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[hellokittyish]

continuation of this.

★ thinking about bestfriend!satoru who offers to teach you how to give a blowjob so that you can get some ‘practice’ for if you ever decide to do it to other guys.

imagine his big hand tangling in the back of hair, guiding your curious face closer to his lap as he sits with his lanky legs sprawled out in a manspread atop the couch. “that’s it, pretty girl,” he praises, even though all you’ve actually done so far is simply kneel before him. “do you wanna take it out now? these pants are feeling awfully tight, y’know.”

“o-okay, toru.” you hum, slowly trailing your fingers up his clothed thighs to give the waistband of his sweatpants a small tug while his gentle but firm grip on your hair keeps your gaze locked with his the entire time.

and it’s impossible to hide your reaction of wide-eyed surprise once you realize he’s not even wearing any underwear today, his bare cock slapping against his abdomen once freed and causing your thighs to instinctively press together with how big it is.

“it’s okay to touch it, sweetheart,” satoru coos with a soft grin, wrapping a hand of his own around the base and angling it forward so the leaking head taps teasingly against your heated cheek. “promise ‘lil toru doesn’t bite.”

shaking your head to pull yourself from your daze, you lean down and brush an experimental kiss against the pinkish tip of his cock, earning a deep groan from your bestfriend as a reward.

“mmm… doing s’good for me already,” he encourages, peering down at you through messy white bangs with undeniable tenderness dancing in his bright gaze. “try giving it a little lick too, yeah?”

but unfortunately, satoru doesn’t end up getting much teaching done at all when he can’t stop himself from cumming after just a few laps of your soft tongue along his length — oops!

but it’s fine… because the two of you can just keep trying until he actually lasts long enough to show you the ropes for real, right?

[ryekat]

The only thing that I really want for Christmas is wide leg baggy sweatpants and apparently that is the most difficult thing I could have asked for

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Wish me luck to find some trousers that actually fit me tomorrow 🕯️

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[davinawritings]

Werewolf neighbor that can’t hold himself back from breeding you once he smells you ovulating.

Warnings: Oral (fem receiving), Major Breeding Kink, Slight Overstimulation, Knotting

Pairing: Male Werewolf x Female Reader ( Reader could be read as human or monster or hybrid)

You had moved into his apartment complex a few weeks ago, and he had tried to keep his distance.

He had only really seen you on that first day when you were guiding the movers to your apartment, which happened to be on the same floor as his. You had given him a shy smile, and he quickly responded with a tense nod before entering his apartment and slamming the door shut, already feeling his cock hardening.

Unfortunately, he could pick up on your smell whenever you were in the hallway due to his heightened senses. It never failed to send his blood rushing to his cock, but he always managed to keep himself locked away in his apartment, rutting into his own hand.

As he hears your door unlock tonight, he waits for the inevitable moment when your delicious scent will hit his senses. Like every other day, it does, but it is much sweeter this time. His cock is almost instantly hard, and a low growl is involuntarily released from his chest.

All of his instincts are screaming at him to breed your fertile pussy, and he groans at the realization that you smell so sweet because you are ovulating. His legs move faster than his brain, and before he knows it, he is in the hallway and pacing towards the elevator where you are calmly waiting.

He grabs you and pulls you over his shoulder, causing you to gasp. “ What are you doing?” you ask. He doesn’t answer and carries you back to his apartment and bedroom. He lays you down on his bed, and you stare at him wide-eyed. He watches as your eyes trail over his tall body stopping on his throbbing cock, hidden only slightly by some gray sweatpants.

He smirks as you lick your lips. He quickly strips you of all your clothes, pulling your legs apart to settle his face between them. You let out a low whine as his breath hits your wet center. “ I’m going to get this pussy nice and ready for my cock, and then I am going to spend hours breeding this beautiful body. Got it? I’m not stopping until I’m sure you are carrying my pups”, he says, his voice rough with lust.

You moan out a simple “please”, your body on fire with need. He licks a stripe up your slit and moans, giving you a grin before burying his head in your pussy and eating you like a god. Every lick has you clawing at the sheets and moaning in pleasure.

He moves to fucking his tongue inside your already dripping cunt, and you cry out at the feeling. His snout rubs your clit as he shakes his head back and forth, and you scream as you cum on his tongue, back arching off the bed.

He crawls up your body and doesn’t wait for your orgasm to end before starting to push his thick cock into your still convulsing cunt. Tears come to your eyes at the stretch and overstimulation, but you just pull him closer, needing to feel him fill you completely.

“Fuck. Your pussy feels so good. So fucking tight around my cock. You can take it. Just a little more”, he tells you. You look down, already feeling so full, and see that there really is still more. You whine, gripping the sheets and bracing yourself for the last few inches of his impossibly large cock, wanting to take all of him.

His clawed hand wraps around your hip, and he gives one last hard shove, pushing the final few inches inside of you. “Such a good girl. Taking all my cock. Fucking perfect”, he says, and your cunt clenches at his praise.

He slowly withdraws his cock, relishing in your soft mewls, before thrusting back in and starting a brutal pace. He nips along your neck and chest as your hands claw at his shoulders and back. He never relents in his thrusts, loving the feeling of your cunt clenching around his cock.

You cry out for him, your own release washing over you multiple times, but his instincts won’t allow him to stop until he has filled your womb with his seed.

He flips you over onto your stomach and enters you from behind, fucking you into the mattress. You moan at the new angle, his tip bullying your g-spot and your clit being repeatedly shoved into his silk sheets.

“I tried to leave you alone, pretty girl. I could fucking smell your sweet cunt each time you left your apartment and every fucking time I had to rut into my own fucking fist”, he says, each word followed by a harsh thrust.

“I tried, baby. I rea- fuck. I really fucking tried, but when you walked out today, I could smell this perfect fucking pussy ovulating. Your body practically screamed that it needed me to breed it. I just couldn’t hold myself back”, he growls out, and you feel his cock start growing at the base.

