#a bunch of naked girls

[hella1975]

born to write fanfiction forced to go to pilates

[despair-tea]

that book was pretty good, yea. glad I came back around and finished it.

the (part 1 - end) at the end is so funny - you mean after they resolved all the problems in the story, that's just the beginning? The beginning of the rest of their lives? lmao

[brokenrad]

thinking about getting with a girl and telling her that i'm a t.erf dyke and she makes it her mission to turn me into a super progressive queer person

[anths-girl]

I hated it with an absolute passion, for...SOOO many reasons... Just...ACK.

For research (and due to my own grievances):

Reblog for bigger sample size (or don't, but I will be yelling at you from the sidelines)

[chikinan]

is anyone making yuri of the dandadan grandma and the cat?

[rosicheeks]

I'd feel like the luckiest man alive to buy a beautiful girl like yourself a bunch of flowers! What are your favourite kind of flowers?

[l13]

cw: nsfw! 18+ mdni, f!reader

BRUCE was sprawled out on his bed, black sheets barely covering his naked body, his bulky thigh nudging its way out under and out of them when it got too hot. He kept his hand behind his head, half-lidded eyes never leaving your form as he watched you carefully.

“Again.”

You stood near his side of the bed, one leg propped up on it, naked except for one of Bruce's white button up shirts, the upper four buttons undone, courtesy of yours truly (Bruce Wayne). Your hand follows the skin of your leg from your calves, to your knees up, up to your thigh where your fingers hook under your simple sheer tights. Slowly, you begin to pull them down your leg, and Bruce's eyes follow the movement religiously. His lips part when your skin reappears under the delicate barrier, the act almost hypnotizing. 

Bruce inhales sharply when your whole leg gets exposed to him, and his eyes immediately trail up to your face, smiling lazily, a faint dimple showing “Again,” 

You roll your eyes playfully, biting back a smile, and yet you do as he says, somehow also getting worked up over this. You stare unabashedly at his chest, the way it rises and falls with each breath. Your eyes travel lower, down to his happy trail, and Bruce, ever so observant, notices this, and readjusts his hips slightly, making the sheet shift the slightest bit. When your eyes snap up to his, he raises his eyebrow in challenge. You huff, fingers beginning to work again, pulling the tights up your leg this time, slowly though, never rushing this. 

But you still wanted to fuck with him a little. So when you pull the tights just past your knee you stop completely and watch in amusement as Bruce’s gaze snaps up to yours immediately, eyes narrowing playfully, “That was the best part, and you ruined it,” he complained in a gruff voice, and you grinned, “I know.”

He clicks his tongue as he scooted closer to the edge of the bed, skimming his fingers over your skin, barely touching you as he went to resume your work, “I'll just have to do it for you then,” his fingers pull the tights up your pretty thigh, and he bites his lip when his work is done, hands now properly touching your skin over your tights, running them up and down your thigh appreciatively. 

“You’re insatiable.” you say as you thread your fingers through his hair, tugging his head back the slightest bit, and Bruce groans lowly from the tug, leaning down to press a kiss against your thigh. He then looks up at you innocently, humming as if he was agreeing with you. 

Suddenly his hand wraps around your waist, and he tugs you closer, and you gasp when you fall on his lap,  tights long forgotten as he studies your face, grabbing your ass in both hands and lifting you up so you could prop your knees on either side of him, “I can't help it.” he confessed, before claiming your lips with his.

Your hand came up to caress his cheek, your fingers playing with the ends of his hair as you kiss him back. Somehow the sheet was still bunched around his waist, covering his hard cock, and yet you wasted no time and rolled your hips against him. Bruce moans against your lips, his hold on you tightening.  His hands knead the skin of your ass, as he pulls away and starts pressing kisses down your jaw. You reward him with another roll of your hips, your pussy meeting his cock through the fabric, and he raises his hips the slightest bit, nudging your clit in the process. He hisses when you whimper, his hands now trailing up your bare back under your (his) shirt. “Sweet girl..”

Bruce’s kisses turn more filthy, now pressing open-mouthed kisses on your lips, panting against your mouth for just a second as he pulls away, and your tongue darts out to lick a line across his lips. His eyes turn dark, “Let me fuck you again.” he whispers against your lips, hand coming up to hold your face, thumb and pointer finger digging into each of your cheeks softly.

“I think you can do better than that.” You bite your lip when he rolls his eyes quickly, a smile tugging his lips up, “I can feel you dripping through the sheets, and you want me to beg?” he huffs out a chuckle, and you gasp in faux offense. You turn to look away from him teasingly but he tilts your head back to him with a tut.

You shake off his hold on your face, and in turn take both his cheeks in your palms, eyes dancing across his. Rubbing your thumb over his bottom lip, you lean in to whisper against his ear, “Want to fuck me in them?”

Satisfaction pools inside your belly when you see his adam's apple bob as he swallows harshly, and he groans, dropping his head to bite down at your shoulder teasingly. “Yes. Please.”

You grin, moving to stand up, not before Bruce swats your ass playfully. You shoot him an unconvincing glare, and he just shrugs, leaning back with his palms supporting his weight, eyes never trailing up and down your form. “Don't rip them this time.”

Bruce smiles. “I won't.”

Later, when you find yourself panting against the floor-to-ceiling window of his room, the glass foggy as you press your cheek against it to look at Bruce over your shoulder, whimpering when he pulls out of you, his hand pulling the cheek of your ass taut to watch his cum drip out of your pussy, your eyes catch sight of your ripped tights, your pussy and most of your ass free from the material in a perfect circle. You swallow down your whimper when he shoves two fingers inside your puffy cunt, pushing his cum back inside you, “You lied,” you somehow manage to utter.

Bruce's eyes snap up to yours, his eyebrows furrowing momentarily, sweat dripping down his temple, but then he notices. Sees where you're looking. His eyes glint devilishly, and he gives you the most shit eating grin you've ever seen, “Guess I did.”

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[strang3lov3]

Clean

Joel makes a mess on you, then keeps you in the bathtub until the water goes cold. (3k)

Tags - dark!joel, one shot, smut, fingering, come shot, manspreading, masturbation, overstimulation, forced orgasms, dubconnnnnn, daddy kink, innocence kink, inexperienced reader, biiiig girthy yet unspecified age gap, weird feelings and some good ol' fashioned shame, hitting, Joel is fatherly in a hot and disgusting way, calls himself 'your old man', gratuitous use of the nickname 'kiddo'. Say the affirmation with me: The ickier it is, the harder I nut.#bushnation, MORE DEPECHE MODE REFERENCES. TRY AND STOP ME. Like car sex, I write bathtub sex uniquely in that I’m not bound by bullshit ass physics or logic so yes, both people fit in the tub and everything is fine. Reader is bathed by Joel, her hair is washed and finger-combed by him too, but length and texture are not described. This was a decroded fic for me to make i can't lie Fic help - @endlessthxxghts, thank you for always seeing my disgusting visions and giving me your eyeballs A/N - thank you for all the birthday wishes, dear friends in my phone! I celebrated with you all last year when I was writing Mall Rats and it’s special that a lot of you are still with me today, but some I have new friends too ❤️ I love you. Having readers like you in my corner all this time has been beyond special and so rewarding and I hope you know I mean it when I say that I love you.

You’re washing the dishes tonight, your least favorite of the chores Joel makes you do. You prefer doing laundry or plucking the weeds with him, because he lets you collect flowers and put them in vases. He even taught you how to press them between heavy books, and how to frame them nicely. 

Joel calls your name from upstairs. You quickly wash and dry your hands, then scurry up the steps. His door is closed almost all of the way, just a small sliver of light peeks from his room into the dark hallway. “Joel?”

“In here, sweetheart. Need ya for somethin’.” 

You push open the door the rest of the way, and Joel’s naked and sitting upright on the edge of his bed, cock in hand with his bare thighs spread wide. He’s grunting as he squeezes the base, the tip all flushed and swollen. “C’mere. Switch me spots.” 

You don’t yet obey his order. You’ve seen Joel’s cock before, seen him masturbate before, too. Despite that, it still makes you feel nervous to see him and be with him like this. It gives you that icky feeling in your gut and makes you breathe funny. 

“C’mon. You know it ain’t gonna bite ya, kiddo.” Joel stands up  and pats the spot on the bed. “Sit,” he says, his tone sharper than before. “Need somethin’ pretty to come on.”

 Joel doesn’t like repeating himself. You won’t make him ask a third time. 

You sit on the bed, the covers warmed and slightly damp by Joel’s body heat don’t comfort you. He stands in front of you, rock-hard cock bouncing in his loose grip. “Why don’t you give me a hand this time,” he says, reaching for your wrist. He pulls it up to waist level, then wraps your palm around his member, closing your fingers tightly. “Ohhh, fuck,” Joel groans from deep in his chest. Loudly, he breathes in and out through his nose as he twists your hand up and down his shaft. “Jus’ like this. That’s a good girl.” 

This is, however, the first time you’ve ever felt his cock. All of your firsts with Joel have never gone the way you thought they would. The first time he saw you naked, touched you, or that you saw him - it was all surreal and rather abrupt. Joel tells you things like this are always a little new and funny at first. 

His cock feels heavy in your palm. You think about the things you like about it - the warmth, all of his veins and ridges, how smooth and soft the head is. But it’s a little sticky, too, which is unexpected to you. 

“Alright, alright. S’enough,” Joel says, pulling your hand away. “Lift up your shirt.”

You lift your shirt, pushing it up your torso until it’s bunched just beneath your breasts. “Nuh-uh. Like this,” Joel murmurs, pushing the garment up above your chest, exposing yourself entirely to him. He rubs his thumb in circles over both of your nipples so that they pebble under his touch, then gropes and squeezes your flesh. “Lie back,” Joel says, pushing you down on the bed. “Attagirl.”

You watch as Joel pumps his cock above you, the end of his fist slapping against his softened belly repeatedly. He breathes heavily, and his dark eyes are wild like an animal as his gaze is fixed on your naked form. Joel breathes quicker as he approaches his release, grunting a slew of swears he doesn’t allow you to say. “Fuck, goddamn. Oh, goddamn,” he hisses as ropes of his hot come spurt onto your body. He covers you like a canvas; his favorite painting, and for his eyes only. 

Joel collects a bit of his spend up with his first two fingers. “Give it a taste,” he says. “Want you to try it.”

