#Tips To Stop Premature Ejaculation

[s0dium]

Creep

Warnings: Creepy/stalker behavior, breeding kink, pussydrunk behavior, cumflation, stomach bulge, subspace, premature ejaculation, orgasms

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You know it's wrong, so wrong to enjoy the attention of a creep.

At least, that's what people call him. But through the snickers and sidelong glances that surround him, there's something about him that intrigues you, attracts you, something you can't seem to get out of your head.

It starts off small, letting him eye you from across the room and flashing him a small smile. Then you notice he starts to get bolder, more confident in his advances. As the days pass, his presence becomes a constant in your routine. He waits for you after class, catches you alone in elevators, leans in closer during conversations, and even starts to find excuses to touch your arm or shoulder. Each interaction feels like a challenge, a test of boundaries that seems he's all too willing to push.

In the beginning, you almost listen to the unease flickering in the back of your mind, warning that maybe you are playing with fire. But as the tension builds, you find your resolve slowly melting, small touches on your arm turn grazes against your ass and the quick glances evolve into him blatantly checking you out.

So only you can be blamed for the situation you're in right now. Only you can be blamed for letting it get like this.

His hips snapped so fast you can't think, you can breathe. Pleasure courses through your body in electric flesh arrows and you could feel your pussy clench around his length in a futile attempt to adjust for his massive size. How could a creep like him be so big? Jesus, you could feel his mushroom tip press against your cervix every time he slammed into you. Countless loads of cum dripped from where you two were connected onto the white sheets below. At any given time he'd blow his load right into you and without much of a stutter fuck the liquid back into you, until he reached his high again and started the cycle over again.

"Mine," he grunts out, his breath hot against your cheek from the brutal mating press he has you in. The bed shook with every thrust, the head board banging against the wall from the way your cervix was getting absolutely abused. The friction, the way he filled you up so perfectly, his hot skin against yours, it was too much, too overwhelming, and your brain couldn't handle the pleasure. You could feel the euphoria absorb your body, making your toes curl and uncurl from the sheer pleasure.

"G-gonna cum in you again" He says through a moan, peppering kissed along your jaw. "Gonna fill you up, make you feel so so good." He doesn’t slow his movement, instead picking up one of your legs and throwing it over his shoulder so he can reach even deeper. He places his other hand on your belly, rubbing your skin with his thumb.

"You feel me?" He coos, pressing down on your stomach, intensifying the pressure of his cock inside you and making your moans grow even louder.

"I can feel you, I can feel you squeezing me, feel so good, better than my fist." He chuckles and grabs your throat, squeezing it so your brain goes fuzzy with the slight light of oxygen.

His breathing becomes jagged and with a soft whimper followed by a silent "oh-fu", he blows his load into your battered pussy. There is no warning when cums into you, only the slight stutter of his hips that does nothing to deter his brutal pace. You are soaked down there, his sticky cum leaking out of you as he pushes into you over and over again. But you couldn't be bothered to look right now, you couldn’t open your eyes and ignore the colors you were seeing behind your eyelids. Everything was good - so, so, so good. Your skin was buzzing, mind cloudy, and the only thing you could focus on was the throbbing that was taking over your body.

"You gonna cum?" He coos into your ear, punctuating his words with an extra sharp thrust. "Cum for me, please." 

As if on cue, you gasp, and let your orgasm wash over you. He doesn't stop his movements, instead, he fucks you through your orgasm until your crying for him to stop.

"Not gonna stop, gonna fuck you until m' shooting blanks okay?"

SHIGARAKI, YUUTA OKKATSU, L LAWLIET, SHINSO, KENMA, GYUTARO

[dearieshima]

NEED

✦ SUMMARY

╰┈➤ choso, your big-dick, virgin boyfriend, has finally had a taste of a orgasm by his real human girlfriend. Now, he needs more.

He grunted, his head lowered. "Yeah, yeah, I'm better than them. I'm better than all of them. I-"

✦ C.W

╰┈➤part 2 of WANT but you don't really need it to read this, switch!choso that becomes dom!choso, unprotected sex, loss of virginity (choso), nipping, jealousy, premature ejaculation, pussy eating, overstimulation, 3k+ words, missionary, riding

Choso's tongue delved between your folds, lapping hungrily at your dripping essence. He groaned against your heated flesh, the vibrations sending electric jolts through your core. His mouth sealed over your aching sex as he sucked and licked with wild abandon.

His fingers dug into the supple skin of your thighs, pushing your legs further apart to grant him deeper access. He plunged his tongue inside your tight channel, fucking you with the slick muscle as he savored every drop of your nectar. The obscene sounds of his feasting filled the room, stoking the flames of your lust ever higher.

Choso was drunk on your pussy, addicted to the taste and scent of your arousal. He needed more, craved to feel you come undone beneath his skilled ministrations once again. Sealing his lips around your throbbing clit, he sucked hard on the sensitive nub, flicking the tip of his tongue over it rapidly.

"Cho!" You gasped, your body tensing as the waves of pleasure threatened to overwhelm you once again. You clutched at Choso's hair, your fingers trembling with the effort to lift his head away from your sensitive flesh.

Choso's pupils were wide and glazed over with lust as he stared at it, his breathing heavy and labored. He whimpered needily when you pulled him away, not understanding why you were stopping him.

"Cho..."

"Yes?" Choso replied. His tongue came back, licking at the wetness on his lips before he swallowed. Choso's hands rubbed up and down your thighs, waiting for a verdict.

"I can... Go longer." He promised, his tongue licking at his lips again. He sounded winded, which he was. "You didn't get to cum..."

Your thighs quivered as you gazed down at Choso through half-lidded eyes. "No... It's okay," you breathed. "I think I'm ready."

Choso blinked.

"Are you sure? I could..."

He looked at your slick folds, then back up at you. But you interrupted him with a sharp look.

Choso swallowed. "Right."

You let go of his hair as he shuffled forward on the couch until he was positioned between your parted thighs, his rigid cock nestling against your entrance. The head, already weeping beads of pre-cum, mingled with your slick. Choso's large hands settled on your hips, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he held you steady.

"Do you need help?"

"I-"

Choso's voice died for a second. He cleared his mouth and tried again.

"I've got this."

Choso's gaze flickered between your face and the glistening prize nestled between your thighs. A faint blush colored his cheeks as he drank in the sight.

"This... Will hurt, right? For you?" He asked.

You shook your head. "Only for a second... I came so many times on your tongue already, so it'll slide right in."

Choso nodded and swallowed hard. He looked back down again, almost like he was making sure it was still there. His eyes lingered on the slick folds of your sex, reaching out with a trembling hand for his thumb to pull apart your lips.

"Okay. Okay." He said, more to himself than you.

His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you closer to him. He was on his knees, with your back and head on the couch. Your legs were on his shoulders.

He nodded, swallowing again. "So... Right now?"

"At your pace."

Choso's face held some sort of determination and nervousness. He nodded again, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

"Now. Now's good," he said, almost in a whisper.

Choso's hands trembled slightly as he gripped your hips, his eyes wide and uncertain. He positioned himself at your entrance, the heat and slickness foreign to his touch.

"Here I go..."

With a deep breath, he began to push forward slowly, carefully, but his movements were too tentative and he slipped out, unable to breach you.

"Cho, you need to be a bit more assertive," you coached breathlessly. "Otherwise, it won't-" your words caught in your throat as Choso, spurred by your encouragement, thrust forward, eager to listen. His length slid into your depths in one smooth motion, stretching your walls around his girth.

Immediately, Choso froze. His eyes widen in panic as he registered your sharp intake, his mind starting to scream at him for messing up.

"Wh-... Oh. You... You're ok?" He asked, his hands shaking on your waist.

"M-mm," you whimpered, feeling Choso's impressive size stretching you open. "You're really big, Cho."

He could feel his pride swell a bit. It probably wasn't news to him, but hearing it from you made his chest rumble. He wanted to move, but he was fighting himself on waiting.

"Uh- Thanks," he breathed. "You're... Uh, hot. And really tight..."

He took a few deep breaths, closing his eyes before he opened them again and looked down at you, his eyes holding a mixture of caution and hunger.

"Can I move?"

You nodded eagerly, your slick walls clenching around his thick shaft in anticipation.

Choso's eyes widened as he felt your walls clench around him. He had no idea the female body was capable of such things.

A strangled groan escaped his lips and his head dropped between his shoulders. The grip on your hips tightened as he held you in place, a way to keep himself grounded.

"Ah! Stop, stop, stop...! Don't do that," he whined. "Fuck, I-Im gonna..."

You pouted up at him, a coy glint in your eye. "It's kind of involuntary, Cho. It just happens when you make me feel really good."

"I know, I know, but-" Choso tried to reply, struggling. He took a moment to collect himself and with a deep breath, he looked up at you. "Just give me...-- give me a second," he panted.

Closing his eyes, Choso tried to calm his racing heart. But all he could think about was how you looked splayed out beneath him, your body glistening with sweat. He swallowed hard, his cock throbbing inside your tight heat.

You clenched again around his throbbing length, relishing the way he fought to maintain control.

He let out a strangled gasp, his hips jerking forward involuntarily. "No... Fuck!" The stimulation was too much for his body to handle. With a desperate whine, he pulled his cock out of you just in time, ropes of hot cum spurting from his twitching cock, splattering across your ass and dripping down to your quivering asshole. His grip on your hips trembled and his knees weakened. He slumped a little, his head dropping back down between his shoulders.

It took him a second to get his bearings, his breathing ragged. "I'm sorry," he breathed, his voice rough. His forehead fell onto your thigh, hiding his red face. "I just- you were... I-"

He took a deep breath and mumbled, "I got nervous."

You caressed his cheek with your thumb. "It's okay, Cho. A lot of guys, especially virgins, cums quickly the first few times. It's totally normal and nothing to be embarrassed about."

His eyes closed at the contact, his breathing coming out shaky. "How many... How many have you had?" He asked suddenly.

"Of what?"

Choso looked slightly embarrassed as he fumbled for the words. "Virgins," he breathed. "How many... Virgin guys?"

You tried to find the right words. "Well, um, most of the guys I was with before... they were more, uh, experienced. You’re actually my first."

Choso stilled at the words.

"Oh," he said simply, averting his eyes. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. For some reason, he felt guilty that he couldn't give you an nice experience.

You pulled Choso close, pressing your lips to his forehead in a tender kiss. "It's alright, Cho," you murmured. "I enjoyed myself. You made me cum on your tongue almost three times, after all."

Choso grumbled, not wanting to leave off like this. He knew the others didn't matter. He knew your attention was on him, not them. But he still couldn't shake the feeling of inadequacy when it came to pleasing you.

He gripped your thighs again. "It's not okay," he mumbled.

Choso leaned into your touch, his nose nuzzling at your skin. His shoulders were tense, his grip on your thighs firm. He was trying to keep it together, but the bitter feeling was still there. He didn't even notice his grip getting tighter.

Choso wouldn't be satisfied until he was the best experience yet.

"Cho?" you asked, though he didn’t seem to hear as he repositioned himself, jealousy simmering just beneath the surface.

"I want to show you I'm the best," he muttered, more to himself.

Choso's shoulders trembled as he grabbed your thighs again, his grip on them bruising. He looked down, his tongue running over his top lip. He wanted to show you he could be better.

He was better.

Choso's face was flushed, his breathing ragged as he positioned himself at your entrance once more. With a shaky hand, he guided himself inside your slick heat, both of you letting out a soft groan at the sensation. Slowly, he began to move, setting a tentative rhythm. His movements were unpracticed but earnest, driven by instinct and desire. Each thrust brought a gasp or whimper from his lips as the pleasure built within him.

"I'll show you..." Choso breathed, his words coming out as puffs of air. "I'll show you..."

The words were more of a promise for himself. He increased the pace, the slap of skin against skin filled the room as he lost himself in the act of loving you. Sweat beaded on his brow from the exertion and intensity of the experience.

"Cho!"

"Mhm, keep saying my name," he panted, his eyes squeezing shut. A shiver ran down Choso's spine at the sound of his name. It was like the confirmation he needed, the sign that he was doing something right.

Choso's hands shook on your thighs. His words were slightly strained, as if it was taking every ounce of energy to focus. His pace increased, his breathing picking up along with it. "Say I'm better."

Your nails raked down Choso's back, leaving red trails in their wake. "You're, you're b-better!"

Choso groaned, arching into your touch. The feeling of your nails against his back sent pleasure cascading through his spine, his mind feeling hazy. Choso liked the burn of them, it was like a brand to him.

He panted, his pace getting more frantic. "Yeah..." he breathed. "You're mine. Say it again..."

"B-Better! Cho!"

Choso's arms trembled against the couch, his eyes squeezed shut as he relished in the sound of his name on your lips.

He grunted, his head lowered. "Yeah, yeah, I'm better than them. I'm better than all of them. I-"

Choso's hands slid clumsily to your hips, gripping tightly as he tried to maneuver your body. He lifted you slightly, angling you in a new position that felt foreign to you both. You ended up on your side, top leg bent and resting on Choso's shoulder as he knelt between your thighs, straddling your lower leg.

"Ah! C-Cho, wait..." You gasped as he pushed forward, his hard length spearing into your slick heat from this new angle. Your toes curled at the intense sensation of him hitting deep inside.

"S-Sorry... I just want to make you feel so good," Choso panted, his face flushed. He thrusted into you with clumsy but eager strokes, hips slapping against your thigh as he picked up the pace, grunting with effort.

You cried out, fisting the couch cushions. "Yes, Cho! just like that! Don't stop!" Choso's cock abused that spongy spot within you with each pump of his hips.

Choso's breath hitched, your scream going straight to his core. He grunted, picking up his pace. Choso suddenly felt the need to make you scream more. "Mmhm, like that," he panted. "Like that. Say my name. Say I'm winning."

"You're winni-ngggh... You're winning!"

Choso's body trembled when he heard the words, a guttural moan leaving his lips. He was going to win. He was.

He just needed to keep going-- keep you moaning for him, keep your voice cracking as you said his name.

Choso's hands gripped your thighs tightly as he shifted positions again, pulling you onto his lap. He bounced you up and down on his throbbing cock, grunting with each movement. "Ah! Ah!" He cried out, his voice echoing off the walls.

"Cho-- ngh!"

Choso leaned over your trembling body, his feet planted firmly on the floor for leverage. He needed to hear more of those sweet, desperate sounds spilling from your lips. Panting heavily, he captured one of your nipples between his teeth, biting down just enough to make you gasp then soothing the sting with a run of his tongue.

"Louder," he growled against your shoulder. "Louder, I want the whole block to hear you." His hips thrusted upwards to meet your bounces. The wet slap of flesh against flesh filled the air as he pounded into you relentlessly, chasing his own pleasure. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs, leaving red marks in their wake.

"C-Cho, Cho-zo, Cho..." you croaked. "Please... I need you, I need youuu.."

Choso felt his chest rumble at your voice. Everything about your voice set his body on fire. Every moan, every plea...

"Beg," he suddenly said, his lips ghosting against your ear. "Beg for it."

"Please..." You cried, arching your back. "Fuck, pleassseee...."

Choso groaned against your neck, the sound sending shivers down his spine. He could feel the effect your voice already had over him. He wanted more.

He needed more.

Choso awkwardly shifted into his last position on his back, his feet planted on the couch cushions. He wasn't quite sure what he was doing but tried to mimic what he had seen in videos online. You straddled his waist, your weight making him sink slightly into the cushions.

He tentatively put his hands on your hips, unsure if that was the right place. Then he began to move, thrusting upwards clumsily, his pace uneven. He couldn't believe this was really happening. You felt so warm and soft above him.

This had to be his favorite position. He fumbled to find a rhythm, his inexperienced thrusts chopped and uncoordinated. But with each one, your soft curves jiggled in the most tantalizing way, your love handles peeking out as you leaned to the side. He marveled at the way your full breasts bounced, the peaks hard and begging for him to suck them.

His gaze traced the long line of your neck as your head tipped back in pleasure. He wanted to lean in and press sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along your throat, to taste the salt of your sweat-slicked skin. His gaze dropped lower to where you both connected, your greedy cunt swallowing all his girth, your ass slamming down on the sticky mess that rested on his abdomen.

"Please, what? Tell me what you need," he panted against your skin.

"--In me... In me!"

Choso stilled for a moment, his brain short circulating at the words. In. In me. The words repeated like a mantra in his head. In me. In. Me...

He lifted his head, biting the edge of his lip. "You--... You want what?" He breathed, his own voice slightly raspy.

"Cum in me," you pleaded. "Please, Cho..."

