#It doesn’t feel like your pulling shit out of your ass

[lunaswicked]

Stress Relief - J.U

Paring: roommate!Jey Uso, Fem!Reader Tags: Heavy smut, enemies to lovers, oral (male receiving), unprotected p in v, pure lust, breeding kink, hair pulling, cervix kissing, 18+, MINORS DNI A/N: Thank you ANON for requesting this one. I had more than enough fun writing this.🩷💛 Word Count: 4.5k

There’s just something about him that pisses you off. 

Maybe it’s that damn mullet—too perfect, like he actually puts effort into keeping it that way. 

Or maybe it’s those stupid grillz that flash every time he smirks like he knows something you don’t. 

Or the way his eyes get all dark and intense whenever you're too close, like he’s waiting for you to slip up. 

And don’t even get started on the hoochie shorts—him walking around the house like he owns the place, thick thighs out, no shame whatsoever—  

“Right, Y/N?”  

You blink, brain still stuck on him, and realize Jasmine’s looking at you expectantly. Fuck. You have no idea what she just said.   

“Huh?” you mumble, scrambling. “My bad, I’m just tired.”   

Jasmine side-eyes you before clearing her throat. “I said, isn’t it Xavier’s fault and not mine? Like, he was the one who stayed up all night gaming, knowing damn well he had a test, and then had the audacity to blame me when he failed because I didn’t wake him up?”  

Classic Jasmine and Xavier. Always on some dumb shit.   

“Yeah,” you nod, finally catching up. “That’s on him. He’s his own person. Can’t blame you for his L.”

After a solid hour of Jasmine ranting about Xavier’s dumbass decisions and you half-listening while nodding at the right times, you finally make it back home. The second you step inside, a heavy sigh escapes your lips. Silence. Thank God.   

You toss your keys on the counter and kick off your shoes, already mentally preparing to crash in your room and not deal with anyone for the rest of the night—  

And then you see him.  

Jey.  

Laid out on the couch like he pays all the bills, legs spread like he owns the damn place, one arm draped over the back of the sofa, the other scrolling through his phone. His infamous hoochie shorts are front and center—gray, slightly too tight, showing way too much thigh.   

Your eye twitches.   

“You comfortable?” you deadpan, crossing your arms.  

Jey doesn’t even look up. “Mmhmm.”   

You inhale sharply through your nose, debating whether it’s worth it to start an argument tonight. Spoiler alert: it’s not.  

With a shake of your head, you step toward the hallway, but before you can make your great escape, Jey finally acknowledges you—well, more like calls you out.   

“You had a good lil date with Jasmine?” His voice is lazy, that usual cocky drawl laced with amusement.   

Your jaw clenches. “It wasn’t a date. We were just talking about some shit.”  

Jey hums like he doesn’t believe you. “Uh-huh.”   

You hate when he does that. It’s like he enjoys getting under your skin for fun.   

Rolling your eyes, you keep walking, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. But just as you reach your bedroom door, you hear him mumble, almost like an afterthought—  

“Didn’t even say goodnight. Rude ass.”  

Your fingers tighten around the doorknob, and for a brief second, you consider turning around, throwing a pillow at his stupid manspreading self, and telling him exactly where he can shove his passive-aggressive comments.  

But you don’t.  

Instead, you exhale, push your door open, and mutter just loud enough for him to hear—  

“Goodnight, Jey.”   

You don’t have to turn around to see his smirk. You can feel it.

After shutting the door behind you, you waste no time stripping out of your clothes and heading straight for the shower. The hot water does wonders, washing away the tension from the day, but it doesn’t completely wipe away the lingering irritation from Jey’s annoying ass.  

By the time you step out, fresh-faced and wrapped in an oversized t-shirt, your mood has mellowed slightly. You towel-dry your hair, scrolling through your phone as you step back into the living room, just to grab your notebook off the coffee table.  

And then you see it.  

An empty water bottle. On the floor.   

You freeze, eyes flickering to the plastic offender before trailing up to the culprit himself—Jey, still posted up on the couch like he’s got no worries in the world, scrolling through his phone like the place doesn’t look like a damn mess.   

"Seriously?" you scoff, arms folding across your chest. "You just gon’ leave this here like we got a maid or something?"  

Jey barely glances at you. "Man, I ain’t got time for the arguing shit tonight." His voice is lower than usual, rough around the edges. "I’m already stressed the fuck out."  

You raise an eyebrow, leaning your weight onto one hip. "Oh wow. You’re stressed? No way. I thought you were just chillin’ in those hoochie daddy shorts with not a care in the world." Your voice drips with sarcasm, and you expect him to throw something smart back, to keep up the usual banter.  

But he doesn’t.  

Instead, his jaw flexes, his thumb stopping mid-scroll on his phone screen. He lets out a slow exhale, tilting his head back against the couch, eyes slipping shut for a moment like he’s forcing himself to keep it together.  

Something shifts.  

The air gets heavier, quieter.  

"You ever have one of those days," he murmurs, voice deep and tired, "where no matter what you do, shit just don’t go right?"  

You’re not sure what it is—maybe it’s the way his voice drops, or the way his chest rises and falls like he’s carrying more weight than he wants to admit—but something makes you pause.  

Your fingers tighten around your notebook as you stare at him. "Yeah," you say after a beat, softer this time. "'Cause you ain't the only one."  

He lifts his head then, dark eyes meeting yours. For once, there’s no teasing, no cocky smirk—just something unreadable, something you’re not sure you wanna figure out.  

The tension between you thickens, stretching into the small space between the couch and where you stand.  

And then, before you can even think to move, Jey shifts, legs spreading a little more like he’s testing you, eyes flickering down to your bare legs before dragging back up to your face.  

"You stay runnin’ yo mouth," he mutters, voice just low enough to make your stomach dip.  

Your breath catches slightly, but you don’t back down. "And you stay leaving shit around like a damn child."  

His lips twitch. Not quite a smirk, but close. "You really tryna argue with me right now?"  

"You started it," you quip, gripping your notebook a little tighter, suddenly hyper-aware of how the room feels smaller, how the space between you feels like nothing at all.  

Jey leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, his presence pulling you in without even trying. His voice drops even lower when he says, "You sure you wanna go there?"  

Your heart kicks up. You should walk away.  

But you don’t.

You let out a laugh, shaking your head at him, but it’s not your usual annoyed laugh. No, this one is softer, teasing—like you’re calling his bluff. Because that’s all Jey ever does, right? Talk shit. Act like he’s that guy. Like he gets under your skin more than you get under his.  

But then you see it.  

The way his eyes darken.  

Your laughter dies down when he slowly—real slow—pushes himself off the couch, standing to his full height. He tilts his head slightly, watching you with that unreadable expression, tongue swiping across his bottom lip like he’s thinking real hard about something.  

You should’ve walked away when you had the chance.  

But now? Now it’s too late.  

Jey moves with a lazy kind of dominance, circling you like a damn predator, eyes dragging over your frame, taking his sweet time like he’s got all night.  

You swallow, gripping your notebook a little tighter. "What?" you say, feigning nonchalance, but your voice is already a little weaker than before.  

Jey lets out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. "Man…" He exhales sharply, flexing his jaw. "Just told yo ass I’m stressed, mama. I’m tryna keep cool."  

His voice is deep, smooth, but there’s something dangerous lurking underneath it. Like he’s on the edge of something, and you’re the one about to push him over.  

"You ain't the only one stressed," you shoot back, though it doesn’t hold the same bite as before. You feel hot, like the air thickened between you without warning.  

Jey stops behind you now, standing close. Too close. You feel the heat radiating off him, the scent of his cologne mixed with whatever stress he’s been carrying all day.  

And then—his breath is at your ear.  

A shiver racks through you before you can stop it.  

"Maybe I should relieve my stress and fuck the attitude outta you."  

Your breath catches.  

Your whole body goes rigid.  

Because what the fuck did he just say?

Your brain straight up short-circuits.  

Mouth slightly parted, hands gripping your notebook like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded—you don’t know what to say. Because what the fuck are you supposed to say when your roommate, the man you claim to barely tolerate, just whispered some filthy shit in your ear like it was nothing?  

Like he knew what he was doing. Like he knew the effect it would have.  

And fuck—fuck—it wasn’t your fault that your panties were now coated in the wetness from your meaty pussy. It wasn’t.  

Blame the stress, blame the long-ass day, blame him for walking around in them damn hoochie shorts with thighs thick enough to make a grown woman weak. Blame anything but yourself.  

But Jey? Jey knows exactly what he’s doing.  

You feel him shift behind you, not touching you, but standing so damn close that you can feel the heat of his skin, the weight of his presence pressing down on you like a vice.  

"You real quiet now," he murmurs, voice low and taunting. "Where all that mouth go, huh?"  

Your breath is shaky when you finally force yourself to move, spinning around so fast you nearly stumble back into the coffee table. But Jey—being the asshole that he is—catches your wrist, steadying you before you can escape.  

"Easy, ma," he says, voice smooth as hell. Too smooth. Like he’s amused. Like he’s enjoying this shit.  

Your heart pounds so hard it’s all you can hear.  

"I—" You blink, trying to get your shit together, trying to remember why you were mad in the first place. "You—You’re such a fucking ass, you know that?"  

Jey smirks, tilting his head slightly. "And you love it."  

His fingers are still wrapped around your wrist, his thumb absentmindedly stroking your skin, slow and deliberate. It sends a jolt of heat straight to your core, making your thighs clench on instinct.  

"N-no, I don’t," you lie, voice barely above a whisper.  

His grin deepens, eyes flicking down to your lips for a fraction of a second before meeting your gaze again.  

"Lyin’ ass."  

The tension is so thick you could choke on it.  

And Jey? He’s standing there, looking at you like he’s got all the time in the world, like he’s waiting on you to admit what you both already know.

"Fuck it," you mumbled, your voice breathy and shaky, almost like the words were ripped out of you against your will.  

You didn’t care anymore. Not about the stupid notebook. Not about the stupid tension. Not about the stupid fucking game Jey was playing, getting under your skin and twisting you up all at once.  

You dropped the notebook, not even thinking twice, and yanked him in by his collar, slamming your lips into his.  

It was hard. Demanding. The kind of kiss that’s all teeth and desperation. Like neither of you could wait another second to feel what this fucked-up energy between you really meant.  

Jey’s mouth moves against yours like he’s starving, all heat and tongue, and before you know it, his hands are on you—rough, unforgiving—grabbing your ass like it belongs to him, pulling you flush against him. The pressure of his grip sends a surge of heat straight through your body, your pussy throbbing in response.  

You moan against his lips as his fingers squeeze your ass, the sound barely escaping before he’s swallowing it down. He’s devouring your mouth, like he can’t get enough, like he’s wanted this for way too long and finally got what he wanted.  

You feel it in every inch of your body, that pull, that hunger. You feel his breath mixing with yours, the ragged way he’s breathing, the way his chest is rising and falling like he can’t keep up with what’s happening between you two.  

Your hands slide up to his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath your palms, and for a split second, you think about pulling away—thinking you should stop before it gets too far. But the moment your hands find his neck and your fingertips dig into the back of his hair, you can’t think about anything but the way his body feels against yours.  

"Jey," you whisper, barely breaking the kiss, your lips swollen and breathless. "What are we doing?"  

He doesn’t answer, not with words anyway. He answers with another savage kiss, deep and messy, like he’s showing you exactly how far this has gone. And fuck, you don’t know if you’re ready for it, but you sure as hell don’t want it to stop.  

He pulls back just enough to look you in the eyes, his dark gaze searching yours like he’s reading every inch of you, figuring you out. You feel the weight of his stare.

“What we shoulda been did,” he murmurs lowly, voice rough as hell.  

And in that moment, you don’t need him to say anything else. You already know.

His body was fucking tense, like he was barely holding it together. You could feel the strain in his movements, the way his shorts were stretched tight, his muscles flexing with every shift. And damn, you could see it—his hard dick pressed up against them, making your heart race even faster.

