#and he's gonna be grunting and panting and sweating and oh god i might moan a little

[starmocha]

how am i supposed to concentrate on work when we're getting the missionary sex position with caleb as our workout time with him

[cjlouwho]

Tommy just isn’t a bottom though it’s crazy to me that people force him to be just to match their weird ass fantasy.

I'm gonna make him bottom even harder now!!!

Continuation from this little guy

"Oh God, yeah, yeah, like that, Evan, fuck!"

"We- we're supposed t- to be talking," Buck stuttered, hooking Tommy's legs over his shoulders to get a better angle.

"We, mhm, we did. Good talk, ohmygodyes, good talk." Tommy brought his hands to Buck's sides, gripping him and pulling him in harder, faster. "Can you, uh-huh, kiss me, please?"

Who was Buck to deny him that? He leaned down, nearly bending Tommy in half, and pressed their lips together, licking his way into Tommy's mouth.

He couldn't thrust into him as hard at this angle, his movements short and sharp, but Tommy didn't seem to mind from the sounds he was making.

Sounds that drove Buck absolutely insane. He'd heard them a little in the supply closet, had to try and keep him quiet then, but he didn't have to do that now. And even with Buck's tongue halfway down Tommy's throat, Tommy managed to grunt and whine and nearly fucking purr with every movement Buck made.

"Shit, Tommy," Buck panted, resting his forehead against Tommy's. "I- I never heard you like this before."

"I miss- oh, fuck- I missed you, Evan."

Damn it, Buck was not going to cry right now. He didn't care how misty his eyes were getting, he would not cry. He lifted himself back up, staring into Tommy's eyes. They were wet too, red-rimmed with tears he was also unwilling to shed.

"I missed you too." He dropped Tommy's legs off his shoulders and, in one swift movement, rolled them over until Tommy was on top.

The movement buried Buck even deeper inside him, and Buck nearly came at the sight of Tommy's eyes rolling back in his head.

"Work for it," Buck demanded. He wrapped his hand around Tommy's cock and slowly, so fucking slowly, began to jerk him off.

Tommy shivered at the touch, at the words, at Buck's cock hitting right against his prostate every time he so much as moved an inch.

"I won't l- last long," Tommy admitted, a blush rising over his sweat-slick skin. God, Buck wanted nothing more than to lick the sweat off every inch of his body. He'd make a mental note to do that later.

Because there would be a later.

Tommy lifted up until the head of Buck's cock was all that was left inside him, then he slammed himself back down. Once, twice, three times, and he was coming all over both Buck and himself.

It didn't take long for Buck to follow after him, coming deep inside him for the second time that night.

Tommy nearly collapsed on top of Buck, their sticky bodies practically melding into one.

After a couple minutes of silence, Buck turned his head to the side and pressed a kiss against Tommy's temple. "You wanna get up?" he asked. "So I can get us a rag?"

"Can you just... stay in me?" Tommy replied, point blank. He bit down at Buck's pulse point, just enough to tease, then licked against it to soothe the skin. "Stay in me until your hard," he whispered, "and then fuck me again," he kissed along his neck, "and again," along his jaw, "and again," he punctuated the last one by clenching around Buck's dick, moaning against his lips. "Please, Evan."

"Holy shit," Buck breathed out. He wrapped his arms around Tommy's back and held onto him tight. "Holy shit, you're gonna kill me. B- but yeah, yeah I can do that."

Tommy smiled, resting his weight over Buck. "Want you in me forever, Evan." He spoke the words like a secret. A promise.

And while it might not be possible to physically remain connected to him for the rest of their lives, in this moment, Buck never felt more determined to figure out a way to do it.

[chamomiletealeaf]

imagine laying down with Soap watching TV and snaking your hand into his boxers and just nonchalantly stroking it

MHM MHM

You'd act like nothing's happening either.

Warnings: handjob, Soap being whiney, reader teasing Soap, dom/sub dynamics

The TV lights up the room as the frames on screen go from one to the next as you and your boyfriend Johnny watch a movie. It was one of those lazy Sundays and you two had spent the whole day snuggling with one another.

Soap sits there with his shirt off, beefy biceps and hairy chest and torso on display, the lighting of the room exaggerating the divots of his abdomen.

He looked fucking hot, to say the least.

You look up at him and then drag your eyes down his body, which he notices and laughs at your desperation.

"See something you like bonnie?" He asks, and you smile.

"Not sure what you're getting at Johnny. Just lookin'." You tease.

He looks down at you, perky tits showing through his shirt you're wearing and your thighs and ass being squeezed perfectly by the tiny pajama shorts you have on.

He leans down to kiss you and you kiss him back, both of you trying to ignore the heat stirring deep in your cores.

He pulls back to play with the hem of your excuse for shorts and chuckles.

"What's so funny?" You ask with a smile.

"Nothin' bonnie, just, you look adorable." He says, dragging his hand up into the pant hole of your shorts to grip your thigh making you giggle.

"We're gonna miss the movie." You say.

It's a movie you've both seen a million times, so you know that's not true.

You both go back to watching the movie, but after about 10 minutes you slide your hand over Johnny's thick cock obstructed by his sweats.

He hisses and bucks his hips up.

"Fuck- what are you up to ya cheeky lass." He whispers in your ear.

"What?" You look at him while you palm him over his sweats.

"What are you talking about baby?" You say with innocent doe eyes, and he scoffs with disbelief.

"Don't fuck- don't play fucking dumb lass you're palming my cock and if you don't stop soon I'm gonna have to shove your face into this couch and fuck that wee cunt raw." He growls in your ear and you bite your lip to hold back a whimper.

You feel like playing with fire tonight, so you remove your hand, getting him to think you're gonna stop (which he doesn't actually want you to do anyway), but then you smirk and run your hand down his happy trail to then shove your hand in his boxers and squeeze his leaking cock.

"Fuck." Johnny moans, throwing his head back.

You sit up on your knees and rest your head in the crook of his neck while you continue to jerk him off.

"What's the matter sweetie? What's got you so pent up?" You say biting his earlobe.

Johnny whimpers as you run your thumb over his slit and his eyes roll back for a moment.

You smirk and grab his face, turning him towards you so your foreheads touch. You run your thumb over the blush painting his cheeks pink as he pants like a dog.

"Hmm your face is so warm and flushed baby. Might have a fever or something. You feeling ok?" You continue your teasing with a fake pout, acting like you're not fisting his cock under his sweats.

"S- stop being cheeky you minx." He huffs through gritted teeth.

You then giggle and latch your lips onto his neck, slowly running your tongue over his little sweet spot under his jaw as you speed up the movement of your hand pumping his cock.

Johnny is a whining and panting mess as he babbles out how he's gonna get you back for this, but the way he pathetically whimpers them out contradicts the sternness of his words.

"Ah- mhm- God you're not gonna be able to fuckin' think after I pin you down and fuck you nice and rough the way you like it after this hm? Ah- fuck just like that don't stop." He curses and grunts, trying to sound frustrated.

You stop sucking on his neck and press your cheek to his to look down at the wet spot he's made in his pants. Still on your knees next to him with your tits squished against his chest.

"Oh I'm sure you will sweetie. But for now lemme see you cum for me baby. Make a mess for bonnie hm?" You brush off his promises to get you back despite the way it makes your pussy flutter and you tease him with the little nickname he has for you.

"Mhm..Mhm..Mhm.." Johnny muffles his approval through a bitten bottom lip, encouraging you to continue as you both keep your eyes fixated on your hand moving under the fabric of his gray sweatpants, cheeks still pressed together.

Then, Johnny grips your wrist and moans breathily as he bucks his hips up, the light gray patch from his pre cum on the front of his pants turning into a much bigger and darker one as he stains the inside of them with his cum. His cum drips over your hand as some leaks onto his lower abdomen.

"Ooh yeah Johnny just like that. Look at you cummin' all nice and pretty for me."

You keep your hand inside his pants as you turn to kiss his cheek, his chest heaving as he catches his breath.

You giggle at his breathlessness, pride swelling your chest knowing only you can make your big bad soldier melt this way.

"Come here." He growls, gripping your face to smash his lips against yours hungrily, tongue licking against yours.

"Better go clean up, best part of the movie is coming up." You say with a smile as you finally remove your hand from his ruined sweats to stand up.

Johnny catches you before you get away pulling you back down onto the couch by your hips, making you yelp.

"Oh no bonnie." Johnny says, gripping your jaw.

"I have a promise to fulfill." He smirks.

And this time, your clueless doe eyes were genuine for the first time tonight and your shocked expression turned into a matching smile.

The rest of the movie was forgotten as you spend the rest of the night with Johnny fucking up into you in a full Nelson on the couch giving you more orgasms you thought were possible, and he was right: by the end of the movie you didn't have a single thought in your brain other than Johnny.

[yuqiune]

Silver Tongue

Giving head to the boys with a tongue piercing

☆ Contains: Blowjobs, handjob, hair pulling, male whimpering, use of honey, facial, spit, swallowing

𖹭 A/n: This might be my favorite work yet, idk I just feel proud of this

𖹭 don't read if uncomfortable

Keeho:

He didn't think it would feel so good. You've given him head before but this new piercing had him seeing stars. He was groaning and tugging on your hair, the contrast between your cold tongue and his heated dick made him feel like he could cum down your throat in that moment "Ooh, like that- god princess" you moan around his cock. He saw nothing but white after his cum shot down your throat, his fingers scratching your scalp. Keeho saw in abosule bliss watching you swallow him fully, some of his sperm leaking from the corner of your mouth, you swipe it and lick it up. He found out that night he had a new kink, piercings were fucking hot.

Theo:

You knew he wasn't the most experimental person in the world but you really wanted to try it out. It took a lot of begging, like a LOT. If he knew having a piece of silver up and down his dick would feel as out worldly as it did right now, he would have said yes to you faster. Was it the third time? Forth? He lost count as the first time he came on your tongue. The way you looked up at him with your mouth stuffed, choking down on him, all the way to his v line made him dazed. After he came, he was still in pure Bliss, your hand pumping every last drop of his cum out of him. When you locked eyes with him and stuck out your tongue, showing him your piercing shining from his cum and your saliva, he swore he felt his balls twitch at the sight.

Jiung:

It all started from honey. You and ji were eating some sweets and you got some honey on your chin, you whipped it and licked it off your finger. You didn't noticed that your boyfriend was watching the whole thing. Naturally, you guys ended up in the bed room but what you didn't expect, especially jiung, was a bottle of honey to come along with your both. He didn't expect to find your sliver tongue covered in honey so hot. You didn't mind showing him it covered in something else. You dribble some honey on the sides of cock and slowly lick it up, locking eyes with him. Jiung felt a cold sweat at the sight "oh shit.." he no idea what he got himself in to with this. He blanked out as his accidentally cum on your face, it felt so good he almost forgot to apologize. He glup when he saw you lick the substance of honey and his cum around your mouth, using your thumb to push more into your mouth. Jiung felt himself get hard again, it was gonna be a long night.

Intak:

He was the one begging you for head, he wanted to know what it would feel like on him. Intak was the one begging you "Come on baby, just one time, please" how could you say no to him. He held your hair in his hand as you swirl your tongue around him, the cold jewelry making him moan. I heavily believe that he whimpers. Intak is definitely panting and Crying your name as his eyes rolls back, his hand tugging on your hair "God- Baby- So good" he pants like a dog in the hot sun, precum leaking from your mouth and down his dick, pulling around his v line. He had a tight hold on your hair. He started thrusting his hips up unintentionally, his cock hitting the back of your throat,making you grunt and moan from the feeling. He let out the prettiest whimper you ever heard as you felt his warm seed shot down your throat, the sound making your panties cling to your clit from the wetness. Intak was completely stripped of cum and fully whipped for your piercing.

Soul:

He was always fond of your piercing, making you stick your tongue out to look at it or starting make outs just to feel it against his own tongue. Trust he felt butterflies when you kissed down his stomach and undo his belt and zipper. You teased him, licking over his v line and kissing around his erection. Soul felt himself evaporated when you took him whole, a shudder went down his back and his mouth agape. The cold sliver running over his heated erection and sensitive tip was making his head spin. His mouth was stuck open, a small line of drool trailed down the corner of his mouth, moans and whines leaking like his tip. The way your tongue painted his twitching cock was overwhelming pleasure. It felt like his skin was on fire, his warm semen was soothing to your throat as it filled your mouth, he choked up a moan feeling you gulps around him. Wait until he founds out your piercing can vibrate.

Jongseob:

He bit his lip as his watched you slowly kiss down his chest to his stomach, taking very slow kiss over his happy trail "God, you're so beautiful" he breathes out tilting his head back. The ball of your piercing carefully goes over his cock. You hover your tongue over his tip, your saliva runs over your piercing, down the tip of your tongue and onto his inflammed erection. He felt his entire body twitch, seeing you literally drool over his dick made him more hard than he already was. He pushed your head down, impatient and needing to feel that piercing on him already. You quickly whipped your tongue around and over his dick as he thrusted his hips into you, pushing his length deeper down your throat. You moaned feeling his ball slap against his chin, his tip tapping your throat, making you gag on him. Jongseob was yanking on your hair, his deep voice erupting in groans and moans. It didn't take long for his cum to fill your throat. You lifted your head from his cock and slowly spit his sperm back onto his cock, using your hand to spread it up and down on his length and licking the rest off your hand. His tip started to leak again "round two?"

