#and then he will lay down on it and start kneading and suckling it

[jesuistrestriste]

ART 👏🏾 DONALDSON 👏🏾IS 👏🏾 A👏🏾 THIGHS 👏🏾 MAN👏🏾

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk

art likes anything that has to do with your thighs. he truly lives and breathes for any opportunity to play with them, and he'd be lying if he said that it wasn’t like a moth to a flame.

when you're sitting down on the couch, he has his head in your lap resting over your thighs.

when you're laying down with him in bed, he kneads and squeezes and palms your fleshy limbs under the covers. it helps him sleep sometimes. it also makes him ever so slightly (very much) aroused, but he usually tries to ignore that at bedtime when you're already exhausted.

when he's down on his knees for you, your panties off and your legs spread, he makes sure to give your thighs extra attention. 'tender loving care', he had called it one time. eating you out makes him cum quick, usually untouched, so he opts to kiss and suckle and nip at your thighs for a while beforehand so that he can delay this (and hopefully make you cum before he gets a chance to). he leaves tons of lovebites every time, but you like the way they look when you're naked in the mirror before a shower or when you're getting dressed, so it doesn’t really matter. he, of course, loves the look of them too. he likes looking at the small, muddled patches of purple and red on your delicate skin. it makes him feel proud. among other things..

one year, on his 29th birthday, he had sheepishly asked you something that you were surprised he hadn't asked years prior.

"Can I— only if you want to— but can I please fuck your thighs..?"

and wow, did that get your core bubbling with heat.

it was his birthday, so of course you had said yes. even if it wasn't his birthday, you knew you didn't need to be asked twice. you'd give him whatever he asked for — he was always so good to you, so he deserved it all.

first, he bent you over the bed, one hand pressing down on the small of your back, and then he pulled down your underwear. he slipped two fingers over your soaking folds and slid them back and forth to feel you; little moans slipping out of lips as his cock throbbed and bobbed in front of him. you actually felt his tip brush against your ass a few times as he struggled to resist the urge to just drop to the floor and lick you all over.

he knew he wouldn't last long just from feeling you up like that, so he then took his cock in his hand and gingerly slotted it between your thighs and right below your mound. you had hung your head down against the comforter as his had tipped back in pure, unadultered pleasure. his brows knitted together as an anguished whine spilled out from his chest.

he started out slowly, sliding his leaking cock in and out of where it was trapped between your limbs, but he had gotten close much faster than he usually had when he was actually inside you. every thrust had his cockhead bumping and rubbing your clit. he picked up the pace pretty quickly, rapidly pumping himself back and forth as you crossed your legs and squeezed your plush thighs together to give him more needed pressure. you knew what he liked, you knew what would make him feel best, and you knew that you had wanted to make that birthday gift feel special, so you started to talk a little here and there. you mumbled obscenities, some praise, and groaned out words that you were certain would make his brain fuzzy.

"you like my thighs, babe?"

“you like fucking my pretty legs?”

“doin’ so good, art.. god, i feel you leaking..”

he keened, nodding behind you as his cock pulsed.

"Mm— yeah, yes.. oh my god, yes.. yes yes yes-!”

it didn't take long for him to grip your hips as he bucked against you, spilling a hot sticky load between your squishy flesh as he used your body to stroke his tip.

after he came down, his forehead on the nape of your neck, he whispered something to you as his legs trembled.

"Can we do that again tomorrow night?"

and of course, you had said yes.

[oikasugayama]

I love all your posts. In your dazai nsfw head canons, there was the thing with chuuya and I was wondering if you could write a fic on that? It's oki if not!! :)

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Inspired by letters I and W from my Dazai NSFW alphabet in which Dazai wants to fuck his girlfriend in Chuuya's office, and Chuuya gets to join in.

5.1k, jealous!dazai, afab!reader, cumming inside, cunnilingus, blowjob, fingering, soukoku bickering while fucking, etc. not soukoku but they do sexually interact, etc. not proofread bc i'm tired [click to read on ao3]

You urge Dazai to lock the door behind you, but he chuckles and shakes his head. “No baby,” he mumbles, sliding his hands past your hips and down to grab two handfuls of your ass. “He'll know something's up if the door's locked. If Chuuya catches us, we should be riiiight in the middle of things so he can't stop us.”

“Remind me why I let you talk me into this again?” you ask as he leans forward, chasing your lips even as you lean back and wait for an answer.

“Because fuck Chuuya. If I want to fuck my girl in his office, I will.”

“That's a terrible reason,” you gasp as Dazai slides one hand up your body and into the hair at the back of your head to pull you in for a kiss. His open mouth meets yours, tongues immediately gliding together with the same force as your lips. 

“But we're here, aren't we?” he asks after pulling back just for a second. “And I want you so bad.”

You whimper and let him reel you in once again. Your nerves will get the best of you if you have time to take in your surroundings; as it is your nose can't stop sniffing out the unfamiliar smells of luxuriois leather and some kind of smoke. If Dazai keeps leading you so confidently you'll be able to let go of yourself entirely and go along with this absolute ridiculous plan of his.

He kisses you faster and with more urgency than he does at home, making both of you breathless as you gasp into each other's mouths and lap at each other's tongues. 

His large hands glide over your body, up and down your back, hiking your top up and trying to dip into your pants. You follow his lead, reaching for the buttons on his vest and his shirt. He keeps kissing you through both of you martially undressing, his tops hitting the floor, yours following shortly after.

When he gets your bra off he makes you sit on Chuuya’s desk, and he leans down to suck on your tit. You lean back, tossing your hair over your shoulder, closing your eyes so you can focus on the feeling of Dazai's tongue circling your nipple as it perks and hardens at his touch. You make small noises, still shy in an unfamiliar place, but Dazai keeps working over you, suckling, kneading, teasing his teeth over your skin, until you're softly moaning his name and laying back, making him bend at the waist and lean forward to follow you down onto Chuuya's desk, ignoring whatever papers you land on. 

Dazai kisses lower eventually, and his deft fingers unbutton your jeans and start sneaking under the fabric.

“You're so pretty spread out for me on stupid Chuuya’s desk,” he says cupping your dampening panties in his palm. “I'm gonna make you feel so good the whole Mafia hears you screaming.”

Your eyes widen in panic briefly and you stutter out a no, but Dazai laughs softly and kisses right above where your panties cover.

“You're safe, baby, I promise. Not a single person here would be stupid enough to hurt a hair on your head.” He drags your jeans down your legs finally, and you kick a little as he pulls them over your feet. He grabs one ankle, kisses the inside of it, then holds your leg up and kisses slowly down, closer and closer to your crotch.

“These walls are soundproof anyways,” he says once he's near your inner thigh. “No one will hear you scream.”

You giggle softly and push his forehead away from you.

“Don't be creepy, weirdo.”

He smiles and lays his cheek against your thigh, his face so close to your clothed cunt. You watch him, desperate for his next move.

“There's my sweet girl. You really don't need to be worried, I promise.” You jump slightly when his finger presses just above your clit and pushes in as he drags it down, making your panties slightly stick between your folds. “I'd never put you in danger.” His voice lowers as his finger goes up again, still pushing in, now really emphasizing your cleavage. “You know that, right?”

You nod, giving a quiet “mhm.”

“Speak up,” he says, now tracing his fingers around the outside of your panties.

“I know,” you say, still keeping your eyes locked on his. “You'd never put me in danger.”

“Good. And do you know why?” His finger slips under by just a single knuckle, and he lifts your panties high, making the crotch pull taut and squish between your labia. You whine and try to push down to get some friction on your clit but it's barely there, he's holding your panties at just the wrong angle.

“Tell me.”

“Because you love me?” You guess, and he smiles widely.

“Exactly!” he says in his playful, excited voice. Then he rolls his head toward your crotch and licks a fat, wet stripe up one half of your exposed cunt. You make a startled little moan and he chuckles before licking the other side too.

“Now, do you want my tongue or my fingers?” he asks so close that you can feel his breath tickling your wet skin.

“Both,” you answer immediately.

“Both?” He sits up and tsks, slowly shaking his head. He stands upright and you whine, reaching for him, saying soft no’s.

“Greedy girl.” He looks down and spreads your pussy with his fingers, then readjusts your panties so they're right against your clit. “You must be so horny you could die. Being so greedy like that… Why don't you get yourself off then, baby? Show me how you play with yourself with no hands.”

He tugs your panties up slightly a couple of times, giving little pricks of pleasure to your clit. You get the hint and move your hips up slowly, getting another prick of sensation. You readjust, getting one foot up on the desk beside you so you have leverage to move. Then you start a slow rhythm, bucking upward against your panties so they grind on your clit and work you up. 

“That's it, baby,” Dazai coos lowly, petting your thigh with his free hand. After a while when your speed increases and you start whining his name, he unbuckles his belt, works open his button and fly, and pulls his dick out, giving it strokes that match the time of your grinding.

“Fuck, this is hot,” he sighs. “I could watch you get yourself off all day.”

“But I want you,” you whine. You start kneading and pawing at your boobs as well, staring right up at Dazai. “Fuck me,” you beg softly.

Dazai bites his lip but says nothing, watching you with his greedy, hungry eyes.

“Please,” you breathily beg, searching for more pressure that just doesn’t exist in your current predicament. “Please, Dazai, please. Please.”

“God, it’s so hot when you beg,” he finally says, letting go of his dick. He grabs your panties with both hands and pulls them down your legs before haphazardly throwing them over his shoulder to land somewhere else.

“I want you so bad, Dazai. Please. Please.”

“Shhh,” he coos softly, leaning down over you. His lips brush yours and he intersperses tiny kisses with tiny shushes as his fingers collect your wetness. You desperately chase his lips, but he keeps pulling away. He even has the audacity to chuckle in your face.