You open your mouth, and Joel pushes his calloused digits inside, painting your tongue with his come. “Suck,” he says, and you do. You furrow your brows at the salty, bitter flavor, how it tastes dissimilar from its scent. “Don’t like it?”

You shake your head. “I don’t think so.”

Joel chuckles, cupping your jaw and rubbing his thumb along your cheekbone. “S’okay. Y’don’t have to.” Joel yawns then, patting your cheek gently with his weathered hand. “C’mon, kiddo. Bath time. Daddy made a mess a’ ya, didn’t he?”

Joel walks you to the bathroom with him, holding your hand the whole time. He puts the little rubber stopper in the drain of the bathtub, then turns the water on. “Warmer, pl-”

“Don’t need a reminder, sweetheart. Know you like it hot. Daddy won’t let you freeze.”

“And bubbles.”

“I know, baby girl. I won’t forget your bubbles.”

As the bathtub fills, Joel opens the oak cabinet under the sink and pulls out the old bottle of bubble bath, the one he’s been refilling just for you. He pours a capful under the water, bubbles immediately building. It smells mostly of nothing, but a bit of that original bubblegum scent remains. Your image reflected in the mirror begins to blur as steam fills the bathroom, and when the tub is full, Joel shuts off the water. He helps you undress and then gets in the tub first, carefully lowering himself until he’s sat with his back against the wall. “Jesus, s’hot. Gonna turn us both into soup,” Joel laughs. You smile shyly. 

 He spreads his legs, then outstretches his arm to you. “C’mon. Hop in.” You take Joel’s hand, squeezing it while wobbling a little on your one foot as you step into the bath. “I gotcha, kiddo,” he says. 

The water is warm on your feet, nearly burning you but you enjoy the tingle. Joel helps you down, lowering you until you’re submerged in the water, your back against his warm chest, his thick package pressing against your ass. 

Joel fills an old, plastic measuring cup with the soapy bath water and brings a hand to your chin, tilting your head back so he can rinse your hair. The hot water feels soothing on your scalp, and Joel repeats the action until your hair is soaked all the way through and dripping down your back. 

You giggle at the noise the bottle of shampoo makes when Joel squirts a bit into his hand. He lathers it between his palms, then scrubs your scalp. “Eyes closed, kiddo. Don’t wanna hurt ya,” he whispers. 

Your eyes flutter shut as Joel works the soap into your hair, scrubbing your scalp all over. He alternates between scratching you gently with his dull nails, to massaging you with the tips of his fingers. He uses his thumbs to rub the base of your skull in circles, the other four fingers of each hand drawing lines up and down and all over. Once Joel’s built a thick lather, he uses the same plastic cup to rinse out the shampoo.  

He conditions your hair next, working the cream into the strands. He uses his fingers to loosely detangle, “Ow, daddy,” you complain as he tugs on a knot. 

“I know, I know. M’sorry, baby girl.” Joel presses a kiss to your forehead. “Was an’ accident. M’tryin’ to be gentle.” He rinses out the conditioner next, “Grab me that bar of soap, will ya?” he asks. 

“Mhm.” You lean forward and reach for the orangish, rectangular bar of soap in front of you on the shower niche, then grab it and hold it over your shoulder. 

Joel takes the soap, “Thank ya kindly, darlin’.”  He dips it in the soapy bathwater before lathering it between his palms that are already beginning to prune. Gently, he pushes you forward to scrub your back and your neck, then pulls you right back into himself. “Gimme an arm,” he says, a slight rasp in his voice. You raise your arm for him and he washes you with the lather, “An’ the other,” Joel adds, now washing your other arm, massaging you with his strong hands. “Here-” Joel taps your shoulder with the soap. “Your daddy’s gettin’ old,” he grumbles. “Can’t bend like he used to. Wash your legs f’me, sweetheart.” 

“Okay,” you murmur, taking the soap back from him. You lather the soap just like Joel did, then wash your legs one at a time, bending them at the knees. When done, Joel reaches over you to take the soap back. He pulls you back against his soft middle and puts his soapy hands on your torso, sliding them up and down your skin, washing off his now dried spend. He groans quietly as he washes your breasts, kneading the flesh there and circling your nipples with his slippery fingers. You feel his cock twitch against you. 

Joel washes down, down your stomach. “Spread ‘em,” he says, and you part your legs wider. Your stomach jumps when his hands rub past your pubic hair and he washes your folds, that soft, private place between your thighs. You whimper when his thumb catches your clit. 

“That feel nice, kiddo?”

Your breath hitches in your throat as you search for an answer. 

“I-”

“You can tell your old man. I know it does,” Joel coos, rubbing his thumb left and right over your clit. You lean your head back and turn your head to the side, burying yourself in his bicep as you whine. “You don’t take much at all, do ya, sweetheart?”

Joel’s made you come before. It’s one of the first things he did when he brought you home, actually. But you amaze him every time, how quickly and easily you fall apart on his fingertips. He thinks about tasting you for the first time, how sweet you’ll be on his tongue. Or his cock, down your throat or between your thighs and splitting you in two. God, you’ve so much to learn, and Joel gets to walk you through it all. His favorite innocence. 

Joel adjusts you both so that you’re sitting more upright and he can reach around you with both hands. “Rest on me,” he says, pressing the side of your head against his so that his scruff is tickling you, but not scratching you. It’s too long for that.

 Joel peers over your shoulder to watch what he’s doing, and to watch how you react. Your soft tummy rising and falling with big breaths, thighs twitching. Joel circles your clit with his middle and ring fingers, patiently working you up. “How’s that feelin’?” he asks, “Can you tell daddy?”

“Mm,” you hum, “Yeah…”

Joel chuckles, dragging the tip of his aquiline nose along the side of your face. “Use your words, baby girl,” he instructs. “Good girls use their words, hm?”

“Feels g- feels good,” you whimper, voice breaking as Joel works you. He rubs your clit faster now, and you’re rocking against his palm, splashing the water a little. 

Joel brings his other hand to your core and lines two fingers up with your entrance, slowly pushing in while he massages your clit. You wince in pain, squeezing his bicep as he pushes them in further. 

Joel hums in sympathy. Being in the bath means you’re not a slick, slippery mess like usual. “Know it hurts, kiddo, but you gotta get used to it.” Joel’s fingers are all the way inside you now, and he pulls them back out. “You’ll get used to it,” he drawls, now pumping those fingers in and out of you, slowly. “You’re bein’ so brave for me, baby girl.” 

The ache of Joel’s fingers stretching you out dissipates eventually, and he changes the action - instead of drawing his fingers in and out of your cunt, he curls them repeatedly inside of you - Joel knows you love when he does this to you. 

You moan freely, relishing in the pleasure. Joel’s right, he’s always right. You’re used to him now, and he feels so good. Swirling his fingers around your clit, stroking that sweet spot inside you with the other hand - it takes no more than five minutes until your breathing turns ragged and you feel that hot, sticky feeling in your gut, the one that feels both bad and good all at the same time. 

“Ask for it,” Joel mumbles, reminding you of your manners as he senses how close you are. “Be polite.”

“Please,” you say, “Can I come?”

“‘Course you can, sweetheart. Of course.”

The orgasm washes over you quickly. You come with a symphony of breathy moans, saccharine in nature. Joel’s never heard anything like it, and he’s grateful he has enough of his hearing left to be able to. 

With his weathered, wrinkled fingers, Joel fucks you through your climax until the last of it courses through you. You come down, but Joel doesn’t stop touching you. 

Maybe he thinks it’s not yet over. Joel keeps doing those same tight circles on your clit, and you start to squirm. “Joel–” you wrap your hands around his forearm and attempt to move him, but his strength is far too great for your efforts to mean anything at all.  

“Sit still. You’re givin’ me another one.” 

Joel keeps your back pinned tightly against his hairy chest, your legs spread wide with his hand in between them, patiently swirling his middle and ring fingers around your swollen and over-sensitive clit. Your hips are starting to ache and the sensation of Joel pleasuring you has turned uncomfortable, downright painful. 

“I wanna be done, Joel. I can’t do another one,” you whimper, voice shaking as tears well up in your eyes. There’s nowhere to run, and you know you just have to take it. “I can’t.”

“Yes, you can,” he whispers soothingly, his ministrations on your pussy unfaltering. Joel’s holding you back. You’re not supposed to tell him no. “Know you can.”

His words serve more to frustrate you than encourage you. “I. Can’t,” you huff as you try to pull away from him and close your legs shut in the now lukewarm and soapy water, but Joel keeps you in position in his vice grip. 

“Knock it off,” he growls. Joel has to hide his amusement. You’re quick to anger, just like he is. Just like your daddy. “Jus’ relax.”

You’re close, and whether you realize it or not, Joel does. Your twitching legs, the way you’re breathing. Release is right around the corner if you’d just calm yourself down. Poor thing. You always did struggle with regulating yourself.

“Get - I told you-“ you interrupt yourself to groan, “You’re not listening to me, daddy. I said I c-can’t fucking—” you don’t finish the sentence and instead seethe in frustration, jerking and splashing bath water onto the floor. “F-”

Joel slaps your cheek, hard. “Easy,” he scolds, “I didn’t raise you to speak to me like that.” Joel his nose against the side of your head and bites your ear, the way a dog does with a pup. A warning. “An’ I don’t have to listen to you. You listen to me,” he adds. “Adjust the fuckin’ attitude and try it again before you piss me off.”

Your voice cracks as you whimper Joel’s name, a sob then escaping your chest. Your cheek stings and tingles, like you never stopped feeling the impact of Joel’s hand meeting your skin. 

“Don’t start cryin’, just breathe. Breathe. Go slow,” Joel instructs, pleased when you inhale steadily. On your exhale, Joel whispers, “You need me to talk you through it?”

You nod against him, sniffling. “Then I’ll talk you through it. Focus on my voice, focus right here, kiddo,” he tells you. “Relax, just a minute. Calm yourself.”

You rest against Joel, and he pauses his ministrations on your clit. “I can’t do it again, Joel,” you plead. “I don’t think I can.” 

“I know what you think. It don’t matter, ‘cause it ain’t up to you, sweetheart. We’re tryin’ it again.” 

Joel restarts, circling and massaging your clit with that same pressure from before. And just like before, it’s uncomfortable. It hurts, and you don’t like it. 

“Lean into it, sweetheart. Let it ride.” 

Frustrated, you shake your head. “Daddy–”

“You need to let it happen. Got all night, sweetheart. Water’s gettin’ cold.” 