[odetodilfs]

hii can you pls do a quickie fic where hopper is late and is about to leave for work, but reader has been teasing him since he woke up so hopper decides to rail reader in his uniform

Gotta make this quick

First of all sorry for taking long, I had a very busy week, anyway enjoy!! Pairings: Jim Hopper x M! reader Warnings: Rough sex

It was just another day, you woke up in Hopper’s arms as you both lazily started waking up and getting out of bed, both not wanting to wake up, “I don’t wanna wake up” Hopper whined, “Don’t be a baby, Jim” you said, “Now go shower, I’ll make you breakfast” he was honestly such a big baby sometimes, “Ugh fine” he said, going to the shower, oh god, you were horny again, Hopper could always make you horny, he was just so hot and it was unbelievable you had him to yourself.

You got breakfast ready, just toast and butter, the way Hopper liked it with his coffee, “Mornings are for coffee and contemplation” he always says, and you definitely followed that phrase, you drank your coffee as you contemplated him. 

But Hopper was taking very long, so you went upstairs to come get him, you opened the door and walked in on him combing his hair, “Hop, food’s gonna cool” you complained, “Coming coming” only then did you see his hard cock, fuck, it was gonna be so hard to not be begging for it. 

Hopper finally went downstairs as he started eating his breakfast, you sat next to him and you couldn’t resist touching him. You teased him in so many ways as the man ate his breakfast and by the time he had almost finished there was a significant lump on his leg which suggested he might be enjoying this too… you started lightly nibbling on his neck, “Baby- what’s up with you?” he said, as he finished his last sip of coffee, you decided to tell him the truth, how horny you were, “I’m horny, Hop” you said, getting on your knees, he looked up at you in his uniform, he looked so powerful… you wanted him to leave you unable to walk, “But I need to hurry up” he said, obviously wanting to fuck you as well, 

“And I need you in me, please, Jim, please!!” you moaned as you grinded on his hard cock, “Let’s get this over with then, quickly,” he said, as he took you in his arms and placed you on the kitchen counter.

Hopper took his dick out of his pants and smeared lube all over it, there was a bottle of lube almost everywhere in the house since he could fuck you anywhere he pleased, “Fuck- Jim-” you said as he slid his dick in you, “Mind if I’m  a bit rough baby? Gotta hurry,” he said, “Be as rough as you want baby-” you moaned and he immediately started fucking you hard, kitchen counter shaking with his vigorous thrusts and you screamed as the intense pleasure only he could give you spread around your body in ripples.

Hopper looked at the clock, realizing he was running late, but he was already too caught up in your ass to pull out, so he kept fucking you, in 2 minutes, you’d already came all over yourself, keeping your dick out of Hopper’s uniform’s range so you couldn’t stain it with cum, “Don’t get that on my uniform” he grunted, “Fuck me, chief” you said, and that awoke something in him, he started rutting into you, almost breaking you.

He sped up his thrusts, he was fucking you faster and harder than he ever had, and a second orgasm erupted from you, your cum stainign your shirt all over, Hopper’s uniform now with sweat in the underarms and around the neck. Hopper suddenly moaned and thrust one last time, that last thrust so hard you could swear something fell off the table, but you didn’t care anyway, as Hopper’s dick twitched inside you as his cum flooded your guts. He sighed as he pulled his dick out of you, his cum leaking out of your ass and kissed you, “I’ll take care of you when I’m back home baby, okay?” he said as he hugged you tenderly but hurriedly, “Okay darling” you said, “thank you” “You’re welcome, be back at 5 okay? Love you” “Love you too, have a good day!!” you said as he left for work, knowing you’d be back on his dick as soon as he got back…

[daddyyy88]

Just sex | Jamie Campbell Bower x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 1.8k

warnings: smut, Jamie’s a bit of an ass hole, ?

Just sex. It was only supposed to be sex. That’s all. You and Jamie both had no time to go out and find someone else so you two started sleeping with each other when you needed some relief. No one had feelings for the other, it was just sex.

But then, he met a girl.

Bouncing on his dick in reverse cowgirl, you couldn’t maneuver your hips properly to stimulate yourself well enough to make you orgasm so eventually you gave up and you were just trying to make him cum. All your moans were not real and were forced just so he wouldn’t know you weren’t feeling it.

You were so stressed lately, especially in regards to your relationship with Jamie. You could feel him pulling away and spending his time with a girl he recently met. It was making it hard to focus when you had sex, and you had faked at least 3 orgasms in the last month.

“Mmh…Jamie- oh god!” You said and clenched your pussy, trying to pretend like you were close. He squeezed your hips, grunting softly and muttering curses. You panted softly, squeezing his balls as you forced a whimper, moaning softly.

“Oh- oh fuck! Y/n- shit!” He said, squeezing his eyes shut. He started to roll his hips slightly, gripping your thighs tight. You groaned, rubbing your own clit as some final effort to have even a soft orgasm.

“Babe- babe! Shitshitshit- fuck I’m cumming! I’m cumming- yea, yea just like that!” He said and you faked an orgasm at the same time, regretting the fact that you let him finish inside since he didn’t even deserve it.

Once you “calmed down” from the “mind-blowing orgasm” you slowly slipped him out of you, laying down next to him. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, wiping the sweat from your forehead and scoffing slightly as you felt his cum slip out of you.

“We uh…we’re gonna have to stop doing this” he said and you looked over at him. You raised an eyebrow and said “this girl I’m talking to…I really like her. I think me and her might have a chance at something”

“Oh….right- right, of course, yea. It was just sex anyways, right? Who cares?” You said, looking away slightly. He chuckled and said “but for the time being…” You looked back over and he was hard again.

You rolled your eyes and he smirked. “Come on, get on your hands and knees for me. Last one, I promise” he said and you fought back slightly, claiming you’d be overstimulated but really it would just ache from him abusing your pussy and it wasn’t even worth it since you weren’t having orgasms.

You got in position and he slipped in, groaning in pure bliss. You faked some moans, tears filling your eyes as he thrusted into you. You knew it was inevitable, him ending things with you. But still, you didn’t think it would happen this soon.

Still, you let him have you just like he wanted and nearly kicked him in the face when you got close and then he changed the angle. You kept drawing it out as long as possible, telling him you were close for at least 5 minutes before you faked the orgasm. You didn’t want this to end, you really fucking didn’t.

Once he fell asleep you left, crying the entire way home. You didn’t want to have to shower, and wash his smell off of you. You still did, but you couldn’t stop crying. You loved him. You loved him so goddamn much you couldn’t handle it.

You took some days off of work and when you went back you tried to avoid Jamie as much as possible. You got to your trailer as fast as you could so no one would see you break down when he brought his new girl for everyone to meet.

You just weren’t ready to let him go, and now with this new girl he probably regrets having sex with you in the first place. Filming eventually ended and you finally had time to properly get over him and feel better about the whole situation.

You thought by the time the premiere came you wouldn’t feel as you did all those months ago, but oh how you were so very wrong. As soon as you saw him tears tried to fill your eyes but thanks to being an actor you knew how to stop it.

He didn’t have that girl with him which surprised you, you figured they would’ve announced it since they’ve been together 6 or 7 months now. He tried to come up to you but you managed to find a way to avoid him before he got to you and thank god you did.

You went out with some friends after that came to support, and it’s just your luck that Jamie went to the same bar. You tried to hide the whole night but he saw you at some point but you went to the bathroom to avoid him even more.

You knew hearing his voice would just make you cry and you did not want him to see you cry over something so stupid. You eventually snuck out to your car and took a few deep, shaky breaths.

It was just sex, so why were you so attached to him? Why couldn’t you bear to even look at him? You felt a tear roll down your cheek and you whimpered, you really didn’t want to cry.

You started your car and drove home, tears rolling down your cheeks the whole time. You changed and wiped off your makeup, simply wanting to forget about him.

But of course the asshole showed up at your doorstep. “Jamie…” you said, he smiled and you shook your head. You took a deep breath and said “what are you doing here?” “Just��wanted to see you” he said and you looked down.

“Yea, I’ve been busy. We didn’t even hang out much before we started having sex either” you said and he sighed. He looked you up and down, your thick thighs hugged by your shorts, boobs nearly spilling out of your tank top.

He smiled again and you said “you’re drunk, Jamie. Go home,” “I’m not drunk. I swear, look I can walk in a straight line and everything” he said, walking down the hallway a little and then back. You rolled your eyes and said “what do you want?”

“I miss you, y/n,” he said, brushing your hair out of your face. He smirked and you pulled his hand away from you as you said “no, Jamie. I don’t have time for this. You have a girlfriend anyways”

“No…No I- I don’t” he said and took a deep breath, putting his hands in his pockets. You glared at him as you said “okay, well you can’t just come running back for sex when you're bored. I’m not gonna let you use me. Besides, you’re the one who ended things”

“Now I want to start them back up again,” he said, eyes softening. You couldn’t lie, even though you were mad at him and he made you want to cry just looking at his gorgeous face, you were still trying to rub your thighs together to relieve the ache. God, you’d never felt so horny since you stopped having sex with Jamie.

“How do I know you aren’t just her for a quick fuck and that I’ll still see you a few days or a week or two from now again” you said and he groaned, getting impatient. He cupped your cheeks and kissed you, taking a deep breath. He moved one hand and brought you in closer by the waist.

He kissed you passionately and you gasped, placing your hands on his chest. He’d never kissed you before. Never. Simply because it was just sex. He didn't need to kiss you to have sex. Of course he’d kissed your body during sex but you’d never made out or anything like that.

“Jamie- Jamie, stop! What are you doing?” You asked and pulled away, backing up against the wall. He shook his head and said “I…I love you, y/n” you gasped slightly, eyes widnening a little.

You sighed and said “yea, and unicorns are real” “y/n, I’m serious! I didn’t- I- I thought that if I got involved with another woman that I could forget or make the feelings go away. It- it didn’t work and let me tell you she was not happy about it” he said and chuckled, but you stood there with a pout on your face, tears welling in your eyes.

He reached forward, cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears away. He sighed and said “please, believe me when I tell you this. I am in love with you, y/n. I know I haven’t always acted like it and I know I haven’t been treating you well, but I promise I can and I will make it up to you”

“You really hurt me, Jamie” you said, looking him in his eyes. Those crystal blue eyes softened, tears running down his cheeks as well now. He bit his lip and said “I know, love. You didn’t deserve it. And I don’t deserve you, but please…please just give me another chance. I swear you won’t regret it”

You nodded and he smiled a little, still on the verge of sobbing as you still held a broken look on your face. You whimpered and pushed him against the wall, kissing him with force. He took a deep breath and cupped your waist and hip, kissing you back.

You slowly started to take off his belt and he pulled away, stopping you. “Hey, hey no. Now is not that time for that. Having sex right now isn’t a good idea, y/n” Jamie said and you groaned. You unbuckled his belt and he grabbed your hands, pulling them off.

“Babe, no. We’re both mentally in shambles at the moment, sex isn’t gonna make it better” he said and you sighed, resting your hands on his chest. You sighed shakily and said “I thought that’s what you wanted….to start sleeping together again”

“What? Y/n, you’re worth way more than the just sex. You do know that, right? I don’t just want sex I want to love you” he said and you took a deep breath. He kissed your head and said “don’t ever think so little of yourself. You don’t deserve to be treated like a sex toy. You deserve to be treated like a wife, like a princess, baby. You deserve to be taken care of and loved”

“Yea?” You said and he nodded, looking into your eyes. He kissed you softly and you smiled, feeling his strong hands squeeze your sides to keep you from leaving. You pulled away, both of you wearing the goofiest grins on your faces.

Taglist: @Ima1986

As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

Jamie Bower

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Eddissy

Maya Hawke

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Lo’ak

Neteyam

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and l'll add you :)

[nctsplug02]

nooooo i need more nerdy yn and jock jaehyun please 😩

[5:39am]

genre: smut, fluff and angst.

warnings: car sex, unprotected sex, swearing, spanking, praising, degrading, pet names such as; baby and love

beep!

you and jaehyun pull away and laugh hysterically when hearing the horn of his car honk.

you pat your ass while shaking your head. “my butt— im sorry.” you apologize bringing your lips back to his. “‘s okay, baby.” his tongue fighting with yours as he tries to speak.

jaehyuns large hands placed on your hips, pushing them back and forth on his harden crotch. your moans stuttering as pleasure comes along. “o—oh, jae.” you gasp, hands pushing at his chest.

jaehyun grinning up at you with his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “god, baby— gonna cum in my pants just from this.” he grunts out, looking at at his sweats and seeing a huge splotch of wetness caused from you.

“feels so good.” you moan, eyes rolling, and mouth opened ajar—

ring ring. ring ring. ring ring.

“fuck.” jaehyun groans in annoyance when hearing his cell go off.