“Don’t worry, needy girl.” He hisses softly, and you vaguely get the impression that his arm is moving-- he must be stroking himself with your wetness. “I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

You nod frantically, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He asks if you’re ready, and you keep nodding and nodding and finally he slips the tip inside and you moan into his face.

“Oh, fuck,” he moans, sinking further and further into you. “Love this pussy. It’s so fucking good to me.”

“I love you,” you whine and he chuckles again as he bottoms out.

“I love you,” he mutters against your lips and kisses you properly, not teasing or withholding anymore.

And that’s when the door opens.

“What the fuck?! Dazai!” Chuuya yells, scrambling for what to say next. Dazai sighs dramatically, letting the noise turn into a groan. He stands up without pulling out of you and turns his upper body toward Chuuya.

“What do you want?” he snaps. “I’m kind of busy here.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” There’s a scuffle and some noise from the hallway, but to your surprise Chuuya calmly calls over his shoulder “Don’t worry about it-- I’ve got it under control,” and then closes and locks the door behind him. He takes his hat off and hangs it on the back of the door then turns back to you two.

“I thought you were fucking joking, you dumbass.”

“I never joke about my lady’s pleasure,” Dazai says, and you narrow your eyes at him.

“What is he talking about?” Your whole body is flushed with embarrassment and fear and now confusion. Your heart is thrumming in your chest, afraid of being yelled at or in trouble with the fucking Port Mafia, but Dazai is acting so nonchalant, and all Chuuya does is tsk.

“You didn’t even tell her? How the fuck did you get her here if you didn’t tell her?”

“Tell me what? Dazai?”

Dazai groans and turns back fully to you, grinding against you, making you gasp. “I told you that you weren’t in any danger. Chuuya knew we were coming.”

“I didn’t know. You said it like a fucking joke.”

“Dazai, tell me what--”

“I asked Chuuya if he’d let us fuck in his office if he got to join in if he caught us, and he said yes.”

“I thought you were joking!”

“Join in…?”

Dazai’s eyes lock on yours but he doesn’t say anything. Your eyes are softer than he expected and now he’s starting to realize maybe he didn’t make the right call here. Now he’ll actually have to put his money where his mouth is and let his ex-partner fuck his girlfriend.

Dazai easily regains his composure and turns to look at Chuuya again.

“Well?” he asks. “Why are you still standing there? You caught us, so come here.”

Chuuya hesitates.

“She okay with this?” he asks. “Man, I don’t even know her name.”

“That’s because you haven’t introduced yourself yet, slug. Now come here.”

“Don’t boss me around,” he grumbles as he crosses the room. Finally he’s standing over you and his eyes lock purely on yours, not straying in the slightest to any of your exposed skin.

“Sorry we weren’t properly introduced because your boyfriend’s a fucking moron. I’m Nakahara Chuuya. Are you okay with this?”

“Hi, Chuuya,” you say softly. Your face is so warm as you blush; his formality makes the situation really sink in--you’re spread out naked with your boyfriend balls deep, and Chuuya’s hardly acknowledging it. “He is kind of dumb, but I like him anyway--”

“--Heeey--”

“I’m [Y/N], and yeah, you can join us. I mean, really it’s the least we could do…”

A smirk slowly overcomes Chuuya’s face.

“Oh, yeah? Gonna pay me back for the time it’s gonna take to clean my office by letting me use your pretty little body?”

Dazai grinds against you again, and you groan softly, biting your lip.

“Mhm,” you hum, nodding at Chuuya. “We’ll make it worth your time.” You reach out for his hand, and he allows you to take it. You guide it to your tit, and he chuckles.

“Right into it, huh?” he asks, massaging it gently. Dazai finally pulls partially out of you and thrusts back in, making you gasp again. Chuuya glances down at where your cunt sucks your boyfriend’s cock in, and he clicks his tongue.

“Damn, that’s kinda hot.” He pinches your nipple between his fingers, rolling it and squeezing, drawing extra whines from you.

“Isn’t she?” Dazai asks rhetorically, rubbing one of his hands across your belly and up your side. He pulls you by your hips until your ass is partially hanging off the desk. You wrap your legs around his hips and he starts his usual starting pace, fucking into you nice and deep because of the angle he has you at.

“Chuuya,” you say softly, but the way Dazai is fucking you makes everything you say sound like a breathy moan. Both of them turn slightly red from hearing you more or less moan to Chuuya. “Chuuya, take your pants off,” you add, trying to make it clear that you were trying to say this from the beginning. Dazai’s thrusts speed up and hit harder, and he starts grunting from the effort.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan, grabbing the edge of the desk for dear life. “Oh, Dazai, fuck!”

You hear the clinking of metal and turn your head to see Chuuya doing as you asked. He drops his pants, kicking them to the side after kicking his shoes off too. He unbuttons his vest and his shirt and strips until he’s only in his underwear and socks. You watch as he palms himself through his underwear, watching from a few feet away as Dazai fucks you relentlessly. Your tits jiggle, your breath shakes, your legs are trembling, and Dazai is huffing and moaning and panting above you. His head is down, his long hair hanging over his face as he watches where your cunt meets his cock--he told you once it’s one of his favorite sights, and when he gets so drunk on it like today, you believe it.

“Let me touch you,” you stumble out to Chuuya, reaching out to him again. He shuffles closer until your hand can paw at his crotch, feeling for the shape of him through cloth. He locks his hands behind his head and stands with his hips toward you, watching as you stroke him and feel him up as best you can.

“Take it off,” you huff, grabbing the elastic of his waistband. “I wanna see.”

Meanwhile, Dazai’s pace doesn’t let up. One of his hands gropes at your breasts, squeezing and almost using it as leverage to balance himself as he fucks you.

“Go on then,” Chuuya says without moving. You struggle to reach both arms over to him, but you manage to squirm away from Dazai just enough-- which he does not like-- to get your hands on Chuuya’s underwear. You pull it down a few inches and push it as much as you can until finally they drop.

His cock is a nice size-- it’s thick and when you wrap your hand around it, an inch or two and the tip are still sticking out. His pubes are thick but cleanly trimmed and with his toned, muscular body you have to admit you’re finding him really, extremely hot.

“Your hands are much softer than mine,” he grunts as you jerk him off. “Feels good.”

“She’s got an amazing mouth,” Dazai pants, finally lifting his head to watch you interact with Chuuya, though his pace never ceases. “Put on a condom and let her show you what she can do.”

“You use condoms?” Chuuya asks, glancing down at Dazai’s dick.

“No, but you will if you’re gonna put your dick anywhere near her,” he mumbles. “I don’t even like her hand on you bare.” He grimaces. “You still keep some in your desk, don’t you?”

“Old habits die hard,” Chuuya mumbles, gently touching your hand to make you let go of him. As he rounds his desk to rifle through his drawers, Dazai leans down and licks one nipple, then the other.

“I’m gonna cum in you,” he mumbles against your skin. “You’re mine. Don’t you forget that.”

“Yeah,” you moan as you agree. His fingers find his way down to your pussy, and you feel one partially slip in beside his cock, working a louder moan from you as it stretches you nicely. He pulls it out, presses in, gently stretching and filling you to the brim.

There’s a thud next to your head, and you turn to see Chuuya kneeling on the desk beside you, rolling a condom over his shaft. “Will you open that pretty mouth for me?”

You don’t even answer, you just whine and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out.

“She loves it,” Dazai says, and it comes out awfully near to a moan. “Love sucking cock, don’t you, [Y/N]?”

“Mhm,” you hum around Chuuya’s tip as he settles it on your tongue. You close your mouth around him and let him decide the pace. He goes relatively easy on you given how Dazai is still jackhammering away at your cunt, grunting and huffing though he’s far less talkative than normal.

“Yeah, look at you,” Dazai sighs blissfully. “Bet you like having two cocks, huh? Greedy girl.” His eyes are on your mouth, watching Chuuya tamely slide in and out of your mouth. He privately seethes at the way your shiny eyes stare up at Chuuya, but he’s determined to get your attention back by making you cum.

His finger, now sufficiently wet from fingering you while fucking you, slides up from your pussy to your clit. He rubs fast, wide circles over your clit. He relishes in the way your eyes widen and flicker over to him. You must have sucked in a breath and sucked harder on Chuuya, because he moans too and his hips stutter forward.

Dazai knows that you’re about to cum based on your frequent moans. He wishes he could hear them more clearly, but he also is starting to find a sick sort of pleasure in the muffled sound you make combined with the typical noises of having a cock in your mouth. Chuuya’s not too bad looking, either.

Finally it happens. You’re loud, even muffled as you are. You moan and whine, your breathing is heavy and struggles to escape through your nose, but Chuuya doesn’t retract himself to make it any easier on you. Your legs tremble, and Dazai feels proud because of it. The way your walls clench and flutter as your orgasm tears through you milks Dazai’s dick so good.

“Fuck, mm, fuck!” Dazai whimpers and drops his head, once again watching his favorite sight. He’s been fucking you so deeply, and you’ve been so exceptionally wet today, that there’s a sticky, white ring around his shaft and it only gets messier as he cums inside of you. He shoots thick ropes of white deep inside, continuing to thrust increasingly lazily as he empties his load. 

“Stop, stop,” Dazai says softly, touching Chuuya’s hips. Chuuya gives him a look but nods and backs up, finally freeing your mouth. Dazai slips out of you while leaning down to kiss you. You lick and pant into each other’s mouths, and when Dazai pulls away he slides two messy, cum-covered fingers onto your tongue.

“Taste us.”

You clean his fingers off with your mouth and try to sit up once he’s pulled his hand away and stood up himself.

Maybe it’s because of how calm and blissed out Dazai is because of his orgasm, but he lolls his head to the side and smiles lazily at Chuuya. “She’s the wettest she’s ever been,” he sighs happily. “You better get your dick wet before I change my mind. Take that stupid thing off,” he says, waving his hand at Chuuya’s condom-covered dick.