His knot starts catching on each thrust, expanding quickly with his fast-approaching orgasm. He switches to grinding, his knot no longer allowing him to thrust in and out of you. His cock rubs against your g-spot relentlessly as his hips grind your lower half into the bed harshly, your clit being dragged against the silk sheets over and over.

You scream in ecstasy as you cum once again, cunt clenching around his knot as you milk his cock for his seed. He growls loudly, claws digging into the mattress as his cum begins to fill your pulsing cunt, his knot keeping all of his cum locked inside of you. His short thrusts don’t stop as rope after rope of cum continues to fill you, the pressure and fullness making you whine.

After a few minutes, he finally stops and rolls you to your sides, keeping you pressed firmly to his chest and firmly locked on his knot. He releases a small chuckle when you give a small yawn and snuggle further into his chest. “Go ahead and rest, baby. You have a long night ahead of you once my knot goes down.”

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[helleanorlance]

I spent soooooo much money on clothes today and it's stressing me out but I was desperately in need of pants

[cybergoth1]

can you do some Jason Todd as a husband headcannon pls !! i just know that when he’s healed , he’s hauling his partner and getting TF out of Gotham , and popping out babies (GIRLDAD) and a nice job in a low-key town and maybe becomes a househusband 😋🤭(for real i’m 100% sure he would) but at the same time he is The Jason Todd . Hot , mysterious , emotional but also not , a big fat nerd in a brick body .

you know your daddy's home.

pairing: jason todd x fem!reader.

warnings/tags: fluffy, pre established relationship. my silly drabble about raising a daughter with jason todd. girl dad jason todd. husband jason todd.

author's note: hey babe i turned it into a drabble! hope you don't mind it!

"look, mommy! i'm batman!”

you suppressed a chuckle as you watched your five-year-old daughter standing tall on the couch, wearing a paper mask poorly shaped like batman’s cowl. the little girl came home from school, talking non-stop about the vigilant and refusing to take off her paper mask, even during lunch time, excitedly repeating what her teacher had said about nowday heroes.

"gotham needs me!"

she was trying to make her voice deeper as she jumped onto the floor. the cats, startled by the noise on the wooden floor, bolted away in a stampede.

"you're too pretty to be batman, baby girl".

your husband jason said as he stepped out of the bathroom. the scent of soap and shaving lotion lingered in the air as he walked down the hallway in just his sweatpants. his scars seemed more visible, glistening under the light as drops of water trailed down his bare back and chest.

“but how do you know what he looks like? he's always wearing a mask!” her childish voice rang out indignantly.

he picked her up effortlessly with one hand, while the other gently tugged the paper mask aside to look into her bright blue eyes — blue like his had been before the lazarus pit. her nose, mouth and ears were just like yours, a glimpse of you both in her youthful face.

"he sounds ugly, like a very old sad man. unlike you, princess".

"i'm not a princess, i'm vengeance!"

you laughed behind the stove.

"well, vengeance," he said, walking toward the apartment’s kitchen with her tiny legs wrapped around his hips "you can save gotham after eating your vegetables," he added with a smirk, putting her on the high chair.

she looked at him with wide eyes, as if he’d just handed her a death sentence.

"broccoli?"

"broccoli".

you placed the plate of food in front of her, the broccoli standing out between the rice and meat like a tiny, green nightmare. she looked up at you with pleading eyes, silently appealing to your good side.

you stroked her hair gently.

"if you don’t eat, i'll have to tell batman that his sidekick isn’t eating properly. you can't patrol without eating broccoli," he said, pulling out the chair to sit beside her. that was more than enough. with a disgusted expression, she began to eat, occasionally poking at the broccoli.

"hi, jay," you said, placing your hands on his broad shoulders and giving him a light massage. he softly kissed your left hand before looking up at you.

"how’s my other girl doing?" he asked with a smile, his lips still lingering against your hand. your daughter was so focused on hating the broccoli that she didn’t even notice the display of affection. normally, she would’ve made a gagging noise, followed by a dramatic, “bleh!”.

"she's missing you a lot" you said kissing the top of his head. a familiar scent makes you pause for a moment.

"you're using my shampoo again, aren't you?"

"maybe?"

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[vxlvted]

pussy drunk!bang chan

pussy drunk!chan who is absolutely addicted to you. the moment he gets a taste, it’s over for him. he would start all slow and controlled, wanting to savor your reactions. but the second you moan his name or tug at his curls, his self control shatter.

he’s sloppy with it, getting so into it, he doesn’t care about how messy he gets. lips and chin completely covered but he loves it. he practically drowns himself between your thighs, gripping them so tightly as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away.

he gets lost in you, moaning against your skin, eyes fluttering shut. when eventually pulls away for air, his voice is breathless, pupils blown wide. “You taste so fucking good, baby” he groans before diving back in like he’s starved.

he’s always talking between kisses, between long strokes of his tongue. whispering how much he loves this, how good you are for him, how he never wants to stops. when you pull his hair or grind against his face—his nose rubbing hard your clit—he whimpers, low and desperate like he’s the one being ruined.

if you try to push him away when it gets too much, he won’t budge. his arms will lock around your thighs, keeping you there as he murmurs “Just one more, baby…. just one more for me.” but it’s never just one more. once isn’t enough. twice isn’t enough. he could spend the entire night between your thighs and still wants more. he’ll kiss his way back up your body, his lips swollen and voice husky and plead, “again?”

he gets smug when your legs start to shake. he open his eyes briefly to watch as you grab at the sheets, his shoulders, your pillow, at anything you can. he loves watching you fall apart for him, because of him. “That’s it, let me hear you.”

and there’s no way he isn’t turned on while doing this. he gets hard from just eating you out. if he has you on your back, he’s grinding into the mattress, into the sheets. if he’s got you sitting on his face, he’s rutting up into nothing, only feeling the slight shift of his sweatpants when his hips thrust upwards. sometimes, he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until he gets embarrassingly close.

If you ever just grab his hair and hold him there, he’s a goner. his moans get louder. vibrating against your folds. I’m a firm believer in Chan being a pleasure dom. he loves making you feel good, that includes you using him for your pleasure.