Jey was barely keeping his cool, sweat beading down his forehead, his breaths coming out in sharp, heavy bursts. His hands slid down your sides, gripping your hips tight enough to leave marks, and you could see it in his eyes. He was struggling, trying not to lose control, but damn—he wanted to.

You felt the heat of the moment, the tension that was thick enough to choke, and then his voice broke through, low and rough. "Be a good girl and get yo knees fa me," he growled through gritted teeth, barely holding it back.

And fuck, those words hit you like a freight train. It was like a switch flipped in your brain, your body moving almost instinctively as if you already knew what was next. You didn’t even think about it—you just did.

Dropping to your knees, you looked up at him through your lashes, your gaze locking with his, and there it was. That darkness, that possessive hunger that always lurked just beneath the surface. Jey’s jaw was clenched, his hands gripping the back of your head for support, as if he needed it to stay steady.

His eyes roamed over you like he couldn’t believe you were really there, like you were some kind of temptation he couldn’t resist.

You took your time, letting the tension build between you as your fingers grazed his waistband. Slowly, you tugged his shorts down, watching them slip past his hips until they pooled at his ankles. The sight of him like that, completely exposed, made your breath hitch in your throat.

But you weren’t done.

You leaned in a little closer, your hands tracing down his thighs before sliding under the waistband of his underwear. You took a second, letting the moment drag out, before pulling those down too, inch by inch, until they joined his shorts on the floor.

His thick dick arched towards you, glistening slightly as if it had been waiting for this moment. The huge, meaty length, likely around nine inches, had a rosy tip that was already dripping with precum. 

As you traced your finger around the swollen tip, a deep moan escaped his lips. “Ugh, mama,” he murmured, sounding so fucking good. A low grunt rolled from him as you tightened your grip and began to move your hand, the sound of you stroking his wet, aching dick echoed in the living room. “Mmh, shit,” he breathed, tilting his head back.

You lean in, your heart racing, and place a gentle, wet kiss on the swollen, angry tip of his dick. The warmth of your lips sends shivers through his body, and without a moment's hesitation, his hips instinctively thrust forward, a reflex wanting for more. “F-f- fuck, please,” he breathes out, the desperate need in his voice sending a shock through you.

He tilted his head back, surrendering to the feeling moving through him. Veins bulged on his hands as he tangled them in your hair, desperately trying to mask the expressions that escaped him. With each flick of your tongue, his hips shuddered in response. Your other hand began a slow journey, trailing to his balls, where you gave a gentle squeeze, drawing out a gasp that escaped his lips as your mouth sucked him deeper.

You felt him hit the back of your throat, and a whimper slipped from him — a sound of pure need. The feeling made your pussy swell, your wetness pooling as you ground your hips against the fabric of your panties, craving more. 

You could feel his rough grip tightening in your hair, a mix of pleasure and desperation evident in his voice as he stuttered, “Mama —! SHIT, wait—.” His eyes widened, a clear sign of the overwhelming urge building inside him, a tidal wave of release.

But, rather than slowing down, you were only spurred on, sucking him harder while tightening your throat around him, matching the rhythm of your hand as it continued to tease and squeeze his balls. “Please— Mmmmm,” he moaned, pleasure erupting from deep within. Then, without warning, you felt it — a hot rush as he erupted, flooding your throat with warmth, each wave sending electric jolts of satisfaction through both of you.

Jey grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking you up with barely any effort, his grip firm but not painful. Without saying a word, he pulled you toward the couch in two long strides, moving like he was in control of every inch of the space between you. 

His breath was still heavy, fanning against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.  

"You know you don’t hate me, mama," he murmured in your ear, his voice low, thick with something dangerous. His lips brushed against your neck, slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world to make you fall apart.  

"You just hate that you want me," he added, his teeth grazing your skin between kisses, making your knees damn near buckle.  

You let out a shaky whimper, barely above a whisper. "Jey..."  

His grip on you tightened. "Yeah, baby?" he teased, like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

You swallowed hard, your breath coming out shaky as your fingers gripped onto his arms for some kind of stability. His lips were still on your neck, warm, teasing, like he was waiting for you to say it.  

"F-fuck me... please," you finally breathed out, your voice barely above a whisper, but desperate enough for him to hear exactly what you needed.  

Jey pulled back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes flickering with something unreadable—something dangerous. His tongue swiped across his bottom lip, and for a moment, he just watched you, like he was letting your words settle, making sure you meant them.  

Then, his grip tightened, and he smirked. "That’s all you had to say, mama."

He flipped you around like it was nothing, hands firm on your waist, making sure you landed exactly where he wanted you—ass pressed up against him. Your hands hit the couch for balance, fingers gripping the fabric as your breath came out shaky.  

Jey didn’t rush. Nah, he took his time, dragging his fingers down your hips before slowly peeling your shorts and panties down, letting the cool air kiss your skin. It was deliberate, like he was making a point—like he wanted you to feel every second of it.

You arched for him without thinking, body reacting on its own, and he let out a low hum—like he liked what he saw, like he was taking a mental picture of the way you were laid out for him.  

Jey peeled off his shirt and tossing it aside, his warm hands running over your hips before he positioned himself right at your entrance.

“Gonna be a good girl fa me and take this dick?” Jey rasped, his voice thick with need, his grip on your hips tightening. His teeth clenched like he was barely holding himself back.  

You barely had time to respond, a shaky “y-yes, I—” slipping from your lips before a gasp tore through you.  

“Oh my God—!”  

Your fingers dug into the couch as he pushed forward, taking his time, making sure you felt every inch of his meaty dick. He was ripping through the gummy walls of your pussy. The room felt hotter, the air thick with tension, his deep groan mixing with your breathy whimpers.

His movements grew rougher, more urgent, his grip firm as he drove deeper. Each thrust sent waves of heat through your body, the pressure making your breath hitch. The sound of his heavy balls meeting your clit filled the room, a rhythm that left no space for second thoughts.  

His low groans mixed with your breathy moans, his pace relentless, like he was set on making sure you felt every bit of him.

“Jey… J-Jeyyy,” you whimpered, voice breaking as he moved just right, hitting that perfect spot like he knew your body better than you did.  

A deep groan rumbled from his chest, rough and needy. “Yeah… lemme h-hear you, baby,” he murmured, voice thick with pleasure.  

Then he stilled, buried deep, making your breath hitch. His grip tightened as he leaned in, his next words dripping with heat. “You feel so. Fucking. Good, mama,” he growled, punctuating each word with a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, making sure you felt every inch of him.

Jey’s grip on your hair tightened, pulling you upward just enough to feel the strain in your back as you arched deeper. He fucked you so smooth, almost hypnotic, as each motion seemed to draw out all the tension that had built up between you both. His breaths grew heavier, as if every second was another release of the stress he’d been holding onto all day. 

You were both so close, the tension building, each of you chasing that same overwhelming release. Your body trembled as the pressure inside you built up to an unbearable peak.  

“Jey, I—oh god,” you moaned, your voice shaky as he moved with purpose, knowing exactly what you needed.  

“Mhm, give it to me, mama,” he murmured, his breath ragged. “I’m close too.”  

You let go, the wave of pleasure crashing over you, your body shuddering as the world around you blurred. Jey’s grip on you tightened as he followed, his rhythm slowing as he caught his breath, both of you lost in the aftermath. The air between you was thick, charged, like you were both coming down from something intense and raw.

Jey scooped you up like it was nothing, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. You could feel the heat of his skin pressed against yours, and everything felt so close, so right. You were exhausted, barely keeping your eyes open, but it didn’t matter. You just trusted him to take care of the rest.  

He didn’t even say a word—just held you tight and started walking, his hands steady on your ass as he carried you effortlessly. You didn’t even know where he was taking you, but you didn’t care. You were just so tired, so wrapped up in the feeling of him, the weight of your body melting against his.  

Then, he kicked open the bathroom door with one smooth motion, not even breaking a stride, like he’d done it a million times. He didn’t put you down, just shifted you slightly so you were still pressed against him as he turned the shower on. The sound of water filling the air was calming, almost like it was meant to wash away everything from the day.  

When he finally set you down, your legs wobbled slightly, but you steadied yourself, stepping into the shower as the warm water hit your skin. Jey followed you in, his hands never leaving your body as he stood close behind you, like he just couldn’t get enough of being near you.

You could feel yourself finally relaxing as Jey took over, the gentle motion of the washcloth gliding across your shoulders. His touch was soft but firm, like he knew exactly how to soothe you. When the cloth passed over your skin again, it lingered there for a second longer, and then, you felt his lips press a tender kiss to your shoulder. The soft foam of soap clung to his lips, but he didn’t seem to care. It was almost endearing in its own way.  

"Y’know, I always wanted this," he murmured, his voice hushed but full of intention as his fingers ran in slow circles on your back, the washcloth soothing your skin.  

Your stomach fluttered, and the feeling felt so real, so raw. You turned around to face him, meeting his eyes. His smirk was just enough for his grillz to flash in the low light, the mischievous glint in his eyes unmistakable.  

“Yeah… me too,” you admitted, the words coming out quieter than you expected.  

You realized then, maybe you never hated him the way you thought you did. Maybe the whole time, you wanted him so badly, you hated how much you needed him.  

Before you could overthink it, your hand reached up to his wet mullet, tugging him down toward you. Your lips met in a kiss, slow and lingering, as his hand moved to your ass, giving it a softer squeeze. There was no rush now. No tension. Just the feeling of being with him, finally, in a way you never expected. 

There’s just something about him that pisses you off. 

Something about the way he makes you love him.

🏷️: @luvrsluxe @skyesthebomb

[infevious]

I NEED a part 2 of that Latino kinich pls pls make it fluffy 😭🙏🏻🙏🏻

APOLOGIES

a/n: pt 2 of this !! probs ooc 😓 im also surprise surprise high as balls again so im probably thinking im writing shit shakespeare himself couldn’t but it’s actually ass. i also have a test tomorrow and need to sleep early today so pls dont hate me for not writing an actual ending i’ll finish tomorrow maybe 😭😭😭

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The final straw for the hunter was when he saw you and Yaotyl playing around, he hated how the man was touching you, he had tried convincing himself he wasn’t jealous but he knew he was lying to himself. His saurian companion only added salt to the wound.

“Would you look at that! She’s enjoying her time with someone else while you’re over here looking like a kicked puppy- you ever seen her smile that big? Maybe you should just jump off the nearest cliff to end this horrible feeling!”

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You were walking home after a long day of commissions, the sun was setting and all you wanted to do was rot in bed the rest of the evening. You heard some footsteps behind you but thought nothing of it, multiple people use this path it’s nothing, you kept walking until you felt someone grab your hand and turn you towards them.

It was Kinich. He let go of your hand and gripped your arm, pulling you close to his chest, a little too close, and you could tell he was annoyed.

“Why have you been ignoring me?”

You blinked. Didn’t he tell you you were being annoying? You blinked again.

“I’m not ignoring you..”

“Bullshit” His grip on your arm tightened. “You haven’t talked to me in weeks.”

“I’ve just been..busy..?”

Wow. Best liar in all of Teyvat he’s surly going to be convinced.

“Uh huh? Busy with what? Busy with everyone in Natlan that you can’t even spare me a glance?”

“Why do you care? I thought you said I was annoying?”

He bit his lip and looked down for a moment before looking back at you.

“I did…but you’re my f-” He sighed, mentally cursing at himself for caring so much. He didn’t really mind you ignoring him for the first couple of days, but when he saw you were with another man he realized how bad he regretted it, he realized his feelings for you.

“You’re my friend. I just needed some time alone.”

You felt your throat start to burn a bit. Friend. You should have known, you never had a chance with him. You swallowed the feeling back and looked down.

“Okay”

Okay? That’s it? You’ve ignored him for almost a month and the only thing you can say is okay?

He gripped your arm tighter and pulled you closer.

“Is that all you’re going to say? Okay?”

“Well what do you want me to say!?”

That came out a little louder than expected but whatever..all you wanted right now was to rush home and lock yourself in your room.

“Anything other than okay!”

“I’m sorry for listening to you and giving you the space you wanted!”