Choso's breathing hitched. His brain felt fuzzy as he shifted, positioning you and himself properly. "Are you sure?" he asked, his eyes dark.

Your head nodded enthusiastically, like a bobbing head on a rocky road.

Choso grunted at the sight. He had the overwhelming urge to give you everything. Show you exactly what you needed.

He took a deep breath. "You gonna say my name when it happens?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Please."

Choso let out a strained grunt and clung to your hips, fingers digging in almost painfully as he tried to ground himself.

"Okay. Okay-- yeah. Yeah, anything you want, just say it." His head dropped, looking up at you. His eyes were blown out, his head felt fuzzy. "Anything you want. You're mine."

His hips jerked and spasmed erratically as he reached his peak, "I'm gonna--... I'm gonna--!"

"Cho--!"

"Nnngh! Oh f-fuck!" he gasped, his voice pitching. His whole body shook with the force of his climax. Hot spurts of his seed pulsed deep inside you as he clung to you desperately. "Oh God! Y/N! I'm cumming!"

Choso's entire body shuddered as waves of intense pleasure crashed over him. His face contorted in ecstasy as he rode out the overwhelming sensations. "Ahhh! Y/N!" he cried out, your name falling from his lips like a prayer.

Pearly ropes of cum began leaking out around his pulsing shaft, making a sticky mess of your joined sexes.

"Oh god, oh fuck, holy shit..." Choso panted harshly, voice shaky and strained. His cock had managed to accidentally slip out of you but he continued to thrust up weakly like he didn't notice. More jizz spurted out to coat your ass. It felt like he was cumming forever, his balls emptying completely.

Thick globs connected you obscenely before breaking and splattering onto his abdomen below. Choso collapsed on the couch, chest heaving as he came down.

You slumped against his chest, your breaths taking in the smell of his sweat.

Choso's body shook against you, his breathing still ragged. He couldn't get any words to form properly, it was like he was trying to think through a thick fog. But that fog had his mind clouded with only one image.

You. The way you looked beneath him. The way you said his name. The way you took everything he gave.

He slumped against the couch, his head falling backwards on the hand rest. He felt himself tremble faintly against you.

He grunted, his hands tracing the skin of your damp thighs. He could feel the evidence of your activities on them, and the sight went straight to his head and straight back down to his cock.

He whimpered, focusing on not getting worked up again. You wouldn't survive if he did.

He buried his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent. He closed his eyes, feeling himself getting more and more tired by the second.

"Cho..." You sighed, still living in the aftershocks.

"Yeah," he breathed against your scalp, his hold on your thighs still firm. "I'm here. I'm here... Are you alright?"

You hummed, your thighs still twitching. Choso's breath hitched as he felt your thighs quiver against his hips. His own legs trembled, muscles tensing and relaxing in a futile attempt to find purchase.

His hand continued to slide up your thigh, lightly tracing patterns on the skin. "Yeah, I-..."

He suddenly let out a sigh, his eyes fluttering closed. "I can't move."

"Hm?"

Choso buried his face in the crook of your neck, nuzzling the skin as he let out a quiet whine. "I-... I don't think I can move," he mumbled. "Everything-... everything feels like jelly right now."

You attempted to move before realizing you couldn't too. "I can't either."

Choso's heart raced as he gazed at your flushed, satisfied face. The lingering scent of your lovemaking hung heavy in the air. He swallowed hard, trying to gather his scattered thoughts.

"I...I think I should clean you up," he said hesitantly. "Isn't that what comes next? After..." He trailed off, unsure how to articulate the intimacy you had just shared.

You smiled softly, reaching up to caress his cheek. "Normally, yes. But we can wait a bit."

Choso hummed against your skin, his head nodding before resting on your shoulder. He felt too tired and boneless to get up and clean anything.

He suddenly shifted, pulling you closer against his chest. Choso gently wrapped his arm around you, his hand rubbed soothing circles over your side.

"Love you, Cho." You said, pausing a moment before abruptly asking, "and what was up with 'that' before?"

Choso hummed, his eyes opening a fraction to glance at you. He knew what you were talking about, he just didn't really want to admit it.

"What do you mean, 'that'?" He asked, his voice slightly muffled by your skin.

"'Tell me I'm winning,'" you mocked him, repeating what he'd groaned earlier.

Choso's cheeks flared. Hearing you repeat his words made him all too aware of how it sounded.

He didn't say anything for a moment. "... It-... It just slipped out," he mumbled, his voice slightly pouty. He felt your eyebrow raise as you gave you a confused look. He suddenly became more aware of the sound of his own breathing in the quiet room.

"You can't-... don't look at me like that," he muttered, burrowing his head into the crook of your neck.

"Were you jealous?"

Choso paused, his hands suddenly stilling. Were he jealous? He... He had been jealous. Of all the men who'd seen you before, touched you before, heard you moan their names before-

"Yes," he muttered, his breath hot against your skin.

You giggled breathly, "why?"

"What do you mean why?" He mumbled against your skin. "I'm-... You're mine. I don't like the thought of other guys having seen you like that."

Your chin propped between his large pecs, rubbing his neck, "they didn't make me feel half as good as you made me feel tonight, though."

Choso felt his chest rumble, tilting his head back as a sigh left his lips from your touch. He closed his eyes, enjoying the way your thumb felt against his skin.

Then your words suddenly registered in his brain, a wave of satisfaction and ego suddenly rushing through him.

Choso opened his eyes and suddenly found himself taking in your appearance. He drank in the disheveled hair, the flushed skin, the slight sheen of sweat.

Choso's breath hitched as he felt himself start to stiffen again, his body responding eagerly despite his mind's uncertainty. He had never been this intimate with someone before, let alone three times in one night. Part of him wanted to hide his renewed arousal, embarrassed by his lack of control. But another part, emboldened by your earlier encouragement, dared to hope you might want him again.

You gasped softly as you felt Choso's hardness press against your backside. Your eyes went wide, pulse quickening. "Choso, you can't be..."

He followed your gaze to where he was poking you and suddenly found himself turning red.

"I-..I can't help it," he mumbled, his voice raspy. "You just look-... you-" he groaned suddenly, burying his head in the crook of your neck again.

You groaned. "I built a monster."

Choso suddenly let out a huff against your skin, his hands suddenly grabbing your waist.

His tone suddenly turned needy, almost whiny. "You did," he mumbled. "You turned me into this. And now you have to take responsibility."

[rememberwren]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Easy peasy premature ejaculation squeezy. Hypersexual!Simon/fem!reader, handjobs, premature ejaculation.

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Ghost works his boxers back up his thick thighs and disappears into the en-suite bathroom in just them and his t-shirt. You definitely don’t check him out as he leaves. When he comes back, he has wiped his abs clean and holds an extra one in his hands. He has trouble meeting your eyes, but when he does, he gives a little self-deprecating smile that looks more like a wince. 

He’s still hard. 

“Is it always like this?” you ask. 

“Pretty much,” he says, sitting heavily on the bed. The bed frame is solid and sturdy, supporting him nicely. You shift, tucking your heels underneath you, feeling your underwear cling to the sticky wetness of your cunt. You do your best to ignore it. “It’s worse with someone here.” 

“How many times do you usually…you know.” You make a hand gesture. 

He purses his lips at your crudeness. “A day? Or in a session?”

God. He has sessions? “Both?”

“Two or three times a session. Two or three sessions a day, depending on how busy I am with work,” he says, coming to lay flat on the bed. He throws his arm over his eyes again. He shrugs a massive shoulder. “If it’s less than twice a day, I can’t really focus on anything else. It’s all my body wants and all I can think about.”

You frown. “That sounds terrible.” 

His hackles rise. “We don’t need to talk about it. That’s not what you’re here for.” 

“Right. Are you ready? Again?” 

“As I’ll ever fucking be,” he mutters, shucking his boxers down again and letting them rest around his knees. He’s definitely grown harder during your conversation together. His hands are shaking, so he clenches them into fists and rests them on his abs, taking a handful of deep, cleansing breaths. “Just—go on. Do as I said and stop when I say.” 

“Close your eyes while I lick my hand.”

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, but he shuts his eyes. You make sure to really slick your palm, spitting into it quietly—but he flinches at the sound as if it was a gunshot. 

Reaching out, you create a gentle, loose fist above his cock and slowly bring it down, enveloping the velvety head in your slick fist. His entire body goes tight, muscles clenching all over, teeth clicking as his jaw clamps shut. He is burning warm in your palm, smooth and soft as you drag your hand down his length to the base, letting the dark blond curls of his pubes tickle the meaty portion of your palm. He shudders violently, mouth falling open in a silent sound, eyes flickering rapidly beneath his lids. You realize now that you’re watching his face more than you’re watching his cock, but it is currently the more interesting of the two. 

Cock slicked by your saliva, the journey back up is a smooth slide. As soon as the crown of his cock enters the loose grip of your fist, Ghost flinches violently and barks out: “Stop!” 

One. 

You withdraw right away. His cock drools, precum oozing from the tip and dripping down the flushed length. He groans, grinding his palms against his eyes, and you have to swallow your own curse. This is the most arousing thing that’s ever happened to you—that you’ve ever been a part of, that is. 

Ghost takes nearly two full minutes to calm down properly, his chest going from full-on heaves to shaky rise-and-falls. He lets out a lengthy breath and moves his palms away from his eyes, casting you a dazed, exhausted look. He nods and shuts his eyes. 

You do the same thing all over again. He makes it through two full, slow strokes before he is telling you to stop again. Two. Despite his orders, his heels dig into the bed. His body chases your touch, pelvis lifting from the soft sheets, straining to follow your hand. He digs his fingers into his hair and pulls, knuckles white, using the pain to ground himself. 

“Again,” he croaks.  

You don’t have to slick your hand anymore; he is leaking, cock frequently giving eager twitches and jerks, like it is trying to tempt you to touch it. This time, you only manage to drag your fist halfway down the length of his cock before he is sucking in a breath and warning you off of him—and you make a mistake. Instead of letting go, you lift your hand off, inadvertently giving his sensitive head another pass through the slick passage of your fist. Ghost makes a guttural noise, reaches down to grip the base of his cock again, a touch that looks brutal with its ferocity. Three. 

“Don’t speak,” he begs at a whisper, eyes closed. “Don’t say a fucking thing, don’t even move, just—just—“

You sit in still silence, watching him struggle to hold off, wondering whether you really even want him to. You wouldn’t sabotage him (not intentionally, at least), but watching him cum earlier had awoken something twisted inside you. A part of you wanted to push his boundaries, to help him desensitize himself, to help him achieve his goal of normalcy. The other part of you wanted to ruin him. Did he realize that you were fighting a battle of your own, now? 

“That was way too fucking close,” he sighs, letting go of his cock. His eyes turn on you, dark and narrowed and nearly angry. “You’re supposed to stop when I say so.”

“It was an accident,” you say. “I’ll be more careful.” 

He grumbles something underneath his breath that you can’t quite catch, but looks resolved to his fate. He gives a stern nod, and this time he watches. You feel his eyes as tangible as any touch, stroking along the hills and valleys of your knuckles. You’re trembling a little as you bring your hand down around him. You’ve barely touched him when he makes a choked sound and bats your hand out of the way, body rising up onto one elbow as he grips at the base of his cock with his other hand—except it’s too late. You can tell by the look on his face, that pleasurable doom, that miserable capitulation. 

You meet eyes with each other, half a second’s worth of acknowledgement before he shuts his own, tucking his chin to his chest to avoid your gaze. You wait for him to let go, to ruin it again, but he doesn’t: with dextrous, devastating familiarity, he grips his cock and strokes it feverishly, the wet sounds barely audible over the sound of your own heartbeat and frantic breaths as he finally spills over. It’s less explosive than his previous orgasm but appears no less devastating to him. Cum dribbles over his scarred knuckles, dripping down his angular wrist. He is near-silent, holding his breath, withholding his pleasured sounds from you. 

At length he drops back down to the mattress from his elbow, panting and red-faced, resting his dirty hand against his belly. 

“Fuck,” he sighs to the ceiling. 

“You lasted a lot longer that time,” you offer cheerfully. 

The look he gives you is the one the phrase ‘if looks could kill’ was modeled after—you’re pretty sure. He reaches for the towel and offers it to you first. You wipe your palm and hand it back so that he can clean himself. He goes to pull up his boxers again, but you stop him. 

“You said you usually go three times in a session. We should try one more time, shouldn’t we?” 

[raitonsfw]

sometimes you’d tease satoru. and other days, you’d downright torture him. you wouldn’t dare to pull him from his confines, instead greedily grinding down on him ‘cause you were just so whipped for him– couldn’t even slip your panties off or to the side, you were that fucking desperate.

“did you miss me or something? loving this treatment, princess.” you’d hear him breathe out as you sat directly on clothed cock, rubbing against it with tiny whines falling from your lips. he barely even walked in the house from a long mission before you had him on the sofa, his legs spread wide enough for you to plant yourself on top of him.

satoru would cling onto you by the grace of god as your cunt slid against his length just right, the head of it wetting his trousers as it stiffened underneath you. he’d shudder too– a small shattered groan escaping him, his head tipping back towards the back of the sofa. 

it’d be nice for a bit, both of you just aimlessly humping each other; but it’d quickly become not enough for him. he wanted to be inside you, wanted to make you see stars from the fuck of his cock. he felt the slick that pooled on the heavy material of his uniform, your slick that you’ve drenched him with so many times before, and suddenly he was on the verge of practically begging. 

he’d try to level with you sweetly at first, his hand running past your thigh towards your cunt– “c’mon, just let me put it in sweetheart. it’d feel soo much better–” 

but you wouldn’t even entertain the idea, too far gone by the pleasure overtaking you; your hips would instead speed up against him and your hand swatted his away in response. and of course, it made satoru’s dick twitch underneath you, his chest heaving slightly and his hands clutching your hips in a weak attempt to stop you. 

you’re so close, quite literally on the brink of falling apart; there was no way you were going to stop– not even for a second. you studied his face; you couldn’t see his eyes since the damned blindfold shielded them but his jaw had fallen open and his cheeks flushed a light pink. it looked like he was a bit… embarrassed?

you braced your hands on his shoulders, grinding tiny figure-eights against his lap and another gasp escaped him. “w-wait, baby– shit, hold on a second…” 

and then you felt his whole body tense, his teeth gritting through a loud groan that he could barely hold back. but of course, you didn’t realize his faltered dismay– too wrapped up in your own orgasm to even feel the warm cum that mixed with your slick from the material of his pants. 

© raitonsfw thirsts '24 • 18+ mdni • premature ejaculation

a/n: this sat in my drafts for two months and i didn't feel like skimming it over to see if there's any mistakes but anywhooo~

[talaok]

Like a Virgin

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

summary: It's been a really long time since Joel has felt the feel of anything else besides his own fist, and once you remind him how good the real thing is... let's just say it's hard for him to live up to his full potential.

warnings: smut| unprotected p in v sex, premature ejaculation, very touch-starved Joel, and allusion to oral sex (f receiving)

a/n: I don't know what to say lmao this is a thing for me ok, don't judge (and also you can't tell me this isn't accurate, like this man hasn't gotten laid since the moon landing probably, and you expect him to last? no way babe). Also I'm sorry about the title it's funny to me lol

Now this wasn't like him.

He hadn't done this in a long time.

The last time he had sex with a woman he'd just met (or any woman to be completely honest) he was 25 years younger and the world hadn't gone to shit yet... so yeah, a long time indeed.

But you were so fucking beautiful, such a pretty face with such pretty eyes, and god but that mouth of yours-

And plus you were new to Jackson, you didn't know yet about all the scary stories folks liked to tell about him, and you were kind and funny, and... did he mention hot already?

Just one night of letting loose, that's what he'd told himself, and then he was gonna go back to his old closed-off self, but for now... for now, he was too busy throwing you on his bed to think about anything else.

You were getting rid of your clothes and he followed your lead more than willingly, almost ripping the buttons off his flannel in the rush.

He bent down to kiss your neck as his hands hurried to your tits.

God, he'd forgotten how good it felt to touch a woman.

And when you let out a little whimper, he swore he had ascended to another universe.

"Joel please"

Fuck him, but he wasn't inside of you yet, and he was already feeling far too close to coming.

Guess fucking his own fist for two decades really does something to a man.

"need something?"

He was acting wayy too smug for someone who was feeling like a virgin all over again.

"Please- I need you inside me, Joel"

fucking damnit- he shouldn't have asked that, his dick was now really suffering the consequences.