I’m also a firm believer in Chan having a praise kink. I feel like he’d rather be praised than degraded. the second you call him good—your good boy, good baby—he loses it. gripping your thighs even harder, pulling you closer and working his tongue even faster to make you come undone. He lives for your praise, and he’ll do anything to earn it.

once he’s finally had enough, he’s pressing soft kissing into your thighs, rubbing soothing circles into your skin as you slow your breathing. he’d be so gentle afterwards, holding you close and whispering how perfect you are, how much he loves you. and if you let him, he’s falling asleep with his head still inbetween your thighs, completely spent but happy.

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[minkieater]

first time with mingi ִ ִ ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

smut minors dni | wc ~4k

after your third date with mingi, you were impatiently ready to take things further. you traded a fancy restaurant for your living room, roses for snacks, a bottle of red wine for a six pack of beer sitting on the second shelf of your fridge. mingi was cozier than he’d been, sweatpants and a hoodie hanging loose off his body, glasses on his beautiful bare face. you think you might prefer him this way— as sexy as he looked in a black button up and slacks…

you sat on your couch, drinks and snacks sprawled across your coffee table, a massive blanket covering both of your bodies. you were curled into his side, head lying just below his collarbone, legs sprawled across his lap. he had one arm across your legs, the other in your hair, fingers scratching at your scalp: it all felt so domestic. like mingi was meant to be here, with you, as if this wasn’t only your fourth date. 

mingi sat spread out— knees wide, back leaned into the cushions, head lazily placed atop yours. he felt so massive as you clung to him, it was dizzying, you never considered yourself inherently small, but next to him? with his six foot build, broad shoulders, thick thighs, hard chest— he felt so strong beneath you, you knew he could flip you around if he wanted to. the thought was too incriminating for the close proximity you were in. 

the last date had ended with you and mingi lazily making out on your doorstep where you almost invited him in, but you weren’t ready yet— you hadn’t mentally prepared yourself, so you sent him off with swollen, wet lips and pants tighter than they were when he walked you up. tonight was different— you told yourself tonight was the night, you prepared yourself, but sitting with your body wrapped around him made you consider that maybe you’d never be ready for him. 

he made it easier, though, the more his fingers played with your hair, the more you relaxed into him— although it didn’t stop the fidgeting. you don’t think you paid attention to the movie after the first five minutes— mind immediately dropping to the gutter once you felt him under you. 

“you comfortable?” he pulled you from your thoughts, his voice husky yet soft— he caught you and he didn’t even know it. 

you tilted your head up to look at him him as a meek yeah fell off your lips, you saw the moment of realization: when his eyes darkened, glossing over ever so slightly, lips parted barely a centimeter to take a quick inhale. he could see it all over you, you could see it all over him— the acceptance, the want, the need. 

you tilted your chin up first, catching his lips between yours. he groaned into it, hand in your hair tightening at your roots, tilting your head backward with the force he kissed you back with. you gasped into him, lips still moving in a steady rhythm, taking his bottom lip between your own and then his top one, right handing sliding across his clothed chest. 

he deepened the kiss, tongue slipping into your mouth, massaging yours— your head was elsewhere, within seconds your makeout turned hot and heavy, your skin was burning for him. he pushed you back onto the couch with slight questioning force and you answered with no pushback, letting your back hit the cushions freely, arms immediately shooting for his neck to pull him closer. 

he crawled on top of you and you hooked your legs around his hips, fingers tangling behind his neck, feeling the short brown hairs that stood at his nape. he kissed you harder, tongue messily entering your mouth without any shame— you whimpered as your legs tightened around him. 

“shit,” he groaned in response, his voice impossibly deeper as his hips bucked involuntarily, meeting your center which made you both let out high pitched, drawn out noises of pleasure. 

you breathed into each other’s mouths for a moment as you took a pause, the only other noise being the sound of your heartbeats as you both realized where this was headed. he sat up on his calves, running a hand through his hair, you begged your eyes to not drop to his groin, to ignore the clear tent in his sweats. 

“mingi?” you asked a question with just his name, voice small, quiet. he took a breath as if he needed to calm down— in case you didn’t want to take this further. “i want you,” it was almost moaning the way your voice relayed everything you felt, every ember of passion that he ignited the moment he pulled you on top of him. the loss of contact was brutal, you felt cold with the blanket long forgotten and mingi’s body heat so far away. 

it was as if you flipped a switch with how quickly he responded, yet he still asked the question as he crawled on top of you again, “are you sure?” 

“yes,” you said through a breath as your legs hooked around his hips and your fingers tangled in his hair, you needed him closer, his warmth and his weight. 

he groaned before his lips attached to your jaw, sloppy and wet as they trailed from your ear to your chin— back to your lips, then down the column of your throat. your center was throbbing for it— him, aching with a pulse only he could satisfy. your hips pressed into him as his hands traveled up your waist beneath your shirt, using his hips as leverage to grind yourself against him as he felt your skin. 

the noises that left his lips were lewd— husky breaths, deep groans, whimpers when you rolled your hips against him just right. a smile crept onto your face, everything about him, every move he made was so hot you thought you’d explode if you didn’t get more friction. 

“so beautiful, so soft,” he mumbled as he flipped your top above your chest, hands exploring your bare skin, thumbs flicking over your nipples beneath your bralette. 

“take it off,” your voice was long gone— you didn’t sound like yourself anymore— already. you arched your back and he used two fingers to unhook your bra, pulling it over your head with your top. 

nipples hardening under the cool air, he warmed them with his breath before his plump lips wrapped around your left one, thumb coming up to run over your right. you moaned, back arching into him, your lower half trapped beneath his build. his other arm traveled up your waist, just feeling, exploring, caressing— the stimulation was mouth watering, you had no filter, noises leaving your lips without thought. 

“perfect fuckin�� tits,” he announced without even looking at you, mouth moving to your other nipple, wet lips making a trail of spit between them. your head was buried into the cushion, hips begging to be set free, to move, to be touched. 

mingi could feel your desperation and he loved it, he let you squirm, let you beg for it— mingi loved to feel wanted, and your reactions told him you needed him. he was on cloud nine. 

