#a new smut idea....

[hypnagogics]

do you think Ellie would be more a strap, tribbing, or fingering girlie?

~🦈🦈

abby version. dina version. SMUTTY, BRAIN MELTING YAP AHEAD: TRIB TRIB TRIB. hands down. okay i mean, all of em have their perks. she likes the convenience of fingering, the way she's able to be discreet with it perchance. she likes strap because it's able to reach spots inside of you no one even knew existed before...fabled clusters of nerves that make your mind go blank as she hits them repeatedly. but tribbing?? oh girl. she loves everything about it. she loves the mutual pleasure it brings—not that she minds being on either end!—she loves the wetness of it all, if we were to get vulgar. but back to mutual pleasure for a sec, i feel like she'd just revel in the sort of domino effect it has. lemme elaborate. you're getting closer to the peak, which eggs her on to get closer to her own peak, because of the motions she's doing for herself (frantic, irregular humps and bounces on top, bucks of her hips upwards if on bottom...), the way you're reacting (whining and moaning as she fucks your brain to mush, or making her brain turn to mush), and most importantly the fact she can feel it all in real time. every twitch, throb, squirt, clench, yeah she feels it righttt where she needs. then it all tumbles in a domino, or snowball effect. positive feedback loop for the bio gals...just more and more and more and more, you get the idea. also wanna add: whatever the activity of choice was, she'd wanna clean you up properly afterwards, with her mouth of course. slurping and sucking to her heart's content, like a starved woman. like you were her death row meal. more for her own pleasure than yours let's be real...DAMN. went on a tangent lol BUT TRIB IS HER CHOICE METHINKS LMFAO.

[puckinghischier]

Just sitting here thinking about how Jack would usually fuck you nice and slow, praising you the entire time and putting your pleasure before his, but one night after a really tough loss where nothing went right for him and the team, he just loses it and immediately comes home to let out his frustrations on you. Manhandling you like a rag doll, spitting on you, yanking on your hair as hard as he can, and choking you until you see stars and you'd be loving every second of this version of Jack and he'd pick up on that, calling you degrading names and mocking you for being such a dirty fucking slut that he never knew about you

WARNING!: degradation, name calling, choking

the change of pace was surprising to you, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t unleash a new preference of yours. the commanding, harsh, and derogatory nature of the entire night is something you never expected from him, but damn if there wasn’t a part of you eating it up.

from the second he got home you knew something was off. he slammed the door, threw his bag against the wall and stomped right over to you, wordlessly picking you up and carrying you to the shared bedroom. he threw you onto the bed, the large bounce you did causing your heart rate to spike.

“jack, honey, what’s going on? i don’t-“

“shut up. don’t fucking talk to me,” he interrupts you, your mouth instantly snapping shut. the look in his eyes was like nothing you had ever seen before — wild and dark.

he starts removing his clothes, standing naked in front of you before you could even blink. not knowing what to do, you start removing your sweatshirt, slowly bringing the thick material up and over your head. jack stood watching you, an expectant look on his face.

“god, can you go any fucking slower? hurry up. off. all of it, off,” he spits out as you start to grab your t-shirt, removing the fabric from your goose bump ridden body.

“for the love of god, are you fucking helpless or something? i said hurry up,” jack raises his voice, reaching down to grip your ankles, pulling you towards him harshly. once you’re sitting at the end of the bed, he grabs your shoulders, forcing you to sit up. he rips the shirt the rest of the way off of your body, throwing it across the room.

he doesn’t even attempt to unclasp the bra you hadn’t taken off from running errands earlier. instead, he tugs the material so harshly you can feel the piercing sting on your sensitive skin, feeling the plastic clasps snap apart, rendering the undergarment useless as it falls from your chest.

a gasp falls from your mouth, but it’s lost in the grunt he lets out as he shoves your shoulders back down onto the bed, gripping the waist band of your leggings as he tugs them down — along with your underwear — in a singular movement.

“now, was that so fucking hard?” he growls, pushing your ankles back up onto the bed, moving you away from the edge as he crawls onto the mattress with you.

you’re surprised at yourself, because not once during the entire interaction did you wish jack was his usual, soft and caring self. instead, you found every single harsh word and rough action traveling straight to your core. an unfamiliar warmth of arousal now stirring in your stomach as you watch him crawl towards you.

“up, on all fours, ass towards me,” he commands you, not waiting even a millisecond before grabbing your body and placing you into position himself. he starts caressing your ass, taking the soft flesh into his hands and kneading handfuls. “don’t even get it. don’t even know all the shit that happened tonight, do you?” he talks, pinching and squeezing your skin even tighter.

“tell me, maybe i can-“ you start to squeak out, but a harsh smack to your ass stops you. you involuntarily let out a sharp squeal, not expecting the action.

“when i say don’t fucking talk to me, it means don’t fucking talk to me,” jack rubs soothing circle around the red skin. “you don’t know what went on tonight. what coach said in the locker room after the game. what an embarrassment the whole team was tonight. the way the refs let us get our asses kicked all night long. so there’s nothing you can say that’ll make me feel better, you understand?”

you nod, looking back at him over your shoulder, surprising yourself when you jut your ass out further towards him, all but asking for another smack. he smirks, gladly granting your request.

he raises his hand, bringing it down even harder than he had the first time, your whole body jolting forward at the impact. your yelp sounded almost like pleasure this time, your brain going in a million different directions.

“now this? this makes me feel better. this makes me feel in control again. because i am, aren’t i? i’m in control right now. because you’re just my own personal slut, here to use as i see fit,” his voice dropped a few octaves, gravelly and thick.

before you can even fully register his words, a moan slips past your lips. you feel yourself clenching around nothing, your cunt slick with desire at whatever this new persona is coming from him.

he slides a hand down towards your entrance, interested at how turned on you seem to be by all of this. when his long, slender finger swirls around the still clenching hole, he chuckles, amused at your current state.