“You sure?” Chuuya asks, raising an eyebrow. He holds himself by the base, languidly stroking when his cock gives an interested twitch at what Dazai offers. Meanwhile, Dazai is helping you to your feet and peppering kisses across your face.

“Yes,” Dazai says, rolling his eyes at Chuuya, then he turns back to you. “Why don’t you take it off him, baby?”

You nod slightly and turn to Chuuya, holding your hands out toward him. He crawls to the edge of the desk beside you, observing the way your legs tremble after the pounding Dazai just gave you. You wrap your hands around him and roll the condom off, handing it to Dazai after which makes him laugh.

“Throw it away,” you mumble, then predicting what he’ll do, you quickly add on “in the trash not on the floor.”

“Yes, darling,” he coos, though it’s unmistakable how disgusted he is to be holding Chuuya’s used condom. He barely grips it with two fingers, holding it away from himself. “In the meantime, I think Chuuya should lay on the floor-- you’ll both like my idea, so just do it.”

You and Chuuya share a look as Dazai goes behind Chuuya’s desk to find a trash can, but Chuuya shrugs and gets down on the floor on his back, one arm behind his head, the other lazily stroking his cock as he looks up at you. His eyes trail down your body, from the hickeys and lovebites all over your neck and chest to your red, sore nipples all the way down to your visibly sticky wet cunt which has been slowly dribbling Dazai’s cum down your thigh.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Chuuya hisses, fisting his cock harder when he notices the cum trail.

“Isn’t she?” Dazai asks, coming back to you. He gives you a few sweet kisses, keeping his eyes cracked open to make sure Chuuya is watching. Then he takes your hands and guides you the few steps over to his former partner on the floor.

“Lay down on top of him, your back on his chest.”

“But I’m gonna--”

“You’re not gonna squish him, he’ll be fine.” Dazai holds your hands as you kneel down, straddling Chuuya’s hips backwards.

“But if you touch him you’ll nullify--”

“He’s tougher than he looks, and he already looks pretty tough-- that’s the only compliment you’re getting from me, Slug.”

Chuuya’s hands grab your waist and help you sit on his hips and then lay back so you’re against his chest.

“Not even using my ability and you’re fine, babe. Don’t worry about your weight, I don’t care.”

“‘Babe,’” Dazai quotes with an edge of bitterness in his voice. You knew he’d get a little jealous letting his former partner in the mix, but it was his idea and you’re intent on seeing it through now. You’ll never tell Dazai, but you do find Chuuya incredibly attractive and once you saw his dick today you knew you weren’t gonna be satisfied until you got your chance to cum on it.

“Babe,” Chuuya says again, helping you readjust until your head is at his shoulder and you’d be able to look at each other or even kiss if you wanted-- not that Dazai would let you.

“Don’t get too comfortable, Sluggy dearest,” Dazai says, swiping some of his cum off of your thigh and spreading it over Chuuya’s tip. “You’ll never see her again after today, so don’t go falling in love with my girl or I really will have to kill you.”

“Like you could ever do that,” Chuuya snaps back. “I’d beat you to a pulp, even without gravity manipulation.”

“Bold talk for a man with my cum on his dick,” Dazai says in an overly playful tone with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Dude, what?! You’re a freak, why did you do that?!”

“It’s gonna get on you anyway, dumbass,” Dazai says. He slides two fingers into you easily, your pussy still being open and wet and so needy for more. He collects some of his cum and your arousal, completely mixed together and unable to discern one from the other. You give a little whine at his fingers in you, and especially at them leaving you, and then Chuuya’s breath hitches and even though you can’t see, you’re pretty sure Dazai is rubbing your slick over his dick.

“Fuck,” Chuuya sighs, and you look over at his face. At first it seems like his eyes are closed, but then you realize he’s just looking at Dazai, and you look down and see Dazai smirking and giving absolute bedroom eyes at Chuuya. Your pussy clenches around nothing, another surge of arousal making you squirm.

Chuuya’s hands grip your hips, and Dazai’s eyes shift to you and he chuckles.

“What is it, baby? Use your words.”

“You’re so hot… both of you.”

“Oh, thank you,” Chuuya purrs in your ear, his hot breath tickling your skin.

“You think so?” Dazai asks, and you feel something tap against your pussy. You look down and manage to catch that Dazai’s hand is still around Chuuya’s cock, moving it now, making it touch you.

“Yeah,” you moan softly, biting your lip.

“You want Chuuya to fuck you?”

“Mhm…” you hum, nodding. Chuuya chuckles softly and lets one hand roam upward over your skin until he’s palming and kneading your breast. 

“He'll do a good job, too. Won't you Chuuya?” Dazai asks, rubbing Chuuya's dick between the folds of your cunt.

“I'm gonna fuck you so good.” He sighs at the stimulation, his hips bucking up slightly. “Better than that shitty mackerel does, I bet.”

“No chance in hell,” Dazai sneers.

“Let me show her. I'll prove it.” Chuuya bucks his hips up again, trying to get his dick to slip inside. 

“No chance--”

“--Please,” you moan, cutting Dazai off. His face changes from glaring to surprise.

“Oh? You want to find out if he’s better than me?” he asks bitterly, smacking Chuuya’s dick against your pussy.

“No, I want him to fuck me,” you whine.

“That’s not what it sounded like to me.” Dazai frowns, gloom overcoming him.

“Make her cum before I do then, jackass,” Chuuya says, largely ignoring Dazai as he plays with your tits. “Prove you’re better than me.”

“Make me cum, Dazai. Let me use Chuuya like a fuck toy.”

“God damn,” Chuuya says, bucking his hips up again. “I know that’s all I am, but fuck.”

“Yeah…” Dazai’s frown slowly turns to a smirk. “He is just a fuck toy. A big fuck toy that’s gonna fill you up with cum just how you like.” As you and Chuuya give Dazai identical confused looks, Dazai points Chuuya’s cock at your hole and guides him in. The tip drags against your inner walls so well and has you moaning and grinding down on him.

“Go, Slug. Fuck my girl.”

Chuuya’s hips immediately start thrusting up into you. He braces his feet on the floor to get a better angle and he loses himself fucking you. 

“Holy fuck you’re wet,” he huffs. “So fucking good.”

“Oh, yeah,” you moan, reaching up and around to hold the side of his head. “Oh, fuck. Chuuya.”

Dazai tries not to react to the way you moan Chuuya’s name and caress him. It’ll be over soon and he’s not about to let his jealousy take away from the incredibles view he has of your pussy being rammed by a nice, thick cock-- not that he’d ever say those words out loud for Slug to hear. 

He kneels between yours and Chuuya’s legs and runs his hands across your abdomen and belly and near your cunt, calculating how long he think the two of you are gonna last. He knows you’re already sensitive from cumming with him before, and Chuuya hasn’t cum yet at all, so maybe if Dazai gets your pussy clenching around him it’ll be over within five minutes tops.

Dazai leans down with that plan in mind and without impeding Chuuya’s thrusting, he gets his face right up to your cunt and uses the tip of his tongue to circle your clit. You whimper and buck your hips up, then push them back down to meet Chuuya. Dazai doesn’t even need to spit on you-- you’re plenty wet enough-- but he does it anyway, landing a glob right on your swollen clit. He uses the excess wetness to have his tongue gliding effortlessly in circles around your nub. Finally he gets your attention again, and you moan his name. The hand that isn’t in Chuuya’s hair slides down into Dazai’s, and he relaxes a bit now that you’re touching him.

The combination of Chuuya fucking you from behind and Dazai’s tongue now flicking relentlessly back and forth over your clit-- all the wet sounds, the smell of Chuuya’s cologne, his moaning in your ear, his hands still tweaking and playing with your incredibly over-sensitive nipples-- it’s too much. You can’t even talk; you can’t tell either one how you feel, how good they are. You can hardly moan, most of what comes out of you being only broken, stuttery noises thanks to the way Chuuya’s movements wrack your whole body and control the way even your breathing works right now.

I’m not gonna last. I’m not gonna last. I’m not gonna make it. you think, but you’re unable to warn either one of them. Chuuya must know it’s coming from the way your cunt clenches around him. He hisses and turns his head so his lips hover over your nose, moaning your name right at you.

Finally it happens when Dazai sucks on your clit and pushes a finger into your tight cunt alongside Chuuya’s cock. It’s overwhelming. There’s too much happening, too much going on from the both of them. You’re completely dumb on Chuuya’s cock, complete putty in Dazai’s hands.

You cum hard, arching your back up to let Chuuya fuck you deeper if possible. You squirt profusely, drenching Dazai’s mouth and getting a surprised chuckle from him.

“Good girl,” he praises, but you barely hear it over the way Chuuya shouts a string of swears next to your face. His hands finally leave your tits and grip your hips hard. He only thrusts a few more times before he’s cumming too, painting the inside of your cunt white for the second time. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Chuuya chants as he comes down, his movements slowing until he’s finally completely still. Dazai sits up and smiles a shit-eating grin at you.

“We made her squirt, Slug. Did you feel it?”

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he groans, dropping his head back and turning it away from you. “I’m not cleaning that shit up, though.”

“Did you cum inside…?” you ask quietly as Dazai starts maneuvering Chuuya’s softening dick out of you.

“He said to,” Chuuya says flippantly.

“Think about it, baby,” Dazai says. “There’s no way his shitty little swimmers will beat mine. If you get pregnant, that's gonna be my baby in there.”

“It’s only ‘cause you’re a shitty mackerel. Fish swim.”

[anantaru]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟎 — 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊

✦ kinktober day 10 — size kink feat. childe : capitano : pantalone : pierro x fem! reader | kinktober masterlist.

