#and oh my god I’m tired of seeing his cervix

[cherrysnax]

not to SYS! on main but like comics Miguel reads just like Robyn and older leo to me it’s soooo weird

[desreads]

──── they loved you. m.s

warnings. pnv. creampie. use of pet names. slight angsty. daddy issues if you squint rlly hard yall. w.c: 1399

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“fuck, matt, i’m g-gonna cum–shit!”

you weren't.

but you couldn't wait to be done riding him. it wasn't that you didn't like to take control or simply weren't into what was happening or didn't even want to fuck matt–quite the opposite, really. you loved fucking matt and you relished in the way he was able to make you feel, filling you up completely so that every time he buried himself in you, his mushroom tip would kiss your cervix just the way you liked.

but you were tired, and quite frankly, bored. you didn't even want to have sex tonight in the first place and only caved when he gave you those damn puppy dog eyes. your boyfriend knew how to play you like a fiddle and damn you if he never got what he wanted.

that's how it usually went. matt getting whatever he wanted and discarding you afterwards like you were just some human fleshlight he could use. you didn't see it that way, of course, because you were madly in love with him. you'd do anything to please him, even if it meant faking an orgasm so that he wouldn't find his pleasure elsewhere.

not that you'd think matt would cheat. but… who was to say he wouldn't, you know?

“y-you are? i can’t feel y—fuck, baby–”

you cut off matt's confusion by clenching your walls around his dick in a fluttering motion, grinding against him lazily and hiding your face in the crook of his neck so he didn't see the way you weren't really lost in pleasure. you felt horrible for lying, but you knew he wouldn't come if you didn't first and as long as he was pleased and satisfied, it was worth it.

to matt, nothing was out of the ordinary and that's why after snapping his hips up a few times, holding your hips like his life depended on it, he finally came. you smiled against his flesh because you knew the hard part was over and the two of you could just be now.

but as you started placing small, true affectionate kisses against his neck, matt groaned and patted your hip. like he couldn't be bothered. “baby, please—back to your seat, yeah?”

you stopped your actions and pulled back slightly, looking at his face to check if he was serious. and judging by the way he was more interested in looking outside his window, you knew that he was.

you nodded your head and forced a small smile to your face, already lifting yourself up to pull him out of you. “of course, my love, ‘m sorry.”

you winced at the feeling of his cock leaving you, his cum already leaking out of your hole which you trapped in as you quickly pulled back up your panties and shorts. he'd kill you if you got his car dirty, even if it was his fault.

when you slumped back in the passenger seat, shifting your legs a bit uncomfortably after all the work you just put in, you looked back over at him. he was already tucking his dick back inside his jeans, his expression no longer full of admiration like he first had when you climbed on top of him.

taking a deep breath in and finding a smile, you started speaking. “oh my god, matt, i totally forgot to tell you. my parents agreed that you could help us on mo—”

“so, i’m droppin’ you at home now, right?” you were a bit taken back by his interruption, already putting his seatbelt back on as he started the car.

you wanted to tell him that your parents, well, more like your mother, agreed to have him help you when move-in day came. you knew it was only a week away when you'd finally move into your dorm, but that was why you begged and begged your parents to let him tag along. you needed matt there, needed to see him that day before you couldn't for who knows how long.

sometimes it felt like you couldn't live without him.

even when he was acting like he had better things to do than sit and talk to his girlfriend after fucking her.

the smile on your face faltered for just a moment before you nodded, turning in your seat and doing your seatbelt. “yeah… yeah, you can take me home, babe.”

the rest of the car ride was mostly silent. it seemed like every time you started to talk about something, matt would either find a new way to cut you off or he'd act completely uninterested. not that you blamed him. you weren't talking about anything special, anyway. you could see his phone blow up a million times from its place on the dashboard and of course, you were naturally curious.

“want me to answer those for you, baby?”

matt's eyes briefly went to you before looking back at the road, a look of confusion with a hint of irritation taking place. “what? my phone?”

you shrugged your shoulders, your eyes still on his phone that seemed to be getting a new message a second. “yeah, i mean, it's been blowing up and you haven't even looked at it once and you're driving and all, so i figured–”

“you're not touching my phone, babe.” and with the tone of his voice, you knew not to say anything more about the topic. it wasn't the major red flag that made you sour; you hated whenever he used that tone, the authoritative and firm way he made himself sound. it reminded you of your father, and god did you hate that.

matt looked back at you and moved his right hand from the wheel to your thigh, squeezing it gently to get your attention before giving you a lopsided smile. “finish telling me that thing with your parents. what they'd say?”

and just like that, your slightly soured mood brightened up and you were back to explaining to him what you tried to tell him earlier. and he listened intently, making sure to give you all of his attention, squeezing your thigh occasionally as a silent reassurance of his ‘affection’.

what could matt say? you were easy when it came to just a little bit of affection from him.

you closed the door behind you once you got in your house. matt had already sped off–well, practically the minute you stepped outside of the car, he was gone. but he agreed to help you move in your dorm and that was all you could think about.

as you walked to your room, you noticed the door to your fathers study was open and the light was on. curiosity got the best of you and you ended up treading your way over, leaning up against the doorway once you made it. you saw him sitting in his chair at his desk, his nose buried in some papers as his hand moved swiftly with his pen.

“hey, dad,” you hesitantly greeted him, trying to gain his attention before adding a small smile to your face.

all you were met with was a hum. not even a spared glance or anything. it hurt you a little, but you persisted anyway.

“hey, so, i talked with matt. he said he’d be there for when we move me into my dorm. he actually suggested that we–”

“hey, honey,” your dad cut you off, finally looking up at you with a neutral expression. you stopped talking and waited for him to continue. “close the door on your way out, yeah?”

your smile fell, but the ache between your legs and need to sleep made it so you didn't have the strength to stay and pester him. maybe get some form of conversation out of him that didn't involve lectures, but you knew even that was unlikely.

you nodded your head briefly, your hand already on the doorknob. “sure thing, dad. need anything else?”

“nope. thanks, y/n. night.” not even an ‘i love you’.

but that was how guys were, right? they didn't need to express their love constantly to get the point across that they loved you. it made you want to giggle at how you recalled just a few minutes ago, matt didn't bother to tell you he loved you before driving away.

but you knew they loved you. in their own ways. right?

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desspeaks! okay daddy issues core. as a person with daddy issues, this was lowk fun to write and i can't wait to write more angsty stuff like this in the future. stay awesome everyone <3

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tartilgaxreader

summary: Childe grows tired of your avoidance towards him and decides to teach you a lesson ;)

warnings: mature themes, MINORS DNI

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You had been avoiding Childe like an illness all week and oh was he fucking pissed about it.

But finally, by the grace of the gods themselves it seemed, you agreed to come over.

Maybe you were nervous to see Childe, whatever it was he had grown tired of the cat and mouse game.

He wanted you now, wanted you so fucking bad he could practically taste your cunny on his tounge.

And there you were in his home, finally.

Fuck.

He knew it was wrong, knew it was so wrong but did he care? No. No he fucking didn’t.

That’s why he had you pressed into his mattress, ass up while he mercilessly plunging his thick length into your greedy cunt.

One hand had a firm grip on your hair, shoving your face into his pillows harshly.

The other was tugging and playing with your puffy clit, already sore and aching from his brutal treatment.

Your lungs were screaming for air, the pillow blocking your mouth, muffled moans and crys danced to his ears and he grunted in satisfaction.

“You fucking bitch..hah..thinkin you can play around with me? Huh?” He sneered, his tip bullying itself against your cervix.

Your vision was getting spotty, no matter how loud you tried to scream it wasn’t loud enough.

Suddenly he pulled your body flush against his chest, you gasped and nearly chocked on the sudden rush of oxygen that filled your lungs.

Tears were already rushing down your cheeks, a sob wrenched out of your mouth and you swore you felt him get harder inside of you.

“Please s-stop.” You whimpered, a hoarse cry leaving your lips and he slapped your clit.

You flinched, trying to curl in on yourself but Childe had moved his hand to the base of your throat and squeezed warningly.

He shushed you with a gentle tone but picked up his pace, balls slapping your sweat soaked skin and his hold on your neck tightening ever so slightly.

“Please.” You tried again, sobbing uncontrollably as your insides felt like they were on fire, your tits bounced in rhythm with his thrusts.

“You brought this on yourself y/n. I’m a patient man but you’ve played one to many games with me.” He growled lowly in your ear.

Your body began to feel tingly, your skin crawling with the building euphoria that pooled in your lower tummy.

You were so close and Childe knew it.

Your insides began to hug around his length tightly, each of your slippery rings holding his cock hostage inside of you made his balls swell with an undeniable urge to cum.

“M’sorry.” You managed to mewl out, drool began pooling outside of your mouth but the blissful pleasure hitting your body sweetly made you care less.

Childe rumbled a low chuckle through his chest which vibrated against your back deliciously, it felt as though every nerve through out your body was burning for release.

“So close..” You managed to whisper as Childes pace grew slower, and slower.

“Oh really?” He cooed in a teasing tone, his teeth grazing along your shoulder before placing a small kiss on the crook of your neck.

You nod pleadingly while your cunt began to throb in an almost painful manner, silently screaming at you for its release.

“You hurt my feelings y/n, I’ve missed you this whole week and you continued to avoid me. You wound me you know, why would you hide from me?” He murmured while running his hands over your breasts, nipples hard as rocks under his warm fingers.

A shiver ran through your body as you felt his cock rub along your swollen bundle of nerves.

Your mind was clouded with lust and a fiery need for Childes length plunging back into your dripping cunny.

“I w-was busy with training, and I’ve just been so tired. I didn’t want to disappoint you.” You whimpered back softly.

Childe was silent for a moment, his lips pressed gently to your neck before trailing over your shoulders.

“You could never disappoint me.” He murmured while his warm hands glided down to your waist.

His lips continued to pepper your skin softly before his cock abruptly slammed its way inside of you.

A fiery pain coursed through your vains, making you cry out in such a sweet manner it nearly made Childe cum.

“Although you could never disappoint me y/n, I do enjoy thoroughly punishing you.” He growled lowly as he began to rut himself deep in the warm embrace of your cunny.

“Baby- Please- h-ho fuck.” You whined out, the knot in your tummy burned deliciously as Childe continued to grip your hips tightly, his eyes glued to the lewd expressions your face made.

“Touch yourself for me.” He cooed lowly, leaning his head down so he could be even closer to you. His pace had grown sloppy and you knew he was ready to burst.

Your hand shyly traveled between your legs to the sweet bundle of nerves that practically begged to be touched, rubbing your clit in gentle circles your breath quickened.

“Look at me when you cum y/n.” He groaned while sweat began beading along his ginger hairline, the sight was enough for you to arch up into him and release around his length.

“Oh gods.” You breathed as pure euphoria ripped through your body, your face was enough to send Childe over the edge, who promptly dumped his seed deep inside of you.

All was quiet for a moment except the both of your laboured breaths filling the room, your body tingled sweetly as you turned your head to look at your lover.

Childe smirked at you for a moment before reaching his hand over your waist to pull you flush against his own body “We’re not done yet y/n.” He purred lowly, hand already reaching for your overstimulated cunny.

“Your punishments just getting started~”

[lipglossanon]

October 2nd

Kink: Breeding

Pairing: Dogman!Leon S. Kennedy x Puppy fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, hybrid au, hybrids, knotting, breeding kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, short and sweet

not proofread

“Thatta girl,” he grunts, bending you over the couch. “Show me that needy pussy, pup.”

Whining, your tail wags happily while you bend forward, naked body on total display—pussy leaking slick down your thighs as the older dogman stands behind you. You can hear him shifting around before his hands glide down your back to cup your ass, spreading you open even further. 

“Never get tired of seeing this hot cunt gushing for me,” he hums, a pleased rumble to his voice. “Gonna breed you full, give you my pups.”

“Please, please,” you whine, pressing your ass back against him. “Want it so bad, Leon.”

He chuffs and rubs his cock against your soaked pussy lips.

“Fat pussy’s gonna get my knot,” he rocks his cock inside your clenching heat. “Gonna stuff her so good, little pup.”

You pant and whine as he slowly bottoms out inside your cunt. He doesn’t let you adjust and pulls all the way out before slamming back inside. Nails clawing at the couch cushion, you howl as his tip grinds against your cervix. He groans and drapes his chest across your back, hips rabbiting against your ass. The crude sounds of skin slapping and the wet squelch of your pussy fills your ears and makes you whine. 

“Gonna breed you full,” he nips at your jawline, “fuck, keep you knotted for hours, make sure it takes.”