“you like this new side, huh? my sweet, innocent girl likes being called a slut and treated like some whore i picked up off the street, doesn’t she?” it’s more of a statement than a question. another clench of your pussy answers his question, his finger nearly getting sucked right into your sex.

“too bad this isn’t about you, isn’t it?” he clicks his tongue against his teeth, shaking his head at you, even though you can’t see him. “tonight is about me. making me feel better. in fact….” he trails off, bringing his cold fingers up to start attacking your clit, rubbing so ferociously your arms holding you up nearly give out from the friction. “…you can’t come at all tonight,” his fingers suddenly drop, your labored breaths stopping altogether as his words register.

your head whips around to glare at him, but the second you have him in your sights, you feel his cock slam into you without warning. your body lurches forward so much your nose nearly smacks into the head board.

jack pulls out almost immediately, slamming back into you with quick, full thrusts. he grabs your hips, pulling them back with each movement to meet his thrusts.

he can’t see your face, but your mouth is hung wide open in a silent scream, not being able to even think about anything but how you swear you can feel him in your stomach.

you finally let out a whimper at a particularly deep thrust, feeling one of his hands leave your hip to grab a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back. he keeps easing your head back, neck fully extended, so much so you’re now able to see his face hovering above you.

“can’t believe you’re this cock drunk already. barely even started, baby. not been a peep out of you, has there?” you want to shake your head, say something, moan, anything. but the angle of your neck prevents any of that, only allowing you to look at him with your wide, rolling eyes.

he can feel the familiar flutter of your walls, signaling your impending release. he releases your hair, but so abruptly that your face flies forward like a rubber band has snapped, chin smacking against your chest.

he pulls out, leaving you a whining, pathetic mess. he takes his arms and flips you over so you’re now on your back. taking one of your legs, he extends it up and rests your ankle on his shoulder. he stands on his knees in front of you, looking at you with anger and annoyance.

“told you you’re not coming tonight. it’s about me, not you. it’s always about you, you greedy whore. you can’t just let me have this one night, huh?” he literally spits at you. the silky string of saliva leaves his mouth, its trajectory landing right on your stomach, mixing with the sweat there. he watches the rapid rise and fall of your chest, noting the stiff nature of your nipples.

as if he’s in a trance, he brings a hand up fully slapping one breast, watching it fly over and smack the other. then repeating the action with the opposite breast.

you jolt again, whining out a high pitched moan at the feeling of your heavy tits being smacked around. he smirks down at you, repeating the action a few times, each smack harder than the previous.

once he decides he’s had his fill of playing with your tits, he trails his hand down your stomach, swirling and smearing his spit around your skin. when his gaze falls back onto your glistening cunt, he snaps back into his previous task, smirking before once again, ramming into you without caution.

thrust after thrust, he can feel himself reaching the edge, moving in and out of you with ease, watching your eyes roll into the back of your head. there was one thing, however, he wanted to test before he let himself go.

he brings a hand up towards your face, running a finger from your temple to your chin, watching you. he brings his hand to rest on the side of your throat, thumb rubbing up and down the center. “d’ya trust me?” he whispers to you, typical, soft jack making an appearance.

you nod at him eagerly, assuring him you trust him, wholly and completely. you risk breaking the rules, a small “always” leaving your lips. he looks at you with love in his eyes, but you watch as they switch, once again showing the wildness you’ve grown to like tonight.

he moves his hand slightly so his whole hands covers your throat, and he squeezes. hard.

you sputter and wheeze, eyes wide at how much pressure he’s applying, not even easing into it. but you’re not scared. if anything, the pressure building in your head is dizzying, adding to every sensation coursing through your body.

he doesn’t stop, squeezing tighter by the second. just as he’s about to let up, worrying he’s gone too far, he feels that flutter from your core once again. his sign you’re enjoying this far more than he ever thought you would. he holds his grip for a few moments longer.

you’re starting to see stars in the edges of your vision, but you’re so turned on you never want it to end. with a final, small caress of the side of your neck with his thumb, he lets go. you suck in air, actually a little worried he might have left a mark once you gain your wits about you again.

the whole time, he never stopped rutting his hips into yours, thrusts growing sloppier by the second. he leans forward and lines his mouth up to hover above your breasts, collecting a mouth full of saliva and letting it fall from his lips onto your full, bouncing breasts. and again on your chest. and your stomach. and where his dick is sliding in and out of you. then he moves back up your body, taking a hand and parting your lips, watching his foamy spit land right into your open mouth. the fluid drips right into the back of your throat.

watching you early swallow his spit, then opening your mouth and begging for more, is what does him in. he feels the band about to snap, so he pulls out of you, drops your leg from his shoulder, and moves to straddle right over your stomach.

he strokes himself a few more times, then aims his release to fall in a sticky mess all over your spit covered tits, watching the milky substance roll and drip over the fleshy mounds. he strokes himself until the sensitivity takes over, slumping down, but careful not to put all of his body weight on you.

you wiggle and writhe beneath him, trying your hardest to reach a hand down to your pulsing center, needing now more than ever to reach your own release.

jack feels what you’re trying to do, and grabs your hands, trapping them both above your head.

“what did i tell you earlier, you dumb slut?” he’s clearly not done with being an ass just yet. “only i get to come tonight. and i did. so now you’re gonna go clean yourself up, come back to bed, naked, and if you can behave for the rest of the night, you might get to wake up to something nice,” he bends down to place a chaste kiss to your lips, releasing your hands and moving to sit beside of you.

you sit up and start to get off of the bed. once you’re stood fully, jack takes the opportunity to reach over and smack your bare ass again, smirking at you when your head whips around to look at him.

“hurry up, i may be pissed tonight, but now that i got all of that out of my system, i want to cuddle,” he tells you, his tone back to your normal jack, but eyes still wild as ever.