“ignore it.” you pant, but jaehyun stops pushing at your hips. “it might be my mom, baby.” he reaches over and grabs his phone from the cup holder.

“fuck,” he sighs, head falling back when seeing the ID. “it’s haechan.” he picks up.

he places the phone against his ear. “yes? i’m a bit busy— hh, fine. send me the address.” jaehyun says with defeat in his voice.

he hangs up and throws the phone onto the passenger seat. “what’s wrong, jae?” you ask while jaehyun rubs his creased forehead. “haechan is stuck at his girlfriends house and needs a ride so we gotta go pick him up.” you sigh, laying your back on the wheel and then climbing over to the passenger seat.

haechan lifts his head when seeing the black mercedes pull up in front of him. he rolls the window down a bit and says a quick, “back.”

“thanks, jae— woah, you brought a date again? who’s she?” haechan sticks his head between the front seats. “haechan, sit back and put your seatbelt on. i’m not trying to get pulled over cause of you.” haechan does a mocking face and sits back, seat belting himself in.

haechan being the nosy person he is, extends the seatbelt and sits up between the seats again. “so like.. i’m haechan.. what’s your name?” you glance back at him before staring back at the window.

“um—“

“—don’t worry about her, haechan. she’s just a quickie, she’s not really anything. so stop asking questions.” haechan scoffs and sits back again.

“—yeah, see you later, haechan. and stop getting into trouble!” jaehyun rolls his window up when seeing haechan going inside safely.

“finally. now, should we pull into another random area again?” jaehyun asks but not response whatsoever.

“baby?” your arms crossed and body faced towards the window. “baby?” he shakes your legs but yet again, no response.

he drives a bit until finding an empty area where he then parks the car and shuts the engine off.

“baby.” he says this time without confusion in his tone. “what’s wrong? why aren’t you speaking to me?” he tries looking at you when hearing a faint sniffle. “baby.” he attempts to pull on your arm but fails. “baby, answer me, please?“

you turn around slowly, a faint pout in your lips. “baby,” he frowns in a cooing tone. “what’s wrong?” he pulls on you and picks you up with no struggle.

he made it seem as if you were a feather.

“stop— jae.” you almost giggle at the action.

“look at me, baby.” you refuse until he demands it, this time making you look down at him. “why are you so upset, hm?” you open your mouth but close it.

“well,” you sigh, “when you were talking to haechan and telling him that i meant nothing.. kind of hurt my feelings.” you shrug, looking at the window.

jaehyun sighs, thumbs and hands rubbing your thighs. “baby, what i said about you to haechan was not true. it’s just..” he shrugs.

“is it cause you’re the popular jock who everyone loves and adores while i’m the “nerd” that everyone hates? okay— take me home, jae.” as you attempt to climb off his lap, he holds you down.

he holds your wrists and sighs. “stop. that is not what i was trying to say. please.” you roll your eyes looking at the passenger seat. “what we have is private. it’s between me and you, baby. just me and you.” his hands making yours press on his chest.

“just between us?” jaehyun nods.

“mm.. want your cock, please?” jaehyun laughs at the suddenness. “just like that?” you nod, scooting back and rubbing his hard bulge.

“getting off to me being mad?” jaehyun laughs and shyly nods. “you’re one sick bastard.” you lean down, pressing a firm kiss onto his lips. “i love being your sick bastard.” he grumbles.

quickly, you unbuckle his belt, his zipper, and pushing it down until it’s below his knees. “fuck, baby— gonna ride my dick?” you nod, pushing your panties off and dangling them above jaehyuns head.

“red? ooohh, fuck.” red, his favorite red panties you had. you had a whole collection of panties and bras which jaehyun had favorite ones out of each color.

he reaches to touch your lace panties but you tut causing him to stop. “just sit still, jae.” jaehyuns eyes on yours while you push your panties aside and lower yourself on his cock.

his tip pushing your lips apart. “oh, baby.” he moans, hands flying your hips and helping you down his cock. “god, you’re so wet.” he grunts, face scrunched up with pleasure. “all because of you.” you whisper then gasp when finally taking him in fully.

“so big.” you mumble, leaning forward and hugging his neck. “so big.” your whisper sounding more like a cry this time.

your hips, rocking and taking his cock in. jaehyun praising sweet nothings into your ear as you cry over his shoulder.

jaehyuns hands making the movement rough by slamming your hips down and pushing them faster. your legs giving out on you making you limp.

“jae, im tir— hh—“ your gasps filling up the car as jaehyun grips your ass and starts pounding into you. “sh, i got you, baby.” your eyes rolling and jaw dropped when feeling his cock hit the right spot.

“i.. oh my gosh— fuck, jae!” your back arching, pushing your chest against his, making his cock hit your g-spot repeatedly.

“fuck.. gonna cum, baby.” he sighs, hands moving to your waist and squeezing them. “yes— cum in me, jae— wanna have your baby..” he lets out a moan of satisfaction.

your dirty talk making him more desperate. his hips bucking up as he chases his high. “wait— jae.” you squeal when jaehyun slams his cock into yours and painting your walls with his cum.

your legs beginning to shake when his tip pushes against your g-spot. “oh.. oh, baby..” jaehyun groans softly, letting his cum sink inside you.

ping.

jaehyun doesn’t bother to look over at his phone, but you do.

you thought it was another girl from school asking for a ride to school—

school? shit, it’s seven AM.

“fuck, it’s already seven.” you sigh and jaehyun looks over at his phone, looking at the time and huffs. “who texted?” he asks, bringing his focus back onto you.

“haechan.” you reply.

“hhh, don’t answer.” you nod, locking his phone and tossing it aside. “he’s just gonna ask for a ride to school again.” you laugh. “doesn’t he live a few blocks away from them school?” jaehyun nods.

you lean down to jaehyun and you press a kiss on his lips. “you’re gorgeous.” he mumbles against your lips. “no, you are.” you giggle when he pokes your ribs.

“let’s stay home today, m’yeah?” you push his chest. “skip school? i cant, baby.” you shake your head. “oh, cmon baby. one day. just one.” you roll your eyes at his pouty lips.

“fine,” he cheers by slapping your ass several times. “but, only one day!” he shrugs. “one day is enough for me to fuck the shit out of you.” you gasp, smacking his chest.

[iwanttogivebirth]

As requested by many: the follow up

He squats deeply as he gripps the railing tightly causing his knuckles to turn white"Hnnnng oooh ooooh" he pants out, you kneel close to him "Do you need to push?" you ask trying your best to comfort him through his pain.

His face reddens with shame at the sight of everyone in the bus staring at him "Huuu huuu y-yes, ooooh god I hoped to make it home at least" he says as he prepares for another push, "I'll ask the driver to go to the nearest hospital" as soon as you stand up you feel him tugging your arm "P-please hnnnng no, n-no hospital" he says pleading.

You kneel next to him again "Okay don't worry, what's your name?" you ask rubbing his lower back "R-ryan" he says "Okay Ryan, I'll help you as best I can, do you want me to check your dilation?" you ask "N-no I feel the baby slipping into my b-birth canal".

You keep comforting Ryan as he prepares for another push "Hmmmmmmng ooh oh fuck" he says putting his hand over his pants "Please h-help me get these off", you don't esitate as you lower his drenched sweatpants, you can see below his soaked boxers that his cunt is begginning to bulge "These too?" You ask, he nods blushing.

As you lower his boxers you see his plump hairy lips begin to stretch as he pushes "Hmmmmmaaaah aaaah it burns" he cries out as he prepares for another push "Mmmnmmnnnnnnghhh" he groans as he pushes hard the head becoming visible. His hand starts massaging his sore lips.

"Do you want me to help you stretch?" you ask trying to hide your arousal, Ryan nods and your hand goes to his perineum to apply counter pressure. "Hnnnnnnnngaaaaaaah aaah goooood it feels like th-the baby's going r-rip me in half" he cries out as his baby crowns, his lips stretched to the max, if the baby was even a little bit bigger he would have torn.

As you look at Ryan's stretched lips you feel your heartbeat get faster, you desperately try to hide your arousal by wiping the sweat off your forehead, but hearing his pained grunts makes your breathing pick up as you put your shaky hands at the base of his battered cunt with the excuse of helping him stretch.

You put your other hand on Ryan's lips to help the stretch "Al-alright Ryan, I'm gonna n-need for you to push hard with the next contraction" you say with a nervous stutter, "O-okay" says Ryan with fear and pain in his voice as he prepares himself.

"HnnnnnmmmmAAAAAAAAAAAH Aaaah aaah" he yells as the head pops out with a gush of fluids, as he can't squat anymore he starts lying on his back "Th-there's no c-cord right?" he says with tears in his eyes as his hands cup the baby's head.

You give Ryan your hand for him to squeeze and say "N-no Ryan, whenever you wa-want to push go for it, the b-baby's almost o-out". You had almost forgotten that you were on a bus filled with people as you turn your head to see everyone looking at Ryan's battered cunt with the baby halfway out, some of them are even recording with their phone, you decide to ignore them and help him push his baby out.

You feel your hand being squeezed really hard as you turn around to see Ryan push with all his might "MMMMNNNAAAAH" he moans as the baby's shoulders pop out, you put your free hand on the baby to prepare to catch it.

"Okay Ryan th-the shoulders are out, one la-last push and you're going to b-be a dad" you say as Ryan's eyes begin to water and he prepares for his last push "Mnnnnnnnahhhh haaa haaa" he pants out as the baby slides out of his sore cunt, the remaining fluids spilling out after the baby. You take the baby and pass her to Ryan "Congrats Ryan you're a father to a beautiful baby girl" you say, he has tears spilling out of his eyes as he holds his daughter "Th-thank you" he says.

So I decided to make part 2 the 100 followers special, it's not much but I hope I made some of you horny hehe. Many thanks to @wannabedad for proof reading this and giving me some tips

[duskamethyst]

TW dark content but imagine the reader being trained by Nanami like Itadori is and one day the two are fighting a curse that happens to attack the reader leaving them just horny as fuck and all they can do is plead to Nanami about how they feel weird and need to be fucked and poor Nanami is so conflicted cause he’s supposed to be looking out for you but now he’s spreading your legs open as you’re crying little thank yous and it all feels so wrong but oh so right and I need Jesus

a/n: let me give a big fat kiss for u. u are very seggsy. i wanted to use sensei, but nanami wouldn't want to be referred as such. tagging @noritoshiikamo cus she was so excited for this.

warnings: dubcon, aphrodisiac, reader is in third year.

physical injuries are usually expected when you have to go head-to-head against a curse. nanami ended up unharmed but unfortunately, you received the final blow. yet what makes it peculiar is that there are no apparent wounds or marks left on your body.

both of you thought it's nothing too critical, seeing that you look and feel perfectly fine at the time but nanami urges that you should get medical care immediately just in case.

and all is well until you get inside the elevator of the eerie building.

the feeling is rather familiar, to be honest. yet, is odd for how overwhelming it is. you glance at nanami with your heart pounding in your ears, don't know whether to voice it out or not because it just feels too embarrassing.

the feeling surges through you quickly, becoming worse and unbearable as time passes– making you weak in the knees as sweat breaks out in a thin sheen across your body. much to your dismay, you can feel it immensely between your legs, causing you to uncomfortably rub your thighs together to relieve the ache.

nanami notices this and with concern in his voice, he asks you if you're alright.

"no.. i feel weird." you mutter, hands balling into tight fists as you try your hardest to fight against it.

nanami puts his hand across your forehead, eyes widening over how extremely warm you feel. "hold on. we'll get to the infirmary quickly. does it hurt anywhere?"

all inhibitions fly out the door as you want nothing more than feel better again. you know the exact remedy and you take his hand from your forehead and guide it down underneath your skirt. "here."

nanami looks startled and flushed and tries to pull his hand away but you tug him back by the wrist and begin to grind against his palm that's cupping your pussy.

"please, nanami– i really need you right now." you mewl, looking up at him with desperate tears prickling in your eyes.

nanami gulps, feeling your slick through the damp patch on your panties from beneath his skin. "i– don't think.. it's the curse earlier wasn't it?"

"mmh– yeah– no, i don't know." you sob. "b-but you're making it feel a little better."

you shift his hand slightly, forcing him to rub your clit as you grind harder on his fingers. his throat runs dry as he gazes at the hand being used to pleasure you, only snapping back to look at you when you start to whine.

"'s not enough."

all words abandon him as he watches you hoist up your skirt and reveal your sodden panties. before he can try to ask you to stop, you're already grabbing his fingers again and pulling your panties to the side before bringing two of them inside your sopping cunt.

"fuck– ah– nami, p-please." you moan as you seek for alleviation from his thick fingers.

nanami lets out a sharp breath. your warm and tight walls sucking him in cause his feelings and moral to waver. he knows that this isn't entirely considered as him taking advantage of his student, but he can't help but to feel ashamed for doing this with you, much more over the fact that his cock is throbbing inside his pants.

but you're now clutching onto him for dear life, panting heavily as you hide your face in his chest.

"we're not supposed to do this, you know? i'm your mentor." he whispers.