He didn't risk saying anything else as he got rid of his boxers, but of course, you just had to come out and say:

"oh wow, you're big" with the sexiest fucking voice he'd ever heard.

"want me to stop?"

For some reason, those words elicited a criminally hot smirk on your lips  

"Definitely not"

You were looking at him like a starving woman and he had to look down to where he was moving his tip to your entrance to get away from you and your dangerous, dangerous gaze

He pushed into you slowly and god fucking damnit but the sounds that you made... those sweet little moans and whines you let out as your warm pussy stretched around him and hugged him better than anything he'd felt in years... he had no words for it- no coherent sounds could make it out of his mouth except for a few groans coming deep from his chest.

"Good christ"

that's the only thing he managed to murmur as he bottomed out and had to take a break to try not to bust his load right there.

"fuck you feel so good" you moaned, as your hands gripped his sheets "please move" you begged, your voice breathy and pleading, and godfuck he should have really thought about it before doing this.

"Joel please-"

"I just need a moment darlin'" he explained, closing his eyes to try and remember how he used to manage to last and coming up completely empty.

He could feel your expectant eyes on him so even if he sure as hell didn't feel ready, he did as you asked and started to move.

The regret reached him extraordinarily fast as he felt your walls tightening around him and as you cried out for him like an angel sent straight from heaven.

"fuck-" you moaned, looking up at him with doe eyes that made him wonder if you really just knew what you were doing, if you actually enjoyed torturing him like this

"god you're so deep"

Yeah, you definitely knew

"and so big-" you cried

He gripped your waist to try and ground himself as he thrusted into your fucking perfect cunt.

"oh my god-yes!" you moaned, your back arching from the bed as his thrust got harsher in the hopes that that would make you talk less.

"just like that Joel- oh-" 

And Joel was tough in a lot of ways and he wasn't one to give up easily, but shit you were making it hard for him.

"Please don't stop- fuckfuckfuck" you begged, shutting your eyes close at the feeling.

And that was it, he couldn't do it anymore

"please stop talking" he breathed, his eyes resuming their tour of your eyes, mouth, and bouncing tits.

"why?" 

"nothing it's just-"

And before he could answer you had grabbed his shoulder and forced him to bend down to meet your mouth with his.

Goddamnit.

"you just feel too good Joel" 

"fuck." he groaned, not able to stop his hips from moving no matter how much he wanted to "shit"

"what is it?"

"Jesus Christ I-"

"is there something wrong?"

"n-no just- fuck I'm sorry sweetheart"

And that's all he could say as he abruptly pulled out of you, his spend covering your stomach not even a second after as he growled so loud his neighbors probably thought he was getting killed.

"shit" again, he sighed, his forehead falling to your shoulder.

"oh" you couldn't help but smile as everything came together

"I'm sorry darlin'" he breathed, leaning away and standing up as shame filled every inch of him.

"It's just- It's been a long time since I've done... this"

You sat up, your legs still dangling off the bed, as you admired his handy work on your belly.

"And you... you're just real fucking pretty" he huffed a half-laugh "I'm sorry"

You looked up at him then, meeting his mortified expression.

"No hey" you smiled, placing a hand on his torso "It's fine, I understand"

"god this is embarrassing, I feel like a sixteen-year-old all over again" he shook his head

"stop" you cooed, gently caressing his skin, as a mischievous spark lighted in your irides "It's fine, really" you promised, "and besides..." you bit your bottom lip as you slowly spread your legs "you could still make it up to me, y'know?"

He groaned again, falling to his knees between your thighs

"that I can do"

[hgfictionwriter]

Frustration

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: It's no secret that you have a hold on Jessie. And sometimes, you want to see just how far that goes.

Warnings: G!P content. Edging, teasing, dirty talk. Premature ejaculation.

A/N: I could picture this theme going a few different ways, so, here's one. We'll see if I'm tempted to write another scenario in the future. Love this concept though lol. Based on this request.

"You all set to go?"

You peeked over your shoulder to see Jessie, who'd been waiting patiently at the dining room table for you. She rose from her seat and head over to join you at the entryway of your shared apartment.

"Thanks for waiting," you told her as you handed her her shoes. She smirked and gave you a quick kiss as she took them from you.

"I know the drill," she joked.

You gathered up your belongings, looking around once more to make sure you had everything.

"Good?" She asked as she waited for your affirmation.

"Oh, I forgot one thing," you announced as you turned back towards her.

"Oh, wh-"

Her words caught in her throat as you grasped her hand and slipped it under your skirt. You relished the expression on her face as you pushed your panties aside with her fingers and coated her digits in the arousal pooling at your core.

You pushed the tips of her fingers against your entrance, dipping inside just so before releasing them and drawing her hand away.

“Okay, let’s go,” you said brightly as you opened the door. You smirked at her slack jaw and the way she belatedly blinked. Your gaze flicked downward to her pants and saw the faintest outline of her length growing. You smiled and headed into the hall.

You were halfway to the elevator when you heard the apartment door slam. You glanced behind to see Jessie locking up and walking toward you, jacket held strategically in front of her and sporting a glare.

“What the hell, babe,” she muttered as she joined you in the elevator, her gaze lingering for a second before shifting to the roof of the elevator.

“What?” You asked innocently, but ultimately couldn’t hold back a smirk. “Consider it a compliment.”

You bit back a laugh as something akin to a grumble and a growl escaped her.

When you climbed into the car you spied out of the corner of your eye how she shifted uncomfortably and adjusted her pants in an attempt to hide her burgeoning arousal. You stifled another laugh as she huffed as she began the drive.

You tried to mind your own business, looking out the window, but the resilient bulge in her pants caught your eye every time you glanced over. You couldn’t resist reaching over, laying a hand on her thigh and allowing it to venture upwards.

“Cool it,” she told you in a terse voice as she slowed to a stop at the intersection.

“I can help you, you know,” you offered lightly as your hand began to graze along the front of her pants and caress her bulge. She exhaled visibly through her mouth as you felt her hardening further underneath your touch. She gripped the steering wheel and swallowed.

“I’m fine,” she grumbled as she shot you a look before her eyes fell closed as you massaged her further.

You both jolted in your seats as the car behind you honked. You looked forward in alarm to see the light had turned green and traffic had moved on before dissolving into a snicker. Looking over you saw her face burn red and she shot you another glare.

Jessie, much to your appreciation, had always been quite responsive to your advances - some reactions intentional, some not. That combined with her rosy cheeks, made her such an easy target for your teasing and this morning you’d gotten an idea into your head and you couldn’t let it go. Jessie may grumble and complain along the way, but you were confident she’d be happy in the end.

It wasn’t long before she pulled into a stall at the grocery store and she put the car in park with another dirty look your direction.

“We’re not going in yet,” she muttered with an irritated glance down at the faint outline of her lingering arousal. She spotted the self-satisfied look on your face and you looked away as she delivered an accusatory stare. “You’re mean and a tease.”

“Doesn’t have to be a tease…,” you said and Jessie grunted as she unbuckled and hoisted herself out of the car.

You followed her in and she wandered on ahead of you, still irritated and frustrated. By the time you caught up she seemed to have relaxed and there was no sign of her earlier excitement. Still, she was less than pleased with you.

She gave you a discerning stare as you approached and dropped a few items into the basket she held.

“Can we make bruschetta tonight?” You asked lightly.

“Whatever,” she grumbled, avoiding holding eye contact.

You sighed quietly and stood before her. You rested your hands on the side of her neck, thumbs grazing up and down. She gave you a look of warning before you let one hand drift downward, along her chest and torso until it flirted with her groin and thigh. She exhaled stiffly and her grip on the basket tightened.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed. It’s healthy - and sexy - that you get excited so easily,” you told her quietly, ignoring the affronted look she gave you. “And, I mean, it turns me on, to know I get you worked up.” You leaned in further, your breath hot in her ear. “I'm dripping wet just thinking about your thick cock slipping into me." You finished with a lick to her ear, holding back a grin as she tensed up and the faintest moan crept up her throat.

“Jesus Christ,” Jessie complained, her gaze flitting about in a fluster as she clutched the basket to her front. You glanced down with a grin.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

She narrowed her eyes at you.

“You fucking know,” she muttered through grit teeth. “What are you trying to do to me today?”

“I’m just having some fun,” you shrugged. You cast your gaze downward briefly, but pointedly. “And despite your claims, I’d say you are too.”

She grunted her complaint and forged on again without you, her gait somewhat stilted as she navigated and tried to hide her renewed arousal behind the basket she carried.

When you were leaving the grocery store she shoved the keys into your hands. You looked to her in surprise.

“You can drive,” she pouted.

She always drove. So you knew she was definitely pissed at this point. Your suspicions were confirmed as she got in and slumped into her seat hardly offering even a hint of a glance as you began to drive.

“Where are we going?” She eventually mumbled in complaint as she peered around critically several minutes in.

“I’m getting you a peace offering,” is all you said.

“Ice cream?” She eventually said as you reached your destination.

“Don’t complain. I know you love it,” you said. She rolled her eyes but got out of the car just the same.

“It’s nice out, let’s sit outside,” you suggested after you both got your cones. She quietly took up a seat next to you at a nearby bench, still irritated by your earlier teasing though she had yet again calmed down.

“How’s yours?” You asked. She gave you a fleeting glance, looking away quickly when she saw you licking your ice cream.

“Fine,” she answered flatly.

“You’re dripping,” you said as you nodded to a small streak of ice cream that had melted and was now dripping onto one of her fingers.

She hardly looked at it when you held her cone with one hand and grasped her hand with the other, bringing her finger into your mouth, wrapping your tongue sensually around it and sucking. You locked eyes with her as you slowly bobbed your head back and forth a couple of times, making extra sure to get it clean.

“Babe,” she forced out, eventually pulling her finger back and readjusting her position on the bench as she cleared her throat. “Christ, this is torture.”

Jessie shifted away, turning her back to you. You started rubbing her back in half-hearted consolation and she grumbled once more.

She was still huffy and irritable when you got back into the car after you’d both finished. You glanced at her out of the corner of your eye as she shifted repeatedly in her seat and adjusted her pants same as she did at the start of your journey.

"You know - it's actually very uncomfortable,” she mumbled with a sidelong glance towards you as you drove home.

“Well, let me help, then,” you offered as you rubbed her thigh. She grunted in complaint.

“No,” she pouted as she grabbed your hand and held it firmly in hers - well away from the symptom of her frustration. “I’ll do it myself when I get home.”

Your jaw dropped and you slowly turned your head to her with an scandalized look.

“Without me? I don’t even get to reap the rewards of my hard work?” You asked, flabbergasted.

“Nope.” Jessie smirked. “Too bad.”

She’d pay for that.

When you were both back at the apartment and just starting to put away the groceries you set your eyes on her. She was facing a counter and unloading a bag when you came up behind her, wrapping your arms around her middle and began laying slow kisses along the back of her neck. You felt a low rumble in her chest and let your hands begin to wander.

"I'm unpacking groceries," she said flatly, though she'd stilled all efforts to do so and didn't remove herself from your embrace.

"I can think of some other things you can do," you said lightly as you took her earlobe in between your teeth and tugged, giving it a flick with your tongue. You felt her knees weaken subtly before she straightened once more.

"Don't be mad at me, baby," you gently urged as one of your hands drifted lower, toying with the waistband of her pants.

"I'm not mad, I'm frustrated," she corrected firmly as she craned her neck back to shoot you a look. "And you know damn well why."

"Well, let's deal with that," you said and grabbed her by the hand and led her to the couch before she could protest. You gave her a sensual kiss, your tongue grazing her lips and pulling another small groan of complaint from her that only deepened when you began to caress her growing length through her pants yet again. You smirked as you pushed her down onto the couch.

Though she looked up at you with a begrudging glare, you weren't fooled. Your eyes fell to the area at the front of her pants that were now pulled taut yet again under your teasing and ministrations.

"It's really fucking uncomfortable," Jessie complained further as she crossed her arms and looked away under your mirthful stare. She cleared her throat as she shifted restlessly.

"Well I can't have you feeling that way, now can I?" You asked as you straddled her lap. You rocked your hips forward as you feigned settling in, making sure to have your heat press directly against her straining member. Another helpless moan formed in her throat and you were keenly aware of how her eyes closed instinctually.

She exhaled heavily as she opened her eyes once more, some of her stubbornness stripping away as she unfolded her arms and let her hands rest on your bare legs.

"You are so unbelievably mean," she pouted, though her fingers started sneak up your thighs and under your skirt.

"How so, baby?" You asked as you rocked yourself against her again, your thin panties the only thing stopping you from making a mess on the front of her pants.

Her movements stopped and her fingers dug into you as she gave you another pointed look.

"You've been teasing me all fucking morning. What do you mean 'How so'?"

"Just asking," you answered innocently as you continued to grind your hips into her. You bit back a smirk as her grip on you tightened and she began rocking her hips up into you. You could see by the way her jaw clenched that she was doing her best to remain composed. You leaned into her ear to whisper.

"I can't help it if I've been thinking about nothing but your hard cock filling me, stretching me so tight."

She moaned softly and her hands kneaded your thighs before starting to play with the band of your panties. You began riding her faster, pushing into her more firmly. Your lips parted as you began to pant gently in her ear.

"I've been so fucking wet for you all day. Just aching and throbbing for you. I can feel how hard you are. God, I just want you inside me. I'm probably soaking through my panties and getting cum all of your pants."

"Jesus Christ," Jessie grunted as she gripped your hips tightly and pulled you down against her. She removed one hand and went to undo her pants, but you instead you grabbed it, moving your panties aside and pushing her fingers through your slick folds. "Oh fuck," she breathed as her head fell slack against the back of the couch.

"Feel what you do to me?" You whispered. "Even when you aren't even trying."

"Babe," She warned. "If we're going to do this, we better-"

You brought her hand away and up to your mouth, sitting back enough to make eye contact with her. Her eyelids were heavy with lust and she moaned as you took her fingers into your mouth and sucked them clean, your head bobbing against her fingers in time with the way your hips rocked against her.

"Jesus fuck," she hissed, head falling back once more as her eyes fell shut. "God, baby." You noted the way her breathing was shallow and quick now. You ran your fingers through her hair before your fingers dug into her crown.

"God, I just want you so badly," you whined as you ground into her. "It feels so good when you first slip inside me. Then when you bottom out and start fucking me? Nothing is better." You clutched her tightly, still riding her restricted cock. You felt her tensing up underneath you. "Please baby, I need you so much."

"Ba-" Her protest dissolved into a whimper as her fingers dug almost painfully into your hips as she stiffened up entirely, mouth agape and silent for several seconds until a feeble gasp escaped her, her body shuddering and tensing up further a few times until melting away from you and falling slack into the cushions.

Her shoulders rose up and down, mouth still open and eyes dazed as she tried to catch her breath.

"F-fuck," she eventually breathed, an expression of concern slowly evolving on her face. Her cheeks were rosy from your recent escapade, but were now growing a deeper shade of crimson.

"Honey?" You asked, knowing fully well what had just happened.

You saw her setting her jaw repeatedly, gaze looking through your body as she clearly worked to process what happened. She opened her mouth a couple of times to speak.

"I-um." She stammered. You felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction at getting this women, who prided herself on stamina, to cum before she had even gotten her pants off. You leaned down and kissed her, though she only passively accepted.

"I-I'm sorry. I don't know...," she trailed off, cheeks burning brightly.

"Don't be sorry," you kissed her cheek and gave her ear a playful lick before you whispered. "It's actually really fucking hot."

She shot you a look, something between disbelieving and irritated. You got off of her and she gave you an almost hurt expression, perhaps anticipating some kind of rejection or scolding, only to be surprised as you settled onto your knees in between her legs.

"I'm serious," you told her as you reached out and started to undo her pants. She went to stop you.

"Hey," she said, her hands on yours, unable to hold your gaze for long as she looked away sheepishly again.

"Trust me," you told her as you pulled her hand to you and kissed it. You waited for her to give you a nod and you continued.

"I consider it a huge fucking compliment that I could get you off like that," you told her as she allowed you to take off her pants. You reached for her boxers and she stopped you again.

"Babe," she implored bashfully. She spoke again in a hushed voice. "It's going to be a mess."

"The messier the better," you told her. She looked unconvinced. "I love you so much. And you know what I love almost as much? Making you cum."

She took a large breath and studied you for a moment before relenting and letting you take off her boxers.

She wasn't lying - it was a mess. But it made you throb with want.

"God, that's so sexy," you said as you grasped her softening cock. You rubbed her cum along it, using it as lube as you began to tease her length again. "Knowing I did that. That you wanted me that much."