“Joel.” Your voice cracks.

Joel ignores you. He pumps his fingers, focusing specifically on your g-spot as he knows how sensitive you are there. Your protests begin to quiet, replaced by soft noises of pleasure. “There it is,” Joel purrs. “Make those pretty noises for me. You’re doin’ good.” 

Pleasure begins to build, just like Joel said it would. It almost makes you mad, mad that he’s right. Always right. Mad that Joel knows your body like the back of his hand, better than you do. The stubborn part of you wants to stave off release, but a bigger part of you doesn’t wanna fight Joel on this. You don’t like to fight with him anyway. You always lose. So, you allow yourself to bask in the pleasure Joel knew you’d feel.

“You gonna come one more time? You gonna come on daddy’s fingers?”

“Yeah,” you nod. Your eyes squeeze shut as the feeling builds, almost exponentially. Your gasps and moans halt and there it is - Joel’s pulled another orgasm from your body. More powerful than before, the feeling washes over you like the tide, waves of warmth and electricity flowing over your body with each movement of Joel’s fingers. “Yeah, attagirl,” he breathes. “Manners, sweetheart. What do you say?” 

“Thank you,” you whisper, out of breath. 

Joel rinses you with the water as you come down from your second orgasm of the evening. He taps you twice on the hip, “Up,” he says, and you stand up on shaky legs. 

Joel reaches for an old, floral-patterned towel and dries himself off first, then wraps it around his waist, thick belly bulging over the edge of the fabric. He grabs another towel for you next, drying your legs and arms one at a time before wrapping the towel snugly around your shoulders. 

“You finish those dishes?” Joel asks, pulling the drain stopper out of the tub. 

“Not all of them,” you answer. “I’m sorry.” 

“Nah, don’t you worry ‘bout it. I’ll do the rest, hm?” 

You wear a small smile, “Okay.”

“An’ I was thinkin’ that I could make us popcorn, like you like. Put on a movie. One of those girly ones I picked out for you, huh?”

Your smile grows. “Yeah,” you answer. 

Joel smiles too. “Good. Let’s get you dressed, then.” 

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More dark!joel

[plotwholls]

She’s from Glee, and (take this from someone who’s usually pretty neutral to characters and has to go through the media a second time because the first time I usually watch to numb my brain, not to think, and has only watched Glee once) she’s kind of just… the worst…? She’s very…………… entitled.

Round 2C

[yanderenightmare]

Gojo Satoru

TW: ish-bullying, loser reader, popular gojo and geto, player gojo, mean-ish gojo

fem reader

Satoru didn’t get it at first.

You weren’t the typical bombshell he’d usually go for. To the naked eye, you were just any other girl he’d pass on the street, with neither a face nor a body worth doing a double take. You were average, perhaps a little above at best, but nothing sensational. Your wardrobe was drab, and so was your makeup—if you wore any—he couldn’t really tell—maybe chapstick with a dull tint and some mascara, but nothing flashy. No one would envy him if he had you on his arm—or in his bed. In fact, you were so invisible that looking at you for too long became an eyesore.

He truly didn’t understand it. Why Suguru’s dour gaze always settled on you. What could it possibly be that he saw in you that his six eyes couldn’t? 

He was desperate to figure it out. When he’d asked his raven-haired friend, he’d only spoken a bunch of nonsense that went straight over his head. And so he’d taken matters into his own hands and gone and gotten himself a good look at you up close. And by look, he means bumping straight into you and making you drop all your books onto the floor—scattered papers and everything. 

You’d landed on your butt with a wince—he’d even snuck a peak at your panties in the fall, and still, he didn’t really get what the hype was about. You were just another run-of-the-mill girl—an utter nobody.

He looks down at you with a disappointed grimace, almost frustrated with how utterly mediocre you are. Fully bored with his findings, he’s about ready to give up, ignore you, and walk away without a word, leaving you there in the puddle of your own dismal banality—almost afraid it would rub off on him like a disease.

He’s very nearly convinced he finds your presence utterly disgusting until your voice slips out and stops him dead in his tracks.

“I’m so sorry—are you okay?”

Sweetly nervous and earnestly apologetic, you call out as if he’d not been the one at fault, as if he hadn’t just committed a plain hit-and-run, as if you weren’t the one on the floor and he wasn’t standing there fully unscathed with his hands down his pockets, staring down at you like you were a filthy thing at a zoo.

You look up at him while singing your sorries—big round eyes full of something he wished he could drink—that’s how suddenly parched he felt—breathless. No, hungry. Starving, actually—as if his inner animal had just found the perfect prey.

This is it, he thinks—that thing Suguru has been admiring all this time, that something that makes the otherwise grim line of his lips softly quirk upward. And oh, it’s such a simple thing, but truly priceless all at the same time—makes him want to eat you up and lick the plate.

“I’m the one who should apologize.” His grimace smoothens into a smile as he crouches down and reaches his hand out to you like a gentleman. He’s never done so before, but it comes naturally now.

His chest swarms with warmth and noise at the pretty blush of your face as you gingerly accept his gesture—bowing your head shyly once he’s helped you back on your feet, nodding so prettily with an ever-sweet and soft-spoken “Thank you—”

He can’t believe he didn’t see it before—you’re absolutely adorable.

You even try insisting he needn’t help you gather your wayward books and belongings, but he just tuts at you—determined to observe you a little while longer as he tells you it’s no big deal, it's the least he could do after being reckless and walking right into you. 

He carries it all for you to your classroom, where you once again bow your head and sing his praises. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think you were trying to get rid of him with the way you apologize for taking up his time. How cute—he’s making you really nervous, isn’t he? Of course, he is—you’re a complete mess, unable to look at him for any longer than a second before looking away.

It’s funny. To think he’d been dining with his own kind for so long—all sharp-tongued vixen with claws curling themselves into him, each sinking their teeth in for a piece—when he could have instead been feasting on you.

♡ GOJO SATORU masterlist ♡ JUJUTSU KAISEN masterlist

[liz-on-leash]

Stepfather's Slut

NewJeans Danielle × Male Reader

[Commissioned]

Noncon, Blackmail, Slut Shaming, Fingering, Squirting, Throat Fuck, Cum In Mouth, Vaginal Sex, Quick Anal, Cum In Ass

3,110 Words

You stumble home, bone-tired after a long day, only to find your stepdaughter, Danielle, in a whole new light. As you pass her room, the sight before you makes you freeze mid-step. The door's ajar, and there she is, your sweet, innocent-looking girl, riding her pillow like it's the dick of her dreams.

Danielle's petite frame is on full display, her slim body glistening with a light sheen of sweat. The nightdress she wears is hiked up, and bunched around her tiny waist, revealing her long, slender legs and smooth, pale skin. 

Her small hands are busy, pinching and rolling her pert nipples, making those little tits dance. She's a fucking vision, and you can't tear your eyes away.

"Ohh... yes..." She's whispering to herself, her voice hoarse with desire. "Fuck me... harder..."

You watch, transfixed, as her hips grind in a slow, sensual rhythm. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, and she's moaning softly, each sound a sweet melody of pleasure. You can see her pussy, glistening and swollen, lips parted as if inviting you in.

Your cock twitches in your pants, hardening at the sight. You feel a mix of surprise and arousal. Danielle, the well-mannered girl you thought you knew, is a secret vixen, a private pleasure seeker.

As you stand there, your mind races with thoughts of what to do next. Should you announce your presence? Or watch this private moment play out? The decision is made for you as Danielle's pleasure peaks.

"Oh fuck... I'm... cumming!" She cries out, her voice a mix of surprise and ecstasy.

Her body convulses, her back arching as she presses her face into the pillow, muffling her screams. You can see her pussy juices gushing out, soaking the bed sheets. It's a sight that pushes you over the edge, your cock throbbing.

Damn, Danielle's a squirter, a secret slut just waiting to be unleashed. You realize she needs a real cock, a hard lesson in pleasure and pain. And you're just the guy to give it to her.

You're a man on a mission, determined to get what you want from your stepdaughter, Danielle. After that eye-opening night, you knew you had to make your move, but you needed to play this smart. So, you start by setting the stage, ensuring her obedience.

The next morning, Danielle greets you with her usual polite demeanor, all smiles and sunshine. "Good morning, Father," she says, her voice cheerful. "Did you sleep well?"

You offer to make her breakfast, but the little tease declines, claiming she's running late for college. As you watch her leave, you imagine those long legs strutting down the hallway and that tight ass swaying under her short skirt.

Once she's out the door, you get to work. You've got all the time to set up the trap that will ensure she's yours for the taking. You place the tiny camera, no bigger than a button, inside the flower vase on her study desk. It's the perfect spot, giving you a front-row view of her bed.

At work, your mind keeps wandering back to Danielle. The memory of her humping that pillow haunts you, and now you've got a new vision to fuel your fantasies—her slender fingers working her tight pussy.

When you get home late, you're eager to check her room, but the door is closed tonight. You decide to bide your time, knowing the camera is there, capturing all the action.

The following day, you retrieve the camera, your heart racing with anticipation. You lock yourself in your office and play the footage. There she is, your sweet Danielle, but this time she's on all fours, naked as the day she was born.

"Oh God yes... right there..." she pants, her voice breathy and raw.

She's fingering her pussy, but it's the direct view of her ass that captures your attention. That tight tiny hole, clenching and unclenching, is begging to be filled. You can see her asshole, puckered and inviting, and you know you're gonna stretch both her holes wide open.

You smirk, knowing the time for waiting is over. Danielle's gonna get a real man's cock, and she's gonna love every second of it.

You're feeling a buzz of power as you set the trap, ready to spring it on your unsuspecting stepdaughter. It's the next morning, and you've got Danielle right where you want her. You call her into your office, a place she's always felt safe and secure.

"Hey, sweetie," you say, feigning innocence. "Got a minute? I need some help with something."

Danielle, ever the dutiful girl, enters with a smile, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. "Sure, Father. What's up?"

You gesture to the laptop on your desk. "I need you to help me with something personal."

As she steps closer, you hit play. On the screen, there she is, naked and writhing, her fingers working her pussy. Her eyes go wide, and the blood drains from her face.

"W-what...?" she stammers.

You let the video play, her cries of pleasure filling the room. "You're a slut, Danielle. And now you're gonna do as I say."

Tears well up in her eyes. "Wh-why do you have this? Why are you doing this to me?"