[thef1diary]

Pornstar!Daniel - mdni

You’d always had a bit of a crush on your neighbor.

It was hard not to when he smiled at you like that—boyish, warm, the kind of smile that made you linger just a little longer on your porch, pretending you were checking the plants. He was the type who radiated easy confidence, the kind of man who could make even the mundane days feel thrilling.

During the day, Daniel was your friendly neighbor. The one who waved at you from across the street while you backed out of your driveway. The one you always ran into while walking your groceries inside, quick to ask if you needed help carrying the heavy bags. The one you made excuses to talk to—borrowing sugar, returning a dish you never actually borrowed, or simply “accidentally” bumping into him at the mailbox.

But at night? At night, you had no idea it was him who made your cheeks flush and your breath hitch.

Pornstar!Dan, whose videos you’d stumbled across on a whim one lonely evening, quickly became your favorite escape. The way he moved—slow and deliberate, commanding attention with every touch—was hypnotic. The filthy, teasing words he murmured into the camera sent shivers down your spine, especially when he urged you to touch yourself to the rhythm he set. His voice alone left your cunt dripping and aching for more.

Pornstar!Dan, who never showed his face, but that only made it better. It let you imagine anything you wanted. His body, though—god, his body was unforgettable. The taut muscles of his arms, the sharp lines of his abs, the curve of his back, and the sheer thickness of his thighs, adorned with tattoos, had you hooked.

Pornstar!Dan, who left you a panting mess, fingers buried deep inside yourself as his voice spilled through your headphones. The way he muttered “good girl” or playfully degraded his viewers you had you writhing in your sheets, desperate for more.

Pornstar!Dan, who livestreamed just often enough to feel personal, his voice deeper and filthier as he answered live comments, adjusting the camera to give the perfect view of his inked body. It always seemed coincidental how his streams were perfectly timed with your nights, as though he somehow knew when you craved him the most. You just never guessed that it was because he was livestreaming from right across the street.

Pornstar!Dan, whose videos you’d fallen asleep watching more than once, waking up to that sinful view of his hardened cock paused on your phone screen. You’d bite your lip, cheeks burning, before turning it off and pretending you didn’t spend hours thinking about his body.

Pornstar!Dan, who had that one tattoo on his bicep, the one your fingers always traced on your screen while imagining what it would feel like under your touch. It wasn’t until much later, seeing a glimpse of ink peeking out from Daniel’s sleeve as he flipped burgers on a grill during a neighbourhood barbecue party, that you wondered why it looked so familiar.

Pornstar!Dan, whose voice haunted you even in daylight, especially when your neighbor Daniel casually asked how your day was with that same deep rasp. It was a coincidence, you told yourself. Nothing more.

The connection never clicked. How could it? By day, Daniel was your kind neighbor, and by night, Pornstar!Dan was your private obsession.

Because surely, it couldn’t be the same person. Right?

[luminacerin]

I can just imagine an interaction between Shen Yuan and Shang Qinghua where one of the Peak Lords (probably Liu Qingge) passes out during a Peak Lords meeting and Shen Yuan just drops to his knees like:

SY (with chest compressions): “… Ha - ha - ha - ha — stayin’ alive — stayin’ alive — ha - ha - ha - ha — stayin’ ali—“

SQH: “CUCUMBER BRO WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?”

SY: “CPR DUMBASS?”

SQH: “WHY MICHAEL JACKSON — MOVE ASIDE.”

SY: “. . .”

SQH (with chest compressions): “Tight as a virgin boy don’t get nervous — tight — I’m here to serve you customer service — right? — I save dick by giving it CPR — I save dick by giving it CPR — put my mouth on it lik—“

[eroticdarling]

♫ Never Loose Me ♫

♬ Daisuke x PocFem!Reader ♫

You and Daisuke are having one of y'all nightly midnight driving sessions in his black Rolls-Royce Wraith, midnight driving around the fluorescent city of Tokyo.

The drive seemed boring this time cause the car was filled with silence. To brighten the atmosphere, you decided to get the aux cord to put on 'Never Lose Me' by Flo Milli, but it was a slowed version.

Daisuke had an Auralism kink, which was something only you were aware of, except at the moment you just wanted to have fun. You were in a very good mood, singing along to the song as you did a little dance, making the man across from you roll his eyes with a soft smile.

In the middle of vibing to the music, Daisuke reached over to place his hand on your plush thigh, gently caressing the soft flesh. Knowing what he wanted since it was from the music, you didn't go against it. Not to mention, there was a little surprise if he went further up.

The same hand that's placed on your thigh rubbed its way up from your thigh-high socks to under your skirt where he touched the crease between your pussy and thigh.

He was taken aback, accompanied by the smirk that came across his face yet continued to make his way to your clit. Circling it with one hand on the wheel, he focused on the half-empty roads.

He didn't need to look at how you were reacting to his touch because the small noises you made spoke for itself. Your soft moans were like music, making his dick want to feel the way your walls fluttered around him like he's never had it before.

As your low sounds flowed into his ears like water, he could picture lewd images of himself with you in the backseat.

He imagined you writhing under him when he's balls deep in your pussy filling you up with his cock in a face-down ass-up position. Making you take all nine inches of him even if you're begging him to stop.

All these erotic thoughts made his erection feel tight in his pants with a question lingering in his mind. What was stopping him from making his vision a reality?

[wtimetravelgentlemen-notsfw]

needy [x]

[gamblersdoll]

cw: mocking, humiliating kink.

“yeah, yeah? you like getting fucked stupid, nerdwhore?” he mocks so mean, slamming his hips into your cunny. he smirks, canines bare as he watches your eyes cross.

you nod, gritting your teeth. your tits bounced every thrust, he had to been putting all of his weight into them.

