#LET ME NIBBLE HIS CHEEKS AND SQUISH THEM PLEASE??? | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

emjiroki · 7 months

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Word count: 6.2k

Warnings: Yandere Yuuta! very dark content, blood,explicit scenes and language, depictions of death and remains, reader is over her husband very quickly

Link to pt 1

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY

a/n: Hi everyone! back again with pool boy! Yuuta (though there isnt much of him being our pool boy in this one hehe) I just had to continue where we left off and it was so so fun! Happy Birthday to me and our love! hope everyone enjoys!

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“I want you,” Yuuta panted against the skin of your shoulder, his hair dripping water rivulets down your chest as the shower head pelted him.

“You have me,” You giggled as his tip prodded against your swollen entrance. Grinding as if you hadn't gone two rounds before getting in the shower.

“No, I want you. All of you. Mind, body, and soul” He peppered kisses up your throat to punctuate his words, nibbling his teeth across your throbbing jugular, “I want to bury myself under your skin so that I can get deeper”. At the last word he gave a sharp thrust up against you, sliding into your welcome entrance as you gasped and held onto the shower wall.

“F-Fuck” you whimpered as he stretched you, filling you up so well it made your brain foggy. Your legs were shaking as he held you tight practically molding his body to yours, hips moving shallowly to keep him fully seated in your slick heat.

“That’s right, want you to feel me, more of me, all of me; never forget that I’m the one who makes you feel like this” He growled, moving one hand down to grasp your thigh and the other to your chest, rolling and tugging the pebbled bud beneath his fingers.

“Yes” You moan, leaning back against his strong body as he fucked into you, your legs growing wobbly from the pleasure, “Y-Yuuta please”.

“Just want you to cum for me, that’s all, wanna feel you one more time” He purred, the hand stimulating your nipple moving down to your clit, rubbing tight circles until he felt you clinching so tight around him. A high-pitched cry of pleasure spilled out as you reached your peak, Yuuta groaning in your ear doing nothing to quell it. He muttered a few curses against the side of your throat before swiftly pulling out, the feeling of him leaving you empty leaving you breathless. You shut the water off and stepped out, handing him a towel as you went over to where your clothes were on the counter.

“I’ve gotta leave for work soon,” Yuuta said, running the towel over his dark hair and down his chest. Your eyes followed the cloth as he dragged it down his cut stomach to the hair at the base. The tips of your ears felt hot as you flashed your eyes back up to him.

‘Don’t get distracted’ You thought to yourself as his statement echoed through your mind.

“Sure you can't stay for just a little bit longer?” You asked, stepping to him and running your hands up his front. No matter how many times you've had him in the last six months it never seemed to be enough. Yuuta seized your hands, turning them in his grip to kiss the inside of your wrists before settling you with a look. A dark and predatory look where the light is barely casting in his eyes.

“Will he be back tonight?”. Your stomach sank but you knew he couldn't lie to him, nodding your head.

Yuuta hated when your husband was home when he couldn't be with you. They had met once in October when you had hired the landscaping company again to close the pool up for the winter and trim the tree in the back near the shed before any weather hit again. The interaction was tense, to say the least, Yuuta on edge and tense in every muscle, teeth pinned together and jaw tight like it was wired shut, though your husband didn't understand why. Yuuta let one hand go from your wrists, the free hand moving up to cup your jaw, his thumb and index finger squishing your cheek a little.

“Are you gonna leave him? Or do I have to take you from him?” He asked, his voice sweet and tender but the look in his eyes was very serious.

“I- I want to but-”

“No, no buts if you want to I'll figure it out” he replied, a soft smile on his lips, “that's all I needed to know”.

“What do you mean?” You ask, wary and not sure if you want to know the answer to that question. He laughed softly, almost derisively.

“Don't worry your pretty little head about it, I said I'll handle it didn't I?”.

You nodded, believing him but still not quite understanding. But you took his hand and led him back to the bedroom.

“Honey? You home?” Your husband's voice called from downstairs. It sends a jolt of adrenaline through you, your eyes widening at Yuuta as he pulls his shirt over his head so casually.

“I'll head out the window again,” He said, kissing your forehead quickly, “see you later”. He yanked the window open and slid his legs through, winking at you before dropping off into the flowerbed below. You made sure you heard the gate latch before shutting the window, heading down to meet your husband despite it turning a sick unwanted knot in your stomach. The perfume on his shirt when you hugged him made it worse.

♡

‘He still there?’ Yuuta texted you later as you were making dinner, chicken baking in the oven as you stirred vegetables in the skillet.

‘Yes’ you texted back a small smile on your face when his contact of “Pool Company” popped up, ‘but he's in the shower’.

‘Open the door’. You glanced over to the backdoor to see him looking in, a grin on his face as he waggled his fingers at you.

“What are you doing here?” You questioned as he moved past you.

“Wanted to see you,” He said simply with a shrug, “That so bad?”

“With him upstairs, it is” You chided, watching as he strolled over to the stove and snatched a piece of mushroom from the skillet, scalding hot but eating it as if it were cold.

“I’m not worried about him,” He replied, turning to you and backing you against the island.

“I’m worried,” You said quietly, squeaking as his hand when under your ass to lift you onto the cold marble of the countertop.

“About what? If he catches us? If he catches me?” He asked, his lips so close he was nearly kissing you, his dark eyes shining like pools in the muted glow of the overtop oven light.

“Yes,” You whispered, wanting to lean in but unable to break your gaze. “I’m worried about what he would do”.

“No baby, be worried about what I would do to him,” Yuuta uttered, an eerie tone to his voice that had goosebumps rising across his skin, “if he threatened you, hurt you”. He leaned in close the next words in barely a whisper. “I’d fucking end him”. His fingers danced across your exposed neck, soft and delicate as he moved to cup your face. “Slit his throat like the pig he is and bury him beneath that pretty cherry tree outside”.

That shouldn’t turn you on, you should be running with your phone in your hand upstairs but you weren’t. Instead, your blood was running hot, your panties growing wet as he leaned you back, grabbing you under your knees to prop your feet up against his shoulders as his hands went under your dress to your panties.

“Y-You would?” you asked, voice only a whimper as he groaned quietly at the wetness under his fingers.

“I told you you were mine. My treasure. My wife,” He growled sinking to his knees, “The moment I saw you in that pretty little bathing suit, I knew that you were meant to be mine and mine only, I’d kill a hundred thousand pricks more worthy than him to be worshipping at your feet”.

You pressed your hand to your mouth as you gasped at the feeling of him latching onto your clit, his tongue sweeping down to taste your wetness. You knew your husband could be down any minute, any second but you couldn’t help but melt into the feeling of Yuuta’s mouth on you, licking and sucking and squeezing your thighs like it would be the last time. Though you knew it wouldn’t be, and he did too, but it didn’t do anything to quell the heat between you. You moved to tangle your fingers in his hair but he pinned it down, one of his hands moving to keep it against your stomach. The pleasure was overwhelming, the hand not pinned failing to keep the high-pitched noises from escaping as he devoured you into a crumbling mess.

“Y-Yuuta I’m-”. A growling groan from his throat was his only reply, knowing just what you meant as your legs tensed around him. The dam broke when he plunged two fingers inside, curling against the soft spot inside of you that nearly had you shrieking, clear fluid spraying out against his lower jaw as he smirked, so pleased with himself for making a terrible mess of you. The sound of the timer ringing for the chicken had you nearly jumping out of your skin, Yuuta rose from the floor and wiped his chin on the back of his hand.

“Dinner done?” Your husband called from the stairs.

“Impeccable timing as ever, asshole” Yuuta muttered, glaring into the darkened living room.

“Uh yeah, yes” You replied, clearing your throat and springing down from the counter, straightening your dress, “I just have to get the plates”.

“Pour me a glass of wine, I’ll be down in a minute”

“Sure honey,” You said in a cheery tone, flipping the burner off for the vegetables and grabbing an oven mitt before turning to Yuuta, “Go out the back”.

“What if I just walk out in front of him, my shirt soaked with you?” He asked, leaning in to capture your lips in a searing kiss. You wanted to melt into him, melled your body with his, and walk out the back gate right now but you moved your hands up to his head to pull him away.

“It wouldn’t be good, you look a mess,” You said amusedly.

“Wouldn’t matter much once I had his blood on me” He replied, his tone deadpan and serious. You knew he was serious. Very serious, murderous intentions swimming in his gaze, but you pushed him towards the door anyway, an almost boyish grin on his face when you slapped his ass.

“Text me?” He asked, his hands against the doorframe preventing you from closing it.

“Of course” You replied pressing one more kiss to his cheek before he turned to disappear into the night shadows and head back to his car parked down the street. You were still looking out the back door, feeling his touch on your skin when your husband cleared his throat in the kitchen doorway.

“Little spill?” He asked, nodding at the clear fluid he thought was water on the floor. You know you must have looked startled, like a deer in headlights but you moved over to grab a few paper towels and clean the floor.

“Yeah just a little water,” You reassured, “Haven’t opened the wine yet, why don’t you pick out a bottle for us?”.

“Sure,” He said, a fleeting questioning gaze in his eyes, “Everything okay? You seem a little flushed”.

“Oh yeah everything is perfect, just a little hot in here is all,” You said, leaning up to kiss his cheek despite it making you want to puke. At least you couldn’t smell that cheap perfume this time.

He was back in the pantry where the wine cooler was when a loud crash came from the backyard, startling you into dropping the glass you were holding.

“What the hell was that?” He called, racing back into the kitchen.

“I don’t know, I dropped my glass but that sound came from the yard,” You said, looking out the large windows into the darkness. He went for the door but you grabbed his arm, pleading with him not to go out there.

“I have to check it out” He insisted. You realized you hadn’t heard the gate close when Yuuta left, a surge of fear gripping you. What if he was still out there and your husband catches him?

He shook you off with an annoyed sound, swinging the door open and heading out with the flashlight on his phone glittering over the recently opened pool. You could see the shed from the door where you were peering, the shattered glass of the little side window shining in the grass.

And the shovel leaned up against the cherry tree like a looming omen.

Your stomach twisted, expecting Yuuta to appear from the shadows and drive an axe into the back of your husband's head. But nothing happened, your husband looking curiously for a moment before shaking his head and returning to the house.

“Probably just some stupid kids in the alley throwing rocks again” He snapped, clearly more irritated than worried, “I’ll patch it up tomorrow before I leave”.

“Okay,” You whispered, gripping your hands together to keep them from shaking.

“Let’s have dinner”. You nodded as you moved back to the oven, taking the chicken off the tray and spooning the veggies onto your plates. Your phone lit up, your ringer down so he wouldn’t notice.

‘Did he see it?’ Yuuta’s message read. You typed back quickly.

‘Yes but he didn’t say anything’

‘That’s fine, he’ll be thinking about it’ dots appeared before another message popped up. ‘Just like I’ll be thinking about you when I’m alone in bed tonight, will you be thinking about me?’

‘Of course I will, I always do’ you replied, a soft blush on your cheeks at the thought of his dick in his hand, sweat on his face as he chased his release to the thoughts of you.

‘Good. I love you babygirl’. Did you look like a fool smiling at your phone like this?

‘I love you too’.

“These vegetables are a little burnt” Your husband complained when you were sat at the table, your hand gripped around your fork. You were white-knuckling it, thinking vivid thoughts about flying over the pristinely set table and driving it deep into his eye. “Still love you though”.

‘Fucking liar, why don’t you go to her house and have her make you fucking dinner’ You thought bitterly, putting on a sweet smile to hide the malice.

“Yeah, love you too”. ‘Asshole’ Yuuta’s darkly muttered word echoed through your head.

♡

The house was always more peaceful when your husband wasn't there. Less tense. Seemed as though the light from the sun would shine brighter through the windows, the spring breeze fresher. You were just starting the next chapter in your book, your music down low on the surround sound when you heard a vague bump from upstairs. You only paid mind for a moment before going back to your other world, trying to just relax for a while. Until you heard it again, and then the sound of your husband's pen cup falling over off his desk onto the floor. While you didn't like the idea of being the naive woman in a horror movie who decides to go investigate a mysterious sound and gets bludgeoned to death, you needed to go at least clean up the mess so he wouldn't think you were snooping through his things while he was gone. You pressed your ear to the door, hearing nothing in the room beyond, and turning the knob. The curtains were open like you remembered after you had vacuumed in here earlier and cleaned the window. But then again, you didn’t remember the window actually being open. Propped all the way where the breeze was coming through. You quickly picked the pen cup off the floor, put them back in, and set it next to his computer where he liked it. That’s when you noticed the papers on his desk.

The divorce papers.

It was obviously something he had typed up himself, grammar and spelling errors abound and had not yet been notarized by his lawyer. Your heart sank even as you felt like fire was boiling in your gut, a red veil of rage taking over you as you tried to breathe. How could he do this to you? All you had ever done was take care of him. Love him. Through all of his dumb shit and failures. A sharp scream was echoing in the room before you realized it was yours, your fists balling the stupid papers up and shredding them into little pieces, making white confetti across the office room floor. You marched over to the window and slammed it shut, not caring if the neighbors had heard the animalistic noise erupting from you. They never paid attention to the neighbor down the street shooting his gun to “keep his mortgage down” so why would this disturb them? You stomped down the stairs and snatched your phone off the coffee table, slapping your book across the room in a fit of rage as you hit Yuuta’s contact. It rang only once before his cheery voice sounded from the other end.

“Hi baby, what’s up?”

“That bastard wants to divorce me” You snapped, biting your tongue to keep the molten hot tears at bay. Yuuta was silent for a moment as you heard him put his truck in park.

“Did he tell you?” He asked.