Jessie's lips parted as she watched you working her, her length beginning to grow hard again under your touch.

"It's only fair," you teased. "You felt how wet I was; I should get the same from you."

She bit back a moan. "It's not the same."

"Well I think it's incredibly hot," you told her as you leaned forward, holding her gaze as you traced your tongue around the head of her member. You smiled at how her head fell back slightly and her shoulders rose. "Let me clean you up."

You took her into your mouth and sucked lightly as you pulled your head back. Soon, she was back to full length as you bobbed your head up and down on her, feeling her tip hitting the back of your throat. Again, you held back a smile at how you heard her fingers gripping the couch cushions tightly as you worked on her.

It wasn't long before she was subtly rocking her hips up into your mouth, her hand now caressing the side of your face before settling on the back of your head.

"Mm," she voiced. "God, baby. What are you doing to me?" Her breath was heavy as she clutched your hair in her hand.

Soon enough, her pace quickened, hips gently bucking as she held your head in place before a muffled grunt fell from her lips as she pushed herself into mouth, seed spilling down your throat.

"Fuck," she breathed as she drew back before pushing inside again, still spilling cum, her hips now starting to stutter against your mouth.

She laid there, spent, chest heaving up and down as she came down off of her second high. You lifted yourself up, smiling as you wiped the sides of your mouth clean. You rest your hands on either side of her hips and leaned in to start peppering her jawline and cheeks with sweet, chaste kisses. Still, she caught the blatantly smug look on your face.

"You're awfully happy with yourself, aren't you?" She said with a quiet smirk.

"I really am," you chuckled before smiling affectionately at her. "And with you."

[specialgrades]

CRiTiCAL HiT ! ⏤ select genshin men and their sensitive spots

arataki itto, wriothesley, neuvillette

➜ ┊: cw ! porn without plot, monster fucking… kinda, dom!reader, nipple play, premature ejaculation, pet names ( sugar, baby, darling, my love ), reader’s gender not specified but is topping neuvillette ( could be read as a strap or a dick ), hair pulling, neuv is kinda ooc but we're gonna ignore that for now, cumming untouched, not beta read we die like men

notes. whoa hey. i'm kinda popping off recently. anyway this is only three characters cause they're the only ones i'm horny for. if you think i have a particular favourite you're probably right. dividers by cafekitsune as per usual, backbone of tumblr fr!

ARATAKi iTTO — horns

such a big man reduced to a whimpering mess if you stroke his horns! god forbid you do it while he’s already experiencing other stimuli…

itto’s grunts and groans mixed in with your own moans as his hips snapped against yours. his hair falling in his face as he hung his head, fangs almost piercing his lip with how hard he’s biting it. your hands gripping at the sheets as he makes it his mission to rearrange your guts. one particular thrust has his tip hitting that spot deep inside you directly; a broken scream leaving you as your hands flew up to him for anything to ground yourself with. fingers wrapping around his red oni horns, tugging as he keeps hitting that spot. itto moans loudly, hips stuttering. “sugar, don— oh fuck—!” you tug again, oblivious to his protests until you feel him cum inside of you a lot quicker than usual. his body shakes as he does, whimpers leaving him. he knew his horns were sensitive, but not that much; and god did it feel good. you blink at him, hands still holding onto his horns. “did you jus’... cum from having your horns touched?” you manage, shuttering as he slowly fucks his cum deeper into you. “sensitive— ah-!” he yelps when you tug again. any semblance of dominance he had slipped away as you played with his horns. his cock twitched back to life at record speed, his hips moving on their own. “fuck sugar, don’t stop… tug ‘em harder— jus’ like that, fuck! fuck…” he cums again, crying out as he did.

WRiOTHESLEY — chest

wrio never knew that his chest was that sensitive, he always just ignored that part of his body during his own time. your wandering hands change that…

wriothesley’s kisses were always hungry, sloppy. he doesn’t have much experience, but his eagerness to devour you every time your lips connect isn’t something you’d trade for the world. he helps you tug his tie off and undo his vest, the fabric hanging loosely off of his shoulders. all without breaking the kiss you had pulled him into a few minutes prior. your fingers work on the buttons of his dress shirt while he toys with the hem of your shirt. same fingers pushing under the fabric of his shirt, index fingers brushing against his nipples as you moved. wriothesley surprised himself with the moan that escaped him when they did, freezing up for a second. he feels you smirk against him, fingers brushing over his nipples again. he caught the moan this time— though barely— shaky noises escaping him as his nipples hardened under your touch. his slacks feeling even tighter than they did when you began undressing him. “sensitive, are we?” you ask against his lips. he’s trying to focus and doesn’t respond instantly; causing you to lightly pinch the buds. he whines, body unsure if it wants to push against or pull away from the sensation. “y-yes! don’t—” he breaks the kiss as he tosses his head back, eyes squeezed shut and bottom lip tugged between his teeth. you look down to his pants, part of the light grey turned a darker shade from how much he’s leaking just from your teasing. “let’s see…” you let go of his chest to walk him back against his desk. he had fully intended to fuck you against it not even five minutes ago, but the tables had turned. he felt your gaze on the evident bulge in his pants, wiggling his hips in hopes it’d get you to touch him. you did, but not where he wanted you to. pushing his shirt and vest from his shoulders to fully expose his torso, you went for his chest again. whimpers and moans spilled from him as you toyed with the sensitive skin. a particularly loud moan that caused him to bite his hand to silence himself when your tongue flicked against the left one. he felt the coil in his stomach tighten as your tongue swirled around the bud, your fingers tweaking the one your mouth wasn’t on. he shrugged the rest of his shirt off, hand gripping your shoulder as he thrusted his hips up into nothing. “baby ‘m gonna— please— fuck fuck fuck-!” he gripped you tight as he came untouched, cum soaking his underwear and pants. he shuttered when you gave one last pinch to his nipples, breathing hard when you pulled away. “hm… cute.” you surmise, running your finger along the wet spot of his pants. he pulled away from your touch, sensitivity heightened. you smiled at him, cupping his face gently. “think you got one more in you, baby?”

NEUViLLETTE — ears

it’s law that pointy elf ears are sensitive. argue with a wall. the iudex is no exception…

neuvillette buried his head into the pillows, shaky breaths turning into moans as the sound of skin hitting skin. he felt your lips on his nape and shoulder— licking, biting, sucking the skin there as you fucked into him. his cocks rubbing against the pillow you put under his hips and staining the cotton. pulling away from his shoulder after nursing the bruises you left, your eyes focus on the pointy ears of the iudex. your curiosity got the better of you and before you could stop yourself, your tongue darted out to lick at the shell of his ear. neuvillette shuttered and moaned, hole clenching as pleasure ran through his body. “darling not there plea—” he cut himself off with a moan when the mixture of you hitting his prostate and your tongue running along his ear made his entire body light on fire. “your weak spot, hm?” you muse, your voice rumbling against his skin. he moaned, nodding as he moved his hips to get more friction on his dicks and to fuck back against you. “please…” he mumbles, so close with the mixture of all the stimuli happening at once. “more…” he begs weakly. he doesn’t expect you to give in so easily, but he’s been so good all day you cave; pulling back until just the tip was inside him before harshly snapping your hips against his ass. you lightly bit the tip of his ear as you did, tongue still running along the cartilage. the iudex cried out, arching further into the mattress as he felt the coil begin to snap. “please let me cum darling, please ‘s too much please-!” he cries, trying so hard to hold back from cumming until you give him the green light. “so soon, neuvi? your ears that sensitive?” he nodded, rain hitting the window as you brought him closer to the edge. you hum, breath hot on his ear. “go on, my love…” you lick his ear again. “cum.” he does almost instantly, crying out as he makes a mess of the pillow and his stomach. he collapsed onto the mattress, small shocks going through his body from the intensity of his orgasm. you give him a minute before sitting up, hand wrapping around his hair and horns. with a tug he’s pulled flush to your chest. high pitched yelp left him as you did, feeling your breath against his other ear now. “let’s see where else you’re sensitive, hm?”

[hoshifighting]

inexperienced!woozi + premature ejaculation ! 😭🖤

WARNINGS: smut, overstimulation, fast nut, degradation.

you let out this low chuckle, watching him fumble beneath you, trying so hard not to look embarrassed but oh, it’s all over his face, painted in that stupid blush he gets when he’s all riled up. he’s gasping, already a damn mess, and it’s barely been a few strokes.

“seriously, jihoon?” you tease, lips pulling into a smirk as you give his cock another slow, torturously tight squeeze that has him jerking up into your hand. “two minutes in, and you’re already losin’ it? thought you’d be able to keep up with me by now.”

he swallows hard, tries to keep his head up like he’s in control of himself, but he can’t hide the twitch of his hips or the way his jaw keeps dropping open like he’s about to say somethin’ and can’t even think straight. “’m not– not that bad…” he tries, but he’s already got that half-pleading look in his eye.

“yeah, sure,” you laugh, making sure he can feel every inch of your hand as you twist your wrist in this way that’s almost mean, but it’s all too good for him to complain about. “c’mon, jihoon. what is this, your first time?”

jihoon’s the type that cums like it’s the first time, every single time, all caught up in his own head, like he doesn’t even realize it’s coming until it hits. you barely get your palm to twist over the tip again, and he’s already a goner, all shivery and whimpering like he’s lost control of every muscle in his body. poor guy’s hardly hanging on, his breath so short it’s like he’s running a race he’s already lost.

and the thing about jihoon? he always starts out tryin' to play it cool, all reserved, tight-lipped, like he thinks he’s got this. this little spark in his eye that says, “you’re not gonna get to me.” but you can’t miss that moment when his body backstabs him. like now, the way his eyelids flutter, all those proper defenses crumbling in one soft, drawn-out “ngh…” that spills from his lips before he even knows he’s made a sound.

you hold him still by the base, letting the other hand keep this lazy, soft rhythm right over him. you know he’s sensitive already —he twitches every time your palm grazes over the tip, which, yeah, you can’t help but smirk at. his abs are all tense, rippling every time you drag your hand in just the right way, and then they twitch again, like he’s fighting it off but losing miserably. jihoon cums like he’s embarrassingly aware of how much he’s into it, how little control he’s got, like he’s absolutely humiliated but can’t get enough.

his mouth drops open, silent for a second as he lets out this low, strangled groan—his eyes rolling back, closing up tight, body going taut like every nerve’s screaming at him. that’s the moment. you can practically feel his pride getting all tangled up with how good it feels, like he’s helpless to stop it, and you love that. it’s raw, unguarded, so very jihoon. he’s trying to hold himself together and failing miserably, and maybe that’s what makes it so fun—the way he fights it but loses. you can see him trying to keep up, trying to pace himself, like he doesn’t want to seem like he’s already on the edge, but you know he’s there, holding on by a thread. and then he’s there, going under, everything just… snapping. he’s so worked up, so easily solved, like he’s been holding onto this reign and you just pull it right out from under him.

it’s barely been a few strokes, but you roll your palm over the tip, feel that little wetness gather under your hand, and he just… cums, fast and pathetic lovely.

and it’s like clockwork. the second you start talking, mocking him, he’s twitching again, his cock giving these little desperate jumps against your hand. oh, that’s the real secret; he’s just as helpless against your words as he is against your touch. you didn’t even need to lay a finger on him again before he’s already hardening back up, faster than he probably even thought he could manage. it’s ridiculous, really, how fast he’s back at it, but comprehensible since he cant hold it too long. those wide, vulnerable eyes.

you laugh at him—it’s like he’s asking for it, the way his blush just deepens, flaring red all the way up to his ears. “already getting hard? again? you’re just—” you pause, twisting your wrist just the way he likes, watching his eyelids flicker, his mouth open in this perfect little “o” shape. “guess you’re just that easy, huh?”

he whimpers, full-on whimpers, and it’s like that sound’s got a direct line to your brain. his head drops back, but not before you catch the flash of pure embarrassment in his eyes, like he’s never been so vulnerable, never been so absolutely exposed. and you’re loving it. making him squirm and shiver and try to hide his face like he’s about to die from how much he’s feeling it.

“you want me to stop laughing?” you murmur, real low, leaning close so he can feel your breath against his neck, teasing as he jerks in response, every nerve in him on fire. “maybe if you weren’t so damn desperate, i could keep a straight face.”

jihoon tries, tries so hard to pull himself together, but you’re there, sliding your hand back down him, keeping that smug little smirk that has him looking away, like he can’t handle it. he’s breathing all heavy, chest rising and falling like he’s trying to get a grip, but u’re relentless, rolling your thumb over him, smirking as he gasps and tenses, fully aware you’re nowhere near finished.

“y/n… please,” he stammers out, voice shaky, and it’s all the more satisfying hearing him struggle to even speak, like he’s torn between wanting it to stop and wanting it more than anything else. but that only makes u laugh harder.

[thriftedtchotchkes]

Premature ejaculation with Mike

set my clocks early

pairing: mike schmidt x f!reader

warnings: 18+ MDNI, coworker!reader, premature ejaculation, smut, unprotected piv, overstimulation

word count: <1k

(thanks for sending in this request, anon!)

He should stop talking. He should really stop talking and close his eyes, or think about anything else but how tight you feel and how good you look stretched around him.

Naked grandmas, his shitty boss at Tire Zone, killer animatronic animals. Anything.

But he can't. You're overtaking all of Mike's senses at once, and his caveman brain can't comprehend that he's finally fucking you after months of pining and awkward flirting.

Now that you're actually on top of him, reverse cowgirl with that perfect ass in his face, he can't do anything else but stare in disbelief. Those are his hands on your body. His hands bouncing you on his lap and spreading your cheeks so he can watch your pussy swallow him whole. And he can't shut up about it.

"Fuuuck, that's it. That's—fucking perfect, look at you," he breathes out raggedly, biting back a groan when you lean forward to change the angle. "Gripping me s-so tight...shit."

His grip slackens and he lets you take over, fighting not to rock into you and throw off your rhythm. On every upstroke, your hips roll and his cock drags against your walls until just the tip is stretching you out. Then, you swivel down and he hits something that makes you clench and moan like he's only ever heard in his wet dreams.

"S'good...feels good. Right—," you gasp as he accidentally bucks into your heat, "—there, right there."

Shit, you liked that. You're trying to get him to do it again, he can tell, and he wants to. He wants to fuck you harder, to piston into you until your hushed sighs are amplified to stuttered, high-pitched moans.

"Where, baby, here? Feels good here?"

He tries to work his way up to it one deep thrust at a time, but he can't keep going. You're squeezing him too hard, and his own words are sending him over the edge.

"N-need you to cum for me. Wanna make you feel good...you feel so fucking good," he whines, turning and burying his face into his pillow to muffle his babbling. He can't control it anymore. "You're gonna make me cum, oh my god."

You speed up, and he lets you because he knows you're close. You're louder than before and quaking on his thighs, grinding your clit into the base of his cock like your life depends on it.

"Shit—"

It's too much. Your pussy creaming around him is too much. Your pussy pulsing around him is way too much. The sight of his hips slapping into your ass every time you drop onto him is...going to make him cum. Fuck, he's going to cum.

"—shit, shit, shit."

He should pull out. He should take a second to breathe and stave off his orgasm. He should stop fucking talking. But it's already too late.

There's barely enough time to drag you off before his cock lands on your ass and he starts cumming. And he cums hard. Thick spurts leak between your cheeks and splatter across your back as he pulses against your skin, and he grips your waist so tight, you squeal in surprise above him.

He tries not to feel like a complete asshole, even as he all but sobs his way through it, because it should be you cumming right now. You should be unraveling on top of him while he fucks you through it. But you're not mad—he should've known you wouldn't be. You've always been so sweet to him.

When he finally lifts his gaze, you're watching him over your shoulder, so pretty as you bite your lip and rub frantic circles into your clit. He's sensitive as fuck, but you deserve better than that. He can still treat you better than that.

He bends you forward to line himself up again, hissing at the overstimulation as he slips back inside you. Every thrust feels like a jolt of lightning through his spine, intense and a little painful, but fucking incredible.

"Mike...M-Mike, it's okay. You don't—fuck," you keen as he hits harder and deeper than before, forcing you up and down his cock until your walls begin to flutter around him.

"I need you to cum," he pants heavily, overwhelmed by conflicting waves of pain and pleasure. He's loving every second of it. "Until that happens, I'm not stopping."

thanks for reading!

[kingkatsuki]

— accidents

I had to get this out of my system. If it’s not for you, you don’t have to read it.

Sakura has a real hard time controlling himself around you.

Pairing: Sakura Haruka x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, m!piss (Sakura pisses inside you), premature ejaculation, messy bodily fluids, creampie.