“can’t hear you?” he snickers, angling his dick just a little so he can get deeper, hitting that foreign spot that is never really touched.

“yes! god, fuck yes!” you cry, struggling to keep your legs up and spread.

“there you go, keep saying how much you love it.” guts snided, whipping his phone out and pressing record. he wasn’t aiming it at you, but you knew what the fuck he was doing. “say it again.”

“i-i love it!” you choke, squeezing your eyes shut as he pounded your walls to oblivion. fat glob of tears rolled over your heated cheeks, him previously slapping them with only one third of his strength.

“say it again.” he commanded, tweaking at your nipple and grinding his tip into one spot that you would definitely become a squirting mess.

“i love it!!” you squeal, his pulling himself out and rubbing your clit fast. you heard the splash against his hand, and his mean laughter followed. “please!”

he slide his ring and middle into your drenched walls, finger fucking them into you as he got nose to nose with you. “say it again.” he says low.”

“love it, love it, love it!” you whine, him forcing the eye contact and holding his mean snickers.

you clicked on his close friends story, the green ring on his profile circling just a bit, and you hear it, your moans. but the music playing over it muffled it just only a bit. guts hadnt recorded any of your faces, nor your bodies. but luckily, no one knew what you really sounded like, so it all remained a mystery..

who was guts fucking?

you and him only knew the answer.

and the caption read.

“her pretty ass moans.”

[wikiangela]

thinking about buck and Tommy showing up to some firefam dinner/barbecue/some family event, someone notices a hickey peeking out from under Tommy's collar (or maybe there's one in a very visible, impossible to cover up with clothes place), someone makes some teasing joke/comment, buck goes all red but smiles proudly when Tommy grins and says 'yeah, someone got a little carried away last night' with a soft and playful look at buck, and Buck shrugs, says 'gotta make sure people know you're mine' and he leans in to kiss Tommy, just a chaste peck, and someone's like 'ew, get a room' and Buck chuckles and he's so happy to be able to just joke with his family and his boyfriend, and be so open and free about how in love he is, and Tommy's right next to him with his hand on Buck's knee under the table, and he's never been happier

[befuddled-calico-whump]

been really into betrayal lately

[nagaparadise]

Thinking about a wyrm naga......

He keeps you warm inside and out, his body always warm to the touch as he coils his big tail around you while stuffing your hole with his thick cocks. He often fucks you on his pile of gold, claiming that you are his greatest treasure, but sometimes he'll get adventurous and fuck you while taking flight, holding your body close to his as your bodies are entwined high in the air.

When he's finished, he paints your body with his warm, lava-looking cum. It's harmless, but glows under and on top of your skin, letting everyone know who you belong to.

[bgyuus]

QUICK QUESTION!

do yall still read tokyo revengers fanfics? i need people to hear about my ran haitani bran rot

[soap-ify]

okay but what if johnny had a mole on his inner thigh ?

you’d be prettily kneeling in between his legs, your hands undoing his pants, letting them drop down to his ankles alongside his boxers, his girthy cock springing free.

and that’s when you noticed it, his pretty little dark mole hiding on his inner thigh, soft dark hair of his beefy thighs mildly reaching his inner thighs.

you would swoon in awe, leaning forward to press soft little kisses on the mole, eyes glimmering in fondness while your hand began to lightly rub the base of his hard cock.

and in all honesty, johnny had never seen someone so enamored over a silly mole like that. though he liked your reaction a lot, his cock needily throbbing in your grasp.

“fuck… c’mon, bonnie. give this cock some attention too.”

[thef1diary]

After Office Hours - Boss!Daniel x Assistant!Reader

mdni — boss!daniel who makes you cockwarm him under his desk while he works. boss!daniel whose hands wander under your bra during a late-night shoulder massage, teasing your nipples. boss!daniel who bends you over your desk as the office phone rings, demanding you to answer it while he fucks your pussy. boss!daniel who whispers filthy things in your ear during team meetings. boss!daniel who makes you sit on his desk, legs spread while he devours your pussy. boss!daniel who presses you against the window of his office, letting the city lights illuminate every forbidden touch.

[creamhoodie]

Not like the others (but still one of his girls)

synopsis: Rin Itoshi is fascinated by you as you become part of the boys' friend group. Despite being warned by Isagi he can't help but want to take your virginity (smut, minors DNI)

Virgin. 

To Rin the word was written all of your forehead. He could tell by how you carried yourself, how your eyes dashed away when you met his, and how you wore those modest oversized sweaters that hide your shape well. 

He could tell from all that and even more subtle details having been experienced with women enough that he didn’t even need Isagi’s stern caution of: “leave her alone. She’s not like the others.” 

Isagi was right. You were exceptionally different from the other girls they all usually had over. Proof of that was that he even took notice of you at all. He didn’t usually care for the girls Isagi or the others brought over, they all blurred together. Most of them were fans, models, or actresses that would be nothing more than flings or pumps and dumps. You stood out because not only were you deemed worthy enough to keep around but even more so that Isagi and the others saw you as a friend only. 

Rin couldn’t understand it. You were beautiful yet seemingly so unaware of it and the others enjoyed your company so much you often frequented their shared mansion. 

That is the position Rin found himself in now, staring at you from across the room. It was movie night with the boys and you sat cushioned between Isagi and Kunigami. Reo and Nagi were sprawled out on the floor under some shared blankets, and Bachira and Chiguri were seated at the kitchen Island still eating what was leftover of the pizza they had all ordered earlier. 

And him? Rin sat in none other than his prized recliner, the black one everyone knew not to sit in because it belonged to him. 

He continued to watch you and he adored the way you glanced at him when you thought he wasn’t looking only to quickly look away once you met his gaze.

This had become somewhat of a game between the two of you, the shared glances, because even though you bashfully looked away every time, you always came back to view more of him. 