“No, I found papers he had sloppily typed up probably while he was drunk when I went into his office,” You said, “He hasn’t gone to his lawyer yet but might soon”. He was quiet again, a deep silence though you could hear his breathing.

“What am I going to do?” You asked, your tone pleading as you felt your world beginning to rock and crash around you in pieces.

“Nothing. Don’t say a word to him, go about your normal routine as you would every day and act like you know nothing” He replied, his voice sounding thin as glass, “It’s for the best now”.

‘For the best now’ those words rattled around in your frazzled brain like a marble in a tin can. You took a deep breath.

“Okay,” Your tone wobbled, tears flowing down your cheeks now, “Can you come over? Please?”.

“I can’t baby, not right now,” He replied, sounding as if he was pained just by the sound of your crying, “I’ll be there tonight though”.

“But he-”

“I’ll be there tonight” He insisted, “Now do as I said and go about your day, remember, act normal. Like nothing is wrong even though it is, keep strong for me love and I promise I’ll fix it”.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t worry about what I mean and listen to what I’m saying. I’ll fix it, you understand? I’ll fix you so you won’t even remember what that fucking bastard looked like and I get to be the one to put a ring on your finger. I love you, darling, so much more than anyone else would be able to”.

“I love you too,” You said, wiping the tears from your cheeks and taking a deep breath to steady your nerves.

“That’s my girl, I’ll see you tonight”. You both hung up at the same time, your hands still shaking. God how badly you wanted to go around and smash everything. Light his shirts on fire with him inside of them and make him eat the broken glass from your picture frames but you didn’t. Calmly lighting a candle and going back upstairs to meticulously gather every piece of the shredded document and flush them, making sure every piece was gone before vacuuming the room again to be sure. You would deal with the potential fallout of him not finding the papers later. Much later. More than likely days later after he’s gotten his rocks off with that whore of his a few times. Doing a little gardening helped take your mind off of this situation. Viciously shredding the weeds from your flowers and imagining it was his vocal cords, the rich black soil on your hands his blood. You giggled as you smeared the dirty mess down both cheeks, resisting the urge to put your fingers to your mouth knowing it wasn’t what your vivid imagination was pushing forth. Normal. Be normal. Taking a shower was normal, watching the dirt run down the drain along with the soap bubbles was normal. Normal was nice. Sometimes.

The one thing you weren’t expecting that night was for the police to be knocking on your door, a sullen look on their faces.

“Ma’am I’m sorry but we have some very unfortunate and probably devastating news involving your husband,” the man in front said, his partner looking down and away, fidgeting with his utility belt.

“What? What’s happened?” You asked, your blood running cold even as you pulled your robe tighter around you.

“Your husband was involved in a motor vehicle accident, he seemed to have lost control on the interstate and collided head-on with a semi-truck I’m sorry but he was found dead at the scene”. You crumbled to your knees, sobs wracking your body as your hands pressed to your face. The policeman’s hand was warm as it rested against your shoulder, a kind gesture to console the grieving widow.

“I’m so sorry for your loss but you’re his next of kin and we need you to identify his remains, we can take you down to the coroner's office if you’d like”.

“No, no that’s alright, I can drive” You insisted, moving away from his hand, “just let me get dressed”.

♡

It was a good fifteen-minute drive across town, the building looking so lonely and dim in the dark of late night, the smell inside steril and chilling. The coroner was a nice man, older with graying hair that was left and kind eyes as he led you into the back, pulling the sheet down to showcase what was left of your husband. His skin was charred black, not recognizable at all with the exposed jaw bone and missing bottom teeth as if he had smashed against the steering wheel as he spun out of control. They had forced his arm back into place despite the obvious signs that it had been broken too. Thankfully the nice man had only pulled it down a small portion, not showing nearly everything as your stomach curled in on itself.

“That-That’s him” You whispered, looking at the gold ring on his left hand, the intricate carvings that you had ordered for him glittering under the buzzing lights, “I’d know that ring anywhere”.

“I’m very sorry, thank you for taking the time to do this,” The man sighed, scrubbing the back of his slowly balding head as if trying to stimulate growth, “We had nothing else to go on except the ID we found”.

“There wasn’t anything in the car besides that?” You questioned, thinking they would have been able to run the plates or something.

“There wasn’t anything left, a total loss, couldn’t even tell what color paint was on it before since the gas tank blew but they found his wallet blown out into the road,” He sighed again, shaking his head, “This will be ruled as an accident I’m sure, just waiting for toxicology reports now to rule anything out”.

“He always liked to drive fast, it scared me so often and I begged him so many times to slow down,” You said, tears beginning to well up again. A good show. Normal.

“Was he abusive?” the man asked, concern on his face even as he looked you up and down in your tight jeans.

“No, nothing like that,” You said quickly, “just reckless”.

He nodded, pulling the sheet back over your husband's remains. He thanked you once again for coming out, bidding you goodnight before cringing at his words and silently walking to the back again. Driving back home was… strange. You didn’t feel the need to cry. To pull into the dive bar for a drink. Just roll your window down to feel air flowing through and ride in silence, radio off and not thinking about turning it on. As you expected, the house was dark when you pulled into the driveway. You were about to hit call on Yuuta’s contact when you opened the door but the sound of ice clinking in the kitchen caught your attention, seeing the overhead oven light on through the doorway. There he was, sipping on a glass of your husband’s fine brandy while leaning against the kitchen counter, white t-shirt tight and dark blue jeans cuffed a little at the bottom.

“There you are love,” He said with a smile, “Welcome home”. You didn’t say anything, just dropping your purse to the floor and going over to him, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling your face into his throat. He made a soft humming noise in the back of his throat.

“What happened?”

“He's dead,” you said shakily.

“How?”

“Car accident. The idiot drove into a semi-truck” You sighed, squeezing Yuuta tighter.

“How lucky” He replied, a smirk in his tone, “Glad I got the right car”. You pulled away from him slightly, looking up into his face.

“What?”.

“Well, shit there were a lot of fancy black cars a blowhard like him would drive, just glad I got the right one and not someone innocent, you know?” He shrugged, taking another slow sip of the brandy. Your eyes widened, your heart thumping.

“You didn’t” You whispered, your hands lingering on his waist.

“I did. Clipped the brakes while he was getting in his little toy’s car for lunch” He confirmed, one hand going under your chin, his fingers cool against your skin, “I must say she’s not near as pretty as you, definitely a downgrade”. You stepped away from his touch, your brain trying to process everything. He actually did it.

“I- I didn’t know-” You stammered before his airy laugh cut you off.

“Oh but you did though darling, I told you, didn’t I? That I would take care of it” He said, a soft smile on his lips, “I told you that you were mine, and now you are, forever”. He stepped closer to you, his hand moving from your chin down to your waist and holding you tight against him.

“My love, my wife,” His breath was sweet with brandy as he leaned to graze his lips against your jaw, lifting the glass to your mouth, bidding you to take a drink. The liquor was strong, burning your throat with an oaky finish that lifted through your nose, making your eyes water a little.

"Are you scared of me now?" He asked, a concerned look on his face. You shook your head, a soft 'No' on your tongue before he smiled.

"Good, that's good".

Yuuta moved one arm down to just under your ass, lifting you with ease, the brandy glass in the other hand, and began to carry you. Up the stairs into your bedroom, shutting the door with his foot. Muted moonlight spilled through the slit in the closed curtains, casting him in an almost ethereal glow as he set you down on the bed and the glass on your nightstand. A soft flick of a lighter startled you as you watched him light the two candles near your lamp, moving over to the one on the dresser and pressing the flame to the wick there too.

“That’s better,” He said, almost as if just saying it to himself as he stripped off his shirt and turned back to you, “You know, I’ve fucked you here many times in the last few months but this time it feels particularly special”. He helped you remove your sweater, and then your jeans, leaving you in only your underwear with no bra. It felt like being an animal under a predator's gaze as he drank you in, his dark eyes tracing unseen patterns across your skin in the dancing candlelight, his fingers tracing them.

“Let me try something” He spoke before he moved his hand over to the brandy glass, fishing out an ice cube and holding it in his fingers for a moment. You gasped when it touched your skin, goosebumps rising as he traced a freezing line along your stomach, up your sternum, and under the swell of each breast.

“This okay?” He asked, that soft sweet look he reserved for only you warming your chest. You nodded.

“I want to hear it baby” He stated, letting the ice melt in his fingers against your skin and roll down your sides to the bed.

“Y-Yes, feels good” You replied, whimpering at the feeling of it moving again. Over your nipples this time, already hard from the chill on your skin but seeming only to get more sensitive. Your hips bucked with a soft moan at the feel of his warm mouth latching to them, one and then the other. Laving each one with attention before dragging his tongue down to trace the waterline he had made. Yuuta moved down to your panties, tugging them off and throwing them to the floor as if they offended him by even touching you.

“Already so wet for me,” He groaned, chest heaving a little as if he was panting, “So good to me”. The moment you felt him pressing against you in his jeans, cock straining hard against the denim you knew you wanted to change positions.

“Wait Yuuta I- I want you in my mouth” You practically whined, moving your knee up to rub against his bulge. You were shameless in your need for him. The need to just melt into him and forget all about this shit day despite the end of being caused by him. But maybe that was the highlight of the day. Your husband would have left you probably high and dry, moved that floozy into your house, the home you created through all of his downsides, and sent you to live in that seedy motel on the other side of town. This could be a new beginning, a fresh start of something beautiful and freeing. Your new normal.

“Eager are we?” He joked as he turned over, scooting up to the pillows and reclining back, letting you take your time in unbuttoning his jeans and dragging the zipper down, a soft gasp escaping his lips as you kissed down from his bellybutton to his happy trail leading into his briefs. You would never be over just how pretty his cock was. Pale skin fleshed red at the tip with veins racing up the side, arching up as if it was just as ready to be in your mouth as you were ready to feel his weight on your tongue. A lude moan vibrated against his length as you took the tip between your lips, feeling his precum melt against your tongue as you ran it against the sensitive head, taking more in your mouth as he involuntarily bucked his hips.

“S-Shit baby, feel s’ good” Yuuta growled, fisting the pillow beneath his head as you went lower, feeling the head bump the back of your throat with at least two inches to go. Drool was coming more freely now, running from your lips down his shaft and making the glide easier as you pushed to take him as deep as he could go. Your head was dizzy with his scent, the taste of his precum, and the pretty sounds he was making. Grunts and moans spilling from his parted lips as he struggled to keep his eyes open to watch you. But he kept his grabby hands up away, letting you go at your own pace and fall into a fuzzy pleasured headspace, your eyes lidded as you sucked languidly against him. He was twitching against your tongue, your hand going to his balls as they contracted with every suck and pull of your mouth. You whined when he pulled you off, giving him a pitiful teary eyes look with a mix of spit and precum on your chin.

“Come on now, don’t give me that look” Yuuta chided with a soft smile, kissing you deeply and licking the wet off your chin before kicking off his jeans, “Just want to cum inside of you”. He flipped your positions with ease, moving you onto your front as you arched your back.

“That’s it, that’s my girl” He groaned, fingers spreading your dripping pussy so he could get a good look, your wetness glistening against the candlelight. A shiver ran up your spine as traced his tongue down your folds, suckling on your clit till you were whimpering before slapping your ass and sitting up behind you. He teased the head against you for a moment, letting you back up against him in desperation.

“Y-Yuuta” You stammered, wanting him inside you so desperately.

“Yes, my love?”

“Want you inside, wanna feel you” You pleaded, burying your face against the softness of your mattress. His hand went to your hair, holding just tight enough and pulling your head up so he could whisper against your ear.

“Say please” He grunted, popping the head in and out for a moment to make you shake.

“Pl-ease” You moaned, your eyes crossing as he bottomed out in one thrust, his thickness stretching you so good. It was that moment that you looked over at your husband’s nightstand, seeing the picture of you on your wedding day, looking happy for probably the last time in a long time and you couldn’t help the tears that welled up. Would you miss him? The old version, the caring version yes. But not the man he turned out to be. The true version that slunk in and out of the shadows and destroyed everything you had built. For him. You gasped as Yuuta snatched the picture off the table, pulling out of you swiftly and turning you over.

“I don’t want you to cry baby,” He shushed, leaning down to kiss the tears from your cheeks, “not over him ever again, he’s not here to hurt you anymore, I made sure of that didn’t I?”. You nodded a soft apology on your lips.

“Don’t be sorry, never be sorry for being human for me” He reassured as he pressed his forehead to yours.

Your eyes widened as he gripped the frame in one hand until the glass broke, taking a piece before throwing it with all of his force against the closed door.

“We all cry. We all bleed” He breathed, taking the piece in his hand and dragging it in a short line across his palm, bringing the freshly bleeding wound to your mouth. You flinched as his blood dropped against your lips before you opened them, tasting the metallic tang as your cheeks flushed. He did the same to your hand, the sting making you flinch again before he pressed it to his mouth, his tongue licking against the wound and smearing your blood across his tongue and lips. Yuuta linked your hands together before pressing them down beside your head and kissing you, groaning at the warmth.

“Now we’re in each other's bodies, inner mingling and thriving. Giving each other life” He said, moving your legs up on his shoulders before thrusting in again, “I love you to madness, you know that?”.

“I love you too Yuuta,” you whimpered, the feeling of him inside of you completely canceling out the sting in your hand, “More than anything”.

“Oh baby you don’t know how happy I am to hear that,” He groaned, folding you down so far he could reach your lips, “I’m gonna fill this sweet pussy till your dripping”.

The bed was creaking with the force of his hips, your moans getting louder by the minute as he pulled him down with your free arm across his shoulders, wanting him closer. Needing him closer to feel his heat against you. The sweat rolling down his forehead, the flush to his cheeks, the whimpering growling moans spilling from him into the candlelit room were even prettier than you could have imagined.

