#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"

[star2fishmeg]

Luke dirty talk. That’s all.

Hips driving in and out of you at a brutal pace, the veins on his forearms popping as he rests one beside your head, his other hand gripping the mattress as his curls stick to his forehead. Your arms wind around his broad shoulders, gripping tight and you dig your nails into his muscles, the overwhelming euphoria wiping your mind of any coherent thoughts other than the stretch of Luke's cock dragging against your walls. He smirks against your neck, his breath hot and ragged, soaking in your high-pitched moans as if they were a melody.

"That's it. Hold me tighter," he murmurs into your ear, trailing wet kisses along your cheek until his lips brush against yours. Tell me how I make you feel. Need to know if I'm treating you well, angel."

Both your mouths move desperately against each other, tongues lapping and saliva dribbling from the corners of lips as you're whimpering into him, wanton moans burst from you when he thrusts deep into the crevices of inside you. Your fingers trace to his nape, carding through the curls and pulling firmly to pull his mouth from yours, now swollen and pink from how much he's been kissing you. Deep groans vibrate through Luke's chest but his smirk returns hearing little raw whimpers float from your throat that match the pace of his thrusts. It's almost impossible for you to keep quiet, the pleasurable warmth that flows through you the harder he fucks embraces you and coaxes you into almost becoming limp.

Luke's eyes flutter close, and he rests his forehead against yours, gritting his teeth as a surge of energy bursts through him and you think he couldn't rut any harder but now he's splitting you in two.

"Fuck! Makin' such pretty noises, f'me. Don't stop, don't fucking stop, y/n. Say my name, please, say it. Want you to tell them who I am, who takes good care of you, tell them,"

"Lu...Luke!" you whine, eyes rolling to the back of your head, and you hook your legs around his waist, his guttural moan intertwining with yours when you feel him sink deeper, wet walls against his pulsing cock, "Luke, Luke...oh Luke!"

"Go on, angel, tell your roommates how fucking good I make you feel." He dips to your neck, teeth nipping at the supple skin and sucking purple blossoms before running his tongue over the bruises. If there's one thing that makes his dick twitch inside you, it's seeing his marks over your skin while your voice gradually fills your room with elongated moans and his name in airy breaths. "Tell them who's been keepin' you company. How fuckin' loud you can really be f'me."

Luke cups your cheek in his big hand, thumb caressing your cheekbone as his half-lidded eyes glazed in a wild lust steady on yours and he licks his lips, fascinated with how you writhe and wail out in elation. He doesn't say anything except terribly supress the grunts begging to slip from his throat but instead he runs his hand down your chest, curving over your breast and tickling your stomach until he rotates his wrist, long fingers coming into contact with your throbbing clit and you jolt at the sudden circling pressure.

"It's always the quiet ones, huh? The nastiest, do they know how much of a whore you are for me? Haven't you told them how I fucking ruin you until you're sore? How I trained your pretty pussy to fit me and only me?" You weakly shake your head, unable to formulate a word with the overstimulation strangling you. He kisses you roughly again, his voice rumbling as you're gasping at the arousal washing through you, "Good girl, squeezing me so tight, makes me wanna fuck you harder."

"So...so ful..full..." you pant, "so big, mor...more."

Your lower stomach feels hot and tight, like a knot being pulled from either end and you're unsure on how much longer you can take his carnal rutting. Your skin is damp, Luke's sweat dripping from his chest onto yours and your thighs feel strained, still wrapped around him, clinging for dear life as nails claw angry marks into his back. Your mind goes completely blank for good; jaw faltering as pathetic and incoherent whines fall off your tongue until you string together what you're begging for.

"M'gonna cum, Lu, fu...fuck wanna cum." The words disappear into the air, the slapping from your skins drowning out your measly voice. The knot in your stomach hanging on by the thread, and you need to leak over him, claim him and show him what he does to you.

He drags his fingers away from your cunt and takes them between his lips, licking them clean of your arousal before his palm softly cups your cheek again. This time he's grunting with every eager, stuttering thrust with brows knitted.

