dads voice calling your name.

“Where ya at, lamb? It’s time for supper!” You quickly jump apart from Jj as you hear him growing closer, hastily adjusting your clothes.

“I’m comin’ Pa!! I was just checkin’ on the baby goats is all!!” You grab onto Jj’s face, pulling him in for a chaste kiss before running away from him towards your house. Taking his heart with you. He watches after you dreamily until your back door is closed and you’re out of sight.

[cameronsprincess]

— summary: no plot, just filthy steve smut.

— pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

— warnings: smut! thigh riding, oral (m receiving), unprotected p in v sex (don’t do that), major daddy kink, semi dom!steve?, breeding kink, slight praise kink, hair pulling, steve lightly smacks reader once, swearing.

❥ call me daddy — s.h

You and Steve have been fucking for about a year now, it started out as a one time thing, both drunk at a party and things just sort of happened.

But then, you found yourselves finding any excuse to hook up.

Sex with Steve wasn't like anything you'd ever experienced. It was filthy, rough and mind consuming.

You loved that Steve had a breeding kink, you loved that he forced you to call him daddy, you loved that he was so rough with you and how he called you his good girl every time you did what he asked.

All of it drove you mad, causing you to feel the ache between your thighs just by looking at him.

And that's exactly how you ended up in this position. In Steve's bedroom, clothes strewn across the floor, riding his thigh, chasing your first of many releases of the night.

"fuck fuck fuck" you moan out, his fingers digging into your thighs as he helps you grind your pussy against his clothed thigh.

"Doing s'good baby. So fucking good. Cum for me, make a mess all over my jeans" Steve grits out, the grip he has on your thighs tightening, surely leaving bruises.

You let out a pornographic moan, letting your head fall into the crook of his neck. The feeling of his denim jeans rubbing against your clit pushing you closer to your release.

Steve runs his hands up your thighs and sides until he reaches your tits, squeezing them gently before his fingers find your erect nipples, toying with them as you continue to ride his thigh.

"Steve, m' so close, so.. fuck!" you shout, your release washing over you, legs shaking as you come undone all over his jeans.

You lift your head from Steve's neck, trying to catch your breath when Steve pulls you off his lap and softly drops you onto the bed.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, watching as he pulls his shirt over his head, bringing your bottom lip between your teeth as he begins to slide his jeans and boxers down his legs.

Your mouth waters when his large, thick cock springs free.

"Wanna suck daddy’s cock, hmm? Does daddy’s little cock whore want to be on her knees?"

You nod your head, unable to contain the excitement in your eyes as you move from the bed and fall to your knees.

Steve begins to slowly stroke his cock, bringing his free hand to the back of your neck and squeezing softly.

"Suck" Steve demands, letting his hands fall to his side as you grip his thick cock in your hands, softly stroking him before placing a kiss to the tip.

You lick a long stripe up the vein on his dick, placing his mushroomed head into your mouth and sucking on it softly while continuing to slowly stroke him with both hands.

You hear Steve groan, letting his head fall back in pleasure as you continue to softly suck on his tip, leaving kitten licks around his shaft every so often.

"Stop fucking teasing, princess. 'S not nice"

You pull yourself back, letting the tip of his cock pop out of your mouth as you stroke him slower.

You place both hands on his thighs to steady yourself, pushing his cock into your mouth until the tip kisses the back of your throat, causing you to gag slightly.

You begin bobbing your head faster up and down his length, taking every last inch of him down your throat.

Steve lightly smacks your cheek, signaling for you to look up at him.

"Look at me princess, want eye contact while I fuck your throat."

You look up at him, eyes glazed over with lust, tears beginning to form in your eyes as he bucks his hips, shoving himself deep into your throat.

He moves his hands into your hair, forming a makeshift ponytail as he begins to harshly thrust into your throat.

You're a drooling mess, tears falling down your cheeks as Steve continues to fuck your throat raw, the sounds of your gagging and his balls smacking your chin with each thrust filling the room.

"Fuck, 'm so close.. fuck fuck" Steve groans out, gripping your hair tightly as his thrusts become sloppy.

He yanks on your hair, pulling you off of his cock and up off your knees.

Steve smirks at you, eyes full of lust as he swipes the drool off the side of your mouth.

"Almost didn't pull you off in time baby. What a shame that woulda been, hmm?"