Word Count: 1.4k.

It’s not his fault.

Sakura thinks as eases his hips forward. Your cunt opening invitingly as you stretch around his swollen tip, coaxing more of him inside with a pretty hum from plush lips. He’s doing better this time, he hasn’t cum the moment he felt your velvety walls clench around his cock — as he fists the sheets on either side of your head — not daring to look down at you from fear of coming undone too soon again.

It really wasn’t fair, you looked far too pretty like this.

“Feels so good, Haruka.” You sigh, and Sakura has to bite his tongue to stop his cock from pulsing at the sound. His heavy balls already tight and ready to push warm spurts of cum inside your eager cunt, but he’s determined to last more than three pumps this time— he’s prepared.

But no amount of fisting his cock with a spit-soaked palm to the thought of you could compare to the real thing right now. Your greedy walls sucking him into your scorching depths, hands smoothing along his bare chest as you whisper candied praises to him off the tip of your tongue.

It felt so good that holding back like this almost felt like torture.

“Please, move.” You whine beneath him, “I’m ready—”

You might’ve been, but Sakura definitely wasn’t.

Heterochromia eyes screwed shut as he sucked a harsh breath into his lungs through clenched teeth, trying to subdue the incessant throb surging through him as Sakura chanced a sharp, harsh thrust. One that had your body jolting as he forced you up the mattress, pushing the top of your head against the headboard as you let out a sinful moan.

Yeah, he certainly wasn’t going to last.

Your thighs shifted, clinging to either side of his hips to try and fuck yourself on his cock. Doing nothing to help quell the desperate throb in his balls as Sakura tried to think of something, anything but the debauched sight of you beneath him. A searing heat bloomed in his his cheeks, all the way to the tops of his shoulders. A fiery red that rivalled the swollen tip of his cock as he gave another harsh snap of his hips, causing you to cry out for him.

“So big.” You coo, and the saccharine lilt to your voice has him grinding his teeth.

Sakura can’t focus on anything other than the way your walls tremble around him, the pressure inside his pelvis continues to pulse as he finds himself teetering on the edge of his climax already. Trying to do more than just shamelessly rut himself into your warm, wet cunt.

“Oh, god,” You whine from beneath him, as he makes another mistake by peering at you through slitted eyes. A terrible decision that has him on the cusp of his climax as he takes in the sight of your face contorted in pleasure as your breasts bounce with each roll of his hips— practically begging him to give you everything he’s got.

And he does.

A sudden heat courses through your pliant body, collecting between your thighs as he comes undone above you. Eyes rolling back as a long, desperate cry is ripped from the back of his throat as he feels relief swiftly surge through him in rippling waves.

“Oh my god, Haru—” You begin, palms splayed on his chest to try and push him off but you can’t shift him. Not as his hips continue to jerk as he empties his balls inside you, creaming your insides with his heady spunk.

But that’s not what has you trying to move back, to get him to pull out of you.

It’s the unfamiliar heat that follows. Spreading through your core like wildfire, filling you to the brim as you feel his warm stream of piss flood into your stretched hole. Squirming beneath him as you try to avoid the sensation, but Sakura’s hips are rough and persistent as he jerks above you sloppily. Fucking the constant stream deeper inside you as his face contorts in immense pleasure, lips parted in a constant whine as he fills you to the brim.

You shouldn’t like it, but its mortifying the way your body reacts to it— your neglected clit throbs with need as you feel yourself writhe against him for some sort of relief. Trying to drag your cunt against the messy hairs at the base of his cock to give yourself some needed stimulation, nails dig into his broad shoulders as you leave a flurry of crimson crescent-moons in their wake.

The copious amounts of piss mixed with the cum from his release that he’s forced into your unsuspecting hole begin to leak out from the power and intensity of his bucking hips as it dribbles onto the sheets beneath you, soaking the fabric and sticking to your skin uncomfortably as you feel it begin cool against you.

“I’m sorry— I’m sorry, I—” Sakura doesn’t even know what to say, his mind still clouded in a euphoric haze as he keeps his twitching cock buried inside you. Chasing the sensation as he plugs you full, “It— was an accident.”

“It’s so— I feel so full.” You pant, body still heightened with shock as you lay lax beneath him. Watching his face as his tongue almost lolls out from pleasure as he pants like a dog in heat, fingers twisted tight in the sheets on either side of your head as your greedy walls still try to coax more from his spent cock even after he’s just emptied both his balls and bladder inside you.

Sakura’s hips jolt at your words, giving another sudden rut of his hips as the lewd sound of him fucking his sopping mess deeper inside you fills the room. It’s debauched, and downright crude but it only serves to have your cunt pulsing around him in satisfaction as you continue to search for your own release.

He expects you to push him away; to shove him off, which is why he’s surprised when you reach down between your connected bodies to swipe your slender fingers against your puffy clit. Pressing quick, insistent circles against it as Sakura can’t help but watch— his cock still half-hard and eager as he gives another thrust in retaliation to the way your walls clamp down around him.

He’s not sure he has anything left to give; the last orgasm so intense that he’d been unable to control his bladder as he poured a warm stream of piss inside your pliant walls. But he’s certain you’ll probably be mad at him when he pulls away, because even with his complete lack of knowledge he knows enough to know that what he did wasn’t fucking normal— so why the hell did he like it so much?

He’s brought back to you when he feels your walls begin to pulse and spasm around him, a telltale sign of your impending release as hazy eyes glance down at where your bodies are connected. Watching the speed of your fingers increase as you work yourself towards your own bliss, coming undone with a whiny cry of his name as he feels your walls squeeze down around him in a salacious attempt at stealing another load from him.

Your arms reach up to wrap around his shoulders to pull him down into a languid flash of tongues and teeth, breathing soft moans into his mouth as he finally pulls out. Eyes immediately focused on the mess of cum and piss that leaks out of your spent cunt, soaking your inner thighs as it drools onto the sheets beneath you. And it’s embarrassing how the sight alone is enough to have his cock standing to attention again, debating whether to push himself back inside your velvety walls to steal another climax from you— he’d definitely do better this time, he’s sure of it.

“I can’t believe you just pissed inside me, Haruka.” You groaned, face flushed with embarrassment as Sakura goes completely red, “That’s so embarrassing.”

No, what was embarrassing is how much he liked it, he thinks. Nose scrunched in a mixture of shyness and shame as he tries desperately not to meet your gaze, or look at the mess he’s made between your thighs.

“We’re taking a bath.” You pout, “And you’re changing the sheets, so hopefully you can last more than five minutes without pissing inside me again.”

But the blase tone of your voice does nothing but send another pathetic jolt directly to his throbbing cock as he tries to bury his face in the curve of your neck.

You were going to be the death of him.

[hanmaitani]

When Forever Ends

PAIRING - Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader WC - 3.1K GENRE - fluff, smut CW - pining, teasing, one (1) mention of murder, oral f!receiving, premature ejaculation (ik thats the name but i hated typing that actually) SYNOPSIS - you've been in love with tetsu for years and kenma gives you hope that maybe, just maybe your silly friend feels the same way.

“Stop smiling.” You mumbled as you pointedly looked away from the boy in front of you, determined to keep your eyes on your notebook instead.

Tetsuro’s smile shifted into a signature smirk as he leaned on the table between the two of you. “Why?” His voice lulled, mocking you playfully.

You scoffed at the smugness that emanated from him and rolled your eyes slightly. “It does things to me that I’d rather not talk about.”

“Yeah? Like what?” He let out a soft chuckle and tried to tip his head into your eye line, looking to anyone else (and perhaps yourself as well) like an idiot. “Why don’t you wanna talk about it?” He was teasing, acting like he knew something more than anyone else at the table.

You sighed deeply and glanced up to him easily. Propping your head up in the heel of one of your hands, you spoke lazily at him. “Like make me wanna murder you, but if I talk about it then it’s called premeditation and I’ll get more time for that.” You let an easy smirk cross your lips as Kenma’s shoulders shook in silent laughter from his spot next to Tetsuro.

Tetsuro did not find it as funny. “Y/n!” He exclaimed, eyes widening and jaw dropping. “How could you wanna murder your best friend?” He stopped leaning on the table and threw his hands up in an exaggerated gesture towards his face. “Look at me! I’m adorable.”

You raised your eyebrows and quickly glanced up and down his frame before looking over at Kenma, your brows still raised. A small smirk graced your lips as you tilted your head, trying to hold back a laugh as you locked eyes with the quiet boy.

“Hey! Don’t look at him like that!” Tetsuro cried, glancing between you and Kenma quickly.

Kenma flicked his eyes over to Tetsuro for just a second before bringing them back to you. Kenma widened his eyes a bit with raised brows, glancing away from Tetsuro for just a moment before giving you a small smirk.

“That’s not fair.” Tetsuro’s complaint was spurred by your non-verbal response to Kenma of an amused nod and half smile on your lips. Tetsuro huffed, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair with a small pout on his lips. “You guys are so mean it’s like you’ve got your own little silent language.”

Your lazy smirk turned into a full smile then and you drew your attention away from Kenma. “We just work at a higher intelligence level than you, Tetsu,” you teased, trying to hold in the laugh that you desperately wanted to let out. Kenma didn’t hold back as much as you and let out a short laugh at his best friend’s flustered state.

Tetsuro groaned and shook his head. Putting his hands flat on the table, he used the positioning to support himself as he stood up. “I hate you both.” He tried to say it with a sense of finality but the small uptick of one of the corners of his lips gave away that he wasn’t as upset as he was pretending to be. “I’m getting coffee.” He declared as he turned on his heel and stalked off to the counter of the coffee shop.

“He’s such a drama queen,” you joked to Kenma as you watched Tetsurou reach the corner. You smiled as you watched him try to lean casually on the counter to chat with the barista, the little slip of his hand on the counter causing him to almost fall before he balanced himself. “And such a dork,” you let out a soft laugh, pulling your lip between your teeth as you watched him.

“You know, eventually, if you don’t tell him, I will,” Kenma mused, watching you carefully as you watched your other friend.

You snapped your attention back to Kenma in shock and shook your head lightly, confused as to what he was talking about. “Tell him what? I don’t know what you’re-”

Kenma sighed and gave you a deadpan look, the one he got when things dragged on for too long and he was ready to get to the end of it. “He loves you too, you know?”

You froze. “What?” The implications of the word ‘too’ processing slowly. The implication that Kenma not only knew about the way you truly felt for Tetsuro, but that he also believed Tetsuro loved you back.

Kenma sighed and glanced over to where your attention previously was, on where Tetsuro was tapping on his phone, waiting for his coffee at the counter. “He’s just afraid of admitting it,” he concluded, his attention coming back to you just as quickly as it had strayed.

“How do you know?” you asked quietly, hope filling your body. Kenma wouldn’t lie about something like this, you knew that. He didn’t really lie about anything. You glanced over at Tetsuro and couldn’t help the funny feeling bubbling inside of you as you did.

Kenma shook his head in mock disappointment, but didn’t try to hide the small smile playing across his lips at his correct guess about your feelings. “He stares at you every time you look away.”

Kenma’s words sat heavy in your mind for the rest of the day. Your brain spending an agonizing amount of time to try and recount any time that Tetsuro might have given the impression that he had feelings for you beyond platonic. You had been notably quieter when he’d returned to the table and had even excused yourself from the hang out before the sun set, which was unusual for you to tap out of socialization before Kenma did. There was just too much on your mind this time, too much you were trying to process.

You had been laying in bed for hours now, staring at the ceiling as the tv played in the background, some show on it forgotten long ago. The sound of your phone ringing caught your attention and you grabbed it quickly, hitting the answer button and pressing it to your ear. You opened your mouth to greet the line but were clearly too slow on the draw.

“Are you busy?” Tetsuro’s voice slid through the speaker on your phone and you squinted your eyes in confusion, sitting up in bed.

You pulled your phone away from your ear to check the time before bringing it back. You let out a soft scoff at the time as you responded, “it’s like midnight, Tetsu.”

“Okay.” You could almost hear his eyes roll through the phone. “So is that a no?” He asked after a moment.

You sighed and looked back up at the ceiling of your room. “No, dummy, I am not busy right now,” you sassed as you went to search for the remote, hoping to flip through channels for another show to actually watch this time.

“Could I come over and talk to you?”

Your fingers dropped their grip around the remote and you glanced over towards the direction of your front door. “Right now? Did you not just hear me say that it was the middle of the night,” your tone reeked of exasperation as you tried to wrap your head around why he would possibly want to come over right then.

Tetsuro sighed on the other side of the phone. “Are you going to let me in or not?”

You opened your mouth to question him again but your thoughts were interrupted by a knock sounding from the other room.

It only took a few seconds for the dots to connect for you. You hung up the phone and rushed out of your room to the door, pulling it open quickly.

“Are you crazy!” you exclaimed as you looked at the boy standing outside your door. He was casually clad in a zip-up and a pair of joggers, looking like he was going to freeze any second. His messy hair was pushed out of his face, like he’d been running his hands through it. “What are you doing here?”

He tilted his head to the side, his hands burrowing further into his pockets as he slapped a nervous smile on his face. “What if I told you I was just insanely bored and needed to see you?”

You narrowed your eyes at him and blocked the entrance to your home a little more. “I’d call you clinically insane and leave you out on the street like the feral cat that you are.”

His jaw dropped as a look of mild offense crossed his face. “Come on, let me in! Its freezing out here!” He whined but you gave him a look to show how unimpressed you were. “Please?” He put on a small pout and you groaned at your own weakness. You stepped aside and waved him inside.

“An angel, really,” he teased as he stepped past you easily, slipping off his shoes and placing them to the side with yours.

You rolled your eyes as you shut your door. You turned and crossed your arms, leaning back against your door as you watched him exhale hot air onto his cold hands and then rub them together. “Don’t try to flatter me now,” you teased. “I’m mad at you.” Him and his crazy random dropping by when you’d already been thinking about him.

He laughed lightly, genuine smile popping onto his lips. “Again?” His eyes seemed to twinkle with mischievous energy. “Forgive me with a kiss?” He joked, but you saw it as an opening to address what you’d been thinking about for hours now.

You hummed in faux thought as you stepped closer to him. “On one condition.” You smiled lightly. You could tell that he thought you were just playing into his joke. And you were, in a way.

“What condition is that?” He smirked, mimicking you and taking a step to close the distance.

It was dangerous, that mischief in his eyes. It drew you in like a siren’s call, until you were standing chest to chest with him, looking right into that mischief. The siren’s call that taunted you to take the leap into the deep end. And you followed it. “Kiss me like you mean it, Tetsuro.”

You watched as your words registered for him like it was in slow motion. “What?” The smirk fell off his face and he looked at you in shock. Disbelief evident on his face, mixed with a glimpse of hopefulness.

“Kiss me.” You pulled your hands up to his neck, linking your fingers together behind it. “Like you.” You pressed your body against his gently and swallowed harshly at the warmth that radiated off of him. “Mean it.”

Your name fell from his lips breathlessly, in the form of a question, as he brought his hands up to cup your face, thumbs brushing against your cheekbones. “Tell me you’re being for real?”

You could feel your eyes fluttering closed as you sunk into the soft touches of his hands, a sensation you’d only dreamed about before. “ I’m being for real,” you whispered.

A gasp drew from your lips as they were suddenly pressed to his. It took barely a second before he was backing you up against the door again, pinning you to the surface with soft movements. His hands cupped your jaw firmly, his kiss growing more desperate as he leaned his body into yours. Millions of unspoken words bleeding from his lips to yours. Your hands slid down to his chest, fingers coming down to play with the zipper on his jacket.

A low groan came from his lips as he reluctantly pulled back slightly to breathe. “We should-”

“Talk about it later,” you muttered back, both of your words coming out in pants. You pulled your shirt off quickly and he couldn’t help but let his eyes drop down.

“Right,” he nodded along in a daze, “later.” He let out another groan and reconnected your lips, he was quick to lift you up. You quickly wrapped your legs around his waist and held onto his neck as he moved your connected forms from the wall.

His hands cupped against your ass as he stumbled your way further into your place, navigating blindly to your room. It was quick, a blurry sequence of movements as your clothes were lost until your bare back hit your bed.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he mumbled into the skin of your neck, trailing kisses to your chest and down the center.

you let out a sharp gasp as he pulled one of your nipples into his mouth, quickly but softly rolling his tongue over it. “As long as I have,” you whined in response.