"You're not cumming until I say so," he grumbles against your lips, relishing in how you plead him to just kiss you again. But he doesn't. He lets your lips ghost while he drives his cock into your cunt animalistically, sloppily, watching you squirm as you try and do as you're told. “You’re gonna cum with me or you don’t cum at all.”

[xosamioo]

https://x.com/vmp1009/status/1867888991904960642

Idk if the link was sent in my last req but this is what i was referring to....pls make this a fic.

“𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬”

Pairing: idol bf riki x f reader

Wc: 1,711

Contain warnings: 🔞 18+ smut slight strong language suggestive themes etc

You sat in the corner of the dance studio, watching as your boyfriend and his band members practiced their routine. A small smile played at your lips as you observed them move in unison but you’d be lying to yourself saying that’s what you were doing. Your eyes were drawn to your boyfriend Riki’s hands, slender and long, adorned with metallic rings that glinted under the harsh studio lights. They looked so powerful and yet so delicate at the same time….his veiny hands were so …enticing that you just wanted to reach out and touch them, to trace the veins and feel the cool metal rings against your skin You knew you should be watching the dance routine, supporting your boyfriend and all, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his hands.

Maybe it was the way the rings …highlighted his long fingers or the way the veins seemed to pop under the strain of the choreography…fuck it it was probably both. You couldn’t help but imagine how the metal would contrast against the softness of your flesh as he fingered you or choked you You squeezed your thighs together, feeling a heat beginning to build in your core, the urge to touch yourself getting almost unbearable. you knew you were going to have to wait until later when they were done practicing and you were back in the privacy of your room with him but damn it was going to be hard You continued to watch as your boyfriend and his groupmates practiced their routine, your thoughts filled with images of those slender hands and metal rings everywhere on your skin, caressing and touching. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice that the boys had finished practice and Riki was walking towards you. “hey babe, what’s got you so distracted?” Riki said, his voice low and gravelly as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. he smelled of sweat and the faint hints of his cologne, a combination that was enough to make you shiver and squeeze your thighs together “Nothing, just watching you guys practice” you mumbled, trying to keep your voice steady. your mind was still filled with images of his hands and rings and you were having a hard time focusing on anything else “Just watching us, huh?” Riki said, a smirk on his face as he noticed how you squeezed your thighs together. he placed a hand on your thigh, his rings on proud display as he gently ran his fingers over your skin the cold contact of his rings against your skin You shivered at the cold touch of his rings, your body reacting instantly to the contact. you looked up at him, your eyes locking with his as he continued to run his fingers over the sensitive skin on your inner thigh “I could tell you weren’t paying attention to the dance” Riki said, his voice low as he moved his fingers higher up your thigh “I saw the way you were looking at my hands before practice even started” your body was overheating under his touch and words.

“I couldn’t help it” you whispered, “your hands…they’re just so…fucking hot” “Yeah? You like my hands babe?” Riki slightly smirked, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you “What about them is so hot hmm?” “the way they look…how strong they are…the damn rings” You could feel your panties getting wetter as his fingers brushed against the hem of your shorts. a low rumble came from Riki’s throat as he leaned down to your ear “What about the rings babe? wanna be a little more specific for me?” your body shivered in anticipation as the words came out your mouth “ I just want to be able to feel those rings on my skin” you whispered “ I want to be able to feel them inside of me…or when you’re choking me” if you weren’t a blubbering mess already, Riki’s dirty words would’ve made you one “is that so? you’re getting turned on just by looking at my hands” you nodded, not trusting your voice. “I think I know just what to do about that” Riki whispered “Come on, let’s go” he grabbed your wrist and practically dragged you out of the practice room You stumbled after him, your legs feeling like jelly as he pulled you along. Riki was quiet as he led you down the hallway, his grip on your wrist tight. you couldn’t help but notice how the veins in his hands popped against his skin every time he tightened it, and how the metal of his rings shone under the hallway lights.