"Such a shame, need daddy’s cum inside my pussy"

Steve brings his bottom lip between his teeth, a sly smirk on his face as he bends you over the bed.

"Wanna be a mommy? Wanna have all daddy’s babies?" Steve asks, lining himself up with your soaked entrance.

"Yes daddy. Wanna be a mommy, want you to fill me up and give me all your babies"

Steve let's out a dark laugh, running the head of his cock through your slick folds.

You whine at his teasing, "Steve, no teas-" you begin, but are cut off by the loud moan leaving your lips when Steve shoves himself inside you, bottoming out instantly.

"My needy little cock whore, love hearing you beg for daddy’s cock, you happy now?" Steve mocks you, pushing himself in and out of you roughly.

You nod your head, unable to form words from the insurmountable pleasure you're feeling, his cock stretching you, making you see stars.

Steve slows his pace, pulling himself almost completely out.

"Use your words, princess. You know daddy doesn't like being ignored"

"Y-Yes daddy! 'M happy!"

Satisfied with your answer, he begins pounding into you once more. His hands have a tight hold on your thighs, snapping his hips harshly into yours.

He uses one hand to push your back farther down, using his other hand to grip at your hair tightly.

"Such a good girl, taking my cock so good baby. You love when I stretch this pretty pussy out? I love it, 's good. So fucking good."

"Love it so much. Love feeling your big cock stretch me out, filling me so deep"

Steve yanks you up by your hair, your back pressed against his chest as he consumes your mouth in a hot kiss. Tongue exploring your mouth as he pounds into you harder and faster.

You begin to clamp down around his cock, he groans against your mouth as he pushes farther into your cunt.

"Gonna fill you up so good baby, gonna let everyone know whose pussy this is."

You clamp down more at his words, your release so close you can almost feel it.

"Fill me up daddy, want everyone to know 'm yours!"

"Cum with me pretty girl, cum all over daddy’s cock"

You clench around him tightly, feeling your release wash over you as your legs shake uncontrollably.

"That's it pretty girl, squeeze my cock, i'm almost th- fuck" Steve rasps as his cock twitches inside you, hot, white ropes of his release spilling into your abused cunt.

Steve releases his grip on your hair, letting you fall softly onto the mattress, face buried in the bed as you try and catch your breath.

"Fuck, I swear we get better at that every time" Steve says.

You laugh lightly, agreeing with him as you pull yourself up.

"Oh no, i'm dripping down your thighs" Steve says in a slightly mocking tone.

He pushes you back onto the mattress, scooping his cum with his fingers and fucking it back into your sore cunt.

You slightly wince at the feeling of his fingers pushing into you, overstimulated from both orgasms you'd had in the last hour and a half.

"Is my pretty girl sore?" Steve mocks, slowly fucking into your pussy with his fingers.

You let out a whine, nodding your head in response.

"Too sore, can't take anymore, Steve"

He lets out a chuckle, pulling his fingers from inside you and bringing them to your lips.

"Suck, baby" He instructs, shoving his fingers into your mouth.

You begin to suck on his fingers softly, cleaning both your releases off his fingers, pulling a hum of appreciation from Steve.

He pulls his fingers from your mouth and begins to gather your clothes off the floor, handing them to you as he smiles softly at you.

"Wanna come over tomorrow and do this again?"

You chuckle, pulling your shirt over your head, "Oh absolutely."

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[satorusugurugurl]

Maybe could i request: the AC went out! Starring Choso or Nanamin? I'm excited about this event, ur my fav author ☺️

Summer Heat

Summary: Marie’s Summer Smut Fest prompt: The AC is down!

Pairing: Choso Kamo x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Smut, oral sex f!receiving, mentions of sex, sweaty sex

Word Count:

A/N: Let the summer fest start!! I love you so much sweetie! I get so excited seeing your comments! I hope you enjoy!!

“It’s so damn hot!” You complained, fanning yourself with your hand

“The repair man should be here in a few hours.” Choso watches you press your face against the marble countertop. “If you wanna go downstairs and wait in the lobby, I’ll stay here for the repair guy.”

Lifting your head off the counter, sweat down your boyfriend’s neck. The idea of going downstairs to cool off was tempting. You couldn’t just leave your boyfriend up here to suffer by himself. Instead of saying anything, you grabbed your water bottle and downed it. Choso’s cheeks flush, and he watches sweat rolling down your neck and sliding over your collarbone before trailing down your cleavage. He was getting hotter the longer he watched you, and it wasn’t because of the lack of air conditioning.