He scoffed and let you go, crossing his arms and looking away. He knew he should just apologize to you so you two could go back to before and get past this.

“..I’m sorry”

Your eyes widened. You didn’t really expect that.

“What?”

“I said i’m sorry alright?”

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After a while, it was actually a day and a half, you two were finally back to normal, you just tried to tone it down a bit. He noticed that, but he also noticed how your hand stopped brushing against his when you would walk together, how you seemed slightly less cheery when talking to him, how you stopped looking at him with a small little smile when he would talk.

He was walking back to a customer after finishing a commission when he heard your voice.

“-I don’t know how long I can take it anymore..! I can’t get rid of my stupid feelings! How do I make them go away!?”

He saw you shake Mualani as you looked like you were about to burst out into tears. Feelings? What feelings? Who were you talking about? His eyebrows furrowed as he continued to listen to what you were talking about.

“Uh- how are you sure he doesn’t like you back?”

“He was annoyed at me for spending time with him! He called me a friend..!”

Wait. Was it him you were talking about? He almost started praying to the archons then and there that it was him, he was ready to pay what ever price if you could return his feelings. He was snapped back into his thoughts as he heard Mualani confirm.

“Kinich is a weird guy, who knows?”

“Lani don’t get my hopes up..”

She gave you a small smile and then noticed Kinich standing a few feet behind you. She saw how his cheeks were slightly blushed and raised her eyebrow. He realized that she saw him and quickly left to find the customer.

Interesting.

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[ishasturnz]

‘ Scotty doesn’t know ‘

png by: @aquazero

summary:Matt’s girlfriend and Nate finally meet in person for the first time, and things take an unexpected turn that’s way beyond just being friends.

w/c: 664

character count: 2982

warnings: porn with plot in a way, p in the v obviously, cheating, almost getting caught?, telling matt Nate is fucking his girl, rough sex, backshots, riding, somewhat rushed.

a/n: I tried my best especially for a car sex fic😭 i’m so glad you guys give me ideas because I swear I had NO motivation for the past few weeks.. ALSO GO LISTEN TO MUTT BY LEON THOMAS!!

It felt so good.

Yet it was so wrong.

It all started when we visited Boston around Thanksgiving, Which ended up with me meeting Nate.

Though he was a likable guy, we exchanged glances.

And not platonic ones.

The next time, Chris, Nick, Matt, and I went to Boston it gave me and Nate time to “catch up” with each other.

That's how I found myself in the backseat of his car.

FAST FORWARD

His hips started thrusting up, his movements going from slow and gentle to rough and fast. His balls smacked against your ass with each and every thrust.

“S-shit missed those so fuckin’ badly.” His grip on your hips was easily hard enough to leave multiple bruises, obviously not caring if Matt saw them or not, you’d just come up with another lie.

You guys were making such a fucking mess, all types of substances leaking all over the leather car seats, the windows were completely fogged up, thin layers of sweat dripping everywhere.

The two were completely in pure bliss before Nate’s phone started to ring. It was Matt. It was always matt.

“Shit it’s matt, y’gotta be quiet f’me” you only let out a quiet whimper in response. Your sweat hands slapped over your mouth before he answered the phone.

While talking to matt he flipped you over on your stomach so your whimpering and whining didn’t pick up as much.

“Wassup matt?” His pants somehow shallowed down making it sound like he isn’t going balls deep in his girl. “Are you guys almost ready? We’re trying to hurry up dude”.

Course he was acting entitled. As always. “Yeah just wait a few minutes, y/n’s looking for her- glasses” he lied through his teeth, somewhat trying to see if matt actually payed attention to small things.

“Oh alright, just like— try and hurry up a bit” Matt spoke before hanging up.

You don’t wear glasses.

The minute the screen went to the call screen and back to the message, Nate threw his phone into the front seat and went right back to driving into you.

"look so pretty taking my cock like a good little slut, you must love the idea of cheating on Matt with his best friend, huh? Do you?" Nate grunted, The degrading making you moan loudly.

A sweaty hand slapped against the window, “Nate,” you gasp, clenching around him. “That feel good pr-pretty girl?” You could only blubber out somewhat coherent sentences.

M’so close. I gotta—fuck, I gotta cum!” With each harsh snap of his hips, the sticky, creamy sappy mixture pooled up around the base of his dick.

“Yeah?” He paused so he could take a short breather. “You’re gonna cum? Shit— m’close too, where you want it?”

“I-in me please, please Nate I need it” His hips faltered before you felt his warm seed fill you up in long spurts.

His thrusts continued until your earth shattering orgasm came, making you see specks of white each time you blinked.

Winding down after a few moments of zoning out and panting, Nate opened his glove compartment and got out some napkins to wipe you and the seats up.

“Shit we gotta hurry up, it’s been a while,” Nate spoke out, grabbing a stick of deodorant and applied it to himself and handed it to you to apply.

“Nate— do you think they’re suspicious of us?” You spoke up, your voice slightly worn out but still clear as day.

“Yeah probabl—“ his phone rang again, a text from Matt, “I swear this dude”. He pulled up his pants and boxers while you continued to get dressed.

He reached for the backseat to grab his found and unlocked it. His fingers already typing.

“Nate what the fuck are you gonna say to him,” You spoke up while glimpsing over his shoulder. “You gotta tell him eventually y’know. Since you won’t do it”

“I’ll do it.”

MASTERLIST

taglist: @angvl3tears// @chrepsi// @tezzzzzzzz//@lailasnight //@theylovedemi //@courta13

[themultifanshipper]

hi! so i can’t stop thinking about this utter filth and i feel like you’re the only f1 blog that would understand the vision here. it’s gonna be a long one so buckle up 🫣🤭

ok so reader and liam are teammates and they absolutely HATE each other. like legitimately there’s no secret friendly feelings just pure hate and lust. and max is readers bf, and when it’s announced liam gets the seat at RB, max decides to give reader to him as a reward but also as a punishment to reader for not getting the seat at RB. and the whole thing is very dubcon/cnc cos max doesn’t really consult with you he just tells you about it like there’s no choice to be made. liam shows up and max just tells you to behave and do whatever liam wants before leaving you alone with liam. and the whole time liam is super mean and does everything he can to humiliate you and he really plays up the fact that he’s in total control (*cough* facefucking *cough* who said that??). there’s no limits so whatever kinky shit you wanna add in there go crazy. he’s a real freak. anyway at some point he ends up fucking your ass and he finds out you’ve never done anal before so it gets his ego going knowing he’s the only guy who’s fucked you like that. 🥵 blah blah blah proper name place name… he ends up making you cry and putting you in subspace and when he leaves max comes back in and gives you all the aftercare and praise

anyway you don’t have to write anything with this i just felt like I needed to drag someone down to hell with me over this🫡

-🦴 anon

New anon alert!

Mate I'm gonna need 5 to 10 business days to recover from this...

Liam pinching your nose while he's fucking your throat so you can't breathe...

Liam grabbing your head and forcing you to keep your eyes open and watch while he splits your cunt open, in front the mirror in yours and Max's shared bedroom

Liam constantly bringing up the fact that you weren't good enough to get the the seat every time you're about to come, to pavlov you into getting pleasure from being degraded

He's so mean with it too, "You're not good enough, you shouldn't even deserve to come, but you're gonna do it anyway because you're such a whore" and you sob your way through another orgasm because he's right

And yeah at one point he's got you on your stomach, hips propped up while he pounds into you, making sure to slap your ass hard every time you dare sound like your getting any pleasure

Then he can't stop staring at your other hole twitching under him, and he spits on it, and uses it to push his thumb into you

It send a shock through you and you come on the spot, almost screaming with how overwhelming the pleasure is

"You like that, huh? I wonder if my cock fits in here. Does Max get to fuck your greedy little hole when you've been good?"

And the answer is no. You tell him you've never done that and he immediately hikes your hips up further.

"I'll be your first time, that's cute"

He gets a couple of fingers in you before he decides he won't do too much damage and slides his cock, still dripping from your countless orgasms, inside your tight ass

You feel so full and so empty at the same time, Liam is not small, but it feels wrong that your cunt is being neglected

He pulls you up against his chest wrapping one hand around your throat, the other going to slap your pussy

"Fucking pathetic. Couldn't get the seat, and now your own boyfriend doesn't think you're good enough to fuck so he's leaving me to do the dirty work"

You cry and sob and writhe in his grasp but it's no use, he holds you there and forces you to take it

When he feels you getting tighter he knows you're about to come, so he hooks two fingers inside you, aiming for your g-spot and uses his palm to rub against your clit

You've never squirted before either, but there you are, juices pooling and dripping down your thighs

He removes his hand but even with his cock still pounding into you you just. Won't. Stop. Squirting.

You are intirely out of it, so lost in pleasure that your eyes are rolled back and you don't even have the energy left to make any sounds

So he keeps on chasing his own release, pressing your back down into the pillows with a hand between your shoulder blades

He doesn't come in your ass though, he decides to pull out and come over your quivering holes, half of it landing on your ass, and then dripping down your thighs and across your puffy cunt.

He leaves you in that exact position for Max to find

Your boyfriend cleans you up diligently, waiting for you to come back to him.

"You were perfect, schat. So perfect."

Kisses and cuddles galore, until you're giggling tiredly in his arms

"You'd better work tirelessly this season to get that seat. I'd hate to have to do this again with whoever beats you for it next year"

[ayumigotabittoolonely]

Valentine's day

SYPNOSIS : valentine's day has come and so has your boyfriend's excitement (some of you are married)

1 2 3

I mean everyone btw even jogo

Choso kamo (boyfie)

Choso x Reader Valentine’s Day

A Simple Yet Deeply Meaningful Celebration – Choso isn’t flashy or over the top, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. In fact, because he cares so much, he spends weeks thinking about how to make this day special for you. He’s not great with modern traditions, but he wants to understand because you matter to him.

Handmade Gifts, Because He’s That Thoughtful – Choso isn’t the type to buy expensive gifts, but whatever he gives you is handmade and filled with love. Maybe he carefully ties a bracelet for you, gathering the best materials he can find. Maybe he presses a flower between the pages of a book and writes a note beside it. Whatever it is, it’s so personal that it makes your heart ache in the best way.

Quality Time Over Anything Else – Choso’s love language is just being with you. He doesn’t need grand gestures he just wants you. Maybe he takes you to a quiet, hidden spot where you can sit under the stars together. Maybe he lays his head in your lap, letting you play with his hair as he murmurs, “I don’t need anything else. Just this.”

Food Is a Love Language, Too – If you cook for him? You own his entire soul. He’s so touched he just sits there for a moment, staring at the plate before softly saying, “You made this for me?” And then he eats so happily that you feel like you just won the lottery. If he cooks for you, it’s a little messy, but the effort is so pure you could cry.

Soft, Unwavering Devotion – Choso isn’t loud about his love, but it’s unshakable. At some point in the night, he just pulls you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he whispers, “You are the most important person in my life.” And the way he says it? So gentle, so firm like it’s an undeniable truth, something that will never change.

A Love That Feels Safe – Being with Choso on Valentine’s Day isn’t about extravagance it’s about comfort. It’s about knowing that in his arms, in his presence, you are home. And when he falls asleep with his arms wrapped securely around you, you realize that with him, every day feels like Valentine’s.

Toji fushiguro (boyfie)

Toji Fushiguro x Reader A Reckless Yet Stupidly Sweet Valentine’s Day

Forgot the Day Until the Last Minute… But Plays It Off Like He Didn’t – Let’s be real, Toji is not the type to mark Valentine’s Day on his calendar. He totally forgot until he saw couples all over the city and was like, "Oh… shit." But do you think he’s gonna admit that? Never. Instead, he smirks and goes, “Of course I had something planned, baby. You think I’d forget my favorite person?” (He 100% pulled that out of his ass on the spot.)

The Most Unconventional “Date” Ever – Toji refuses to do anything normal. Fancy dinner? Boring. He’s taking you to do something dangerous and exciting maybe betting on illegal fights, sneaking into an abandoned building for the thrill, or riding around on his motorcycle with no destination in mind. “Best way to spend the day is doing something that makes your heart race, right?”