You lean back, relishing the power you hold over her. "It doesn't matter how I got it. What matters is that I do. And if you don't wanna be the talk of your college, or have your mom find out, you'll do as I say."

She's shaking now, her perfect little body trembling. "B-but why? You're like a father to me."

You stand, walk around the desk, and tower over her. "Exactly. And fathers discipline their daughters. Now, I want you to strip. I'm gonna film it, so there's no going back."

Her mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. She knows resistance is futile. With trembling hands, she begins to undress, her eyes never leaving yours. You've got her now, and the real fun is about to begin.

The power dynamic has shifted, and you're reveling in it. Danielle stands before you, a picture of vulnerability, her shirt halfway unbuttoned, tears streaming down her face.

"Faster, slut," you growl, your voice low and commanding. "Or do you want me to rip it off?"

"N-no, please, father," she whimpers, her hands shaking around the collar of her shirt as she hastens to obey. "D-don't do this. I'm scared, p-please…"

You're not having any of it. You step forward, grabbing her by the throat, and cutting off her air supply. "Call me Father again, and I'll make you regret it. You're my little slut now, and sluts need a Daddy to teach 'em right."

Her eyes bulge, pleading for release. You loosen your grip slightly, enough for her to gasp. "I-I understand, D-Daddy," she chokes out.

Satisfied, you release her, only to grab her shirt and rip it open, buttons flying. You shove her towards the couch, her bare breasts bouncing with the force.

"Now, play with yourself, just like in the video," you command, your voice laced with anticipation. "But remember, cum without permission, and I'll make you famous. Every guy at your college will know you as the campus slut."

Danielle collapses onto the couch, her sobs muffled as she buries her face in her hands. But you're not having any of her resistance.

"Spread those legs, Danielle," you order, your voice cold. "Let Daddy see that pretty pussy. Finger yourself, nice and slow."

She hesitates, but only for a moment. Her hands move to her thighs, pushing them apart, revealing her glistening slit. Her fingers tremble as she touches herself, her body betraying her, responding to your commands.

You watch, your cock throbbing with anticipation. This is just the beginning, and you can't wait to see her break.

You're a man on a mission, and that mission is to break your stepdaughter's spirit and make her your obedient little slut. With a swift motion, you rip the black skirt from her legs, leaving her completely exposed, her nakedness a testament to your power over her.

"What's the hold-up, slut?" you demand, your voice dripping with disdain. "I thought you loved getting off. Show Daddy what you got."

Danielle's hands, trembling, move to her pussy, her fingers sliding into her slit with practiced ease. She knows what she's doing, and it's fucking hot. You watch as she works herself, her eyes closed, biting her lip to stifle the moans you know are bubbling up inside her.

You're not having any of that silent shit. You slap her thigh, leaving a red imprint. "Moan for Daddy, you little bitch. Let me hear how much you love it."

Your words cut deep, and her sobs turn to whimpers, then to moans. "Ohh... D-Daddy..." she pants, her fingers moving faster, her pussy clenching around them.

"That's it, you filthy whore," you goad her on. "You're nothing but a cock-hungry slut, aren't you? Bet you wish you had a real dick inside you right now."

Your insults are like fuel on a fire, and her movements become frantic. Her pussy is glistening, her fingers plunging in and out, the wet sounds filling the room.

"Don't you dare cum," you warn her. "But if you stop, there'll be hell to pay."

She's at the edge, her body betraying her. "Can't... hold back... D-Daddy, please... let me cum!" she begs, her voice hoarse.

Her toes curl, her stomach tightens, and her fingers move in a blur. She's trying so hard not to cross that line, but her body is desperate for release.

"Please... Daddy..." she cries, her voice breaking. "I'm gonna cum... I can't... oh God..."

Her cries fill the room, a mix of pleasure and desperation. You grab her ankle, pushing her leg up, exposing her even more, her fingers now a blur between her legs. Her juices are flowing, dripping down to her asshole, glistening in the light.

Danielle's body is a live wire, every nerve ending screaming for release. She's trying to hold back, but her fingers have a mind of their own, working her pussy with increasing urgency. You watch, your cock throbbing as she teeters on the edge of orgasm.

"You're a mess, slut," you taunt her. "Can't even fucking control yourself. Do you want to cum so bad?"

Her moans turn to whimpers as she fights the rising tide of pleasure. Her free hand cups her breast, squeezing and pinching the nipple, adding to the building pressure.

"N-no, hnn, I... can't..." she pants, her hips bucking against her will.

You know she's close, and you want to push her over the edge. "Go on, you little bitch. Cum for Daddy. Show me how much you get off with I'm watching you."

Your words are like a trigger. Her back arches, her fingers working her clit in frantic circles. "Ohhh! fuck, no— I'm... cumming!" she screams, her body convulsing.

She's a sight to behold, her pussy clenching and releasing in waves as she squirts, her juices soaking the couch. But her defiance won't go unpunished.

"Stupid whore," you growl, placing the camera aside. "Cumming without permission, huh? That's gonna cost you."

You step out of your pants, your hard cock springing free. Danielle, still riding the waves of her orgasm, looks up at you with wide eyes as you straddle her face.

"Open wide, slut," you command, grabbing her hair and guiding your thick shaft towards her mouth.

She tries to resist, but you're relentless, pushing past her lips, filling her mouth and throat. Her eyes widen in surprise and fear as you start to fuck her face.

"You're going to drink my cum, understand?" you grunt, each word punctuated by a thrust. "From now on, you swallow, because you've been a bad girl."

You grip her head, holding her in place as you slide in and out, her throat constricting around your cock. She gags, her eyes watering, but you don't let up, using her mouth as your personal pleasure hole.

You groan, your balls are tightening. "This is your punishment for being such a slut."

You're face-fucking her with abandon, your thick cock sliding in and out of her throat, making her gag and choke. Her eyes roll back, tears mixing with saliva as she drools and gags, her body writhing beneath you.

Danielle's pussy is still pulsing from her orgasm, her juices flowing, but you're relentless. You thrust deep, over and over, your balls slapping against her chin. "Admit that you love my cock down your throat. Can't get enough, can you?" you grunt.

Her eyes are wild, her body trembling but despite the pain, she's responding, her pussy clenching and releasing around nothing, seeking the cock that's currently stretching her throat.

“That's right, you're a desperate little bitch," you taunt her. "Love getting treated like the whore you are.”

Your words are like a knife, cutting deep as you pound her face. Her body betrays her, another orgasm building, her pussy clenching and releasing around thin air. She whimpers, her voice muffled by your shaft.

You feel your balls tighten, and with a few hard, deep thrusts, you explode, filling her throat with your hot cum. She chokes, trying to swallow, but it's too much, some of it is leaking from the corners of her mouth.

You pull out, your cock glistening, and she coughs, gasping for air. But you're not done. You grab her by the hair, pulling her up and turning her around.

"On your knees, slut," you order, your voice harsh. She's weak, her legs trembling, but she obeys, presenting her ass to you. 

You rub your cock between her cheeks, relishing her softness. "Please... no more... I can't..." she begs, her voice breaking. "I need a break..."

You slap her ass, hard, making her cry out in pain. "Sluts don't get breaks, they do as they're told."

"But I'm your stepdaughter..." she pleads, her voice breaking. "Please, have mercy..."

You grin, cruel and predatory. "We'll see how much you can take then I will consider letting you rest for a bit "

With that, you line up and impale her tight, wet pussy with one stroke. She screams, her nails digging into the couch, her body bowing under the force of your penetration. “No! Oh, God, hnn! Please, ahhh! Stop, uhhh..."

You've got Danielle right where you want her, impaled on your cock, her body a vessel for your pleasure. You hold still, your thick shaft buried deep within her, stretching her to the limit.

"Feels good, huh, slut?" you whisper, your breath hot against her ear. "You're better than your mom, that's for sure. You're gonna get fucked by this every day, so you better get used to it."

She shakes her head frantically, her long hair flying. "N-no... too big... too deep... it hurts!" she screams, her voice raw. "It's... inside my stomach..."

You tighten your grip on her slim waist, pulling back until your cockhead is almost out, then slam back into her, claiming her again and again. Her pussy is a hot, wet glove, gripping and massaging your shaft with each thrust.

"You love it," you grunt, each word punctuated by a hard pump of your hips. "So wet for me, can't deny it."

Her cries are music to your ears, her body a canvas for your pleasure. You pound into her, relentlessly, your balls slapping against her clit with each thrust.

"N-no— ahh! D-Daddy..." she moans, her voice breaking. "It's... too much... I'm cumming..."

Her sobs turn to moans, her body betraying her as pleasure overtakes the pain. You feel her pussy clench around your cock, milking you as she rides out her orgasm.

You chuckle, pulling her head back by her hair. "Admit it, you're a slut for Daddy's cock. It feels good stretching that tight little cunt, right?"

She's lost in a haze of pleasure, her eyes unfocused. "Y-yes... Daddy..." she pants. "It feels... so good... can't stop cumming..."

You grin satisfied, your teeth flashing in the light. "That's right, you are my whore. My cock owns that pussy now."

You quicken your pace, your balls drawing up tight. You yank her sweaty hair hard, pulling her onto your cock, her ass slamming against your thighs. The room fills with the sounds of rapid flesh slapping, her moans, and your sharp grunts.

"You're gonna be bred, slut," you stated as a matter of factly. “I'm going to flood that pussy with my seed, make you carry my baby. How about that?”

Her eyes go wide, panic flashing across her face. "N-no... my mom... she'll know..."

You smirk, leaning in close. "So what if she does? You worried I won't fuck you anymore?"

She shakes her head, her long hair sticking to her sweat-slicked body. "Yes, Daddy, I want your cock... all the time... I want your cum… every day…”

Her words are music to your ears, the perfect response from your obedient little slut. "That's my girl," you purr, your hand sliding forward to grip her throat lightly. "Always hungry for Daddy's cock.”

As if on cue, her body shudders, her pussy clenching around your shaft. "Cumming... again..." she mumbles.

You grin, a predator about to strike. "Well, if you don't want my baby, I guess I'll have to breed that tight ass instead."

Before she can process your words, you flip her onto her stomach, spreading her legs and ass cheeks wide. Her asshole, tight and puckered, is a tempting target.

"N-no, Daddy, not there, p-please. It will hurt a lot…" she whimpers.

But you're not listening. You line up and thrust, forcing your cock past the resistance, into the tightest heat you've ever felt.

"AAAAH!" she screams, her body going rigid as you impale her.