Your heart was pounding as he opened a door and pulled you into his office studio the room was small and private, with a desk and couch in the corner. Riki sat down on the couch and patted his lap “Come here” he said, his voice low and commanding. You obeyed, walking over and sitting on his lap, your back against his chest. “good girl” Riki’s breath tickled your ear as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck. He placed his hands on your hip, his rings making contact with your skin as they moved under your shirt a small gasp escaped your mouth as his cold rings touched your skin. You could feel them gliding along your stomach. His fingers ghosted over your rib cage, gently caressing the skin. Riki could feel you shiver in his lap “You’re so sensitive” he mumbled against your neck, his lips trailing kisses along your skin he could feel your breaths quicken as he continued to kiss your neck, his hands still roaming over your body. His fingers slipped under your bra, the cool touch of his rings making you arch your back.

Riki let out a low chuckle as your body responded to his touch. He pulled you closer against him, his lips moving down to your collarbone. His teeth grazed against your skin, gently sucking and biting Riki’s other hand moved lower, slipping into your shorts. His fingers ran over the lace of your panties and a moan escaped your lips at his touch. “ already so wet for me” he whispered in your ear you could feel his hands and rings against your sensitive folds through the lace. Riki took advantage of your moans to capture your lips in a heated kiss, his tongue pushing into your mouth. His hand pulled your legs apart and Riki took the chance to slip his middle and ring finger under your panties, teasing your entrance with the cold feeling of his rings. you broke the kiss to let out a moan, arching your back “Is this what you wanted?” Riki said as he pushed his fingers inside your dripping heat “You want your pussy wrapped around my fingers?” your moans grew louder as he moved his fingers inside you. “yes…please…more” you gasped out, your body writhing in his lap. “shh shh baby” riki mumbled against your neck

“can’t have anyone walking in and seeing you coming undone in my lap,” he said, his fingers moving faster inside you. “ gotta keep your pretty moans all to myself” Your eyes closed and you bit your lip, trying to keep your moans from escaping. But Riki could feel you clenching around his fingers, your head falling back against his shoulder, your mouth falling open and letting out small quiet moans as his fingers easily glided through your wetness, the cold feeling of the rings against your sensitive flesh driving you wild. Riki’s other hand gripped your hip, making sure you wouldn’t move away from him. “that’s it” he murmured against your neck, “ride my fingers like a good girl” “Riki��please… I’m so close” you managed to get out amidst your gasps and moans. You were so close to your climax but the angle wasn’t enough to get you there. And Riki knew that as well “I know you are baby” he said, his voice a low grumble in your ear. “I know what you need” Riki moved his hand from your hip to your hair and pulled your head back, exposing your neck. “I know what you need” he repeated as his other hand wrapped around your neck* the pressure on your neck and Riki’s rings made your moans much more obscene and loud. “you’re gonna come right here in my lap, right now” Riki’s dirty words, mixed with the feeling of his rings and the pressure on your neck, pushed you closer to the edge.

“ gonna be a good girl for me?” your words turned into moans, unable to say anything other than “ yes..yes..yes”. You were so close, so close that your entire body was trembling and Riki knew that you were right there, on the edge and in need of a little push Riki increased the speed and pressure of his fingers inside you and tightened his grip on your neck “ come for me” he commanded“ the pressure against your neck, mixed with his fingers moving inside you and his words did the trick. You were thrown over the edge, your pussy clenching around his finger as you came, your head falling onto his shoulder, your moans barely suppressed.

You could feel his ragged breathing against your ear as Riki’s hand gently pulled its way out of your shorts. You were still reeling from your orgasm and could only slump against his shoulder for support as Riki slowly stopped caressing you. he gently nuzzled into your neck, “ that’s it, shh, you did so good” Riki whispered bringing his hand towards your mouth his fingers and rings covered with your cum he held them out to you “lick them clean” he said and you obeyed, opening your mouth taking his slick fingers in and closing your mouth around them, tasting yourself on his skin, making sure to clean his rings and his fingers Riki let out a low groan as he felt you cleaning his fingers and rings “good girl” he mumbled against your ear as you took his fingers out and swallowed. He gave you a soft kiss on your hair “Come on baby, let’s go home”

Authors note: a lot of you have been requesting this one so I hope you guys like it!! Check out my Twitter acc for 18+ and more @jaywonbf 🩶.