“I’m g-gonna cum beautiful,” He stuttered, his hips beginning to lose rhythm as you dripped around him, milking him so sweetly he couldn’t keep his head straight. He moved his fingers down to your clit, rubbing it in circles till he could feel you gripping tighter around him, “Cum with me please”.

Your chest was heaving and heart thudding as you mewled and whined, toes curling and thighs burning as your release licked flames up your spine. Your names erupted from each other's mouths as you climaxed together, his cock filling you so deeply that you wondered briefly if you would end up pregnant after this. You were so warm inside as he collapsed on you, allowing your legs down as he curled against your body, keeping himself seated snuggly inside of you. Yuuta’s lips were soft against your skin as he kissed you everywhere he could reach, his hands clutching at you and holding you so close it felt as if your bodies truly were one and the same. You stayed against the pillows as he reached down to his pants on the floor before curling back up next to you and taking your hand. He pulled your wedding band off and tossed it over his shoulder, making you giggle before you realized what he was doing. The ring he slid onto your finger was beautiful, a delicate gold band with a proud diamond in the middle surrounded by dark garnets, delicate but elegant.

“Marry me?” Yuuta asked, his eyes sparkling in the dark candlelight as if there were stars dipped in the surface. You smiled widely, throwing your arms around his neck.

“Yes! Of course I will”. This felt right. Normal. Everything aligned the way it should be. Maybe obsession could be normal.

#yuuta okkotsu #yuuta okkotsu x reader #jjk smut #yuuta okkotsu smut #tw blood #em writes ✍#em talks 👄

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fellow-anime-weeb927 · 8 months

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✨More Dr Ratio stuff✨ (some suggestive stuff please be warned-)

@verinarin -poke his arm muscles. Trust me.

-also the boob window hello??? Press your face against it! Expect him insulting you for being bold all of a sudden, but his flustered face gives him away~!

-help him massage his shoulders, he must have a lot of frustration, only you can help it ;)

-(bonus points if he lets out a few praises and sighs of relief omfg-)

-(extra bonus points if he lets out breathy moans- /////////)

-ok back to the wholesome stuff focUS!-

-I wonder if you rest on his crossed legs, would he hug you and rest his head on top of yours? Like a nest shape!

-kiss his cheek, he blushy boi~

-kiss his lips, dr.ratio.exe stopped working please reboot…

-I wanna squish him, especially his boobs (ehe-)

-he might pout for your attention

-but if you do the same, he’ll tease the shit outta you with a smug grin, then he’ll say ‘you have to earn it then!’. Just kiss him roughly to put him in his place👍🏻

-bite his neck, maybe it’s sensitive (oop-👀)

-or nibble his earlobe, he’ll lose it hehehehe (breathy moans, sighs, whimpers you name it!!-)

-aHeM!-

-sorry~!

-snuggle close to him when taking baths together please!!

-you both crave for each other’s warmth <3

-try making some tea to calm down his nerves, he would have been studying and researching 24/7! He would thank you with a kiss on the cheek/forehead akssmaskdiwsndewned

-maybe brush his hair and make little braids if you want/could! He would be walking around with them the whole day!~

-I wanna touch his hair!! So fluffy omfg!

-expect him to be clingy in private, he’ll be begging for attention and kisses

-tease his blushing face, it’s just cute!

-hug him close, nuzzles into his boob window chest, tell him ‘I love you’ as you fall asleep and he’ll melt♡

Ok bai~!♡

#hsr dr ratio #hsr dr ratio x reader #hsr x reader #dr ratio x reader

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iidias · 1 month

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freminet x fem! chubby! reader

warnings: body worship (reader receiving), freminet is OBSESSEDDDD, sub! reader, soft dom! freminet, a lots of sweet talk, it's very vanilla

cont+notes: it's just pw(ithout)p. lol,, pls ❤ + reblog if u liked this !!!

word count: 1.5k

"you're so beautiful, baby" freminet whispered as he peppered kisses across your face. he's always so gentle with you, like he's scared to break you. his hands traversed to your chest, gently groping and caressing you.

he didn't stop with his kisses, placing one on your cheek, then your jaw, and finally your lips. his lips were soft, softer than silk. even his kisses were passionate, every single one of them.

his tongue continuously swiped across yours, your reciprocation only driving him mad. "you taste so good.." he mumbled in between kisses, placing one hand behind your head and pushing you in further. fuck, you couldn't get enough of him.

with every touch of his hands and lips, you can feel the warmth between your legs growing. he pulled away and pressed his cheek against yours, as if he couldn't be any closer to you. "do you like when i do this?" he gently fondled your chest, his other hand squishing your tummy.

"yes.." you gasped, he giggled a little in response. he loves being this close to you, he wishes he could be closer. he placed a kiss on your cheek, going lower to your neck and jaw.

"you're so gorgeous, my love." he accentuated his sentence by pulling you closer to him, if that was even possible. one of his favorite things about you physically, was how good you felt pressed up against him. he loved your curves, and how soft you were.

his lips connected with the skin of your neck, sucking and kissing softly. the hand on your stomach shifted lower, now fondling your pussy through your soaked panties. just feeling how turned on you were made him even harder.

he shifted his hips, trying so desperately to get some relief. "ah, you have no idea what you do to me.." he whimpered into your neck, now gently nibbling the skin beneath your ear. it's no surprise, he knows all of your sensitive spots, he knows what makes you lose it.

"m,, fremi!" you moaned, your back arching into him. your lifted your leg a bit, rubbing your thigh on his bulge.

his breath hitched, lightly bucking up against your leg. he couldn't help it, what you do to him is too much. "ahah, naughty girl.." he smiled up at you, his lips now barely grazing your nipples.

he flicked his tongue across your hardened bud, looking you in your eyes as he did so. "ohh, fuck. keep going baby..." you whimpered, putting your hand on the back of his head; never pushing his head, though. you wanted him to set the pace.

"yeah? you like that, love?" he smiled against your tit, continuing his actions. you nodded your head, your legs now spread and begging for him to just fuck you already.

your hips grinded against nothing, the wet patch on your panties growing even more. he took notice of this and let you rub against the palm of his hand. "i know baby, i know.." he gave a quick suck to your nipple, kissing across your breasts.

"you want it now?" he knows you do, he just wants to hear you say it.

"yes, yes, yes! please baby, i need you..." you begged him. you needed him more than anything, regardless of the context. he felt the same way towards you.

"hehe, good. that's what i wanted to hear." he rubbed his bulge, tugging his boxers just below his balls. you bit your lip as you checked him out. his slim yet toned physique, and his thick cock. his size was surprising, considering his height.

"look at how wet you are, baby." he rubbed over your clothed pussy, applying just to right amount of pressure to your clit. he couldn't stop admiring how good he made you feel. honestly, it was like an ego boost to him.

he hooked his fingers over the waistband of your panties, slowly sliding them off your legs. his other hand let go and pushed your thighs as far as he could up to your chest; he took that chance to move a little closer to you.

his hips slotted between your legs perfectly, his cock resting on your pussy. just the feeling of it on you drove you crazy. "fremi, pleasee!" your begging got louder, but he just wanted to see how far you could go before you're pouncing on him.

"yeah? you want it bad, my love?" he rubbed his dick up and down your slit, teasing your hole. you could feel yourself squeezing around nothing. it felt so good, you couldn't take it!

"fuck, yes, freminet! please just fuck me!" you demanded him, growing impatient with his teasing. he laughed and obeyed, placing the tip at your entrance. he could already feel how warm and wet you were, it made his cock twitch before he even put it inside.

he didn't bother asking if you were ready, it was already obvious that you were. pushing the tip in, he watched as your face contorted in pleasure. just the sight of you so broken down by him, and him alone, filled him with pride.

he went deeper, going slow at first. your whimpers and gasps made him want to cum on the spot. but he couldn't; he wanted to make sure you were satisfied first.

"does that feel nice?" he whispered, his face just inches away from yours. he could hear your moans so clearly this way, and you're so much closer to him. if he could, he'd want to be one with you.

"y-yes, please keep going baby." you attempted to keep your composure; it's been a while since you and freminet had done it, so you felt more sensitive to his touch.

"good.." he went a bit faster, his hips smacking against yours. god, he couldn't get enough of the sight in front of him. you were like a goddess in his eyes. so beautiful, so jaw droppingly perfect. like you could do no wrong.

he couldn't take his eyes off of you. the way your tits bounced up and down made him twitch. and your tummy, it was so soft and squishy. every single part of you was, and he couldn't keep his hands to himself.

he was now rutting into you like an animal in heat, his attention completely on you. "y-you're so pretty, so gorgeous." his whimpered out between breaths.

"f-fuck, love, you feel so good. you feel a-amazing.." with every word he said, you felt yourself get closer and closer to orgasm. his words always did something to you, every whisper of sweet nothings made your pussy clench and your stomach flip.

"baby! ah, k-keep going! harder!" you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him as close as you could. his face was stuffed into your chest, his mouth wrapped around your nipple. the vibrations from his moans made you wanna go insane.

he sucked and licked each one, drooling all over you. "a-as you wish." he pulled away and propped himself up, hammering into your beat pussy. the whole new angle had you arching your back and moving your hips with him.

"fuck, fuck, fuck baby- keep going! i-i'm so close!" he bit his lip trying his best not to cum to soon. he hooked his hands behind your shoulders, pushing you down onto his cock every time he thrusts.

"mm- ah! f-fremi!" your body locked, legs shaking as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. you squeezed him so tight too, he couldn't take it anymore!

"c-cumming!" he managed to blurt out, groaning as he held you even tighter. "a-ah! (n-name)! fuck, g-good girl! you're s-such a good girl!" he was speaking nonsense, praises leaving his mouth left and right.

his thrusts slowed, coming to a stop. he laid there with you for a moment, catching his breath. he didn't want to pull out either, he wanted to stay inside you, maybe even fall asleep like that.

he kissed your cheek and regained his composure, admiring the mess he made of you. "you alright, my love?" he asked, breathless. the sight of you beneath him like this made him wanna go for a round two.

"yeah.. that was really good." you smiled up at him and sighed heavily, staring back at him. this was probably the best fuck he's ever given you. not saying that the other times were bad, though.

"i'm really tired, baby. can we.. just fall asleep like this?" he questioned, his head laying on your chest. he looked so cute like that, his big blue eyes meeting your gaze. the way he could switch between so dominant, and immediately to a cute shy boy surprised you.

"of course. anything you want." he smiled and turned you both to your sides, snuggling closer to you.

"i love you so much, my baby" you whispered to him, running your hands through his soft blonde locks.

"i love you too..." he whispered back, already sleepy from the fucking he gave you.

#genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #inc0gnitobrowser #freminet #freminet x reader #freminet genshin #genshin impact freminet #freminet smut

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mrsoharaa · 3 months

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˚₊ ‧ ꒰ა🤍x🖤 ໒꒱ ‧ ₊˚

-` MDNI +18 CONTENT; Slight sexting(?), facetime teasing(?), doggystyle, face shoving, satosugu (x reader), sub!gojo, dom!geto, slightly mean geto (towards gojo) if I missed anything please let me know! '-

Receiving a lascivious pic of Satoru wearing his blindfold, hands tied behind his back and bent forward while Suguru pushes his head down into the foamy mattress beneath him, hips roughly connected with a text beneath it saying "He's been mouthing off to me all day today, it was quite a nuisance...come get your man 🙄" had taken you by surprise, was an understatement.

But you can't help but emit such a small giggle, one that brewed with immense amusement and titillating arousal seeping into your fluttering stomach. You'd nibble softly onto your bottom lip, squishing your thighs together to prevent any excess wetness to pool out from your thin panties. Your fingers hastily roll over the keyboard, all while admiring the filthy image flaunting on your screen.

"I mean this is SATORU we are talking about Suguru...plus, he's your man too (he was your man first babe btw) 😘 and it looks like you're doing a splendid job of putting him in his place (shutting him up lmao). Good job, much applause 🤗👏" another giggle erupts from your lips, a warm tingling feeling searing into your body.

Suguru couldn't help the growing smile seaming onto his cheeks, while holding the phone close to him and typing away, he couldn't help but roll his hips rhythmically into Satoru with a collecting, precise tandem. Earning a few muffled groans and hisses in between thick sheets and fluffed pillows.

"Haha, you're absolutely right angel...and thank you, apparently he likes to be folded over and stuffed...also, keep on with the praising, I think it's doing something for the both of us pretty girl 🖤" the grin on Suguru's face continued to widen, a wave of heat flourishes across his perfectly silky skin. A clash of hounding arousal swimming directly to his hips, bucking them into Satoru that much deeper, harder.

God, how much you've missed your two idiots. And how much they've missed you.

Even away on tedious missions, they knew how to stir up the unwavered feelings that swells inside of you with insatiable temptation and longing. Especially with Suguru's way of words.

"Oh? is the great polite and suave Suguru begging me to throw in some more praises? 👀" Sent. A cheeky smirk stains your cheeks, thighs growing warm, pushing more intently against each other.

Suguru exhales a deep, collective baritone chuckle, typing away on his glowing device in his clasp. How cute, he thinks, and ever so bold of you.

"Keep it up sweetheart and I'll show you just how "polite" I'll be once I return from this mission...but yes" a low groan simmers deep at Suguru's chest, the tightening feeling of Satoru's hole snugging around his throbbing length oh so deliciously, hips rocking back into Suguru with dire desperation and need.

And as Satoru tears his pretty, sweaty messy face that coated with nothing but a gaudy expression, moving along with Suguru's hand deeply entangled through his soft snow tresses, Suguru's phone began to ring. The familiar tune of facetime bouncing through the darken room, into their ears.