"but.. you're the only one who can help me now."

there's a hint of reluctance in his pace as he first pump his fingers in and out until your whines and the squelching noises begin to spur him on, causing him to fuck you with his fingers even more fervently.

"yesyesyes– that feels so good– faster."

nanami complies, the dense air making him light headed and before he even realizes it, he's already grabbing your jaw and pressing his lips onto yours, swallowing your moans as his tongue clashes with yours.

the thumb stroking your clit while his fingers curl and drag against your sensitive walls have you keening his name. the work of his fingers alone has your legs trembling and almost pushes you over the edge.

almost.

"need more." you whimper against his lips.

"w-what?"

you bring your hand down to his erection, rubbing it with your palm. "please."

"no, we shouldn't." he attempts to coax you through bated breaths. this kind of thing shouldn't happen between a mentor and his student. it's all so wrong. whatever you've inflicted with doesn't change that fact. "i think that's.. too much."

"need it, nanami." you place a gentle kiss on his lips and look at him pleadingly. "need you to fuck me."

nanami doesn't say anything as you fumble with his belt and his pants. even when he's certain he doesn't want this to happen, deep inside he knows that he's lying and the way you're just rubbing and palming his cock leads him to overlook his conscience.

"fuck." he sighs, loosening his tie and takes off his blazer.

you let out a yelp when nanami lifts you up and wraps your legs around his waist before leaning your back against the wall.

"just this time."

you nod your head profusely, eager to get filled as he rubs his tip against your wet slit, gathering slick before slowly sliding his cock inside you.

"mmh, nami– thank you–" you moan, hands finding purchase on the back of his dress shirt as he sinks deeper. "thank you, thank you, thank you–"

you pull him towards you as close as you can, as if in fear that you might lose him by any amount of distance while nanami bounces you on his cock.

the air in your surrounding becomes thicker– the only sounds entering your ears are your moans and his heavy grunts, coupled with the obscene noises coming from where your bodies are joined.

"ah– f-feels good– harder. please–"

nanami buries his face on the crook of your neck, hot plumes of breath tickling your skin as he fucks you harder. the walls sucking him in and clamping down on him have his own cock twitching.

"nanami– 'm gonna cum–" you sob, feeling each thrust brushing against your cervix threatens to tip you off the edge.

"cum with me." his grip on the back of your thighs tighten, forming a deep shape of his nails on your skin as his hips rut into your cunt. "now."

your vision blacks out under your eyelids as your eyes roll back, the wave of pleasure washes over you as you gush around his cock while he releases a thick load into you.

the both of you stay pressed against each other as you catch your breath before he pulls out his spent cock inside his pants again and carefully puts you down so you can fix your skirt.

"you okay?" he asks through shallow breaths, holding you up on your wobbly legs.

you shake your head, feeling like the world is spinning as you hold onto nanami for leverage. he grabs his blazer and puts it around you before lifting you in his arms and presses the door open. god knows how long since the elevator stopped.

"it's okay. just sleep. maybe.. we'll forget about this too."

he knows he won't.

duskamethyst © 2020 • all rights reserved. do not modify or repost anywhere. plagiarism will not be tolerated.

[elysianslove]

what would the jjk characters’ reactions be if their girlfriend walked in on them jerking off 👀 or other way around, they walked in on their gf masturbating to them JSHSJSHSH

DJHSDJS THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS. it’s whore knee hours 😼 

nsfw under the cut, my loves! it’s really filthy. also, all characters are aged up if they aren’t already 18+. if there are mistakes in this im sorry vdhsdjs

ITADORI YUUJI 

walking in on him; probably screams or something tbh. he’s not used to doing it ever since you two got into a relationship and have been sexually active, but the past few weeks and you’ve just been so busy, and yuuji’s so needy 🥺 but he doesn’t wanna bother you 🥺 so he takes matters into his own hands literally and just settles back in bed, sweatpants down his hips, shirt lifted up to reveal his entire chest, and hard cock in his hand. he’s actually rushing through it because it somehow feels wrong and he just wants to rid himself of all this sexual frustration. he’s diligently and roughly stroking himself, and it’s really obscene: the noises his hand is making, the way his hips can’t seem to stop thrusting up, the loud grunts and gasps and whines that can’t stop leaving his lips. and just before he tips over the edge, as he feels his stomach tighten, he hears the door open and your cheerful voice greet him. he screams. like yells out, but he’s also? cumming? weirdly enough? he’s too dazed as he comes down from his high to mind your teasing smile, with his heart beating to loud in his chest, and he welcomes your pretty mouth kissing up the trail of cum he’d left on his chest.

walking in on you; gets really flustered but really cocky at the same time? when he came home tired and walked into the bathroom to wash up he hadn’t been expecting your body in the bathtub, touching yourself, moaning out his name. you’ve clearly been doing this for a couple of minutes because of the speed of your fingers and oh my god are you fingering yourself? he’d been quiet when coming into the bathroom, only announcing his arrival at the front door, and it doesn’t seem like you notice his presence. he watches as your back arches, hips pushing leniently into the curve of your fingers, and you let out a frustrated whine. no, sob. you cry out his name against desperately and yuuji doesn’t think he’s ever been this horny. the initial shyness and shock has long since worn off and all he wants to do is bury his fingers in your soaking cunt instead. when you cry out again, in frustration, and pull your fingers out, he immediately kneels by the bathtub, meeting your eyes with his as he feigns a pout at you and says, “aw, can my poor baby only cum on my fingers?” he’s pleased to see you’re not even a little shy about it when you frown deeply and nod desperately. 

GOJŌ SATORU

walking in on him; is not in the least bit shameful, just spreads his legs wider, throws his head back to let out another moan and says as he smirks up at you, “you’re more than welcome to join.” he’s not shy about masturbation, and he’ll even talk to you about it. this mf probably loves mutual masturbation as is. but anyway. you’d probably just left for the store, for ten minutes, and you come back and his head’s thrown back on the couch, cock in his hands as the sweatpants he wears have been pushed down to just beneath his balls. he’s being loud, like he’s giving you a show, and as soon as you enter the living room, he lets out a particularly loud grunt, thrusting his hips up. you’re not even sure if he’s dramatizing it or if it really feels that good. he’s doing it slow too, taking his time, thumbing the slit of his pretty cock and smearing the precum all over the pink head. he really is giving you a show, and god are you eating that shit up. he stares you down as he squeezes and strokes, and then, he says, “if your mouth’s gonna hang open like that, might as well put it to use and stuff it.” vdhjsdsjds gojo brainrot. 

walking in on you; is so, so, so teasing about it. if you’re doing it to give him a taste of his own medicine, expect to regret it when your ass is tainted with his handprint and you’re full of his cum. but if you really are innocent about it, he’ll tease you endlessly, saying things like, “pretty baby couldn’t wait for me?” and “so eager,” and “so needy,” with a grin and a tut. he lowkey highkey loves it when he comes home and walks in on your bedroom to see your legs spread out for him so nicely, your fingers stuffing your messy cunt, your nipples all perked up and your body covered in a sheen layer of sweat from the exertion. he watches for minutes on end, and when you finally notice him, and you squeak in surprise and attempt to cover yourself, he grins and shakes his head, grabbing a chair and placing it right across from you so he has a perfect view of your spread legs and says, “i wanna watch you cum.” he’s so. shameless about it omg. if you take too long though he’ll just swat your hand away and eat you out till you can’t feel your legs <3

RYOMEN SUKUNA

walking in on him; i don’t think he masturbates, like, ever. if he’s ever horny he will just grab you, pull you aside, and fuck you. like he’s not ashamed about it. even if it’s in public, he will find some way to put his dick inside you. but! let’s say you introduce the concept to him and it’s a day where you’d just left him alone for a few hours, so he decides there’s no harm in trying. he hadn’t expected it to feel this good. granted, it’s not your mouth or cunt, but he’s still fully in control of his pleasure. he kinda gets lost in the feel of it all that he doesn’t notice you coming back home. you stay so silent, and watch the whole thing as he throws his head back and cums all over his hand and stomach, and he does it all while saying your name and if that isn’t an ego boost idk what is. he gets so embarrassed, but displays it in a different way. he just gets angry at you basically, for catching him, and when you laugh at his reaction. last 😃 straw 😃 good luck walking tmrw <3

walking in on you; oh shit okay. listen. he will absolutely get mad. like wtf only i am supposed to give you pleasure??? if he walks in on you, like yuuji, desperately trying to fuck yourself with your fingers and finding no way to reach your orgasm, he won’t do shit. he’ll just stand there with his arms crossed as you fail to reach your orgasm for the nth time and it’s literally just humiliating at this point. you’re sobbing and your cunt’s a mess, your entire tight and trembling with the build up of arousal. you can tell he’s aroused too. you can see it actually, but he makes no move to satisfy himself, and you honestly think that seeing you like this is doing it for him. the breaking point for him would probably be hearing your broken voice just sob out a mixture of a chant of his name and please, just desperate and wanting. and then, oh boy does he give it to you. makes you orgasm so many times, makes you see stars all night, just as a reminder of who you really belong to. what a sadist i love him lol

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

walking in on him; he probably does it every once in a while because he’s a teenage boy?? (still aged up here). but he only does it to relieve himself, not for anything other than that, no ulterior motive. just to rid himself of, well, his horniness. probably the type to do it in the shower because he does not like any evidence that he ever did it. he’s hunched up underneath the water, the steady flow of it hitting his back, while he has one hand steady on the wall before him, and another wrapped tightly around his cock. he’s panting and gasping, and oh, megumi would make the prettiest sounds when he cums i just know it. probably looks gorgeous too. he doesn’t hear you come into the shower because he’s so close, shit, this feels so good — and then he feels your hands come around his waist, spinning him around and his hand’s still moving but his body’s gone into absolute shock. he hears you whisper, “let me see you, baby” and he just absolutely loses it. his face scrunches up, heat blossomed on his chest and cheeks as his hand moves rapidly on his cock, milking himself and spilling all over your stomach. when he’s well spent his head falls into the crook of your neck, and he’s just letting out tiny little gasps when you say, “you’re so pretty when you cum,” and god, is he in love with you. 

walking in on you; so. shy!!!!! omg!!!! you’re probably on your bed, on your stomach, ass in the air as you rub your clit. your thighs are smeared with your arousal and your hand and palm are outright drenched and megumi feels his mouth dry, his pants suddenly way too tight. you don’t notice him for a while, and he’s just too in shock to move, until you tilt your head and catch him staring. you lock eyes with him, then sink a finger into your pussy, your eyes rolling back and your mouth falling open into a silent gasp at the intrusion. megumi’s gone crazy like his brain’s malfunctioned. but that wasn’t even the worst of it. when you start to fuck yourself with your fingers, and then bring a second one inside, you moan out his name and he just succumbs to all his desires, walking slowly over to you and lightly massaging and caressing your thighs and ass, watching up close as you continue to fuck yourself. then, gently, he takes your wrist in his grasp and pulls your fingers out, lightly brushing against your soaked folds as he hums, then says, “let me.”

INUMAKI TOGE

walking in on him; he’s actually really open about it? like he just doesn’t care. he will get a little flustered if you catch him in the moment, but that’s only for a few seconds. like he’s just doing his thing, stroking his dick and reveling in the flood of dopamine that’s overwhelming his brain, squeezing the base, tightening his fingers around the tip, urging more precum out. when you walk in, he freezes momentarily, his hand flying to the base of his cock and just shuddering lightly as he holds back his orgasm. and then he just sighs, leaning back again and stroking rougher, encouraging you to come closer with a simple look in his eyes. your mouth is almost immediately around the tip of his dick, and he just holds you there as he strokes himself, watching as you suck on just the tip. you’re a sight for sore eyes like this, and when you meet his eyes, his eyes fly up, accidentally shoving his dick further in your tight, warm mouth and cumming down your throat. he doesn’t even give himself another second to catch his breath before he’s pushing you down onto the bed, kissing you so deeply, his cock already hardening again.

walking in on you; the same way he’s so nonchalant about himself masturbating, he doesn’t mind if you do it too. it’s understandable how sometimes you just want me time, and he tells himself if he were to ever catch you he wouldn’t really react in any way. he is wrong 😃👍🏼. just like he’d pushed your mouth around his dick when you’d once caught him, he immediately rushes to you, one hand wrapped around your thigh, the other guiding your fingers deeper inside of you as his mouth latches onto your clit. his mouth??? his mouth!!! sinful!!! he eats you out like a starved man. the idea is so filthy though, like you’re fingering yourself and he’s fondling your breasts and teasing your nipples, his mouth and lips sucking so harshly on your clit and you’re so fucking wet you’re soaking the bed beneath you. the orgasm that hits you is mind blowing, and imagine your surprise when you pull your fingers out, expecting him to pull his mouth away as well, but he just replaces your fingers with his own, pushing you down harsher on the bed and continuing to pleasure your oversensitive body oof.

end note; um n e ways 😏 if you guys want other characters with this lemme know bc brain: fried :D

[babyboibucky]

Pretty Boy

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You’ve been away for two days and Bucky broke your only rule.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Pure filth, no plot or whatsoever, semi-sub!Bucky??? praise kink, mutual masturbation, thigh riding, cockwarming lmfao we’re going all in with this one

A/N: Inspired by @acrabbybish‘s ask about Bucky having a praise kink mhmmmm and thanks to my nasty babes for pitching in with them nasty ideas for this one @sarge-barnes-sir @borikenlove @bitchassbucky 

MAIN MASTERLIST

Familiar grunts welcomed your ears the very moment you stepped into your home. You’d only been gone for the weekend but it seemed as if someone missed you to the point of breaking the only rule you gave him.