That was as far as the interactions between the two of you ever got. Unlike Isagi and the rest of his friends, you steered clear of Rin. Maybe the others had warned you about his usual abrasive demeanor, regardless, the two of you hadn’t spoken a word since you had been around. 

His gaze shifted back to the screen when he heard moans. He had been so focused on you he had been barely following the movie. Evidently a sex scene had come on and while no one else batted an eye, rather the boys seemed more invested now as the lead actress was undressed, you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. 

Cute. He could tell you didn’t wanna be caught looking, it was so innocent. You met his gaze again and this time your face flushed bright red as you quickly glanced away. 

“I’m going to the restroom,” you said suddenly standing up and excusing yourself before making your way down the hall. 

The boys didn’t even respond as they were still preoccupied with the film and the bouncing tits on the screen, but Rin’s eyes only stared down the direction you had gone. 

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The next time Rin saw you was a few weeks after the movie night incident. You had stopped coming to the house after that, part of him selfishly thought it was because you were embarrassed from the way he had caught you flustered. 

Even still, though you were out of sight you most definitely weren’t out of mind. Rin kept tabs on your social media page but it was devoid of activity. 

That is why when Isagi had suggested one of his team bonding camping trips to him and had let slip that you’d be coming, he didn’t put up any complaints as he usually did.

Throughout the ride in the RV, Rin stole glances at you from the rearview mirror. From where he sat, he had been able to see you bundled up on the couch under some blankets fast asleep.

When you had all arrived at the camping grounds, cabins were assigned. Nagi and Reo were together, Bachira,Isagi and you, and Chiguri and Kunigami. Rin of course was given his own assigned cabin due to his reputation of not sharing, he didn’t mind though. After all, he had only come on this trip for you. 

Much to his chagrin however, your time was occupied by Isagi and the others as you settled into doing activities with them. 

It wasn’t until night when he had decided to go off for a relaxing swim at the lake alone, that he cornered you by chance.  

You were already in the water, your back turned to him. When he got in the murky dark lake quietly, you turned around and even in the night he could tell your face was turning red.

“Oh hi Rin. I hope I’m not bothering you. I was just going to leave,” you stammered. 

Liar, you had been entranced by the moon moments before his interruption. 

“It’s okay. You’re not bothering me,” he said. He felt the water pooling around his bare shoulders and he shivered at the coldness. 

“Either way, I should probably head back. Isagi and Bachira must be wondering where I went off to,” you said, but he was well versed enough to know an excuse when he was given one. 

It was odd. He had never been given excuses by a woman before. 

“Why don’t you talk to me the way you do to Isagi and the others?” He asked. 

You still weren’t meeting his eyes. 

“Oh. I just thought you liked to be left alone,” you said. 

You swam past him back to the not far off surface and got out of the water. Your one piece bathing suit clung to your body and while it was still a modest choice of swimwear it was the most revealing thing he’d seen you in thus far. 

Realizing his window of opportunity was closing, he swam after you until he was before you, still in the water looking up at you. It was quite unusual to be looking up at you when usually your height difference meant the opposite. 

“You get nervous around me don’t you?” He teased. 

“I do not!” you said a little too defensively that it was almost comedic. 

As if to prove his point, he got out of the water now and walked up until he was standing in front of you. Since he wore nothing besides his black swim trunks, his muscled torso and abs were revealed, water droplets gleaming off them like diamonds.

You instinctively put a hand out to stop him from coming closer but it just ended up resting on his abs as he finished bridging the gap between the two of you.

Now you were looking up at him, eyes glossy and heated but there was a certain restraint in them, it was that shyness of yours that held you back with him. 

“I can tell you want me, you know,” he said.  He could feel the tension between you and he was so close to you he could almost feel the heat flooding your cheeks as blood ran to your face. 

“I do not, Rin. Don’t be so arrogant,” you scoffed. 

He knew better. 

“You do. You’re very readable. You want me but you’re a virgin so you’re unsure about how this all works,” he said, his voice low. 

“I’m not a virgin,” you said, but there was a crack in your voice and he knew you were just trying to lie out of embarrassment. 

“It’s okay, you don’t have to be embarrassed, not with me,” he replied. He moved his lips to your ear before adding, “do you even touch yourself?” 

Your knees buckled a little at his words and he steadied you in his arms. Your bodies were pressed together, still freshly wet from having come out of the lake and the softness of your perky breasts against him was making him hard. 

“If you don’t wanna be a virgin anymore, I can fix that,” he offered his voice full of lust.  He felt like a lion on the hunt now, he was in as much need as you. 

“Are you saying I need to be fixed?” you asked still a little defensive though your hitched breathing let him know you were feeling just as sinful as him. 

“I’m saying you need to be ruined,” he said darkly, he inched forward so you could feel his minty breath on your face before adding, “and I’ll gladly be the one to ruin you.” 

Like magnets, your lips were drawn together and it was all consuming as his tongue intertwined with your soft one. Your hands went to his hair, tugging his dark locks and he moaned into your mouth. He felt his pants tenting with pain and he longed for more of you. 

“I need to fuck you,” he panted when the two of you came up for air. 

“Rin, I’m-“ your words faded off as you stood there flushed.

“What? You don’t want to?” He asked. This desire he was feeling for you wasn’t going to be stifled until he could have all of you.

“No it’s not that. I’m just..” 

“You’re scared, right baby?” He finished your statement for you. 

You nodded. He understood, though he had been with many women, he remembered how he had been scared his first time as well, scared of the need to perform and falling short. 

“It’s okay. We don’t have to immediately. I’ll make you feel good first. Lay down,” he instructed. 

You did as he said and he crouched down next to you. 

“I’m gonna try something, if you don’t like it, tell me to stop,” he said.  