"Ah, just in time, here look Satoru, tell your pretty wife how snarky you were being today" Suguru leans forward to Satoru's level, pressing onto the green answering button and angling the phone to his fucked out expression to be met with your luminous face on the other side of the screen.

Glossed over eyes of olympic blue hazes over towards the brighten screen, a streak of drool streaming down the corners of his polished lips.

"Oh Toru, always being the snarky smart ass...now look where that got you" you clicked your teeth, a tender, playful smile knitting on your face.

"N-No...Suguru's jus' m-mean and s-spiteful" Satoru manages to spur words, voice lilt with overstimulation and bliss. Pretty eyes rolling back into the foggy mess of his head, grunting more heavily with a impervious smack of Suguru's hips slapping into him with a piercing thrust. Shoving his head back down into the drenched fabric of the foamy pillows with a ruthless motion, forcing his back into a deep arch as much as he could, to take in all of Suguru's thick length.

A feeble, low chortle pitters off from your tongue from over the phone, watching the intensity in Suguru's pace accelerate more rapidly with each ravenous thrust. You bring your left hand up to gently nibble onto your pointing finger nail, soaking in the delightful sight of Satoru getting his back literally blown out by a surprisingly calm and sweetened Suguru. The image of Suguru's handsome face coming into view.

"You're being mean Sugu" you smile graciously, he scoffs with a pulling smile in return, gazing down at the moaning mess of a man withering below him.

"No, he's just being mouthy brat" Suguru inhales a breath, slurring out a slipped swear from his flushed lips as he feels Satoru's walls clench around him, insinuating a sensational heat to blossom in the pit of your stomach. Still softly chewing onto your bottom lip, you were finally met those beautiful pair of byzantium. A lulling familiar grin festering against his lips, followed by a weighted breath.

"So...about those praises my love, want to help your loving husbands out, hm?"

Oh, how could you say no to them?

#this was only meant to be a sentence or two long LOL #I get so carried awayyy sometimes fagaegsdfg😭😖#but it was worth it <3 #love to make Satoru pay for his snarky tongue <3 #satosugu x reader #satosugu #geto suguru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk

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shawtuzi · 2 years

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i got not one, not two, not three but FOUR requests asking for more plug!connie so y’all already know i had to this for the girlies

this is 18+///cw include: smut, some fluff, drug usage, black coded reader

- plug!connie is one of those boyfriends that people assume don’t exist because he treats you like you’re his entire world he is just that perfect

- unlike eren, connie loves having you hit the block with him. it’s sorta risky yes but he’d rather have his passenger princess sitting oh so prettily next to him instead of being by himself

- expect to do a lot of shotgunning with him!!! he loves hearing the tiny whimpers that escape your glossed up lips when he teases you just the smallest bit, nibbling on your bottom lip or even going as far as to suck on it

- okay now hear me out i don’t see plug!connie wearing grills BUT i can see him wearing tooth jewelry more specifically a tiny cross made of diamonds on one of his top canine teeth

- speaking of jewelry plug!connie wasn’t and still isn’t into it fr but he will wear the diamond cuban link chain you bought for him till the day he dies. he would’ve worn it either way if it was fake and turned his neck green he doesn’t care he just wants to please you and make you happy </3

- plug!connie lives to please you and make sure you are as happy and content as can be. basically if something isn’t going your way he will do everything in his power to make it work out and if he can’t then it bothers the living shit outta him because if his girlfriend can’t get exactly what she wants then what’s the point of living??? baby boy hates seeing you sad or in distress

- plug!connie is thee number one hype man. it doesn’t matter if it’s something as small as trying out a new lash style or nail shape he will make sure you know you look tf good

- “i’m back con!” you called out kicking your shoes off at the door. connie was up in a flash itching to give you a greeting kiss. he gave you one, two, three pecks on the lips before noticing something was… off. “something’s different about you….” his hands were still glued to your cheeks squishing them together. “new eyelashes? they look different than the ones you usually get.” he was right on the money chile you switched out your usual doll styled lashes for staggered ones. “yeah how’d you know?” you giggled prying his hands of your face. he wrapped his arms around your waist giving you a sly smile, “baby, your face is all i think about of course i’d notice.” *screams*

- his stroke game is on another level it’s actually sickening. he knows your body very very well. he knows exactly when to change his pace and the power of his thrusts because all that’s really on his mind is your pleasure. if connie had to choose his preferred position it would be missionary but don’t get him wrong he loves backshots just as much

- “con-nie” you whined digging your acrylics into his flexing biceps. connie chuckled above you wrapping a hand around your throat, “shit you close ma? yeah i know you are- fuck squeezin’ me so damn good. love this fucking pussy, love you even more.” when he felt you were about to cum he sat up on his knees before grabbing onto you waist and fucking into you until you soaked his dick and the bedsheets in your cum

- sometimes he’ll randomly wake you up by showering you in $50 and $100 bills just because he can. “con what are you doing” you sighed cracking an eye open to see your giddy boyfriend kneeling over you with a stack of money in his hand. “waking you up obviously what else would i be doin. now if you hurry up and give me my good morning kiss i’ll take you to sephora.”

- king of smoking a blunt while you suck him off. between your plump lips wrapped around his dick and the effects from the weed homeboy was in heaven. he’s not much of a head pusher when he’s like this, nah he’ll let you go the pace you want because if he’s lucky enough you’ll put your shyness aside and dirty talk him into an orgasm

- “you gonna cum honey?” you purred stroking his dick with both hands. your lips and chin were coated in saliva and precum but you didn’t bother wiping your face knowing he liked his head wet and sloppy. “god damn if you keep doing that ima cum right now” he rasped taking a hit of the blunt. by now connie was completely gone, his eyes were rolled back and his head was lolled against the couch moans slipping from his parted lips. “that’s right suck me good make daddy cum” connie grunted setting his free hand on your bobbing head. oh how you loved giving plug!connie head <3

- plug!connies love language is words of affirmation without a doubt so make sure you let baby boy know you love him and appreciate him and give him lots of praise

@wintershading this one’s for u girl i hope you enjoyed reading it <3333

#connie springer #connie smut #connie springer smut #connie springer imagine #aot connie #connie springer fluff #aot smut #aot imagines #attack on titan imagine #attack on titan smut #connie <3 #my writing

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letterstotheflre · 3 years

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quiet my fears with the touch of your hand

summary: taking care of peter's wounds always ends the same way. [andrew gardfield's spiderman x reader]

warnings: mutual masturbation (handjob and fingering), slight cum play? (technically also spit? idk if it counts)

18+ ONLY || MINORS DON'T INTERACT OR I'LL BLOCK YOU

word count: 1.3k

a/n: I'M OBSESSED WITH ANDREW'S PETER PARKER AND WHAT ABOUT IT?? this came to me after i watched that scene in the first tasm movie lol. in this, you and peter are in university (around 22 years old, let’s pretend people in their 20s care about nerds and bullys). also, there's no nwh spoilers in this, so everyone can read it.

“You’re an idiot,” you scold, tenderly cleaning the small cut on his chin from his fight with Flash.

Peter hisses when the alcohol seeps into the wound, almost throwing his head back against the mirror in pain but your grip on his jaw keeps him in place.

“Mmm, actually, I’m pretty smart,” he says, settling his hands on your waist and pulling you between his legs. “Top of the class, even.”

You roll your eyes, dumping the cotton on the sink and opening up a bandaid. “Not street smart enough, apparently,” you quip back, a small smirk on your lips, then drop it back to a frown. You put the bandaid on and cup his face. “Honestly, what were you thinking?”

“That Flash needed to be humbled a little. You know,” he shrugs, “show him not all nerds won’t fight back.” At your blank look, he grabs your face and squishes your cheeks. “C’mon, don’t look at me like that,” he pouts, cocking his head to the side.

“It’s a stupid reason,” you say.

“Mhm,” he hums.

“He broke your camera,” he hums again, shrugging one shoulder disinterestedly. He can fix it himself later. “You know I worry about you,” you continue. Peter hums once more, this time fighting back a smile. What can he say? He likes to know you care about him. “And you’re hurt.”

“Mhm, I am. Will you kiss it better?”

You huff out an irritated breath. Peter laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’re unbelievable,” you shake your head.

“You’re my nurse!” he chuckles, tilting your head back so you can look him in the eye. Childishly, he says, “Won’t you please make my booboo better?”

You try to pull away but he holds on to your face, shaking his head. “No, no, come here,” and he leans down to kiss you. Out of sheer stubbornness, you continue to struggle, but soon enough your body melts into his. You sag against him, one of your hands resting on his leg as leverage while the other goes to the back of his head and pulls on his hair.

He groans into your mouth, leaving the kiss in favour of trailing his lips down your neck. You sigh in pleasure, his sloppy pecks and nibbles making your tummy flutter nicely, a warmth seeping into your core that makes you a little fuzzy.

Your hand on his leg moves up slowly, teasingly. You reach his crotch at the same time his hand sneaks underneath your skirt, barely skirting your underwear, but it’s enough for you to whine desperately.

“Will you make it better, baby?” Peter mumbles into your skin, his hot breath making you shiver. You palm him through his jeans, feeling him harden with your simple touch. With shaky hands, you unbuckle his belt, your knees almost buckling when Peter rubs your clit through your panties. He smirks against your neck when the fabric gets wetter.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, running your nails over his stomach. His muscles flex, a low moan coming out of Peter’s mouth.

“Don’t tease,” he groans.

“You’re teasing me, too,” you chuckle, kissing his jaw and nipping it. You unzip his jeans, sneaking your fingers under the band of his boxers and running the soft pads of your fingers along his cock. Peter twitches at your delicate caress; desperate for more.

With an impatient huff, Peter moves your underwear to the side and runs his fingers between your glistening folds, coating them in your arousal, then slowly pushing two of them inside you. Your breath hitches at the slight burn, his fingers stretching you as he thrusts them. You rest your forehead against his, biting your lip to prevent the whine that threatens to leave your mouth from coming out.

Peter raises his hips to help you pull down his underwear, his cock finally springing free of its confines and hitting his stomach. “Shit,” he curses when you grab him. “Gimme your hand.”

You do as he says, looking through hooded eyes as he brings it closer to his mouth and runs his tongue all over it. It’s a lewd sight, your boyfriend covering your hand with his spit while he fingers you, but it’s so hot that you can’t help but moan. Loudly.

He gives you a nod and you grab his cock again, pumping him slowly and thumbing the slit whenever you reach the tip. He moans and throws his head back, the mirror rattling from the impact, but neither of you cares too much.

You gasp when Peter curls his fingers, pushing them to his knuckles and feeling a new wave of slick coating them. You grab the back of his neck with a shuddering moan, tightening your grip around his cock.

“So good, baby, you’re so good,” he moans, tilting down his head and bumping your jaw with his nose. He kisses underneath it, going up to your chin before kissing your lips deeply, drinking in all the pretty sounds you make for him.

Your pussy flutters around his fingers, your body eagerly receiving his praise. “I’m close,” you whimper into his mouth. He can tell, you’re practically squeezing the life out of his fingers, your pussy clinging to them and trying to keep them snug inside you.

Peter pulls your lower lip between his teeth, his thumb now rubbing circles on your clit. You’re so wet for him it’s slippery, but the effect he has on you drives him mad. “I know, baby, I know,” he coos hoarsely, his ears ringing with the wet sounds your pussy makes. “But hold it for me, yeah? I want to cum with you.”

You nod shakily, focusing on bringing Peter to the edge. You mimic the pace he fucks you with, biting and kissing along his neck, letting your other hand explore his torso under his t-shirt.

Peter takes hold of the roots of your hair, pulling you away from him. “Look at me,” he groans. Your lips are parted as you gaze at him, scanning your eyes over the purple bruise on his cheek and the cut on his chin, before finding a home in Peter’s chocolate ones. “You can let go, c’mon. Y’can do it, give it to me, baby.”

You come undone together– Peter twitching in your hand and covering it in white spurts with a beautiful whimper, and you falling against Peter, your legs shaking as you moan brokenly. He holds you tightly, the hand on your back coaxing you while he helps you ride your orgasm out.

You hide your face in his chest as you catch your breath, Peter tucking his head in the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply. He takes in your perfume– the hints of jasmine filling his nostrils and making him relax even more, the previous tension in his shoulders evaporating completely.

With slow and gentle movements, he pulls out his fingers, shushing you when you whine. He taps your wrist and leans completely against the mirror, keeping you from slumping down with a tight grip on your hip.

Already knowing what he wants, you bring your hand up to his mouth, Peter doing the same with his. He pokes his tongue out and licks your fingers, cleaning up the mess he made. He makes sure there’s no residue left behind, looking into your eyes as he runs his tongue over the back of your hand, grinning at the slight blush on your face.

“Your turn,” he says once he’s done, tapping his still wet fingers on your lips. You take them into your mouth and suck on them, running the flat of your tongue under the pads of his index and middle fingers with a content hum, your eyes falling shut as you clean him.

Even when there’s no more cum to clean up, you keep sucking on them, holding on to his wrist like a lifeline. Peter cups the back of your head and kisses your forehead, mumbling a “good girl” and tucking you under his chin.