“Don’t touch yourself while I’m away. Be a good boy for me, hm?”

You carefully removed your shoes and left it at the door before making your way to the bedroom as quietly as you could. The nearer you came, the louder the groans were.

“Oh fuuuck...”

As much as you were disappointed at Bucky for failing to follow your rule, you couldn’t help but bite your lip at the scene when you slightly pushed the bedroom door open. Bucky was on the bed, back resting against the headboard and his legs wide apart with no clothes on except for his dog tags.

His head was thrown back, his Adam’s apple bobbing every time he let out a delicious grunt as he desperately fisted his hard cock. Bucky’s hairline and chest were glistening with sweat, his neck and ears red— he’d been at it for quite a while now.

“Hmm yes, yes...oh god...”

You could tell that Bucky was close with the way his hips were thrusting into his hand. His groans were becoming needy whimpers, his curses garbled due to his impending climax.

Watching Bucky touch himself was spectacular, there’s a certain amount of desperation from him that you enjoyed seeing. How his face was scrunched up in pleasure, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. The way his large hand fisted his cock while the vibranium one fondled with his balls the same way you would.

And witnessing Bucky make himself cum? Fuck, you could get off from that image alone— hips lifting off of from the bed, his hand jerking his cock in quick and firm strokes followed by ropes of his cum spurting all over his stomach.

As much as you enjoyed seeing him like this, so needy and so fucking horny, you needed to step in to interrupt.

Your pretty boy did break a rule after all.

“You might want to hold off on that one, baby.”

Bucky’s eyes snapped open at the sound of your voice, mouth open agape as he watched you slip inside the bedroom. His hand was still wrapped around his cock, his thighs trembling and you weren’t sure whether it was from his upcoming orgasm or if he was that pleased to see you back.

You hoped it was the latter.

“Shit, baby I’m sorry—“

“How many?” You cut him off, slowly beginning to strip off your clothes.

Bucky swallowed, “I didn’t mean to, I just missed you and—“

“Bucky.” You called out. “How many times did you cum?” You asked again and judging by the tone of your voice, Bucky knew better than to evade it.

He let go of his cock, letting it slap against his abdomen smearing his pre-cum all over his chiseled abs. “Going on three.” He said softly, his eyes following you around the room as you moved around.

Bucky’s mouth watered at the sight of you in just a pair of black bra and panties, what he wouldn’t do to get his hands on you again. Two days. You were gone for just two days and Bucky almost lost his mind. Not being able to see you, touch you and feel you...taste you, it drove him insane that he needed to do something about it despite your rule.

“You wanna tell me something? Hm?” You asked, standing at the foot of the bed with your arm reaching behind you to unclasp your bra.

A whine resounded from Bucky’s throat when you freed your breasts, throwing aside your bra before climbing up the bed.

“I couldn’t be without you. Two days is too long for me, baby. Wanted your hands and mouth on me so bad it was almost painful.” Bucky practically whined, licking his lips when you started crawling towards him.

You pressed a soft kiss on Bucky’s chest when you reached him, your fingers fiddling with his dog tags as you straightened up to straddle his thighs.

“Is that right? My pretty boy missed me?” You asked, breath ghosting against Bucky’s jaw as you teased him with feathery kisses.

He whimpered as he enthusiastically nodded, “I only broke your rule ‘cause I missed you so bad.”

You hummed as you nosed his neck, taking in his scent as your hand reached down to tease his aching cock. You let a finger trace the vein on the underside of his shaft, the pad of your finger barely touching his skin making Bucky thrust his hips upward.

“But baby, a rule is a rule.” You said, licking his cheek before leaning back on your haunches.

Bucky was panting as he gazed at you pleadingly with half-lidded eyes. His chest rising and falling with every heavy breath he took, his cock twitching with its need for release.

“Baby, please...” Bucky softly pleaded.

You laughed with amusement, “Please what, Bucky? What do you want?”

“Want your hands on me, please. Need to cum for you.” He whimpered.

You gripped his cock with nor warning, firm but not too tight. Just enough to have Bucky hissing from the feeling of your hand on his cock. Finally.

“Will you be a good boy for me?” You asked, slowly stroking his cock.

Bucky choked on a grunt as he nodded enthusiastically, “God, yes.” He stuttered.

“You can’t cum until I tell you to do so, mmkay? That’s the least you can do for breaking my rule, can you do that?” You asked again, twisting your fist around the head of Bucky’s oversensitive cock.

He nodded again, licking his lips before leaning forward to press a kiss on your own. “Yes, baby. Gonna do anything for you.” He panted.

You grinned before speeding up your hand around Bucky’s cock, “That’s it, pretty boy.” You cooed.

“Baby...fuck...god, yes...” Bucky continued to moan, his hands gripping the sheets beneath him as you continued to stroke his cock.

His thighs were trembling and his abdomen constricting as you sped up, only to pull away to scratch at his thick thighs. Bucky let out a wanton whimper as he writhed, his orgasm almost there but not quite.

“Gonna cum, baby?” You teased and Bucky was quick to shake his head no.

“Holding it in for you.” He said.

You kissed his lips and then nuzzled his nose with yours, “You’re doing so good for me, Bucky.” You whispered, biting his earlobe and tugging it as you pulled back.

“Still not cumming?” You asked again as you began to pet his cock.

Bucky groaned, his cock hot and twitching at the slightest touch. A growl resounded from his chest as he gritted his teeth, holding himself back from letting go when you continued to pet his cock.

“N-no...” he stammered.

You were so impressed by how Bucky was doing such a good job at holding himself back from his orgasm. “So good, Bucky. You make me so proud of you.” You said, kissing his cheek before completely letting go of his aching cock.

“D’you wanna cum?” You asked as you let your hands caress your thighs, sliding upwards to fondle with your own tits.

Bucky moaned and nodded, “Yes, please. Want it so bad...”

“In one condition though...” you said. “Only if you cum with me.”

Not even waiting for a response, you pushed your underwear aside and started rubbing your wet folds, your eyes glued onto Bucky’s. His mouth parted as he watched you play with yourself, your nimble fingers circling down on your clit.

Bucky started to jerk his cock, hissing when he felt himself slowly teetering back on the edge of his climax. You watched him with lidded eyes, fingers speeding up in unison with Bucky’s pace.

A loud moan slipped past your lips when you inserted two fingers into your cunt, the squelching sound of your wetness making Bucky whimper.

“Almost there, baby.” You moaned and positioned yourself to straddle Bucky’s thigh.

You pumped your fingers in and out of you a couple more times before slipping them out to rub at your clit instead. Bucky growled when you started rubbing your pussy against his thigh, riding him as you chased your own climax.

Bucky’s thigh muscles flexed beneath your cunt when he squeezed his cock tighter while fisting it at the same pace you were riding his thigh.

Your wetness dripping down on his skin, your moans and just the image of you pleasuring yourself in front of him brought Bucky the satisfaction he’d been chasing.

“Bucky, fuck. You’re doing so well, gonna cum so hard.” You whimpered and slapped your pussy continuously until you came with him.

A chorus of curses and moans echoed around the bedroom as the both of you basked in both your orgasms. Bucky aimed his cum towards you, coating your clit and his thigh with his mess, mixing with your juices as it dripped down to soak the sheets beneath Bucky’s leg.

You fell down towards him, leaning your head against his shoulder as you rode out the aftershocks of your orgasm. Bucky turned and pressed a kiss on the side of your head, grinning in bliss.

“Fuck, I missed you so bad.” He said as his vibranium fingers began to trace patterns on your back.

You hummed and kissed his shoulder before resting your cheek against it, “That was amazing, you should really start breaking rules more often.” You chuckled and finally sat up straight.

You raised your eyebrow when you noticed that Bucky’s cock was still hard. Three orgasms and he was still erect?

Super soldiers truly are something else.

“What are you doing?” Bucky asked suspiciously when you fixed your position and went back to straddling his waist.

Bucky let out a grunt when you gripped his cock and sunk down on it, squealing when you felt it pulsate within you.

“Want to keep you warm, baby.” You said and when Bucky thought you were going to give him the ride of his life, you started rubbing your clit with your fingers.

“I still haven’t forgiven you for breaking the rule. So sit back, relax and enjoy the show.” You teased and sped up your assault on your bud as another hand went up to pinch your nipple.

“And no cumming until I make a mess on your cock.”

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Please could you write one with Grealish where you’re a Chelsea fan so refuse to wear a Villa shirt with his name on, and for bants Mount gets you a Chelsea shirt with his name and Jack gets all pouty?

omg I love this idea!! gets very smutty at the end ;) enjoy!

Villa Boy

A love for Chelsea had been something you adapted and grew to into as a young girl. Your dad was never entirely sure how to bond with his only daughter and your mother told him just to include you in what he loved. And so came your season pass with a little lanyard that still hung proudly in your childhood room right next to a shirt mounted in a glass photo frame with Frank Lampard's signature scrawled along the eight on the back.

It was actually how you met Jack in the first place, which is the only one single reason that he has for liking your club affiliation. Otherwise, it was one of the most annoying things in his world. It was often a source of teasing and taunting, you saying your team was better than his and him swaggering home and gloating for weeks when Aston Villa take a win over Chelsea. It was the bane of his life that he couldn't get you into that claret and blue. Not even to sleep in or wear around the house, you just would not dare put it on.

"I would feel my dad's shame emanate through the walls, maybe it would kill him. And then I'd lose every morsel of self respect I have, so not a chance." You'd snort, not even giving him a window for more persuasion.

His England shirt? that was fair game. You'd wear that with pride, to the shops, round the house, walking the dog and especially at his games but there was just absolutely no chance of getting you into his Villa shirt.

Though Jack may never admit it, it was one of his biggest wants. Seeing you in his England short was nothing short revolutionary - he'd said. It only made him want to see you in the Villa shirt more. That was his childhood club, getting to captain that was one of his biggest achievements and while he knew you were absolutely proud of him. You were the most proud and encouraging person in his life and there were no ifs buts or maybes in that.

But my god he knew you'd look fit in that claret and blue.

No matter how much it annoyed him, he wouldn't get you out of the darker blue home jersey of your favourite club no matter what he did. It was something he had come to accept over the course of your relationship, it was by and large fine.

Until that jersey said someone else's name across the back.

"Awh come on!" He yelps, mouth dropped open as you emerge into the kitchen with your toothbrush hanging out your mouth and only one shoe on. Jack knows you slept in because he switched off your alarm last night in hopes you'd miss the game, but Jack dropped a bowl when he tripped over the dog and woke you up anyway.

You going to the Villa v Chelsea game in a Chelsea shirt was bad enough, but now he's just clocked something that's sent his mind firing a mile a minute.

MOUNT

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Not a fucking chance.

"Oi, you!" He calls out, throwing himself off the chair at the kitchen island, his feet fumbling over one another to get after you as quickly as possible. "What's up, Jack?" You hum innocently, a sweet smile playing on your lips as you stand in the doorway shoving on your other shoe. "Is something the matter?"

Jack gawks, opening and closing his mouth awaiting words to find his frazzled brain. "Yes!" He squeaks, a tone you'd never heard from a man before, let along your very deep voiced man. "There's no way that you're- what are you doing? Come back." He groans, his feet shuffling after you as you walk back through the house to find your car keys. "We're going to be late if you don't hurry up." You note sweetly, Jack drops his jaw. "We're not going anywhere until-"

"Hi Mason, yeah I got it. Fits like glove actually. Yeah, we're just leaving now. I'll meet you in the car park."

Jack's face was literally priceless. His agape, eye's wild, brows furrowed. A pout settles itself firmly into his lips the second he sits in the car with his arms folded over his chest like a toddler. You have to physically stifle a laugh at him as you beam the entire drive to Villa Park.

"M' gonna burn that." He states. You cast him a glance out the corner of your eye as you pull into the players parking. A snigger escapes despite your very best efforts and Jack resumes his frontward glare at the dashboard with his lips in a firm line. "Gonna win this game, burn that shirt and knock Mount flat."

You know he's not being serious about Mason. He's very fond of the player when they're on the same side. But you had become very close friends with him through the mutual love for the club he plays at and Jack absolutely despised that. He wasn't the kind to be bothered by your friends even to a moderate degree and even here he trusted you, he just fucking hated the concept of another club and another mans name over your back. It ticked him right off.

You know this very well. You knew what you were getting into the second Mason handed you that dark blue shirt. It was all fun and games really. You loved the club but you only wore the Mount shirt to get under Jack's skin. You thought it might even throw off his game a little.