“more,” you mumbled, more under your breath than out loud, and mingi was quick to obey. thumbs hooking into your waistband he pulled them down, lips following, hot wet kisses placed down your torso. 

you squirmed as the cool air hit more bare skin, antsy for more, for his lips, his hands, his fingers— anything he’d give you’d take greedily, then still ask for more. 

his lips hit your hips, teeth nibbling at the bone beneath your skin, making you suck in a harsh breath. he smiled as he got your pants off, hands traveling up your legs, rough palms against the soft flesh of your thighs. he peeled them open, met with dark lace and a smell so sweet he struggled to take his time. a kiss to your ankle, to your calf, just below your knee, he licked the underside of your thigh and your moans grew in pitch and volume. 

it was music to his ears as he pressed another just beside the lace, hands ghosting over your hips, he knew you were impatient but he wanted to savor every moment, every noise, every movement of your hips jutting towards his face. you whined as his thumb skimmed over your center, putting pressure on your clit, still over your panties. 

“don’t tease, please mingi, need you,” he had to ignore your pleas as much as it killed him to– he needed to take it slow, even if you were soaked through the thin lace already, you needed to finish once or twice before he’d even consider fucking you properly. 

“patience, baby,” he once again didn’t look up, too focused on hooking his thumb under the lace, pushing it to the side. his mouth watered as he got a proper look at you, core glistening under the dim light coming from the movie you stopped watching, for a moment he thought he’d start drooling if he didn’t dive into you immediately. 

he licked a fat stripe up the center of your folds and you moaned fully, back arching and head falling backward, the soft weight of his tongue was heavenly. mingi was intoxicated then, one taste of you and he was under a spell, falling deep below the surface of his own greed. he pushed your panties further aside as your legs spread wider, licking into you again, lips sucking on the bundle of nerves at the top. 

your hands flew to his hair, fingers tightening at his roots, keeping his head in place. your voice was high pitched, still breathy and gone as you moaned out, “yes, so fucking good, baby.” 

mingi melted at the praise, if he was motivated before there was no denying it now– his own head growing fuzzy as he ate. tongue licking stripes, dipping into your core, lips sucking around your clit: he felt like an animal. one finally eating after months of hibernation, his saliva mixed with your wetness covered his chin, listening as your moans quickened. 

the tightening in your core was quick– so quick you almost couldn’t believe it. his tongue flicked your clit and you tugged at his roots harder, chanting, “right there, don’t stop, oh fuck–”

he listened as your tone heightened at the end of your instruction, he knew you were close, he needed you over the edge. he kept his rhythm steady, flicking at your clit at a repetitive pace and your moans grew until they got caught in your throat, hips shaking– he had you. 

the pleasure in your abdomen was blinding as he pushed you to your high, it crashed over you in steady waves, your breathing had completely stopped somewhere in your long, dragged out orgasm. as you finally felt the aftershocks and your grip lessened on his hair your breath came back to you in deep heaves, every nerve ending in your body tingling, eyebrows knitted together and jaw slack without any sound. 

“you did so good for me baby,” he cooed, then licked his bottom lip, scooping the wetness off his chin with his index finger and bringing it between his lips. you should feel embarrassed at the lewd display but you couldn’t find it in you– that orgasm was one of the best you’ve ever had, you didn’t have the time to with how quickly he was on top of you again, pressing a kiss to your lips. 

“came hard, huh?” he teased, hands petting at your stomach then traveling up to your chest. 

“mm, yes,” you moaned at the touch, octaves deeper now, “want you inside me.” 

“let’s go to your room?” he pressed another kiss to your lips, palms rubbing along the side of your thighs. you nodded and he helped you up, quickly walking across the hardwood of your floor to your dimly lit bedroom. you mentally thanked yourself for leaving the lamp on your bedside table on. 

you laid down on your perfectly made bed, still stripped down to your panties where mingi was still fully clothed. the change of environment brought consciousness back to you, cheeks flushing at the realization– you laid propped up on your elbows, “mingi, you have too many clothes on.”

he chuckled as he kneeled onto the bed between your knees, hands immediately reaching up to pull his shirt over his head by the collar. your lips parted as he revealed his abdomen, breath escaping your lungs. you immediately sat up to touch, his skin was soft and warm, toned and hard and sexy. you pressed kisses along his stomach as he kneeled level with your head, your hands trailing up his thick thighs as his came down to play in your hair again. your plan was to take your time, it was your turn to taste him, but he pushed you onto your back– “need to see you cum again.”

“wanna make you cum,” you argued even if his words made your abdomen clench. 

he shook his head and then kissed your cheek, “next time, wanna make you feel good tonight.”

how could you argue with that?

he kissed down your jaw as both of his thumbs hooked under the straps of your panties, you lifted your hips so he could pull them all the way off. his hand quickly came to your center again, you gasped as he let a finger slip between your folds. still sensitive, you shuddered, hips backing off his touch. he followed them, finger pressing onto your clit, placing careful pressure before working it in a circle. you moaned, giving in, eyes softly closing– he pressed his lips to yours, soft and sweet and the opposite to what he was doing between your legs. 

he slipped a finger inside and you gasped, mingi took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, missing the way your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. he started pumping slowly, curling inside you until your lips stopped responding, too far gone in the feeling. 

“come on, can’t have you going dumb before you get the real thing,” he teases with a smile, you crack your lids open just to whine and his smile grows– “this is just one finger, what will you do when it’s my cock? hmm?”

the teasing was nothing but added pleasure, moans flew from your lips as he hit the spongy spot inside you, making your entire body twitch. he giggles before adding another finger, you think he’s enjoying this way too much– if he could hear your thoughts, he’d agree. he curls them again, his pressure growing firmer, his thrusts getting faster. you could feel it again, the pit of pleasure steadily growing, your body getting hotter. your moans picked up, the filter leaving you again, eyes falling shut and jaw going slack. 

“fuck,” you cried, “you’re– too fucking good at this,” you spoke between moans, hands flying to his bare, strong shoulders, gripping to hold you steady, keep you grounded. 