© xosamioo 2024 do not repost, plagiarize, or translate.

[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…

[headkiss]

hello! a summer request for my sweet hotch, maybe him taking care of reader's allergies or a cute picnic date (jack included)

hope you have a lovely day sweetheart 🩷

hiii tysm for your request!! hope you’re having a lovely day too angel 🫶 so sorry it’s not summer anymore but hopefully you still enjoy! | 0.8k words of fluff!!

Aaron is not known to take many days off, but summer seems to get him out of the office more than any other season. Even more so ever since he met you.

More again as soon as he introduced you to Jack, to the most important person in his life. Jack liked you immediately, and he never stops asking when he’ll see you next. Though there’s a void left behind by Haley that will never quite be filled, you all know it, but your presence in both of the Hotchner’s lives has brightened them in ways Aaron doesn’t think you could understand.

It’s why, today, he’s taken the day off on purpose. He’d even gone as far as to tell the team not to call him unless absolutely necessary. He trusts them, and they bug him to take breaks more than anyone, anyways.

There’s a classic red and white gingham blanket spread beneath you on the grass, the sun bright in the sky and saturating the park around you.

Aaron’s barely unpacked the snacks before Jack is jumping up and asking his dad for permission to go play.

“Only where I can see you,” Hotch says, “okay, buddy?”

“I know, dad!” Jack’s already running off before you can even tell him to have fun.

Aaron watches his son go, squinting in the sun, keeping an eye on Jack until he’s made it to a small group of other kids by the slide before turning back to you.

You’re scrunching your nose and rubbing at your eyes when he does, and Aaron frowns a little when you sniffle.

Always far too observant, he tilts his head at you and asks, “You okay, honey?”

You nod, because you really are.

You’ve had allergies for most of your life, you think, so it’s nothing to worry about. It’s just annoying. You’d woken up and could already tell it was a bad day for them, less air passing through your nose, your eyes itchy.

But days like these—the ones with Aaron and Jack and beautiful weather and nobody working—are rare, and you’d never be caught giving up time with your people just because of some allergies.

“I’m fine, just my allergies.” You smile at him and grab a nacho from the spread, dipping it into the layered salsa from the grocery store and popping it into your mouth.

“Why didn’t you tell me they were acting up?” Hotch asks, thumb wiping a bit of salsa from the corner of your mouth gently without a thought. Sweet and subconscious.

“Because you would’ve made me stay in bed and bring me soup like it was the flu,” you say, knee bumping his. “I’m out of meds, but I didn’t wanna miss this. Jack was so excited and I was, too. I love being with you guys.”

And fuck, Aaron’s heart squeezes in his chest at the way you speak so fondly about him and Jack, like they’re your own family. At how you’re willing to be uncomfortable just to keep plans intact.

He trails a knuckle down your bare arm, all the way down until he catches your hand and gives it a squeeze. “We don’t have to stay long.”

“I know,” you scoot closer and drop your head against his shoulder.

It’s only twenty minutes later, and after many sneezes (and ‘bless you’s from Aaron), he’s packing up the picnic and not letting you argue it. Your eyes are reddened and watery, and he can hear how stuffy your nose is by your voice, and he doesn’t want you to feel worse.

And maybe he likes the idea of getting to take care of you over something small like this. How domestic it is.

“Alright, let’s go home, yeah?” Aaron pats your thigh softly. “I know you wanted to tough it out, but i can tell it’s bugging you. There’s a pharmacy down the street, we’ll stop for meds.”

There’s no sense fighting him when your allergies are bugging you, when he’s so stubborn with his plans, with how kind the tone of his voice is.

“Okay. Maybe we can watch a movie when we get back? Jack can pick since we’re making him leave early.”

“You sure?” Aaron raises his eyebrows. “He’s gonna make us watch Big Hero 6 for the hundredth time, you know?”

“I know that you secretly love that movie.”

“That wore off at the tenth watch, honey.”