He lifted himself onto his elbows, hovering over you as he spoke, eyes blown wide as he looked at you, taking in all of you finally. “Do you have any idea how fucking perfect you are?” You whimpered lightly at his comment as he brought his lips back towards your chest. He kissed across the skin as his fingers gripped the band of your underwear. “Can I?”

You nodded quickly and he wasted no time in complying with drawing them off your body. “Tetsu,” you whined as his fingers brushed against the inside of your thighs. Your hands found purchase on his body, one winding through his hair as the other pressed to his bare shoulder, both tugging and pushing his body lower, begging his head to be between your thighs. “Please.”

He smiled lightly and readjusted himself, ignoring how his sweats shifted uncomfortably against him as he laid between your legs. “Anything for you princess.” His hands cupped the back of your thighs, easily lifting them and hooking your knees over his shoulders. His thumbs spread you open for him and you whimpered at the sensation. He made sure to lock eyes with you.

“Tetsu,” you drew his name out in a desperate moan as he flattened his tongue against you and dragged it slowly up. Long and slow. You threw your head back at the sensation as his eyes rolled slightly.

“Fuck you taste so good,” he mumbled into you, licking again. His tongue carved its way into you as you cried out, juices spilling onto his tongue as he moaned. Curses and moans tumbled off your lips as one of his thumbs brushed against your clit. “So so fucking good.”

“Please, please don’t stop,” you cried out as he moved his mouth up. His tongue flicked gently over your clit as his fingers trailed lower. Eased by his spit and your own slick, he pressed two of his long fingers inside of you.

Immediately curling his fingers up caused you to squeeze around them and he let out a strangled moan at the feeling of it, his hips stuttering against the bed. “Oh god.” He licked quicker, careful to not be too harsh but desperate to make you tumble over an edge.

His name came from your lips like a prayer, a mix of moans and whines, begging and pleading for more of him. He was diligent and consistent with pace and placement and when you finally came, you did so while calling his name.

“Fu-uck,” he let out a broken moan, his lips pressed against the inside of your thigh and his eyes squeezed shut. He pulled away quickly, leaning up on his knees as he tried to catch his breath, his hands braced on your legs, just above your knees.

It took you a second to come down from the dizziness in your brain and to notice the growing stain on the front of his sweats. “Did you just-” you whispered in shock as you glanced at him.

He was panting still, eyes squeezed shut and blush sitting high on his cheeks. “Yes.”

“Do you-” you cut yourself off as you realized how inappropriate that question was, but he answered anyways.

“No I do not always cum in my pants, that was the first time.” He glared lightly at you with a sassy tone and you couldn’t help but laugh lightly at the situation. “Oh you think it's funny?” He teased, laughing a bit too as he leaned back forwards towards you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh at-” you were cut off by your own gasp as he pressed his fingers against you again. They slipped in easily now but felt just as filling.

“Can you blame me?” He asked, lips grazing against the crease between your thigh and core, forcing your body to arch into him. “The way you look right now.” He pressed a kiss to the indent of your hip and you let out a strangled noise at the sensation mixed with how he curved his fingers inside of you. “The sounds you make.”

“Tetsu,” you whined out his name as his thumb brushed against your clit, his teeth sinking lightly into your thigh.

He groaned at the noise. “My name falling from your lips like that is straight out of my dreams.”

“Please, Tetsurou,” you whimpered, fingers tugging at his hair and begging for him to look up at you again.

“What do you need from me, love?” He mumbled into your skin, looking up at you through the hood of his lashes.

“Tell me you love me like I love you,” you begged then. You watched him process the words. Eyes widening at first, clearly not being what he expected before he relaxed into a smile.

“Princess,” he mumbled, kissing your hip again, “I fell in love with you when I met you.” He dragged his lips across your skin to press another sloppy kiss just above your navel. “I love you now.” He dragged his lips again, a wet kiss just between your breasts as he drew his fingers out of you, despite your protests. “I will love you forever.” He kissed the base of your throat as his hands gripped your waist, arching your body to fit against his.

“And when ‘forever’ ends,” he hovered his lips above yours, looking you in the eyes so that you could see his complete sincerity, “I’ll love you some more.”

His lips crashed down against yours again and it felt like everything in your world fell into place.

a/n happy birthday to kuroo <33

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[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 13: Virginity

warnings: smut, virginity loss, unprotected sex, premature ejaculation, oral sex(fem receiving) word count: 0.6k pairings: Kyojuro Rengoku x Fem!Reader teaser: “I shouldn’t be letting you out of my sight, little flame.” He finally says. “I worry about what could happen.” You tilt your head to the side, “I’ll be okay. I can do it!”

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You were madly in love with the Flame Hashira. Everyone was more than aware of this. Everyone except the man in question. The way you would so obviously put your heart on your sleeve for him to see, it all seemed in vain. He was either stupid about love or he was oblivious or he was just not interested.

But when you came back from a mission injured, things shifted. Kyojuro had been afraid of you leaving and never coming back. When he saw in the bad shape you returned in, he knew he had to make his feelings for you known.

Kyojuro spends all his free time with you in the infirmary. He helps you eat your meals, he helps you get up and walk around to get some exercise. He even spends time reading to you, making you fall even deeper in love with the man. You didn’t know what changed between you two, but you were glad for the time spent together.

When you finally were ready to go on another mission, Kyojuro stopped you. He asked to speak to you in private. So you decided to indulge and you followed him towards his room. He lets you in and then closes the door.

“I shouldn’t be letting you out of my sight, little flame.” He finally says. “I worry about what could happen.”

You tilt your head to the side, “I’ll be okay. I can do it!”

He sighs and then he pulls you into his arms. You gasp at the warmth of him. He smells like a bonfire, which is strangely comforting to you. His rough and calloused hands cup your cheeks, making you blush. The moment his lips press against yours, you know you want to melt into his embrace.

“I can’t let you go without showing you how much you mean to me,”

You swallow hard and you nod your head. Kyojuro guides you to the bed, kissing you passionately. His hands are gentle as he undresses you slowly. With every bit of skin exposed, his lips are on your body. You shudder with every press of his soft lips. His eyes are alight when he spreads your thighs.

Kyojuro devours you slowly and with passion. He makes you shake, acting only on his own instincts. Without truly saying it outloud, you’re both aware that neither of you have ever done anything like this before. Still you ride the waves of bliss as Kyojuro makes you cum. It’s almost effortlessly with him, but he still makes sure you’re alright.

“Are you ready for me?” He asks, his cheeks burning. “I’ll be so gentle.”

You nod your head. “I’m ready.”

You both look down to where he’s about to slide inside of you. Just the tip feels like a stretch, and you cling to him. Kyojuro kisses you softly, and then he begins to slide into you.

“Breathe for me, little flame.” His voice is so soothing. “Breathe.”

You do as he says, relaxing and breathing comfortably. He makes you feel more full than you could ever imagine. Kyojuro grunts softly the minute he bottoms out. It all feels way too good. He’s shuddering as he desperately tries to hang on, but the way your walls flutter around him has him panting and moaning.

“Little flame, darling…” he huffs as he rests his head against your chest. “I won’t be able to last long.”

Your eyes lock and you pull him in for a kiss. This lets him know that you’re okay with however long this first time lasts. It’s beautiful and sweet and intimate and you know that you’ll never forget it.

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[dietcokegirly12]

“Don't Move Like That”

featuring tecchou suehiro ♡ᰔ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

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for all my tecchou lovers (づ ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈ )づ

tags: teasing, forced proximity, inexperienced!tecchou, handjob, cervix kissing, unprotected sex, edging, riding, premature ejaculation, reader is a member of the hunting dogs!, def others

NOTE: for the sake of this story's plot, our reader replaces Tachihara and his ability, Midwinter Memento, aka metal manipulation.

word count: 3.4k (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

KINKTOBER OCT. 13 /ᐠ •̀⩊ •́マ

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“For this mission, I’m going to entrust it to you two.”

You swallow, glancing over to where Tecchou is standing, his usual blank face trained on Fukuchi.

It’s not that you didn’t like him, exactly. He was just always so… cold around you. He would barely speak, barely move, and was constantly tense. The whole situation always just ended up being… awkward.

Jouno’s mouth instantly curves up into a smile, his annoying sing-song voice ringing out through the uncomfortable air. “Oh Tecchou~”

You look over to see Tecchou scowling at Jouno, a light dusting of pink across his cheeks. Was he… blushing?

Jouno’s grin widens as he folds his arms across his chest, tipping his head slightly in your direction.

“When do we leave?” you interrupt their strange interaction to frown at Fukuchi, trying not to let your annoyance show at being paired with someone who won’t even talk to you.

His eyes gleam with cruel mirth, leading you to believe he had purposefully set this up. “Right now.”

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You sigh, looking out the window at the buildings passing by outside.

Tecchou sat stiffly beside you, the only sound from him being soft exhales as he breathes.

It’s so quiet, unbearably so.

You shift, unsure how to break the silence. Just as you’re about to open your mouth and say something, anything the car jolts to a stop.

“We’re here.” the driver Fukuchi had hired for the mission, gruffly says from the front.

You go to look over at Tecchou, but he’s already getting out, making calculated movements to make sure he doesn’t so much as even brush against you.

You almost scoff at his painfully obvious avoidance of you. You truly had no idea what you’d ever done to make him hate you this much but it was starting to piss you off.

As you both stepped out, he unsheathed his sword at your side.

Fukuchi had told you both that the mission was to track down a Special Ability using Gifted, who had been abusing his powers to commit acts of terroism against the city of Yokohama, so it was important to keep your guard up at all times.

“Stay close to me.” Tecchou growls to you, his eyes scanning the area.

You turn to him, widening your eyes in mock surprise. "He speaks!"

When he says nothing in reply, you roll your eyes. "We both know I can handle myself. What's the real reason you have finally decided to grace me with the gift of your speech?"

“What?”

You can't help but stare at him in disbelief. “Seriously? You ignore me every time we go to meetings, you go out of your way to make sure we don't get partnered, and you were silent the whole way here. And now you're playing dumb? God! What have I ever done to you to make you despise me this much?"

Tecchou hesitates, about to open his mouth to speak, but suddenly the sound of gunshots ringing through the air cuts him off.

“Get down!” he hisses, eyes frantically searching for the culprit.

You obey, diving down and bracing yourself as you try to stay out of the line of fire.

Simultaneously, Tecchou leaps into action, thrusting his sword in the direction of a dark-haired man in the distance.

The man fights back, his special ability overpowering, but still no match for Tecchou’s sword.

Deadly masses of bullets quickly cover the building walls behind you, and Tecchou grunts as he rapidly blocks with his sword.

It was apparent to you that the Gifted you two were up against, had some kind of telekinesis ability that was allowing him to empty all these hoards of barrels at you.

Luckily for you, your ability was Midwinter Memento, a metal manipulation ability that allowed you to control metal at will.

You join in, deflecting the bullets by turning them around in midair to point them back at their shooter.

While the Gifted is distracted staving off the shots, it grants Tecchou an opportunity to extend his sword toward him, effectively piercing through his chest with an awful crack! that signifies the splitting of bone.

The man sways slightly on his feet before falling forward and collapsing in a broken, bloody pile. There would be no tormenting innocent civilians for him any longer.

Tecchou turns back to you triumphantly, his face tilted in one of his rare, slight smiles.

You smile back, but suddenly a sharp, burning sensation ignites in your leg, outwardly spreading and you look down to see scarlett red soaking through your Hunting Dog uniform.

In the heat of battle, a bullet must have lightly grazed your thigh, enough for a steady stream of blood to begin pouring out.

Tecchou's eyes follow yours, and you see them widen in horror.

He shoves his sword back into its place at his hip, and immediately rushes over.

"What happened?"

You wince, shifting to stretch your leg out on the ground. "Fuck, I-I don't know."

"It's okay." He kneels at your side, bending to examine the wound. "It's not fatal, but it needs to be cleaned."

He instinctively takes your face into his hands, quickly checking for any wounds there. You let out a soft breath of surprise at the feel of his warm hands, and he seems to realize what he's done, snatching his hands back like he's been stung.

You open your mouth, unsure what to say, but he suddenly rises to his feet. "I'll be back, 'm going to get supplies." he mumbles, before practically sprinting away from you.

You furrow your eyebrows, but decide to pay it no mind. Tecchou is always acting weird around you, this is clearly no exception. Propping yourself against the wall behind you, you tilt your head back, closing your eyes.

It seems like only a few seconds have passed before he's back, the heavy sound of his boots against the pavement rousing you.

You watch as he stops in front of you, holding a bag of bandaids, gauze, and hydrogen peroxide.

He hands it to you dutifully. "I got what I could find, hopefully it's enough to stop the bleeding."

You stare at him, realizing he wants you to do it yourself.

You hesitate, looking down at your shaking hands. "Can you help me? Please?"

Your voice comes out more pathetic than you intended, and as you turn your eyes back to Tecchou, he's staring at his feet, face reddening. "Okay."

You shift over, so he can crouch next to you.

Carefully, Tecchou lowers himself, taking the bag from you to dig around for the gauze.

Once he finds what he's looking for, he turns back to you, his face flushed awkwardly. "I need to cut your pants so I can properly assess the wound."

You inhale sharply as he draws his pocket knife out, but when he looks over for your consent, you nod.

He steadies himself with a breath before gently pressing the tip of his knife against your upper thigh. Cautiously, he begins to cut, the sound of seams ripping the only noise apart from your ragged breathing.

Once he successfully removes the bloodied strip, he reaches into the bag to retrieve the small roll of gauze. He unrolls it, and presses it down on you lightly, the warmth of his fingers seeping through the thin bandage.

You wince slightly and he looks at you carefully.

“Hurts?”

You nod, and he eases up, taking extra care to be gentle.

Unfortunately for you, the bullet had grazed you on your upper thigh, and it's almost impossible to ignore the feel of his long, splayed fingers holding down the gauze uncomfortably close to the heat radiating in between your legs.

After a few long minutes, he lifts the gauze to check on your wound and after peering down at it for a couple beats, says, "The bleeding stopped."

Reaching for the bottle of hydrogen peroxide, and unscrewing the cap, he leans over your wound, his hands shaking slightly.

"Tecchou, come closer, you're going to spill it." You say, watching as his back stiffens. "Y-yeah.." he stammers, inching closer by a centimeter.

You sigh in exasperation, taking matters into your own hands, as you lift your other leg over his lap, straddling him in one fluid motion. "Was that so hard?"

Tecchou freezes, his body going completely stock-still. His eyes flicker between you and the way you're spread across him, his cheeks bright-red.

After a few moments of this, you roll your eyes. "Hurry up and pour it, so we can report back to Fukuchi."

He startles, his only response an almost imperceptible nod as his grip on the bottle tightens.

Just as he's about to pour it, he swallows thickly, hesitating. "This might sting a little."

"Tecchou, please I've been on way worse missions than this, I think I'll.." You suddenly gasp as cool liquid trickles down, your face tightening. Fuck. Fuck.

It feels like tiny shards of glass splintering all across your thigh, and you instantly jerk, squirming in his lap as you let out a wail of pain.

"Fuck! Tecchou!"

You feel him go motionless, his breathing increasing. "I know, I know." His voice is slightly strained, and gingerly, he smooths a hand over your other thigh, trying to calm you. "Just.. stay still."

You nod, your eyes screwing shut.

"Want me to keep going? It hasn't been properly disinfected yet."

“Y-yeah just.. fuck.”

He lets out a breath before pouring more of the peroxide across your wound, your hand clapping over your mouth, as you try to stifle the sobs threatening to come out. Tears stream down your face, and your body twitches atop him, shifting desperately.

His head falls forward, his breathing soft gasps. "Fuck, d-don't move like that."

You nod again, tears running down your face as you instinctively press your face into his chest. "'Msorry 'msorry! Hurts so ah bad!"

He stays unmoving, but eventually reaches one hand up to cautiously brush his fingers through your hair. "It's okay. You're okay."

You slowly steady your breathing, and after a few minutes of being pressed into him, you draw back, sniffling. "Sorry. That's so embarrassing."

He shakes his head, looking at you with something you can't quite name.

You finally clear your throat after an awkward moment, gesturing toward the bandages. "Come on. Let's just put on the bandages and get out of here."

Tecchou nods quickly, looking away as he pulls out a pack of Band-Aids. Ripping open the box, he carefully peels away the wrappers and begins pressing them on across your thigh.

On the final one, he presses it down a little too harshly, and you hiss softly, shifting, and in the process, accidentally grinding across his lap.

His eyes close briefly, and he shudders. When he finally speaks, his voice comes out ragged, "I said don't do that."

You can't help but bristle. "Yeah, well maybe if you were a little more gentle.." You break off as you feel something jabbing into you from underneath.