“Nah, it’s okay. I’ll wait with you.”

“Hm,” Choso chimed in, slowly approaching you, his finger toying with the strap of your tank top. “Well, if you’re still hot, you could take this off. It might help keep you cool until maintenance arrives.”

“Oh yeah, you’re right.” Without much thought, you tug the top off, tossing it towards the couch. “That feels so much bet—ah!”

The second Choso’s dark eyes meet your bear, sweaty stomach. He lost all control. He grabbed the edge of the counter, pinning you back against it. His head bent down, tongue trailing over a beat of sweat that ran down your neck before he began licking lower, running his tongue over your breasts, his fingers pushing up your sports, exposing your tits to him. He nipped and sucked at the beads of sweat littering your skin before he took one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on the heartening bud, grazing over it gently with his teeth, drawing moans from you.

“C-Cho—” You cried out, fisting your hand into his dark hair as he popped off your breast before moving onto your other, swirling his tongue around your nipple. “B-Baby—ah fuck! W-what—nngh!”

Choso continued littering your pretty skin with hickeys before he reached for your black booty shorts, which he nearly ripped off of you with a purpose. You had opted out of wearing underwear today, which is one last article of clothing to worry about. Meaning, Choso had easy access to your cunt now.

“You smell so good, so fucking sweet.” Your boyfriend whispered against your thighs as he grabbed both your legs, forcing them onto the barstool, spreading yourself wide open for him. “Mmmhmm fuuuck-~” his tongue darted out, laughing gently at your clit.

“Nngh!” You grabbed hold of both his buns, gripping them for dear life as his tongue traced shapes over your sensitive clit. “C-Choso!” Sweat began beating on both of your foreheads as Choso licked and lapped at your dripping aching sex, his hand stroking himself through his basketball shorts, squeezing his hard cock. The little moans and the taste of you had Choso moving his tongue faster over here, twitching, throbbing pussy. His tongue stopped tracing shapes, opting to write his name over your clit with his talented tongue.

Your vision began blurring from your boyfriend’s lapping tongue to the room's heat. “C-Cho~!” he grabbed onto his buns, pulling him closer to your dripping sex. “J-Just like, yes baby, that— just like that!!” hearing you praise him having your hands yanking his hair, had Choso’s brows knitting together as his hand moved over his cock faster.

“M-m’—mph!” Choso cried out, eyes burning with lust as he looked up into your eyes. “M-Mm!” not desperate, turned into a feral glare as Choso hooked his arms under your legs, steadying you as he shoved his pierced tongue inside of you.

“A-Agh—fuck!!” you screamed as you lost yourself feeling your boyfriend’s tongue clapping and licking at your slick walls with a growl. Choso looked as if he was losing his absolute shit as he looked as he smeared your juices all over his pretty face.

Watching him lose himself between your thighs as his hand furiously jerked himself off with all you needed to fall apart. You came screaming his name as you squirted all over his face. Feeling your juice, lashed out across his face, had his cock twitching in his pants before Choso came hard, painting the inside of his shorts.

Ragged breathing filled the kitchen as you watched Choso pull his face away from your cunt. When he finished planting kisses along the inside of your thighs, he stole a glance at you and saw that as fast as he could.

“Honey?” You were panting, coated in a thin layer of sweat. “Oh my god, Sweetie!” Choso frantically pulled your shorts back on before he gave you a gentle shake, afraid that he may have pushed you over the line too far. “Are you okay?!”

“Hot.” Was all you managed to get out, causing your boyfriend’s eyes to go wide with horror.

“I’ll go get you an ice pack!” Choso didn’t make it two steps before you yanked him back into your arms. “W-What ar—mm!” Your lips pressed against his and needy, hungry kiss before you all, but shoved your tongue into his mouth. The tangy you lingered on his tongue as you swirled around his mouth, dominating him. It wasn't until he was whining that you began pushing his shorts down to his knees.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot I need you.”

“But you’re sweating a lot. Are you sure you’re—hhagh!”

You yanked his cock out, pushing his hardening tip against your dripping entrance as you held your shorts to the side. “Fuck me, Cho.” With a gulp and a nod, Choso slammed into you and fucked you on every cool surface in your apartment, the countertop, fridge, and the tile. When the maintenance man finally showed up, you and Choso were drenched in sweat, winning a sympathetic win from the repair man.