“Yes, yes, please,” you mewl needily, legs shaking as he reaches around to play with your clit. “Oh, god, want you to breed my pussy so bad.”

“Good girl,” he groans, biting at your ear. “Good girl’s deserve to have their cute little pussies bred, don’t they, sweetheart?”

“Uh huh,” you hiccup a cry as he rubs your clit faster. “I’m gonna cum, Leon. Gonna cream your fat knot.”

“Yes,” he keeps up the tight circles on your swollen bud, “cum all over me, pup. Show me how bad you need me to fill your pretty pussy.”

He snaps his hips forward and the sweet bite of pain from his head kissing your cervix, makes your eyes roll back as your orgasm overtakes your senses. Crying out, your body nearly locks up, pussy milking Leon’s cock as he howls up at the ceiling. He buries his cock deep in your spasming hole, knot locking you together as his cum floods your cunt. 

“Taking it so good, sweetheart,” he murmurs against your neck, tongue licking the sweat beading at your hairline. “Such a perfect pup.”

You hum dazedly, body sinking down across the couch as you feel each spurt of his thick seed filling your pussy. 

[chrissturnslovergirlx]

turning tables - a vinnie hacker short

a/n: requested by @tcvazq; lowercase intended

cw: swearing, jealous vinnie, vinnie being a dickhead, angry sex, unprotected sex, slight handjob, pussy eating, dirty talk, creampie, fluffy aftercare. this an nfsw short, everything written is fictional. interact or don’t, i’m not your mother

summary: trying to fuck the attitude out of an angry vinnie fails to work when he decides it’s better to fuck you dumb

“what the fuck was that guy’s problem?!”

“vin, it’s not that big of a deal! he was just being nice!”

“he was flirting with you! did you not see him staring at your lips? he wanted to kiss you!” 

“okay, now you’re being stupid. he was a nice boy who just wanted to chat.”

“god, you’re so fucking thick-headed!”

“excuse me? i’m thick-headed? okay, that’s fine.”

i storm off, unable to take any more of his attitude. i slam the door to our bedroom and into the bathroom, where i feel the tears spill from my eyes and down my cheeks. the house is silent, dead silent. like you could hear a pin drop it was that quiet. i break that silence by turning the tap on to wash my face. as i dry my face with a towel, i feel a pair of hands harshly grab my waistband of my shorts to rip them off. 

“vinnie what the fuck?! no! you don’t deserve this! if anything, i should fuck your nasty attitude out of you!”

“oh yeah? prove it then,” vinnie spat.

i push him out of the bathroom and shove him onto the bed with everything that i have. i spit on his cock and jerk him off super fast. hearing slight groans from his lips, i speed up my actions, my wrist feeling like it’s on fire from the rapid pace of me jerking him off. i feel my movements getting tired and sloppy, my wrist burning from trying to prove him that i can fuck his attitude out of him.

“give up princess?” he says, all cocky and confident in himself

“no. shut up.”

fucking dickhead. i straddle his waist and align myself over his cock. i sink down onto his cock, letting myself go all the way down until i reach the base as his tip hits my cervix. i moan at the way his cock stretches me out and the way it feels so deep and so full inside me. i start bouncing up and down really fast, trying to fuck the attitude of his him but once again, i’m met with light groans. twat. i’m growing tired of this, i give up.

“tired princess? you give up now?”

i shoot him the middle finger before i’m flipped over and thrown onto my back, legs spread and pussy out in the open air. 

“how about i fuck you dumb, maybe my attitude will go away.”

vinnie dips his head down and starts devouring me like an animal. licking, biting and sucking my clit and folds, the pleasure is too much. it feels so good, i hate it. but i love it too damn much. asshole. cute asshole. i hate him. oh fuck i love him, he’s unreal. i feel myself cumming all over his face, i wasn’t even ready to announce it yet! he wipes his mouth clean and begins jerking himself off. what a cocky bastard! he shoves his cock inside me, giving me no time to adjust as he pounds me into oblivion. 

i can’t help but moan, whine and cry out at the intense pleasure of it all. the way his cock glides through my wetness, the way his veins hit all the right spots and the way his tip hits my cervix, god it feels fucking amazing. i’m so close, i can feel my walls clench around vinnie’s cock, ready to explode all over him. 

“vinnie, i’m gonna cum, oh fuck right there don’t st- ah!”

i cum around vinnie’s cock, my juices coating him all the down to the base and down to his balls. Vinnie cums not long after, his warm load spurting inside me as it paints my walls white. he pulls out and helps me clean myself up. he sits me down on the toilet so i can do my business before helping me wash my hands, put my pyjamas on and tucking me into bed. he plays with my hair before we fall asleep in each other’s arms.

the next morning, i wake up, my head pounding and legs shaking. i think back to last night’s events and now i understand why. i go to get up out of bed but crawl back in because i can’t move. it hurts to walk. vinnie walks back in from the bathroom, smile on his face. 

“morning, princess. how’d you sleep?”

“fine. you hurt me.”

“what do you mean?”

“i can’t walk, idiot!”

“oh. sorry.”

“i guess i should apologise. i didn’t mean to make you angry. the poor guy wanted to talk.”

“no, i should apologise. i just got jealous seeing you talk to a guy that’s not me. sometimes i get scared that you’ll leave me for someone else.”

“vincent, no! i would never do that. don’t be silly! you’re mine and i’m yours.”

“good, cause now i want cuddles.”

“come here, you big goof!” i giggle, stretching my arms out for the boy in front of me.

we spend the rest of the morning cuddling, kissing and making up after last night. I think we both learnt our lessons. vinnie’s lesson being that he doesn’t have to be so jealous anymore as my eyes are on him and him only, and my lesson being don’t try and fuck the attitude out of my boyfriend as i’ll just get fucked dumb to the point where i can’t move a muscle downstairs. 

[who-knew-a-sheep-can-write]

Kiss Me Softly: Leon Kennedy x Pregnant!Reader (NSFW)

someone sent this to the old blog and I forgot to move it over here when I killed off the ask box but I do remember what you want the premise to be anon, I got you.

Contains: Pregnant sex, breast worship and good ol' dirty talk

The sensation was almost burning in your core. Slowly, heating up more and more somewhere deep in your gut to the point you had started to even wonder if you’ve ever felt normal since you had gotten pregnant; Especially since you’ve hit your third trimester. The sensation only got worse when he would leave, off to some little corner of the world for God knows how long before he would always find his way back home to you. Days like those were always exciting.

Even now, as you were alone and lying on the couch, you couldn’t help but feel giddy as you stared at the clock on your phone. He would be home any minute after spending all day in some office, and any minute, he’d walk right through that door.

The feeling inside of you was blazing at this point. It wasn’t heartburn or trapped gas, but a lustrous heat that only your loving husband could stomp out. It clawed up at your ribcage, spiking right through your heart, clawing right at your mind. The heat inside of you was heavy and warm, especially where it sat nice and pretty right in between your legs.

You could feel it pooling right at your cervix, you could feel your own heartbeat through the delicate skin. You could feel the warm honey dripping from your petals. Your own attempts of getting off didn’t work out well. Not only was it hard to do being so far along, it also didn’t feel right. You needed to feel the stretch only his fingers and especially his cock could give you.

Fuck, you wanted him- no, you needed him. You needed Leon to take you so badly that it started to hurt. You needed his touch, you needed his sweet words in your ear, you needed his lips on your body. Just the thought of him taking you like this had the heat blooming hotter.

And then you heard it, the soft clicking at the door of Leon inserting his key and turning. You sat up as quickly as you could but didn’t stand, eyes alert and staring at the door as you watched intently at it swing open to reveal your husband.

His face lit up upon seeing you, his normally cold eyes shined like oceans at just one look at you. And that smile, shit, how it made your spine tingle in all of the right places.

“You waited up for me?”

His words were sweet and dark, like a fine wine you craved to drink.

“I wanted to,” you purred.

You tried to stand up, barely able to lift yourself at an awkward angle before Leon had helped you out. His strong hands on either hip gently lifting you up from the couch, making sure you were steady on your feet, both of you facing each other now.

His hands drifted to your swollen belly, pressing his palms flat against the delicate skin as he leaned down and pressed his forehead to yours.

“How have my girls been?” he glanced up into your eyes before falling back to your belly.

“Your daughter’s been using me as a punching bag all day since you let,” you huffed. “And I’ve been missing you.”

“I’m sorry,” he pressed a kissed to your lips as he rubbed soothing circles against you. “But just think; One more month and she’ll be here.” And he’ll be given a very generous paternity leave too. “Can I get you anything? You have to be so tired by now, sweetheart.”

Oh, how the lightbulb went off in your head.

You brought your arms up and trailed them along his forearms up to his strong biceps to his broad shoulders. Your massaged at his shoulders and traced at the strong columns of his neck with a soft hum.

“There is one thing you can do,” you purred.

You know for a fact that Leon did not miss that little mischievous look in your eyes.

“And what might that be?”

You knew he knew just from his tone, all heavy and dark. His lips pulled back into a knowing smirk as he brought himself as close to you as your pregnant belly would allow. Just being under his gaze had your knees feeling weak.

“I need you,” you whispered to your husband. “Please, Leon, I need you.”

He could listen to your begging all day long and never get tired of it.

Before you could process it, Leon had wrapped his arms around and scooped you up, holding you bridal style as he stepped lively towards the bedroom. You gasped softly and clung to his shoulders, earning you a deep chuckle from him as pressed a kiss to your neck. The scratch of his stubble felt so fucking good that it pulled a soft moan from your lips, one of your hands came up to his hair and carded your fingers through his thick dirty blond locks. Were you this touch starved for him that just the scratch of his facial hair would do you in?

Leon barely stumbled through the hall before he gently kicked open the bedroom door with his boot. His long legs strode right across the bedroom as he gently set you down at the foot of the bed. He didn’t get up though, and only pushed you down until your back was flush with the sheets and he was hovering over you. He leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss once more, one of his large hands embedded itself in the sheets right next to your head while the other grabbed onto your body, gently kneading your soft hip causing you to purr into the kiss.

Leon pulled back with a smirk, your noses brushing against one another, his eyes cloudy with hazy lust.

“I’m barely touching you and you’re already a mess,” he chuckled darkly. “What am I gonna do with you?”

“Fuck me, Leon,” you spurred him on. “Please?”

Leon pressed a kiss to your lips as his hand on your waist slid down to your thigh. He squeezed the soft flesh before inching your legs apart. He pressed his knee between the part he had created, you knew he could feel just how wet you were. He hummed against your lips as he stood up fully. He moved his knee away to make room for his other hand, agile fingers rubbing your pussy through the fabric of your pants and underwear. His eyes lit up with a devious glint at just the feeling of how horny you were for him.

“Already this wet for me, dove? All I did was just kiss you.” His eyes briefly looked down at your clothed pussy and then back at you. “Or did you already get started without me?”

“I-I’m sorry Leon. Please, I need you,” you whimpered.

His hand that had parted your thighs traced mindless shapes on the side of your belly.

“I can’t blame you. You’ve been insatiable since I knocked you up, always needing me, always begging for more.” God, just the way his hair fell into his eyes, how he was standing over you, how he just looked at you - it was all perfect. He slid his hand past the waistband of the loose yoga pants that sat around your waist and curled his fingers around your panties. You lifted your ass just a bit like a good wife so he could slide the damned things off your legs and let them pool to the floor. His eyes immediately locked onto your perfect pussy all wet and dripping just for him. “Look at this; All for me.”

“Leon-”

He snatched at your waist and hoisted you more onto the bed until your head hit the pillows, propping you up just a bit. Leon climbed onto the bed and spread your legs apart as far as they would go. The cool air of the room sparked at your exposed womanhood, the poor thing throbbed with a carnal need for your husband as he bent over. He grasped at both of your ankles and drew them over his shoulders as he finally buried his tongue into your pussy.

You found yourself crying out of pleasure instantly. Your back arched a bit off the bed as your eyes screwed shut, the pillows cradled at your neck while your mind went completely blank. Leon growled a bit into your pussy as he tongue fucked you, he held your ankles loosely, encouraging you to wrap them around and squeeze his head. You mewled and moaned, hands snatching at the blankets as you panted and cried. Your throat seized, your heart fluttered, your core was dripping with hot honey for him to lap up with that tongue of his.

One of his hands let go of your ankle to finger your poor womanhood, his finger rubbing with vigor as his tongue lapped up your sweet taste. He never left you empty, when his tongue would roll out he would immediately replace it with his finger only to repeat the process.

You squeezed your eyes closed and sank your head back into the pillows even more only for Leon to abruptly pull away. Your eyes flew open and your head shot up to look at him with those desperate eyes.