“give me another,” he encourages, “open up for me, baby.” 

you don’t know how much more open you could be– legs spread, bent knees pressed against his thighs, the strength of them effectively holding them open, restricting any movement. you could feel yourself clenching around him, but you couldn’t stop, the feeling of his thick fingers curling against you was too fucking good. the pressure grew heavier, pleasure pooling at the pit of your stomach, feeling as if soon you’d overflow. 

“come on,” his voice was strained now, mouth hovering over yours, his breath floating from his lips to your own. “cum again, then you can have all of me. wanna feel you so bad.” 

his words were enough to push you over, toppling beyond a ledge so high you began free falling, eyes screwed tight, breathless and brainless for even longer than the last time. you thought your body might begin steaming soon, with the heat of his own and the sheer pleasure he’s giving you– it was all too much. you were unabashedly moaning now, cries leaving your lips, the intimacy of having him so close to you was dizzying. your brain became mush a long time ago, the fog only worsening, blinding you as much as your orgasm did. 

“yes, there we go, good fuckin’ girl,” his praise was like a prayer, “cum all over me, wanna taste it.”

oh– he was just as far gone as you. you scrambled for his waistband like your orgasm was no obstacle, “need you,” you whimpered, giving him no time to think as you yanked his sweats over his hips. 

you needed to be closer, it wasn’t enough, you needed more. mingi didn’t argue nor hesitate, rolling his sweats off his ankles, “condom?”

you shook your head too fast for the responsible part of you to intervene. “got tested, just pull out.”

he tilted his head with an intake of air, “you trust me to pull out of this pussy?” 

“fuck it, i’ll take the pill,” you decided, and somehow even more adrenaline coursed through mingi’s veins. his smile was wide as he threw his sweats to the floor, and your eyes widened at your view. 

“holy shit,” you couldn’t hold it back, salivating at his length– rock solid, standing straight up against his stomach, pink and leaking and impatient, “i need you inside me now.”

firm fingers grabbed onto the flesh of your thighs, he leaned down to spit on your core, using his tongue to spread the wetness– not that you needed any extra help after two orgasms. “such a pretty fuckin’ pussy, could eat you every day.” 

your hands grabbed for his length, one gripping him at the base as you spit on the other, meeting to spread your spit along him, mixing with the precum that dripped down his tip. he whimpered as you touched him, a beautiful sound, one you wanted to hear with him buried in the back of your throat. another time. 

“take a deep breath for me,” he said as he lined himself up, your thighs laid atop his, body sprawled out beneath him. you obeyed, breathing down to the bottom of your lungs as he pushed in slowly, you both moaned at the same time, in the same way– relief. 

“you’re huge,” you say, eyes screwed shut as he inches himself in, you weren’t sure if it was a compliment or a complaint. 

“you can do it,” he responds with a cocky smile, “open up for me.”

again with that sentence, you supposed he meant relax for him. you beckoned your body to untense, starting from your fingers to your toes, your face to your hips, and he moaned in relief. “yes, just like that,” his voice was strained, eyes trained on your core as he sheathed himself at your base, the small tufts of hair at your base tangling as they met. 

“so good, so fuckin’ tight, baby,” he let his head droop between his shoulders, forehead just a millimeter from yours, your hands reached up to cup his cheeks. 

you whispered into his lips as you tilted his head up, “move.” you attached your lips to his as he pulled out and quickly realized that was a mistake, lips parting but unresponsive as he began rocking into you, filling you with every thick inch of him. 

stressed moans poured into his mouth from yours, the pleasure was tantalizing– he filled you up perfectly, cock curved upward to hit that spot inside of you with every stroke– you immediately knew you wouldn’t last long. the pleasure from your two orgasms were nothing compared to what he felt like inside you: full and dripping, the noises that came from your meeting were embarrassingly wet. squelching, you couldn’t bother to blame the heat in your body on embarrassment– it was him, his body heat, the sweat forming on your forehead from the force of him as a whole. 

you could get used to this. earth-shattering, it was, feeling yourself mold to his size, as if you were built to take him. your body rocked from the force, chest bouncing from his thrusts that grew harsher, moaning and whining and crying into his groaning lips. 

“pussy so good,” he moaned, voice heavy and husky as your thoughts aligned, “it’s like you were made for me.”

“i was,” you respond with the strength of nothing but sheer will, “all yours, mingi.” 

“fuck,” he groaned with a particularly harsh thrust, “say that again.” 

“i’m yours,” you moaned, nails digging into his shoulders, “all fuckin’ yours.”

“‘m not gonna last,” he said, voice breathy as if he was holding back. he took a hand between your legs, two fingers working circles into your clit, “need you to cum for me.” 

you arched your back into him, hips meeting his thrusts, the pressure beginning to build almost immediately. your brain was somewhere else, words blending together, “wan’ you to fill me up, mingi. make me yours.” 

he whimpered, high pitched and unashamed, “gonna fill you up so good, baby. fill you up with my cum.” 

you moaned into the shell of his ear as the pressure blew, rocking into you harder than his thrusts, your joints locking up and nails no doubt clawing shells into his shoulder. your moan was nearly a cry as you came around his length, clenching, squeezing him with everything you had– he followed right after, hips losing their rhythm, releasing small gasps as his hips came to a still, releasing into you. 

you could feel the warmth as he unloaded, feeling fuller than you’ve ever been in your life. he fell onto his elbows above you, hips still flesh against yours, stomach heaving into your own, breathing into the space where your neck meets your shoulder. he took a moment before he pulled out carefully, rolling onto his side. 

“you okay?” he asked, a hand searching for you, finding relief on top of your stomach. 

you took a second to answer, dazed, eyes already fluttered shut. it was nothing more than a weak mhm that fell from your lips, and he responded with an innocent giggle. you could see him without opening your eyes, you knew he laid there with a lopsided grin and a moving chest, his eyes shaped like crescents. it brought a smile to your own face with an even weaker chuckle leaving your lips. 