Surprisingly Thoughtful Gift (That He Pretends Is No Big Deal) – He acts like he’s not the romantic type, but then he casually hands you a gift that is so ridiculously perfect you don’t even know what to say. It could be a weapon ("For protection, duh."), a rare piece of jewelry (that he may or may not have stolen), or even something deeply personal like a lucky charm he’s had for years. But when you try to thank him, he just shrugs. “Don’t get all mushy on me, sweetheart.” (Meanwhile, he’s secretly thriving on your reaction.)

A Tease, But Only You Get to See the Soft Side – He spends half the day teasing you calling you lovebird just to make you flustered, slinging an arm around your shoulders like you belong to him (because you do). But when the night winds down, and it’s just the two of you, he pulls you into his lap, pressing a slow kiss to your shoulder. "You know you’re the only one that gets this side of me, right?"

The “I Love You” That’s Not in Words – Toji isn’t a big talker when it comes to emotions, but his love is obvious in the way he pulls you closer when he thinks you’re about to leave, in the way his hand lingers on your back protectively, in the way he lets you see the rare moments where he’s just a man, not a hitman, not a fighter just yours.

Ends the Night With a Smirk and a Challenge – He leans back, arms behind his head, grinning. “So… did I win Valentine’s, or what?” And before you can even answer, he’s already pulling you into him again, voice low as he murmurs against your lips, “Guess I’ll have to make sure you never forget this one.”

Higurumu (husband)

Hiromi Higuruma x Reader A Deeply Loving, Quietly Romantic 7th Valentine’s Together

A Love That’s Steady and Sure – After seven years of marriage, Higuruma doesn’t overcomplicate things. He’s not one for flashy grand gestures, but his love is the kind that’s consistent, unwavering, and felt in every little thing he does. He believes that love isn’t proven in one day it’s proven every day. And yet… he still makes sure Valentine’s is special in his own way.

A Slow, Peaceful Morning Together – Unlike the early days of your relationship, where Valentine’s might’ve been full of nervous energy, now? It’s comfortably intimate. He wakes up before you, makes coffee just the way you like it, and lets you sleep in. When you finally wake up, he greets you with a quiet “Happy Valentine’s,” pressing a slow kiss to your forehead, his hands warm against your back.

A Thoughtful, Meaningful Gift – Higuruma isn’t someone who buys random gifts just for the sake of it. He listens he always listens. So his gift is deeply personal maybe a book you’ve been wanting, a journal with little handwritten notes inside, or something sentimental from your early days together. If he writes you a letter? It’s so beautifully worded that it makes you tear up.

A Private, Romantic Dinner at Home – He prefers something quiet and intimate, just the two of you. Maybe he cooks for you (he’s actually pretty good at it), or maybe you cook together, sharing soft laughter as you move around the kitchen. He pours you a glass of wine, watches you with that small, deeply affectionate smile of his, and when you’re both done eating, he reaches across the table to hold your hand, thumb brushing gently over your ring.

A Moment of Reflection – At some point in the evening, he leans back, studying you quietly before saying in that deep, calm voice, “Seven years, huh? Feels like yesterday.” There’s something so soft in his eyes, something that makes your heart ache in the best way.

A Dance in the Living Room – Maybe there’s music playing softly in the background, or maybe it’s just the hum of the city outside, but Higuruma pulls you into his arms and sways with you, his hands firm but gentle. He doesn’t say much he doesn’t need to. The way he holds you says everything.

A Kiss That Feels Like a Promise – Before bed, he kisses you slow, deep, and filled with seven years of love and devotion. When he pulls away, his fingers linger against your cheek as he murmurs, “I’d do it all over again. Every single moment. Every single year.” And with that? He pulls you close, pressing one last kiss to your temple before whispering, “Happy Valentine’s, love.”

Yu haibara (boyfiee)

Haibara Yu x Reader The Sweetest, Purest Valentine’s Day

Excited Like a Golden Retriever – Haibara is so pumped for Valentine’s Day. He’s been planning for weeks asking Nanami for advice (which Nanami regrets because Haibara won’t stop talking about it), secretly watching romance movies for research, and practicing how he’s going to confess to you in the mirror like a dork.

The Handmade Valentine – He absolutely makes you a handwritten card. It’s a little messy, with way too many hearts doodled around the edges, but it’s so full of love that you almost tear up. “I wrote like… three drafts before this, but I still don’t think it’s good enough.” (It’s perfect, and you tell him so, making him blush like crazy.)

A Date That’s Simple but Filled With Love – He’s not about fancy stuff he just wants to spend the day with you. Maybe it’s a picnic in the park where he brings all your favorite snacks, or maybe it’s an arcade date where he insists on winning you a prize (and gets way too competitive about it). Either way, he’s grinning the entire time because he just loves being with you.

Gives You a Gift With the Most Genuine Smile – It’s nothing extravagant probably something small but incredibly thoughtful, like a charm that represents something special between you two or a silly little keychain that reminded him of you. He hands it to you a little nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s kinda dumb, but I saw it and thought of you.” (It’s not dumb, and you treasure it forever.)

SO Shy When You Give Him a Gift Back – The second you hand him something, he’s flustered beyond belief. His ears turn red, his eyes widen, and he just stares at it for a second before grinning like an absolute fool. “Wait… you got something for me, too?! No way!” He acts all casual, but he’s secretly so touched that he spends the rest of the day staring at it like it’s the most precious thing in the world.

The Most Giddy, Love-Struck Goodbye – When the day ends, he’s so reluctant to leave. He keeps lingering, rocking on his heels, grinning at you like he just won the lottery. And then, right before he leaves, he suddenly pulls you into a tight hug, holding onto you like he never wants to let go. “This was the best Valentine’s ever.” (You can feel how fast his heart is racing.)

Sleeps With the Dumbest, Happiest Smile on His Face – That night, Haibara literally kicks his feet in the air before passing out with the biggest smile. Nanami walks in, sees him like that, and just sighs. “You’re in love, aren’t you?” Haibara, grinning into his pillow: “DUH.”

Jogo (boyfriend 💀 don't ask me)

Jogo x Reader A Hot 🤤 Valentine’s Day

THINKS HE’S TOO GOOD FOR VALENTINE’S, BUT STILL PARTICIPATES – “Tch, human traditions are ridiculous.” (Proceeds to overthink what to get you for three days straight.)

THE GIFT? LITERALLY ON FIRE – Jogo doesn’t do basic gifts. Expect something dramatic like a molten lava rock that glows because it’s infused with his cursed energy. “It’s as hot as my passion for you.” If you laugh, he gets SO offended. “WHAT?! IT’S ROMANTIC.”

DATE NIGHT? A FIRE-THEMED EXPERIENCE – He takes you somewhere with heat maybe a cozy bonfire night, a very spicy food challenge, or even a volcano-side getaway. (“If you can’t handle the heat, you don’t deserve me.”)

GETS JEALOUS OVER EVERYTHING – If anyone so much as looks at you, he literally sparks up in flames. “Do you want me to incinerate them? Just say the word.” (Bro, chill.)

A FIERY, PASSIONATE CONFESSION – At some point, he gets serious and rumbles, “You’re the only human I tolerate. No, more than that… I burn for you.” (Does this sound poetic? Maybe. But also kinda terrifying.)

THE KISS? INTENSE – If you kiss him, prepare for literal heat. His lips are hot to the touch, and he definitely smirks afterward like he just won something. “See? You can’t resist me.”

(I m sorry babes 💀 it's just i promised y'all that I'll make everyone)

[atinyjules]

Set Me Off ft. Nakamoto Yuta

A/n: Valentines Day special again 🥹😭♥️ Beware though, it's a little steamy and suggestive, but it's nothing too crazy.

Here it iss

Genre: Romance, suggestive

Pairings: Nakamoto Yuta x fem oc

Warnings: Suggestive, steamy

The room was suffocating, thick with heat, tension crackling like a live wire between you and Yuta. Neither of you was willing to back down, both too stubborn, too fiery, too damn prideful to let this argument g

"You never listen to me," Yuta snapped, running a hand through his hair in frustration. His voice was rough, sharp enough to cut.

"You’re seriously saying that to me?" you shot back, arms crossed tightly. "Because all I ever do is listen to your bullshit while you act like you know everything!"

His jaw ticked, his dark eyes burning into yours. "Maybe if you weren’t so goddamn difficult all the time, we wouldn’t be standing here right now."

You let out a short, bitter laugh. "Difficult? You act like you’re not just as bad!" You stepped closer, poking a finger against his chest. "You’re so used to people agreeing with you that the second someone doesn’t, you lose your mind."

Yuta scoffed, gripping your wrist before you could poke him again. "You don’t just disagree—you push and push until I can’t even think straight!"

"Good."

His grip tightened just slightly, his breath coming faster. His fingers were warm against your skin, firm, possessive. "You love this, don’t you?" His voice dropped, turning dangerously soft. "You love fighting with me."

"You’re the one who starts it every time," you countered, refusing to let your voice waver.

He huffed out a dark chuckle, shaking his head. "Because you never let shit go."

"Neither do you!" you shot back, stepping in until there was barely an inch between you.

His eyes flickered down to your lips. "Because you make me insane."

"Right back at you," you murmured.

A heavy silence fell. His breathing was ragged, yours wasn’t any better. The anger between you shifted, morphing into something just as volatile but far more dangerous.

Yuta’s fingers brushed along your jaw, tilting your chin up ever so slightly. "I should walk away." he murmured, voice low, rough.

"Then do it." You challenged.

He didn’t.

Instead, he cupped your cheeks as you grabbed the front of his shirt, yanking him down, crashing your lips to his.

The moment his mouth met yours, everything snapped. The frustration, the tension, the heat—it all spilt over, consuming you both. His hands found your waist, fingers digging in just enough to make you gasp. He took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, tongue sweeping against yours, claiming you in a way that made your knees weak.

Yuta wasted no time. He pushed you back against the nearest surface, one hand braced against the wall beside your head while the other slid down to your thigh, gripping hard enough to leave bruises. You moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound like he couldn’t get enough.

"You’re such a pain in the ass," he muttered against your lips, biting down on your lower lip just enough to make you shiver.

"You love it," you shot back, tilting your head to give him better access as his lips traveled down to your jaw, then lower, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your throat.

Yuta smirked against your skin. "I really, really do."

His hands roamed lower, squeezing your thighs before lifting you effortlessly, pinning you between his body and the wall. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders instinctively, legs tightening around his waist. You could feel how hard he was against you, and the realization made you dizzy.

"You’re shaking," he murmured, lips brushing against your ear. "What happened to all that attitude, hmm?"

"Shut up," you whispered, rolling your hips against him just to wipe that smug grin off his face.

It worked.

Yuta let out a low curse, head dropping to rest against your shoulder as his grip on you tightened. "You’re gonna regret that," he growled before pulling back, eyes dark with pure, unfiltered hunger.

Your heart pounded. "Then do something about it."

A wicked smirk curled on his lips. "Oh, I will."

And he did.

That's it for this one!

I hope yall liked it 🥹🤍

Likes and rebloggs are appreciated ♥️✨️

[dickgraysonisnothereforthis]

chat what are we thinking about readers first smoke with Jay and she gets too high and he has to take care of her 😜 (thank yew queen)

Press F in the chat to pay respects for reader

(hello my name is teeth and I’m something of a stoner. But only a little.)

swearing, gn reader (no pronouns used) no use of y/n

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“I think this is a bad idea.”

“What?” You look up from the table where Jason’s rolling you a joint. “Why?”

“You’ve never smoked before.” As if he’s convincing himself more than you, Jason takes his hands off the rolling paper and folds them across his chest, looking at you seriously.

“Jason, are you serious? You smoke all the time, it’s fine!”

“I kill people all the time,” he shoots back, and you roll your eyes.

“You have to stop bringing that up, it’s not the trump card you think it is.” You gesture at the table. “Come on, keep going.” Jason raises an eyebrow, smirking. “Yeah, I’m giving you an order. Roll me a fat one.”