“I’m so sorry it took so long. You guys should be cool here pretty soon.”

“Mm— I doubt that.” You whispered sweetly in your boyfriend‘s ear. Both of you knew that the apartment started to cool down the second he left things were going to pick up right where you had left off; hot and sweaty sex.

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[cvpidzcvrse]

—Kinktober Week 4.

⇢ Kento and Levi have been fighting over you since your first day in the office. A crossover nobody expected. ➤wc: 895 ➤cw: threesome, split roasting, praise, degradation, orgasim denial, and anything else I forgot. collab with: @lovelylavendersworld

Theme: Threesome + Split roasting.

“You always take us so well.”

You never thought you would be in the middle of your two bosses, but here you are. Levi’s cock is brutally attacking the back of your throat and Kento’s cock is brushing against your cervix. Levi watches the way your plump lips wrap around his cock and the way your eyes roll back as Kento takes you from the back. Your honeyed moans only made him feed you more of his dick. 

“You’re such a whore, taking both of your bosses at once, how will your coworkers feel about this? Think they’ll be jealous? Or maybe they’d want to join in, hm?” 

You whimper at his somewhat genuine question, earning a degrading chuckle from Levi. His calloused hands gently flipped your braids to the other side to get a nice view of your face. “If only they could see you now,” he tuts, caressing your smooth skin. 

“Hey Nanami, what do you think? We hold a meeting and fuck the pretty thing right on the table?” you mewl in shock, compared to the way he touched you so gently, so softly; you thought his words would reflect that, only to be defiled by his vile words. It sends an embarrassing ripple of arousal through you. Imagining getting fucked by your two bosses in front of your coworkers seemed so humiliating, and truly you should be opposed to it but the thought is so lewd you couldn’t help but to indulge.  

Kento smirks when he feels you tighten around him, “With the way she clenched around me, I think the pretty girl likes the idea.” His hands roam your body, thumbs settling perfectly on your back dimples, they fit so well it’s almost like your gorgeous body was made for him. 

While Kento was busy ogling at your body, admiring how ethereal your body looked underneath him, he gave you slow, sensual strokes hitting that spongy spot with painful accuracy, it had left you salivating. Perfect for Levi to fuck your throat like his own personal pocket pussy. Your tongue was heaven-sent, soppily playing with the underside of his heavy cock. You narrowed your cheeks to give him a tighter squeeze, fondling his balls with your free hand. 

God. You were gonna be the death of these two men. 

Here lies Levi Ackerman and Nanami Kento: CEOs and business partners both laid out by glorious pussy. 

“Oh yeah?” Levi’s eyebrow twitched upwards “You want us to arrange it, sweetheart? Wanna see all your coworker's faces when we fuck you stupid?” 

You were too lost in pleasure, the question Levi asked floated aimlessly around in your fucked out head, Kento’s cock bullied your poor cunt, and you swore that you were getting fucked cross-eyed. With your mouth occupied and your cunt stuffed to the brim, you were living your wildest dreams—that was until your mouth was snatched off of Levi’s pretty cock. You let off his dick with a delicious ‘pop!’ 

Pools of brown stare up at him, eyes screaming, pleading to have him back in your mouth, but he wasn’t budging. His cock stood at attention, a bulging red tip, glossy with your spit, it was practically begging to be between your lips once more so you go for one more taste, and that’s when you feel the iron grip Levi had on your hair. Yanking you back to focus on his eyes instead. The sting hurt so good, you couldn’t stop the moan from tumbling out of your lips.

“Answer me slut.” 

“ple-please, I'd love it! Ah— I want all of th- them to know I’m yours.” you whined out. Your hands gripped onto Levi’s muscular thighs to balance being fucked out of your mind by Nanami. 

Levi glares down at you, a hint of amusement plays on that stoic face of his. “Such a naughty girl, c'mon take my cock like a good girl.” you take his cock into your mouth with vigor. Your eagerness almost makes you squirm from Kento’s bruising hold on your hips. If only you could see the beautiful mess they made out of you, your makeup was smudged, drool helplessly dribbled down to your chin, eyes heavy and blown wide with lust. They would have to do this again. 