“let’s get you cleaned up, lover–” he placed a kiss on your cheek, but your eyes didn’t open– “shower or bath? … do you have a bathtub?” 

a real laugh fell from your lips, it took every ounce of energy you had left. when you felt the slight trickle of him leaking out of you it shocked reality back into your senses, your eyes shot open. “oh shit– bath, carry me there?” 

you were right: lopsided grin, heaving chest and crescent shaped eyes laid beside you, but he was quick to move, scooping you up bridal style, walking you to your bathroom. you sat on the toilet while he filled the tub, but he joined you in the hot water, a strong wall behind you as the water soothed the post-sex ache. 

he kissed the top of your head from behind you– “i think this might be a bad time to ask, but we’re exclusive now, right?” 

you smiled as your head fell to his shoulder, “yeah, baby, ‘m all yours.”

[littlelamy]

I was thinking of Rafe giving innocent reader a hickey and she’s all scared of what people would think of her and is trying to get rid of it but Rafe convinces her that it’s just to show that she’s his. Alsooo your fics are so good!!

lamy's notes: i hope you like it!!!

you don’t notice it at first.

not until you’re getting ready the next morning, standing in front of your mirror, brushing your hair out of your face, and then—

“oh my god.”

you freeze, eyes going wide as you stare at the angry mark blooming just below your jaw, dark and unmistakable. your fingers fly to it, pressing against the tender skin like that’ll somehow make it disappear.

“no, no, no,” you mutter, tilting your head, trying to see if there’s any possible way to hide it. you reach for your concealer, dabbing it on frantically, but it barely makes a difference. panic bubbles in your chest.

rafe.

he did this. he did this and he knew exactly what he was doing, the smug bastard.

you spin on your heel, storming back into the bedroom where he’s still lounging in bed, propped up on one elbow, watching you with that lazy, satisfied smirk.

“rafe,” you hiss, pointing at your neck. “what the hell?”

he raises a brow, completely unbothered. “what?”

“this!” you gesture wildly. “what am i supposed to do? people are gonna see it!”

he hums, sitting up fully, running a hand through his messy hair. “yeah. that’s kinda the point, angel.”

your stomach flips at the way his voice drops on the last word, but you push past it, crossing your arms. “no, it is not the point. i can’t walk around with this!”

rafe swings his legs over the side of the bed, standing and making his way over to you in just his sweatpants, slow and deliberate. “why not?”

you blink. “why not? because—because people will think—”

he cuts you off by curling a finger under your chin, tilting your face up so you have no choice but to look at him. “people will think what?”

your breath catches. “that we… you know.”

he grins, sharp and teasing. “that you’re mine?”

your face burns. “rafe.”

his thumb brushes over your bottom lip. “you are, though.”

you swallow hard, your argument slipping through your fingers. he leans in, pressing a slow, lazy kiss just below your ear, right next to the mark he left. “leave it.”

“rafe—”

“leave it,” he murmurs against your skin, his hands slipping around your waist, pulling you in close. “let them see.”

you know you should put up more of a fight, insist on covering it up, but with the way he’s looking at you, the way his fingers are tracing slow circles at the small of your back, you’re pretty sure he’s already won.

and, god help you, you’re not even mad about it.

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3 times bakugou tried to kiss you + 1 time he actually did !!

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ teddy’s notes: i can never not write something cute with katsukiii, actually no it’s most of my faves ngl. anyways no warnings here! reader is gender neutral and this is just pure fluff!!

1.

the gym was hot and noisy, filled with the sound of fists hitting pads and shoes squeaking against the mats. bakugou wiped the sweat off his face, barely winded, but when he turned around, there was you, standing at the edge of the ring, smiling at him like he’d just won a damn medal.

“what the hell are you smiling at?” bakugou barked, storming over.

you blinked up at him, your hands clasped in front of you. “you’re really amazing, you know that? you’re so strong!”

bakugou’s heart stumbled over itself. His brain screamed, say something cool, idiot, do something cool! instead, he muttered, “tch. whatever,” and leaned closer, his face hovering inches from yours.

your smile faltered. you took a step back, eyes wide. “sorry, katsuki! did i do something wrong?”

the words hit bakugou like a slap. this was totally going in the wrong direction. “what? no! you—” he cut himself off, growling in frustration before spinning on his heel. “forget it!” he snapped over his shoulder, storming out of the gym.

behind him, you continued to stare after him, completely baffled.

2.

the rain pattered against the umbrella as bakugou held it over both your heads. it wasn’t a big umbrella, which meant that you had to stick close to his side, your shoulder brushing against his every few steps.

“thanks for walking me home,” you said, your voice soft, almost drowned out by the rain.

bakugou swallowed hard. “whatever. not like i had anything better to do.” liar.

the warmth of your presence was messing with his head. his eyes flicked to your face, droplets of water clinging to your fluttering lashes. his heart kicked into overdrive.

he shifted the umbrella slightly, leaning closer under the guise of adjusting it. your lips were right there, soft and pink and—

“oh!” you crouched suddenly, eyes wide as you scooped something off the ground. “it’s a kitten!”

“eh?” bakugou froze mid-lean, almost dropping the umbrella.

you cradled the soaked little animal in your arms, smiling. “look how cute it is! poor thing.”

katsuki gritted his teeth. “yeah, cute,” he muttered, glaring at the oblivious cat like it had just personally insulted him.

3.

the room was dark except for the faint glow of the tv screen. the others were all passed out on the floor or slumped against the furniture, leaving bakugou and you alone on the couch.

you were snuggled under a blanket, your eyes glued to the movie. you weren’t even paying attention to him, which was just as well, because bakugou could barely breathe with you sitting so close.

his fingers curled into the fabric of his sweatpants. come on, just do it. it’s not a big deal. just lean over and—

you shifted suddenly, yawning as you stretched your arms above your head. one of your hands smacked him right in the face.

“ah! oh my god, i’m so sorry!” you gasped, sitting up straight.

bakugou clutched his face, cheeks burning. “what the hell?! watch where you’re swinging those things, idiot!”