✦ warnings: size : we love big men

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you watched with eager eyes as childe pulled his shirt over his head, lazily throwing it on the floor. You're laying comfortably on the bed, his body towering over you as he advancing closer to feel you on his skin. You helped him unbuckle his belt and most importantly, get rid of those annoying restraints which were his pants, finally exposing his leaking cock to your eyes.

he was hard, more so big, childe took it in his hand to give it a few pumps before lining himself up with your hole. Your slick was pooling out of your cunt and he made sure to collect enough to have himself coated in it, being certain you aren't going to be uncomfortable with his girth. It still stung a bit, always did, as he carefully slid himself into your warmth, relishing in the feeling of your walls shivering around his length.

You're working your way up there, taking him inch by inch until he was fully sheathed in you. "you can move now." you're whining, lips formed into a pout as you wrapped your arms around him lovingly. Ajax continued with a nod, stealing a kiss from you yet again once he started to pump himself in and out of your sobbing cunt, his hands taking a hold of your legs to spread you wider for him, setting a comfortable pace as the both of you melted into each others embrace.

✦ 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐎

you couldn't help yourself but admire the view in front of you, capitano in his full glory, naked with his lean muscles enhancing his already natural beauty. His cock was otherworldly, you could remember the first time the both of you were intimate and the thought on how in hell that could fit inside of you.

capitano's hands would wander towards your face to lazily stroke his thumb around your cheeks, assuring that you're in fact made for him so it has no other choice than to fit. You're shivering underneath his brought body, his figure nestled in between your legs and spreading them for you as he leaned down to take your lips in his. His cock head was leaking, slowly prodding against your tight hole before he poured it in, splitting you open, the mewls from you only coaxed him on to continue to slide himself in until he filled you to the hilt.

Your glassy eyes made it hard for capitano to breathe, not to mention think straight. His hand drifted towards your abused clit, deciding to push his thumb against the little bundle of nerves while rubbing, hard. With that you were able to take more of his length, his girth gradually getting sucked in until he was finally feeling your warmth embrace him fully. "you're perfect, you're made for me." he purrs, continuing to draw soft circles on your clit before picking up on pace.

✦ 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄

you tried not to drool around pantalone's cock, but that wasn't an easy task since right now, you were completely full of him, eyes watering at the feeling of his tip prodding against your throat. Your vision was blurry, looking up at the man who had a satisfied grin painted across his features. "don't tell me you can't take it anymore?" he was tilting his head a little to feign innocence, the pseudo innocent laughter that followed sent shivers through your body in ways you never experienced before.

You're gulping around his impressive girth, somehow trying to respond as he pulled you down harder against his cock until your nose felt the soft layer of pubic hair right on his pelvis. You‘re flexing your jaw a bit, trying to loosen up so you‘d be able to relax while being full of his cock. Your hands wander towards his balls, lightly kneading them while continuing to hollow your cheeks, suckling on his cock. Pantalone‘s eyes rolled back at the feeling, his hand falling heavy on the back of your head to help you up and down his length while now adding shallow thrusts into your mouth.

Your lips were beginning to strain, he was so big n heavy, it was near unbearable as you felt him spasm inside of you. Pantalone groaned out from overstimulation now— you were so good to him tonight, haltering his movements for a second before finally spilling his seed in you, painting your insides with thick spurts of white. He‘s bathing in his afterglow, panting harshly as he pulled out of your mouth, witnessing the big mess he made.

✦ 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎

pierro is slowly licking a straight line behind your ear, eliciting soft whimpers of you before wrapping his brought arms around your body. You're straddling him in his leather chair, it was late at night and he just so happened to have finished his work when he called you in. Nights like these were certainly your favorite, unbuckling his pants to pull them down to his knees when his growing bulge throbbed hard against your pussy, only the tiny fabric of your panties separating the both of you now.

Pierro starts kissing your chest, biting down on your sensitive flesh to leave needy hickies on the most noticeable places. You're shuddering upon feeling him push away your panties, lining himself up with your throbbing heat. He was big and very much aware of that fact, "you have to relax." he stated sternly, helping you sit down on his cock, you on the other hand only being able to take in half of his length. You're whining, twisting n turning against his hold as you scrunched your eyes shut to get rid of the blur, pouting your lips. It really didn't matter how often the both of you were intimate with each other, it always pained you at first before it developed into real pleasure.

your breath got stuck in your throat at the feeling oh his impressive girth splitting you further, crying out his name as you leaned forward to rest your head against the crook of his neck, your nostrils taking in his manly scent. Pierro was entering you deeper and better, inch by inch you were welcoming him in your warmth before he was finally sheathed completely inside of you, cock throbbing in your sensitive walls. "pierro." you're whining out his name, barely able to catch a breather as he pulled your face towards his lips, kissing you sensually, "I'll take care of you." responding, eyes half lidded with an obvious desire surrounding them.

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[tddyhyck]

hii!! i think that 26 and 30 would actually be perfect for jeno idk whyy but it’s just giving it 😭😭😭

kit kat [ l.jn ]

i think i’m really in my jenore (jeno whore) era

pairings ⇢ jeno x afab!reader

warnings ⇢ smut, masturbation, oral sex (f receiving)

prompts ⇢ “ come here, you can sit on my lap till i’m finished.” + “stop doing that.”

word count ⇢ 1.5k

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“how much longer?” you ask, leaning over your boyfriend's shoulder and peering at the screen in front of him. he’d been working on a paper for god knows how long and you just wanted 5 maybe 10 minutes of his time.

“not too much longer. come here, you can sit on my lap until i’m finished.” he offers glancing up at you before pushing his chair back and making room for you to squeeze onto his lap.

you slide in front of him lifting his arms to go around you breaking his concentration as he stares up at you, his eyelids slightly droopy and hair ruffled. you bring your legs to either side of him straddling him before sitting down squirming and attempting to get comfy. finally, you shift in his lap draping your legs over his, head falling into the crook of his neck.

once you finally felt comfortable tucked into his chest and listening to his fingers click the keyboard. you reach your hand up to brush through his hair twisting the ends between your thumb and forefinger. he feels so warm but not too hot, and welcoming like a warm fuzzy bed after a long day.

you study his profile, eyes dancing from the hair falling over his eyebrows to his glasses covering soft eyes that are flicking from his fingers to the monitor to his notes, drifting to his perfectly placed beauty mark, then down to his perfectly sculpted nose that you kissed more than really was necessary. your eyes finally stopped at his lips, a perfect supple pout, bottom lip pulled between his teeth in concentration. your digits still fiddle with the short hairs at the nape of his neck but your eyes didn’t move away from his lips.

mind drifting to thoughts good and pure like kissing him softly or feeding him strawberries while you sat on a picnic blanket. but then slipping to corrupt and vulgar like the way they wrapped so beautifully around your nipple while he looked up at you teasingly or how good they felt suckling your clit when his head was between your legs. you so enjoyed all the sweet words that fell from them but even more, so the dirty whispers that would tickle the shell of your ear while he was inside of you.

you really didn’t mean to make yourself horny and needy for his touch. you always felt if you were with him long enough your brain turned to disgusting slutty mush. desperate for any sort of friction to distract you from the heat pooling between your legs, your other hand drifted between your body first just laying over your core trying to seem inconspicuous.

you wondered how many words until he was finished and if you could type them while he ate you out. you didn’t realize you were pouting and holding air in your cheeks until he glanced down at you and smiled making you puff out the air and smile back. he didn’t look away letting his gaze linger on you for a moment more before turning his attention back to the screen.

“once i finish this page i’ll take a break,” he promised. it didn’t really register all you knew was that his lips were moving and sound was escaping. did they always look so pretty when he spoke, they probably did but you hadn’t been staring so intently at them.

you nodded pushing your hand to rub over your clothed clit. would it be so bad if you got off to your studious boyfriend who was perfectly placed in front of you? you tried to seem calm, cool, and collected as your hand kneaded your center letting your head fall back onto jeno’s chest.

you didn’t think he could tell he was way too focused on his paper to feel you start grinding against your palm right? or see you pull your lip between your teeth and close your eyes focusing on feeling relief from the pulsing between your legs.

“stop doing that,” you halt embarrassed, pulling your hand from between your legs but keeping your eyes closed, afraid to see his face. you could feel your cheeks warming and your belly flipping. “don’t act shy all of the sudden,” he says, gripping your wrist. you open your eyes looking up at him innocently. “what were you doing?”

“just, nothing,” he scoffed, leaning back in his chair you could feel his muscles tense beneath you.

“didn't look like nothing.”

“sorry I, just.” you pause trying and failing to find the words you wanted.

“why don’t you show me?” you didn’t expect him to say that if anything you expected him to make you go to the bedroom, strip, and wait for him.

“uh i,” you stutter.

“well go on. show me the nothing you were doing.” you gape at him as he releases your wrist bringing his arms from around you to rest behind his head. you bring your hand between your legs spreading them slightly, again focusing on your throbbing clit through your clothes. he brings a hand to your chin to grasp and make you face him. he stares down at you but his eyes are soft but his demeanor is assertive. you continue kneading and pressing against yourself but it’s frustrating through all the fabric and it makes you whine in annoyance.

“what is it?” he asks, tilting your chin up.

“not enough,” you simply respond. he doesn’t say anything back, letting go of your chin, putting a hand on each of your hips to push you up to your feet in front of him. you stagger caught off guard by the sudden movement. he reaches around you, closing his laptop and moving it along with his notes to the side.

“sit,” you put your hands on the table behind you before jumping up to sit. he pulls his chair closer, tugging at your waistband and pulling down your sweats easily, and spreading your legs. he looks up at you from his chair expectantly and you move your hand back between your legs. fingers brushing over the damp fabric of your panties, legs bucking.