You don't give her time to adjust, pumping in and out, claiming her ass with hard, deep strokes. Her cries fill the room, muffled by the couch as you fuck her mercilessly.

"You're mine, slut," you grunt, your balls slapping against her with each thrust. With a few final harder thrusts, you explode, your cock twitching as you flood her bowels with your fresh white semen. 

You collapse on top of her, riding out your orgasm, your cock twitching inside her.

Danielle lies there, half unconscious, her body trembling from the intensity. You pull out, your cock glistening with cum.

You look down at her, your expression triumphant. No way she is going to college like this. She's staying home and you're going to fuck that ass till her mom gets back tomorrow. Need to stretch it out even more.

[yawnderu]

Adoration — Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Content: fluff, pregnant!reader, horrible dad jokes.

Our small talk was quite big to me. You know I love you, yeah? My entire life, I always wanted the most simple things. A cup of tea, a normal family, nice food, to be loved and accepted. To find comfort in someone, for the first time ever.

"Earth to Simon." You say teasingly, a hand being waved slowly near his eyes, as if to see if he was focusing on you. He gives you a questioning look, raising a blonde eyebrow stained with eyeblack.

"Seemed a bit lost there." You give his cheek a kiss and you could swear you felt it heat up right after. He returns it, of course, giving you an overly wet kiss on the cheek that makes you recoil and scrunch up your face in mock disgust, dragging a quiet laugh out of him. The sound is beautiful, something your enamored brain can never fully process no matter how many times you hear it.

"I'm here." He replies, arms wrapping around your waist as he brings you closer to his naked body, one hand now gently holding the back of your head as your cheek touches his chest.

"I'm here." He repeats, voice quieter as he looks down at you. The image of you has always been the lens in which he can see the world with love. Reserved for you— his hand trails down, running down your skin delicately before settling on your tummy. —and the life growing inside of you.

"I've been thinking about retiring." He says it so casually you take a few seconds to process, blinking a few times before looking up at him with a mix of confusion and excitement in your face.

"Really?" He doesn't blame you for not believing it— hell, he doesn't even believe it himself. His whole life has been dedicated to putting his life on the line, what else can he do? He'll find something. Anything.

"Yeah." He confirms, planting a soft kiss on your forehead as his hand keeps gently holding your stomach, hoping he can feel the baby kicking.

"There's too much to lose now that I have my girls with me." And he doesn't wanna take the risk anymore. He wants to grow old with you, and he wants to see his girl grow. Maybe even have a couple more kids later on.

His words are met with a soft peck, your hand gently running through his short, bleached hair.

"Are you sure?" He doesn't even hesitate before nodding, bringing your naked body closer to his, wanting to feel everything he missed out on his whole life.

"Already spoke with the old man. Said he'd support me either way." He chuckled softly, thinking back on his conversation with Price. The man was barely 10 years older than him, yet in a way, he was a father figure for Simon. Someone to look up to, a mentor.

He still remembers the first time you and Simon confirmed you were together, and how Price promised to keep his lips sealed despite fraternization being frowned upon. Price knew it would happen either way, looking at the way Simon's eyes softened when you were introduced to the team. The way he was always next to you, paying special attention to you during missions despite knowing you're part of the 141 because you're a capable soldier. Price would tease him in private about his obvious crush on you and Simon would simply say he's seeing things because of dementia.

"Then I'll retire too." You confirm, and before he can open his mouth to protest, you keep talking.

"I'm not risking our girl growing up without a mother. Can't imagine forcing her to deal with your bad jokes alone." You tease and the corners of his lips tilt up, eyes glistening with... something. You know that look.

"No, don't st—" You try to get up from bed and he gently pulls you closer, the same smug smile on his lips that shows he knows he's about to do something awful.

"What do you call a fish wearing a bowtie?" You groan loudly and try to escape his grasp, a smile tugging at your lips as he holds you even closer, planting a bunch of kisses all over your face while you try your best not to giggle.

"Sofishticated." He says bluntly, looking down at you to see your reaction. You simply look away, trying to have a serious expression yet... his jokes are so bad they're funny. A small giggle escapes you before you're full on laughing, trying to move him away from you so you can escape the never ending nightmare of his dad jokes, his low laugh coming from somewhere behind you while he holds you closer, thinking of more jokes he read online just to tell you. You are the shelter in which I find strength to carry on. Thank you.

[nadvs]

cam girl (part nine)

pairing rafe cameron x female reader

rating explicit 18+

summary you work two jobs. by day, you’re a maid for the cameron household, where rafe degrades you any chance he can get. by night, you’re a cam girl, hiding your face so nobody can recognize you. when you discover your new subscriber, the filthy-mouthed man obsessively paying you to do everything he can think of, is rafe, you’re not sure what to do next.

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You watch Rafe’s naked back as he sits on the edge of your bed, muscles flexing when he pulls something out of his bunched up jeans.

He puts a small box in front of you and anticipation bubbles in your chest.

What kind of kinky shit is it this time?

Your eyes flick up to meet his gaze. He looks so damn hot right now, his skin still glistening from the orgasm you just had on his face, his lids low.

Warmth pools in your stomach when you open the box.

You pick up the transparent, glass butt plug. It has a row of three circular beads, from small to big, on the end of it. You feel tingles of arousal at the thought of the sensation it’ll give you.

You have a feeling Rafe will get you to explore every toy and kink that exists.

“Is there anything you’re not into?” you ask him with amusement.

“Sharing,” Rafe replies. You meet his eyes again.

“So, if I asked you for a threesome…?” you tease.

“Get on your knees,” he says, shaking his head.

“That’s a no,” you laugh. You wouldn’t want to share him, either.

Your knees sink onto your bed, hips in the air and chest on your pillow. You look back, watching Rafe sit up and run his hand over your ass.

“Such a nice fucking ass,” he praises. “You like when I play with it, baby?”

You answer with a nod, pushing back on his hand. His palm smooths down the curve of your cheek. When his finger presses up against your asshole, your breath hitches.

You feel Rafe shift behind you and you lay your forehead down against your pillow, eyes shut in anticipation.

Pressing up against your bed, you can feel the cum he left all over your chest sticking to your sheets.

His finger slowly buries into your asshole and your toes curl. You hear him spit, his hot saliva dripping down your opening.

Rafe starts to slowly work his finger in and out of you. You squeeze your eyes, the pressure so gratifying.

He pulls out, surprising you with the sensation of his hot tongue against you.

“Oh, fuck,” you whisper, bucking forward.

He chuckles, his breath warm, clearly satisfied from your reaction. His tongue flattens and rolls against you, lapping, granting you a sensual pleasure you’ve never felt before. His hands roughly grip your asscheeks, spreading them apart to give him more access of you.

“You like that?” Rafe murmurs, continuing to lick you. “I knew you would.”

You start to roll your hips, already getting painfully turned on after cumming just a few minutes ago.

His tongue is firm and hot and wet against you, and when he pulls back to finger you again, you groan from need, curiosity getting the best of you.

“Put the toy in,” you whisper. “Please?”

“I love how fucking needy you are,” he rasps. The fact that Rafe loves something about you makes you smile into the pillow.

You hear the drawer of your nightstand roll and the sound of a cap being opened. Moments later, he presses the cool, lubed tip of the plug up against you and you bite your lip at the sweet pleasure.

He wraps a reassuring hand around your ankle while he pushes it into your ass, the first bead now inside you.

“You’re taking it so fucking good, princess,” he praises. “I knew you’d love getting your ass filled like this.”

He slowly pushes the second bead into you, the sensation of being stretched open then closed again making your pussy clench with need.

“That’s two, baby,” Rafe tells you. “You like how it feels?”

“I fucking love it,” you moan.

“You gonna use this toy for me on camera?”

“Yes, baby,” you promise. “Anything you want.”

“You’ll never say no to me, huh?” You can hear the smile in his voice. The third bead, the biggest, starts to push open your asshole, digging into you. Your ass hugs the smooth, wet glass of the toy tightly.

You take a sharp breath in. Rafe squeezes your ankle.

“You can do it,” he says. “This is the last one.”

You feel him shuffle his weight behind you. He slowly digs his cock into your pussy at the same time that he pushes the last of the toy into you.

You let out an uncontrollable moan, the double penetration elating.

“You look so fucking hot like this,” Rafe groans. “Your ass full and your pussy full… fuck.”

“It feels so good,” you groan, the desperation in your own voice surprising you.

Rafe’s hands settle on your hips, fingers pressing down hard. Your asshole clenches around the toy while your pussy swallows his cock and you don’t think this moment could get any better.

“Put that toy on your clit,” he orders you. A thrill rushes through you. You lift your head to find the rose toy close by and turn it on, sinking your cheek back into your pillow while you hold it against your clit.

The combination of his cock in your pussy, the plug in your ass, the toy sucking your clit is almost too much pleasure, making your head spin.

Your muscles tense and your blood runs hot as he starts to rock in and out of you. His thrashes quickly build up in intensity, the lewd noises of him panting and pounding into your soaked pussy filling your small bedroom.

You didn’t think you could reach an orgasm again this quickly, but the surge of pleasure racks you, making you twitch under him. The moan that spills out of you is so damn loud, even with the pillow muffling you, that it surprises you.

You drop the toy, your body weakening.

As you come down from the high, you can’t hold yourself up, starting to go limp, but Rafe’s hands on your hips keep you steady and propped up, continuing to pound into you.

“Stay up,” he mutters. “I’m not fucking done with you.”

Your thighs are burning in pain, but you obey and let him use you for as long as he needs to. He’s lost his rhythm, his thrusts getting sloppier, until he finally comes inside you with a tumble of breathy, dragged fuck’s rolling out of his mouth.

He finally releases you and you fall to your side, feeling him slip out of you, his cum dribbling out of your pussy.

“Shit,” you hear Rafe say in pleasure. You don’t even have the strength to look up at him. Your body is numb from elation as you clutch your pillow for a feeling of stability.

You don’t know how you’ll get up. You don’t even know your own name.

“You wanna keep this in?” Rafe says behind you.

“Huh?” you breathe.

“Damn, baby,” he laughs. “You’re fucked out.”

“Yeah,” you whisper, your eyelids fluttering. You feel him slowly pull the plug out of you, making your back arch. Consciousness floats away from you and you fall into a deep sleep.

You wake up under your covers, lying on your side, your skin feeling sticky and damp.