“Look at me,” he ordered, “and don’t stop looking.”

You shivered at his voice, all dark and bossy, just like how he would order you around in bed before you were pregnant. A part of you missed that side of Leon, the part that always pushed you past your limits, forcing you over the edge multiple times, dragging on your agony before he would let you climax. You missed how rough he could be. He never did that to you while you were pregnant, though.

You maintained eye contact to the best of your ability despite your fluttering eyelids threatening to squeeze shut as your orgasm started to clench at your core. He had propped you up so you both could look at each other over your pregnant belly, his stormy blue eyes were truly something to get lost in as you came against his mouth.

You cried aloud as he continued to tongue fuck you, adamant on lapping up your sweet taste and not missing a single drop until you had run clean. He gently placed your legs back down on the bed before he stood up. He wiped his lower lip with his thumb, gathering what little of your orgasm that had been left before he licked it off. His cheeks were blushed with a soft pink and his pupils were blown wide with lust.

“It’s almost like you got sweeter when I got you pregnant,” he purred.

He shucked off his jacket and threw it aside before he swiftly pulled off his shirt with a single motion. You couldn’t help but flush at the sight of him. Sure, you’ve seen him naked, and especially shirtless, plenty of times but you couldn’t help it. You had him all to yourself. He snatched at his belt and undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor and leaving him only his boxers. His erection was obvious, the poor thing straining against the thin and dark material. You could a little wet spot forming as his head leaked his salty precum.

God, you wanted to taste it so badly.

He noticed you watching intently and decided to give you a little show. He slowly peeled away at the waistband of his boxers despite your soft groans of protest. His stupid smirk really only showed how much of a little shit he really was.

“Please, don’t tease me,” you begged, still out of breath from getting fucked with his tongue.

Leon dropped his boxers, letting his poor dick spring free. He groaned a little bit when it sprung free, one of his hands squeezed at the base of his cock and pumped himself a few times. He ran his thumb over the precum that had beaded out, smearing it across his head as he continued to eye you.

“I love how you look,” he said near-breathless, “all soft with my child. You look so fucking gorgeous. I should get you pregnant more often.” 

Your face lit aflame at his words. He really did have a pregnancy kink, huh? Leon once again climbed on top of you, caging you in his arms. His hands planted themselves on either side of your head, fingers curling against the wooden headboard. You spread your legs as you felt the head of Leon’s cock rutting against your swollen pussy, barely splitting your petals apart, teasing you unjustly.

He slowly thrust into you, your mouth fell open into an airy cry of pleasure that had drifted into a content sigh when he buried himself up to the root in you. Your chest seized and your back arched into him as much as you could. Your hands came up to grab at Leon’s brawny shoulders, desperately needing something to ground you as your nails sank into his skin. Leon moaned as your pussy squeezed around him, panting like a dog from just one thrust inside of you.

Leon unscrewed his eyes as he started to thrust at a slow pace, his hips rocking back and forth to ease open your clenching walls. His eyes landed on your breasts, his throat bobbed, his hands snatched at the headboard so hard that it started to groan and creak under his grip.

“God, just look at you. I love how you look like this, dove,” he said breathlessly.

He unlatched one of his hands to grab at your breast, pawing and kneading it as you bounced in his grip from his thrusts. It was heavy and warm in his hand, full of developing milk. He brought his head down and latched his mouth on your other breast, biting and kissing the plump flesh until he latched onto your nipple. You moaned aloud, the crown of your skull burying deeper into the pillow as Leon sucked at your breast like a man starved. His other hand had started to knead slower, his fingers coming up to pinch at your nipple. You hissed and sighed over and over as he drank from your breast, your nails driving in deeper.

When Leon had had his fill, he unlatched himself from your nipple but not without rolling his teeth gently over the poor abused thing to illicit a shrill moan from you. He buried his lips in your neck as his quickened his pace, his stomach flexing and his back arching in with his thrusts. His stubble scratched at your skin deliciously as his teeth ghosted over the crook of your neck.

“I could drink from you all day,” he growled in your ear. You moaned, you couldn’t form words right with your mouth, your mind was too fuzzy as you chased your second orgasm. Leon chuckled darkly in your ear, biting gently at your throat. “I can’t wait until I’m home on leave. I’m gonna pamper you, you’re not gonna lift a finger. I’ll take care of you. Do you want that?” You nodded your head, unable to form words, only moans and cries. “I can’t wait until I can knock you up again,” he growled right into your ear. “I’ll knock you up like the slut you are.” Your walls fluttered around his cock, your eyes started to flutter shut when Leon snatched at your jaw, forcing you to look at him. “Look at me when I’m fucking you.” Fuck, his words really drove it home for you. “Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum right on my dick.”

[tiredcreatur3]

i love the idea of dilf toji being a brat tamer

he’d definitely be the best at it my god. pause cuz that sounds wonderful

-

he’d definitely hold grudges and really make you regret ever not listening to him or making fun of him.

maybe he’d not react to it right away but oh, the next time the two of you are having sex, he makes sure you will not enjoy it.

and don’t get him wrong, he loves pleasuring you, making you feel good, hell he doesn’t even care about him coming as much as he cares about you coming and enjoying yourself.

but when you’re being a brat and not obeying him, he fucking hates that shit and will make sure you know.

so of course, the size difference and strength difference helps him out a lot on this, folding you and positioning you however he needs at the moment and you end up in a position he knows you don’t like because it hurts and oh, the pressure it makes you feel in your lower tummy is awful.

but he starts fucking you, completely ignoring your little whines and whimpers, grunting and panting softly as he feels how you dig your nails into his arms, shaking but not being able to do anything about it.

“t-toji..” you let out, knowing what he was doing and why he put you into this uncomfortable position, little whimpers leaving you anyway because it still felt good, staring at him with soft fucked out eyes.

“i-it hurts a l-lot..” you whispered, the tip of the male’s cock hitting your cervix multiple times which was so so fucking painful, it bringing tears to your eyes.

“doesn’t feel good, huh.” he hummed coldly, continuing, watching how you began to sob, poor little wet pussy getting pounded hard and deep, legs shaking as they were secured up in the air by the male’s strong shoulders, using you as his little fucktoy.

you shook your head, sniffling as your lower lip trembled, “p-please stop..”

“you think you deserve it?”

and you just let out a few shake breaths, crying under the male, letting out few little “please”’s one after another, hoping he’d have some mercy. (he didn’t)

“i-i’m sorry, da-daddy.. -‘m so-sorry, s-sorry, ‘m sorry.” you babbled out after a few more minutes of the male torturing you just like that, both the pain with a bit of pleasure mixed in making you all out of it, so fucked out, shaking and choking on your own tears as the male eventually gave in, knowing you’ve learned your lesson, stopping and removing you from the uncomfortable position, wrapping you up in his arms.

“what a good little girl.. did better than last time.” he whispered, resting on the bed and letting you rest on top of him, throwing a blanket over the two of you, knowing how much you loved skin to skin contact with him.

“i love you, sweetheart.. you did so good. you know it doesn’t make daddy happy seeing you like this, right?”

he’d reassure you because even though it was supposed to be your punishment, he always wanted to make sure you were okay and weren’t thinking any bad thoughts afterwards and you were so fucking grateful for that.

“i love you too, daddy.. promise i’ll be a good girl now.” you let out quietly, giving him a little tired out smile and oh, he couldn’t help but kissing your cheeks, pulling you closer and gently stroking your hair.

[sinsandsweetness]

BBY I JUST WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW THAT I WAS THE ONE WHO WROTE THE BURB LINKED IN YOUR 1K CELEBRATION. THE ONE AB SUBBY DARYL?? i wrote that😩

also

💿for daryl and reader with motorcycle sex!

bby anon❤️

I loved it so much it’s in my daydream masterlist<3 I shoulda guessed it was u.

18+ under the cut

“Fuck,” your head snaps back from the grip he has on your hair. Fingers interlaced with your tresses, tugging you back towards him, forcing your head to turn and catch his mouth in a messy kiss. It’s perfect. Right there on the side of the road. The middle of nowhere. No one around to see you or hear you or interrupt you. Just you, Daryl and his motorcycle.

He has you bent over the handlebars. The end of his cock kissing your cervix with every snap of his hips against the flesh of your ass. Grunts and groans falling from his mouth with each thrust. You’re both almost fully clothed, grabbing at the leather of each other's jackets in order to close the gap between you. Your jeans are bunched up at your knees and his belt buckle is hitting the backs of your thighs with every thrust.

“Can’t- mphm- can’t believe we haven’t done this before-” he says in between grunts, his lips tickling your ear as his hands make their way under your jacket, hands wrapping around your ribs as he forces you back onto his cock.

“Dare, I’m gonna cum.”

“Wait for me,”

“Can’t,” you whine. You can try. But you know you won’t last. Not with the pace he’s going and the previous two hours of teasing and edging from the vibration of the bike underneath you, heightening the whole experience.

“Please, baby. I'm close. Just, a little longer,” he pleads, kissing down your neck, trying to slow his pace for you, yet wanting to go faster for him. To catch up. You let out a moan in your struggle. Overwhelmed by the feeling of him always getting you there so effortlessly.

“Alright,” he grunts again, speeding up real good this time. Hard, fast thrusts, jolting you forward. Brushing your sweet spot like no one else ever could. “Let it out. Come for me sweetheart. Wanna hear you.”

“Oh god,” you let your moans come out. Knowing it’s exactly what he wants to hear. And while you think you’re being loud, you’re not even exaggerating. It’s just so liberating to finally be able to cry or scream if you want to. Unlike having to muffle your sounds into a pillow with the paper thin walls of the prison back home. “D- Daryl…” your voice trails off and you squeeze your eyes shut, core starting to shake against his grip as a wave of hot pleasure shoots through you. When his hips come to a halt and you’re both breathing heavy, he rests his forehead on your shoulder. Catching his breath as he pulls out and situates himself. He slips his fingers under the band of your underwear, pulling them up and over your hips. Dampening immediately at the puddle of cum that’s starting to drool out of you. Swinging your legs around to stand, you help him to tug your jeans on before hopping on the back. Buckling up your belt before you try to get comfy.

“You’re dripping down my thigh, Dare.” You inform him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

He doesn’t answer but you know he heard you. Biting back a proud little smile. He grabs the handlebars, straightening the front tire out as he kicks up the kickstand. One hand leaving the bars to reach around and give you two little love taps on your thigh.

“C’mon, let's get you home,”

He doesn’t realize it, and it would take a few months before you even tell him, but his comment makes you smile into his jacket; because to you, being right here with him and his bike, you’re already there.

[sehodreamsthoughts]

i’m having a sungchan brainrot day and he always radiates.. would fuck u so hard it hurts type of roughness.. like irl it’s not fun but in theory cervix fucking is kinda hot yeah🫣🫣 he’s so hot it hurts me and i just know he’s big… 🤕🤕 i need him so bad my new hc with him is single dad sungchan with a daughter and he meets u and u get along really well with his daughter (thinking possibly ur some type of teacher for her and sungchan doesn’t like you at first but he tolerates u because his daughter adores u) but idr think about having another kid with him or anything cuz not to get too personal but im not a “big fan” of pregnant reader n pregnancy and stuff in fics.. im okay with breeding kink stuff but that’s about as far as it goes for me most of the time

do u wanna tell me more about ur wonbin dream?🤭🤭 also divorced dad eunseok sounds kinda🫠🫠 /pos.. i so see that sort of idea with someone like fuma too although i think of more like established businessman.. with a wife.. for fuma and reader is not his wife 🫣

- 🥟 anon

I'm also not a big fan of pregnancy 😭, I love breading kink but I can't read pregnant reader 💀

Oh god, Sungchan with a daughter that is the light of his life, he would be so tired, a bit grumpy of how tired he is, hiding it pretty well from his daughter but having a hard time with you who notices everything. You'd ask him if he needs anything only from his tired eyes, and he'd be so rejecting because he doesn't have time for anything else with his busy life. Still, the minute you step into his house with your comfy clothes and he hears the echo of your voice in his living room he KNOWS why he was so rejecting. You're so fucking pretty he feels a sudden warmness filling him, recognizing the long forgotten sensation of wanting.

He thinks it is useless to feel all that since you're so young and you have so many things to do with the freedom he doesn't have anymore.

However, he doesn't know how he got into that position. His daughter had forgotten to cancel your class, not being at home, and he had invited you in only to give you a cup of coffee before sending you your way. Somehow, you'd be over his kitchen counter, showing him a little wound you had, not minding that you were lifting your long skirt to your knee, and then, teasingly, like a sincere joke, going further to your thigh.