“better,” he asks, fingers smoothing over the meat of your inner thigh.

“un huh,” you nod, digits figure-eighting your clit through your wet panties. his face moves closer to your covered core you can feel his breath fanning over your thigh as he moves closer. it makes you nervous but aroused at the same time the way he’s watching you grind against your quick fingers.

“did you think i wouldn’t notice?” he asks, quirking a brow up at you. you shook your head feeling your stomach tighten from the pleasure. his fingers dance closer to your core making your skin tickle and tingle from his feathery touches. he grabs your wrist stopping your movements and making you whine and pout but he just shushes you before jerking your hands away from your core.

you look down at him bucking your hips trying to protest, but he just smirks before bringing his hands to toy with you. letting his digits dance over your damp core watching the way your legs shiver with each of his touches. he uses one hand and pulls your panties to the side exposing your cunt, he blows cool air against your sticky center watching the way it makes you shiver and your toes curl against the edge of the table.

he brings his face closer licking a strip up your cunt letting it linger against your clit for a second before pulling his head back only to dive back in again. sloppily lapping at your clit before sucking it into his mouth the wet slurping sounds filling the room along with your airy moans. you lean back arms no longer have any use in supporting you sliding back against the cool table. he uses his other hand to press your leg back giving him more access to continue indulging in your taste.

“fuck, jeno,” you whimper between mewling into your palm. your other hand gripping your breast nails digging into the supple skin. “i’m gonna cum.” he doesn’t let up chasing your high for you, tongue lapping at your stiff clit perfectly. he wraps his lips around your sensitive bud again, the sucking sending you over the edge.

crying out and arching off the table and into him as you gush against his face and onto the table. chest heaving but he doesn’t stop slurping your juices from your fluttering hole and sending a shiver down your spine as he continues drinking you in.

your hand is gripping his hair trying to pull him away but he just moans at the touch flicking his tongue faster bringing you to another wave of pleasure. you let your legs shake and wrap around his head from the overstimulation at your center. finally, he pulls away looking up at you glasses foggy and mashed against his face and chin shiny and wet with a lazy smile.

“you made a mess,” he says, dipping back down to lick your cum off the table and smooth over your ass and lower lips. you jerk at the sensation way too close to your overdone core.

© tddyhyck

[urprettylittlething]

Hiii! Could I ask for a scenario about Cursed Kitty AU? Our little kitty is in her eating season and wants it so much... One morning, she wakes Gojo (or both of them) up with a blowjob... Thanks in advance~ I love this au! ^^

Thank you so much for this request, I truly apologise that it's taken me so long to get around to it but its finally here! I hope its okay <3 I kept it open so you can imagine either Gojo or Geto being the ones to receive the special treatment :)

Desperation

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Yandere - Gojo Satoru x CursedKitty! Reader x Geto Suguru

A/N - thank you so much for all the love coming in on my recent post, it means the world <3 please enjoy this lovely little smutty drabble requested, I don't know if its my best work, I'm feeling a little rusty, but please enjoy nonetheless, let me know your thoughts :) I really appreciate and value what you guys think <33 I love you all so much <3 as always let me know of any errors or missed warnings, I try my best but sometimes I miss things :,)

summary - Kitty is too desperate to wait, so she takes things (a cock) into her own hands.

warnings - Yandere but it's practically non-existent here, could be seen as dubcon since they haven't spoken about it beforehand, but it is very well received and they would 100% want it again, smut ofc, hand job, mixed in with some blowjob action, she's also trying to hump the bed so there's that

genre - Drabble

word count - 450

~spelling and grammar checked~

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Snuggling deeper into the warmth that was surrounding her, Kitty searched desperately for any kind of relief. Her stomach muscles were tense, cramping up with every passing second since she had woken up.

She tries desperately to get back to sleep but the pulsating ache between her legs forbids it. No amount of rubbing or humping is fixing this little issue of hers. Even her whimpering and moaning hasn’t woken the two sorcerers sleeping either side of her.

What she noticed though, between all her fidgeting, was something particularly hard between the pair's legs. She could feel the throbbing anytime she brushed up against them, the warmth seeping through her skin. It’s something she is currently craving, yearning for, and since none of them have bothered to wake up and help her, she’s decided to take it for herself.

Shuffling down under the covers, Kitty paws at the first pair of legs she gets to. Nuzzling next to the warmth between the legs she turns her head and starts to suckle on the hard mass through his boxers.

Her hands almost frantically try to tug down the underwear he’s wearing, practically drooling at the sight of his cock being revealed to her.

She thinks that it looks heavy, almost bouncing when she pulls the boxers fully away. The flushed tip was almost dripping with liquid from where she’d been rubbing all over it.

Her ears flutter as her body does a full shiver, licking from base to tip she envelops the head into her mouth, sucking and licking as she does.

Her thighs rub and squeeze together as she moans around the cock in her mouth. Her tail curled and uncurling in delight.

Both of her hands come up, wrapping around his cock as best as they can and start pumping. She knows, has been taught, by the two of them that when she does this she can get the delicious milk they provide just for her. And she wants it bad.

So she lays there, sucking, licking, pumping away at his cock, practically humping the bed in her throes of pleasure. Startled nearly half to death when a hand comes down on the top of her head. Kneading deeply into the base of her fluttering ears and pushing her further down his cock every so slightly.

“Don’t stop now Kitty, come on, keep going.” A deep voice calls out announcing his awareness. Her eyes roll back, now working in tandem for what she so desperately wants.

Between the low grunts and moans she can just about make out a second voice, rumbling deep in his chest as laughter, before the sheets get pulled away.

“…Such a desperate little Kitty.”

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[sunshine-for-serotonin]

Hi! I have seen your fics that include Erik sucking on reader's nipples. Since stimulating the nipples too much can cause the body to begin to lactate (without being pregnant) after a certain time, I was wondering how Erik would react to causing the reader to milk. Thank you.

The second you start lactating is the second Erik basically becomes permanently affixed to your chest.

Try as you may, you just can’t get Erik’s mouth away from your nipples for more than twenty minutes at a time unless you’re out working in the main theatre, and even then he may beg for you to stop by box five every so often so he can nurse for a few minutes.

Erik, being the way that he is, may actually start to have tantrums of some kind of if he goes too long without nursing, he truly craves to be lovingly nurtured in the ways he missed out on as a child, so letting Erik nurse on your chest is so beyond incredibly intimate and comforting to him that he feels the need to be at your chest at every opportunity.

Erik’s mommy issues are horrendous, so it’s no wonder he’s so needy in your presence, begging you to coddle him like a child and let him drink from your chest.

You know how kittens will knead their momma cat while they nurse? Erik does a similar version of that. If you’re still wearing clothes, Erik will clench his hands around the fabric tightly before releasing and repeating the process. If you aren’t, Erik rubs his hands up and down your sides or hips.

He does this because the repetitive motion helps to soothe him further and also because he just likes feeling you against him.

If you try to pull away before he’s had his fill, Erik is not afraid to whine and cry until you let him latch onto you like a baby again, and Erik is also very prone to absolutely gorging himself on your milk if you don’t stop him.

Ideally, Erik likes to lay on top of you with his lips around your nipple while your hand runs over his head and you coo at him, his eyes half lidded and peering up at you with love.

No matter which version of Erik you’re stuck with, they all have the basic idea that taking so much of your nutrients and not replacing them= bad, so you can be certain Erik will force you to up your water intake and encourage you to eat more.

If you thought that Erik uses nursing solely as a comfort thing and never a sexual thing, you are sorely mistaken.

About half of the time he’s nursing, Erik’s cock will harden and so he’ll start grinding against your legs, trying to find some form of relief.

Position Erik so that you can reach under him and start to pump his cock without separating him from your nipple. He whimpers and moans against you whilst holding you tightly in his arms as he tears up and starts rutting into your hand.

You can bet your soul that this fuels his mommy kink to an extreme.

Musical!Erik

I feel it in my soul that this version of Erik is much more shy when it comes to both his mommy kink, and his need to suckle on your chest.

But once you reassure him that you love him regardless and you’ll indulge him if he simply asks, he’s just as obsessive with it as his book counterpart.

The first time you let him nurse from your chest and milk came out, Erik immediately felt a sense of ease and sleepiness hit him like a carriage. He may have also shed a few tears because of his mommy issues, but he isn’t nearly as bad as his novel version.

With his lips being so puffy due to his deformities, I would say you would be much more comfortable with him sucking harder on your chest than his book counterpart, as you have more padding from his teeth this way.

Kind of reiterating what I said earlier, when Erik is around you and he’s stressed or angry, he’s prone to what can only be described as temper tantrums and he cries out for you to love on him, and usually the only way you can calm him down is by lovingly holding him or letting him suckle on your chest while you call him a good boy.

Seriously, the relief that crosses his face once he has you in his mouth and your milk trickles down his throat is as instantaneous as the embarrassed blush that coats his cheeks and ears once he realizes, that yes, he did just have a meltdown in front of you, and yes, you had to calm him like one would an infant, but he finds himself too relaxed to pull away from you. Erik will hide his beet red face in your chest until you reassure him that it’s alright and that you don’t think any less of him.

Musical Erik is also more easily aroused by suckling on your chest than his novel counterpart.

It just feels so good to be wrapped in your arms and to be nurtured, to finally be taken care of after decades of being on his own, so good that it often manifests itself in Erik getting hard and needy.

You need not fear that you will be left unsatisfied, Erik is more than happy to take his lips from your nipple as long as he can place them between your thighs for hours a little bit, but when he’s done vigorously eating you out, Erik is immediately going back to nursing.

Novel!Erik

I truly believe that the first time you let him nurse from your chest, Erik full on bawled.

All the mommy issues and childhood trauma came bursting up to the forefront of his mind. And yet through his tears, Erik nursed almost greedily, as though he were afraid you would take yourself away from him at a moments notice.