You laugh, then sneeze, and Aaron shakes his head at you fondly before calling Jack back over and promising to buy him a candy bar at the pharmacy for cutting his game short.

The candy bar is long gone by the time you’re all settled on the Hotchner’s couch to watch Big Hero 6 again, and you and Aaron share a secret smile when Jack announces it as his pick.

[aesthetixhoe]

warnings: fem!dom!reader, sub!ethan, really both the reader and ethan are switches, dirty talk, mommy kink, bratty? ethan, breeding kink oops, unprotected sex (don't do thisss), cum play, fingers mmmm

CURRENTLY THINKING ABOUT making ethan read aloud.

to most college students the question "do you wanna come over and study?" is code for "do you wanna come over and hookup?" not to ethan apparently, because even though you've been dating for six months, he still didn't pick up on the implied actions of the night.

"baby, how much longer are you going to be reading for?" you whine, rolling from your stomach to your back.

"i thought you wanted to study?" he scoffs, looking over the top of his book at you. you groan and flip to your side to face him.

"you know that studying is code for sex right?" you raise your eyebrows at him expectantly.

"well i don't care, i actually need to study for this econ exam." you roll your eyes, already bored with his studious behavior. you lay around for a few minutes just listening to him breathe before an idea pops into your head.

"fine, i guess ill just have to find something else to do." you say as you brush your hand over his dick. he eyes you carefully but turns his attention back to the book, chalking your actions up to petty teasing. even though he is getting hard he doesn't let his mind stray from the book. until he feels your hand undo his zipper to palm him over his boxers.

"what are you doing?" he asks shortly, already annoyed.

"occupying myself since you won't." he keeps reading out of spite, expecting you to break and beg him to fuck you. you love having power over him though, wanting to see how long it'll take for him to break and put you in your place, but you don't want him to be in control this time. he's doing good at avoiding your advances until your hand slides under the band of his boxers and grabs his bare dick.

his eyes flutter shut, and he mutters a "fuck" under his breath. he tries to relocate his eyes on the book to prove you wrong but every time he gets refocused you pull a new move, like putting your unoccupied hand down your own pants. he looks at you bewildered, you've never done anything like this before, but he is not opposed. "baby, what are you doing?" he questions, seeking some sort of explanation.

"just keep reading." you say, almost as an order, and he listens. your stroking stops abruptly, and he lets out a whine. "out loud." he squeezes his eyes shut before reopening them and finding his place.

"Unexpected inflation will tend to h-hurt those whose money received, in terms...terms of wages and interest payments... does not rise with inflation. In contrast, inflation can help those who owe money that they can pay in less valuable, inflated dollars." your hand speeds up causing his voice to pinch and his breathing to speed up even more. your movements stop.

"did i tell you to stop?" he shakes his head. "then keep going." what has gotten into you? you've never been the dominant one in the bedroom, but this is a nice change of pace for both of you.

"Low rates of inflation have relatively little economic impact over the short term. Over the medium and the long term, even low rates of inflation can complicate future planning." he's too caught up in focusing on his textbook that he doesn't even notice you taking your pants off. he feels the weight of you disappear from beside him, and when he looks up, you're staddling his hips, right above his aching cock. "what are you doing?" he pleads, his voice high and whiny.

"keep fucking reading," you order. he doesn't, but you don't even notice as you're lowering yourself onto him. you both moan out as you feel him fully enter you. "shit..." you whimper out, the dominant exterior falling for just a second.