“i didn’t mean to! are you okay?” your fingers tried to pry off his hand, but he reflexively waved you off.

“i’m fine!” he snapped, scooting to the far end of the couch, crossing his arms, and glaring at the screen like it was the movie’s fault. he didn’t look at you for the rest of the night.

+ 1.

the city stretched out below them, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. you sat on the edge of the rooftop, your legs dangling over the side. you looked sad, your usual brightness dimmed, which really concerned bakugou.

“i just… don’t know if i’m good enough,” you said softly, your hands twisting in your lap.

bakugou leaned against the railing a few feet away, his jaw tightening. “that’s stupid,” he said gruffly.

you glanced up at him, surprised. “what?”

bakugou rubbed his face, tugging his mask higher over his forehead before directing his gaze at you.

“you’re good enough,” he said, his voice low and rough, like he was choking on the words. “you’re better than good enough. you’re—” he cut himself off, scowling.

your lips quirked into a small, tentative smile. “thanks. that means a lot. you’re… nicer than you act, you know.”

katsuki’s chest felt too tight, his heart pounding so hard it hurt. “screw it,” he muttered under his breath. before he could lose his nerve, he crossed the space between you and him in two quick steps, cupped your face in his hands, and kissed you.

you gasped softly against his lips, but didn’t pull away. instead, your hands found their way to his arms, holding on gently as you kissed him back.

for the first time, bakugou felt like he wasn’t completely screwing everything up.

[vivimura]

PAIRING ~ bf!nrk x gf!reader

SUMMARY ~ you and your boyfriend decide to visit the sauna as a break from the winter, but something about you sweating makes him feel all hot for reasons other than the sauna.

GENRE ~ smut, sauna sex.

WORD COUNT ~ 2.270k

ᯓ★ can you tell i was listening to diet pepsi while writing this?

it was a short elevator ride and a few flights of stairs before the two of you reached the floor of the building where the new sauna was located. riki led you down the hallway and pushed open the door to the room, a warm and humid feeling instantly enveloping you both.

you cringed at the feeling of the humidity clinging against your fuzzy sweater and immediately pulled off the garment. now clad in just a black spaghetti strap tank and sweatpants, you neatly placed your sweater into a locker located near the room.

riki chuckled at your expression, his eyes scanning your body in that small tank top. he took off his own hoodie in response, leaving only a black undershirt on and stuffing the hoodie into the same locker. he reached out to take your hand, lacing his fingers with yours and leading you over to the corner of the empty sauna.

he laid a towel on the floor and sat down on it, tugging on your hand and gesturing for you to sit down in between his legs. the damp air and heat in the room paired with riki’s warmth against your back was a nice break from the snow outside.

“as much as i love winter, i really needed this.” you commented and sighed happily, tying your hair up into a ponytail. 

he hummed back in agreement, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you even closer against him. he rested his chin on your shoulder, savoring the way you felt against him and the damp warmth of your skin against his bare forearms. "it feels good," he mumbled, his deep voice right against your ear.

you sighed again, closing your eyes in relaxation. the muscles in your body involuntarily relaxed due to the effects of your sauna, causing you to slouch against riki’s front, the back of your head falling on his shoulder.

that’s when he saw it. a bead of sweat falling from your forehead, travelling down the side of your face, over your jawline, down the curve of your neck, and eventually disappearing into your cleavage concealed by just a thin top. fuck. 

he swallowed thickly making his adam's apple bob. the sight was almost mesmerizing. unable to resist, his lips gently brushed against your ear before he leaned down and ran his tongue over the curve of your neck, the salty taste of your sweat making him shiver slightly. 

you gasped at the feeling of his warm, wet tongue right against your neck, your eyes snapping open wide. your legs instinctively tensing up, the insides of your tummy feeling all funny. “riki, what’re you-”

he chuckled lowly as your body squirmed against his at the feel of his tongue on your neck. he gently moved his hand up to grasp your chin, holding your head in place as he continued his path of wet kisses on your neck. "shh," he mumbled against your skin, his voice deep and rough before he gently nibbled on your earlobe.

“stop, someone can come in here..” you warned before things could escalate any further, afraid of causing any public indecency in case someone just walks in.

he let out a low huff against your ear, feeling a bit playful. your small protest against his actions only tempted him to do more, his lips continuing their trail down your neck, moving towards your shoulder. "let them see," he muttered quietly, shifting in his seat so he was pressed even tighter up against you, his growing bulge rubbing against your ass.

you let out a shaky exhale, unknowingly pressing your thighs together as a result of getting turned on by your replies and ministrations. though you squirmed in place in an attempt to get away and warned him to stop, you couldn’t help but further tilt your head as a subconscious need for his touch. “behave, riki..” you scolded, but only egged him on further.

he chuckled slightly at your attempt to scold him, the way you were starting to lose yourself in his touch not going unnoticed by him. your weak scolding fell on deaf ears as he licked his lips and nipped at the skin of your shoulder. his free hand was rubbing slow circles into your hip, the action both soothing and teasing at the same time.

he slowly pulled back, taking in your messy appearance with the marks he had left. he gently turned your head to face him, his smirk growing at the sight of your flushed face and slightly glazed over eyes.