It took about fifteen minutes of you cooing at him that he was alright and how much you loved him for the tears to stop falling, and even then it took an extraordinarily long time for you to get his mouth off of you, making you about an hour late to entering the main opera populair.

The whole time you could feel him watching you from box five, and the second you were somewhere more secluded, Erik cornered you and began to beg for you to let him suckle on your chest more.

Yes, Erik has absolutely no qualms about conveying his need to suckle on your chest, and while his musical counterpart won’t throw quite as elaborate tantrums if he can’t nurse, this Erik surely will.

He’s not afraid to mess with backdrops, cause sandbags to fall, and just overall sabotage the crew of the opera house until you can calm him down.

Erik really is a menace to all who know him, but when it comes to you, he can’t help but let his more childish tendencies come out as he clings to you.

Novel!Erik is extremely prone to over gorging himself on your milk. He won’t stop when he’s full, he’ll drink until he physically can’t anymore, and even then you’ll have to practically pry him away from your chest.

Because of his reluctance to separate himself from your chest, Erik may actually try to push back against your hands when you try and ease him off of your nipple. Of course, this results in him getting milk splatter all over his face and paired with the tears rolling down his cheeks because you took him away from you, Erik paints quite the pathetic picture of himself and he knows it, but he simply doesn’t care.

With how he jumps at the opportunity to nurse, you may have to remind him to calm down and not suck so hard, Erik’s thin lips don’t offer much in the way of comfort when it comes to him being needy whilst nursing.

@sloppyzengarden

@groovy-lady

[lizzy019]

𝒮𝒶𝓎 𝒞𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓈𝑒!

Dom!Johnny Cade x Sub!Fem!Reader

cw -> filming, cum play, breast play, light degradation (literally like- once), lmk if i missed something!

Word Count -> 1K

It’s held in the 60s guys, so I gotta stay true to it. Old fashioned cameras!

Laying on your back while the camera was taking ages to turn on, you lazily have your hand on Johnny’s hip while he sets it up. 

You were talking about either holding the camera or standing it up, both of you coming to an agreement that having it standing would be more appealing and it’d be better to just take the camera after for some after play.

After what felt like eons, the camera finally turned on and a tape was inserted so it could record properly. Johnny was excited you even agreed to this.

He’d set up a list.. for some odd reason. First, foreplay. Second, sixty nine. Third, actual shaboinking. Four, a sweet scene to tie it together. The amount of time Johnny spent on this was concerning.

Regardless, once the camera was recording, it all began.

Hands came to knead your breasts, his knee grinding against your pussy for some reaction while he looked at the simple vibrator. 

Sex toys weren't popular in the 60s, however he got his hands on one is crazy.

He gently placed it to your clit, the soft buzzing being overpowered by your moans from the tickle of the machinery. It was rather.. pleasant though.

Hands moved to grasp his shoulders in a panic once the settings were turned up quite fast.

“Oh Johnny! Ah, wait, I don’t wanna cum so early, fuck!” You cried out, squeezing his flesh tightly.

Johnny couldn't help but chuckle, making the setting go up just a bit more before he really saw how close he was to getting the first orgasm outta you.

Eyes watery, body twitchy and moans not able to be silenced. You were close and he was excited from the sight.

All of a sudden, the white pleasure hit. Your climax made your back arch off the bed, making you clench on nothing as your arousal fluid spews out onto Johnny’s lower abdomen. You were oblivious to it on your way down from your high.

Johnny wasted no time however, he stripped to the bare minimum and began to get into proper positioning before waiting for you to join.

Head at his crotch and his at yours, you started first by sliding his little bit of foreskin from his tip to reveal the pretty pink colour oozing precum. Your tongue reacted by itself, it was like salty ice cream.

He started shortly after, hands slapping the fat of your ass while he ate your sensitive pussy out like it was his last meal. With his family, it was probably the only good meal he’d get anyway.

Johnny was fighting moans when you suckled at all his little sensitive spots, struggling to hold on when you squeezed his balls so carelessly.

He was nearing his release, and you honestly couldn't even tell if you’d cum again or if you were just dazed. Your first orgasm paired with strenuous activity after was draining.

Once Johnny had let a moan rip from his chest when he shot his seed all down your throat, you let yourself swallow it all before adjusting once more.

Doggy style.

“All fours, like a real female dog. A bitch.” He snarled almost, adjusting behind you before staring into the camera for a second or two. Oh, he was so ready to watch this like it was his favourite show.

Well, it was.. because it had you in it.

A harsh thrust into your walks signaled you to moan out, arms giving out as you let yourself be handled by him. The relentless pounding had you crying out in ecstasy.

“Oh fuck, Johnny, hurts! Hurts, baby..” You whined out, clawing at the sheets in a helpless attempt to ground yourself from the pleasure.

At the sudden whines of pain, Johnny stopped for a second or two, giving your rear a light pat before starting up again.

This amount of time wasn’t sufficient, but you knew it was all you were gonna get so you took it without complaint. Well- the only complaint now was that another climax was nearing.

You couldn't even say anything, only emit a loud cry before the climax hit you. Walls clamping, body seizing up and the moist feeling of your squirt hit poor Johnny’s body.

However, this didn’t stop the determined young fellow. He kept going relentlessly, kissing your face all over in silent praise as moans spoke for themselves when he reached his peak too.

Coming down from such strong, shared highs, you watch as he looks into your oozing core, stuffing his face in to suck out any cum before spitting it onto your chest to rub it in.

To claim you as his.

His bitch.

The feeling makes you a bit disgusted, but you simply accept it and sigh happily. What a dream that was.

Johnny hops off to find a warm towel to clean you both up, arriving in no less than a few seconds with a damp hand towel and using it to clean your exterior. Chest and pussy mess.

He cleans his own mess and the squirt you’d shot at him after, finally pressing a kiss to your lips sweetly and chastely before moving to turn off the camera and save the tape.

“I think that was pretty good, no?” You asked with a soft smile, admiring every inch of his body.

From his poking out ribs to his sweet tender fingers meticulously working the camera, you were even swooning over the way he looked while focused.

“Yeah baby, you were yellin’ bloody hell over there. Enjoyed yourself?” He asked with his signature soft smile, making it bring a smile to your own face.

A nod came in response as you settled into bed and watched him for the remaining time before your eyes shut and everything faded into a calm and relaxing haven of sleep. 

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

hii i’m back with the requests!! what about 🐱 drunk tangerine, i feel like he likes giving more than receiving, idk could just be me(ugh i’ve missed you🥹)

hii!! YES he’s definitely a giver!! ive missed you🥹 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 @lov3lypeaches7

taste

tangerine x f reader

wc || 1k

warnings || 18+ only explicit content (word porn, oral- f receiving, face sitting, multiple climaxes) minors dni

a/n || just realised I wrote this as 🐱 hungry, not drunk oops

also sorry in advance, I think I reused a fair few words, I had a total brain fart writing this

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Tangerine slowly makes his way into the bedroom, stopping once he gets to the end of the bed. “Put it down.” Nodding at you over your book.

Looking up at him with questioning eyes, sheepishly smiling as you add your bookmark, placing it on the nightstand next to you. “What are you up to?” You ask, assessing his playful yet mysterious features.

Kneeling at the edge of the bed with a grin, whispering. “Nothing.” Carefully holding under your heel as he trails slow featherlight kisses up the inners of your leg before settling himself on his stomach between your thighs.

“‘Nothing’? That doesn’t seem like nothing.” Hiding a smile as you peek down at him.

Talking softly. “Maybe something.” Grinning as he grazes his hands over your thighs, looking up at you longingly. Sliding his hands higher up your thighs, delicately brushing underneath the hem of your nightgown. “I did want something.” Speaking with a hoarse whisper against the soft skin of your inner thigh.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Lightly nibbling over the flesh as he slowly dragged his fingers over.

“And what’s that?” You quietly ask, entertaining him as you undo the bow of your nightgown.

“You… I want you.”

“Yeah?”

“Hm.” He hummed, his eager eyes fixated on the beautiful and bare display in front of him. “…real bad.”

He begins to trail kisses up the crease of your upper thigh, lightly grazing his fingers on the opposite side to give it some attention. Adjusting himself, he wraps his arms under your thighs, hooking you as he starts to peck featherlight kisses centimetres from where you needed him most. Teasing you and himself.

He softly exhales over your clit before eventually caving in and placing a delicate kiss over it, trailing kisses down and over your folds. His movements tantalising and precise, as if he wanted you to feel everything. Nibbling and suckling your folds ever so slightly, practically worshipping you as he lightly circles his fingers over your lower stomach.

He lays his tongue flat against you, slowly licking up through your folds as if to savour your taste on his tongue, humming in satisfaction when your sweetness coats his tastebuds. Swiping leisurely like he had all the time in the world. He pauses once he gets to your clit, lightly exhaling over it before placing a soft wet kiss on the needy nub, treating you tenderly like he was slowly warming you up.

“Put your pretty legs over my shoulders, darlin'. I need you closer.” He mumbles against your folds, helping you adjust. “Yeah, that’s it.”

Settling himself again, he buries his face back between your thighs, swiping his pointed tongue through your lips and applying small bouts of pressure as he flicks over your clit, swirling over it in just the way you needed.

He momentarily focuses on your clit, gently nibbling and sucking on the sensitive mound of nerves as he squeezes into your thighs, kneading the doughy flesh with his fingers. He starts to slowly make out with your pussy, caressing your folds with his hungry lips, savouring your sweet flavour. Gluttonous.