"Do you think it's funny to tease an old man like me?" He'd say, looking away.

He doesn't enjoy being a joke, but hearing your laugh in his kitchen makes him so happy. He feels young again, and before he notices it he's already between your thighs, taking your face between his hands and not letting you go until you become the joke with how much you're squirming under the hands of an experienced man.

Everything is rough, fast, and crude. He doesn't take any of your clothes, just moving your underwear to the side and pushing his fingers to prepare you. When you ask him to just put it in he answers with a "Such a smart girl doesn't know what patience is" and a hand on your throat to make you stay in your place, "I guess you'll be the one receiving a lesson today".

You thought for a second that he was all words, until he proved you that indeed, with him you'd be learning about patience. He's torturing you with the slow pace of his fingers fucking you. He makes scissoring motions to make you relax, and it doesn't matter how much you beg him to just fuck you, he doesn't give in.

He's a serious man— a real man, able to contain any urge to make sure you take him good.

Later you understand how important the virtue of patience is. He's so big you cling to his shoulders, biting your lip to not cry of pain because that pain feels so good you don't care that you're going against your limits at accepting such a big cock inside you. Also, the way he makes you feel so secure in his arms, an assurance not any of the dumb boys you've fucked before in your life had. He's not softer than them, and he's so deep you know he's ruining you for any other man, but you don't care. Jung Sungchan fucks so good, you don't care that he has a daughter, a daughter that is your student, or that he's slightly older than you, even less how ungroomed he looks some mornings when he leaves his daughter under your care.

Who would care when the man can push your legs higher and knows exactly the perfect spot to thrust at to make your mind go numb.

Okay single dad!Sungchan is so hot, I have a weakness for DILF!Riize 😭

Oh god my dream, it was an intense one, I can even remember it now because I felt the pain even when I woke up 💀

I'll write it as a you narration because I feel weird using the first person 😭

TW: NONCON

You were deep asleep, tired of your exhausting routine, when you felt something pushing your legs open. You couldn't decipher what it was, or who, letting them do it before drifting back to sleep. You were so tired, nothing could really wake you up.

However, such pain would wake anyone up.

You opened your eyes and left a painful sound out when your walls were forced open by it, hard and thick, not giving you a second to think before it went all the way in.

In the darkness of the room you could recognize his longish hair, his slim figure, even his plush pout shooing you so you didn't make too much noise.

It was definitely him.

"Wonbin, it hurts" you hissed, closing your eyes again because you wanted to cry, "please pull out, please" you begged, one of your hands going to his strong abdomen to push him away.

Your nails scratched him by accident, and you apologized for marking his perfect skin.

"it's okay" he reassured you in a whisper, sliding his member out to then shove it all inside again, obliging a cry to leave your lips and your teeth to recklessly press against each other.

"it hurts!" There was no sign of pleasure in your voice, or in your body. Taking him should be, by what everyone says, a blessing, but the shattering pain filling your body made it impossible to describe as that.

He didn't stop. Your hands were useless at pushing him away, and your legs trembled, begging to shut and not let him stay between them anymore. You couldn't even breathe, air not filling your lungs before going out, searching for a way to relieve your body unconsciously.

The sounds leaving him were so different to yours. He left soft sighs, calm, placid, and his head fell back when he found exactly the rhythm he liked the most, even more, in a tightness he never thought he could enjoy.

When you were awake you had pushed him away so many times with the same words, he was afraid he couldn't feel the satisfaction of having you anymore.

If only you could enjoy it too.

The burning sensation when he finally pulled out made you doubt you could find that bliss ever again.

[isles-of-man]

As he settled behind her, body pushing back against him eagerly he chuckled at her wanton behaviour and determination to please him. It was moments ago she looked tired, worn from the exertion to allow him control but instinct had her pushing back. “let me take care of you, Brooke.” he playfully chastised, kissing the back of her neck and stroked her hair back to see her face as she stared back at him. “Gods” he hissed in pleasure, muscles gripping him.

He echoed her words, swearing under his breath as he leaned his head down on her back and licked at the sweat on her skin before he sat back on his knees. She was perfectly positioned to take more of his seed, pillows providing just the right angle that he could fuck her. “I’m going to breed you, baby. You’re going to have my baby” he panted, pummeling her with his cock as held her in his grip and she cooed with delight. Her exclamations of “oh gods, yes and more” spurned him on as he fucked her with abandoned, cock hard and slick as it slid in and out of her and buried deep as he hit her cervix. Nothing had felt better than being buried inside her, pumping her full of his seed and leaving her leaking with him down her thighs. The thought of it gave him the pleasure of a hum in his throat.

With every cry she made as he pounded her cunt with frenzied thrusts he smiled in delight at her cry, The noises of skin slapping, moans, and panting breaths from both of them permeated the room. He had claimed her body for himself, made love to her and now he fucked her just as she craved to have him. Brooke demanded more, pushing back and causing him to tighten his hold on her hips to still her. He hovered over her back, hands coming to her shoulders and pulling her back onto his cock as he fully took control of her body. “That’s it, baby. Let me do all the work” he crooned, panting harsh breaths, sweat between their bodies had become so much that he felt the nape of his back with beads of sweat and hair stuck to him.

He listened to her sweet cries, whimpering as he hit pressed against the most sensitive and pleasured spot inside her. “ah fuck!” he swore, gritting his teeth as she felt his balls draw into his body and his thrusts became more frantic. “Gonna fill you up. Give you a baby” he groaned, huskily in her ear before he pounded his hips into her he paused, and held her tight to him as he gave a guttural moan. Inside her cunt his cock pulsed, spurting his seed inside her until he came down from his shuddering climax before he pull back to roll on his back. He panted, hand running through his sweat-slicked hair, and waited till she joined him to lay near her. He laid his hand on her stomach, kissing her with gentle pecks as he stared into her eyes. Love, and still desire simmering underneath his sweet smile.

Brooke was filled to the brim with so much love and adoration for the man currently beneath her. She never truly realized what was in front of her all this time, he had been there for her in waiting. The brunette was relieved and ecstatic with the turn of events this night had taken. Indeed they were in baby-making business. She hummed blissfully as she captured his lips, ready and aching for more as her walls teased him by clenching still. "Mmm. Perfect answer, my love," she replied lovingly as her fingers lightly roamed over his chest.

The biggest and brightest smile etched upon her features as she laced their hands over her stomach, the possiblity of a child already was extremely high especially since their was no barrier between them, and since the sex had been lacking with her husband hardly had any need for contraceptives. A low hum of approval emitted from her throat at his suggestion. "I would love that," she whispered brushing her nose softly against his. "Yes. I do want you the rest of our lives. Sounds very promising," she breathed heavily as her heart swelled with immense love. His words and hums caused her body to shiver in anticipation. Her eyes fluttered at the sensations he evoked within.

Once in position with him behind her. Brooke could feel his mushroomed head slide through her slick folds, as she pushed back against him. "Fuck, Cy," she cursed as he thrust inside her warmth with such ease. Feeling him stretch her walls heavenly so, as they also clenched involuntarily around his girth. "Yes, baby. Yes," she cooed as she spurred on his movements with words of encouragement. Fuck, he felt amazing inside her. This was where he belonged as he tried to give her what she wanted and craved with all his might. "Oh God, yes," she wailed in ecstasy as he pounded into her relentlessly with such forceful purpose. The slapping sound mixed with both their moans and purrs of delight permeated the air. "More," she breathed heavily if that were even possible as she pushed back wantonly.

God, his voice and swearing was the sexiest fucking thing she'd ever heard. Heavenly sounds to her ears as she kept on pushing back harder against him. "Oh God, Yes, Cy," she whimpered as her body writhed with intense need and burgeoning desire. He kept hitting her sweet spot repeatedly. "Cy, Fuck. So much. I'm so ready for it. Fill me up, my love. Full of your delicious seed," she cooed as her walls clenched around him like a vice, ready to be filled once more.

[mooni-bunni]

AOT Making You Squirt

A/N: holy fuck I was struggling to write this for a few weeks, I was just so embarrassed. Definitely a kink of mine. My face even turned red AND IM TOO BLACK TO TURN RED MAN. Anyways, enjoy this incredibly self indulgent piece. I’m probably going to make a women’s version bc- YMIR WOULD- okay okay cjdkddjd.

CW/TW: AFAB Reader, squirting, overstimulation, edging, fingering, degradation, dirty talking, impact play, mutual masturbation, all consensual.

Characters: Eren, Armin, Jean, Levi, Erwin.

Eren Jaeger

The first item it happens, he is very confused.

He’s just viciously pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy while you’re sitting in his lap.

He didn’t notice anything different except for how you went from loud moans to desperate gasps.

And how you were practically soaking his hand

He commented on how you were trembling so much around him, he only figured he was just hitting all the right spots.

And he was

He knew you were obviously close, so he decided to end things by focusing on rubbing the pads of his fingers against your g-spot.

He expected the scream you let out

But not the hot liquid that shot from your cute cunt and sprayed all over his shirt and pants.

“What the fuck just happened?”

“Nn- s-squirted… Eren…”

Oh god, he made you do that? He couldn’t stop staring at you, his cock was so hard, you could see it pulsing through the fabric.

He’s making you do that again, that was amazing.

Armin Arlert

This fucker knows what he’s doing

You’ve has sex before, but as soon as he discovers what squirting is, he’s on a MISSION

Purposely seeks you out.

Bends you over whatever surface is available, pulls your pants and panties right off of your hips so it gathers at your ankles

Only pauses to look at you

“I wanted to try something, can we experiment? 🥺”

Yeah, of course, you’re already wet, there’s no going back.

This cute blonde gives you oral until you’ve cum at least three times.

Then he shoves his cock into your pussy and fucks you until you basically can’t cum anymore.

Then he pulls out the big guns and fingers you from behind even though you’re so positive you can’t possibly have another orgasm

But you do, because he hits you in all the right spots

And that final orgasm has you spraying all of your juices on his hand, the floor, anywhere it can fall.

“There we go, I got exactly what I wanted.”

Such a little asshole, but you’re too tired to tell it to his face.

Jean Kirschtein

Just like Eren, he is also confused when he sees you do it for the first time.

He has you on your back with your legs right above your head, his cock plowing into that sweet hole of yours mercilessly.

It’s not new, he’s done this times before.

But it’s the way he’s got a hand around your neck

And he’s calling you his good little princess slut.

It’s got you clamping around him, not gonna lie.

The head of his dick is constantly kissing your cervix, making your head spin

You’re begging for him to slow down, go easy, SOMETHING

You don’t know what’s happening, but you know you’re going to cum hard

“J-Jean please, I-I’m gonna c-cum!”

“Do it then, I’m going to keep fucking you sweetheart.”

He aids your orgasm by rubbing circles around your swollen clit

That simple gesture has you gushing like a fountain.

He stops to watch, making sure you were okay but he is so confused.

“Did you-“

“Yes, shut up!”

Aht aht, he’s going in and fucking you earnestly. He’s gotta fill you up with his nut now, no way you’re getting away after his cock was capable of that

Levi Ackerman

Levi made you squirt the first time you guys got intimate

It was during a mutual masturbation session

He was busy jerking off to your fingers sliding in and out of your tight cunt, saying some of the dirtiest things to you.

“Look at my good little girl, pretending those fingers are my cock?”

Yes of course, god it was right in front of you being pumped by everything but your pussy

He wasn’t touching you, but the way his eyes were burning your skin had you so wet

“I’m gonna cum, Levi~”

“Don’t.”

Levi was so quick to pull your hand away from your cooch.

He waited until you were calm before he let you continue.

Every time you got close, he kept stopping you and it was so frustrating. You were just ready to burst.

When he finally allowed you to finish, he actually shoved his cock into you just as you squirted around him

Unexpected, but he wasn’t letting you recover.

He puts your legs over his shoulders and shoves two fingers in your mouth to keep your whimpering self quiet

“Got me all fucking dirty, now you really won’t cum until I say so.”

Erwin Smith

He’s got you riding him while he’s doing his work at his desk.

You’ve already cum at least three times before you even sat down on his huge cock

Every time you bounce on him, he’ll give your ass a heavy smack, making sure you’re doing your job

He’s barely paying attention to you, so focused on getting everything in order so the next expedition goes smoothly.

Meanwhile, you’re there just using him for your own pleasure

That’s what you wanted at least, you came into his office to bother him

When he does give you attention, he’ll buck his hips up into yours at a quick pace and then stop and let you go

He’s so mean, urgh

You were already close, so when he started focusing on his thrusts, you couldn’t control yourself

Without any warning, you ended up squirting all over the commander

Of course that made him stop his work

“What a mess you’ve made, looks like I’ll need to punish you, won’t I?”