He couldn’t believe his luck at having cornered you like this in your swimsuit, it meant he had easy access to your pussy. Using his fingers, he pushed the thin fabric at your sex to the side so it was still on but your vagina was exposed to him. He then slid one finger inside of you. 

“Shit! You’re so goddamn wet,” he cursed as he felt your soft folds. 

“Sorry,” you muttered out of habit, making him laugh. 

“It’s a good thing, baby,” he replied. He curled his finger inside of you and felt you gasp. You were practically flooding him. He decided to put another finger up you, making it two now that curled and beckoned you. 

“Mmm, Rin,” you moaned softly. The sound of you moaning his name like he had imagined so many times before set him off, he began to increase the speed of his fingering and put another finger inside of you making it three. Using his other free hand he made sure to not neglect your clit, rubbing at it slightly with his thumb, the sensitivity of it causing you immense waves of pleasure. 

Your body was a withering mess for him and you continued to moan his name. He felt your plush walls clamp in around his fingers greedily not wanting to let them go. 

“I love this view of you,” he praised. Your face was contorted with pleasure and he couldn’t get enough of it. 

“Rin ‘m.. close,' ' you painted.

He decided to talk you through your orgasm. 

“You’re so insanely hot you know that? You walk around so innocently unaware of that when a body like yours was made to be fucked.” 

You let out a yelp at his words and your hips instinctively bucked up. 

Look at you, he thought to himself, your body knows just what to do all on its own. He felt his fingers become flooded with your cum and greedily he brought them to his lips to taste. The act was so lewd it sent your head spinning. 

“Rin that was so..” your words trailed off.

“I know,” he said smugly. He knew just how good he could make you feel. Granted you hadn’t been with anyone you could compare you with, but he knew he was sexually gifted. Just like he had mastered soccer, he had carefully mastered the art of pleasing a woman. 

So he knew that by kissing you now with your cum still coating his lips would make you want him more. 

As your tongues intertwined and you felt the forbidden taste of your own pussy and cum you also felt unbearable heat between your legs. His hands cupped your breasts, massaging the sensitive nipples and you gasped into his mouth. 

“Look at how shameless you are. You just love how I touch you, don’t you?” He asked as your kiss broke apart, a string of saliva connecting both of your lips. 

“Rin? You know how you ask if I touch myself?” You asked. 

He nodded, his eyes inquiring, curious about where you’d go with this. 

“I do. I’ve touched myself to you since the first time I saw you,” you confessed. 

“Shit,” he exclaimed, blood rushing to his cock even more as he hardened from your words. 

Delirious now with what you had told him,  he pulled at the straps of your swimsuit. “This needs to come off now,” he said impatiently and he was relieved when you began helping him remove it off you. 

You didn’t know what had come over you, you had never planned to lose your virginity on a camping site by the lake but you felt in heat for Rin and all your pent up desires were flooding through now. 

“Fuck, you look so..oh fuck,” Rin sputtered as you revealed your naked body to him. He was embarrassed to say he felt pre cum forming at the sight but the shape of your perky tits and your sultry triangle were making him drunk with lust. 

He quickly removed his swim trunks and it built up his ego even more to see how your eyes widened looking at his cock. 

“Rin you’re so big,” you whispered in astonishment. Surely that couldn’t all fit in you could it? 

You propped yourself up by your elbows to get a better look at it. His cock was sloped to the left and the tip was wet already. He positioned himself directly in front of you, and pinched at the tip a little. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll stretch you out nice and good,” he said as if reading your mind. 

Your heart was racing both with nerves from the anticipation and with excitement. 

You laid back down fully when a thought occurred to you. 

“Uh Rin?” You asked. 

“Hm?” he said, though his mind was filled with filthy thoughts about what he wanted to do to you as his tip was already lined up against your sex. 

“I’m not on any protection so I uh just thought I’d let you know,” you said. 

Your words were like cold water on him and he remembered he was dealing with a virgin. It had been easy to forget for a moment when you were acting like such a slut undressing yourself and willing to give yourself to him by the lake like this. 

“It’s okay, I’ll pull out,” he assured you, though he was sure you’d be begging for just the opposite soon enough. 

“Okay well you can go ahead then- oh my god,” your words slurred together as no sooner had the words left your mouth that you felt his mushroom tip feeling it’s way into you. Your eyes wheeled up with tears as you felt your vagina burn and stretch to accommodate him. 

It had been a while since Rin had been with a virgin and he had forgotten how good it felt. He loved breaking your hymen before feeling your plush walls accommodate him, personalized just for him.

“Look at you fitting me like a glove,” he said though he only had a few inches in you, he wanted to prime you before he thrusted his full length in you. 

He always loved being with virgins, he loved the fine details of how your face would wince in pain as he entered you before it soon turned to a dazed out look of pleasure. 

Your name fell from his lips over and over like a prayer. 

“More, I want more Rin,” you begged. 

That’s a good girl, he thought, beg for more of my length. 

“What’s that you said before? Something about not wanting me and me being arrogant for thinking so,” he teased. 

You whined.

“Rin please I didn’t mean it I want you,” you begged. 

He felt drunk with the euphoric warmth of your pussy around his cock and your desperation only egged him on. 

“Not good enough. Tell me how you want me and where,” he said, continuing to rock what length he did have inside of you back and forth. 

“Rin.. I want you all of you inside me,” you practically begged. 

He smiled smugly at how easily he had broken you down and had you sniffling for more. Obliging, he pushed further deep into you, your little gasp of air encouraging him even further. Again you molded and shaped perfectly around him, smothering his rod with your warmness and arousal. 

He was grunting a little as well now as he gave you nice long strokes. 

You felt much better than his hand he had been using as a substitute for you. All those times you had been over at the house had been agony for him. 