"fuck, babe, please...please move." he ruts up into you, throwing his head back, book long forgotten as his hands have moved to your hips. you sit still for a second, admiring the way he whimpers and whines for a while, hoping he'll eventually beg on his own. but he doesn't, ever the stubborn ethan. he shifts his hips up once again, signaling for you to move, but you won't budge. he whines louder than before to express his displeasure.

you lean down so your chests are touching, slowly kissing from his neck up to his ear. you whisper "if you want me to move so bad, beg for it." followed by nibbling on his lobe. his hips stutter up one more time, but he still doesn't give in. "ok fine, i'll give you another reason to give in." you grab the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head, leaving you in just a bra and you can feel him twitch inside you. he reaches to cup your tits but your hands catch his before he can, pinning them to the bed beside him. you purposefully clench down on his dick, making him throw his head back once more. "come on baby, all you gotta do is beg. don't be a brat. don't you wanna feel your cock sliding in and out of me? beg for it so i can use you, you want that don't you?"

your hands reach behind yourself to unclasp your bra to sweeten the deal even more. upon seeing your bare chest he finally caves. "ok ok, please baby, please ride me oh my god i need you, need to touch you. please, i'll be good i promise!" his hands move to your chest again but this time you let him.

"see that wasn't so hard..." you start moving after what feels like hours to him. slowly at first to ease into it, but you soon get enough speed to start bouncing fast. by the time you get to that tempo, he's a babbling, whimpering mess. you had never seen him like this before. sure when he was especially needy he would whimper or whine, but having him fully under you and under your control. good god.

his hands are tighter on your hips now than they were before, pulling you down harder than you could bounce. your head is thrown back at this point, and you've paused the dirty talk - for now you both were too lost to speak coherently. "shit...fuck! so good baby. thank you... thank you, mommy!" he's so fucked out he doesn't even realize what he said until you halt your movements.

he's looking at you now. "i- i didn't..." he shuts his eyes tight and throws an arm over his face. "fuck... i'm sorry, i didn't mean to call you that..." even with his face covered, you can tell he's bright red, it spreading to his ears and down his neck.

you slowly start to roll your hips again and grab his arm to pull it off his face. "oh... so you're too embarrassed to let mommy see you?" you smirk, emphasizing the name. his eyes peek open to see a teasing grin on your face, and his cock twitches inside of you again at you calling yourself that.

you start bouncing once again, this time with a newfound fervor and not letting up on your words. "fuck, bet you love this, huh? love mommy using you to get off. riding your cock till i'm satisfied, all you have to do is lay there like a good boy..." you coo at him, your pace staying steady.

"yes! yes mommy, love it so much. love you so much, shit!" his eyes are screwed shut, his hands reaching for anywhere and everywhere he can. you could tell he was getting close. and with the way that he's practically worshipping you... you weren't gonna last long either.

"be a good boy and make mommy cum. show me how much you want it." you whisper in his ear. it's like a switch is flipped in his brain because, within the blink of an eye, you're on your back. he pulls your legs up over his shoulders, then proceeds to pump into you with a speed that makes your head spin. "fuck!!" you shout out, giving up on speaking until you cum.

"shit, mommy gon-" his own words are broken with his moan, "gonna cum, fuck! please lemme cum inside, please, please. wanna fill you up, let me."

and fuck, how do you say no when he looks at you with those big brown eyes begging. you'd let him do whatever he wants when you catch him looking at you like that. "holy fuck, yes! please cum in me! please breed me ethan."

and with that both of you moan out, cumming almost in unison. true to his word, ethan spills inside of you, and continues to thrust into you even after he's finished. it's only when you look up at him with your blissed eyes that he comes to his senses and pulls out.

he slowly lowers your legs, and you feel the deep ache start already. he leans down in between your legs, and you clench around nothing when you realize he's watching his cum leak out of you. he reaches two nimble fingers down to swipe over your folds, collecting some on his fingers before bringing them to your mouth, which you eagerly open for him. your eyes roll back at the assertion of dominance, and how easily he can go from begging for you while calling you mommy, to shoving his cum covered fingers in your mouth to clean off.

"i love you so fucking much baby." he utters, brainlessly as he stares down at you.

you grab his hand and pull his fingers out of your mouth, making sure you leave him with one final lick. "don't you mean mommy?" you return. with the hungry look he gives you, you can tell there will definitely be more "studying" tonight.

[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.

[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.

[sashi-ya]

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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?!

Taglist of amazing babes: @awas-posts @missfuriosa @theneighbourhoodferret @cyberdazetragedy @ariesbbytings @animesnowstorm @lenablack9919

[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. 

[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.

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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

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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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