"Is that your gun in your pocket?"

Tecchou stills.

"Tecchou I'm serious, it's poking me. Take it out."

"That's not my gun." he says stiffly.

Oh. Oh.

You immediately freeze, your brain emptying as you stay, rooted in place, your body paralyzed on top of him.

His eyes are closed, too embarrassed to even look at you, as he breathes heavily, trying to calm himself down.

Your lips curve up.

“Tecchou, I didn’t realize I had such an effect on you.” Teasingly, you move your hand up his thigh, watching for his reaction.

His eyes fly open and he gasps, watching you. “Don’t..”

“Don’t..?” your hand glides higher. “Is this why you never want to talk to me, Tecchou? Do you have.. a crush? On me?”

His breathing is heavy, and he looks at you through half-lidded eyes. “Yes.”

You gasp in mock delight. "And here I thought you just hated me."

"Could never hate you." he mumbles out, eyes half-closed.

Your hand glides higher, and his face gets more strained. "Fuck, what are you doing?"

Your grin widens. "Just helping you."

His eyes close. "With what?"

"Your problem." And with that, your hand gently covers the tent in his pants, stroking him through his trousers.

He jerks almost instantaneously, bucking into your palm. "You don't.. ah.. have to do t-that."

You immediately draw your hand away, Tecchou's hips desperately trying to follow. "You don't want me to?"

"No! I do, I do! It's just that I.." He pauses, gnawing his lip nervously.

You raise your eyebrows, waiting for him to finish.

"I've never done this before." He lets out in a rush, his cheeks flushing in shame.

You pause.

"I know." He lets his head drop. "So if you don't..."

But he breaks off when without warning, you smash your lips against his, pushing him back. He falls back on the ground with a soft grunt leaving him as his lips desperately press back against yours, clumsily trying to fit his mouth to yours.

Guiding him, you let your hand drift back down to where his pants are straining against the outline of his cock. You can't help but moan into his mouth, as you feel how big he is.

Your tongue slips out to brush against his lips, seeking entrance and he complies immediately, his mouth opening hesitantly to allow you to explore. He tastes slightly minty, and warm, and you can't seem to get enough as your tongue sweeps all across his mouth, thoroughly mapping him out.

He groans, and you pull back, panting. "Of course I don't care if this is your first time. That just means I'll have to show you what to do."

Your mouth curves up at his exhale of surprise as you begin palming him through his pants, his breathing coming out in small huffs as he lifts his hips for more friction.

You lean back in to kiss him, while removing his belt and unzipping his maroon pants.

You push them down enough for his leaking cock to spring out, slapping against his abdomen, the tip flushed a pretty pink, and dripping with precum.

Gently, you ghost your thumb over his slit, pressing slightly, causing him to jerk forward, his breathing becoming heavier.

You take him into your hand, beginning to pump him slowly, your hand gliding up and down his lengthy shaft.

His head tilts back, and he shudders, his hips shifting forward more into your hand. Your hand was much smaller than his, and couldn't even wrap around him fully, but for some reason it felt much better than when he would do this alone.

His dick twitches in your grasp, and you twist your hand up and down, watching his breaths become more and more laboured.

As your grip tightens, picking up the pace, he starts thrusting up into your hand, more pre-cum oozing out as his hips stutter, watching you. "F-fuck I'm gonna..."

You can tell he's getting close, unused to being touched by someone else, and just as his breathing falters, his thrusts becoming sloppier into your hand, you draw your hand back, a pathetic whine leaving his throat as he stares at you, confused.

"Not yet." You start pulling down your own pants, watching as his cheeks flush.

"Wait." He sits up to bend his head over your bandaged thigh. "You're still hurt."

You roll your eyes. "I'm fine, it was just a graze, Tecchou."

He hesitates, but finally leans back. "Tell me if it hurts, and we can stop."

You nod, barely listening as you pull down your pants the rest of the way, dressed in just your Hunting Dog uniform top and your lacy black panties.

He swallows.

Your pussy had been throbbing from the second he started touching your thigh to treat you, and you couldn't deny how embarrassingly wet you already were.

Strings of arousal connect your pussy to your underwear as you hook a finger in the waistband and pull it to the side, Tecchou barely breathing as he watches, eyes wide. "I don't.." he starts.

You can't help but laugh at his tentativeness. "I'll do all the work. Just.. stay there."

As he stiffly lies back, his dick sticking up hard as a rock and still twitching from your earlier ministrations, teasingly, you begin grinding yourself against his abs, hard muscles twitching underneath you.

You knew you were making a mess out of his uniform, your slick leaving a trail of wetness across his red Hunting Dog top, but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

He watches you, transfixed, his breath coming out in small pants. "Fuck, you're... fuck."

Your head falls back as you glide your dripping pussy back and forth, the roughness of the fabric contrasting with the slippery, slickness of your still clothed pussy, providing the perfect friction.

His erect cock spurts more pearly drops of pre-cum, his breaths shallow. "Please."

You stop, looking at the way his lips are parted, small gasps leaving him with every breath. "Please what?"

His eyes close. "Fuck. You know what I.."

Without warning, you lift your hips, positioning yourself over him, and begin to sink down in one fluid motion.

Without warning, and before he's even halfway in, you feel warm spurts of cum shooting into you, so much of it, it begins to seep out, forming a milky ring around his base.

Your hips stutter, and you pause, your mouth open in surprise as you look at the way his hips are twitching under you, body shuddering.

"Did you just..?"

He nods, eyes screwed tightly shut in embarrassment.

You can’t stop the small laugh that leaves you, amusement tugging your mouth up. "It’s normal for your first time, don’t worry. You’ll just have to make it up to me.”

He swallows.

Your hands come down on his chest, rising and falling rapidly, to steady yourself and with a soft gasp, sink down on the rest of his inches.

He grunts softly underneath you, still sensitive, and as he bottoms out, you curse softly, shifting as you feel his tip lightly brushing your cervix.

After the slight uncomfortable fullness fades, all you can focus on is the feel of his thick, veiny cock deep inside you, your cunt throbbing.

He groans, and lightly, you smooth some of his hair back. "I'll go slow."

Beginning to move, you lift your hips and drop them back down, gently at first and as he starts to get it, thrusting upward to help, faster.

"So.. tight." He gasps. "N-never thought I'd get to.. ah.. do this with y-you. 'S like a wet dream."

You can only moan in reply, the pace beginning to turn bruising as he repeatedly hits that plushy spot deep in your walls that makes your stomach tighten more and more with every breath.

Your cunt squelches with every thrust, your arousal pooling out combined with his cum still inside you, your back arching to take him deeper into your snug walls.

You can feel your clit pulsing, and gently, you guide his hand down to touch you there.

He jerks as his hand makes contact, and you move his hand to apply pressure. "This is how you touch a woman, Tecchou. More importantly, this is how you touch me."

Eager to please, he quickly gets the hang of it, speeding up his fingers and rubbing your clit, timing his thrusts to match up.

You feel him twitch inside you desperately, as your pussy clenches hard, the coil in your stomach tightening.

"Tecchou..." you groan, your cunt fluttering and contracting around him as white-hot pleasure overwhelms you, unable to form words to warn him as you spasm around his length, him following close behind as he spills his warm seed into you for the second time.

As you lay on top of him, both of you sticky and sweaty, and still coming down from your highs, he kisses your forehead gently. "Thank you." he says shyly, lifting you up off him to zip up his pants, you sliding your baggy, red uniform pants back on, part of it still cut from where your bullet wound is.

You can’t help but laugh, his inexperience obvious from the way he doesn’t know what to say after sex. “Let’s do it again sometime.”

It’s just then that you hear Fukuchi’s voice along with the stomping of boots that signifies two others, Jouno and Teruko close behind.

“You two! Where have you been!”

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[mrsaltieri-real]

Like a Virgin pt3 (Virgin!Ethan Landry x Fem!AFAB!Reader)

Warnings/s: 18+, smut, p in v, langauge, riding, first time, degradation, established degradation kink, premature ejaculation, praise kink, oral, (fem receiving) squirting, face fucking, (Ethan’s a needy, greedy little fucker whose found a love in eating pussy)dom!reader, basically pure filth, brief mention of Richie’s death and his father snapping, etc

Length: 2.5k

Here’s the third and final part of this little series. I had a lot of fun writing this part. A. Lot. Probably the smuttiest thing I’ve ever fucking wrote and I had a lot of fun with it. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Thank you again for this request, anon!

Read part 1 HERE

Read part 2 HERE

Ethan couldn’t believe this was really happening. The last few years of his life were filled with nothing but pain and carnage. The grieving of his brother, his father snapping after the fact…

He knew why he was here, in the apartment you shared with Tara, Sam and unbeknownst to them, his sister. But in this moment, gazing up at your gorgeous face in awe as you gently rolled your hips across his slowly swelling cock, the feeling of your soft hands resting on his shoulders with your fingernails lightly digging into his creamy skin, all of that abandoned his mind completely. He just wanted to focus on you.

He felt anxious as he lifted his trembling hands to hesitantly rest them on your hips, feeling the tight arousal begin to slowly build up inside of him for the second time tonight. A small part of his brain was surprised that he was able to get hard again as his cock began to swell. Maybe you just had this kind of effect on him.

He’d wanted you for as long as he’d known you, craved you even. He’d been completely oblivious to the lingering looks and lustful gazes you had in turn been sending his way these last couple of weeks, although you had of course noticed his. Ethan was a lot of things but subtle was absolutely not one of them.

The feeling of your increasingly wet pussy sliding over him was already becoming almost too much for him to handle. You watched as his expression turned into one of pure concentration as his blunt fingernails dug into the soft skin of your hips and you let out a small laugh.

“You can’t cum just yet, you know? I’m not even fucking you.”

“I know.” He huffed a little, his voice strained. “It just feels really good.”

You smiled down at him, one hand moving from his chest as you lifted your hips, reaching between the two of you to grasp his cock in your hand, slowly guiding it to the entrance of your soaked hole. He let out a small whimper as he felt his tip gently rest just inside of you and your hand moved back to his chest, still hovering just above him.

“You ready?” You asked softly.

He wanted to move so badly, feel you envelop him entirely, squeezing and milking him. He had to stop himself, a sheen of sweat from the unbridled concentration beginning to form on his forehead and chest.

“Yes! Yes, just… please?” He spoke softly, utterly beautiful and almost already a complete mess.

“Please what?”

“Please take me.” He blurted out, unable to disguise his desperate need “Please take me.”

For some reason, him saying this made you let out a small groan, looking down at him with a deep want as you slowly, deliberately rolled your hips, sighing at the satisfying stretch as he slowly began to fill you. You watched his face all the while, his eyes fluttering and starting to roll back as his hands gripped your hips even tighter.

You are a dominating person, especially when it comes to sex. But this was Ethan’s first time and honestly, you didn’t want to overwhelm him. Not just yet, anyway. As you adjusted to him, you rocked your hips, sinking down onto him completely and making him let out a small, surprised gasp in the process as he felt your heat completely cover him

“Fuck,” you moaned gently, leaning back on top of him so he could see his cock buried inside of you.

Ethan’s eyes were now set on the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen; him completely engulfed by you. He stared, mouth slack as you began to grind and roll your hips, watching as his dick slid inside of your cunt with hungry eyes. “How’s it- fuck. How’s it feel?“ you asked, looking down at him with a small smirk.

“Oh- oh my god.” He was so sweetly hypnotised at the sight before him, feeling every part of your hot, wet cunt with his dick. It was almost too much.

“Look at me.” You demanded, leaning forward again to grip his hair between your fingers so he was forced to look at your face. As you did so, he felt your hard nipples graze over his and he shivered a little. “Tell me how it feels.”

“I- I can’t explain.” He gasped quickly, tensing up as he felt you very deliberately squeeze around him.

“Be a good boy and try. You’re my good boy, aren’t you Ethan?” Your face was inches away from his, one hand still gripping his hair and the other slowly moved between you and started circling your clit gently, applying the pressure that would make you squeeze him in just the way you knew he’d love. He let out a loud whimper at your praise and the tight, warm feeling, brown eyes huge and desperate.

“Yes, yes I’m your good boy, I promise.” He whispered shakily.

“Then tell me-“ another sharp grind of your ass made him almost begin to sob there and then. “- how it fucking feels.”

“Feels fucking amazing. You’re so tight. Squeezing me. I can’t- fuck-“ his voice was shaking and trailed off and you watched as his eyes screwed up and his hips thrust up into you, making you gasp and let out a surprised moan as he brushed that little spot deep inside of you with his tip. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have moved, I’m sorry, I just- god, I just-“ he began apologising, fast and rambling with his voice rising and falling with every collapse of your hips as he opened his eyes and tears from the stimulation began to spill down his cheeks. You let out a breathless laugh, moving to place your hand over his mouth.

“It’s okay, baby. You want me to stop?“

His voice was loud but muffled as he practically yelled, “No, no, please no!” from behind your hand, his desperation for you only turning you on even more.

“Look at you.” You almost scoffed a little, moving your hands from his mouth to wipe the pathetic tears that stained his cheeks. “You’re fucking crying? So needy, so pathetic.” You laughed down at him, sighing as your head fell back whilst you continued to bounce on top of him, clenching and unclenching your pussy with every fall. Some part of Ethan was surprised he enjoyed you calling him pathetic, the words only making him throb inside of you desperately.

You felt him twitch, laughing to yourself breathlessly and shaking your head at him. “You’re not to fucking cum, not yet. Understand?“ the pathetic whimper that fell from him as he looked up at you pleadingly was endearing as fuck and it made the feeling of your impending orgasm loom even closer.

“Understand?” You said again, more firmly this time and he bobbed his head a little, the series of broken whimpers still falling from his plump lips. “You’re not cumming until I do.” You told him. “Now, I want you to match me, okay?” He blinked a little, streaming eyes falling down to watch how you rolled your hips and he let out a soft huff as he, much more tentatively this time, bucked his hips up as yours came down. He felt proud of the intense moans that came out of you and he continued to thrust into you, feeling himself press into something hard that resulted in you letting out a loud, almost pornograpgic groan, feeling yourself clench around him even harder, your fingers still desperately rubbing at your clit. This ended up being the result of him uncontrollably beginning to twitch inside of you.

“Oh god… oh GOD.” His head fell back into the pillow as he began to unload inside of you, a series of downright delicious whimpers and moans falling out of him as he coated your walls. He trembled as a loud sob escaped his lips at the feeling of your cunt milking him, writhing as his hips stuttered and his eyes rolled back into his head.

“Oh, I’m sorry? Did I say you could cum?” You asked him. In all honesty, you weren’t at all mad. Seeing him like this, his curls sticking to his forehead from the sweat and his face twisted and him crying in pleasure was all the satisfaction you needed.

“I’m sorry.” He said in a small, slurred voice, his chest heaving as he gradually stopped twitching and writhing from under you, his cock slowly began to soften inside of you and throbbing dully. He suddenly blinked, realising what he’d done. “Oh.. you didn’t.. oh, fuck.” He felt angry at himself for not obeying you, not making you cum with his cock, but that was somewhat filtered out by the intense pleasure he was also feeling from his first time being that damn good.

“It’s alright, honey. Next time.” You lightly patted his cheek before climbing off of him and standing up, hearing him wince as his raw cock slid out of your dripping hole.

“No, no.” You could hear the frown in his voice and you turned down to face him, seeing him practically scramble across the bed to fall to his knees in front of you.

“What are you-“

“Let me?” He asked, eyes pleading as they flickered up to your face and to your leaking cunt, marvelling as he saw his cum spilling out of you. “Please let me?”

“I don’t know..” you sighed, raising an eyebrow down at him. “You didn’t listen to me when I told you not to cum. Why should I let you do this when you clearly want it so badly?”

“Please?” He begged again, eyes incapable of looking at anything else other than your pussy. “I can apologise better this way. Let me?”

You couldn’t help but smile down at him fondly.

“So fucking desperate, aren’t you? Wanting to eat your cum out of me and get me off.” He licked his lips a little, waiting almost impatiently for you to give him the go ahead.

“Fine then, get me off.”

He didn’t need anything more. His mouth latched eagerly to your swollen clit, almost making you fall backward. You gripped his shoulder for balance as he eagerly licked and sucked at your clit, cradling it between his soft lips. “Fuck, baby.” You sighed, lifting your leg and resting it over his shoulder so you could rest your hands in his hair, pushing his face against your cunt. His hands slid up your legs to grip your ass, holding him as close to you as possible as his tongue moved from your clit to delve into your hole that was stuffed with his cum. He moaned against you, tasting the mixture of both of your arousal on his tongue as he hungrily curled his tongue inside of you, looking up at your face to ensure it was okay.