You shuffle onto your back, elbow nudging against Rafe’s firm body. You see him sitting up using his phone, wearing just his boxers, leaning against your bed frame.

“You’re here,” you say, surprised he stayed. He looks down at you, his smirk inciting a flurry of butterflies in your stomach.

“Had to make sure I didn’t kill you,” he says. You cover your eyes with your hands and laugh.

“That was fucking crazy,” you say, nudging him playfully. You realize his skin is wet, water droplets scattered across his muscular chest. “Did you shower?”

“Yeah.”

“Who said you could use my shower?” you joke.

“Huh,” he mutters. “You let me fuck you any way I want, but I have to ask to use a shower?”

You can’t help but laugh again.

“How long was I asleep?” you ask.

“Like twenty minutes?”

You find your phone on your nightstand to see it’s almost midnight.

You start to sit up, your muscles sore. You realize that Rafe placed your blanket over you and put a pillow beneath your head. And he stayed.

Your heart twists when you look at him. The dangerous thought that maybe he feels something for you hits you hard.

“You can go home if you want,” you say impulsively. “I’m gonna shower, too.”

He nods and sits up, looking completely unaffected. Even though you told him to leave, it hurts that he didn’t insist on staying the night. Fuck. This is getting messy.

He leaves and you try not to think about him while you shower. You fall asleep in his t-shirt.

The next day, you’re in your second class, dreading the quiz you have tomorrow, when a text buzzes on your phone.

Rafe: hey

You reply: hey

Rafe: send a nude

You try not to laugh and reply: i’m in class. u can wait til tonight

Rafe: what if i cant

You: then you have a problem

Rafe: ok i have a problem. now what

You smile to yourself.

You: my contact pic on ur phone is a nude. and u have videos. work with what u have

Rafe: what are u wearing

You: are u trying to sext with me right now

Rafe: yeah. dont act like you dont want it

You have to admit to yourself that he’s got you there.

Rafe: i just came back from the gym

A photo comes in and you lower your phone so nobody around you can see.

He’s standing in front of his bedroom mirror, the same mirror you’ve cleaned so many times, the image making your stomach twist with desire.

Rafe’s phone is below his face, showing the planes of his muscled chest, the valleys of his abs prominent. The large bulge under his shorts is so hot that you want to skip the rest of your classes and invite him to your place to fuck you for hours.

He knows he looks good.

You decide to mess with him a bit.

You: going to the gym makes u hard?

Rafe: dont fuck around. u know u make me hard

You have to squeeze your legs together. You decide to spill exactly what you’re thinking, recalling a day from a few weeks ago.

You: one time you came home from the gym while i was working and you looked so good that i almost jumped you

Rafe: u shouldve

Rafe: i want u to jump me every day

You: oh i know. how many times have we fucked at this point?

Rafe: lost count

You: me too

Rafe: did you like that toy up your ass last night

You: so much that i fucking passed out, rafe. btw im running out of drawer space with all the toys you’re buying me

Rafe: find more space

You: because it’s that easy

Rafe: ur such a brat sometimes

You: aw :( i want to be a brat ALL the time

Rafe: how have i not fucked that attitude out of you yet

You: you still havent given up on that?

You type out and send a second text running purely on impulse, unable to control your jealousy and insecurities at this point.

You: you might need to find a nicer girl for yourself

Rafe: noo

You wish you knew which one of your texts he’s answering.

You: no to what?

Rafe: dont need a nicer girl

You feel your cheeks heat up. Is it crazy to think that you’re more to him than just someone he’s fucking?

You: what are you gonna make me do tonight

Rafe: cum

You shake your head to yourself. You realize the professor has gone through quite a few slides at this point and you feel totally lost.

You: deal. stop making me horny. i have to pay attention

When you make it back home, a few of the items Rafe bought you last night sit packaged in front of your door. Being showered in presents is still a foreign feeling and you hate to wonder if Rafe will eventually get bored of spoiling you like this.

At 10 pm, you’re on your bed in just panties, in front of your laptop and thinking about how you have a new one on its way.

figure8 has joined the chat.

figure8: you gave me blue balls

You laugh.

“I can’t send you nudes while I’m in class, Rafe,” you tell him. “Unless you want me to get naked in front of strangers again?

figure8: not funny

figure8 has tipped you $100.

“What was that for?” you ask.

figure8: to remind you that you only get naked for me

You’re smiling so wide that you think he must know the effect he has on you. There’s no way Rafe doesn’t know how charming he is. You bet he’s seen this exact type of smile on lots of other girls.

“What can I do for you tonight, baby?” you ask.

figure8: straddle your pillow

You follow his instructions, bringing your pillow in front of you and getting up on your knees to put it between your legs.

You sink down on the lush material, sighing.

figure8: can u ride it for me?

You plant your hands in front of you, arms squeezing your tits together, as you slowly start to rock. The friction of the pillow and your panties immediately gives you a sense of pleasure, making you softly moan.

figure8: makes ur pussy feel good huh?

“Yes, baby,” you reply.

figure8: keep riding it. dont cum

You tighten your legs around the pillow, a rush spreading across your body. It’s not enough stimulation, but you won’t complain.

You’re waiting for his next instruction, but he’s not typing anything. You bite your lip as you continue to grind, starting to get impatient.

Finally, he sends a message.

figure8: ur gonna ride my thigh like that

The promise thrills you.

figure8 tipped you $1000.

figure8: im taking you out. be ready

figure8 has left the session.

You stop rocking your body immediately. Taking you out?

You’re not sure what to put on, so you settle on a short dress that you never wear and take off your panties. You figure Rafe will like the easy access.

Thankfully, it’s a warmer night so when you finally step out of your building, you’re comfortable.

When you settle in his Range Rover, you notice that his car smells like him. The scent of his cologne and his shampoo dances over your nose.

Rafe’s eyes trail down your body, his big hand curled around the steering wheel. A slow song is playing on his speakers.

“You have to be fucking kidding,” he mutters, jaw tightening.

“What?” you ask with a smile, pulling on your seatbelt. “Is this too slutty?”

“Is it too slutty,” he repeats with a scoff. He puts the car in drive, then puts his hand on your bare thigh. “Goddamn.”

Anticipation burns in you as Rafe drives to the beach and parks in the corner of a desolate lot. He’s quiet, which makes you all the more eager to see what he has planned.

“Get on my lap,” he orders.

You lean over the console to straddle him in the tight quarters. Your ass hits the steering wheel, accidentally honking the horn, startling you.

Rafe laughs in that sweet, innocent way you’ve only heard a few times.

“Don’t laugh at me,” you say, even though you’re giggling.

“I can’t put the seat any further back,” he tells you. Of course he can’t, maxing out the space he can get with his tall frame.

You look down at him, pressing your palms on the sides of his neck. In the darkness of the car, you can still make out his beautiful features.

“Got bored of my room?” you ask, teasing. You should have expected he’d want to have his way with you somewhere semi-public again.

“I’m gonna fuck you in more than just a bed,” he replies.

Rafe’s blue eyes drift down to your lips, his hands pressing into your thighs. When he drops his fingers to meet your naked pussy, your breath hitches.

“Holy fuck,” he groans, nearly a whimper, clearly surprised you’re not wearing underwear. He greedily spreads your lips apart and dips a finger inside of you immediately, slipping in with ease. You’re starved for him.

“I’ve been thinking about this pussy all fucking day,” he groans, his other hand gripping the back of your neck and pulling you forward.

He’s starved for you, too. Rafe’s open-mouthed kisses are hot and hungry and unrelenting.

Even though the parking lot is empty, the thrill of potentially being caught is so fucking hot.

You hate the feeling of him taking his hands off of you. He shifts under you and you prop yourself up on your knees the best you can while he undoes his jeans and pulls them down as far as he can.

His hands feverishly hike up your dress and he settles you onto his warm thigh, your pussy pressing up against his soft skin.

“Fuck,” you whisper.

“Ride it,” he tells you. “You’re doing all the work tonight. I’m not helping.”

You start to grind on him and the sensation of your folds spreading and curving on his taut thigh is fucking breathtaking. You’ve never felt each other like this.

Your foreheads are pressed together, your exhales tangling with each other in the warm air. He flexes his thigh for you, giving you more rigidity.

One of Rafe’s hands drops from your waist and he shuffles for something in the console, keeping his eyes on you.

Eventually, you notice he’s holding a necklace, and with how tightly pressed you are against him and how dark it is, you can’t see it. You just feel him put the cool chain around your neck, a pendant resting on your chest.

“Stay still for a second,” he says.

He looks past your shoulder to watch the clasp and close it. The feeling of Rafe wanting you to use him like this, to rub yourself on him, while he places yet another gift on you makes you almost delirious.

His hands find your waist to encourage you to move again. The windows are fogging up as you writhe on top of him. It feels fucking amazing, but you don’t want to finish like this.

“Can I cum on your cock?” you whisper. “Please?”

He breathes out another scoff that sounds like he’s in disbelief. It’s a thrill that simply asking him for what you want makes him behave like he’s in awe of you.

Rafe pushes against your waist to guide you to sit up and you watch as his hand pulls his cock out of his boxers. He grips the base, holding himself up for you.

You sink down on him and you both breathe in sharply at the pleasure.

The car starts to rock as you ride him raw, wrapping around his dick. The way he curves inside of you is absolutely perfect.

“You love this cock, don’t you, princess?” he rasps.

“Yes, baby.” Your voice is so fucking desperate. “I can’t get enough of you.”

“I make you so sore and you still wanna fuck me again and again,” he mutters. “Fucking obsessed with me. I fucking own this pussy.”

He smoothes a thumb against your clit, drawing circles on you. Your groan is broken and shaky when you start to tremble on top of him.

You can’t believe how fast he can make you cum. He’s been learning the mechanics of your body, the shit that makes you lose your mind, and takes full advantage of it.

“I’m gonna cum,” you say, continuing to bounce on him through the shattering orgasm.

“Keep riding it,” Rafe instructs. “Good fucking girl.”

Your pussy spasms around him, fluttering and even through the desire to slow down, you keep grinding on his hard cock.

His hand finds your neck and he squeezes as you start to drain the cum out of him, hot liquid pulsing inside of you.

Bright lights flash across the car and you urgently sit off of him, settling in the passenger seat. Another car simply drives past and you let out a breath of relief.

“You get scared?” he laughs.

“I told you not to laugh at me,” you say breathlessly. You look down to see the moisture between your legs is dripping on the seat.