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1tad0ri · 4 years

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what abt gojo taking reader’s virginity ;))

warning: virgin!reader, praising, fingering, eating out, penetration, mild overstimulation

gojou satoru x fem!reader

say less, this man owns my entire heart

“how are you doing?”

the question would’ve been almost cute if he wasn’t knuckle deep in your cunt, two fingers curling with seemingly no rhyme or reason to your hazed brain, but somehow working—yes, they were definitely working. it was the fact that he didn’t even look like he was remotely trying but was still somehow getting results that really got you—you don’t know why you expected anything less from him.

satoru’s lips wrapped around your clit, sucking, the feeling sharp yet... warm? the unfamiliar sensation made you hiss.

the top of a third finger nudged your entrance, slowly, carefully pushing in—the stretch; you didn’t know how much more you could take. your hips bucked against him, you throwing one of your legs over his shoulder and wrapping around his back to push his face closer, the flat of his tongue pressing on you. (not that you had much say in the matter anyway; the arm locked around your thigh pulling you closer to him wouldn’t let you get very far even if you did try to move away.)

“my god, satoru—” you propped yourself up on your forearm and then promptly let yourself fall back onto the pillow, face burning at the sight. even with his blindfold on, you could tell he was watching you, looking smug, attention focused so fully on your aching core. oh god, this was embarrassing—

“you were taking too long to answer,” he mused, mouth pulling back from your pussy enough to talk, fingers still pumping in and out. the third finger was working its way in still, the fit tight but he knew you could take it. of course you could.

“so?” his eyes flicked back up to yours behind his blindfold. “how are you doing?”

it was hard to talk aside from your irregular pants and you tilted your head up to look at the ceiling, trying to slow the racing beats of your heart. you nodded, swallowing. “good,” you managed out, then sucked in a harsh breath, “very good.”

“that’s my baby. so proud of you.” third finger in, he watched your face, allowing you to adjust, and when you didn’t protest, he curled it tentatively. the sharp rise and fall of your chest at the action spurred him to continue, stretching you further, your walls squeezing his fingers. “you’re doing so well.” a light kiss to your clit made you gasp—he was having way too much fun.

your slick dripped down his hand, perfectly matching the wet sound of him fucking his fingers into you. your leg pressed down more on his back—you didn’t know what to do, squirming in place, wanting more yet still barely handling what he was already giving you.

“do you think you’re ready?” satoru asked after a moment, voice soft—the vibration of him talking so close to your folds did not help though and you ran a hand down to grip at his hair.

“i think...,” a pant when his fingers bumped against you just right and you had to resist screaming from how he was going to drive you insane at this rate, “i think i am.”

that was all the confirmation he needed before he removed his fingers. you didn’t even get the chance to mewl in protest before his tongue replaced the digits, pushing itself into your still tight hole, flicking against your sensitive spot and fucking you.

“satoru, fuck, oh my god— satoru.”

and then he was pulling back again, tongue running up and down your folds and lapping up your juices before he sat back to observe you.

towering over your form spread before him, satoru decided that waiting for this moment was worth the pretty sight. “good girl.” he squeezed your thigh reassuringly, letting you catch your breath, and then setting about ridding himself of the remaining pieces of fabric.

his blindfold discarded to the side, you didn’t even have it in you to be embarrassed when he shoved his boxers down, cock bouncing free. you were already thinking about how it would feel, caught up in the lust of the moment. things were hazy... so sharply realistic yet mixing with the muddled euphoria from all of his touches from before.

satoru settled back between your legs, lifting them up around his waist. you automatically locked them around him, drawing him close enough that you could feel his cock bump against your clit as he tried to get comfortable. the sensation alone filled you with shockwaves of electricity and you wriggled against him, impatient.

he leaned over you, forearms planted on either side of your head, and carefully guided his cock to run against your folds. you reached up to wrap your arms around his neck and pull his chest flush to yours, tits pressing against his front.

“please,” you murmured, forehead against his and eyes squeezed shut, “want you. so bad.”

“fuck, so pretty just for me, aren’t you?” smiling, he moved to kiss your neck and the simple touch made you shiver. “so impatient.”

you pulled at his hair, brows furrowed and face hot. “shut up.”

satoru kissed the corner of your mouth and then nibbled at the area. “you’re so cute like this. so pretty—ow.” another tug at his hair made him ease up on the teasing (plus he had to admit he was ready to finally do this too).

“okay, okay. i’m going to take of you, baby. going to take care of you so good.” he breathed in, touch reassuring where it rubbed circles into your sides. “okay?” satoru pressed his lips to your cheek when you nodded, steeling yourself. “just tell me if you ever want to... stoppp—fu...ck,” the end of his sentence mixed together into a groan as he started to sink into you, cock stiff and hot. he was so careful, so slow, you almost wouldn’t think he wanted to fuck you into the mattress right now. nails against his back, you buried your face into his neck, breathing heavy.

“don’t stop.” the words spilled out of you when he tried to give you time to adjust, your legs pushing him in further. “god, do not stop.” your lips tickled against his skin and he pressed his forehead into the pillow beside you—you were so fucking tight. all for him. completely his.

as he eventually bottomed out after what felt like an eternity, he leaned back to look down at you, your looped arms about his shoulders not letting him go far. “i love you.” his words melted into your mouth when he leaned back down and his lips sucked against yours in a kiss, open mouthed, messy, and so good. hands tangled in his hair, you tilted your head up to meet him with the same fevor.

in between the meager chances he let you take a quick gasp of air before diving back in, you were able to get out your own sentence. “i love—” another wet kiss cut you off. “—you too—” and another. “—so much.”

attention focused on your mouth, satoru began to pull out just the smallest bit and then snap his hips back into yours, relishing the hot breaths you were releasing against his face. hums of contentment and hands flitting all over his hair, head, face, and back trying to find purchase were the responses he got from you as he continued with the shallow thrusts, lengthening them bit by bit until he was pulling almost all the way out to slam back into you.

the vibration of his grunts and moans, knowing you were the reason he was like this, it was too much. the brushing of his cock against the sensitive spot buried deep inside you had you cursing, messy lips and saliva mixing in until you turned your head to the side to breathe, gasping for air.

and then when one of his hands rubbed against your clit before you even realized what was happening, you clenched around him (earning you a low growl from him as you squeezed his cock even tighter than before), gritting your teeth. somehow he knew exactly what to do to get a rise out of you, even if this was your first time.

“are you going to cum for me, baby?” teasing yet lust-driven, his words went straight to the coil building up in your stomach, your whole body hot as he nipped at your neck and you took shuddering breaths.

“y... yes,” the broken word fell from your lips, throat suddenly sore from the tension, “please make me cu... ah,” he pressed down on your clit at just the right angle, rubbing in a perfect circle—god, so perfect, “please, just—”

satoru soothed you with quiet coos, capturing your lips once more. it wasn’t long until you completely let yourself go, slick coating his cock as you saw stars and the pressure released from within you.

“i’m almost... there...” he gasped against you, hips snapping against yours as he continued to fuck into you. the overstimulation was so good, fuck, you didn’t want to come down from your high. the feeling of his chest tensing up against you as he came had you clinging to his back all over again, muscles taunt under your touch.

it took a while for both of you to calm down, sweaty foreheads pressed together, breaths mixing and lips brushing.

when he could finally speak, satoru brought his hand up to cup your face and he pressed a kiss to your lips, one that was a sharp contrast to the unhinged nature of the ones previous. “i love you. you were so good.” satoru squished your cheek, laughing a little. “love you so much.”

you nodded, feeling feverish, still burning from the thrill, and leaned up to kiss him again, drawing him down into a slow, smooth lapping of mouths against one another. “i love you too.”

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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harry would be such a soft dom with bloody hard kinks and he’d say things like “oh baby, i’m going to have to punish you for this and it’s going to hurt, but i’ll kiss you all better after i promise” iM MELTING/-?!?,?

I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHAT I WROTE BUT I JUST KNOW ITS FILTHY AND FLUFFY

Harry never knew he’d be such a kinky sneak.

He loved having sex. With consent, of both parties and he had quite an edge for exploring his own sexual desires and particular holes— if you know, you know.

With Y/N out of his picture (he wishes he’d have met her before). He never had emotional attachments with his fuck buddies, no-cuddling rule was very stony and staying after a nice fuck however was a fat chance.

He didn’t expect himself to be budded with flowers whose each petal blossomed gradually, when he met Y/N. She had all his firsts with him and he felt terribly cherished, that she gave her kind little heart to him and trusted him with it.

He has promised himself to never break it, whatever it takes him too.

When Y/N bugged him about kinks and rough sexual plays. He was hesitant to say least, walking on eggshells with easing her into it because she was just too delicate and precious for him to hurt her for getting out a blasting orgasm he could simply have by teasing her to tears and then having an amazing sex afterwards. (with Y/N he worries alot, hands diligent and tentative to her needs and limits, eyes conscious of her presence).

Y/N being a stubborn pesky menace wouldn’t leave him alone, pouting and grouching in his lap, not listening to him and rebelling just to get a reaction out of him; she just wanted him to roughen her a tad and choke and spank her peachy bum sore.

The first time. He lavished her to teary cheeks, swollen pink hued lips, and marked her body with purples and rosy lovebites—... it was heaven sent on earth for Y/N.

She felt small, secured and overly shy as Harry took pictures of her tangled in silk sheets of their bed mumbling a ‘mine.’ Under his breath and everytime she remembers the night it sends jitters down her thighs making them clench to shut down the throb in her core.

He fucked her rough and hard, holding onto her hips to leave guaranteed bruises of his grip on her when her limbs gave out sinking her into the pillows, he pounded inside her with deep strokes grinding his pelvis against her sensitive clitoris everytime he bottom out snug insid her, gritting with her face squished in his palm, “Yeah? Can’t take it babylove? Too bad,” He tutted, a knowing smirk adorned his sheeny features, “Gonna use ya however I want.” It was a last nibble to Y/N's sanity turning her into a massive puddle of loud needy moans, gushing on his cock and gasping out in surprise when he slid his fingers against her throbbing clit and circled it in calculated lazy pushes.

Riding his thigh. She’d always bury her face in his neck, palms pressed gently to his dense torso and always chase for his kisses when Harry’s fingers that once plays with the baby hair on the nape of her neck – spreads and slips into her hair and yanks her away from his chest and his palm draws and wraps around her throat— having his pressure known but never squeezing it too grimly.

“Choke me, please?” She’d pant, meek whines eliciting through her parted mouth when Harry thrusts his meaty thigh up into her cunt -- feeling her incredibly soaked and sticky panties gliding aside out of his little mindless action.

“My baby wan' me to choke her? Likes daddy’s hands too much, innit pet? Playing with yer soft pussy and yer pretty tits ... likes it when they mark your cute bum, mine?” He’d whisper, squeezing tightly and firmly enough to get her eyes rolling to the back of skull and her pace faster, nibbling onto her pouty lip suckling kisses and pecks on it while his hand helps her fuck herself onto his thigh.

Sometimes when they’re watching telly and she’s cradled in his lap, very sleepy and weary sucking onto his fingers – almost falling asleep when Harry pushes his thick digits deeply to nurse the back of his baby’s throat and she'd always whine like a disgruntled kitten, drooling down her chin with yawning whimpers and he’d always tend to her caringly, “Look at you. Sucha messy baby of mine. Lemme clean you up,” His magic cleaning tool always his tongue licking her chin and the corners of her lips until she’s a whimpering and whining mess demanding to have his cock warming her tummy.

He encouraged Y/N to be more familiar with her own body and needs, teaching her how to make herself feel good and not cry out of frustration when he’s away.

It started when he ordered her to play with herself and it was an absolute fruitless insistence because she got caught up into chasing the pleasure and that cloudy trip instead of relaxing and enjoying herself -- which melted her into a squirmy huffy mess, only to whine more needily when Harry reached to her rescue. “Lemme show my Angel how to fuck oneself . . . these dainty fingers of yours might not snuggle too deep in, like daddy’s does, tha’s why y'gotta learn to play with yer toys pet. Stuffs y'nice and good.” He crawled atop hers, making his presence known and pinned her hips down with his bicep while smothering kisses into the inside of her quivering thighs, her centre getting slicker and slicker with his warm daunting mouth reaching her swollen folds.

Instead of making her learn he ravished her into a proper crying mess with his tongue and his steady hand wrapped around her wrists guiding her fingers in and out of her with an abrupt speed.

Her punishments used to be nominal. He’d be damned if she ended up bruised awfully, because he’s very well aware how pudgy and baby like his lovie’s skin is.

She’s such a soft little peach.

Her punishment eased from getting her cummies denied, refused to be touched while Harry pounds into her cunt not empathising with her needy innocent crying (she’s getting better at her game), her wrists restrained to their bedhead with silk ties and he never forgets to make sure it’s not tight enough to stop the blood flow and make her dizzier than she already’s about to get. “Gonna tell me when ‘s too uncomfy, yeah baby?”, to getting vibrators slipped inside her hole when she acts bratty before going somewhere and all her mind could blur onto is harryharryharry, pushing her into such an intense and needy and clingy heads pace “Oh petal this ones going to hurt your poor bum, did this t'yourself. Good girls don’t get punished d'they now pet?” to getting her asscheeks spanked pink and blushy with whites imprints of his thick lengthy fingers and large palm round the globes of her bum.

Taking care of her afterwards with clean gentle cool baby wipes, “Shhh. Shh moppet knows your little clit's too sensitive, but couldn’t let you go t’sleep all messy now could I?” He’d coo, shushing her whimpers and kissing her knees swiping the drip of gooey cum oozing down her slit, then takes care of her bum, coating a good amount of soothing creams and aloevera gels to calm the sting knowing she'd be very grump in morning and batty with him when all she did is wiggle and shift while taking her online classes and didn’t hear the single damn thing her professor said.

Things only Harry could do to Y/N.

She loves taking part in his kinks as much as he does.