Kento’s hips kept a demanding pace. In and out, in and out, in and out. Your sweet essence filled the room with nasty squelches. With each thrust he became more hypnotized, you had him dazed. Your cute cunt hugged his cock just right, the poor guy was feeling lightheaded you had The Kento Nanami behind you losing all his composure. 

Levi’s eyes flickered between you, Nanami, and the clock. Your 30-minute break was almost up. They had to make this quick to avoid raising any suspicions from their conniving colleagues. 

You felt the familiar feeling creeping up behind you, the tightness in your stomach began to unravel, and goosebumps started to form on your skin. You were close and Levi knows it. 

“Would you look at that, Your break is over.” Kento pulls out of your sopping wet pussy and Levi removes your plump lips from his hard cock. An air of authority fills the room as you hear both of them zipping up their pants and getting dressed. 

“Looks like we have to save this for another time. Have fun, our loyal employee.” 

☜Kinktober week 3 | Kinktober week 5 ☞

[hypnoneghoul]

May I request Phantom taking big boy Mountain for the first time, and maybe we get that tummy bulge because he's slight and mountain is just so.. big

yeah i wrote exactly what it says on the tin

“Phantom, are you sure?” Mountain asks—again—holding the writhing quintessence ghoul relatively still in his lap. He whines and nods furiously.

“Yes, Mounty, yes, please,” Phantom begs and Mountain can’t deny that it gets him all hot and bothered. He already is all hot and bothered, has been since the younger ghoul pressed himself against him and started spilling filth into his ears, begging Mountain to finally take him to bed. To fuck him stupid, break him in half.

Mountain is a strong ghoul, but he’s not invincible.

“Fuck…okay,” he sighs. It turns into a moan when the all too eager Phantom grinds his ass down onto the earth ghoul’s half-hard cock. He grunts and hooks his arms under the other’s thighs to hoist him up. He yelps and giggles, making Mountain smile. “You’ve been spending too much time with Swiss, you menace.”

Phantom only smirks.

Soon enough they reach the earth ghoul’s bedroom and he’s dipping his hand into Phantom’s pants as he’s straddling his lap. “We have to prep you nicely, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Done,” the quintessence ghoul mutters and just then Mountain’s fingertips are brushing against his hole, slick and loose. His cock twitches and he swears under his breath.

They work together to undress themselves without really parting—Phantom planted himself firmly on top of Mountain and it doesn’t seem like he intends to leave his spot. Rather clumsily, but they manage, and the earth ghoul truly drenches his fingers in lube before bringing them back to the other’s asshole.

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he mumbles again and Phantom whines, but nods. He arches his back like a cat, pressing his chest against Mountain’s and tucking his head under his chin as the earth ghoul pushes his fingers in, one by one until he has four in. Phantom really did a good job of stretching himself and Mountain has no doubts he aided himself with quintessence.

His cock kicks at the thought. He pulls his digits out and wipes his hand on the sheets. They’ll need washing anyway. “Okay, iris, I–”

“Put it in, Mounty,” Phantom whines, looking up at him, and Mountain doesn’t even feel bad for folding immediately. Who wouldn’t if the quintessence ghoul looked at them like this?

Mountain growls and puts his hands on Phantom’s hips, trying to not think about how small he looks between them. A little more and he’d be able to just about squeeze him whole. He pulls him up, grinding his little cock into his stomach and positioning his own dick at his hole. The quintessence ghoul’s eyes widen a bit when he feels the sticky tip against him.

“You ready, honey?” he asks. Phantom doesn’t respond—at least not verbally. He presses his ass back and moans all high pitched as the head of Mountain’s massive cock pops into him.

“Fuck,” the earth ghoul swears and clenches his jaw. He’s holding Phantom with one hand under his ass and he’s trying to make him go slow about lowering himself, but the young ghoul is eager. Probably too eager for his own good. “Careful, honey.”

Phantom whines and nods, slowly going down inch by inch, feeling himself stretch out further and further on Mountain’s cock. It’s maddening for both of them.

He’s about halfway down when he winces and whimpers in a worryingly painful manner and Mountain instantly freezes. “Iris? You okay?”

“Yes, fuck, but it hurts,” the quintessence ghoul cries out, squeezing his eyes shut. Mountain’s own are dragged to a single drop of sweat beading at the younger’s brow. “You’re so big, shit.”