Get ready to be placed right over his desk and soak the floor with your juices.

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[luminnara]

I always see how stories are like “he went so hard he touched your ceivix” I know I prolly spelt that wrong but I also heard that irl that’s supposed to like hurt a lot if the guy did that so could you do a story with Bakugo where they’re having sex and he does and then has to take care of reader. Plz and ty👉👈

Idk why people are so into getting their cervix smashed, like if you’re into that specific pain then I get it, and once in a while it can sort of be fun because you’re like oh wow damn my guts are getting REARRANGED but imo it is not GREAT LOL

Pro Hero Bakugou x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw

Bakugou is a guy with a big dick.

Enough said.

He loves the way it stretches you out, the way your tight little pussy feels when he’s fucking you. You just grip him so well, and no matter how long he spends getting you ready to take him, no matter how much foreplay is involved, it’s always a snug fit. The gorilla grip 9000, as you’ve referred to it several times, just to annoy him.

Normally, you love that your boyfriend is packing. You love the way he carves up into you, how you can barely fit his cock down your throat, how absolutely incredible it feels when he first slips it in and you almost feel like he’s going to tear you in half. He’s got the kind of dick that not everybody can handle, that only size queens like you really enjoy, and normally, that makes you all kinds of smug and proud of yourself.

Normally.

Sometimes, you have to admit that you’re human, and you’ve got your limits. Katsuki is a big guy (not as big as Eijirou, though, and from what you’ve heard, his dick is even bigger, which just seems ridiculous), and no amount of fingering and clitoral stimulation can change the size of your literal organs. Maybe if you had some kind of convenient elasticity quirk or something then you could take whatever you wanted, but unfortunately, you don’t, and your body is nice and normal and human.

That also means that sometimes, your shit moves around a little. Sometimes, your cervix just…sits a little bit lower, depending on where you’re at in your monthly cycle. And sometimes, that’s actually a very big, very painful, problem.

“Fuck, baby,” Bakugou panted, supporting himself with a hand next to your head. “So fuckin’ good…”

You moaned at the feeling of his cock pushing into you, the head parting your folds. “Katsuki…more, please, Fuck…”

He smirked as he leaned down to kiss you. You always wanted all of him right away. Rolling his hips forward gently, he sheathed himself inside of you, letting out a breathy huff as he felt the way you squeezed around him. It was the best feeling in the world, and he wanted to just stay like that forever…but his cock was already throbbing, begging for friction, and as your nails clawed at his back, Bakugou could tell that you wanted it rough.

“Want me to fuck you hard, baby?” He purred, leaning back and hooking his arms around your legs.

You nodded, biting your lips as you let him manhandle you. One of the perks of having a pro hero as a boyfriend was that he could toss you around like it was nothing, and you loved the way he could do whatever he wanted with you.

He angled you so that his cock drove deeper, and on the first stroke, you were feeling nothing but pure bliss. He hit all the right spots, every time, and when his calloused thumb moved to play with your clit, you let out a happy sigh.

“You like that?” He asked as he pushed you down against the mattress. “You fuckin’ like the feeling of my big fuckin’ cock?”

“Y-yes,” you moaned, eyes closed as you let him pound you. “Fuck yes…”

“I want you to cum on this cock,” he growled, driving himself into you harder.

“I-I wanna,” you gasped, feeling your stomach twisting in the most delightful way. “Fuck, I’m gonna—“

“That’s it, baby, just like that…”

“R-right there,” you breathed, already chasing your high. “Right there, don’t stop—Fuck!”

Your face contorted in pain as you yelped, squirming against him as you desperately tried to adjust your hips. The angle was bad, he was too big to fold you in on yourself like this, and every thrust was worse and worse until—

He heard your strangled little sound and felt the wall his cock hit and he backed off immediately, slowing his pace.

“Babe?” He asked, looking down at you with worry all over his face.

Your heart was pounding as the pain began ebbing away, Bakugou’s cock all but slipping out of you as he fell still. “S-sorry. I just need to move, you can keep going—“

“No way.” He scoffed, pulling out of you and gently lowering your legs down to the bed. “Not til I know you’re good again.”

You frowned. “I’m fine, really, Katsuki—“

“Babe.” He growled, pinning you down with his voice. “Don’t be fuckin’ stupid. I know when you’re in pain, you always make that face I hate.”

You felt your face flush in embarrassment. “You’re just big…”

He smirked. “Yeah, I know.”

“You just dick punched my cervix. I’ll be okay.”

His face fell. “Again? God damnit…”

It was your turn to smirk as he sat back and you followed him up. “Even I’ve got limits, Katsuki.”

He dragged a tired hand down his face, irritated with himself for pushing you too far. “Guess I forgot I can’t do that…”

“Not in that position,” you traced a finger over his chest before flipping over, grabbing a pillow to lay on.

He watched you with an arched eyebrow. “You good?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” you laughed, watching over your shoulder while you hiked yourself up onto your knees and wiggled your ass at him. “You fit way better from behind, anyways…”

You saw the way his red eyes seemed to darken and he was in you in moments, his hands grabbing your hips roughly as he nudged his cock back into you.

“You gotta tell me if it hurts,” he mumbled in your ear as he wrapped his arms around you and slowly slid in.

“I will,” you breathed as he filled you up with his cock again.

“Promise.”

“I promise.”

“Good girl.” His voice was a rumble, the vibrations going straight to your pussy. “Because I’m gonna fuck you til you pass out tonight, baby.”

[avtrbee]

late night punishments

this is my first smut so KJJSHDKFJ please send some feedback, i wanna know the areas in the fic that are good and the ones where it needs to be fixed a lil. enjoy :>

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summary: gojo finds out you disobeyed his orders, causing him to give you a piece of his mind

warnings/tags: degradation, choking, spit swallowing (?), breeding, overstim, face slapping, gojo being a lil mean to y/n, smut so 18+ please

nsfw under the cut

You cried. You can’t help it. You’ve been on your back, fists crumpling the sheets in an attempt to grab something, and legs spread wide open for Gojo Satoru for who knows how long, his hand gripping your hip tightly that you were sure it would bruise, and the other one on squeezing your left breast.

You feel your tears stream down, mixing with the sweat and the saliva on your face. You were overwhelmed by the feeling of being too full, too good, too much, and above you, Satoru grins.

Your tears don’t deter him, instead, it encourages him. He doesn’t stop his thrusts, 7-inch dick snug inside your cum filled pussy, pushing in and out all over and over again. You can hear yourself from the way your juices react to his cock. If anything his actions make you cry out more.

“Aw,” he coos, never stopping his thrusts, in fact snapping even harder, “why are you crying? What happened to all your bravado?”

His voice sounded so gentle, so caring, and soft. It almost fooled your almost mindless state, but you knew him well enough that it’s just a facade. He doesn’t care if he hurts you, as seen by the love bruises littered all over your neck that trail down to your thighs. You don't mind it though. You were drunk on him.

“C’mon, can you come for me?” Gojo asked, caressing your face. You merely sob out in response because you can’t, you’ve already come more times than you even cared to count, you’re spent and you’re tired. Satoru has also cum twice, and it marvels you how his dick was still that hard, how he’s still going. “I- I can’t- Satoru please-“

“Whaaaat?” He asked, slowing down his thrusts to a full stop. He looks back at you with half of his dick still inside you, a mixture of your cum and his escape to the sheets. For a moment your body sags in rest. “You can’t?”

“N-no…!” You cry out. “I can’t anymore, please.”

Satoru looked at you with his head tilted, as if contemplating your plea. Unfortunately, you missed the way his eyes glinted when he reached to pull out your vibrator. You were still comprehending how he got your toy and how he knew when Satoru thrust back inside you. You groaned, reliving the feeling of being full coming back, your pussy clamping at the sudden intrusion.

Satoru’s eyes rolled back to his head. “How are you still so tight?” He chuckles, flipping the switch of the vibrator. “I’ve been fucking you for hours and yet your fucking pussy still wants more. I married such a whore.” He whispers to no one, flicking your swollen clit with his finger.

He presses the vibrator’s head on to where your clit was, and you let out a scream so loud you’d reckon you would have woken half of the Gojo estate if there were any people. The benefits of being the only two Gojos were that Satoru can make you scream as loud as you can and no one would hear. It was too much, too good.

“You think I wouldn’t notice?” he hissed, slowing down, but thrusting even deeper. “How you used this when I’m away? I could smell you on this toy, whore.” Satoru pressed the vibrator harder against you. You hear a switch and you feel the vibrator go faster, making you cry out, tears streaming down your face mixing with the saliva leaking off your mouth.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-” You gulp, trying to form coherent words. You were in a system overload, overwhelmed with how Satoru has been pounding in and out of you for hours, and now with the sudden intrusion of your beloved vibrator.

You really didn’t mean to. Satoru had made it clear that you were not to touch yourself while he’s away and in turn, he wouldn’t touch himself on his mission trip. Think about the desperate, mind-blowing sex we’ll do when I get back! He said cheerfully after seeing your disapproving stare. And while that was a good argument to make you last two weeks, you found yourself frustrated and angry and missing your husband just a little bit too much. “I-I just missed you, Satoru. I was n-never satisfied, it could never compare to you…!”

Above you, your husband's face morphed into an expression of displeasure. His piercing gaze stared at you disgustingly, as if you said something to insult him. “Oh? You missed me?” he asked with a high-pitched mocking tone. “Shut the fuck up, bitch.”

You felt a harsh slap on your face before his hand crawled on your neck and Satoru started to squeeze. The sensation made you tighten up with your eyes rolling at the back of your head. His pace was relentless still, never giving you a break. It wasn’t until you started seeing dark spots did Satoru let go of your neck.

You feel him toss the vibrator somewhere on the bed, and you could feel yourself flinching from its effect on you. Satoru’s hands found your face as he went deep inside you in a mating press.

“O-oh-“ you groan, enjoying the feeling of his cock kissing your cervix.

“Open.” He commanded. His hands squeezed your cheeks tightly, and with little to no resistance, you opened your mouth as wide as you can with your tongue sticking out. The sight of you made Satoru chuckle. You looked so helpless, so lost in the bliss of pleasure that you’ve let go of your composure. “Swallow.”

Blue eyes watched you eye the string of saliva that came out of his mouth that you happily caught on your tongue. His spit felt warm and different in your mouth, but the idea of him coating your insides that his cock could not reach sparked a flame in you. You happily swallowed him.

“I know we agreed on having no children,” Gojo started, keeping you in a mating press, thrusting inside you over and over again. “But I’m really tempted to make you a mommy, Y/n-chan.” He threatens, pushing his cock deeper inside you. “Tsumiki wouldn’t mind a little sibling and Megumi will be glad he isn’t the youngest anymore, yeah?”

Your eyes roll back to the back of your head, lost in the pleasure Satoru generously gives you. “P-please, faster- faster…!”

“Hey,” Satoru says before slapping your face harshly. His hand goes back to your face to grip your chin, forcing you to stare at his eyes again. “I asked you a question, Y/N. Don’t you want to be a mommy?” He doesn’t give you a chance to respond. Instead, he lets you go and flips you on your stomach. You barely register the bed before a hand grabs a fistful of your hair, lifting you on your knees.

“Please, please be a mommy for me,” he whispers in your ear. He lets go of your hair and uses an arm to hug your shoulders closer to him. “Look over there, Y/N-chan.”

He guides you to look at the long mirror in front of you that you usually use to check your outfits before leaving. Now a reflection of your naked body stares back at you with Satoru behind. You see everything- from the bruises he left along your neck and thighs to how you desperately push your ass into him, a silent plea for his cock. Your pussy is dripping, so much so that the majority of your inner thighs are coated with lines of Satoru’s falling cum from earlier. If you spread your knees wide enough, you can spot more liquid falling directly out of your pussy to the bed.

You watch as his free hand opens and presses your stomach. “This stomach is going be full of my cum, and eventually, my baby.” He whispers in your ear. “I know I’ve already filled this tummy twice, but I’m gonna do it one more time. Just in case.”

“Wait, Satoru-“ You feel him aligning his cock back into your pussy- and then he thrusts, faster than he has before. You scream, both of your hands clinging to the arm around your shoulder for support. Satoru keeps you in place firm enough for you to watch yourself be fucked by him in the mirror. You see your tits bounce upon each thrust, and his hand pressing even stronger on your stomach. You look absolutely pathetic in the mirror, head barely supporting itself with your hair in a mess. There was a familiar feeling stirring in your stomach, an early warning that you’re about to come again, something you didn’t even know was possible up until this point.