#dom!h x sub!reader #dom!h x sub!y/n #dom harry x subby y/n #dom harry #harry styles fanfic #harry styles blurb #harry styles smut #harry smut #harry styles fanfiction #harry angst #harry styles #cute harry #fluff #hsh

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andysbubba · 3 years

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four's company

-> it was stupid to flirt around knowing ari's had his eyes on you the whole time. it was stupid(er) to think that there wouldn't be any consequences.

Warnings: STRICTLY 18+ ONLY. 883 words of just smut, ari being a ruthless, mean daddy, ransom being a huge tease and andy trying his best to be mean to you. also other filth such as face slapping (!!!), pussy spanking, choking, degradation, 'slut'. oh yeah this is definitely my filthiest short fic as of this moment. oh did I also mention that this is a foursome?

Author's note: ++ This is my submission for the Shameless Hoes For Chris 2021 Challenge hosted by @navybrat817 and @stargazingfangirl18 !

prompts: CEO(s) AU

"You'll be lucky if you can sit for a week by the time I'm we're done with you."

"It's cute that you think you have a choice."

characters: Andy Barber, Ari Levinson and Ransom Drysdale [but make them the Thrombey brothers]

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You had no idea how you ended up here. Skin bare against the cold, chill air. Your skin pebbled, goosebumps forming as your head falls back against Ransom’s chest.

Them— the top three of New York’s most eligible bachelors, the three heirs to Thrombey Enterprises. It’s a wonder how you’ve completely caught the eye of the three brothers- Ari, Ransom and Andy. They’ve played you right into the palm of their hands, and you’ve never truly left.

You could feel Ari’s stare, his gaze heavy as he stands in front of the massive bed. The oldest Thrombey in the room is set on punishing you.

And he’s got his brothers to do his dirty work for him.

Andy climbs up the bed, settling right beside you, fingers inching towards where you need him the most. Ransom’s holding your legs apart with his own thick thighs, one hand holding your wrists behind you as he kisses down your jaw. It’s a filthy sight— you shiver at the thought of Ari and Andy having a clear view of your dripping cunt.

“You made Ari mad, sweetheart,” Andy drawls, leaning in as he presses his lips against yours, before the kisses trail down your neck and to your collarbones. “What shall we do about that?”

Your hips shifts in Ransom’s lap, itching for the slightest bit of friction. “Please. ‘m sorry, Ari.” You whine hopelessly.

“Shoulda thought about that before you went on and flirt with some nobody right in front of me, huh?” Ari’s got a sinister look on his face, one that sends shivers running down your spine.

“Pretty girl,” You could practically feel Ransom’s smirk against your skin. “You just had to be so greedy.” His fingers runs up to your breasts, tweaking your nipples with his thumb as his tongue brushes over your ear. He pinches the bud between his fingers, pulling hard enough just to make you putty in his hands. “The three of us ain’t enough for ya?”

“Ran—” Your whine was cut off by your own whimper as Ransom tugged on your nipples just as he gently nibbles on your ear.

Andy’s hands is everywhere, but never where you were actually desperate for his touch. “How are we gonna get this through your pretty little head, sweetheart?” His hands grips your jaw, forcing your cheeks to squish and somehow making you feel even more powerless and pathetic under them. “You’re ours.”

“Please, Andy.” Usually, your doe eyes and that soft tone would’ve been enough to make Andy just a little less ruthless.

As tempting as it was, Andy’s made a promise to his big brother to not give in to you.

Andy tilts his head as he gazes up at you, a sinful smirk forming on his lips as he rolls up the sleeves of his shirt. He'd already loosened up the top two buttons earlier on. "It's cute that you think you have a choice." He wraps his arms under your thighs, pulling you down a little lower down the bed in a split second before he’s spreading your legs wider. Andy’s lips curl at the sight. “Look at that, Ari. The slut's fuckin' soaked.”

Ransom lets go of your wrists, only to bring his fingers towards your cunt, exposing your parts even more to his brothers. Your cheeks burn in shame at how they glance down at you, but you barely registered it when there’s two loud cracks— closely followed by a sharp pain on your pussy.

Your hips jerk, whimpering at the pain as you fisted the sheets. “Fuck!”

“Awh, I can feel your pussy drippin’, angel.” Ransom mutters, fake sympathy in his tone even though he’s reveling in your pain.

Your hand reaches down, fingers wrapping around his wrists, a weak attempt to push him away. A low moan leaves your lips at the sharp pain laced with pleasure as he drops a few more consecutive hits. You felt the pain of Ransom’s rings directly hitting your clit every single time before you even registered the next slap.

“Harder, Ransom.” Ari orders. You don’t even have to open your eyes to know that he never took his eyes off you.

“No— no more, please, daddy. ‘m sorry,” Your fingers dig into Ransom’s thigh, hips writhing against the sheets as you try to shift away from his palm.

Ari comes up beside you on the bed, one hand wrapping around your neck as he pulls you towards him. His hand tightens around your neck as you look up at him in a daze. “You either shut up and take it or I’m goin' to take over. And you know I won’t be as nice as Ran’s being. You hear me?”

You left his question unanswered as you stare up at him and there’s a loud slap as his palm hits you on the cheek. “Don’t go all dumb on me now, slut.”

You wince at the pain, letting out a whine at the sting even though it almost had you begging for more. “Yes sir.”

Ransom leans up close to your ear, lips brushing against your earlobe. It's scary how the simple act was enough to make you lose your mind. "You'll be lucky if you can sit for a week by the time we're done with you."

i originally wanted to post this for my birthday like two days ago but i ended up sleeping for the whole of tuesday (don’t ask) and i kinda missed my own birthday? ANYWAYS— i’m happy to finally have this filth out <3

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thank you for reading lovelies! likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated ❤️

-honey<33

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sailorhyunjinz · 3 years

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~ 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 ~

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 ; Chan x fem!reader, slight choking, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it bitch), exhibitionism, clitoral stimulation, fingering, nicknames, thigh,,, rubbing?, nipple play, dirty talk, cum, orgasm (m/f), getting caught oop.

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ; 2,4 k

𝘙𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 ; yes yes!! thank you anon!! this is my last request as well heh

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦 ; another song that is very dear to my heart,,, although for a kinda sad reason but we wont get into that lmao-

also i laughed while writing this because idk some of the descriptions are like,,, SO FUCKING WEIRD I DONT KNOW WHAT THIS IS

23. “Should I be quiet?” ; The Neighbourhood - Nervous

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥.

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 18.

The small room was rather dark, only the moonlight reflecting it’s light through the window as the four walls were filled with small snores and the occasional turning of the blankets. That wasn’t coming from just your boyfriend that lied next to you in a peaceful slumber but the three other boys that had passed out in the room after watching a movie. You sighed, this wasn’t the most appropriate time to be needy but there was nothing you could do about it. No matter how much you turned and twisted the lewd thoughts stuck to your head like gum to the sole of a shoe.

You looked at Chan, his slow breath tickled against your face, his face slightly puffy from all the snacks he ate before bed, his cheek squished against the pillow and you felt bad for thinking such sinful thoughts about him when he was right beside you. You scooted closer to him, unknowingly rubbing against his thigh and not letting your eyes divert from his face for even a split second, heart thumping at the thought that he could wake up at any moment. You let out a tiny whimper, biting your lip and coating it with a sheen of saliva, your face and ears heating up as the gain of friction between your clothed dripping cunt and his bare thigh got to you. Waking him up would just be mean, he worked so hard during the day so surely he deserved a good nights rest but at the same time,,, maybe he needed a way to relieve his stress?

The sensation was just too good, you quickly stripped yourself from your pyjama pants, leaving you in Chan’s oversized shirt and your soaking panties that were sticking to your wet folds, a little patch of slick staining them. Before you knew it you were back to humping his leg like a desperate puppy, just a little longer and then you’ll stop and sleep like you were supposed to. Wrapping your arms around his torso you rolled your hips upwards, trying to aim all the pleasure towards your clit but not really succeeding, however it did still feel good, the bundle of nerves aching for more, aching for a touch. Frustration built up inside you as you could practically hear your heart beating in your ears from nervousness and arousal, you really didn’t want to wake him up.

“Please fuck me Channie~" you whispered weakly, hoping he didn’t hear it or anyone else in that room for that matter. You held one hand over your mouth as the pleasure got too intense, movements getting bolder as you grinded against his relaxed thigh, moving your hips from side to side sometimes and squirming around, your forehead creased, muscles on edge. Maybe the thrill turned you on even more? And even if this was good enough you craved more, maybe you wanted more thrill. You halted your movements before you poked him on the shoulder but got no response, him lying as still as a log, only his chest rising slowly, lungs filling with air. You sighed, there was no use you thought until he grunted lowly, stretching his arms and furrowing his eyebrows, you hurried to turn around, back against him as you shut your eyes tightly, pretending to sleep.

“Baby?” he said in a deep raspy voice, confused as to what your whimpers from earlier were coming from.

“Y-yeah?” you whispered back, turning back to him and acting sleepy, eyes half-closed. He chuckled slightly and you heightened your eyebrows in perplexity, wondering what he was smiling about.

“You know I heard everything?” he said, eyes still closed as he mumbled, his sly smirk still on his lifeless lips. Your eyes widened, your figure froze in shock, with a fake laugh you tried to cover up the situation.

“H-heard what? Did something happen?” you lied, caught off guard by his answer.

“I don’t know,,, all I heard was someone asking to fuck me” he said, almost bursting into laughter as he opened his eyes slowly, seeing your priceless expression. You shy away from him, wanting to sink under the surface of the earth but just as you wanted to turn around and forget about every single thought in your mind you felt his warm hands traveling from your clothed chest to your abdomen and ultimately your cunt, hand slipping under the elastic band of your panties with fingers that inspect the soppiness between your legs. You moan at the sudden contact, pressing your thighs together.

“Shh,,, easy now, you’re so wet, hm? What were you thinking about?” he says lowly close to your ear, hot breath bouncing off the shell of your ear. You scrunch your nose at the ticklish feeling, lifting your shoulder up to your ear and giggling slightly. Chan gives you a peck on the lips before his fingers explore more of your needy sex, his familliar hands lightly grazing your already swollen clit. He rubbed the bud in small circles with two fingers, your hands going down underneath the covers and grabbing his wrist as the speed increased, your breath hitching at the sensation that returned, the start of a deep feeling inside your core.

“e-ehm,,, was thinking about,,, you making me feel good” you whimpered out, too shy to say anything more, your hair covering your face slightly from the way you squirmed around, the bed creaking occasionally.

“Making you feel good? How did I do that?” he said with that grin on his face as if he didn’t know anything, sounding completely innocent despite the scandalous actions that were going on underneath the thin fabric of your panties. You let go of his wrist as he inserted two fingers into your hole, prodding them at your entrance and feeling you clench. It was time to get revenge, he couldn’t just gain pleasure from seeing you weak for him and so your hand gently palmed him through his underwear, earning an unexpected grunt from the boy.

“w-with your dick” you answered to his question in lack of any other answer. His hips bucked against your hand, begging for more with his body and you complied, giving his cock a firm squeeze, moving your hands up from the base towards the tip, teasing it with your thumb. He was becoming rock solid in your hand, cock twitching in your grasp. You giggled, you weren’t the only needy one now.

“Ah yeah? You sure you want to do this here babygirl?” he whispered back to you to which you nodded, his fingers plunging into your hole and curling up towards your g-spot, a well-known sensation spreading throughout your body, his slick-covered fingers playing with your clit again until your squirmed as he touched it directly causing you to flinch. He got on top of you, hovering mere inches from your face and after a long look into your lost moonlit eyes he attached his lips on yours, exhaling unsteadily as your tongues met almost immediately in a romantic daze. Your noses bumped against each other, Chan chuckling momentarily before setting an even pace with his tongue, your small whimpers blending into the sound of lips smacking against each other. Your hands that were previously cupping his cheeks descended down his chest, tugging on the thick band of his boxers but your arms not reaching far enough to pull them off. Your boyfriend smirked, breaking the kiss and moving away from you in order to strip himself from his underwear, leaving him completely exposed to you before he got on top of you again, pulling the covers over him. Before anything else happened you quickly shimmied out of your soaked panties, Chan’s hands lifting up your shirt, exposing the supple valleys of your tits, his hands fondling your boobs right away, thumbs swiping over the already erect nipples. It felt oddly naughty to be doing this with three other boys in the room, being almost completely naked with Chan above you, his lips exploring your neck, leaving small kisses and marks as he nibbled on the skin. You whimpered, your hands tangled in his dark hair as you turned your head to the other side, granting him more access. He got even more worked up by your small sounds that dripped from your lips like sticky sweet honey, you wrapping your legs around his waist causing the base of his cock to press up against your hot cunt, pressing him closer to you because you were hungry for more, the slightest contact would do. Chan left a final kiss on your lips before grabbing the base of his cock and lining it up with your sopping entrance, pushing a strand of hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear.

“a-are you ready, angel?” he murmured close to you, you humming a small yes as the tip of his cock glided against your wet folds, pushing in gently as you pressed your lips together, furrowing your eyebrows at the initial stretch, your tight cunt enveloping his cock between your velvety walls. He groaned at the feeling, pushing into you further and eventually bottoming out, now balls deep into your aching pussy. Your arms were around his head as he started to suck on your nipples, gently rolling his hips after you’ve adjusted to his size, no matter how much he fucked you, his size never failed to fill you up to the brim, making you scratch his back and leave it covered in red streaks.

“fuck,, you feel so good” you moaned a bit too loud, Chan looked up at you in panic, you slapping a hand over your mouth as you peeked at the boys that lied on a pile of cuddles close to you.

“should I be quiet?” you whispered to which Chan nodded.