He bursts out laughing, covering his mouth so he doesn’t scatter the weed on the table. “Baby, I am rolling you the skinniest, most weenie-ass joint you’ve ever seen in your life.”

You start to argue, but then reconsider. Seeing your face, he adds: “this joint’ll touch your lips and you’ll keel over, high as a kite.”

“Shut up, I’m not that much of a lightweight.”

“Whatever you say, princess.” He finishes rolling with a flourish, handing it to you. “Alright, baby, this is where rubber meets road.”

You eye it, almost fearfully. “It’ll be fine?” You’ve heard enough stories of people having panic attacks to be nervous.

His face softens. “Yeah, doll, it’ll be fine. I’ll be here to make sure.”

“Okay.” You take it from him and stand up, moving toward your window. “Can we do it on the fire escape?”

Jason cocks a glance at your window. “Yeah, wait a second.” He moves your plant and candle off the windowsill and drags a chair to help you climb out.

“I’m not made of glass, Jay,” you say reproachfully.

“I know, I know.” He takes the joint from you and climbs outside, turning back to offer you a hand. “Just wanna make sure you don’t trip on your way back in.”

You take his hand and follow him outside. It’s late at night, almost two in the morning, and the ground seems very far away from your apartment on the tenth floor. There are people milling about, but you feel separate from them, floating in space high above. The night air has you suspended.

Making yourself comfortable in the close space, you lean against the brick of your building’s wall and hug your knees to your chest. Jason sits beside you, and you pluck the joint from his fingers, sticking it in your mouth. You look around, realizing you forgot a lighter.

Jason chuckles at you, reaching into his pocket for his carton of cigarettes and pulling out his lighter. “Here, sweetheart.” You try to take it out of his hand, but he holds it out of your reach. “Uh, fair warning. It’s going to hurt.”

“Well, yeah, I’ve heard that you, like, cough your brains out.”

“Yeah, okay. It feels like shit. Just so you know.”

You roll your eyes. “Yeah, I know, relax.”

He smiles softly at you, holding up the lighter and clicking the flame alight. You hold up the joint to it, but he stops you. “Here, put it in your mouth and breathe in, that’s what gets it going.”

You nod, doing as he says. Jason holds the lighter to the joint, eyeing you carefully. You hold his gaze and take a deep, deliberate inhale.

Dust fills your lungs, and you rip the joint from your mouth as you cough loud enough to wake the dead.

“Easy, sweetheart.” Jason rubs your back as you hack up a lung, waiting for the feeling to go away.

“I’m okay,” you wheeze, and he smiles at you, disbelieving look on his face. “I’m okay. Gimme, I want another pull.”

He hands the joint back to you cautiously, and you raise it shakily to your lips. You take another hit and start coughing all over again, but it’s not as bad this time around. Eyes watering, you pull for a third time and exhale, blowing out the smoke so that it drifts over your heads.

You take a break, drawing in breaths of clean air. “Will you have some?”

“Naw, sweetheart,” he shakes his head. “Don’t want both of us to be stupid, what if something happens?”

You let out a wet cough. “Classic Jay,” you smile at him.

He grins back. “Here, I’ll have one of my own, keep you company.” Jason pulls out one of his cigarettes and lights it, taking an easy drag. You do another hit, then two. Jason watches you carefully. After your third, he puts a hand on your wrist.

“Okay, doll. Cuttin’ you off. That’ll be enough to get a you high.”

“Yeah, okay.” You let him gently put the joint out on the metal of the fire escape and lay your head against his shoulder.

The minutes tick on as you wait to feel your buzz. You watch Jason’s cigarette smoke curl up to the sky. After a while you realize you’ve been staring, slack jawed, for what feels like forever. The night has taken on a weird film, bubbling happily at the edges.

“Whoa.”

“Yeah?” You tip your head back to see Jason glancing down at you. “You feelin’ it?”

You stare at him blankly, a slow smile growing on your face.

“Oh, yeah.” He snickers, hugs you tighter to his side. “You’re zonked.”

“Mmh.” You look around again, taking in the night around you. Every small movement of your head or eyes takes you forever, like you’re shoving boulders out of the way as you get a better glance. You feel like all your energy has been pulled to the crown of your head, making it wobble on your shoulders.

“You feel good?” Jason’s words float down to you.

You nod, realizing your lips are still stretched in a wide smile.

“Good.”

You lean on him for what feels like hours. When Jason checks in with you again, you frown at him. The flimsy feeling hasn’t gone away, and you worry you’re stuck in it.

“Feels so much. Will it go away?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, it will. C’mon, let’s go inside.” He directs you through the window, and you climb inside, flopping onto the floor.

“You want a snack?” Jason asks.

Your eyes open wide. “Yes,” you answer fervently.

“Thought you might.” Jason looks at you fondly. “What do you want?”

You think for a moment. “Chip.”

He laughs at you. “Yeah, okay, chip comin’ right up.” Jason walks away, and you stare at the ceiling. A bag of chips appears in front of your face.

“Chip.” You rip it open and pop one in your mouth, but chewing is harder than you thought. “Ugh. My mouth is so dry.”

“Yeah, that happens.” Jason falls onto the couch, and hauls you up next to him. “Let’s watch something.” Jason clicks on the TV. “Anything you want to see?”

You scrunch up your nose. “Finding Nemo.”

Jason laughs. “Alright. Finding Nemo.”

He puts it on and you burrow into his side. Focusing on the movie makes you feel better, and soon, you’re nodding off.

“Hmm, that was fun,” you sigh right before you pass out. “Thanks, Jay.”

He gives you a kiss on the head. “Anytime, sweetheart.”

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Nothing sexier than saying “will you roll me a joint?” to a hot man, and then having him roll you a joint

Also I don’t think Jason would smoke with you unfortunately, I think he’d be too nervous that something would happen, like someone would connect the dots between you and red hood and then try and hurt you while he was schlonked out

Didn’t focus too much on reader being too high bc the one time I greened out was Not Pleasant. But if y’all really want me to maybe I’ll write about it…….

[takuma-talkz]

Grunge and Emo just Fuck so well!

Takuma Ino x Fem!reader x Choso Kamo

warnings: P->V, blowjobs (m! receiving), praise/degradation, bisexual! Ino, bisexual! Choso, Switch! Ino, Dom! Choso, spanking, SKIN COLOR NEUTRAL, Writen with a chubby reader in mind but anyone can read

College!AU (Kinda)

based off a Drabble I wrote a while back ago

For my alpha sigmas @takumasimp and @bitchkay

Requested by the beautiful @shineyhoneytears and the darling @issa-thot-process and @littlemissfix-itfic

”Oh, fuck—!” You moan as Choso strikes your ass. Takuma laughs in your face as he squeezes the reddening flesh.

“So fucking hot, babe.” Takuma whispered in your ear as Choso spanked you again, making you whimper.

Your ass is all red, bruised and sooo theirs for the taking. Takuma runs a hand over one of your cheeks, while Choso moves to sit in front of you. He takes your chin in his grip and squishes your cheeks together.

“So hot, but so fucking naughty.” There’s a rough edge in his voice. He’s so mean to you, all you did was talk to another guy at the party.

Then again, you were planning to hook-up with the guy.

But your two best friends, Takuma and Choso didn’t quite like that. It spiraled into whole argument between the three of you, until you said something that you now regret.

‘You guys are just jealous because he could probably fuck me better than you guys can.’

And now you’re feeling the amount of frustration that YOU caused.

“Yeah, fuck. Sucking me so good, baby.” Takuma sets a hand on your head as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock.

You moan as Choso continues his assault on your lower end, he stopped spanking you and switched to eating out from the back.

Big, pale hands spreading your cheeks and thighs as he runs his pierced tongue up and down your panties. You whimper as Choso’s hand reaches up and tweak your nipple. You sputter on Takuma’s dick, pulling off of him.

But Takuma tightened his grip on your hair and thrusted back into your mouth.

“Oh no you don’t. You’re gonna take what we give you and you’re gonna take it like a good girl.” Takuma works your head like a fleshlight, you gag and sputter all over Takuma’s balls that slap against your chin.

Choso places a hand on your throat, feeling Takuma’s cock make your throat bulge. Choso gave Takuma a look and he nodded.

Removing his dick from your throat, you cough and dig your fingers so desperately into Choso’s sheets.

“You—fucker! You could have killed me!” You weakly slap his thigh, which now that you look at it, his thighs are thick as fuck!

But that thought doesn’t stop the utter burning sensation of Choso’s thick cock sliding into you.

“Cho—!” You reach back to still his hips. He tsked and held your arms at your sides. He gave your wrists a good squeeze before thrusting at a steady pace.

“Ah~Mhm—gah!” Your moaning was interrupted by the feeling of Takuma’s resting on your face. The ‘plap, plap’ of Choso’s hips against yours had you slipping.

Into that sweet, sweet subspace.

Takuma holds your hair in a tight grip as you plant open-mouthed kisses on his cock.

You take his cock back into your mouth and use your previous traces of saliva to easily deepthroat him.

Your body clenched around Choso when you heard both of them groaned in pleasure.

All because of you<3

Choso released your arms and pressed a hand on your back, arching it into his thrust and gripped the back of Takuma’s neck.

He pulls the other man into a searing, intense kiss. You can sloppy, wet sounds they’re making above you. Takuma’s moans coupled with Choso’s groans make you so quick to come.

Choso grunts, “Shit—!”

He pulls out of you. You’re pulled off of Takuma’s dick by Choso.

“You’re still on our shit list. Now, you can watch as we get each other off.” Choso set you down on the bed again and pulled Takuma for a kiss.

Now you have to watch as your boys enjoy each other while you sit with an impending orgasm.

You definitely learned your lesson.

A/N: Nom chew chew nom

can one of you fanfic angels pleaseeeee write some takuma ino x choso x reader smut I'm begging you!!!!

[hearts4pearlescentmoon]

Bro is trying so hard to be Stanford Pines

[lamefish]

when fratboy!satoru takes your virginity you kind of expect him to be an ass about it. he's cocky as it is, and has a habit of gassing himself up too much when it comes to his... skills in the bedroom. if you're not listening to him talk about how he's the strongest, you're listening to him talk about how he's the biggest.

being the only virgin of your friend group was starting to grate on you and... a small part of you might've wanted to find out if there's any bite to satoru's bark. it's not like the two of you were dating or anything, but you felt comfortable enough to walk up to him one day during lunch and ask, in front of his best friend:

"will you take my virginity?"

maybe you expected him to blush. or freeze up. or at least trip over his words. but instead, the stupid white-haired prick looked up at you with the most relaxed expression possible and shrugged.

"okay."

and that's how you ended up here, sitting criss-cross applesauce on his messy dorm-room bed with his tongue halfway down your throat. a few empty cans of beer and abandoned cheat sheets lay strewn over his floor, and you hate yourself for letting this be the backdrop of your entry into the sex-having life.

but you can’t hate yourself for long because as he runs a hand up your thigh and under your skirt, you start to feel more excited than you thought you’d feel. he pushes you back, slots his knee between your thighs and bites at your bottom lip before trailing down to your throat.

still, it’s satoru, so when he pushes your panties to the side and feels just how wet you are for him, he laughs. “you get this wet when you touch yourself or is all of this just for me?”

“shut up,” you groan as he nips at the skin of your throat and gently runs his finger through your folds and up to your clit. you’re surprised he knows where your clit is, even.

and he’s not wrong—you’ve never been wet like this before. you can feel just how damp the fabric of your panties are you as satoru pulls them down your thighs and hikes your skirt up to get a clearer look at your soaked cunt.

“pretty,” he licks his lips. “wannna taste her, that okay baby?”

his eyes search yours for consent and you’re stunned for a moment as he waits for ‘enthusiastic consent’. you didn’t expect this sort of check-in from a frat boy. your nod seems enthusiastic enough to him, but just for clarity—“use your words.”

“yes. please, gojo.”