“Mmm- fuckkkkk.” You moaned out, head falling back. Now he was past the shy, awkward stage and was now intensely eager and more confident in eating you out, the feeling was almost indescribable. His tongue was soft and velvety as you rocked your hips on his face yet again, his nose softly bumping against your clit. “Fucking filthy boy.” You murmured, fingers twisting in his hair as your head fell forward to look down at him. “Eating me so good, aren’t you baby? Making me feel fucking amazing.” He huffed eagerly against your cunt at your praise, moaning loudly against you as you began to grind your hips faster. “Use your fingers and rub my clit.” You instructed, feeling the coil inside of you close to snapping.

He moved his hand from your ass to do just that, his fingers sloppily running over your swollen bundle of nerves. This tipped you over the edge, your fingers yanking at his hair as you panted and moaned, uncontrollably grinding your pussy all over his face. He tried to keep up with the movements, not wanting to miss out on even a drop of your sweet juices as you let out a sound not even you had heard before and began twitching and writhing above him. Your sudden unexpected movements startled him a little and he began to move back from your pussy, eyes almost alarmed.

“Don’t stop, don’t you fucking dare stop.” You almost shouted, grabbing the back of his head and forcing his face back to your quivering cunt. He obliged, attaching his lips to your clit once again and sucking nice and hard, humming softly against you and sending vibrations through your core.

“Oh, fuck baby, fuck yes.” You cried out, legs trembling as you not only came practically sobbing Ethan’s name as you rode and fucked his pretty face, but did something that had never happened before. You weren’t sure if it was because he was genuinely good, or the fact it was the knowledge that the guy hungrily sucking at your clit was Ethan, but something inside you snapped and you began squirting against his mouth as your whole body convulsed, a series of loud and unfiltered cries of pure ecstasy falling through your lips.

Ethan greedily lapped up your spraying juices, eyes still wide in surprise as he felt and swallowed how much came out of you.

You were shaking and still twitching as Ethan finished licking happily until you were clean and finished, smiling proudly in front of you as your leg dropped from his shoulder and you stumbled a little to sit on your bed.

“Jesus.” You sighed out, body still trembling uncontrollably.

“Are you okay?” His proud expression suddenly switched up to concern as he shuffled closer to you on his knees, resting a large hand on your shaking knee. “Oh, god did I hurt you? Was I not supposed to-“

“Shh, baby.” You said softly, smiling weakly and resting a shaky hand on his cheek. He leaned into it happily, his eyes closing at your touch. “I’m fine. I’ve just… never cum like that before.”

“Really?” He looked almost smug and you let out a small breathless laugh.

“Yeah, really. Don’t look like that.” You scolded him playfully before falling back onto your bed, trying to steady your breathing.

You felt the bed dip and then watched him as he laid down next to you, looking at your face all the while. You chuckled a little, lifting your hand to gently wipe your leftover arousal and his dried up tears from his chin and cheeks.

“Are you okay? This being your first time and all?”

“Oh, are you kidding?” The smile that broke across his face was infectious. “That was..wow. I don’t even think I can explain it.” His eyes were still huge and wild, glinting in the dim light. You rolled over so you were on your stomach, leaning over him to kiss him gently on his swollen lips. “You’re a good teacher.” He said as you pulled away a little to look at him.

“You’re a good student. Very obedient.” Your tone was approving and it made him grin happily.

“I liked doing what you told me.” He admitted almost shyly. “And I liked other stuff too.”

“What other stuff?” You pressed him, suddenly curious.

“Like when you uh…” he trailed off, shaking his head a little. “No, it doesn’t matter.”

“Come on,” you cupped his cheek in your hand, pulling his face back to look at you. “I’m not gonna judge you, what did you like?”

Ethan sighed a little. He couldn’t say no to you anymore, it just wasn’t possible.

“When you said I was… needy.” He spoke in a small hesitant voice. “… and pathetic.”

You raised your eyebrows at him a little, feeling oddly charmed by his little confession. “You liked that, hm?”

He nodded shyly, eyes still looking into yours. “More than I thought I would.”

“Well,” you said thoughtfully. “Maybe next time we can see what else you like.”

[aangelicest]

Part 2 of my Big!Bro Suguru ramble where he peer pressures his little sister to smoke with him and get her high except this time they actually do stuff because I still cannot get the image out of my head weeks later <3

Content Warnings: Inc♡st, Dr♡g usage, Dubc♡n (they're both high), Little Sister! Reader, Pet names (baby, princess), fingering, premature ejaculation, creampies, no protection, baby trapping (?), filming

MDNI + Anti's please block and move on♡

Big!Bro Suguru who coo's in your ear as he bullies his thick fingers into your dripping cunt; "You're such a good girl when you're all needy like this. So cute... you have no idea how beautiful you look, baby."

Big!Bro Suguru who chuckles when you whine that it's too much, that he keeps hitting that one spot that overstimulates you too much and he can't help but curl his fingers more, whistling at the squelching sounds that echo through the living room.

Big!Bro Suguru who watches you cum on his fingers but doesn't stop, no, he needed to watch you fall apart more. "Mnn... but it feels so good doesn't it? To feel big brother touch you like this?"

Big!Bro Suguru who keeps pumping his fingers in you while he takes a drag with his free hand, blowing the smoke in your face just to watch you gasp and cough. Every whimper goes straight to his cock

Big!Bro Suguru who wont stop whispering in your ear- "You gonna cum f'me again? Hm princess? Gonna cum on my fingers like a good girl?" and he'll laugh at your pathetic whimpers- so cute. Too cute. He wants to ruin you so bad

Big!Bro Suguru who finally removes his fingers just to press them past your lips, forcing you to taste yourself and lick his fingers clean

Big!Bro Suguru who can't even wait to take his pants off completely, just yanking his sweatpants down, pressing your smaller body against the cushion of the couch with feral need and lust

Big!Bro Suguru who nearly folds you in half, pushing your thighs up till your knees press against your chest and he rubs his thick cock between your puffy folds, watching the way his tip nearly catches on your hole and practically drooling at the sight

Big!Bro Suguru who just laughs when you whimper something about condoms. Was he listening? No. All he could think about was plugging up your cute little cunt and making you scream his name. "S'okay baby, it doesn't matter, can't get pregnant if you're all drugged up 'nyways." he lies to you, just to watch you naively trust him and relax

Big!Bro Suguru who takes one last drag of his blunt before pressing it against your lips, making you take a hit as he slowly sinks into your wet heat, groaning at the way you squeeze and clench around him and he wasn't even halfway in yet

Big!Bro Suguru whose mind is so fucked up from the drugs that he ends up cumming the minute he bottoms out, letting out a shaky groan on top of you- but it doesn't stop him. He nearly pulls out completely to watch the way his cum spills before he snaps his hips forward again just to hear the way you cry out his name

Big!Bro Suguru who loses track of how many times you've came, his senses going numb with the amount of times his balls smack your ass and his hips pressing against yours

Big!Bro Suguru who leaves you stuffed full of his cum, tears streaming down your face from the intensity- would've gotten him hard all over again if he wasn't completely empty and exhausted

"Smile f'me baby, yeeaahh thats it." Big!Bro Suguru would purr, snapping a photo of you dazed and confused, on the verge of passing out before he leans down to press a soft kiss on his tear stained cheeks, cooing about how fun it'll be next time

[garoujo]

THE WAY YOU WRAP AROUND ME IS A PROB — GENSHIN IMPACT

feat : scaramouche, alhaitham, tartaglia, kazuha + diluc

♱ warnings — f!reader, premature ejaculation, creampies, m!receiving oral, choking in childe’s [m!receiving], cunninglingus, sensitive alhaitham. note / i’ve written this 4 2 fandoms because i am absolutely insane over it idc < 3 so bllk version coming soon !

・✶ ｡ﾟ SCARAMOUCHE

scaramouche couldn’t help how pretty you looked between his thighs, pressing suckled kisses up the sensitive pink glands of his cock before you’re laving your tongue across the precum gathered at the tip — tapping it onto the muscle after as he hisses between his teeth.

“is this your attempt at teasing me? p-pathetic.” he hisses, jaw clenching and it’s amusing to watch him fall apart like this despite the way he’d never admit the effect you have on him. you let your lips close around him before you suck languidly, hollowing your cheeks before you let your throat go lax and push him down deeper.

scaramouche can feel every fucking twitch of the space around him, squeezing around the shaft as you swallow and trace your tongue around the sensitive underside of his cock. he’s like fucking putty when you give him a wet look, your cheek pressing against his hip before you start your slow, wet withdrawal.

“that’s it, fuck—just keep those pretty eyes on me.” he grits, he’s already so fucking close and he can’t even begin to try and stop the desire he feels twist deep in his abdomen. every slow, pretty blink you give him only pushes him closer to the edge, feeling you suckle at the tip before you’re pushing back down.

“oh you’re really this desperate for me? go ahead. do your worst.”

you’ve barely started, but scaramouche watches the first tear of the night trail down your cheeks as you gag and splutter around him — tight tunnel of your throat twitching and squeezing around him so intoxicatingly and this image of you is what really fucking gets him. he can’t help but throw his head back as he cums, hissing through his teeth as a needy, whimper drips from his lips.

you retreat back for a proper taste of him, swallowing around the sensitive nerves as he throbs on your tongue and presses his palm to the back of your head — prolonging his orgasm as he pushes you back down to swallow around him.

“hah—i guess this is one of the few things you’re good at, don’t even think about stopping.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ ALHAITHAM

alhaitham groans as he lets his head fall back against the couch, his fingertips tightening in the flesh of your ass as he helps drag you along the length of his thick cock. you’re straddling his lap as your pussy squeezes around his shaft, the book he was reading lying forgotten by his side in favour of him being lost in you instead.

“oh, you could barely wait? is this the consequences of spoiling you so much? you become so needy.” he’s so fucking smug as a smirk twitches at the corners of his lips and it’s almost insufferable, but then you feel the blunt head slide along every one of your sweet spots perfectly and it feels like he’s igniting every nerve ending in your body.

but for a man so smart, he really should think before he speaks sometimes as you let your palms rest over al-haithams chest — teasing the flesh of his pecks before you lean forward to press kisses along his jawline.

you’d been together long enough for you to know exactly what got to him, right where his sensitive spots were despite the way he acted as if they never existed. the muscles in his thighs shake slightly beneath you when you roll his nipple between your thumb and forefinger, pulling a shakey exhale from the scribe beneath you as your walls twitch around him.

“playing dirty are we? and here i thought you were better than that.” there’s a trembling undercurrent to alhaithams teasing this time, you’re getting to him so quickly and he can already feel the mindless throb in his cock with every squeeze of your fingers against his chest — every graze of your teeth along the sensitive spots in his neck that make him pant.

his pace is unrelenting, almost animalistic as he so recklessly chases the high you’re dragging out of him so alarmingly fast, but every one of his heavy thrusts are still as intoxicating as always, almost fucking every thought out of your mind that isn’t him.

but then you squeeze and pull on alhaithams nipples and that’s what really gets to him as his abdomen tightens with his next thrust, stuttering as he chokes on his next groan before he’s pushing his load into your pussy with bated breaths. hes like fucking putty beneath you as you press your lips along his next, palming and grabbing at your body as he breathes deep.

“oh, you look pleased with yourself. but i hope you don’t think i’m already done, sweetheart.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

your thighs are pinned underneath kazuha’s forearms as he shoves his face between your thighs, lapping messily at your clit as his eyes close in bliss at the taste of you. your back arches almost painfully with how well he eats you out, and you feel your hips tremble, as do your lungs as he bathes you in mindless rolls of his tongue.

but hes just as lost in his own pleasure as you are, every pretty little cry you make for him only makes him feel drunker on you — making him moan, ragged and hungry as the vibration rumbles through your clit. the pleasure races through you as the arousal pools in your stomach, your eyes pricking with pleasured tears as your fingers twist in his hair.

“give me more, my love. i want more of you.” kazuha breathes, and the small jolt his voice pulls from your hips makes his own twitch against the bed, like an instinctive movement when he feels your warm walls flex around his tongue the second he pushes it inside of you.

his nose knocks against your clit as he pushes himself deeper, smacking lewdly at the mess he’s made between your thighs as he grinds himself against the bed — so dizzy on the idea of you cumming on his tongue that he can barely register his own movement as he chases his own orgasm.

kazuha’s panting and fucked out, and you’re already sensitive from all the attention he’s being bathing you in — the lower half of his face is soaked with a mixture of your arousal and his spit, and your thighs shake when he moves to close his lips around your clit and suck.

your fingers tighten in his roots and he trembles against the mattress with his next thrust as his eyes roll back, whimpering dreamily and high pitched as he cums against the fabric of his pants. but his movements on your pussy don’t cease, infact, they become needier, more desperate as he buries his moans into the intimate skin between your thighs.

“see.. ah! see what you do to me, my love. you are so intoxicating. let me feel you.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ CHILDE / TARTAGLIA

you’d missed ajax while he’d been away on a mission for the fatui, and it was almost immediate the way you’d found yourself tangled in him as soon as he got home. losing yourself in the thick spread of his cock as you squeeze your thighs around his hips, dragging yourself along the length of him as he sends you a drowsy look from beneath you.

“mmm, there we go. oh, did you miss me this much?” he teases as his fingers twitch in your hips, and the sweet little uh huh that pours from your lips like honey makes something carnal twist in his stomach as he throbs with the next deep kiss of his cock inside of you, adjusting his feet before he’s beginning his own pace.

your mind feels cloudy with the feeling of finally having ajax again, you’re losing yourself as he looks up at you — pink cheeked and jaw clenched while he admires the way your pretty features break into something beautiful for him.

your walls reward every wet, heavy connection of his hips with a needy squeeze around him as you try to keep yourself steady, instinctively reaching forward and not realising your palm is pressing hard against his throat. but fuck— it only makes him feel even better, he wants to ruin you if this is what it will get him, fucking into you eagerly in the hopes it’ll make you push tighter.

the dizzy spin in ajax’s mind feels fucking amazing, his hands almost curling into fists at your hips as he fucks you and he’s so lost in you he doesn’t even realise how close he is until his balls tighten, and he’s pushing his load into your pussy with every hungry thrust as he groans.

the blunt head of his cock feels like it kisses every part of you, his pelvis grinding into your puffy, sensitive clit as you blink down at him. it doesn’t take you long to notice, but the look he gives you basically begs for more as your fingers twitch at the sides of his throat — making him whimper, before he chuckles with his next trembling thrust.

“that’s it, don’t hold back on me.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ DILUC RAGNVINDR

you can barely breathe with how deep it feels like diluc reaches, the pleasurable sting making the room below you spin before you’re caught off guard with the first harsh smack of his hips between your thighs. the sudden quick pace is fitting for someone who wields his weapons like they were weightless, and you have to dig your nails into his broad back just to keep yourself grounded.

every wet withdrawal of his hips is so fucking loud and each deep thrust of his cock feels like it reaches even deeper as you a moan of his name kicks from your throat. you’ve just started but your body is crumbling under each of his thrusts, feeling desire twist in your stomach with the thick spread of him.

diluc doesn’t know what’s gotten over him tonight, maybe it was the late night at the tavern or how fucking pretty you look right now — starry eyed and spread out beneath him, your tits bouncing with every wet, heavy connection of his hips into yours.

he feels you squeeze around him, and he swears he feels his lungs quake with his next trembling exhale, his body pushing you deeper into the bed beneath you as he desperately tries to keep himself steady. but you’re so fucking warm wrapped around him and the feeling of your chest pressing so tight against his makes his pace stutter as he pushes closer.

“archons—you feel so good, i.. i’m gonna cum, sweetheart. i’m s-sorry.” diluc growls against your skin, and you can hear all his need and want for you in the way he moans your name with each exhale — grabbing at your body like he’s afraid you’ll disappear as he splits you open beneath him.

but then his pace stutters as he buries another babbled apology into your skin, a sharp, low groan falling from his lips as he pushes his load into your eager pussy — mumbling about how good you feel as he loses himself in the saccharine squeeze of your pussy around him.

his eyes are hooded when he looks at you, vermillion hair smeared along the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead as he presses deep into your body. the flush on his cheeks is deeper than usual and you’re not sure if it’s his orgasm or embarrassment when he clears his throat awkwardly — despite the way his cock still throbs with its lingering pleasure.

“i—i can go again, my apologies, sweetheart. you.. just seem to have that sort of effect on me.”

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