“riki, don't... we can't...” you whispered breathlessly, though a certain look formed in your eyes which he’d learned to recognize as arousal by then.

he hummed in response, his hand that was on your chin cupping your cheek instead. your face was a sight to behold, already messy and flushed from his actions, your expression making it very clear that you wanted this just as much as him. he loved seeing you like this, losing yourself to his touch. "why not?" he questioned your prolonged protests with a hint of mockery in his voice, his thumb tracing your cheekbone affectionately.

your eyes widened in disbelief, as if the answer wasn’t obvious already. you remained silent for a few seconds, simply taking in the way there was a bead of sweat trailing down the side of his face, his lips naturally plump and wet, long bangs sticking against his forehead, cheeks subtly flushed, and most importantly, the look in his eyes. god, his eyes. his dark intense orbs gazed into yours, almost daring you to defy his advances. but, you continued, a bit more dazed than before. “someone can just walk in...”

he chuckled again, his hand on your hip tightening slightly as he spoke in a low tone. "so? let them walk in." he leaned in, his lips gently scraping up the skin of your neck to your ear, his voice rough and deep as he continued "i want you, baby."

that's when your resolve crumbled completely. you let out a shaky exhale, hands flunging to cup his face and shove it closer to yours, pressing your lips against his in a needy, urgent kiss.

he groaned against your lips, feeling your soft palms cup his cheeks to pull his face closer to yours. he returned the kiss just as hungrily, one hand moving back to your hip and the other reaching back to tangle in your hair, the wet feeling of your mouths and tongues moving together in need turning him on like crazy.

he gently guided you to lay flat on your back on the towel covered floor, locating his knees on either side of your hips so that he was now hovering over you, the kiss not broken for even a second. he placed one hand at the side of your head, the other teasingly tracing up your body from your hips all the way to your chest, where he began groping your plush tits.

you whimpered into his mouth, your thighs bucking shut as you let go of his face to dig your fingers into his hair. he growled back in response, letting go of your tits to yank your thighs apart, situating himself between them. he resumed fondling your tits from over your skimpy top, now rocking his clothed hardness into you. 

as sticky as your skin felt from the dampness of your skin, there was a similar slick forming between your legs. you moaned into his mouth and arched your back into his touch, your earlier concerns now abandoned into a more urgent sense of need.

he was getting impatient, the friction of his throbbing, clothed cock rubbing up against your clothed heat making him want you even more. he broke the kiss to pull back slightly and began leaving a trail of quick, wet kisses down your neck to your chest, his hand squeezing your tit while he spoke gruffly between kisses. "baby... i want to be in you," he groaned against your neck, his voice making it clear that his mind was starting to go a little hazy from the hot room and your body.

you let out a soft exhale borderlining a moan as you threw your head back, your chest heaving so prettily. you whispered a barely audible “....okay.”, giving riki the green light to frantically let go of your chest to reach the waistband of your sweatpants.

he snuck his hand into your pants, cupping your pussy from over your panties. a gruff growl was elicited from his throat fanning right against your neck as his calloused fingers felt up the now drenched fabric. you whimpered and pressed your thighs together, essentially trapping riki’s hand between your legs. he pulled your panties to the side, rubbing his middle finger through your slick folds, earning a sinful mewl from your glossed lips. 

“fuck.” riki cursed under his breath, the feeling of your wetness and pretty sounds making his erection unbearably painful. he snuck his hand out of your pants and reached for his own. he sat up straight on his knees, straddling your hips. there was an almost hysteric darkness of lust in his eyes as he pulled his pants and boxers down in one motion, just enough to make his cock spring out and the layers to bunch up by his thighs. there were prominent veins popping out his shaft, his tip an angry red and a small bead of precum formed. he pumped his cock for a few seconds with his left hand, the other yanking down your sweats and panties from the front, just enough to expose your dripping entrance.

he shifted forward before you could even have a chance to process what was happening, and began rubbing his tip against your folds, throwing his head back and groaning in pleasure. you whimpered and clenched around nothing in sheer need to be filled, hands gripping onto his shoulders. 

he aligned himself to your pussy and let go of his cock to slowly slide into you, your greedy folds nearly sucking him in. he let out a low sound between a groan and a moan, placing both hands by your head to steady himself as you took him in. “riki..” you mewled his name causing him to bring one of his hands to cover your mouth.

“shh.. don’t wanna draw an attention, fuck- do you now, baby?” he curtly whispered, slowly beginning to fuck you in steady motions. you whimpered against the large palm of his hand and shook your head, your eyes feeling dizzy as you limited your loud sounds of pleasure to quiet ones. he buried his face into the crook of your neck to muffle his own sounds, whispering against it, “god, you’re so perfect, baby..” 

he thrusted his hardness deep into you, nearly going feral over the feeling of your velvety walls around him. you held onto the wrist of his hand over your mouth with one hand, the other holding onto his neck, your eyes growing half lidded as he fucked you.

there was still a small worry in your mind that despite not being nude, anyone could just walk in and catch you in an inappropriate act, but it only seemed to thrill you even more. your face and body began growing heated and sticky from sweat for more reasons than being in a sauna as you clenched around his length.

he hissed into your neck, thrusting faster and deeper into you. lewd, squelching sounds paired with skin against skin echoed in the room, his stimulation causing a coil to appear in your stomach. you whined and moaned quietly against his hand, your knees jerking up ever so often in pleasure.

“keep it down.” he reminded in a low, raggedy voice, earning your shaky response of, “riki, ngh- i can’t..” he growled, his thrusts increasing in pace as his high grew closer as he shoved the side of his hand into your mouth, making you bite down on it. your sounds grew considerably muffled and quiet, your teeth imprinting onto the palm and back of his hand.

“tell me you’re close..” he grunted, his thrusts growing irregular and sloppy as a result of his dangerously close orgasm. you could only clench around him and frantically nod your head in response, earning a groan of pleasure from him. he lifted his head from the crook of your neck and kept eye contact. he sharply exhaled and grunted, “you’re so good for me, baby.. i’m gonna..” and with a quiet curse, he slammed his cock deep into your pussy, feeling you with his warm seed. the feeling of his warm release filing you tipped you over your edge, and you simultaneously creamed around the end of his length, nearly trembling from pleasure.

he panted and and remained inside you for a few seconds, his eyes never leaving yours. he slowly pulled himself out, making you sigh both in pleasure and disappointment at the loss of his length. “fuuuck...” he groaned, taking in the sight of your cum mixed with his dripping down your tinged folds. 

he let go of your mouth, taking a hold of his cock and gently pushed the mixture of releases back into your hole, shakily exhaling at the overstimulating sensations on his tip. he slowly pulled your panties and pants back up, clothing himself to a state of decency too before leaning over to cup your face and capture your lips in a tender kiss. let’s just say there were a lot of things that remained sticky that evening. (this is my first time writing smut, pls don't judge lol. comment and reblog if you love riki 🙈)

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