“what kind of question is that? of course” he whispered back through a clenched jaw, his hips slamming into you faster and harder for each minute. You tried biting the inside of your cheek, your entire body jolting upwards and making the bed creek with every thrust, it was simply impossible to be quiet and neither could Chan that was slowly but surely losing his own pace, a vein on his neck popping out from the composure that was needed to keep quiet. He glanced at the boys that were lying completely still, only a small snore from one of them. You turned your head to the other side, your neck being exposed to him once again, his hand automatically wrapping around your neck snuggly, making the situation a thousand times hotter. Being choked and fucked by your hot boyfriend next to a pile of his friends? Hot.

The mattress moved as he thrusted into you, a slight squelching sound of your dripping cunt being audible to the two of you. You tried holding on to anything in your reach but finally settled for Chan’s back, digging your nails into his skin as you panted, sweat beading on his temples as his thrusts were getting harder, your tits bouncing in the same pace.

“f-fuck, you drive me crazy y/n” he said, tightning the grasp around neck, you pressing the back of your head against the pillow as you clenched around him, a feeling burning in the pit of your core that was only getting closer.

“Channie~ I love you” you whispered, clenching your teeth causing your words to sound almost violent but you meant it in the most loving way possible, he was yours and you were his. He chuckled silently, you seeing the outline of his soft facial features in the dimly lit room, he whispered it back to you, bending down and rubbing the tip of his nose against your sleepy cheeks before pressing a wet kiss near your ear, his hips repeatedly slamming against you and knocking the breath out of you. Your lips parted, a string of whispered pleas escaping them as you clawed at his back, clenching vigoursly and arching your back as your orgasm washed over you uncontrollably, knocking you completely dumb. There was something incredibly hot in seeing your scrunched erotic expression that sent Chan over the edge, your whimpers that were only getting louder and louder being the most beautiful sound in the earth to his ears. His thrusts got sloppier and uneven, pinning your legs to the bed and spreading them further causing you to squirm at the new aim he got, hitting that spot that almost hurt in overstimulation. Being quiet was completely thrown out the window.

He pulled out of your hole, his cock glistening as he grabbed onto the shaft, stroking himself to completion. The hot cum spurted against your boobs in white ribbons, dripping down your heaving chest as you tried to stabilize your breath, your hands by either side of your head. He groaned as he milked himself from every ounce of cum, the angelic view of his lover being covered in his cum almost made him hard again. All energy was consumed from the sweaty boy that plopped down beside you, the weight of the bed shifting as he lied down next to you, grabbing a pillow that had somehow fallen off the bed during the recent activities. He turned to you, you turned your head towards him and smiled before pressing a kiss on his lips, really not wanting to get up and clean up after his mess. You snuggled closer but were caught off guard when you heard a voice behind you.

“yah,,, Chan can really put it down” Changbin said in a deep voice, both you and Chan bolting up and watching the three boys that looked like they were still in a nice slumber.

“you awake?” you asked, thinking that maybe Changbin talked in his sleep.

“we were all awake because how the fuck do you sleep when someone is moaning into your ear” Felix answered, still facing away from you, slurring his words, his mind still not functioning despite being conscious. You thought your heart sunk, in panic turning to Chan that was just as surprised as you, his ears turning bright red, despite it being so dark in the room you could still see how the skin tinged a pretty color of embarrassment.

“I can’t wait until Hyunjin hears this tomorrow” Jeongin laughed, the other two boys joining in with his laughter, their eyes still closed and faces covered in sleepiness.

That was the price of had to pay when having sex with your boyfriend beside his dormmates.

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jaemsun00 · 3 years

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NCT Mark + 00Line When you come home drunk and horny

This is mature content, not much graphic details though. Read at your own risk :)

- MARK

As soon as he heard your going out on a girls night, he was planning ahead. He has dealt with your drunk ass to many times to count. So it was no surprise when you came home giggling over absolutely nothing. Mark thanked your friend who acted as the mother tonight, taking you out of her hands. “Good luck with her” she nodded before going back to the car with some more drunk girls.

“Mark!” You shouted, right in his ear at that. “Hi. Quite your voice down please” he whispered, worried you would wake his house mates up. Which you did but... “I missed you. So so much” your words were jumbled but it still made some sense.

“You saw me less than three hours ag- what are you doing” his voice was now high pitched as your hand traveled down south. “I missed you” Mark has never dealt with you like this, usually you would come home and pass out, this has never happened.

“Okay yeah Uh your hand is” he still held onto you as you placed your right hand right where a certain something was growing. “You missed me too” you chuckle to yourself but Mark awkwardly pushes you away.

“Your drunk. Let’s go clean you up” he nodded to the stairs but you scoff. “Let’s go to the couch and do something else” you sing out, strolling your way towards the grey sofa you helped pick out a few months prior. “No baby, come on” he grabbed onto your arm to pull you gently.

“Why won’t you fuck me?” Your straightforwardness made Marks eyes widen, a bit to wide actually. “Your being-“ “why not?” You whine, flinging your arms around like a child. “Your drunk and I’m not taking advantage of your state” “but I’m asking you” Mark sighed before grabbing at your arm again. “I don’t care, come on let’s get you cleaned up” once he finally had you walking semi straight, he let out a loud sigh.

- RENJUN

You were bored, and your boredom led to you drinking almost a whole wine bottle in a span of an hour. Renjun was late home so you just kept drinking. wine and you never really got along, You being a light weight and all. As soon as you heard your code being put in, you got excited. Fixing your posture as you heard his shoes being kicked off.

“I’m home” he sung out, words quickly seized as he saw the way you were lying on the couch. “Hi” he smiled, ridding of his jacket as he also got excited. That until he saw the half empty wine bottle on the little table beside you. “Hiiii” you wave seductively at him, your legs opening a bit more to show him what exactly he was missing.

“Yeah Hi. Your drunk?” He stood tall, the excitement leaving his body as he knew he can’t do anything with you in this state. “What makes you think that?” You whine, completely not in the right state to even be awake right now.

“The bottle, not to mention the red mark around your lips. I’m gonna go for a shower” he sighed, picking his jacket back up and start his mission to the bathroom. “I’ll come just a- ow” your cry made him turn back to you. You’ve fallen of the couch.

“No your not. Come on let’s go get your teeth brushed” he held out a hand for you to take but instead you slapped it away. “If I can’t shower with you what’s the point in getting up” “your being a child, you’ll feel better in the morning”

- JENO

“Your girl is getting a little... too handsy don’t you think?” Jaemin nodded towards a drunk you, who kept your hands all over your boyfriend. Jeno nodded, removing your hand form his crotch. “Welcome to the world of a drunk ____” he joked before turning to kiss your lips like you whispered for him to, among other things of course

Jaemin just nodded, clearly uncomfortable with you feeling up his friend right infront of him. “I think we might head home” Jeno stood up, a hand on your back as you followed. “Yeah yeah let’s go home” all the people at the table looked towards you two with knowing eyes. Jeno shook his head “sleeping, we are going home to sleep” he said turning to look down at you who was wearing a pout.

“Sleep? Ooo you wanna do it in the car??” You ask eagerly, already ridding of your -Jenos- jacket. “No no. Come on” he grabbed both your wrist to stop your wondering hands which knew their way to the place you wanted.

Jeno reckons this car ride was the hardest. Your hand rubbing along his crotch every other second. You trying to nibble on his neck, it was far to distracting.

Finally pulling up at the apartment complex, he grabbed your hand. “If your not to bad tomorrow we will begin this” he pointed between you two before unlocking the car doors. “I’ll come around, stay there”

- HAECHAN

“Your girlfriends drunk”

“Of course she is. So your gonna let her stay at your house right?” Haechan was joking, well your best friend hoped he was. “Your hilarious, come and get her” she snapped the last part, Haechan sighed hearing your drunk calls for another of your friends. “I reckon it’s your turn to babysit. Thank you” “if your not hear in 5 fucking minutes, lee Hacehan. I promis-“ “okay okay. I’ll be there”

He kept to his word, being there in amount of 3 minutes thanks to the club being close and the traffic was short. “Where is the drunk lady” he pulled up, three of your friends held you back from vomiting your guts up. “I don’t own her” Hacehan shook his head as he saw you, but he still got out to help you.

“Hiya baby” you mumble, grabbing at his cheeks to squish them. “Mmm your hair is wet, why?” He asked ruffling your drenched hair. “Girly thought it was fun to have a water fight with herself in the bathroom” your best friend spoke up, patting Haechan on the back before bidding a goodbye.

“You wanna know what else is wet?” You whispered into his ear making him almost chock on nothing. “Your scalp” he smiled before helping you to the passenger side of his car. “Nope lower” Haechan closed his eyes as he finally got you to sit properly on the seat.

“Well that’s sounds like a you problem” he smiled, leaning over to grab at your seatbelt. You took the opportunity to kiss his neck, knowing how that usually gets him going. “If it’s a me problem, I might aswell fix it right now” you smile once he plugs you in.

Hacehan shook his head. “Your to drunk sweetie. You won’t even know where anything is” he joked before hoping into his side. “I don’t like you like this. Where is the other Hacehan? The one who will gladly touch me?” The boy nodded, with a smile.

“He is still here. But he can’t exactly- do what you want right now. Tomorrow night is a different story though”

- JAEMIN

Jaemin sat on the couch, ignoring your calls of his name. It’s been two hours since you yelled at him for waking you up early. An hour since you decided to down three vodka drinks. Twenty minutes since you begged for him. But he has ignored you, even though it was hard.

“Jaemin” you whined walking into the living room to see him. “Your ignoring me! I did nothing” he could hear the pout in your voice but didn’t dare to look at you, knowing he would give in if he saw it.

“Fine I’ll just go blow Jeno or-“

“Excuse me?” His head snapped up, seeing your red cheeked self. It was clear you had a little bit to much for your body. “Oh so that’s how I get your attention?” You chuckle, nodding as if you did something good.

“You don’t like the idea of my mouth around-“ Jaemin coughed to cut your words short. “Your being silly. Go drink some water” he nodded towards the kitchen, acting as if your words were not bothering him.

He hated you drunk, mainly because of this reason. You being the horny person that you are, and he can’t do anything because of obvious reasons.

“I don’t want to have water in my mouth, I much rather... some thing better” your eyed his crotch, licking your lips a bit to obviously. Jaemin scoffed, standing to his feet. Surely he was still a bit mad at you for earlier. But gosh you were so dang cute right now.

“As much as that sounds very exciting, baby. I would rather you suck me off when you know what to do”

- YANGYANG

All YangYang wanted was to go to sleep, not be driving over to your place and handle a drunk you. “Why’d you drink?” He whined once he saw the bottles scattered across your table. “I got fired” you shrug as if you weren’t crying over it for the last three hours. Yangyang’s eyes went wide when he heard that.

“What? Fired? Why?” He asked all at once, coming to stand beside you as you sniffled a bit. “Someone better. I don’t know he is a stupid boss anyways” you mumble the last part, YangYang patted your back as you downed another little bit of your drink.

“So you spent your money on alcohol? Baby that-“ “I called you for a reason you know?” Your boyfriend nodded, surely he thought you called him for support, to get your mind of the events that you just went through.

Well how wrong was he. Cause now he was pinned down on your couch with you straddling him. “We cannot do this” he smiled trying to push you off his thighs but you pushed him away. “I want to. It’s okay” you smile drunkily at him and it makes him sigh.

“I would love to but baby, I don’t think right now is a good time for this” ignoring his words you lean in for a kiss again but he moves his head so your lips collide with his cheek instead. “We can do this any other time”

“But I want it now!! Oh come on I know you do to” you grind a bit on the growing tent inside of his pants. Groaning a bit YangYang sat up half way. “Please not tonight. When we have sex I want you to remember every detail, okay?”

Giving up you roll off his lop, sitting beside his legs instead. “I want another drink” “no no. No more”

- SHOTARO

“Babbbyyy” you scream through your apartment. Hoping the boy you need right now is here. “Shotaro?” You try again, walking into your bedroom to see a small light shining up the room. Shotaro laid comfortably on your bed, blankets pulled to his chest as he watched a drama with his AirPods in.

Shotaro saw the silhouette of your body before pausing his episode. “Hi your back?” He smiled brightly at you. Switching on the light, you strode closer towards him.

The poor boy had no clue what was about to hit him, thinking you looked as normal as you usually do. That until you started sexily climbing up the bed. Hands on his legs as they got closer and closer.

“What are you doing?” He chuckled nervously, moving his legs underneath your hold. “I want you” you spit out making Shotaro drop his phone on his face, he forgot he still held it above his head.

“Your drunk?” He finally put two and two together, after smelling it once you got close. “Not drunk enough. So let’s get you ready” you sing out, handing pressing down on his sensitive area. “I’m uh. No” he stumbled among his words.

Of course he wanted your mouth around him but you clearly weren’t in a state of mind right now, probably about to pass out as soon as you got him out of his sweat pants.

“No? Why not?” Shotaro sat up, grabbing your hand to hold. “You need sleep, baby” he raised an eyebrow at your scoff. “Sleep is overrated. But you know head isn’t over-“ “baby. Please” he begged with his eyes that made you scrunch up your nose. “You always get what you want. It’s annoying” you whine before falling to lay beside him. Minutes later and you were passed out just as Shotaro expected.

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mochikeiji · 4 years

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Kinktober Day 7: Baby in Pink

↠ Pairing: Suna Rintarou x Reader

↠ Warning: SMUT! Cry baby reader, Ballerina AU, fingering, cunnilingus, ahegao faces because he's THAT good, riding, creampie, Suna being soft but meanie dom.