Tangerine was the kind of guy that preferred to give and that’s exactly what he intended to do. He’d spend many hours between your thighs if he could, drawing out orgasm after orgasm until you were a blubbering quivering mess. He loved the vulnerability of it all, he loved the way you’d grind against his nose with your hands tightly locked in his hair, how you’d make such pretty whimpers when you’d call his name, and how your thighs would clamp around his head. He loved the access he had to you, how you’d be spread to him like an all-you-can-eat buffet. But, most importantly, he loved your taste, he could never and will get enough of it.

So by now, he had you right where he wanted you, hanging on by a thread as he sucked, kissed and licked your sweet pussy.

Smushing his head between your thighs as your release approached, gripping a tighter fistful of his hair while you ground against his face, whimpering and quivering as you came on his tongue. Lapping up every drop.

Speaking low and gruff. “I ain’t done.”

He flips you both over so you could straddle his face, immediately attaching his hands to your ass, gripping the cheeks as he forced you to roll over his face. “I don’t want to hurt you.” You say softly, propping yourself on your knees to hover over him. He doesn’t reply, instead, he just snakes his hands to your waist, gripping and pulling you back down, burying his tongue between your folds.

His hands slip back down to your ass, squeezing the flesh between his fingers while he rocks you over his face, persistently sliding you over his tongue as you grind your hips over him. You tangle your hands back into his curls, using him for support as you cry out again. Mumbling incoherent whimpers as you feel yourself get close once again.

Softly rocking over his face while he fucked you with his tongue, drawing out your second overwhelming release. Never once faltering in motion, giving you exactly what you wanted, like he was listening to your body. Continuing exactly what you liked until he could taste your essence on his lips once more.

He carefully rolls you back over so he was led between your legs, softly kissing your inner thighs, treating you tenderly as if to praise you. He trails featherlight kisses up your stomach and between the valley of your tits, peppering your lower throat until he made his way back to your mouth.

He sloppily kisses your lips, making you taste yourself on his tongue while he loosely entangles his hands around your throat, lightly gripping you. He lowers his head and wryly smirks before dropping his face into the crook of your neck. Grinning against the skin. “I still ain’t done.”

@tangerinesgf @kpopgirlbtssvt @ch3rries-n-cream @earth-elemental18 @ashlynhasmanyhyperfixations @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @thewinterv @navs-bhat @ilovetangerinewithallmyheart @theredvelvetbitch @randomawesomeperson102 @lov3lypeaches7 @princess-pebbles-things

[binsito]

Okey okey okey how bout SKZ giving a Greek kiss?

ahh yes.. butt stuff 😈 (this was literally marinating in my drafts hello..)

warning: some of them are m receiving so don't ready if uncomfy :) also usage of words like princess and etc, just straight up anal stuff, skip if this is not ur cup of tea

bangchan: he would have you lay down on your tummy, kneading your ass gently and giving you a massage. he wanted his baby to be relaxed and taken care of. your breath hitches when you feel him suck on your asscheek gently while he squeezes the other one tightly. he would slowly move his mouth to your center, opening you up for him and circling his tongue around your tight hole. once he got more confident, he would begin to basically make out with your ass. you two didn't actively have anal sex, so feeling his tongue between your cheeks made you squirm in pleasure. "what if i trained this little hole to take me too, hm baby?.." leeknow: minho on the other hand loves anal sex with his s/o ♡ he likes to give and receive so you would both take turns with each other. you would spit on his hole and suck on it, making sure to leave him wet before you would tease him with a finger. he would sloppily lick you and flatten his tongue against your hole while his hand would cup your cunt, rubbing it to give it some friction while he absolutely devoured your asshole. greek kissing was always a must before penetrative anal sex with his baby. he needed you to be nice and slick for his cock.

changbin: occasionally when he would eat you out, he would let his tongue travel further down, suckling on your other hole which would earn him a surprised mewl. he loved your reactions whenever he would do this. he didn't leave any crevice untouched, sometimes he would even get you to cum just by him lapping at your asshole. you were so sensitive down there and he was a sucker for the breathy moans you would cry out when you would orgasm from his mouth pleasuring your ass. he loves it when you sit on his face, ass nearly suffocating him but he doesn't mind as long as he gets to kiss your hole and taste it. "fuckk.. this sweet ass is all mine, princess.. let me have one more taste, baby.. promise i'll fuck it after.. it just tastes so good.." hyunjin: he likes to be extremely sensual about it, tracing a finger along your hole before he presses a firm kiss to it. tongue poking at it before he licks a long and painfully slow stripe between your cheeks. he's also another one that would like his partner to try greek kissing on him, shivering and getting goosebumps all over his skin. he could cum just from feeling your lips on his hole and he has, sooo many times that he's lost count. he feels a little embarrassed at how badly his cock leaks and makes a mess on the bed but the pleasure overrides that feeling. han: when he's not buried deep, head first into your cunt, he's in your pretty ass. being the sweet and obedient partner you were, you would hold yourself open for him as he ravished your hole. he tried being patient, slowly working you up with teasing kisses to your cheeks, little nibbles here and there - but han jisung is such a horny idiot that he couldn't help himself from diving straight into you. he would be swearing and moaning - all of it muffled between your asscheeks which would in turn cause them to vibrate and would feel so, so good ♡ "shit.. this ass is fucking unreal.." he'd groan, spitting on your hole and watching it trickle

felix: it might've started off as a joke, felix saying you look so good, he'd eat your ass. you dared him to and that's how you found yourself in this situation, him grunting deeply as he held you open wide for him to have perfect access to your hole. he thought it would be super fun to include flavored lube to lick it off teasingly. the sweet taste of strawberry and your essence making his cock swell. he would pepper kisses everywhere, occasionally missing your hole on purpose to make you squirm. "maybe i should joke about things more often to get you to try them with me, baby.." he giggles softly before biting your asscheek hard.

seungmin: he would occasionally jerk off in the shower while you knelt behind him, licking at his hole and kissing it to help him cum. he's never cum this hard in his life until you both discovered how good this makes him feel. it makes him feel very vulnerable in a good way, ball tightening as he watches his cum shoot out helplessly. he was really into exploring anal so once he knew it felt amazing for him, he wanted to return you the favor. he would switch positions with you, burying his face into your cute little ass as he moaned softly. sucking on your hole as you whined out his name. "oh baby.. i don't wanna leave the shower.. promise me we can have more afterwards? so yummy.." jeongin: please use this man's face as a chair, i swear to god. he would literally beg you to have a taste while you were doing tasks around the house or even work. ass in his face as you would wash dishes, he just loved how your knees would buckle. maybe he'd be watching tv and he'd ask you to come over, bending you over him so he could taste you a bit while his tv show was going through a commercial break. "j-jeongin.. the show's back on.." your breath hitching but he didn't seem to care, too busy with your hole to even care, tongue starting to slowly fuck you, your pussy clenching around nothing.

please refrain from reposting, modifying, translating, copying or stealing my work. - © binsito

[gamblersdoll]

I need… nsfw Guts x reader where the reader is just a sweet cutie pie who is kind of fragile due to a physical disorder, so Guts treats her like a princess (probably calls her that too). But she wants him to be more rough with her and he’s a little nervous to but ends up liking it and just praises her a lot and stuff. thank you!!

cw: name calling (princess) ,praise, reader has rheumatoid arthritis, guts is such a nervous wreck. slight choking, hard fucking

before i begin, rheumatoid arthritis is mainly affected in joints (hands, knees, feet, and may change throughout the body.) which can make it hard for some people to do normal or moderate activities. thank you, and enjoy. 🩶

“let me do that for you, princess.” guts said, holding you by your waist and grabbing the coffee mugs.

“i can get it!” you playfully shouted, slapping softly at his arm. “but thank you guts!” you said cheerfully.

“youre welcome princess..” he said softly, running his thicker fingers in your hair and rubbing your scalp, causing you to relax. “come sit down, your knees look like they are stiffening up.”

you ended up forgetting about your coffee, and laying down on the couch with your legs on guts’ knees and feeling his hands on your feet and knees, softly kneading them in a massage like manner.

“can i ask you something?” you ask, swinging your legs from his hands and watching him then just freeze up and pout. “are you.. afraid to be rough?”

his face turns to a bright red, red ear tips and hot cheeks. “i– well.. kinda? its just.. i dont want to hurt you. ever.” he says, lowly. “do.. you want me to ?”

“yeah!” you say, crawling into his space. “you can be rougher.”

“well.. okay.”

he presses his lips against yours, cupping your cheeks in his hands and slide a hand to your hips. his lips traveled from your lips to your now bare shoulder, to suckle on your perky nipple.

you spill a low moan, watching him kiss all on your tummy and then back to your shoulder. guts take his boxers off, jerking his shaft slow and then sliding his cock inside you. he softly takes your leg and hooks it around his waist.

he starts off slow, breathing slowly into your neck and softly thrusts into you, enticing a moan from you. your hands find their way to his back shoulder blade, softly scratching at it. “r-rougher please..” you moan out.

hes so nervous to go rougher, hes not against it. so he takes a large hand and wraps it around your throat, softly squeezing but enough to make it a little difficult to speak. him choking you made you tighten, strangling his cock even so. he groans, putting a hand on your hip and slams his cock into your cunt.

“ho fuck…” he moans out, a low growl coming from his throat. “homygodprincess..” he says, watching his cock slide in and out of you, seeing where his tip slightly bulges in your pelvis. “youre so good..”

his choking got a littler tighter, heavy hand resting on your collarbone as he chokes you and plows into you. he lightly slaps at your outer thigh, lolling his head back and moaning down at you. “fuck! cmon princess..” he says softly, feeling the clench of your pussy squeeze until that coil in your tummy just gushes around his length.

“just like that.. cmon..” he pants out, now taking your legs and folding you into a pretzel, your knees closer to your ears. “fuck..! cmon– fuck princess—“ he chants, “fuck!” he growls out, feeling his balls empty themselves into your womb.

you were out for the count, panting while he makes you trade spots with him. he lays your body on top of his, holding you as he kisses your head repeatedly.