“We can–” the earth ghoul grunts, but Phantom cuts him off, near in panic.

“NO! No, ‘m good. Let’s keep going,” he pleads and Mountain has no choice but to trust him. The quintessence ghoul takes a moment to breathe and adjust some before moving again, lowering his hips until he’s fully down, with Mountain truly balls deep in him. “Oh, shit. Fuck, I– hah, I did it!”

The earth ghoul can’t help but giggle at how proud of himself Phantom seems. The younger ghoul plants his hands on the other’s shoulders and pushes himself up to fully sit on him and–

He watches as Mountain’s eyes fix on his belly before rolling back into his head as a wretched noise falls from his open mouth. A second later Phantom feels warmth pumping into him and his own jaw drops as the realization hits.

“Mounty, did you just–”

He only whines loudly as he goes limp under the quintessence ghouls. His sight seems to have returned to him and he doesn’t drag his eyes away from where his massive dick—that is now already softening—is protruding from Phantom’s stomach in a prominent bulge.

[sashi-ya]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ エロチックトバー２０２４> MDNI / EXPLICIT CONTENT

TURBULENCE ✈ JUGRAM HASCHWALTH X F! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 27: PLANE SEX

🐙 requested by: Anonymous. Hiii, the theme for the event is a bomb😳Do you write for the Sternitters too? (Bleach). If so, I’d take a Jugram Haschwalth for the airplane sex kink. The gender can be female or gn, I don’t mind. Thanks in advance! ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. modern au. business trip. airplane sex. 🐙 wc: 2.4k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

Ah, he has always been next to the general director. He even works more than him. Jugram this, Jugram that. Go here, go there… 

“Jugram-sama, I just received an e-“ you inform but get interrupted by him. “I know…” the blonde answers, checking his phone for the third time since you both seated on that plane. 

Uncomfortable, both try to get your legs ready for a lot of hours over the clouds. No matter how much you were -the Silbern company- willing to pay, a last-minute flight across the world only had barely two tickets available on economy. Forget first class, not even a single one free on business class. 

However, if Yhwach ordered Jugram to do it, he must do it. And you, his assistant, tried your best to find accommodation… took whatever it took. 

You keep quiet as his crystalline eyes fix on the screen of one of his six phones. What an amazing beauty this man holds, with manly features but still delicate to be mistaken by an angel… still, he might be the loneliest of them all, by choice perhaps, pushing everybody away… 

“Did you pay wifi on board, right? I’ll need it” he utters, as cold as always. As serious as ever. 

You nod, searching for a little card with a special code they gave you when you were checking in. 

“Here, Jugram-sama” you give it to him, grazing your fingers. He is not really looking at you, he just seems especially glued to the screen. 

It doesn’t take much for the plane’s doors to be finally closed and for a flight attendant to reach your spot. A young beautiful woman, dressed in the airline’s sexy uniform, stops right by your side noticing Jugram still on his phone. 

“Ah, Sir. Excuse me, we are about to take off, you should put your phone down until we reach cruise alt-“ she says, shutting up the moment the blonde looks at her in a very “not amused” grim. 

 The immediate change of that woman when seeing his handsome face isn’t something new for you, in fact, the flight attendant didn’t even notice you were also on your phone. She immediately recognize him, acting all silly and flirtatious towards him. 

“Sorry. Will shut it off in a moment” Jugram says, blocking his phone and sliding it inside the chest pocket of his white suit. 

You do the same, sighing. It’s ok, the flight attendant won’t notice, nor will Jugram. He doesn’t care about you; you are just a mere software that breathes and speaks to help him… or so you think. 

“Fasten it. Tight” he suddenly says, bending just a little to reach for your seatbelt and adjust it closer to your lower stomach. And you gasp, when did he ever cared about your safety? 

You nod, again. Out of words, even more than always. You can’t say much, you just fix your eyes into the little screen in front of you. Hot ears, hot cheeks… a simple touch of this man, and you are sent to heaven. 

And, speaking of heaven, soon and with your ears popping the plane leaves the ground to be finally airborne. In complete silence, the only sounds you are blessed with are the roaring of the engines and the little creeks of the plastic insides of the plane. 

Time flies, they say, when you are comfortable… however, this wasn’t exactly the definition of comfort. You tried to squeeze yourself in that tiny seat, as much as possible. Your left elbow carved into the plane’s fuselage wall, and your right arm crossed over your chest. You don’t wanna take Jugram much space, and as much as you wish, you don’t even dare claiming the middle armrest for your own. 