“Ohoho,” Satoru giggles. He presses his nose to your ear as he whispers, his hot breath hot against your skin. “You think I can’t feel you squeeze my dick every time you hear me say that I’ll get you pregnant? “

Lost in the pleasure and in chasing your high, you involuntarily squeeze him again, earning another laugh from Satoru. “I’ll do it, Y/N,” he vows and you find yourself meeting each thrust he gives you. “I’ll get you pregnant, wifey.”

“I’m close-“ you gasp, desperately grinding yourself against him.

“Yeah? You are?” He asks and you feel the hand on your stomach crawl to your inner thighs before furiously rubbing your clit. “Cum then. Cum.”

You scream at the sudden overstimulation. Then finally you’re in your high, eyes seeing stars while milking Satoru’s cock so good. He stops rutting in you, lost through how good you feel around him squeezing again and again like he hasn’t fucked you for hours. You feel yourself shake at the near end of your orgasm until your legs gave up and made you drop on the bed. The bed thuds as Satoru falls behind you.

After a few moments, you breathe out a puff of hot air while staring at the ceiling. “That was great.”

Beside you, Satoru grins and it’s the most attractive thing you’ve ever seen. His hair is flat sticking to his face, and his blue eyes are so full of love it makes your heart burst. He kisses your shoulder so gently as if he didn’t fuck you to oblivion just a few seconds ago. “I know. I’m the best.”

You roll your eyes at him. God, you love him-

“Y/n-san, Gojo-san,” called a voice from your door. “I threw up.”

You whip your head so quick to the door only to find Megumi holding the doorknob. He was in his pajamas, with the stuffed dog toy Gojo bought for him on his other hand. He did look sick, your poor boy, but you really couldn’t focus on the child. You were too busy scrambling to cover yourself with the blanket.

“Oi, Megumi. Wanna have a little sibling?” asked Satoru playfully at the same time Megumi asked, “Why are you sweaty?”

“I want a little sibling!” shouted Tsumiki, rushing into your room. “I do! I do!”

Was she there the entire time? Your mind blanks at the thought of Tsumiki possibly hearing everything that you didn’t even notice Satoru smirk and you. “Told ‘ya.”

-

Megumi stared at the pavement beneath him wide-eyed and with a heavy breath. “They weren’t wrestling…”

He felt a smack at his back and flinched to his side, only to see Itadori’s concerned face. “Oi, Fushiguro. You’re not looking well.”

Megumi could only stare at him in shock. “They weren’t wrestling.”

"Huh?"

[oolongmilkt]

pairing: virginkiller!matsukawa x fem!reader

cw: corruption kink, slight degradation, loss of virginity, a little toxic maybe, slight choking, a fingering, vaginal penetration, sexy horse cock issei

a/n: hope you enjoy and reblog for a kiss <3

You’re such a sweet thing, aren’t you? That what Matsukawa thinks when he sees you at the bar of some shady club. It’s so painfully obvious that it’s your first time here. You keep squirming in your seat, fidgeting with your outfit that’s just a bit too short and tight for your comfort. But he loves it. The fabric clings to your figure and the scarce amount of fabric lets him see peeks of your soft flesh.

You nurse a glass of liquid courage while periodically looking down at your phone or quickly glancing around the club. Your eyes meet his for just a second before falling back down to the small screen.

Ah, he thinks, he knows for sure now. You’re a virgin. A cute little innocent thing who got too tired of her friends making fun of her for never bringing someone home after a night out. Too tired of her fingers and silicone toys never giving the warmth and stretch she needed.

Well then, you’re just his type. Matsukawa loves innocent little virgins like you. Likes to lure them in with his laid back attitude and dashing looks. Make them feel comfortable before inviting them back to his apartment to ruin you for anyone else. Carve your pussy into the shape of his cock so no one and nothing can compare. Reach the parts deep inside to kiss your cervix with every snap of his hips so you feel him in your throat.

So he approaches you. A tall man with dark hair and good looks? Just what you wanted for tonight. And he starts chatting you up. Making you laugh with jokes and pulling you in further with his charm. He leans to your ear to speak above the music.

“Come back to my place, yeah?”

You kiss fervently as the two of you stumble through the door of his apartment. Nothing too special, just a one bedroom place that’s not messy, but lived in. Thoughts race through your head as things move faster than you can comprehend.

Oh god, you think, am I really doing this? With some random guy from a cheap club?

“Wait,” you say, landing on the plush of his bed, “I— I’m a virgin.”

There. That’s the moment he loves. When the moment becomes too much and forces them to shyly admit their inexperience.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he says, “we’ll go as slow as you like, and I’ll be gentle. Just wanna make you feel good, I promise.” And there’s that little speech he gives every time. The sentences slipping past his mouth seems to instantly calm girls like you. It always amazes him what a few silly words can do to someone. Of course he’ll be gentle; so much so that you’ll be begging for him to just fuck you already, just go faster, harder, just as he planned.

You nod, giving consent to resume your actions once again but at a much slower, more relaxed pace.

“Can I take these off?” he says, tugging at your skimpy outfit.

You gently nod again in response.

“No,” he counters, slightly shocking you, “I wanna hear you tonight. Use your words and tell me.”

“Y-yeah,” you say, barely audible “you can take them off.”

He tilts your head up to place a chaste kiss against your lips before continuing to disrobe you, slipping the garments off to reveal more of your skin to his hungry eyes.

You look so innocent and pure as you begin to shyly cover yourself from his heavy gaze. God this is just what he likes. Knowing he’s the first one to see every unmarked part of your body, so free of any trace of sin. He’s ready to take that away. Ravage your body so it never feels the same again. Force you to come running back to him because you can’t recreate the moment and feelings you had with him.

“Hey,” he says softly, nudging your arms away from your body, “don’t hide from me, wanna see how pretty you look, yeah?”

He upclips your bra, sliding the straps down your arms before gently laying you down on the plush of his pillows. His lips latch on to one of your breasts while a hand slides up to massage the other.

Your first taste of sin feels so different from the nights of laying alone in bed, twisting and pulling on your nipples to tease yourself. Matsukawa’s tongue lavishes the peaks of your breasts. Moaning softly as he closes his mouth around the hardened bud, sending shocks of pleasure between your legs.

You squirm against him, “M-more, please.” Bucking your hips up to hint at where you need him. He mumbles a quick mhm against your tit before moving the hand groping your breast to the front of your panties, beginning to rub circles through the fabric.

The light pressure sends electricity up your system. It’s seems like too much yet not enough as foreign hands work against you. All you want is for the sweet bliss of your orgasm to wash over you while Matsukawa seems content on keeping his pace and building up your pleasure slowly.

“Need more.” you say breathily.

“Hmm? More?” he questions, “But you’re getting so wet from just this, sweetheart. Feel ya soakin’ through your panties already. Want me t’be gentle for your first time, right?”

You feel a tinge of regret waft into your head, a small point forming on your lips as you look up at him. Surely he wouldn’t keep this up for long, right?

Oh but sweetheart, you should’ve known this is always his plan. Issei continues to rub those tantalizingly slow circles through the barrier of your panties. His lips nip the unblemished canvas of your neck, leaving blooming marks in his wake. He thrives off each whine and moan he pulls from your lips, each one sounding needier than the last. Just waiting for you to break and-

“Issei please, need you t’fill me up please. Want your fingers, cock, please! Just need something.”

Aren’t you just so cute? Already begging after just a few featherlight touches to your clit and some kisses against your neck. God, it makes the blood rush straight to his cock the way you give in so easily; as if he drains the innocence out each time the rough pads of his fingers meet your pliant skin.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head, babe.” he mumbles against the shell of your ear, “I’ll give you everything you want.” Matsukawa slips off your flimsy panties and begins to tease one think finger against your entrance, spreading your slick messily. You let out a whimper when it pushes past the tight ring. 

Oh fuck. Just one of his fingers feels so much thicker than yours, reaching farther into your cunt with ease. The intrusion feels foreign yet welcome as each movement elicits a spark of pleasure up your body. He slips another finger into your pussy, the stretch already causing you to writhe against his sheets. All your senses feel heighten just because someone else is the one urging you to cum. The excitement of not knowing what will happen, that another’s fingers are the ones curling up to brush that spot that makes your stomach twist. His thumb returns to your hardened bud, making you nearly lurch forward at the combined sensations. 

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he says, almost cockily. “You’re already clenchin’ on my fingers, how ya gonna take my cock like this?” 

You squeeze down harder on his digits. Fuck— how are you gonna take his cock when your poor pussy already feels stretched? He’s clearly not going disappoint based on his stature. 

“Issei please,” you mewl, “want you t’make me cum, want you to fuck me please.”

He chuckles at your desperation; who knew he picked up a little slut disguised as a virgin? 

“Yeah? Do it then.” he says picking up his pace, “Cum for me and give you my cock. Want me to ruin you, huh? Be the first one in that pretty pussy. Cum for me fucking—

You cut him off with a high pitched whine, bucking your hips up wildly to meet his movements as you cream around his fingers. You clench your thighs together as overstimulation begins to set in and watch with wide eyes as Matsukawa places his soiled fingers in his mouth. His eyes nearly roll back at the taste as you bury your face in his pillow in embarrassment.

“What’s wrong?” he says, turning you back to face him with a gentle smile,”You taste good, sweet.”

He leans down to kiss you, your essence still lingering on his tongue and mingling between your lips. Issei pauses to quickly strip himself of his clothing, suddenly feeling too hot for his liking. Your eyes widen and your mouth nearly drops open when he pulls down his underwear.

It didn’t necessarily look different from what you had seen in porn but my god was he well endowed. While you didn’t expect it to be small by any means, you didn’t expect him to be quite so large. It’s just so thick and long with an angry red tip and two prominent veins— one on the right and one tracing the underside, staring back at you. You might as well be split in half before trying to take that.

“You droolin’ a little there, sweetheart?” the man says, breaking you out of your trance, “You look a little scared by my dick.”

“It’s just— how will that fit?” You feel a tinge of panic creep up your throat as possibilities rack through your head.

“Don’t worry,” he responds, turning you over so your ass is in the air, “I’ll make it fit, just be good for me, doll.”

He runs the shaft of his cock against your pussy, teasing your entrance with each pass. Your breathing quickens with fear. Oh god, oh god, oh god, you think.

The dark haired man runs a comforting hand down the curve of your spine. “Ya gotta calm down there,” he says softly, “Don’t wanna hurt you, just relax and feel good for me, okay?”

You mumble out a quick okay in response, relaxing your stiff muscles as much as you can. He murmurs a quiet good girl before pushing the bulbous head of his cock past your entrance. He releases a guttural groan, your cunt already clamping down and sucking him in deeper.

You squeal at the intrusion. His cock is thicker than any of the plastic dildos you have hidden at home and you silently curse your impatience for rushing the prep you received. 

“Oh my god!” you shriek out, “Too big, s’too much!”

“Shh,” he shushes your cries, reaching down to rub your abused clit, “I— fuck, I know, you can take it, baby.” You’re already clamping down on him like a vice and he’s barely in you. Your velvet walls feel so tight around him he has grip your hips until his knuckles turn white to keep from slamming his hips into yours. He pushes in deeper, forcing your feet to kick up uncontrollably in response. Matsukawa shudders and pants, your virgin cunt feels nearly indescribable as he carves it into the shape of his cock.

It feels like his cock reaches your throat when he finally bottoms out. You push your face deeper into his pillow and let out a strangled moan. His cock is so fat it leaves nearly no room within your cunt for him to pull out and sheath himself back inside your warmth. He reaches deep enough to kiss your cervix without any trouble at all. Your impatience wins again as you writhe with want. Needing him to move rather than stay stagnant.

“Please.” you manage to gasp out, “Move. Wanna be f-fucked.”

Matsukawa doesn’t hesitate. Pulling your hips to meet the snap of his own. His pace is brutal, the heavy smack of his thighs bruising against yours and fat balls swinging to pap against your clit. Your eyes roll back as you moan endlessly into his pillow, drool slipping out and wetting it. He’s everywhere. Filling your cunt perfectly with that oh-so-delicious stretch and making your head cloud up.

Issei’s head feels foggy. His head lolls back as he ruts against you in search of pleasure. God you’re just so sensitive and tight he can barely think. It’s like your cunt is pulling him in deeper for more and pushing him out because it’s just too much at the same time. 

He wraps a hand around your throat, pulling your body up to meet his chest. “See?” he chuckles darkly, “Told ya you could take it, even beggin’ for more.” He leans in closer to your ear. “Tell me, doll, who’s makin’ you feel so good, huh? Who’s the first one inside this little cunt.”