“satoru,” he corrects you. “want to hear that name when you cum on my tongue. cant believe no ones tasted her before.”

the use of referring to your pussy as ‘her’ is odd but quickly overlooked when he delves into your pussy like he’s dehydrated. tongue flat against your heat just to flex and circle around your clit. he sucks and bites a little and pulls you to your first orgasm in nasty speeds.

you cum on his tongue whilst his eyes bore into yours from between your thighs. white hair pulled out of his face by your hand as you tug the strands in hopes that he’ll stop licking at your overstimulated clit. it takes until you’re shaking for him to finally pull back and free his angry cock from his pants.

you think you gasp when you see it. he said he was big but you didn’t think he was a truthful man in the slightest. his cock is so heavy it doesn’t even stand at full mast—it fights gravity. satoru sees the look on your face and instead of sporting a shit-eating grin like you expect, he climbs over you and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

“let’s stop here?” he asks. “we could watch a movie. oooh what about die hard?”

you giggle, your nerves melting a little at his words. “i’m okay, i want this. i am not graduating as a virgin.”

satoru snorts and, after rolling a condom on, gently pries your legs apart enough for him to slot his wait in between them. he guides your ankles to link behind his back and slowly runs the tip of his cock through your slick folds. “tell me if you need me to stop,” he says. “just relax. i’ve got you, baby.”

you actually manage to relax a little, focus on the feeling of being stretched as satoru slowly pushes into you until his tip is completely hidden in your cunt. it’s uncomfortable, but not unbearable. “keep going.”

one of his long fingers dips down to rub soft circles over your clit to relax you a little more as he pushes deeper. you’ve never felt so full, so sore yet desperate for more… you wonder if it’s always going to feel like this, or if it’s just because satoru is the one breaking you open to find pleasure in your insides.

he lets out a pretty moan as he bottoms out inside of you, the weight of his heavy balls resting against your ass as he stills and catches your lips in a wet kiss. his tongue slips into your mouth, runs over your teeth and pushes against your tongue as he slowly draws out of you and then, with a grunt that you taste, snaps his hips forwards into you.

that hurts, but there’s an odd stitch of pleasure in the way he’s broken you open. “sorry,” he speaks against your lips. “it’s better that i just got it out of the way, it can start feeling real good soon. gonna make you cum on my cock, baby. you want that?”

you nod, eyes staring into his as your foreheads meet. satoru nods back, licking his lips and smiling. “yeah? you wanna be stuffed full, huh? always knew you were filthy. but i’m the only one that gets to see it.”

his arrogance pulls at your lips. “until i fuck the next guy.”

snap. his cock splits you open at that, and though you wince and screw your face us, you’re letting out moans made for porn too. his finger on your clit starts working a little faster as he draws back again just to drive into you even harder.

“no,” he dips his head down to bite at your neck. “not until you fuck the next guy. i mean you can try, baby, but it’s not happening.”

“ngh, what do you mean?”

another thrust into you sends you further up the bed. you’re sure you look a mess but satoru looks down at you with such wide blown eyes that you could be convinced you’re from the heavens. “not giving you up that easy,” he groans. “you know, i fucked someone last week just because they had your name. got to moan it without being slapped. again.”

your hand flies up to his chest, almost in an attempt to slow his now mean pace. “wait you—ngh god—you like me?”

“i’m far fucking past like,” he moans, hips starting to stutter. any discomfort has faded into glorious pleasure. your stomach starts to tighten again and you know you’re close enough that he’s going to try and time your orgasms. “you’re so perfect. so much better than i imagined.”

your eyes roll back a little at the thought of satoru fucking his fist late at night to the thought of you. how nonchalant he was when you asked him to take your virginity, you wonder if he went home last night and stroked himself to the sheer anticipation of being inside of you.

“satoru i’m gonna—”

he cuts you off with a deep kiss. it’s sex and want and lust, but it’s also soft in a way you can’t describe—maybe even a little anxious after his confession. it might just be his pending orgasm, but you swear his lips tremble between yours.

his cock throbs as he drills it into you, hits your most sensitive spot with every single thrust. it’s like he already has you mapped out, because you’re both cumming in tandem with each other before long.

a part of you aches to feel his cum spill into you instead of the condom he wears, to be claimed and filled by his seed over and over. would he fuck it back into you? clean you off with his talented tongue? would he plug you with his cock until he’s ready to overfill you with a second load?

he moans into your mouth and pulls back a little to revel in your fucked out expression. your legs still wrap around his waist, boxing him in and keeping him close. you worry that in typical frat boy fashion he’ll make an excuse and run off to recount the fuck with his friends. but satoru pecks at your lips, then your chin, then down your neck again.

“what are you doing?” you ask, vision slightly blurred from the intensity of your orgasm.

“gonna make you cum again,” he smiles against your skin. “didn’t you hear?”

“hear what?”

he pulls back to look at you, a soft smile pulling at his pretty lips. “that if you cum at least five times when you lose your virginity, you’ll fall in loooove.”

[kurooh]

FILL ME UP ! — BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

⊹₊˚. he thinks you look so pretty with his cum dripping from your pussy.

⟡ feat. aged up! midoriya izuku, bakugō katsuki, kirishima eijirou, dabi, takami keigo.

⟡ warnings: 18+ content (mdni), f! reader, breeding, mentions of pregnancy, unprotected sex, oral [f receiving], cum eating.

⟡ xoxo, juno: i’m sorry this is so short ): the past 72 hours have been horrible hahah

— MIDORIYA IZUKU.

unsurprisingly, he wants to get you pregnant someday; he cums the hardest whenever he thinks about filling you up with his cum and picturing your swollen belly.

“ah, baby, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum— fuck! where do you want it?” izuku stutters, hips jerking wildly as pleasure zaps through him like lightning.

“inside, ‘zuku..”

“a-are you sure?” his voice rises in surprise and he doesn’t know where to put his hands when you thrust your ass into his pelvis. your eyes are hooded when you turn, tossing him a look over your shoulder that has him spilling inside of you with a desperate whine.

izuku cums so much that it starts to run down the length of his cock, so he collects the excess on his fingers before rubbing his sticky fingers against your clit.

you moan lowly, “fuck it deep, izu.”

with a shaky nod and a tight grip on your hips, he complies, thrusting into you hard. despite having cum already, he feels his cock throb, eager to fill you up again.

“can i cum again, please? need to fill you up!”

— BAKUGŌ KATSUKI.

he fills you up because he has a possession kink.. in his mind, cumming inside you makes you his. he’ll take photos/videos of you dripping with his cum and jerk off to it later.

“s-shit, your pussy’s so fuckin’ tight,” katsuki grits out, pressing into the backs of your thighs to make the mating press a little closer. your ankles rest on his shoulders, feet dangling, gold anklet with a ‘k’ he gave you catching the afternoon light through the window.

you grin up to him, before pleasure washes over your whole body and your face falls as you moan. “go ahead and fill it up, kat.. i need it so badly.”

“shit, you’re not on the pill.” crimson eyes are full of worry and thoughtfulness.

“i don’t fucking care,” you groan, your eyes rolling back when the tip of his cock presses deep inside you, in just the right place.

katsuki doesn’t doubt you, or object — after all, he wants to fill you up. but why are his balls clenching at your words, his cock spilling cum deep inside you so quickly?

you feel his cock tighten inside you before heat is gushing all over you, sending you right into your own orgasm. he pulls back to stare, watching wide eyed as his cum drips out of your fluttering hole.

“fuck, you’re so good. i’ll never be able to pull out again, god.”

— KIRISHIMA EIJIROU.

he loves to make you as messy as possible, and then he’ll lick it all up.

“mmmh, ‘m still sensitive eiji..” your words come out as a soft mewl as your boyfriend spreads your legs open eagerly.

“wanna taste,” eijirou mumbles, eyes hooded as he notices your hole clench on nothing as he licks smeared cum off your thigh. “i also wanna make you cum again, yeah?”

“y-yeah,” you stutter when he drags his tongue along the sides of your pussy, collecting your squirt and his own cum on his tongue. eijirou swallows, kissing your clit with a quiet moan before he’s licking a stripe between your folds.

when he hears you whimper at the light touch, he fights off a smile and dips his tongue inside you easily. he tastes the bitterness of his own cum and the sweetness of your slick, and lets out a groan as his cock throbs against the bed beneath him.

“god.. ‘s good.” he doesn’t hesitate to pull back, pressing his tongue flat against your clit. then he slides his fingers into you, looking up at you eagerly. eijirou’s eyes meet yours, and he grins at just how shy you look.

“don’t worry baby, i’m gonna make you squirt again, yeah? focus on me.”

— DABI [TODOROKI TŌYA].

whenever tōya’s feeling jealous, he fills you up and makes you cry.. sometimes he likes to fuck you on top of a building or in an alleyway during pro-hero hawks’ patrols.

“you gotta scream for me, doll,” tōya hisses before biting into your shoulder while his grip on your neck gets tighter.

face burning with horniness and head spinning, you let out a long whine, and it echoes in the secluded alleyway. “fill me up and make me yours, tōya!”

he ignores the rustle of feathers from above, and only fucks into you harder. a thin sheen of sweat gleams on the darkened skin of his chest, the staples shining even more in the light.

tōya thinks you look beautiful like this, back against the wall and oh so pliant — letting him bounce you on his cock, or fuck your hole until all you can slur out is his name.

“louder. let the whole city know who’s fuckin’ you, doll.”

— TAKAMI KEIGO.

though he’s human, his bird-like quirk influences so much about him, such as his food choices, interests, and the way he likes to fuck.

vermillion wings rustle beneath you as you ride keigo’s cock into oblivion. his head is thrown back, golden tufts spread out on the car seat around it; above, your holding down both of his wrists tightly.

“lemme touch you, dove, come onnn.”

“no,” you gasp after a particularly deep stroke, “you’re just g-gonna bounce me up ‘nd down, and i want to ride you.”

your eyes close tightly as you languidly drag yourself up and down, pussy squeezing him so tight he feels like he’s about to burst. slowly, he feels himself thicken, approaching his high.

it’s as if a switch is flipped.

without even holding your hips and waist, keigo slams his hips upwards into you, stretching out your pussy almost mercilessly.

“keigo! that’s not— fuck!” your voice breaks off into a gasp, tits bouncing as he fucks you hard.

“g-gotta fill you up, dove.” his golden eyes are dark, swirling with some kind of breeding instinct. his wings are fluttering now, beating the air so strongly that goosebumps rise on your skin.

keigo’s entire body lurches beneath you as he chokes out a groan, “nghhh— i’m cumming, shit..”

his cock spills inside of you, effectively filling you up. however, he makes no move to pull out. when you start to sit up, he stops you.

“mm mm. let’s let it sit for a while, ‘nd i’ll stay inside, alright?”

[shawtuzi]

thinkin’ about dry humping w your sweet husband nanami after he had a long day at work :((

cw include: a lot of kissing, dry humping, fondling , nanami is so in love w reader <//3 , abrupt ending im sawry

nanami always liked kissing you.

he liked the way your lips were soft to the touch, feeling like velvet against his own. he liked the way you sucked on his bottom lip whenever you wanted him to slip his tongue in your mouth. he liked the way your kisses always tasted sweet, like strawberry chapstick or your favorite sour candies. what he really liked though was swallowing up your whiny moans while you two pleased each other.

“mm ken,” you sighed against his lips, hips bucking forward when he settled you right against the bulge in his slacks. nanami hummed into the kiss, his hands lazily settling on your ass. you were wearing a baby pink nightgown with nothing underneath—just the way he liked.

his hands felt searing hot against the skin of your behind as he rubbed it tenderly, goosebumps rising in their wake. “so soft,” he muttered, tracing a heart on your left ass cheek.

he groaned when you slithered your tongue in his mouth, the faint taste of mango making his mouth water. “did you get into my mango icees?” he chuckled, giving your ass a sharp smack. you giggled, grinding your lower half into his out of instinct. “maybe . . . i couldn’t help it ken, i needed something sweet,” a laugh bubbled in kento’s chest, his heart clenching at how fucking cute you were.