He had felt so beyond stupid stroking it out to a virgin like you especially when he had his share of women but there had always been something so alluring imagining what you looked like out of your modest clothes and with your eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

There was just something so seductively forbidden about you. Maybe it’s because Isagi had warned him to stay away from you or maybe it was because he knew the others hadn’t touched you, but being the one to corrupt you had long been a fantasy of his. 

Your moans were in unison with his now, nothing but those breathy moans and the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin ricocheted through the night. 

With each thrust he pounded into you, your tits bounced up and down and it encouraged him to pick up the speed. 

“So fucking sexy,” he praised as his eyes hungrily took in the sight of both your tits and your vagina readily accepting him. 

“Rin, stop,” you said, your face flushing from both the sex and his words. 

“Why should I? It’s true you’re so undeniably sexy. I’m sure the rest of those bozos think so too,” he said. 

“They’re just my friends,” you uttered in a daze as his cock began to hit your sweet gummy spot. 

He scoffed.

“Doubt it. I bet they’ve all thought about it at least once,” he whispered into your ear as he came down on you. His lips grazed your jawline and all the while he continued to pump himself inside of you. “I could never be just friends with a girl like you. Id be too busy thinking about fucking you.” 

Your body was taking over and as you grew more desperate for him, your hands went to grip at his back muscles. Your manicured nails caused him a brief jolt of pain but he enjoyed the sensitivity of it. 

Isagi’s voice shooting your name in the distance was a knife cutting through that euphoric sex filled daze the two of you had created. 

“Rin, we should stop before they find us,” you whispered. 

“I don’t stop until I’ve made you cum,” he responded, unconcerned. 

Let them find us, he thought. The idea was kind of appealing to him anyways. He was sure the two of your naked, wet, sweat-covered connected bodies rising and falling together would be quite a sight to see. 

“Rin!” you whined underneath him but your hips continued to buck up against his all the same, meeting his thrusts. 

In an effort to silence your protests he leaned forward and kissed you, his tongue licking the roof of your mouth. 

He knew he had won you over when your legs wrapped around his waist, bringing him closer and when the two of your lips broke apart, gasping for air your moans sounded almost like sobs from how he wasn’t letting up on you. 

Isagi’s voice sounded again but this time you didn’t feel as concerned. 

The taste of Rin had you feeling drunk with lust and you’d be lying if you said you truly wanted to stop.

Besides there was something undeniably sexy about almost being caught. 

Wanting to please Rin even more, you clenched your walls around his cock, the kegel exercises you had secretly done in the privacy of your room for years coming to use. 

He moaned your name and it felt so fucking good to have the Rin Itoshi at your mercy, the usually cold and detached striker was turning into putty before your eyes with only the moon as your witness. 

“Feels so good, and all for me,” he praised. 

He felt so close now, he had been surprised he had been able to last this long in the first place. He usually had no problem lasting a while as he was experienced but your soft and warm cunt cradled his cock so good like a perfect sleeve made just for him. 

“Rin-I’m I’m,” you stammered underneath him, too fucked out to say a coherent sentence.

“I know, I know,” he replied.

You felt your back arch and your toes curl as the anticipated orgasm began to build. 

Rin was barely holding on, his long black bangs slicked with sweat matting to his forehead. You could feel his blood rushing through his cock in a pulsating fashion beating away inside of you. 

You know you had told him before that you weren’t on protection but now your body couldn’t release him. 

What’s the worst that could happen anyway? 

‘Rin would surely drive into town to get me a morning after pill, he would make a good father at any rate… ‘

‘If I cum in her I’ll be the first to ever do so, she’ll belong to me..’

“Rin, inside-“ you shouted, tightening your legs around him even more and bringing him closer. 

“Fuck,” he shouted almost simultaneously. Suddenly, you felt his warm fluids filling you up as you came crashing down from your orgasm coating him in your own white paint. 

The two of you lay there, bodies still connected and catching your breath. 

To Rin you looked amazing with the tears of pleasure from your orgasm rolling down your face.

He had a motto: the eyes had to be as wet as the pussy by the time you’re done, otherwise there are still peaks to reach. 

He bent forehead kissing you softly this time, your sweet tears intermingling with the taste.

“You did good, such a good girl for me,” he cooed once your kiss  had broken apart. 

You shivered now that the high from your orgasm has died down, you were reminded of the fact that you were outside by the lake. 

Rin reluctantly pulled out of you and handed you your swimsuit. 

“Come back to my cabin with me,” he said as he watched you dress yourself. 

“I’m supposed to be bunking with Bachira and Isagi,” you replied though his request made your cheeks flush. 

“So? I have my own lodging, we can be alone and I have better amenities than those two,” he said pulling his own swim trunks on. 

Truth was he wanted your warmth with him. Already he was starting to feel a sense of protectiveness about you, a sort of yearning he hadn’t felt before. His palms were sweaty and it had nothing to do with the physical and everything to do with the mental as he waited for your response. 

“Hey I finally found you guys what are you two doing out here?” Isagi’s voice interrupted as he walked up to the two of you. 

The air smelt of sex and the two of you were frazzled.

Isagi’s Indigo eyes shifted from you to Rin, he had always been very perceptive. 

“Y/N, tell me you didn’t,” Isagi said, his voice concerned.

You didn’t answer him and instead said something about being cold and wanting to go back to the cabin to get changed. 

Isagi took off his jacket and gave it to you, and Rin felt flames of anger conjuring up at the sight of you in another man’s clothing. 

“Let’s head back,” Isagi said to you, not even looking at Rin. As the two of you walked away he heard Isagi scolding you: “really him?”  

All the same you turned to look at Rin over your shoulder giving him a small smile. 

Isagi was right, you weren’t like the others. 

You were different, you were softer, genuine, warm and the only woman that had made him feel desperate and like a young man experiencing his first crush. 