“You!” you yell out, “Oh fuck Issei— it’s you.”

“That’s right.” he growls out, snaking a hand down to your clit once agan, “Now, cum on my cock.” 

Your clit is already so sensitive from his past ministration and the head of his cock prods against that spot inside with every thrust. You cream around his cock with almost inhuman noises and incoherent sentences spewing from your lips. Your vision gets spotty as Matsukawa continues to fuck into your messy cunt, chasing his own high.

He cums thick ropes into your pussy, filling it up even more than with just his cock before collapsing beside you, just barely missing your frame. You lay together as a panting mess on his mattress. You’re a cute one, Matsukawa thinks. Maybe you’re not a virgin anymore, but he might keep you around to see how much more you break.

[xandria]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 : ᴄᴏᴄᴋᴡᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ

   — includes : Bokuto, Hinata, Tendou

𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 : 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘥𝘶𝘣𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘢 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘵

♡ this man is too pure, does it just to be close to you ♡ innocent and wholesome, that’s how it always starts anyways ♡ he promises he only has pure intentions when he approaches you ♡ “wanna be as close as we can” 🥺 ♡ he whines it out like a justifiable reason as he slides your panties to the side ♡ you want to believe him, you want to trust he'll behave ♡ 100% does not behave though, honestly, this is your fault, you know better ♡ you know how quickly he comes undone buried in your tight, wet heat ♡ not that he cares though, he's positively shameless ♡ he definitely wants to do it in a dark room with friends because he can   ♡ gets off on the idea that he’s balls deep in you and no one in the room knows ♡ but you know better, so why the hell did you agree to this? ♡ oh, that's right

- ♥ -

   His strained gasp sounds off in your ear, shaky and stifled, caught in his throat as you clench around him. With his lips pressed to your ear, you are going absolutely insane with each subtle noise he makes, each stuttering breath from the way you affect him going straight to your cunt and making you soak around him.

Your muscles ache from the tension of trying to stay still, and the way his breath comes out ragged and unsteady let's you know he's in the same shape. Luckily, his labored breathing can't be heard over the movie playing in front of you, and no one can see underneath the blanket, where your dress is hiked up to your waist, Bokuto's shorts pushed down slightly, and every inch of his cock stuffed inside you. His hot breath on the back of your neck, the way his lips graze the shell of your ear, his taught chest and chiseled arms embracing you tightly, it is taking everything within you not to jerk your hips violently. You can tell by the way his heavy pants in your ear get louder, and his roaming hands become more grabby that your little 'cuddling season' is getting very dangerous very quickly. 

You freeze when Bokuto moves slightly to adjust his position laying on the couch. At least, that's what you hope it looked like from above the blanket, because beneath it, he just angled his hips to pull back an inch and then push forward, sighing deeply through his nose as he presses the head of his cock as far as it will go. You inhale sharply, wincing when it makes a louder noise than you wished for, then relaxing after a few moments of no one noticing. Only when his tip is hugged tightly to your cervix does he settle back into stillness. You want to turn and glare at him, but the lethal grip his biceps have around your waist keeps you stationary in his arms as his large palms roam your sides.

"Kou," you whisper in a warning tone that he doesn't register. He simply buries his face in your hair and hums happily in response, pleased that you are calling out to him. You look up to assess the potential risk around you. Atsumu is the most likely to notice first, as he is sitting on the couch right beside you, but he also seems the most distracted, idly chatting with Hinata during the movie. Ok, you figure, if you can just keep Bokuto in check, maybe you can keep from-

Your breath catches in your throat, thoughts interrupted, when bokuto's hands suddenly slide underneath your shirt, palming your breasts. Teasing your nipples with his fingers, he pinches your sensitive buds, and whether it be involuntary or as revenge for his teasing, your hips jerk back into him, and your walls squeeze his cock tightly, something you immediately regret.

His head falls back and he sighs in pleasure a little too loudly.

A few of your friend's eyes are now on you, specifically Atsumu's, who's staring hard at the two of you with rightful suspicion, before he says a phrase that you and Bokuto, unfortunately, know all too well.

"Hands check!" At the order of the blonde, you and Bokuto raise your hands from under the blanket to show that they aren't up to anything nefarious, and your friends, satisfied, return their attention to the movie.

Thank god they didn’t ask y'all to stand up.

Some time passes and you start to get hopeful, Bokuto seemingly behaving himself as he lays still on the couch behind you. Your friends start to leave one by one, and you actually think for a moment that you'll get out of this scandalous situation with the entirety of your dignity intact. That is, until another guest exits, leaving only Atsumu and Sakusa left, and you feel sudden suspicion and dread at how your boyfriend starts glancing between them and the door. You are moments away from giving Bo a small reminder of patience when he opens his mouth to address the remaining guests.

“Okay guys, I’ll be completely honest, I’m balls deep in y/n right now and getting pretty into it, so, if you wouldn’t mind heading out!”

The small, lingering moment of silence after your boyfriend's announcement rings loudly in your head, and you will yourself to be less aware of your friend's deadpan stares.

“...Really, Bokuto? Really?” Atsumu’s jeers, and then starts laughing. 

“Y/n, I’m sorry.” Sakusa regards you, apologizing on behalf of the two fools in the room. 

“...It’s fine...“ You mumble from behind your hands, burning red with embarrassment. 

You can just feel the beefy man behind you beam with excitement as he watches your friends stand and leave. He’s on you the second the door is closed, moaning lowly in your ear,

“M’fucking dying to finish what I started,”

♡ needs it for naps 🥺 ♡ this pretty boy isn’t often tuckered out, but when he is ♡ he still wants to be close to you sooo bad  ♡ just needs to hold you and feel you wrapped around him  ♡ so he’ll crawl into bed, pulling you into his grip ♡ burying his face in your hair and his cock in your cunt <3 ♡ and just, pass out like that ♡ heaven for him, sometimes inconvenient for you. ♡ don’t even think of trying to move though, this is his sacred time  ♡ even if you could escape his beefy grip, ♡ he’s a light sleeper :) and grumpy when waken from naps :) ♡ oh, and he takes it real personally if you ruin his precious cockwarming naps

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   You knew you should’ve said no… you’ve got groceries to get and a meeting to catch, but, when your tanned, beefy, exhausted-looking boyfriend walked through the door with heavy steps and spotted you on the couch with those tired hooded eyes, you just couldn’t resist what came next. 

When he crawled over to you with that lazy smile, a husky “hey there, pretty puppy” falling from his lips, when he wraps his strong arms around your torso and pulls you in, and especially when he grinds lazily against your ass, moaning a few praises before pulling your panties to the side and stuffing himself inside. Every single time, he hums happily at the way you have to adjust, twitching and whimpering in his grip, before relaxing into his form, and every single time, he is asleep within moments.

A while later, you try to glance at the clock, your movements limited by the big spoon embrace he has you trapped in, and you just know it’s probably time to get up. 

But… the soft hum of your boyfriend’s warm breath is on your neck, coming out in steady huffs, his nose nuzzled up to the skin behind your ear, and fuck. You thought you had stronger will power than this. 

With his warm embrace, the way his heartbeat thuds rhythmically against your back, his taught chest rising and falling with his peaceful sleep… Honestly, nothing would have made you get out of this heavenly embrace, except maybe, the burden of responsibilities, or maybe the ache of your hips from being wrapped up with your knees toward your chest for so long. You try to shift your hips to a more comfortable angle, and he twitches inside of you, reminding you of how positively filled you are right now. 

You huff, from sensation and frustration, and when the wall of muscle behind you doesn’t wake, you try your luck again. You push your legs against his thighs, trying to break free from the curled position his legs had pushed you in. You manage to free yourself some wiggle room, and you hopefully start to squirm your way out of his arms, when a sudden grip on your wrist catches your attention. 

“What’re you doing?” His tired voice grumbles out, almost innocently, but you know better, you’ve been caught. 

“I was… I have-“ You’re interrupted with your own gasp when he thrusts forward suddenly, pushing his now hardening cock deeper into you.

“You were what, baby? I thought you were being my cocksleeve,” he coos out the degradation with such dripping affection you almost feel guilty for waking him up from his nap. He leans in with a sigh, placing soft and sweet kisses on the skin of your neck, right below your jaw. “You’re so perfect as my little cocksleeve…”

“Shoyo,” You sigh in pleasure and relief, your eyes fluttering closed at his soft touches and warm praises, mistakenly taking his kind demeanor as a sign you were in the clear. You gasp in shock when he flips you over on your stomach in a mere moment.

“But, you woke me, so” He says, his sudden tone almost alarmingly dismissive as he sits up from you, leaving you whining at the loss of his warm chest on your back. He grips your hips in his large hands with vigor, “Now I have to punish you, okay?”

“S-Sho! Wait!” Your fingers grasp at the sheets as you tense. “Can’t,” is all he gives you, running a rough palm down your spine to squeeze your ass harshly.

“You’re my puppy, aren’t you? That means you’ll let me use you when I need you, right?”

♡ he does it to tease himself, and you ♡ can you tell this man is a masochist AND a sadist? ♡ can you tell this man has an orgasm denial kink AND an edging kink? ♡ ok anyways ♡ he’s fucking wild so he finds it hottest in really risky situations  ♡ catch him pushing your skirt up and telling you to be quiet in the corner of a crowed train <3 ♡ or how about on the balcony of a crowded party? ♡ a sea of dancing people behind him, a night sky of city lights and passing cars in front of you ♡ he’ll hold you in place while spilling filth into your ears ♡ after all, as long as you stay still ♡ he just looks like a good caring boyfriend, hugging his girlfriend on the balcony <3

- ♥ -

   Music and muffled voices pound dully through the glass of the closed balcony doors, colored lights flash in your periphery, mostly blocked by Tendou’s looming frame behind you as the cold wall of the balcony is pressed tight against your chest. Your fingers white-knuckle the railing in tight fists, attempting to ground yourself, as the painful stretch of your boyfriend's cock threatens to do you in. He's only halfway in you, and your head is spinning as he barely pushes more of himself inside.

Your hips jerk forward to escape the harsh stretch of his cock, but the tense tightness of your cunt won't allow you any reprieve, only succeeding to suction him in tighter as you pull forward. 

“S-Shit, you better stop fucking doing that, sweet girl.” His long fingers have a mean grip on your hips, your skirt bunched in his knuckles, and you can practically feel purple forming beneath his fingertips. 

He waits for you to still and then sinks farther into you. You twitch again, and he reprimands you with a harsh warning squeeze to your thigh, leaving the flesh tender and aching.

“Better listen to me pretty thing, or I’ll have to pull out and leave you an empty mess on this balcony.”

“No! Satori, please,” you pant, the muscles of your thighs and ass trembling from trying not to push back into his agonizingly still hips. 

His long, curved, perfect cock is slowly driving inch by inch into your wet heat, dragging his pronounced head against your sweet spot at a speed so slow you could choke. 

You whine and grab desperately at his hands, the one on the railing and the one digging painfully into your hip.

“I said, stay still angel, or this whole party will see how fucking desperate you are for me," he moans lowly, voice deep and taunting, a stark contrast to the soft kiss he plants on your cheek. He fists the flesh of your hip harder, despite you keeping yours just as still as his, and you whimper.

"Don't get us caught, and maybe I’ll give you what you want,” he practically growls in your ear, his killer grip on the balcony making the veins in his hands protrude. The throbbing of your bruised hip under his large grip and the dripping lust from his voice is too much, your knees shake and a deep, broken whine leaves your throat. Tendou shivers, releasing his hand on your side to wrap his strong arm across your waist, trapping you against him. He moans into your hair, deeply inhaling your scent.

“Fuck, unless, that's what you want, huh? You just tightened around me, does getting caught stuffed full of my cock turn you on, slut?” He's growling in your ear and you whimper, your head falling back to his shoulder, tender walls fluttering around his cock. He leans down and groans against the skin of your neck, taking the opportunity to trap you in a tighter hug against the balcony and finally push his cock into you to the hilt. His lips smile against the side of your throat as you gasp.

“That is what you want, isn’t it? You’re just a filthy fucking slut for me, aren’t you? My dirty little whore,” You quiver around him as he grunts in your ear, his aching cock twitching against your cervix. 

You can tell by the way his voice shakes and grows huskier, and the way he tightens his arm around your waist, fingertips digging forcefully into your soft flesh, that he is just as weak and trembling with pleasure as you are.