“m’happy you were able to satiate your sweet craving,” he grinned, his thumb pushing down on your chin to open your mouth. your lips parted, tongue sticking out the tiniest bit. nanami sucked your tongue into his mouth, his hand cupping the back of your neck to keep you close. you couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling back, your pussy feeling stickier by the second.

kento pushed his hips up, his grip on you tightening when he felt the warmth of your pussy against his poor, straining cock. your hand fumbled with his belt frantically, “d-do you wan’ me to—”

“nah nah it’s okay, wanna stay like this with you,” his lips captured yours in a kiss once more, his free hand now gripping onto your hips to start a steady pace. every time you’d try to pull back for air he’d pull you back, too greedy to let even a second of this moment go to waste.

a particular movement had you gasping wetly, back arching into his touch. “ngh that feels s’good,” you were boarder line slurring your words and he hasn’t even properly touched you down there yet. “mm it does doesn’t it,” he purred, sloppily kissing his way down your jaw to your neck. you tilted your head, giving your husband more room to kiss, lick, and suck to his hearts content.

“off . . . wan’ this off,” you whined, tugging at his dress shirt. nanami muttered something about you unbuttoning it for him so you made quick work to undo every button, your hands running over his naked chest the second you were finished. he shuddered when he felt your nails brush on his nipples—he was always so sensitive there. his tongue sloppily traced hearts into your neck, the sweet smell of your vanilla scented perfume making him dizzy.

“love you—love you s’much. most perfect thing in this world, fuck. my fuckin’ wife,” nanami growled into your ear, both of his hands now finding purchase on the fat of your ass. the front of his armani dress pants were now a sticky mess due to your sopping cunt, but he didn’t give a fuck in the slightest—shit if it was socially acceptable to walk around with your wives cum stains on you trust he’d already be doing it.

“keep talking,” you whimpered, wrapping an arm around his neck to pull him impossibly close. kento’s lips lifted into a lazy smirk, “heh, you’re so fuckin’ cute. y-y’know i was doing a lil shoppin’ for you at the—fuck, a-at the office.” although you were mildly fucked out your ears perked up at that.

“saw these real pretty pearls, thought they’d look—ngh, darling on you . . . thought about them bouncin’ around while i’d be fuckin’ you silly.” you moaned at the last part, your fingers tugging at the hairs at the nape of his neck. nanami groaned, licking his lips before sinking his teeth into your neck, his warm tongue sticking out to soothe the mark afterwards.

nanami bunched up your nightgown to your hips, his eyes locking onto the sight of your cunt soiling his pants. your cream was smeared all along the crotch, adding to the wet, sticky noise that echoed throughout the living room. the second he got home he didn’t even have time to put his keys on the hook before you were dragging him to the couch, finding your rightful place on his lap.

“could just eat you up,” he muttered, his middle and ring finger slipping between your folds to collect your wetness. his eyes slowly drifted to yours, fingers coming up to his kiss swollen lips to suck the essence off his fingers. your eyes widened the tiniest bit when he stuck his tongue out, his hazel eyes darkening. nanami groaned rather loudly when you sucked his tongue into your mouth, his hips now bucking wildly into yours.

“s-shit shit shit!” nanami let out a guttural groan, his hips pushing up to grind more into your pussy. the rough material of his pants rubbed deliciously against your swollen clit, your orgasm following soon after his.

your body went limp against his, your face nuzzling into his neck. “take some deep breaths hon, i gotcha,” you heard nanami whisper into your hair, his arms securely wrapping around your waist. he was still hard of course, his cock not fully satisfied until he’s filled your cunt with all the cum he had to offer.

you whined when nanami laid you down, his body now finding place between your thighs. “you really do have the prettiest cunt, wife,” he said it so possessively, so hungrily that it had your pussy clenching around nothing. you were his wife. his wife to love, praise, spoil, fuck. all his.

[luvyeni]

🪽… ( reaction ) have you ever tried this one ? ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 스트레이키즈 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ straykids favorite positions to fuck you in  ヾ

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「 ୨୧ authors note 」 tried something new today and added links no i cant make longer drabbles for any of these …

﹙ 𐙚 : bangchan ﹚ .ᐟ

wants you to feel all of him; he wants to be as deep as he can possibly be, that’s why nine times out of ten chan will have you folded in a mating press, stretching you out with his big cock. “fuck!” you screamed as the man above you fucked into you , holding your legs up to your chest. “deeper please.” no matter how deep he is , you want more — you want him to breed you. “fuck baby im already in your guts, how deep do you want me.” he grunted, feeling his cock twitch inside you. “want me to breed this pretty pussy.” you scream out, answering his question. “fuck yes!” moaning out feeling your cunt tightening around him. “sh-shit , that’s what you want? for me to fill this pretty pussy?” you moaned. “fu-fuck yes chan.” you moaned out. “fuck im gonna cum.” he hissed.

“gonna cum inside this pretty pussy.”

﹙ 𐙚 : lee know ﹚ .ᐟ

we all know lee know is an ass man, he’s revealed this on numerous occasions. when he fucks you, he wants you ass up so he can watch your ass recoil against him. “that’s it.” cursing , holding your hip with one hand , rutting into you. “shit keep moving that ass.” he was hypnotized by the way your ass moved. “fuck minho!” you screamed into the pillow. “fuck don’t stop.” he didn’t either , the grip on your waist tightening as he moved his hips faster. “fuck I’m gonna cum.” he breathed out. “gonna fucking cum.” he groaned , pulled out stroking his cock. “fuck im cumming!” he howled as he came all over your ass. “shit baby.” he slapped your ass, you helped out

“god i fucking love your ass so much.” 

﹙ 𐙚 : changbin ﹚ .ᐟ

changbin loves to show off his strength; he doesn’t spend his days in the gym just for fun. showing you how manly he his, lifting you up and fucking you in the air. your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, his hand firmly grasping your ass holding you up as he pounded into you. “oh my god changbin!” your legs dangling on the side. “fuck me!” he held you up like you were nothing. “so-so strong.” he smirked. “yo-you like that?” he stuttered out, his voice deep. “shit , you like how i can lift you up and fuck you on my fat cock. nodding dumbly, babbling nonsense. “y-yes.” he cursed , bouncing you on his cock. “pl-please be careful.” you stuttered. “do-don’t worry baby im not gonna drop you.”

“gaining these muscle just so i can fuck you like this.” 

﹙ 𐙚 : hyunjin ﹚ .ᐟ

hyunjin fucking loves morning sex , rolling over on his side , spooning you pulling your clothes down, his cock hard as a rock as slid inside you, sighing in relief. “so-so warm baby.” his sexy morning voice in your ear as his hand came up u onto your boobs , feeling up your body , squeezing your boobs. “fe-feel so nice baby.” he rutted into you. “so fucking nice , i love you so much.” his hands in between your legs, rub your clit — the sun was bleeding into the room. “hy-hyune im gonna cum.” you moaned out , he opened your legs , rutting into you harder. “cum for me princess.” letting you cum, him following right after. “sh-shit baby.” he let your legs go , kissing your neck tenderly

“good morning princess , you felt so good.” 

﹙ 𐙚 : han jisung ﹚ .ᐟ

just put him in between your legs and let him do his thing, han jisung certified munch ! he doesn’t care whether he’s on top or if you’re on top. as long as he can taste your sweet cunt and feel your soft tittes in his hands , he is in heaven. “shit baby keep doing that.” you moaned, hands tangled in his hair , pushing him deeper into your mound. “fuck more.” hips moving against your will, he was that good , lapping at your cunt. “fuck im gonna cum.” he hummed as you came on his tongue, coating his tongue. “fuck you taste so good.” he pulled away. “like candy.” he bought his fingers to his mouth, bringing them back to your slit. “wanna make you cum again.” he rubbed your bud.

“wanna make a mess of you.” 

﹙ 𐙚 : felix ﹚ .ᐟ

ride him in his gaming chair and his life is yours. he loves this shit — you “ innocently “ sitting in his lap , which ends up with you both naked , his game long forgotten as you milked him for everything he had. “sh-shit.” he held your lower back letting you do what you wanted before he pulled you flush against him , pressing down on your lower stomach. “lixie.” he squeezed your boobs. “lo-love you feel so good wrapped around me.” he moaned. “so fucking warm.” he kissed your boobs , bucking his hips up. “lix I’m gonna cum.” you whined , he rubbed your clit. “cum for me.” he whispered into your ear. “cum for me like a good girl.” releasing all over him.

the game was long forgotten after that , he was ready to make you cum all over again.

﹙ 𐙚 : seungmin ﹚ .ᐟ

you’re always on top, but he’s always in charge. his legs flat against the bed fucking up into you , his hands yanking your back , making you scream. “sl-slut.” he growled. “letting me fuck you like this , you’re so nasty.” his thrust were brutal , your ass bright red from his previous slapping. “you like being fuck like a whore?” he asked , knowing you can’t ask. “whose whore are you.” he yanked your hair. “i asked you a question , whose whore are you?” you were a mess , trying to get the words out. “yours -fuck!- im your whore minnie.” you let out a pornographic moan. “fuck I’m gonna cum.” he let your cum , holing you down as he emptied his load inside of you , holding you close to whisper in your ear.

“that’s right , you’re my whore.” 

﹙ 𐙚 : jeongin ﹚ .ᐟ

your body pressed flatly against the bed, arms pinned behind your back , jeongin kissing the sweet spot on your neck as , the kisses sweet and soft — a completely different from how deep he was inside you. “i-innie.” you babbled , he let your arms go , his hand wrapping around your neck, choking you lightly. “yo-you feel that -fuck- that’s my cock deep inside your pussy.” he grunted in your ear. “so-so deep.” he kissed your cheek. “i know baby , i know.” he moaned. “going dumb on my cock aren’t you.” your eyes rolling to the back of your head, his strokes were slow but deep. “just take it , that’s all you can do.” his hand tightening around your throat. “you can’t take it.”

“take it like a good fu-fucking girl.”

©️LUVYENI

[tonycries]

“She My Best Friend, Yeah We Not a Couple.”

Synopsis. You know it’s wrong to fuck your best friend. But how can you complain when you’re slammed against the library desk and stuffed full of his big cock like this?

Pairing. Multiple x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected sex, panties in your mouth (+ some other very heinous things), really fucking dirty, public sex, jealous sex (from his side), pet names (my angel), swearing.

Word count. 1.3k

A/N. My ancestors are prolly so proud of me rn. Art by @_3em on X.

“Best friend” his ass. 

It’s laughable really - the way those other losers think they have a chance with you when you’re begging for his dick every night. 

He’s known you since you were both whiney, snot-faced brats - and right now he’s got you sitting prettily on his lap in a study room tucked on the campus library. Your needy mewls are muffled into the crook of his neck as he holds you steady by your hips, the length of his achingly hard cock nudging the line of your ass. 

Panties hastily pulled to the side, your slick pools on his flushed tip, dripping along his length to his tight balls. Pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your racing pulse, he drags his hefty erection teasingly along your dripping folds. 

God, he could feel the way your pussy was clenching desperately around nothing and it was driving him insane. 

Surely that study buddy of yours could wait a few minutes. Who did that scrub even think he was? Eyeing his pretty lil’ best friend like that.

“Hngh- please, I want-.” you whisper into his ear, the heat of your breath sending blood rushing straight to his already rock-hard cock. Your needy whimpers are cut off as he subconsciously thrusts in-between your swollen folds, juices making the prominent veins along his length glisten.

Fuck, this was getting too much for him too. 

“Tell me what you want, my angel.” he leans down to murmur raspily in your ear, sending a trail of goosebumps down your spine. You were so fucking hot. 

That scrub couldn’t even imagine this. How perfect you were. How wet you were for him. How lustful your voice is as you sinfully whine, “I want your cock in me so badly. Want you to fuck me right here. Right now.”

With lightning speed, he’s got you bent against the cold surface of the library desk, painfully hard cock throbbing under the thin material of your panties. You gasp as his length grinds against your quivering cunt.