The second he stormed onto the pitch and scored a goal 5 minutes into the game, you figured that might not be the case.

Every opportunity, every goal, every opening and every single tackle, Jack turned to you. He turned to you with fire in those brown eyes, sending you a cheeky wink. His passion, the very serious look etched onto his features and the way he was looking at you was fuelling a very different kind of fire in you.

Jack played the whole 90 minutes and he took Mason Mount down at every single given opportunity in a careful way that just evaded him getting a yellow card. He finished hot, sweaty and with a man of the match trophy for 2 goals and one assist with a majority of the game spent with the ball at his feet.

The 3 nil win should have been a lot more disappointing that it was, but he just looked so fucking good. The sweat stuck his hair to his temples, his muscles tight and protruding through exertion as he walks off the field after shaking every hand.

You're standing just outside the tunnel with Mason and John McGinn standing with you, talking about the match mostly. John makes a joke about you wearing that top more often, seems to be a good luck charm for Villa even if it's the opposing team. Mason scoffs and says; "More like an angry boyfriend wants to murder me charm."

That's when Jack appears and John barely gets his mouth open to greet him before Jack shoulders through the two footballers. His mouth finds your immediately. Hot, passionate, fiery and filled with his dominance.

He pulls back and grabs onto your hand tightly with his back to the two midfielders. Jack twists his body round with a daggering glare.

"Nobody," Jack growls, "fucks around with girl."

His tone, deep and gravelly, only serves to dampen your panties further in a way that makes your clench your legs together.

Jack's done with pouting, the teasing can resume later. For now, he's dragging you by the hand to a darkened conference room. Hiking you up his body before setting you on the table that sits at a miraculously perfect height that places you right against his bulge.

He wastes no time whatsoever ripping down your leggings and panties, his fingers finding you immediately to swirl pressured motions around your sensitive clit. "Ahh, who's got you moaning like that baby?" He rumbles, words vibrating through your lips.

"You Jack, oh god, you!" You pant as his fingers leave you feeling empty and needy. Jack easily tugs down his shorts and pulls himself out of his boxers to line up with your entrance. His victory sex is hot always, but usually there was a dry spell after a Villa v Chelsea game, so it had never been this hot.

"And who am I?" He grunts, pushing himself into you to hear your shuddering squeak of pleasure. He lays you down over the table, hands following you under your shirt to carefully and tentatively swirl his fingers over your nipples from under your bra. "Oh god, Jack," you move your hands to the hem of the blue shirt to lift it over your head, but Jack's hands stop them before you have the chance.

"No, no, no," he chastises with a smirk, "Want to fuck you in their colours," He continues to thrust roughly into you with each heavy breath, mouth and squeak that escapes you only spurring him on. "Want to fuck you with his name on your back, baby. Remind you who you belong to."

You shudder in pleasure with the feeling of his lips attaching to your neck, letting out a shaky, heavy breath as he snakes a hand down between you to swirl those circles around your more pleasureful spot once again. He knows the intricate details of your body better than any man ever has and he always ensures he uses it to his advantage, but nothing like today. His lips on the sweet spot of your neck, hitting and stretching you perfect between your legs with masterful work of his fingers pushing you closer and closer with each second that passed.

"Fuck , I'm so close-"

"Who's making you feel so good, baby?" He pants, skin slapping and heavy breathing echoing around the room. "You, Jack. You!"

"Not a Chelsea boy eh?" He grunts, teeth nibbling down over your collarbone. "Not a Chelsea boy baby is it?" He reiterates, pairing the movements of his hand only until you snap open your eyes again, "No Jack, it's all you. not a- oh god!"

Jack breathes a chuckle into your ear with an appreciative hum to follow.

"Yeah, Villa Captain isn't it? You're screaming out for a Villa boy, ain't ya?" He coaxes, edging you further and further as he speeds up to a pace he's never quite hit you with before. The adrenaline of the match, the irritation of that blue jersey and the passion for the win colliding to give him an energy he's never yet had. Watching your eyes roll beneath him wearing that stupid blue entices him on, only makes him want to pleasure you more if even possible. "Yes! Yes, I am, oh god just don't stop."

"Go on then," he encourages, voice deep in your ear. "Come undone for the Villa Captain baby."

He didn't have to tell you twice, that was for sure. The sight of your eyes fluttering, the feeling of you clenching around him with a steam of, "Fuck yes Jack!" sends him tumbling over the edge of his orgasm right after you, a strangle cry out of your name as it wracks through him.

When he lays down beside you in the table that very surpassingly withstood the pace of your antics, you're both breathless and shining with sweat. Your legs feel like jelly as you still throb from the pleasure. Jack turns his head to you with a lazy smirk, brushing some hair off your forehead as you turn to look at him.

"Well, I certainly do love a Villa boy."

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I Don’t Share - Kai Anderson

Plot: Reader is the only person who Kai Anderson ever really listened to.

Word count: 1899

Warnings: SMUT, Manipulative reader, Smoking, Blood, Aggressive Sex, Mocking, It’s AHS Cult so it’s gonna be dark, Misogyny

I walked down the steps, into the basement. The place he dwelled. The dark web was a strange place, full of internet trolls, but something about Kai Anderson was different. Something in his words garnered attention, and now, it was time to find out.

“Hello?” I called out confidently. At this point in my life, nothing scared me, not even death, but my survival was important. After all, what could I achieve from beyond the grave? To be without fear is to be dangerous.

“Who are you?” a voice called out from the sofa. The man sat there was not the man I expected to see, and I was pleasantly surprised.

“Kai Anderson?” I queried, and he nodded. I had expected someone much less attractive, but Kai’s dark eyes, handsome face and fit body were all things that played into my hands. His eyes bore into me as I walked into the room and sat opposite him. he wore sweatpants, and his shoulder length hair was dyed blue.

“Answer my question, bitch,” he snapped at me, but I just looked at him disapprovingly, taking a cigarette from my pocket and lighting it. He glared at my lack of response, but I made sure to take my time before I replied.

“When a dog bites it’s master, they take it into the yard and put a bullet in its head,” I calmly spoke, resisting a smile at the taken aback expression on his face. The surprise soon turned into rage, and he stood up and grabbed me by the collar of my t-shirt, making me jump.

“I don’t even know you! No bitch will be the master of me!” Kai yelled, and I met his eyes with a level gaze. I gave him a look, a look of indifference, and he released me from his grasp. He stood above me.

“Sit down Kai, I’m not speaking to you until you sit.”

“Fuck off.”

I met his eye with a steely glare, and reluctantly, he took a seat the other side of the coffee table.

“Now, I’m (y/n) (l/n), and I came to see you because I need you,” I began to explain. Kai raised an eyebrow. “There’s something about you Kai, that shocks people, that commands attention, but you’re wasting it away sat sweating in this shitty basement.”

He leant foreword in his seat, starting to listen more attentively. It was almost too easy.

“Now I have a proposal, because I need you to realise your potential,” I continued, and he was captivated.

•

The cult had been running for just over a month. Of course, no one had identified it as what it was yet, but it was coming together as intended. When I first met Kai, I wanted to rile him up and let him lose to wreak havoc on the world, to scare people into action, but after speaking to him, I realised an intelligence more than I had initially thought. It was a waste not to push him forward into something on a national level. Of course, he had been harder to break than I first thought, but eventually I had had him wrapped around my finger using the only weapon women had against men, the weapon that sat between my legs.

Within the ring I took the position of Kai’s right hand and lover, his assistant, and it was widely assumed that I was abused and too love struck by our “Divine Ruler” to realise. As much as they admired him, they feared him. In reality, I was in control. Everything Kai had become was because of me.

I knew I had control at the first “pinky ritual”. As soon as our fingers made contact he dived into the first questions, but by that point I’d already won. He was angry, emotional, irrational. I’d got under his skin. It didn’t take long for me to turn the questioning round onto him, and soon he was spilling his guts to me. Everything about his parents, his brother and sister, every fear, hate, love and regret in his life he gave to me. We had sex and with that he’d given me all of his power.

Despite the impression that the rest of the cult held, Kai was ready to lick the shit off of my shoe if I asked. Of course, that didn’t mean I had absolute control. His ideas were his own, I just gave him a push in the right direction. After the killing of Bob Thompson and his gimp, I had pulled Kai’s mask off and kissed him, hard, to show my appreciation. He pulled our bodies closer together and when he brushed his finger across my lip I could taste the blood on it. From that point on, there was no better sight for me than a bloodied Kai Anderson.

•

“I don’t share Kai,” I stated, coldly, as he walked down into the basement. I had been sat on the sofa, waiting for him to return.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t lie to me,” I spat. “You’ve been upstairs fucking Mrs. Lavender,” I pointed out, referring to Meadow.

“There’s a reason,” he defended himself simply. “She needed to think I loved her so she’ll be willing to die for me. It’s exactly what you asked.”

“I don’t think you understand,” I replied slowly, opening my legs to reveal no underwear on beneath my skirt, and I noticed Kai’s next words catch in his throat. “You belong to me. To this.” I gestured my womanhood. He knelt in front of me on the floor, tracing his hands along my thighs, temptation in his eyes.

“No, I don’t,” Kai spat. I snapped my thighs shut and he pulled his hands away sharply. “I am the Divine Ruler,” he announced, standing to lean over me, taking my throat in his hand and squeezing slightly. I looked him back in his dark eyes coolly, daring him to do what he was threatening to do. Kai didn’t have the strength in him to kill me.

“I made you what you are.” I felt his grip tighten. “You’re nothing without me,” I croaked, my voice hoarse as he cut off my breath. His grip tightened more, and for a moment I almost considered he might go through with it. I saw a tear run down his face and then he let go. He dropped his head, tears running down his face, and I opened my arms to him. He dropped down to the sofa, next to me, falling into my embrace. He buried his head into my shoulder and sobbed, while I stroked his hair, shushing him.

“I’m sorry,” he almost whimpered. I pushed him down of the sofa, back on his knees in front of me, opening my legs. He sighed in appreciation, his eyes darkening with lust. As he reached his hand towards my leg I smacked it away.

“No, you have to beg,” I instructed. He looked up to meet my eye. There’s nothing more dangerous than a humiliated man, he had once said, but here he was, willing to get down on his knees in front of me and beg for my attention.

“Please, forgive me, (y/n). Let me touch you,” he pleaded pathetically. I leant forward and took his jaw in my hand, guiding his lips up to meet my own. He desperately leaned into the kiss, sitting up on his knees to pull us closer. His hand ran along my thigh and brushed across my heat, and when I didn’t pull away he rubbed the rough pad of his thumb against my clit before pushing a finger inside of me. I let myself moan against his kiss. He added another finger and curled them inside of me, swallowing my noises up with his lips. I pulled away from the kiss, panting.

“I want you to show me how much you hate me Kai,” I told him, and he removed his fingers from me, confused. I continued, pulling my shirt over my head leaving me in my bra. “Oh, I know you do. The way I make you feel confused, the way I treat you. I let you know how much of a piece of shit you are and you let me tell you that. What kind of man are you? You hate the way I make your prick harder than anyone else could,” I tease, reaching to grab his erect cock through his trousers. I pull my knees back, showing my full pussy out in front of him and that’s all he takes to snap. He stands up and pushes me down on the couch, kneeling himself between my knees before pulling his shirt over his head. It’s hard not to admire his muscular body. It’s no wonder he could get people to believe he was their god, he looked exactly like one. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, freeing his cock from his boxers and stroking it while looking at me.

“You’re right,” he told me harshly, grabbing my jaw and resting his thumb in my mouth so I kept it open. “I do fucking hate you.” With that he leant forward towards me and spat directly into my mouth. His harsh words were making me drip with lust. Without any warning he plunged his cock into my warmth, grunting and dropping his hands to my grip onto my waist and the flesh of my stomach. He pounded into me relentlessly, letting out small moans of pleasure. I panted, and when he hit a spot inside of me I let out a breathy moan. I felt a sting across my face, realising that he’d slapped me. He moved a hand to my thigh, pressing it back toward my chest. He growled as he hit my cervix, his hands heavy and his grip tight. Kai grabbed my throat and leant over my body to give the most bruising kiss, and as he pushed my legs back, his cock hit even deeper in me. I even whimpered as he mercilessly pounded into me, harder and harder. His kiss travelled, down my neck, and I felt him take the skin between his teeth, leaving bite marks. I took his head in my hands, fingers tangled in his hair, and I connected our mouths once more, tongues and teeth colliding. He let out another desperate moan. Even when he hated me I still controlled him. The room was filled with the sound of wet kisses and skin slapping. I felt the pleasure build and reached down to rub myself, reaching a shuddering climax and clenching around Kai. He let out a groan and swore, pounding into me faster, his thrusts sloppy. He pulled my bra down and grabbed onto my tits, desperately panting and he brought himself closer to finish. I could do nothing but moan and tremble as his thrusting overstimulated me. His breathy moans brought me to finish a second time, a wave of pleasure hitting me and making me shake again. Kai groaned, pushing himself balls deep inside me and spilling hot cum. He collapsed down on top of me and I let him rest his head on my chest, wrapping my legs around his waist and kissing the top of his head.