You were definitely not like the others, but like the others you succumbed to him all the same. Later that night, you snuck into his cabin while everyone else slept and ended up arched over his bed, face wet with tears and buried into a pillow as the familiar sound of smacking skin filled the camp grounds, your dark silhouettes moved in rhythmic motions, and you felt the breath from his moans on your back.

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @loveyouanyway @tizniz @theotherbuckley @diazsdimples 💖

got back to my bucktommy post-7x05 smut (that's a continuation of a fic that apparently I posted over a month ago?? I gotta get on it lmao)

have a lil bit I just wrote haha (yes, they're only at the point of taking their shirts off and we're at 3.7k 🙈 why is my smut always this fucking long jfc)

prev snippet

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"There’s no rush.” Tommy smiles, as he dives in for a kiss, grinding his hips against Buck’s, and oh, at this angle it feels even better. “Let me make you feel good first.” Tommy whispers with another roll of his hips. 

“As long as you do it naked.” Buck responds, and Tommy laughs again, warm and affectionate, if a little breathless. Then, he sits up and slides his shirt off, throwing it somewhere on the floor. Buck’s hands immediately land on his skin.

“Better?” Tommy asks, quirking an eyebrow. 

“Uh-huh, so much better.” Buck nods, eyes scanning the expanse of Tommy’s naked chest, as his hands slowly move all over the skin, caressing the sides, gently running his fingers over the burn scar on his ribs, Tommy’s breath hitching in surprise, but when Buck looks into his eyes, he only sees affection and desire. He has his fair share of scars, too, and he knows how vulnerable showing them might be – because yeah, some people might think the scars are cool or hot or whatever, but no one wants to think about how they got there, or wants to be there to witness it, because it freaks them out. But they both get it, get the dangers of the job, and maybe one day they can share stories about their scars, both mental and physical – Buck would love to hear all about everything that made Tommy who he is now. With time, at some point, it is their second date, after all. So now he just smiles, reassuring, and moves up to press his lips against the scar gently. Tommy’s face melts into something soft. But then Buck’s leaning back again, hands back to traveling over the expanse of Tommy’s chest, going up to his pecs, shoulders, down his arms, and up his back. God, there’s just so much of him.

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[amnignsity]

Truly...

MDI!!!!

Dom!Han Jisung x Switch!F!Reader x Sub!Kim Seungmin. Mentions of pegging, bxb, begging, good boy(seungmin), Slight BDSM, overstimulation, cvck ring, s3x recording, kinda mentioning giving head(male), nicknames ( my love, sir, pretty), polythrouple.

All three are over 23 no underage hanky pankey here, not on my watch.

Dom Han who would literally tie you up on a chair while making you watch him toy with seungmin while being handcuff on your shared bed.

Sub Seungmin who let you overstimulate and pegging him over and over again until his legs shake and unable to walk until for the next day or so.

Dom Han who would have you bend over while covering your mouth with his hands to make sure seungmin gets his rest.

Sub Seungmin who would literally beg on his knees just for you to start bouncing on his cock until he can't cum anymore.

Dom Han who would literally smack your ass while pulling your hair as he thrusts his cock into you while seungmin just records the whole thing with a cock ring over his cock dripping in pre-cum not being able to cum due to him running his mouth over at an interview and not listening to Han when he told him to stop.

Sub Seungmin who gets bratty at one point when you were at a friend's house making you pop and nerve and kindly use one of your closest friends bathroom while they play games as you pull him inside grabbing his chin while making him look at himself in the mirror as you play with his cock but stopping every time he was about to cum and just leaving him a twitching mess with pre-cum dripping down his redden cock.

Dom Han who is literally so gently with you two whenever you guys try something new and would always make sure to lube himself up and make sure to pull multiple orgasms out of you two before letting himself cum.

Sub Seungmin who makes sure you two get the best heads of your lives since you two had a stressful day and him being the good boy that he is wants all your stress to go away as he gets on his knees using his hands and tongue to get you both drunk in pleasure.

Dom Han who gives you both the best aftercare with multiple kiss and gentle caressing over your sensitive bodies while preparing you both a bath and grabbing new pairs of bedsheets to change ruined one so that you two can lay comfortably later.

Sub Seungmin who cuddles with you and Han after a session liking to be the big spoon of you two while he feels contented with both of his lovely partners in his arms while he slowly drifts off to his dreams.

Dom Han who gets mistaken for being a sub due to his babygirl attitude as he just smiles over person who said it just letting them have their own thoughts but never letting them know that he likes having you folded in half fucking in the dorms while the others are asleep hands over your thighs telling you not to make a noise or else and seungmin crying while he makes him bounce up and down, again and again on his cock that disappears completely inside of seungmin each time holding his neck and his other hand over seungmin's tiny waist to make him a complete mess then afterwards sending it to you who was currently being on vacation.

"Seungmin was missing you baby...Look at him begging for you~"

"A-ah~...F-fuck..I-..miss you so much..Pretty...ah..p-please come...home~ ngh-"

Sub Seungmin who makes people intimidated by his big figure and blank look being a sarcastic individual who almost wins every argument made against him making him somewhat dominant in a way but never letting them know how much he loves crying for you hugging you so closely giving you his biggest puppy eyes with drool dripping down his chin as you make him cum for the third time of the night and Han who gets to see him on his knees when he comes back home from work at the studio being so obedient for Han fucking his mouth wanting the older to use him however he pleases since he's been craving him from the very start of their comeback.

"S-so...ah~...sexy above me...my love~..please don't...a-ah~..stop..i love...you~..."

"I'll be good for you, sir...please...i need you so bad...Want you..I wanna please you..."

>Authors note - Currently questioning if I'm on my ovulating cycle or nah cause I'm cramping but at the same time nothings coming but I've craving to give a bj...Next ones probably gonna something like that ¦D.

Hope you guys like this! And I probably got a little too comfy but it's cool.

Might have some grammar mistakes ¦>

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