“You look uncomfortable, (Name)” he mutters, this time with his eyes scanning a haggard magazine. You have no idea how he does it, but he sees you without looking. 

“Not to sound very cocky, but economy nowadays is a torture… we haven’t even left Germany, and my legs are already dead, I wonder if I’ll be able to walk when we get to Japan” you whisper, as the lights of the cabin have already been turned off and some snoring from other passengers filter in between the sound of the engines. 

“Try to rest, we will need energy” he simply says, closing the magazine and turning his head to the side. His eyes closed, but his facial muscles still tensed.

When will you rest, Jugram Haschwalth? 

Seven hours in, and that water bottle you chugged in while bored, has started to affect you. But how to leave your seat to go to the bathroom, if that would mean crawling on top of Jugram who has finally -incredible to you- fallen asleep? 

Yet, your bladder has a limit and after several minutes trying to forget about your necessities, urgence takes over… 

Taking a deep breath before starting to move, you stand up. You hit your head with the overhead compartment and swear in silence. Then, facing Jugram, your left leg goes first, passing over his long legs. And just like this, with your hands on each side of his face, on the headrest, your hips seem like straddled on his, even though your crotches aren’t touching. 

A soft rocking motion, known as turbulence, seems to complot against you as it becomes a little more noticeable. It obviously affects your balance, but you are not willing to wake this man up, much less with you in such position. 

However, Jugram seems to never really rest, and suddenly a pair of hands land on your waist. 

“Careful” he whispers, opening two shining stars per eyes. His hands are strong, his hold making you feel secure. 

“I’m sorry, I had to go to the toile-“

“You should have asked me to move…” he answers back, helping you to reach the aisle. 

You nod, out of words, and quickly run -as best as you can- to the toilet. You can’t normalize your breathing for at least a couple of minutes after you finally relieve yourself and in the mirror in front of you, you try your best to fix your image… 

Yet, seems destiny has decided to play with you, once again…

The up and down motions increase, turbulence becoming more and more noticeable, and a flight attendant asking you to hurry and go back to your seat once you’ve managed to leave the restroom.  

You grunt; why in the world there isn’t something able to deal with turbulence yet? Grabbing anything, really, while you walk to your very uncomfortable seat, you pray for Jugram not to be asleep.

“Uh, Jugram-sama, I’m ba-!” you try to ask for him to move so you can squeeze back into your seat. But, of course, to make it a lot more shamefully to you, turbulence makes you jump. 

The blonde once again snatches you, this time saving you big time not to hurt yourself badly. You get locked in his arms, on top of his lap. Your face close to his, noses almost touching, eyes fixed on each other’s. 

“You ok? Did you hurt yourself? Is your head ok?” he asks, touching the back of your head, grabbing you real close to his body, seriously worried. 

You nod, finally breathing back. 

“I’m ok… thank you for saving me, Jugram-sama” you whisper, letting your forehead rest on his shoulder. You are sure you shouldn’t have done such thing, but you couldn’t help it… it is hella scary to feel like gravity has abandoned you. 

“Don’t… worry” he whispers back, allowing you to rest as much as you wish on him. His hand on your head makes it clear, “stay here if you wish”

The scent of his skin, and the sweet perfume he wears, makes you dizzy… what a delicious combination. The warmth of his flesh on your lips, invites you to kiss him… how much you wish you could do it, but just the way the plane moves will have to do, an indirect kiss that can’t be call as it. 

And, the more the plane moves, the more you softly jump on his lap. And Jugram seems to tense, more and more… is it that maybe the constant graze of your legs on his crotch, the warm breath of your mouth, or your nose buried on his skin it is making it really difficult for him? 

You notice his muscles becoming stiff, and thankful for the darkness surrounding the fuselage, you take a little bit of advantage of the situation… I’m sorry, Jugram-sama, this is a dream came true. 

However, common sense comes back to you; “Sorry, Jugram-sama! I’m gonna go back to my seat. I’m sorry...” you try to stand up, but you can’t. 

“Stay…” he grunts in your ear, pressing your body, harder, against him. This time you can feel a man’s reaction to a beautiful woman jumping on him… 

You look at him; this time your eyes are imbued with lust. You only just needed a plead, a single word… you are just a human, you have been pushed to the limit… You have always wanted him… and apparently, he has always wanted you. 