“I do think I could love you, Kai,” I murmured against his hair, and I had no reason to say it, but I truly meant it.

[zodiakuroo]

pierced

idk what to tell you this is just 2k of pussy eating (don’t blame me blame eren brain rot)

18+, minors dni

part 2

“What did you do?!” You say, incredulously. It’s a rhetorical question, you can see exactly what he’s done. Eren stands in front of you, shamelessly, with his pants and boxers dropped to his ankles as his flaccid penis hangs between his thighs. Your attention is mainly focused on the brand new, shiny titanium barbell that goes through the head of his dick.

“Do you like it?” You can tell by his posture and the shit-eating grin on his face that he’s incredibly proud of his newest body modification.

“Why on earth would you get a piercing there?” The bulbous head is just few shades of pink darker than the rest of his pale shaft. You wince in your seat, imagining what it would feel like to stick a needle right through your most sensitive parts.

“Well, it was a dare and Jean bet that I wouldn’t so I had to.” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, fully aware of how silly it sounds as he says it out loud.

“Of course.” You mutter. What other chain of events would lead to your boyfriend coming home with a fucking Prince Albert. “Does it hurt?” You lean in just a little closer and notice the little bit of dried blood where the jewelry pierces his flesh.

“Nah. Didn’t feel a thing.” He says with a wink and begins dressing himself again before dropping down on couch next you, throwing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his chest.

“You’re such an idiot.” You giggle, nuzzling your head into his neck, inhaling the heady scent you’ve come to associate with him.

“There is one thing though.” His voice is softer, lacking it’s usual self-assured tone. He can’t say that he’s happy about what he’s about to tell you. In fact, had he known about this small detail beforehand he might not have gone through with that stupid dare.

“Hmm?” You respond noncommittally, too preoccupied by your current task of leaving gentle kisses on his jaw and giving him the soft affection you know he loves but will never ask for.

“No sex for a month. Piercer’s orders.” His eyes drift down cautiously to gauge your reaction.

You stop in your tracks and frown up at him. At first you think he’s kidding but no such luck. “Oh my god.” You groan. “You’re such an idiot.”

Three days.

A grand total of three days.

It’s sad really, but you should have seen it coming. Like Eren Jaeger’s libido would ever let him go a whole 30 days with no sex.

He blames you and the way you prance around the apartment in those tight, short shorts. How is he not supposed to want you when he has to spend the day watching your tits bounce around in that white tank top, nipples just barely visible through the fabric?

It’s not like you put up much of a fight anyways. The way that man has you wrapped around your finger, all it took was a few well-placed touches and whispers of how much he misses the way you feel and the way you taste. Just like that, Eren has you naked, legs hanging off the edge of the bed with his face buried in your cunt.

“Love this pussy.” He murmurs, nipping at the soft skin of your inner thigh. “Can’t live without it.”

He knows that he can’t be inside you. He knows. And yet he continues to torture himself because this is as close as he can get to what he really needs.

The rough pads of his fingertips massage your wall making you buck into his hand, silently begging for something deeper. He laps at you with his tongue, running it from your clit all the way down to your hole, licking up the slick that leaks out around his knuckles.

You feel the sparks of pleasure heating up your abdomen and you squeeze your thighs around his head, weaving your hands through his long, mahogany locks. ‘Eren’falls from your lips over and over in breathy mewls that only encourage him to keep going. His fingers put in double time hitting the special spot deep inside you while he seals his lips around clit and pulls it into his mouth. You dig your heels into his back to give you leverage to rut into his face as he pushes you closer and closer towards an inevitable orgasm.

You’re so hot and wet inside, squeezing so tight around his fingers. His mind conjures up memories of how good it felt to have your gooey walls clamping down on his dick and the soft cries you let out as he split you open.

He’s rock solid in his sweats right now and his cock hurts, sensitive tissue swelling and pulsating around his still fresh piercing. But he can’t think about that right now. All that’s on his mind is how badly he wants to be inside you right now. Any of your holes, it doesn’t matter which. But they’re all off limits.

Quite frankly, it pisses him off.

There is no choice but for him to take his frustrations out on your body. He slowly drags his fingers out of you, marveling at the way your needy cunt tries to pull him back in.

Before you can even protest Eren presses his fingers, still warm from your pussy and covered in your cream, against your lips.

“Open up.” He practically growls, voice thick with arousal.

You part your lips in response, letting him clean his fingers off using your tongue. Reflexively, you close your lips around them and begin to suck, moaning at the taste of yourself.

“God, princess.” He pants with his jaw slack. “Want your mouth around me so bad.”

It only motivates you to take his fingers deeper. Deep enough to make you gag as your drool runs down his knuckles while you swirl your tongue around his digits.

The way you look at him doesn’t help either. Usually you’d shy away from eye contact when he makes you do something embarrassing like this, sucking on his fingers like you’re sucking on his cock. But tonight is different. You stare straight at him with that heavy-lidded gaze, eyes glossy and full of want. The frustration is killing him, he can’t stand to look at you anymore so instead he gives his undivided attention to your cunt.

“Babe you wanna know something?” His breath fans over your soaked core, making you twitch in his hold. Something gives you the feeling that he’s not really talking to you, he’s talking to what’s between your legs. Although he’s not even looking at you, you still nod your head yes, so wound up you’ll take anything from him at this point.

“I read online,” He goes quiet for a moment, distracted at the way your weeping hole clenches around nothing, almost like it’s begging for him to fill it. “That dick piercings feel real good in pussy. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

Eren bends down to lick at your dripping hole, he slides his tongue all the way down, making sure not waste a single drop, stopping just above the tight ring of muscle making your squeal in surprise.

”Can you imagine it?” He drags is fingers from your lips, leaving a path of saliva down the valley of your breasts, across your stomach until he reaches your clit, rubbing the sensitive numb in slow, steady circles with his thumb while you fist the sheets trying to swallow the sounds he’s coaxing out of you. “How it’s gonna feel inside you? How it’s gonna hit that spot that makes you go dumb?”

Sure, he sounds composed but when you look down at him and see the way his pupils are blown wide, pretty pink tongue hanging slightly out of his mouth, you know he’s imagining it too.

“Gonna drive you crazy.” His calloused fingertips dig further into your pudgy thighs, clipped nails leaving little crescents indented in your skin. “Make you even more crazy for my cock than you already are.”

“Yeah ‘ren.” You gasp as he runs his tongue through your folds. “Wan’ your cock.” You babble mindless agreements at whatever filth he’s spewing, too fucked out and desperate for his cock to care.

Like the bastard he is, he chuckles at your response, satisfied with knowing that you want him just as bad as he wants you.

He leans forward and presses the flat of his tongue against your entrance, telling you (wordlessly) what he wants.

Beg

He wants you to beg for it.

And of course you oblige. You chant out ‘please Eren, please Eren, please Eren’ over and over again as if you’ve forgotten every other word.

He rewards for your obedience by pushing the slippery muscle into your hole, nice and slow savouring the way your tart essence covers his taste buds.

“Fuck- more please.” Your back arches off the bed in response but his left hand splays across your abdomen keeping you in place.

His right thumb is still rubbing you, pressing harder, going faster while he drives his tongue even deeper licking up all of your juices like a man starved. He devours you shamelessly, the sloppy sounds only drowned out by your pornographic whining. He thrusts in and out, in and out, in and out, fucking you with his tongue, making sure to taste every inch of you.

Your flavor is addictive, he can’t get enough. He grunts against with his face shoved against you, sending vibrations from your core, right up your spine. His fingers and tongue assault your pussy mercilessly, setting every single nerve on fire.

“Baby- ah- I- I’m close” you whimper, feeling tension brewing in your core, threatening to burst at any second.

“No.” The hand that was playing with your pussy comes down hard on your puffy clit, the sound of the smack echoing in the quiet room.

You let out a cry, so high pitched you can hardly believe it’s your voice.

“Can’t come until I do.” Just like that, he’s off of you completely, leaving you trembling without his touch.

The pain and frustration have tears brimming at your lash line. How cruel of him. To dangle an orgasm right in front of your face before yanking it away. You begin to stammer out pleas, begging him to touch you again, but they fall on deaf ears.

“C’mon princess. ‘S only fair right?” He looks up at you with the sweetest, emerald puppy dog eyes, juxtaposing the lewd way he licks the remnants of your arousal from his swollen lips.

It’s not fair at all. You weren’t the one who decided to get their dick pierced on a whim. Why should you have to suffer? But there’s too much blood in your throbbing cunt and not enough in your brain so you can hardly put together a coherent sentence, let alone argue with him.

“Gonna edge you like this every day yeah?” He shifts his body to hover over you, using his arms to hold himself up so that his nose barely brushes yours and stray stands of his messy hair tickle the sides of your face. “Till I get to fuck you again.” He dips down to kiss you on the lips. It’s barely more than a peck, far too chaste and gone far too soon.

“Christ, I can’t wait to fuck you again.”

[javier-pena]

Astrid hello!! I've heard tell that you want people to talk to you about Javi G and uh ... I just can't get the image of him driving the two of you somewhere and having to pull over to fuck you in the car because he's so worked up out of my headdd 😌 (feel free to delete if you don't want to/can't answer!! I totally understand!)

- @javisjeanjacket

Hi! Okay, anyway, writing this nearly was the end of me, but I hope it's what you were looking for!

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x f!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Rating: it's so explicit that I'm thinking about getting a new identity actually

Summary: the ask says it all, but car s*x

Warnings: fingering | multiple orgasms | spanking | a bit of butt stuff | public sex | masturbation (male) | cum eating

Notes: "i am simply ready to lose my mind. you warned me about this but was i prepared? no." - Dani @javierpcna

***

The leather of the backseat scrapes uncomfortably against your knees, you feel your skin stick to the warm surface. Sweat is forming on your brow, your arms, your legs. Everything is hot and sticky and heavy. Your pants fog up the window in front of you, and the landscape behind it appears murky, despite the late afternoon sun, despite the light dancing over the glistening waves below. If you raise your head slightly, you can even see the next bend in the road.

But you don’t lift your head – you can’t. You press your forehead against the glass, your nails scraping against the rough, leathery surface of the door, while you’re being pushed forward over and over again by precise, well-timed thrusts, by three fingers focused on one spot, three fingers that are your entire world.

I just wanna show you the view.

Javi wasn’t lying when he said that, when he pulled the car over. You are looking at the view, but you aren’t seeing it, not really, not in a way you were meant to be seeing it. Because the minute he stopped the car, his hands were all over you, under your skirt, on your chest – squeezing, holding, teasing. You couldn’t blame him because you had been feeling much the same, had felt an ever-growing itch during his week-long absence, one phone calls and expensive toys hadn’t been able to scratch. And when he had suggested taking you out to dinner after getting back from the airport, you’d been slightly disappointed. Yes, you enjoy the build-up, the tension, the teasing, but tonight you need it hard and fast and dirty.

You hadn’t made it to the restaurant.

Javi was impatient in the car, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his foot like lead on the gas pedal. The second your hand found his thigh, the muscles tense like steel, he pulled over.

I just wanna show you the view.

The words were slightly slurred, and the next thing you heard was a ripping sound when he tore your panties, tore them right off you, like impatiently unwrapping a gift. He found you hot and wet and wanting, he all but lifted you onto the backseat and here you are now, your skirt pushed up, your backside exposed, your slick dripping down your thighs.

“Baby,” you moan after a particularly rough thrust. You bite your lip when he does it again. “Fuck!” It’s breathless, it’s quiet, it barely scratches the surface of how good he makes you feel.

His other hand lands on the soft flesh of your backside with a crack and you gasp, your forehead knocking against the glass. Your legs tremble as you push yourself back towards him.

“Again,” you groan. “Do it again.”

He does, and the pain turns into searing hot pleasure so intense that when he thrusts his fingers into you next, you come all over them, coating them with your slick, with wet, hot release, trembling, spilling, screaming his name. Through the haze you hear a new sound, you hear how he pulls down his zipper, you even hear his hand pushing aside the fabric of his expensive dress pants, the dark green ones, the ones you love the most, followed by a sigh of relief.

You clench around his fingers at the prospect of his next move, anticipating how he will fill you up, first with his cock, then with his release, and it feels as if you didn’t just come, and maybe you haven’t because when he starts moving his fingers again, you tumble towards another edge at alarming speed.

“Need you--,” you groan through gritted teeth, “--inside, please, God, please, please, Javi, I’ve missed you so much, I’ve missed your …,” you swallow hard, “your cock, please …”

He huffs, and suddenly he’s hovering above you, his fingers on your chin, pulling so your head disconnects from the cooling support of the glass. His palm hovers in front of your face, and without hesitation you lick it, tasting leather and sweat and him. He allows you to suck two fingers into your mouth, to feel their heavy weight on your tongue before he pushes them slightly deeper, making you gag, making you feel full on both ends, before pulling them out. His hand disappears and the wet sounds that follow, mixed with his low grunts are like a heady soundtrack to your own pleasure.