↬ Word Count: 3k

⇢ Day 7: Manhandled (Riding)

Everything felt so magical; elegant. The way you were on pointe made him suck in a breath to every performance he has witnessed from you. Even if he's seen them many, many times in repeat, you were as graceful as a butterfly, as taunting as a little fairy in baby pink. To see how effortlessly you were lifted by your partner during daring performances made him clench his fists of how close those pesky fingers of a stranger were to parts only he was allowed, yet his mind in wonder of how easily handled you were in stage.

How easily you were being handled in so many ways corrupted delicious, arousing day dreams in his calm features, but buzzing head.

He's never been vocal about it, but he adores how tight your ballet clothing were. He especially loved the camisole leotard dress; each time you wore them, he catches a glimpse of your perfectly shaped bottom from the flowy, see through clothing. Thanking the dark, and captured audience to the people on stage and not notice the growing bulge in his pants and his harsh breathing through his nose. The baby pink tone of your attire made you glow of innocence and cuteness he so wants to carry you out and throw you to his bed to snuggle you away from the eyes of the world.

To take your dainty, little self in the cold sheets with the baby pink article of clothing ruined by yours and his cum splattering messily.

The times your eyes would get caught with his pretty ones after your search for him in the sea of the crowd, you would smile brightly st him, eyes forming the adorable crescents he recognizes even from afar. The former, emotionless middle blocker would be in love struck, as if Cupid had shot multiple arrows to his heart just by your glowing form.

You were so precious. His little ballerina.

And he was your prince. Big and strong, beautiful in every way, fit from his previous and present time in volleyball, too good for anyone in this world. He was yours.

"R-rin.."

Too good.

Too good enough for you to be trembling, and just by grinding yourself on his flexed thigh. He couldn't hold back anymore after seeing you present yourself with your new outfit. It was still the same color, but the fabric was thinner than usual, either it was to make your movements more easier or it was just to test his patience. The length of the flowy skirt had been shortened with your legs no longer covered, naked and soft looking, the chest area emphasized your bust too much for his liking.

Oh, you were so delectable.

He groans your name when he felt your juices seep out from your clothed pussy. It was almost as if you weren't even covered well with it. Big, rough hands at the sides of your hips, guiding your shy movements against his thigh to bring you to your awaited heaven. You whimper when he dug his fingers onto the skin, the sounds you were making muffled on his shoulder only making it hard for him to tame himself. Having enough of it, he easily hoisted you up from his thigh and settles you down in bed. God, did he love having a place all to himself with you in it. He gets to do whatever he pleases.

"Pretty."

It came out like a harsh whisper from his lips as he stares at the damped spot of your center. The skirt pushed up and your legs spread out for him, he gets a little closer in between them and drags his digits down your clothed slit. Eyes immediately gazing up to see you biting your fist and your legs quivering in sensitivity. He hums in delight and began pressing in his index on the slick clothing, his thumb rubbing lazy circles on your clit, relishing the sounds of your soft moans and his name being chanted like a prayer.

"Shit, baby."

Cursing he pushes the leotard to the side, inserting two of his digits in and curls them quickly, wanting to see and hear your squeals as your grabbed his wrist and propped yourself up pathetically with your elbow.

"W-wait, sensitive.."

Glossy eyes meeting with his blank, but lust clouded ones. He'd take mercy whenever you would warn him at times like this, afraid he might've hurt you in the process, but this, you weren't hurt or anything. You were just being his little cry baby. Instead of listening to your plead and your small hands tightening around his wrist weakly retraining him, he pulls his fingers out slowly, licking his lips at the sight of the transparent, coated digits before plunging back in roughly. You sobbed as your body gave out and laid back down, with his other hand pressing down your stomach, he delivers precise piston of his fingers inside you. He knew you can take it. You can, and you will.

"Rin!! A-ah, Tarou..please.."

Legs trying to slowly shut with his head still in between, he hums in approval before getting a taste of your sopping cunt and lapping his tongue up to your clit. He loved getting crushed with your thighs, they were so soft and jiggly when they shook. It boosted his own ego to have them at that state because of his meek minitrations. What more can he get from you when he snaps?

He suckles on the bundle of nerves, your toes curls as your hips arched up, eagerly grinding to his mouth while pleading for him to stop since his fingers were reaching too deep into the right places inside. Suna was in his own euphoria, never really pegged himself as a man who would get drunk into the taste of you and a man who has his dick prodded up to the air just by seeing you in such princess-like clothing. Writhing beneath him, you lowered your hand down to his hair, tugging the long, luscious brown locks of his as he won't let go of the erected nub, slurping and nibbling at it like a pro.

His own arousal begging to be freed from his black slack, the infuriating fabric getting compacted uncomfortably, making his cock ache painfully. Removing his hand from your stomach, he unbuckled the belt off of his trousers swiftly, shrugging them down and kicking them off with his legs and feet, finally releasing your nub with a pop and mercy left for you.

Your legs automatically closed themselves to soothe the sensitive regions. Gripping the pillow on the side of your head as your clouded eyes gaze elsewhere into a short subspace, panting with small drool slipping from the corner of your lips. Suna sees this and gets up from the floor to hover over you. He shouldn't be so rough; shouldn't take advantage of this state you are in, not when your such in full daze of your own world, not when you looked already so fucked out when he hasn't gotten to the good part.

"You okay?"

The tip of his nose nudges your cheek softly, like a cat, he nuzzles himself on your flushed skin. It was out of character for him to display such affection, but over the years of being with you, oh how his heart softened and crumbles at the mere presence of you. He peppers your cheeks with little kisses, swiping away the drool with his thumb, murmuring praises and love confessions to you.

"You're cute."

"I'm here, baby."

"Mmm.. You're still dripping."

His voice made you dizzy, strum like a string of tantalizing melody as you inhaled his musky scent that made you dig your nose at the crook of his neck. Whimpering a little when you felt something slide outside your folds, warm and hard, Suna grunts and pants out small puffs of air onto your ear. You were so slick and wet that it was tempting to just dick you down right now. But you were his little baby, he had to take care of you first. He wouldn't want to hurt you.

"Will you let me take care of you?"

Your blown pupils lost the clouds that has surrounded them as you moaned out, his teeth sinking in the tender flesh by your neck with your hips jolting up, meeting with his twitching cock. Hands flying to clutch onto his shoulders, you wished you had kept your legs closed as now your flower was being teased to death. Suna groans when he feels you twitch a little, how adorable, he thoughts.

"Well?"

He bites on your lower lip, tugging it whilst keeping the eye contact with you, like he was ravishing you with his pretty eyes as sweat slid down to your face.

"I'm waiting."

He grabs a hold of his cock, you expected he was going to pump a few jets, but instead he began slapping it against your weeping cunt. Squealing at the sound of wet skin slapping and the small waves of pleasure kicking in, you whined beneath him when he chuckles darkly, looking up to him with puppy like eyes.

"Rin, please.."

He stops, leaning forward so that his forehead was pressing to yours, exhaling out softly when he felt himself release a few pre cum jets out from his cock.

"Please what?"

Even though he was getting as needy as you were, he was still Suna Rintarou, a guy who loves to be in control and manipulate what he can. Loves to endlessly put you on edge to have your small hands scratching his skin, your body trapped from his bigger structure. He was addicted.

Frustrated, tears glossed over your eyes with some slipping down a little. You would've screamed at him for being a big meanie, but now you were stuck pouting and crying when you felt him rut against you once more.

"Please!! Need your cock, Rintarou!!"

As those words escaped your plumped lips, Suna cages you in his arms and quickly switches positions with you in a blink of an eye. Confusion written all over your features as you gasped a little when you were now laying on his chest, Suna adjusting his head on the pillow, enough to see you shaking above him and gives your ass a soft smack, rubbing the soft, globe flesh and squishing it with his hand. Your leotard still pushed to the side, allowing his finger to tease the slit up and down, watching you start to lose yourself above him and push back, hoping to get more friction.

"You said you wanted my cock, right baby?"

You couldn't make out what he was saying, too busy rubbing against the knuckle of his index, clawing his chest to ground yourself. The veins in his arms and hands were noticeable, you can really tell he had been keeping himself together. With you above him, arms pressed to your chest, letting your tits be a show for him, hair fanning your features like some kind of princess as the uniform you were now wearing stuck to your skin from the sweat that had built up. Good thing you had spare ones.

Lining himself up to your cunt, he removes his hand away from you as you cried from the lost. Both of his hands found their way back to your bottom, lifting you up with is before slamming you down to his hard cock with a loud moan erupting from his chest and you left with wide eyes and mouth agape.

"Take it, little girl."

The sudden thrust of his cock stung, but it didn't hurt much. No, it made you shocked, panting as if you were in some sort of heat, tongue sticking out at the feeling of his dick stretching you deliciously, the length and thickness making you feel so stuffed. He felt so deeper in this position, you couldn't move. You felt that if you were to try and thrust up and down, you would break. It was all too much.

Suna felt the same way. His head burnt, spinning like a spell was cast upon him when he was engulfed by the warmth of your cunny. Fuck, your walls kept fluttering and tightening around his cock. Every muscle on his body was flexed as he breathed heavily. You were so heavenly right now, he could cum on the spot inside of you.

"R-rin...So big.."

Covering your mouth with your hands, you tried raising your hips up a little, the lewd friction creating a pleasurable wave to your spine as you sunk down immediately, choking out a moan behind your palms and crying. You couldn't move.

Suna licked his lips at the sight before prying your hands away from your mouth and sitting up against the headboard of the bed, pushing you from the small of your back to his chest closer, his hands roaming around your hot, flushed body and cupping your breast through the fabric. Before you knew it, you squealed loudly when you heard a ripping sound from the chest area.

He had finally ruined the skimpy camisole leotard from you, letting your breast free with his face nuzzling into them and taking a nipple in his mouth. His hands went back to your hips, finally guiding you to a slow rhythm as he thrusts back carefully. Moaning softly, you cradled his head in your arms while he suckles on your nipples. Relishing the soft, yet deep thrusts given to you as each second passes.

"Y-you a-ah..Had to r-rip it, o-oh my—"

Tugging his hair from his roots when he moved to the other breast and bit harshly. He tugged the nippled with his teeth softly before lapping his tongue to soothe away the sting.

"You have spare ones. Besides,"

Pushing away from you, his eyes raked to your entirely new look. The ripped fabric hanging loosely with your breast on display, your cunt being stuffed full with his cock, you and your entire form within his control.

"You look so precious right now."

He delivers one hard thrust that made you fall to his chest, only then do you realize that you were not the one moving, but him all along. His pace quickens, the moans and cries from you onlt fueling him more. Suna shuts his eyes as his senses heightened by you.

"U-unf, hah— I'm sorry!!"

Your tears falling to his chest made him shiver and worry, he tried slowing doen his pace, but he feels your hips move around cutely trying to meet with his movements.

"I-I'm sorry, R-in...Ah— I couldn't mo-move!"

You were apologizing just because you couldn't give him the exact treatment and pleasure he was giving you. Normally, guilt would eat you out at this second, but you were far more succumbed by feeling stuffed, the thought of him cumming inside you blocked all other thoughts away. Precious, absolutely precious.

His hand cupped your cheek, giving it a small pinch of adoration and wiping away the tears that had still been falling from receiving his cock.

"It's okay, let me handle you, sweetheart."

Screaming, he began ramming himself inside of you. It burned, it burned so good it hurts, like your insides were being rearranged. His balls smacking up to your ass that was shaking and being squeezed and slapped by Suna's other hand in repeat. You could only stick your tongue out as you tried to make a sound, but it was all too good all that was left is you sobbing dumbly on his chest with Suna grunting and whispering praises beneath you.

"S-so fucking tight.. God, princess, I feel like ah— 'm gonna break you."

Petting your hair, he doesn't stop his pace. They weren't lying when they said this man uses his entire body to use. Was he so strong and flexible to be able to do this to you. Your balled fist went to grab his hand from your hair, lacing your fingers with his and held his hand, weakly raising your head up.

"A-ah, ah, inside.. Please.. Rin, 'm g-gonna break.. need you. Ngh!! INSIDE!!"

Your voice came out louder at the end when his tip reaches your spot. Moans turning into those you'd hear in pornography feeling your cunt get abused.

"Shit—"

He looked so nefarious; head thrown back, his mouth opening and closing, trying to silent out his own moans to his embarrassment and his hand holding yours tightly. He was to drool for, a real life incubus.

"I-I'm cumming..fuck, take it, baby."

"R-RINTAROU!! N-NO, NO MORE HAH— SLOW DOWN! R-RIN!!"

"SHIT, (Y/N)—"

Your cunt convulsed around his pulsing cock. The rush of adrenaline wrapping themselves to every fiber of your bones as you sobbed loudly, feeling yourself cream for what it's worth around his cock, his own hot, load shooting inside your womb, holding his breath as both your hands gripped each other with toes curling.

"F-fuck, you okay?"

Finishing the last drop, he doesn't pull out immediately. Not wanting to suddenly knock out some oxygen from you, he gives the crown of your head kisses with his thumb stroking the back of your hand. You puffed out breathy pants, body tired and throat scratchy from what happened seconds ago. The redness of your cheeks and the baby hairs the stuck to your forehead made you look so adorable to his eyes, that he leaned forward to kiss your temple.

"T-thank you, Rin...Love you so much."

He can make out the small hearts in your dazed eyes, mewling softly when he accidentally thrusts in while moving his position. Your eyes scrunched up closed, burying yourself on his chest with a small voice,

"Sensitive.."

"I know."

His other arm wrapped around you tightened, rubbing his cheek on your head affectionately. He loved moments like this in doors, just you, him, your bodies as one together in bed. His beautiful, little ballerina in his arms with the soft, baby pink and look on her features and body. It made him smile secretly from you.

"I love you too, my ballerina."

And he began moving again inside of you.

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