“Shit, sorry,” you say, arching your back to pull your dress down.

“Don’t be sorry for that,” he says. His eyes dart down to your chest. “It looks good on you.”

You look down and now that you have the space, you can see the necklace. It’s a thin, silver chain with an ‘R’ pendant, encrusted with shiny diamonds. You’re already sure that this is the most expensive thing you’ve ever worn.

“Don’t want you to forget who you belong to,” he says with a smirk, his voice low.

“Rafe, this is…” You hear your heart pounding. You’re not sure what it is.

“You like it?” he asks. A shaky exhale escapes your lips.

Is this just tending to his fantasy of owning you or is it something more?

He acts like such a fucking boyfriend sometimes. Maybe there’s a world where Rafe Cameron’s girlfriend is a maid barely making it through college, instead of a girl just as wealthy and privileged as him.

The feeling of hope, of imagining him being yours and yours only, of imagining him doing more than just fucking you, is addictive.

“Thank you,” is all you can say.

“Looked good while you were riding me,” he mumbles with a hint of amusement in his voice.

You meet Rafe’s eyes again and you know no matter what the hell he does to you, whether he ends up breaking your heart or not, you won’t regret a single second you’ve spent with him.

{ read part ten here }

[boringkate]

Here’s a bunch of junk for you trans girls to watch

Update: there used to be a link to a mega folder here, but it got taken down.

///TGIRL FEATURE FILMS (alphabetical order)

Adam (2019) it's about a cis boy who's mistaken for a trans boy and rolls with it. Big cast of trans characters including a tgirl played by a tgirl who everyone wants to fuck. Directed by a trans dude. Highly legit. If you're still hung up on pre release speculation based on the novel then you're the most annoying person alive.

Assassination Nation (2018) The first half is Euphoria and the second half is The Purge. ONE OF THE BEST TGIRL MOVIES OF ALL TIME.

Bit (2019) Lesbian girl power vampire movie where the main character is a tgirl played by a tgirl. It's solid. I find it frustrating that they hint at her being trans without explicitly acknowledging it (and she's passing as fuck, so it's easy to not notice), but I know that's what some of y'all want.

Boy Meets Girl (2014) Cis dude for trans girl love story. Pretty normie, but also you see her fully naked (gock out) at the end.

Funeral Parade of Roses (1969) Extremely 60s. Cool as hell.

Lady Daddy (2010) South Korean romcom about a trans girl played by a cis girl who tries unconvincingly to back pass when she finds out she has a kid. Very cute.

Lingua Franca (2019) written directed and starring Isabel Sandoval. An undocumented trans woman immigrant in New York deals with a cis dude partner being a cis dude. Which is also the plot of The Garden Left Behind (2019).

Myra Breckinridge (1970) Raquel Welch is a trans woman and her goal is the destruction of the last vestigial traces of traditional manhood! It's Fight Club! It's Hackers! It's divisive, but it's probably my favorite movie!

So Pretty (2019) Literally the first scripted feature length (non pornographic tho it does have cock) film to feature two trans women played by trans women kissing eachother.

Something Must Break (2014) THE OTHER BEST TGIRL MOVIE OF ALL TIME. Drugs. Crimes. Gock. Slow motion pissing. Slow motion park Fucking. Genuinely the most beautiful sex scene I've seen in any movie. And she makes it to the end still alive and more sure of herself and at peace than ever.

Tangerine (2015) Groundbreaking and also a bunch of the secondary characters are real life pornstars (which I think is neat).

The Garden Left Behind (2019) This and Lingua Franca (2019) really are tgirl twin films, but (like with Antz and A Bug’s Life) the vibes and details make them distinct (I assume tho tbh I’ve never watched Antz).

///TGIRL DOCUMENTARIES

Bambi (2013) about a trans girl showgirl in 50s/60s paris

Paris is Burning (1990) basically it's Pose.

Shinjuku Boys (1995) Trans dudes working in a tokyo club that caters to tboy chasing cis girls. There's at least one trans girl in the mix too.

///FORCED FEMINIZATION

A Reflection of Fear (1972) They raised her as a girl and it made her do murders! It drags in places, but the girl in it is so ethereal and it has ageplay vibes and daddy issues.

Memory Run (1996) A very fun direct to video scifi action flick about fighting fascism by blowing up your pre transition self with a rocket launcher + it's based on a novel written by a trans woman.

She-Man A Story of Fixation (1967) Notable for being such a cliche sissy maid fantasy while also coming out so early + it was Bob Clark's first film lol.

Sleepaway Camp (1983) A more famous version of Reflection of Fear.

Surrender Dorothy (1998) A MUST WATCH. I personally bought a physical DVD and made an ISO of it for you because I was unsatisfied with the quality of the only copy that seemed to exist online. I ALSO PERSONALLY CREATED MY OWN SUBTITLES FOR IT BECAUSE EVEN THE DVD DIDN’T INCLUDE ANY! WHICH TOOK HOURS TO DO!

The Skin I Live In (2011) A rapist is kidnapped and turned into a girl by a mournful vengeful plastic surgeon. Which was also the plot of Victim (2010). I never really vibe with Pedro Almodóvar movies, but I recognize this is the preeminent forced feminization film.

///SHORT FILMS

Gender Troublemakers (1993) Some 90s Toronto trans girls fucking and discoursing. Explicit tgirl on tgirl action. This is the only one on the list that I haven’t actually watched yet. I’m hyped to watch it tho. Seems mindblowingly rad af.

Happy Birthday Marsha (2018) It's about Marsha P. Johnson.

I don't Know (1971) I'm obsessed with the trans girl in this one she just keeps popping up in all kinds of early 70s stuff. Directed by Penelope Spheeris (who is the sister of the cis gf in it).

Mesmeralda (2019) AN ABSOLUTE BANGER HOLY FUCK THE VIBES ARE OFF THE CHARTS! PLS WATCH THIS! I refuse to apologize for it being 15GB. It’s worth every byte.

Pat Rocco's Changes (1970) It's that same girl again!

Queens at Heart (1967) I can't get over that hairdresser girl thinking she's back passing. Most adorably weak boymode ever.

Shangri-La (2021) Another Isabel Sandoval joint.

The Yellow Wallpaper (2021) Freshly post op girl with a supportive boyfriend goes unhinged.

Undress Me (2012) Jana Bringlöv Ekspong did a few short films. Give janabringlove a google after watching this.

///JUST LIKE BTW

Some of these would be tough to find elsewhere, but most of the movies are also watchable on fmovies and/or can be torrented in higher quality.

After you've worked your way through the folder then just start doing Google searches for trans films. Look at IMDB keywords and letterboxd lists. There are so many more out there. These are just like my personal picks.

[nakedwilbur]

He struggled to understand what had just happened to him. A bit shy and not much of a dancer he had held a low profile the entire night, looking after the table while his friends were busy out on the dancefloor. Then out of nowhere he found himself surrounded by a bunch of angry looking guys and a girl pointing and yelling at him, accusing him of harassing and groping her while they were dancing. His attempt to explain that he had been sitting here the whole night and that they must have the wrong guy were ignored. Before he had any chance to react the guys yanked him up from the table and dragged him out to the back alley. There they wrestled him to the ground, forcible stripped him of his clothes, and pushed him through a door into the neighboring building.

Now he found himself sitting stark naked in a gay bar trying to explain the crazy story. Both the staff and the guest all seemed sympathetic towards him, but no one was in any hurry to help him cover up and apparently they didn’t find his clothes outside. If he had turned around, however, he would have seen the owner of the bar talking to one of his assaulters, paying him off and thanking him for jet another decent “delivery”. The man was really pleased with himself. Having good looking, innocent, straight boys turning up stark naked at his bar had been real boost for the business.

[mrsshabana]

This request can go on the back burner, but an idea struck me with the force of a ton of bricks when I say your post about incel Gyutaro.

What about a little story where Gyutaro is trying to join a fraternity, to impress girls, and it's hazing time~ They make the pledges strip down to their boxers and wear blindfolds. The frat guys got a bunch of pretty girls together to write on their bodies with washable markers. Compliments or insults. The one with the most compliments from different girls joins tonight, and the one with the least has to walk home in his underwear. The others just get their clothes back and can stay at the party.

Reader is heartbroken by the amount of insults on Gyutaro's body with no compliments. So she puts on red lipstick and kisses all of his birthmarks! And writes in the lipstick. He's still losing, but he definitely won't mind as much anymore. Also, I feel like this is a mouthful if you don't wanna post my ask, itself, that's fine.

𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥 𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

꒦꒷‧₊ Summary Gyutaro thinks joining a fraternity will help him impress girls, but it results in him getting hazed and utterly humiliated. Though you end up making it all worth it. Maybe it did help him impress girls after all. ꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, smut, MDNI, incel Gyutaro, college au, angst, humiliation, hazing, vaginal sex, creampie, premature ejaculation ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 2.6k words. THIS MIGHT BE THE BEST ASK I'VE SEEN ALL YEAR. I KID YOU NOT - AS SOON AS I SAW THIS I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT EVERY MOMENT SINCE. This ended up being some of my best writing, thank you so much for this request ♡

You've seen some crazy shit since you've joined a sorority but nothing quite like this. It's nothing new that the fraternity guys on Greek row like holding strange events and wild parties. But you never thought they'd invite you and some of your fellow sorority members over to haze some rookies.

A line of almost naked men stand before you, blindfolded and in nothing but their boxers. You and the other girls are tasked with writing comments about their appearance on their bodies with a marker. Compliments or insults, both are encouraged.

Most of them just look like your everyday frat boy, with lots of them having abs and large muscles. The only one that stands out is the guy at the end. You can already tell he doesn't belong in this crowd by how pale he is. Not spending the summer drinking beers at the lake and getting a nice tan? Who the hell is this guy? He looks like the type that stays inside all day playing video games and watching hentai.

And that's not all - his body stands out in many other ways as well. He's really skinny and his hip bones protrude in an unnatural way. Not to mention the large ink-like birthmarks that are scattered across his body.

However, even though he looks different, you don't have a negative impression of him. All you thought when you first saw him was, "Huh, that guy doesn't look like the kind of guy to join a frat."

As you go down the line you write nice comments on each man's body, not having the heart to write anything negative and possibly hurt someone's feelings. You always felt bad for the guys that get hazed so you could never bring yourself to make it worse for them. However, when you get to the skinny guy, you are utterly shocked by what you see.