You listen, and imagine his face, his hooded eyes, his reddened cheeks, his curls sticking up in odd places, and suddenly you find yourself yearning for how he looks when he’s fucked out and glowing and sated. You cannot wait to give that to him, so you try to pull yourself off his fingers to turn around, but he stops you with a harsh command.

“Stay!”

You follow his orders and listen to him fucking into his own fist, thinking about how it could be your cunt instead, and he knows you’re thinking it, too, that’s why he teases you like that, that’s why he makes you listen to his pleasure, why he keeps you on the tip of his fingers where he can feel you clench in time with his hand moving over himself.

“Did you think of me?” you ask with the last bit of strength you have left.

A grunt is all you receive as confirmation. But he does pull out his fingers and you tense because you know what’s about to happen.

His hand is so wet, covered in your slick like this that when he grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes, he leaves cooling imprints against your hot skin. He slaps you again, does it two times more – grab, slap, grab, slap. You whimper, a pitiful little sound that makes him snarl.

“Harder,” you demand.

This time, your wish remains unheard. Instead, he buries his index finger between your wet folds, then moves it up, leaving a wet trail in its wake, until he reaches a destination you both have only talked about visiting without making the actual trip. But when his wet digit probes it carefully, you want it, want him so much it makes you light-headed, makes you feel fuzzy and high.

His deep voice cuts through the blanket of lust surrounding you. “You’re so tight”, the tip of his finger slips past the firm ring of muscle, “… tight little hole for me to fill.”

He holds you hooked on his finger, like a fish caught, while he continues to stroke himself frantically. You hold your breath, listening to the obscene sounds his hand is making, listening to his pants and moans, and you wish you knew where his eyes are, but you think you can guess. Then something shifts, he shifts, and he’s closer now, also deeper inside of you, while his thumb is buried between your folds again, and your entire body clenches with need.

His thumb finds your clit and it’s over, you come with a scream that echoes around the stuffy car – it might be his name, it might be a curse – but you pull his index finger deeper inside of you as your orgasm rips through you, and he gasps in surprise, deep and desperate. He tries to wait until you’re done, but you won’t stop shaking, your cunt won’t stop fluttering like a butterfly caught in a storm, so he pulls his finger out of you while you’re still coming, making you mewl at the loss.

You feel it, hot and heavy and hard, as he drags his cock through your drenched folds, up until it brushes against where you want him inside of you, but his hot release is already coating your back, your thighs, your over-sensitive center.

You both need to come back down to reality and you need to do it now before someone finds you like this. “We’re gonna be late.”

“Late for what?”

God, his voice! Hearing it after he’s just come makes your legs feel like jelly.

You swallow. “Dinner.”

“Oh, did I forget to specify what kind of dinner?” he teases.

Both of his hands hold you in place as he leans down over your back and drags his tongue over your skin covered in sweat and his own release. When your high giggle turns into a deep moan, he whispers against you.

“I have all I need right here.”

Javi G tag: @badbatches | @darksber | @doin-stuff | @filthybookworm | @for-my-satisfaction | @frannyzooey | @javigutierrez | @karkii | @maziken | @pann-malii | @pedrostories | @raspberrymama | @silksaddle | @skeletonstwins

[sashi-ya]

Okay I feel like after reading your lactation kink with Corazon I feel like Law had a secret mommy kink and wants to do stuff with it…so can I request a nsfw situation with Law who tries to hide his mommy kink but it comes out?

Such a spicy idea omg 😈😈😈 But, besides the spicy part, I think Law might need this type of treatment sometimes. He usually looks so strong and serious, but I know he is a sweet child inside, so this type of kinks would suit him a lot. I hope you like it ♥ thank u for your request!! ~

NSFW ~ Sub! Trafalgar D. Water Law x F! Reader ~ Can I Call You Mommy?. Pt.1

TW: Mommy kink. Sub Law. Dom reader. Nipple play. Face sitting. Punishment. Rimming. Impact play (soft). Choking (soft). Ass masturbation. Oral sex. Vaginal Sex.

WC: 2K

Tag list: @undercoverweeeb @mistyroselove

There is a second part, you can read it here

The night is cold, your body pressed against your tattooed boyfriend. His inked fingers running through your hair, you are completely covered by the sheets. He yawns and nuzzles on the crown of your head. “I love the smell of that new shampoo” he says. “Thank you, Law” you tell him, hugging him really tight. “I love your perfume too” you say while sniffing his skin’s scent with your nose pressed against his naked chest.

He flinches a little, Law is extremely ticklish. You laugh, because you know it, and you want him to laugh (he doesn’t like it, though). “Stop it!! I hate tickles!!” he protests. “Haha!! I won’t stop!!” you laugh while your fingers graze all of his skin.

“I’m gonna punish you!” he states. Normally, Law is the dominant one, your daddy. He usually “punishes” you when you disobey his dominant orders in bed, but tonight you want to play a joke on him. For once you are gonna act like the dominant to see his reaction.

“Oh, you are gonna punish me?” you say and straddle your hips over him. You pin his wrists above his head and look him straight to his grey eyes. “W-what?” he gasps, scared and blushed. “I’m the one who’s gonna punish you, little bitch” you tell him, laughing, expecting him to frown and shout at you. But he doesn’t. He looks at you, speechless.

You decide to keep with the joke, trying to hold your laugh. “What happened, huh? Are you scared of me?” you tell him, bending over and approaching your face until your nose is pressed against his. “You… uhm… stop” he says, but his speech doesn’t sound convincing at all.

You think about stopping and laughing at him, but … Somehow, somehow this is turning you on? “Stop? Why are you asking your dom to stop? You don’t like to be treated like this?” you ask him, squeezing his wrists. He whines softly, and you can’t help but think that perhaps this is actually turning him on.

“What happened? Has the cat got your tongue?” you tell him, with a demanding tone. Law is sweating, he tries to hide his accelerated breathing, and the growing bulge on his groin.

And because he is not the only one aroused here, you decide to keep playing. No more as a joke, but as a reality. You quickly take your hands from his wrists to his cheek. Your thumb grazes his tender lips, opening them until your finger gets inside his mouth. “Suck it” you order him, expecting a sudden negative reaction. But he does as you tell.

Once the thumb gets completely sucked, you gently rub his face. Your fingers travel from the commissure of his lips towards his neck. You squeeze, gently but firmly. Law gasps and squirms under your hips, as if he was trying to rub himself against you.

“You like this, don’t you?” you tell him with a side smirk. He swallows under your palm. You are squeezing his carotids, he tries to gasp for air, his tanned cheeks become even more blushed. “Answer me!” you command. “Y-yes, I do… mommy” he says. He opens his eyes even bigger than before, scared. Law quickly pushes you off him and stands up. He runs towards the bathroom and closes the door.

You are sitting over the bed, completely unable to understand what has just happened. “Did he just call me mommy?” you think, and your core reacts to it. You walk towards the bathroom, knocking on the door. “Babe? Is everything ok? we were just playing, it’s ok. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, let’s just forget about it. I’m sorry” you tell him, worried. There is no answer for a few seconds, but then…

“Mommy?” he says from behind the door. You are not really sure if Trafalgar Law said that, but you decide to play along. “Uhm… yes?” you say, shyly. “C-can you come in?” he asks. “Yes…” you tell him and open the door.

Law is sitting on the bathroom floor, legs crossed, looking up at you. He actually looks so cute like this, you are always the one that feels little in front of him, but tonight it’s not the case at all.

Law extends his arms up, so you crunch in front of him. You pass your arms around his rib cage and help him stand up. “What are you doing sitting on the cold floor? You are gonna freeze in here. Let’s go to bed” you kindly say. He nods, and it amazes you how much of an obedient sub he can be.

“Can I call you mommy?” he asks, blushing. “Of course you can… why don’t you sit on the bed for mommy now?” you tell him. He immediately does so, awaiting your next orders.

You walk towards him, brushing your hand over his cheek. “You are so cute. You know that baby? you say. He smiles so sweet, so docile. Law passes his arm around your waist, pulling you towards him and places his cheek on your lower stomach. “I love you, mommy” he says. Your fingers tangled around his black hair, “I love you too, baby”. Somehow this is way easier than you thought it would be and you love it.

“Can I have some boobies?” he asks, not so shy now. Law has always loved to worship your nipples, and you kind of understand where all of this comes from… “Sure. Let me sit and you can have them” you tell him, sitting on the bed and helping him lay over your thighs.

Law, as he usually does, sucks the hell out of your nipples. Yet, this time, he is not over you, but comfortable laying on his back with your breasts in his mouth. You whine as he sucks and nibbles your sensitive skin. You can see how he gets incredibly hard, his grey joggings with wet patches from how aroused he is. “God, he is so into this, why didn’t he tell me about it before” you think, but quickly a big bite on your nipple pulls you out from your train of thoughts. “Law!! Don’t bite that hard!” you scold him. He smiles, devilishly, with your flesh trapped by his mouth. And you soon realize he is actually looking for a punishment… and he is gonna get it.

“Stand up, you’ve been a bad boy” you command. He stands up, pouting, looking at the ground. “Damn, how the fuck does he manage to be so hot even acting like this?” you think. “Why did you bite mommy?” you ask. “I’m sorry, mommy” he says. The way that word sounds with his voice, hits you right on your core.

“Kneel down, you are gonna learn not to hurt mommy” you tell him, and he does so. You stand up, walking towards him. You lift his chin with your index finger. “Stick your tongue out” you order. Law diligently opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out. “Let’s see what you can do with that mouth” you tell him.

Your shorts are off. Only pink lace panties remain. Your core is now pressed over Law’s face. He licks your sex over your panties, making them even wetter. But he wants to taste you completely, so his inked fingers try to move the cloth that covers your entrance.

“Did I tell you to take my panties off?” you ask. He stops and looks at you with puppy eyes. “You are so disobedient, baby” you tell him, and your hand softly slaps his cheek a few times. “I’m sorry mommy” he says. “But I guess you are right” you accept and take your underwear off. Next, he knows, he is back at being suffocated by your groin. You pull his hair, moving his head so it could bury into your sex more and more. He whines, he moans. He enjoys your flavour, the way you are dominating him. And because his tongue does wonders, and all of this turns you so much on, you come all over his face. He thankfully receives your arousal juices, enjoying your taste.

But this is not over, and even if you didn’t know you like this so much, you want to keep going. “Very good, little boy. Now stand up, Mommy is gonna have more fun with you tonight. I want you to take off those pants and lay on all fours on the bed” you order. Law’s eye widens. “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything you wouldn’t like, baby” you calm him.

“Ok, mommy” he says and frees his huge erection from the grey cotton pants. “I see you are so wet, baby” you tell him, and help him take his boxers off. You kiss his hips and let him go to bed. He is scared, you notice that, but at the same time precum drips from his member. Aroused, and scared. Aroused and needy.

There he lies on all fours for you. Both of you know exactly how the anatomy works, where are the most sensitive parts. You approach him from behind, kissing and biting his glute. Your tongue travels to his rear entrance. He gasps and squirms at the very wet touch. But he wants this, he is begging for this, even if he does not speak.

You rim him, up, down, and around. Wetting his entrance with passion. Your hand snakes from behind and milk his hard member while your tongue plays at his back, penetrating his entrance with it. He moans loudly, moans you never heard escape his mouth. Heavenly melody to your ears.

Your lover, is on the verge of cumming as he tells you “Mommy, I’m… I’m comming”. “Are you? oh no… Did I give you permission?” you ask, maliciously, stroking his member even faster. “N-no… mommy I can’t…” he whines. He is a mess and he is about to burst.

You suddenly stop. His aching member twitching on your palm, your finger menacing to penetrate his rear entrance. “Mommy…” he cries. “Sh baby, let me make you cum differently for the first time” you say. He already knows what your plan is, and surprisingly he moves his hips towards your hand. “You want this, huh?” you tell him and stick your index right inside him. He grunts, and you notice his legs turn weaker. In and out you penetrate him, until it feels so dilated you should add more fingers. And so you do. He accompanies your movements with his hips, he wants to take it deep. And he does. He finally reaches climax, no hands to his dick. Sticky climax product dripping from his member to the bed.

“Good boy!” you tell him, kissing his tattooed back as he gets back to his normal breathing. “Next time, I'll use a strap on with you, little boy” you whisper into his ear, making him squirm. He loved it; he wants more…

When he gets ready for the next round, you command him to fuck you. You lie on your back, legs spread open. “Come fuck mommy, babe” you tell him. And he does not hesitate. Those strong hips thrusting in and out of you, deep, so deep. He might be a perfect sub, but he fucks you like an animal, and you can’t help but let him destroy your insides violently.

“Do you like this mommy?” he says in between panting. “Yes, babe. Don’t you dare stop fucking mommy, or you will be punished one more time” you tell him, making you fuck you rougher, harder, faster. Until both of you burst into a big orgasm. Probably everybody around the New World heard you, but how could you hold back?...

“Mommy, I love you” he says, nuzzling into your breasts. You hug him tight, caressing his back in circular motions. “Mommy loves you too, baby” you tell him. Soon exhaustion wins the fight, and both of you drift into a restful sleep…