“I should just fuck you right here on this balcony, shouldn’t I? Let everyone below us, everyone at this party see how good I fuck you, show them how hard I make you cum, yeah?” He’s practically panting in your ear, his cock painfully still, and painfully hard, straining in your tight, gummy walls.

“I’ll spread you open and show the whole world you’re mine, you want that?” His iron restraint has held up until now, his hips jutting forward in a moment of weakness, jolting you into the cold balcony and making you cry out his name.

“Yes, please! Tori! I’m yours!”

The pleased, sadistic chuckle that tumbles from his throat is low and vibrates you to your soaking core.

“That’s my fucking girl,”

[amphxtrite]

aaron hotchner x fem!reader

warnings: smut, oral (fem receiving), face riding, wet dream, degrading, sir kink, fingering, masturbation, food.

do not read if you are uncomfortable.

summary: a wet dream leads to a steamy morning after Hotch finds out.

word count: 2.3k

a/n: I’m so in love with Hotch, do expect more of him lmao.

hope you enjoy :)

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“Fuck you taste so good, darling.” Hotch groans.

You nod bashfully as you move your hips faster in a circle as Aaron’s tongue swirls around your clit and up your slit.

“Such a dirty slut grinding against my face like that.” Hotch chuckles, pulling his tongue away from your aching core. You whine in objection.

“Use your words darling, let me hear how much you want it.” He growls, licking a long stripe up your cunt as latching onto your clit, chuckling as you squirm around in desperation, sending delicious vibrations up your core.

“Oh fuck Sir, please eat me out, make me cum! I need it so fucking bad.” You cry desperately, circling your hips faster as Hotch obliges, tightening his grip on your hips to pull you further onto his face and dragging his tongue in and out of your tight slit, moaning loudly to send shockwaves up your belly.

“F-Fuck!”

Sunlight pours into your room in a soft beam as your eyes flutter open. You slowly sit up and yawn, glancing over at your boyfriend fondly as he snores softly under the covers, when suddenly, your dream comes crashing back down on you. 

You bite your lip to hold back a soft moan as you recall the way Aaron’s tongue felt against your aching clit. You could feel your heartbeat travel to your core at the mere thought.

Another soft snore pulls you out of your thoughts and you avert your gaze down to the sleeping man beside you. His short black hair had grown out giving him an almost boyish look, his warm brown eyes lay hidden as he dozed and his lips lay slightly parted. The usual look of determination on his face was replaced with peace as his face relaxed, and with the sun pouring down onto his face and bare chest just barely peeking out past your comforter. 

You swallow as almost tauntingly his tongue darts out to wet his top lip before retreating back behind his teeth, he was just starting to stir, but you couldn’t stand this anymore.

You nibble on your bottom lip as you debate waking Aaron up, but he slept so peacefully and you couldn’t bring yourself to do that, especially after a case.

You sigh, feeling tired just thinking about your last assignment.

Oh, but the heat between your legs was getting too much to bear!

Begrudgingly  you decide to just get off by yourself. Waving your hand over Arron’s eyes you come to the conclusion he was out cold, you should be alright.

As quietly as possible you swing your feet off the bed and pad down to the guest bedroom, just to be safe. You exhale gently and remove your pajamas until you’re only left in a pair of panties and climb onto the bed.

You kneel so you’re facing the wall behind you and allow one hand to leave your breast and travel down your body until it’s down the front of your panties.

Hotch’s low voice rings in your head.

“You taste so good, darling.”

Your fingers begin moving around your clit in circles and figure eights, moving closer towards your slit as you whimper gently and begin delving deeper.

“Good morning, love.” 

You squeak in surprise, pulling your hand from your panties and staring in shock-horror at a groggy Aaron standing in the doorway.

“What are you doing in the guest room?” He questions tiredly, stretching one arm out as he rubs the sleep from his eyes.

“D’you want—” He begins, voice faltering as his eyes finally focus on you, finally noticing your topless frame and your flushed cheeks.

“—breakfast…”

You smile nonchalantly and avert your gaze to the wall beside you, suddenly finding the cream wallpaper to be far more interesting.

“Well I wouldn’t mind waking up to a sight like that every day.” Hotch smirks as you roll your eyes gently.

“What’s got you all hot and bothered this morning love?” He teases, walking closer and gathering you into his arms.

“N-No reason.” You sigh, burying your face into the crook of his neck to hide the growing flush on your face.

“No, tell me darling, I’m rather curious.”

A shudder runs down your spine at the pet name and you feel your heartbeat travel to your core again.

“I-It’s fine really.” You exclaim, trying to laugh the situation off and squirm your way out of your boyfriend’s grip.

“No, you’re not getting off that easy.” Aaron chuckles, running his hands up and down your bare back, licking his lips as he imagines what wet fantasies had you so flustered.

“I— had a dream.” You confess, glancing up into Hotch’s, now dark, brown eyes

“Oh? Why don’t you tell me about it, lovet?” He chides, sitting you back down on the bed and standing above you.

“Was it my fingers?” He starts, sliding his hand up your thighs slowly. You shake your head ‘no.’

“My cock perhaps?” He questions. You shake your head again.

“My tongue, then?” Aaron asks, licking his lips.

You pause and finally, nod gently.

Hotch takes your chin in between his fingers and tilts your head to come eye to eye with him before whispering.

“Dreaming about me eating you out, love? How exciting.” He chuckles, hooking his fingers on your panties and pulling them down your thighs.

“I— I was riding your face.” You admit, feeling your confidence grow.

“I see. Tell me more.” 

“You called me a dirty slut and made me beg for your tongue.” You stammer, gasping as Aaron leans closer and nibbles down your neck.

“You do love it when I call you a little slut don’t you?” 

“Yes, Sir— fuck I do.” You whimper desperately, squeezing your thighs together as you feel your arousal grow.

Hotch smirks at your words. You always loved teasing him by calling him sir, even before you started fucking.

“Then sit on my face poppet, let’s make that dream come true.” Aaron smirks darkly, laying down on the mattress before guiding you into a sitting position on his hips and waiting. Your face must have resembled a tomato because Hotch cocks an eyebrow at you and beckons you forwards. “Don’t be shy darling, you want me to eat that little pussy of yours don’t you?”

You nod shyly and Hotch leans up to place a tender kiss on your lips for a second before lying back down.

Your eyes trail up Aaron’s bare chest, admiring each muscle and scar along his chest and abdomen. You roll your hips teasingly and nibble on your bottom lip when Hotch grabs your hips firmly and narrows his eyes.

“Nice try y/n, but I’m in charge today.” Hotch smirks, watching as you swallow sheepishly and nod. 

You inch upwards slowly, letting your pussy graze Aaron’s chest, watching his eyes drink in your figure.

Once you maneuver yourself over his arms, he catches you off-guard, wrapping his arms around your thighs and jolting you forward onto his mouth.

Your breath hitches and you move your hands to the top of the headboard so you wouldn’t fall. 

Turns out you would need it because once Hotch got his grip he pries your legs apart, he immediately takes your clit into his mouth and flicks the sensitive numb around with his tongue.

“O-Oh fuck.” You moan, moving one of your hands down into Hotch’s soft black hair and pulling gently.

Hotch hums in response sending waves of euphoria up your abdomen and clouding your vision, causing your grip to tighten and your hips to sway.

“S-Sir, please go faster.” You whine, grinding your hips down on Hotch’s tongue only for him to pull you back.

“So impatient, grinding on my tongue like the dirty little slut you are.” He chuckles, licking a soft stripe up your slit.

You whimper needily.

“Please sir-” You pause, your mouth forming into a soft ‘o’ as Aaron’s tongue delves a little deeper.

“Please sir what, love? What do you want?” He taunts, attaching his lips to your clit and sucking on it slowly.

“Oh please sir, f-fuck me with your tongue, you make me feel so so good-” Your breath hitches again as Aaron nibbles on your clit and laughs.

“Now was that so hard, whore?” Hotch snarls, pulling you fully back onto his face again and burying his tongue as deep as he could into your pussy.

You gasp as shivers go down your spine. Hotch’s tongue darts in and out, swirling around your tight hole as his calloused hands rub down your thighs as you grind.

“Oh my god- right there sir, fuck-” You cry, grinding, rolling and bucking your hips, all in an effort to get closer, to feel more.

Your hand leaves Hotch’s hair and travels up your body, you take your breasts into your hands and knead  forcefully sending your pleasure over the top as you feel Hotch’s tongue and moans send shockwaves of ecstasy through every inch of your being.

Your heartbeat pounds in your clit and with every thrust of Hotch’s tongue another moan of pleasure leaves your mouth, mixed perfectly with the sound of his.

The familiar feeling of a burning knot in your stomach begins to poke at you and your hand grasps onto Aaron’s hair.

“Mh- Sir. Oh fuck, Sir I’m close.” You whine, bouncing your hips up and down.

Hotch chuckles and moves one of his hands from your thigh to under your body and positions it under your core.

In one fluid movement he moves his tongue back to your clit and slides two digits up your wet hole, easily pushing them all the way in and starting to curl them, hitting your g-spot over and over again.

“Oh f-fuck. Just like that.” You whimper.

Aaron’s lips release your clit slowly as his fingers continue to pump and curl inside you.

His smirk grows as he watches your desperate form cling onto his hair and roll your hips trying to get more.

“You should see yourself, love. Absolutely pathetic begging for me.” Hotch growls, sliding a third finger into your core.

You whine in response, unable to form a coherent sentence with Aaron’s fingers thrusting in and out of you.

Hotch chuckles darkly and suddenly slams three digits inside you hitting deeper, grazing your cervix and causing you to throw your head back in pure euphoria.

“O-Oh please Sir- I-I’m so close. Please, more.” You beg, bouncing on Hotch’s fingers as the burning tight coil in your stomach edges you closer to release.

“Fuck- were you begging like this in your dream darling? Tell me how much you want it, you dirty slut.” Aaron demands, swirling his tongue around your clit again.

“I need it sir- please, I-I need it so bad, please let me cum.” You whimper, feeling tears prick at the corner of your eyes as you inch closer and closer to your release. You were so close, but you needed more.

Hotch smirks into your pussy and begins sucking forcefully on your clit.

He swirls his tongue around, nibbles, sucks, and sends the full force of his moans up your core. 

The waves of ecstacy crash like waves on you, making it difficult to say anything. 

With long digits still pumping and burying themselves deep inside you, curling to hit your g-spot, you throw your head back and curl your toes as you finally whine.

“P-Please, may I cum, sir?”

Hotch picks up the pace in your core and with one final flick of his tongue he commands.

“Cum for me.” 

The coil in your stomach suddenly bursts and white flashes in your vision as a string of incoherent moans leave your mouth. You throw your head back, tighten your grip in Hotch’s hair as your breath comes out in heavy pants.

When your sight returns your legs are shaking, but your hips still sway in a circular motion to ride out your high. Hotch drags his tongue up your slit repeatedly, while his fingers move at a slower pace.

Your clit pulsed each time Aaron ran his tongue over it, and you could tell he was enjoying the small squeak that left your mouth each time.

Once he was cleaning you up and having his fun, he shifts his attention to your thigh where he places a sloppy kiss against it and uses teeth to help him leave a mark.

Feeling all your strength leave your body, you feel yourself fall backwards onto Aaron’s legs, you did your best to slow your fall, but your land with a thud in between Hotch’s outstretched legs.

“Are you alright, love?” He asks, sitting upwards and pulling you back upwards into his arms.

“Mhm, never better.” You sigh, snuggling into his warm chest.

“Was it anything like your dream?” Hotch teases, tenderly caressing his hand down your neck.

“Aaron, it was even better.” You giggle dreamily, wrapping your arms around Hotch’s neck.

“Even better, huh?” He grins smugly, evidently proud of himself.

“Even better.” You sigh, letting him have his moment.

Hotch gives you one of his famous smiles, one you almost never get to see on the job, but one you always see when you’re together. The one that showed a little teeth and spread to his eyes.

“I love you.” He murmurs, leaning into you to rest his forehead against yours.

“I love you more.” You smile, rubbing your nose against his.

“Impossible.” He chuckles, scooting to the edge of the bed before standing and shifting you into a bridal style carry.

“Let’s get you back in bed.” Hotch murmurs, carrying you back to your shared room and tucking you in under the covers.

“I’ll go make some breakfast, rest okay?” Aaron smiles, pressing a slow kiss to your lips.

He pauses as he pulls back, meaning to pull back and leave, but he can’t help but connect your lips for a little longer and feel your fingers run through his hair and down his neck before he breaks the kiss, presses a soft peck to your cheek and walk out the door leaving you flustered, warm and with butterflies in your stomach. 

You would never get tired of that.