Littered all over his body are mean and cruel insults. You felt sick to your stomach as you read them.

"Disgusting"

"Freak"

"Incel"

"Virgin"

One girl even wrote, "Ew, why are you even here?" while another wrote, "I rather die than sleep with you lol."

You understand that he has an unconventional appearance but it certainly does not warrant all of these hateful comments. It breaks your heart to see that not even a single girl has said something nice about him.

You can't even imagine the amount of courage it must have taken him to stand up here like this. Only to get shot down and made fun of? You won't stand for it.

He flinches as he feels your delicate, manicured hands touch his chest. Then he feels something creamy and soft glide along his body, it feels different from the markers he's felt so far.

You decide to write some nice comments in your favorite red lipstick.

"So hot!"

"Cutie ;)"

But you feel like it isn't enough so you put a layer of the vibrant shade on your lips, then begin to kiss the birthmarks on his body.

His breath hitches and his face turns red when he feels you kiss him. Starting with his cheek and going all the way down to the mark on his hip. Everyone stares at you with confused faces as they watch you adore the "ugliest" guy in the lineup. But honestly, you don't care, you think he's hot as hell.

However, you feel like it's not enough so you write, "CALL ME!" in large letters on his chest followed by your phone number.

As all of the girls finish up leaving their comments for the guys, they are finally allowed to take off their blindfolds and read the messages on their bodies.

When he removes his blindfold you can't help but smile seeing how cute he is, and not to mention those beautiful blue eyes.

The self-proclaimed leader of the hazing committee, Tengen Uzui, reads the comments out loud.

Of course, the insults on Gyutaro's body sting. Especially since they are so harsh and he received a lot more than everyone else. But the bright red compliments are what's keeping him afloat. Almost making him not give a fuck about what any of the other girls had to say. Of course, there is a part of him that thinks this could be a cruel trick to get his hopes up. But honestly, after going so many years without a girl even looking in his direction, he can't help but get excited. After all, this is the first time he's ever gotten a girl's phone number.

He looks around the room, trying to see who the culprit could be. There are a few girls wearing red lipstick so he's not entirely sure who it could be.

"Looks like you'll be walking home, Gyutaro!" Tengen announced loudly, "And I'll be keeping these!" He laughs as he snatches Gyutaro's clothes - forcing him to walk home shamefully in nothing but his boxers.

He feels a wave of embarrassment wash over him as everyone stares and laughs. Just wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible, he nods and walks towards the door.

"Wait!" You shout as you run towards him, taking off your shirt and jeans. Once you're down to your bra and panties you say, "Let's go together."

His eyes widen as he looks you up and down, his face as red as a tomato. The party goes completely silent, the girls stare at you with confusion and a hint of disgust. While the guys stare at Gyutaro with envy, wishing that they were in his place.

"Well, come on," you say, breaking the silence.

Gyutaro gives you a shaky nod and opens the door for you, following you out.

Once outside the frat house, he really doesn't know what to say, at a complete loss for words. A half-naked girl is walking home with him right now, and not just any girl, you're a solid ten.

His perverted self may be too focused on your appearance right now, but a part of him does recognize how nice it was of you to do that for him so he didn't feel so embarrassed. You literally took off your clothes so you could endure his hazing punishment with him. No one's ever been so kind to him before - especially not a woman.

He keeps looking at your tits, trying not to be obvious about it but he can't help himself. He loves boobs!! He always has and he's never been so close to them before. Honestly, it's a miracle he isn't sporting a massive hard-on right now. The cold breeze hitting his exposed skin is the only thing keeping it at bay.

"Um... thanks," he rasps quietly, barely mustering the courage to speak to you at all, "What's your name?"

"Oh, my name's Y/N. And don't mention it," you smile, "No one deserves to be treated that way."

"... so you did it out of pity?" he frowns.

"Not at all! I-I didn't mean it like that!"

"Then what did you mean?"

"Well... I think you're really cute. Nerdy shy guys like you have always been my type," you express your feelings with a hint of embarrassment, "And just because you don't look like the other guys doesn't mean that warrants bullying."

Gyutaro blushes deeply, too shy and flattered to respond. So you continue.

"Don't join the frat, Gyutaro. You won't be happy there, they'll just make you an outcast because you're different. I really hope you change your mind about it." You hope your words won't offend him, but it's the honest truth. A guy like him doesn't belong in a frat and deep down he knows that.

Gyutaro hates everyone in that frat, he finds them annoying and idiotic. He only wanted to join in the first place because he's so desperate to get laid and he knows those types of guys pull chicks left and right.

"Alright, I won't join. But only if you have sex with me," he states with a confidence he hasn't had all night.

"Wh-what?!" You gasp, almost certain you must not have heard him correctly.

"I only wanted to join that stupid fraternity to get laid. You're the first girl that's ever been interested in me. So if you sleep with me then I'll know I can get laid without needing the frat."

At a loss for words, you stare at him with wide eyes as the two of you stand outside of his dorm building.

You're no saint, so sex isn't something you aren't used to. But you also wouldn't consider yourself the type to sleep with a guy you barely know either. This is still weird for you. But is it too weird for you?

Obviously not because you feel butterflies form in your stomach and a moistness develop in your panties as you think about it. He is really cute, and he does have a point. If you sleep with him maybe it will boost his confidence. And who knows, maybe after tonight you could get closer to him. Being a virgin and all, he doesn't seem like the type to just dip and skip.

"Ok, you have a deal," you smile shyly and take his hand, "This is your dorm building right?"

His jaw drops, not expecting you to have agreed. "Y-Yeah," he stutters.

"Let's hurry before anyone catches us!" Dragging him inside, the two of you sneak up to his room without being noticed.

Once inside you get clear confirmation that Gyutaro is the exact kind of guy you thought he was. Clothes and empty energy drink cans were strewn about his room. The air smells like a mix of body odor and G Fuel. On his desk is a nice looking PC gaming setup. Equip with neon lights and an RTX 3090. And you aren't surprised to see a bottle of lotion on his desk. And beside it is an nsfw figurine of some anime character that looks vaguely similar to you. Maybe you are his type after all.

Gyutaro doesn't bother cleaning up or even apologizing for the mess, it's like he doesn't even care. He just turns on some colored lights and sits on the bed. Now that he's out of the cold and inside the comfort of his own dorm, you can see his erection quickly growing under his boxers.

"Well? Don't tell me you're gonna chicken out now," he scowls.

"No! I'm not chickening out! I'm actually really excited..." you sit beside him and caress his thigh.

Immediately you can see his member twitch beneath the thin fabric of his boxers. He had this nonchalant act going on, but now it's crumbling down and he's a complete mess.

"C-Can I touch them?" he mutters as he stares down at your chest.

"Sure, let me help you," you say as you unhook your bra and throw it to the side. His eyes widen and he has to stop himself from drooling.

Like instinct, his hands go to your breasts and he starts feeling and playing with them. It's obvious he's never done this before because his hands are shaky and he's handling them roughly. But he's just so excited!

"Woah," he says in awe, "These are awesome..."

Even though he's a bit rough and inexperienced, it still feels good. The way his bony fingers squeeze and prod, along with how he runs his fingers over your nipples with curiosity.

"Gyutaro..." you whisper as you caress his cheek and pull him closer, "Come here." Pulling him into a heated kiss, it's obvious he doesn't know what to do. But you try your best to guide him.

He whimpers into the kiss as you slide your tongue into his mouth. He tries to reciprocate but he's quite sloppy.

Despite that, it still sends him to cloud nine. Not only is this his first kiss but he also gets to touch tits at the same time. It's so overwhelming for him that he feels like he's already going to cum.

Hastily shoving his hand down his boxers, he grabs the base of his cock and squeezes tightly - desperately trying to stop himself from cumming. He pulls away from the kiss and says, "T-Take off your panties, I-I wanna fuck you already."

With a devious smirk, you spread your legs as you remove your panties, showing him how wet you are. Gyutaro gulps, staring at you like a starving animal.

"I'm ready for you, Gyu," you coo as you lay on your back, completely submitting to him.

"Wait um... can we try doggy style?"

You're kind of surprised by his request but you don't mind so you flip over and get on your hands and knees.

Gyutaro would actually love to watch your face contort as he fucks you, but he chose doggy style because he doesn't want you to see him while he does it. Even after everything you've said to him his insecurities are still there. And a part of him fears that if you see his dick then you'll change your mind about this. He's not the biggest, but he definitely isn't small either. The size is actually really nice, but he's so insecure that he can't see that. But the worst part is the birthmarks, he feels like his dick looks like he has some type of venereal disease even though he doesn't. So he figures it'd be best if you just didn't see it at all.

Once you're in the doggy position he feels comfortable enough to pull down his boxers. You feel the sticky, leaking tip nudge against you as he positions himself.

His brows furrow in frustration as he tries to find the right spot, his inexperience showing.

"Here, let me help you," you say in a sweet tone as to not upset him or sound judgmental. Though he's still a bit embarrassed anyway.

Reaching between your legs, you grasp his shaft and gently guide him inside of you. Once he's an inch or two inside, he gets too excited and fully thrusts forward. Jolting his needy cock into your gummy walls. You yelp in response while Gyutaro moans loudly.

"F-Fuck... ngh Y/N, you feel so goddamn good," he groans in pleasure as he tightens his grasp on your hips.

After a moment of stillness, he starts thrusting when he feels like he won't cum immediately. But it's not long before that sensation comes back.

Only after a few thrusts, do you feel a warmth spread inside of you as you feel Gyutaro's thighs begin to shake.

"Did you- did you cum?" Surprised, you look back at him to see the blissful expression on his face.

But your words quickly snap him out of it, "Shit... m'sorry," he pants, obviously feeling ashamed and embarrassed, "I-I didn't mean to cum so fast."

He quickly shoves his dick back in his boxers, trying to hide his shame as he hangs his head and refuses to look you in the eye. The only chance he got to have sex, he ruined it by cumming too fast like the incel that everyone says he is. He looks down at the writing on his body, starting to feel like all of those insults from earlier are justified.

Seeing the shift in his mood, you quickly put your panties back on and hug him. "Hey it's ok, it was your first time. That just means we'll have to do it more so you can get used to it."

"R-Really? You don't think I'm pathetic...?" he whimpers in disbelief.

"Of course not, I still had a lot of fun," you smile and kiss his cheek, "Maybe I can stay the night and we can try again in the morning."

"I'd fucking love that."