Having you splayed out so sinfully for him, he’s never been more thankful that the old librarian was such a heavy sleeper - probably wouldn’t wake up for a stampede of elephants if it happened. 

“This shit is getting in my fucking way.” he groans out as a large hand grabs your soaked panties. 

A sharp rip! of fabric sounds throughout the still air of the study room. “Much better.” he grins dangerously, harshly groping every inch of skin now laid completely bare for him.

“Please. Put it in.” you mewl, voice dripping with need for him. Fuck, he’ll never get used to this. 

“Shhh, my angel.” with a low hiss, he bullies his thick cock into your dripping cunt.

“God. S’tight, so tight. Pussy so desperate for me hah- sucking me back in. She doesn’t want me to leave, huh?” he grits out through strangled moans as he sheaths himself completely into your wet pussy. Shit, at this point they’ll hear him and not you.

Warm walls squeezing him to insanity, he fucks you at a feral pace, pulling out till his tip teases your dripping entrance, only to ram himself fully inside once more. 

“Ah! Hngh- It’s too much. Please!” 

He would never get to know the feeling of your snug cunt desperately sucking his cock back in every time he rams into you. He would never get to feel the way your walls clamp down on him, struggling to adjust to the burning stretch of his thick cock. He could never make you feel this good.

That loser probably has a small dick anyway.

He drinks in the pornographic ah! ah! ah! leaving your mouth at each harsh thrust, feeling intoxicated off the animalistic cadence of his hips, and the thick white ring of slick forming at his base. 

“Shit. Always so good f’me, my angel.” he groans, your pretty moans only making him thrust impossibly deeper in a way that has you scrambling to hold onto the table for support. 

His throaty groans and the merciless slapping of his heavy balls against your ass echoes across the room as his fingers dig deep purple marks into your hips.

“S-someone’s gonna hah- hear-” 

“Then we must be quiet, hm?”

Before you have a chance to process what’s happening, the wet panties that were tightly gripped in his hand are now stuffed into your mouth. You moan around the large fingers forcing themselves inside, cold rings stretching your mouth as much as your cunt.

His cock twitches as he forces you to taste yourself, feeling you getting impossibly wetter. That’s his girl. 

He could never fuck you like this. 

Moans now muffled by the fabric in your mouth, his saliva-coated fingers move down to draw rough circles on your clit - making you yelp at the stimulation. 

He knows someone could walk in at any moment - and a part of him actually wants it to happen. Let them see, he thinks. At least then those fuckers would finally take a hint.

A soft whine of his name snaps him out of his pussy-drunk thoughts, blown-out eyes now meeting your dazed ones as you lock eyes with him over your shoulder. Lipstick smeared, tears clinging to your lashes, and panties half-hanging out of your kiss-bitten lips.

Ah, actually scratch that - he’s gonna keep his pretty lil’ best friend all to himself.

“Shhh, my angel. I’ve got you.” he towers over you, pressing a trail of kisses up the curve of your spine before angling your neck to attach his lips with yours. He delights in your surprised squeal, clearly not expecting him to kiss you with your panties still in your mouth. But for you, he’d do anything.

Cock twitching, your feet almost lift off the ground as the rhythm of his hips gets harsher. He intertwines his tongue with yours, sweet slick-soaked panties wrapped in the middle. Fuck, he was going insane at the contrast of your soft tongue with the lacy fabric of your panties, hand around your neck getting tighter.

You moan incoherently as he sucks on your tongue, drool dripping down the corner of your mouth and onto the polished library desk. 

It was so fucking lewd. Doesn’t matter how many losers swarm around you - none of them deserved you. None of them could fuck you like this.

Your sounds of pleasure get more and more frantic as his cock still slams inside you relentlessly, ringed-fingers continuing their abuse on your clit - getting closer and closer to what you crave.

He can feel the way your walls flutter so snugly around him. God, he’s so fucking turned on that he doesn’t know whether the heartbeat he feels between his legs is his or yours.

Neither of you have to wait long. His tongue still continues its dance with yours, around your soaked panties, as you both cum with a muffled moan. 

Your pussy clenches around him as you climax him as if to milk his cock for all he’s worth. And you do, thick ropes of his hot cum painting your pulsing hole white. 

Riding out both your highs, he fucks his cum into you animalistically - feet lifting off the floor at his firm grip on your waist and the sheer power of his rough thrusts.

So messy. Damn, he has to send the librarian an apology gift later - a fruit basket or something, he wonders, barely lucidly. 

His mind is still foggy as he pulls his sensitive cock out, and pockets your panties for a lonely night without his dear best friend. Promptly plugging his fingers in your quivering pussy, cum smearing on his fingers, he mutters out a quick “Keep it inside.”

Walking out of the heavy, sex-filled atmosphere of the study room, he bumps into that fucking study buddy of yours - running late and clearly surprised to see him there.

With a slow smirk, “Sorry in advance, my girl made a bit of a mess in there. Hope you don’t mind.”

Hey, this is what best friends are for, right?

- GOJO, GETO, Choso, Tsukishima, ATSUMU, SUNA, Oikawa, Kuroo, EREN, Armin

A/N. Teehee *blushes like a slut*

Longfic Sunday incoming if I manage to write 6k words by tomorrow.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[oreo-creampie]

“𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫!!!”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! Mean!toji, hints of reader being a brat, spanking (ass/cunt), biting, praise & degradation, cock drunk/pussy drunk, thigh fucking, teasing/begging, light size kink, gagging/choking, some face fucking, manhandling you, hair pulling, pain kink, daddy/lil mama

fey: writing makes me feel like a rusty gate covered in moss that screams in protest when moved

Toji is too big! Your jaw aches whilst your eyes blur with tears. His groans as he fucks your throat is making your pussy drip.

Seeing the the tears slipping down your cheeks as you gag on his fat cock he smirks then demands, “Say that shit again, come on be a mouthy lil’ brat n’ see what fuckin’ happens.” Yanking you by your hair smacking you across the face as you gasp for air.

Your cheek sweetly sting, “‘M sorry please I won’t be a-!” Toji cuts you off by sticking two thick fingers into your mouth. You can faintly taste your cunt as you suck.

He croons, “So you wanna lie to me now?” Sliding his fingers out of your mouth, smearing your spit on your face. Toji yanks you onto your feet with a fistful of hair. “I always gotta remind you how to fuckin’ act.” He shoves you face down ass up onto your sofa.

Toji’s hands are so big and rough, fuck he’s big and rough tossing you around like you’re a doll. His thick fingers brush close to your wet cunt as he massages your cheeks. “I’m thinking I might fuck your thighs n’ cum on your pretty pussy.” Toji roughly smacks your your wet cunt three times with his large palm.

Your pussy throbs with a fiery sharp sting that two of his thick fingers ease. Toji admires how your soft lips look wrapping around his fingers. It’s sinful how he groans, “Fuck,” whilst slowly fucking you fingers with his fingers. “You’re making such a mess.”

“You don’t deserve my fingers but you have such a pretty lil’ wet cunt I wanna stretch her out n’ ruin her. Wanna hear her squelchin telling me how much she loves me when I fuck ya.”

Using all your energy to focus on getting out, “How do you know my pussy loves you?” Whilst he fucks your cunt faster, stroking your g-spot making you tremble and whine.

He smacks your ass, digging his nails in and jiggle your cheek before taking a bite. Groaning as he softly shakes his head, burying his face in your soft cheek.

Smacking the aching bite mark when he pulls away. He sneers, “By the way she gushes and squeezes my cock like she doesn’t wanna let me go.” Whining, shifting your hips, and struggling to keep your feet planted when Toji stretches your hole apart with two large fingers.

You can hear the condescending smirk in his proud tone, “N’ cause of my sharp sense of smell, I know how wet you get. Smells so fuckin’ sweet like your goin’ into heat, your little slutty cunt needs my fat cock n’ we both know it.”

Toji slowly glides his fingers out, smearing your wetness between your thighs. “Too bad I have to fuck your thighs instead.”

Clutching onto your fluffy sofa cushions, begging Toji, “Please fuck me, I wanna feel your cock!” Your cunt clenches nothing as Toji slides his warm fat cock between your thighs, he’s taunting you,just barely rubbing your clit.

Toji tightly grabs both hips to keep you from squirming. “But you will be, just not in your pussy not tonight, maybe tomorrow morning when I got morning wood. I might be feelin’ a lil nicer” His cock is so close to your cunt it’s unfair. Each steady stroke taunts you, he should be fucking your pussy like that.

Whining, “Please daddy-toji!” Grabbing his wrists, this position and now you got in it feels so lewd. He’s manhandled you, putting your ass in the air, face down into the sofa with his veiny cock in between your legs.

Toji lines himself up with your soft cunt, swiping his fat warm head along your soft wet slit. “You’re not playing fair lil mama you can’t moan that n’ expect me not to fold.” You clench up and whine when he smacks your cunt with his cock, he’s so heavy, and big.

Toji leans over you, trapping you against the sofa with your ass in the air. You moan as he glides half in head in whining he stops to croon, “Lil mama are you sure you need daddy’s cock?”

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[classyrbf]

ᯓ★ BABY FEVER! — NANAMI KENTO

“Awe come on Ken, don’t you wanna—ah—cum in me? Fill me up, breed me? Nngh fuck!” You say in a teasing voice, your knees pushed all the way to your chest as his animalistic thrusts push you further into the bed. His pulsating cock and your sloppy hole making a mess on the sheets below. Plap! Plap! Plap! He knocks the wind out of you with each jolt of his hips.

Nanami’s mind is absolutely spiraling at your words. It’s like you flipped some sort of switch in his brain, and it doesn’t help with how tightly your cunt is hugging him either. “This greedy pussy wants my cum, hm? Careful what—ugh, shit—what you wish for, love!” He breathily chuckles through his moans. The bed creaks under your weight, the sheer force of hips knocking the headboard against the wall.

“I want it, Ken! So bad! Hah! Mmmph! Want y-you to put a baby in me!” You nod up at him, pleading eyes and all. The grip he has around your legs tighten and you swear you could see his eyes darken. He’s quick to throw your legs over his shoulder, pushing his weight down on you, folding you into a mating press. “Oh my god!” You swear you could feel the tip of leaky fat cock reach deeper than before, stretching your poor pussy.

“Want me to make you a mommy? Yeah? Is that it? That’s what my sweethearts been wanting all this time?” His lips quirk into a smirk, flashing a wicked grin at you. Your jaw falls slack, eyes wide as his heavy balls slap against the fat of your ass. “I’ll breed this pretty pussy everyday until you’re round with my kids—fuck, yes, yes, keep taking it!” The mere thought makes him feral.

“Yes, cum in me, baby, yes, yes! I’ll take all of it!” You cry out, eyes clenching shut when he roughly slams his hips into you over and over, his cock dragging against your gummy walls before sucking him right back in. The barge of his hips sends your eyes rolling back and you can tell he’s close to cumming, his erratic pace a telltale hint. “You’re so fucking deep in me! Oh my god!”

“This pussy’s gonna make me cum, sweetheart—nnngh—yes, keep squeezing me like that! Fuck, fuck,” he pants heavily, “I’m cumming!” He slams into you once more, the force making you cry out and cling onto his sweaty body. A blissful sigh escaped your lips as you felt his cum paint your insides, a lazy smile spreading across your face. “There you fucking go!” He groans, slowly dragging his hips out before pushing his thick length back in, fucking his sticky cum into you.

Both of you breathe heavily, trying to catch your breath as he pulls out, a mix of your juices and his cum coating his length. His eyes gravitate towards your swollen cunt, watching the way his cum leaks out of you and he’s quick to push it back in with his thumb. The corner of his lips turn into a satisfied smile before he leans down as places a sloppy kiss on your puffy lips, tongues gliding against each other before pulling away. He looks down between his legs, his dick still rock hard.

You let out a soft giggle, spreading your legs for him again. “Gonna breed me some more?” You bite down on your bottom lip.

“Only,” his throbbing top pushes past your messy folds, the warmth of your pussy wrapping around him as he slowly inserts himself inch by inch, “if you ask nicely, sweetheart.”