Perhaps a couple of seconds passed, but to you it felt like an eternity. His hand landed on your cheek, with its fingers reaching the back of your head. 

In silence, trying to recognize each other’s traits with the soft led lights of the bathroom sign on the back of the plane, you spend some more minutes until he devours you in one kiss. 

It is more than magical and also painfully needy; you have no idea if he had been wanting to kiss you since forever, or this is just something out of the blue. And who cares? Kiss me more, Jugram-sama. 

Indecently, the kiss become more and more deep, in a full plane, surrounded by strangers… and his hardness keeps growing, as if was searching for your core to go desperately deep inside. 

“Toilet, go. Wait for me” he commands in between tongues playing. 

You widen your eyes; he wants to fuck you in that tiny bathroom?

“Please…” he adds, again pleading, begging. 

You nod, this time biting your lower lip. He helps you; the turbulence continues but has decreased in intensity. You walk to the bathroom in the back, praying for nobody, including the crew, to see you. 

Your clearly agitated -and horny- imagery reflects on the mirror of the tiny toilet. You wonder how is Jugram going to manage to get inside without being noticed. 

Trust Jugram Haschwalth, he is not only wise, he is rich and the second hand of one of the largest companies in the world… 

“Miss, if I give you my number, would you close the bathroom for me and my assistant? She is not feeling well and I will try to help her. Please, contact me soon, we are soon purchasing a private jet, and we will need a flight attendant like you to join us” 

“Oh! Of course, Jugram-sama! Thank you!! And please, don’t worry, take all the time you need!” 

A sudden knock on the door announces he is here, not even a minute has passed. You open, sticking yourself against the back of the toilet. Amazed you noticed nobody but him around, where are the flight attendants? 

There is no time to think, as he gets inside and closes the door right behind him. Pleased with the loud noises of that Boeing 777, he turns you around. Your belly hits the mini counter, Jugram’s hands lowering your bamboula pants. 

“I don’t know why you chose to wear these today, but I’m so glad you did” he grunts in your ear, as it was hella easy to lower them down and expose your ass. 

You were about to reply it was because of comfort, but it’d be pointless to add anything at all. He lifts your right leg on top of the counter, for better access, feeling your wetness with his free hand. 

His chest hits your back, his chin carved on your shoulder, both looking at each other through the mirror. 

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time… I’m sorry it has to be on a plane’s toilet” he says, smirking. 

For a long time, Jugram-sama? Amazed, amused, impressed… the very first time he is showing you a smile and it’s when he has his fingers inside your folds… 

“I- I don’t- I don’t care…”  you simply answer, because you can’t even think straight; by now, Jugram has started fingering you like nobody else did before. 

Your inner thighs tremble, your skin becomes bumpy. Your hand tries to reach for Jugram’s hips, you want him closer -inside-. And he understands his job, immediately. 

“You want me to fuck you, mh?” Jugram asks, pinching your cheeks and making you look yourself in front of the mirror. 

“yes… please…” you plead, lifting your hips, grabbing yourself from the little counter in front of you. It isn’t easy not to lose balance on such a tiny place, on a plane with occasional turbulence. 

Jugram, however, seems not to notice the motion of the plane and keeps both feet steadily on the ground. He lowers his zipper, freeing his sex from his white pants. Ready, so ready to impale you, he doesn’t even take a single moment to do it. 

His strong hand lands on your mouth the moment he finally gets deep inside you; a Boeing might be loud, but your moan could have been heard by others.

The slaps against your ass and thighs force you to put your hands on the mirror in front, where both never stopped looking at each other. It is both magical and perverted the way  you enjoy this moment through the reflection. 

One, two, three. More and more. But is not enough, is not deep enough… “Come here…” he commands, turning you around. 

You pant, legs trembling, wanting more and more. 

Jugram sits on the toilet and spreads his arms to receive you. And you immediately understand; time to bounce on his hard sex. 

You let yourself fall on his lap; the need allows his dick to slide right in with no difficulty whatsoever. Facing your blonde lover snatches your lips in a feverish kiss, his hands press the small of your back against him, and his legs begin to bounce along with you… ah, deep Jugram-sama; deep, fast… faster… 

And now turbulence is making it even better, don’t you think?!

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