“you okay? i didnt hurt you did i?” he asks, full blown worried. you shake your head, giggling at his worries. “thats good, princess.”

“did you enjoy yourself?” you ask, holding guts back around his abdomen. he kisses your nose, the position giving you a slight pout with your chubbier cheeks.

“.. i guess i could be a little rougher.”

[kteezy997]

He’s Out of My League part 3//matt rife (the end)

Warnings: okay this is FILTHY smut, including oral sex (f receiving), cursing, spanking, and aftercare

“I just couldn’t get you out of my mind, I couldn’t stop looking at you.” Matt admitted in the Uber as you left the club.

“Oh my gosh. You’re so sweet. I couldn’t stop looking at you either.”

Matt put his arm across your lap, placing his hand on your outer thigh. You snuggled close to him, and felt really comfortable.

On the way to his hotel, you alternated between kissing his neck and him making out with you. He’d squeeze your thigh, or run his nails along your skin. The anticipation was palpable on both ends.

It didn’t take long for you both to get completely naked when you got into his room. You were on cloud 9 as his eyes scanned over your nude body. Matt Rife couldn’t take his eyes off or you, or his hands.

He grabbed you by the waist, and used his body weight against you to make you crash onto the bed and lay on your back. He kissed you tenderly, letting his hands roam slowly up and down your body. You heard him begin to moan softly as he moved his lips down to your neck.

You moaned as he cascaded down between your breasts, leaving wet, sloppy kisses there. He took a breast in each hand and squeezed them, and ran his thumbs over your hard nipples. He puckered his lips and latched onto your left nipple. He swirled his tongue around it, and sucked as he kneaded your breast. He left your tit with a pop from his mouth, and lapped over your right nipple and suckled on it before kissing down the middle of your rib cage. Matt made a trail all the way down your stomach.

He spread your legs, kissed each of your inner thighs and then dipped between them. You felt him lick and suck on your clit like a savage. This went on for several minutes. He used his fingers inside of you as well, finding a rhythm and curling his digits upward just right. You writhed and whined like mad, throwing your hands into his hair, which was quite thick and soft on top, and easy to grab on to.

Matt wasn’t afraid to really go to town on you, he used his tongue, his lips, and even his nose. It was rather messy, but it was amazing. You felt the adrenaline rush in your lower tummy, and your legs started to shake. He kept a firm grip on your thighs, holding you down the entire time. You hoped his hands would leave marks. That way you could look at them for days and remember how Matt Rife had his way with you.

You were on the brink, but he stopped, raised up and placed his hips between your thighs. His ripped body looked incredible. He was easily the hottest guy you’d ever been with, or even laid your eyes upon.

Matt took ahold of your legs, thrusted forward and slid his cock into you. You were soaked, so his length pushed inside of you with ease. His tip hit your cervix, “Fuck!” you cried.

He grinned, and slid his hands down from your legs to your waist and he held you down on the bed. He created a rhythm, pumping his cock into your throbbing core steadily. You moaned like a little bitch. It felt so fucking good, you never wanted him to stop. You wrapped your legs around him tightly. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl.” he said.

You looked up at him, mesmerized by his arms flexing with each thrust. The sight of his abs rippling as he fucked you was almost too much. This man was insanely jacked. His little gold cross on a chain around his neck dangled back and forth with his movements and grazed his jawline and hit his puffed out chest. He had a dusting of hair on his chest that was a nice, soft contrast to his sculpted physique.

Your body started to quiver and shake even more as you felt like you were in a dream, watching this god of a man fuck you like it was his job. You were brought back to reality as Matt flipped you over and reentered you from behind.

He gave you a light smack on the ass, testing the waters with you. You let out a little yelp, followed by a moan, which must have been a good sign for him because he spanked you a couple more times.

His heavy balls slapped your clit, and his hips smacked your ass with each thrust. All the contact and the noise coming from your bodies was sending you over the edge. “Oh my god, Matt!” you screamed, not caring about the other patrons on the hotel floor. “Don’t stop! I’m gonna come!”

Matt grabbed a fistful off your hair, carefully yanking your head up. “Come, y/n! Be a good girl for me, babe.” He somehow picked up speed, and hit your cervix repeatedly and it was like your whole body was vibrating and you felt your heartbeat in your pussy, pounding just as hard as Matt was pounding you.

You moaned like a pornstar as you came, but you were certain that no porn actor had ever felt as good as you did in that moment. He pulled out, and you collapsed on the bed immediately after.

Matt was a true gentleman, he got a warm wash cloth from the bathroom to clean you up with, and he got you tucked in underneath the covers. He then wrapped you up in his strong arms and you both got all comfy in the bed. He kissed you on the cheek when you got settled in and snuggled up. And you slept like a baby.

[antoncore]

i hope these are okay!!!! also i didn’t rly proofread these. but enjoy! i hope u like them i got a little carried away lol but happy birthday 🫶🏻🫶🏻

- 🧸 anon

sohee + anton

your back is propped up against the headboard while you hold your forearms out in front of you for sohee. gently, he wraps the silky pink ribbon around your wrists, knotting them into a bow while anton squirms next to you. “happy birthday, princess” the younger boy whispers, nibbling on your earlobe as his large hand makes its way to your thighs, kneading the flesh softly.

“is that too tight?” sohee asks you, his eyes looks a little glossy, tongue slipping out to lick his lower lip. his gaze flits back up to yours, looking for approval. you nod, “it’s fine,” you gulp, anton’s hands moving back up your body to find your breasts. they bought you a pretty lingerie set and gifted it to you the day before, not needing to ask you twice to put it on for them today. anton’s fingers ghost over your nipples, barely covered by any material, before he taps at your lips. you open, almost instinctively, and he pushes two fingers towards the back of your tongue. you whine, sohee settling between your thighs, his tongue licking at the thin piece of lace covering your heat. he laps just over your clit for a minute, suckling on the part covering your hole, your whines getting more desperate and drool beginning to collect around anton’s fingers. you can’t get anything out, but you want to beg them to just fuck you already. you’ve been anticipating this moment all day, and they still have the audacity to tease you.

“what’s that, sweetheart?” sohee asks, looking up at you from between your legs, and anton takes his fingers out of your mouth, licking at them himself as he presses his growing erection into your hip. “um,” you get shy, “can you take these off for me?” you ask, wiggling your hips. sohee grins, and starts dragging ur panties off, painfully slow, “don’t wanna rip them, baby, they’re too pretty, just like you”,

“come on, been such a good girl, so patient for us” anton coos, picking you up and shuffling around to get his pants off, sohee doing the same. you’re forced onto your knees, holding yourself up (barely) by your elbows with your wrists still bound as anton grips your hips and teases your entrance with his cock. you moan, and find yourself in front of sohee’s leaking cock, anton pushing himself inside of you painfully slow, your jaw falling open in response.

sohee cradles ur face in his hand, “open up, pretty girl,” easing his length into your throat, hissing at the sensation of your warm mouth enveloping him. when anton finally bottoms out, he slowly increases his thrusting, holding your hips so tight, nails digging into your skin, while sohee holds your jaw with both hands, using your mouth to get off. it’s all so intense, tears building in your eyes, anton’s groans spurs you on, clenching around him, and hollowing your cheeks for sohee who lets out the prettiest whimpers in return.

“shit, you love this, don’t you? should do this more often, huh?” anton grunts from behind you, watching the way your pussy sucks him in, your arousal dripping down to his balls. he slaps your asscheek once, twice, causing you to choke around sohee’s cock, teeth scraping against his tip, and both boys find their release soon enough. you drink down sohee’s load, receiving babbled praise from him, and cum yourself nearly at the same time as anton shoots his release inside of you.

sungho

you’re rolled over on your side in bed next to your bf sungho after each losing count of how many times you’ve orgasmed. sungho had claimed something stupid about making you cum twenty times for it being your twentieth birthday this year, but things had gotten so messy and you’d both tuckered out after three for certain.. and lost count somewhere between five and six.. maybe.

your hips are sore, trying to find a way to lay down comfortably, pushing your ass back against your boyfriend which is your mistake. soft kisses on your shoulders, getting closer to your neck and behind your ear, the kisses get firmer and gain suction. “sungho, please,” you murmur, “i c-can’t.. it’s too much,” you whine, your head fuzzy. you squirm a little and he throws his leg over yours to keep you in place.

“i wasn’t finished, baby,” he whispers, wrapping his strong arm over you, to lock your head between his bicep and forearm. he doesn’t press down.. yet, just uses it to keep you in place. his already bare cock finds your cunt, easily, your folds still slick and ready to accept him once again. you moan as he slips inside, without barely any resistance, you both moan in unison.

“come on, darling, you can give me one more, right? just one more for me..” sungho says, rocking his hips into your ass, cock sliding against your swollen walls, but you can’t help but clench down around him like you’ve done so many times already tonight. it feels so good, and the way he’s holding you just intensifies everything. when ur moans and whimpers get higher pitched, signalling you’re close again. he presses down on your throat with his bicep, not to fully cut off your air supply, but just enough for your cries to sound broken.

“please,please,please” you scream, “i’m gonna c-cum, sungie, please” and he talks you through it, “just like that, i knew you could give me one more… you wanted that so badly, didn’t you?” he pumps himself inside of you until you’ve ridden out your high before he cums inside of you, groaning into ur ear as he does. “fuck..” he pants.. releasing your neck and rubbing your back soothingly, “you always do so well for me, baby, can you be a good girl and give me one more?”

i’m so sorry i’m only replying now i lowkey had to gate keep this for a little… this was just so perfect my brain is so fucking dizzy😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 the thought of getting throatfucked by sohee is everything… you know it would be mostly due to his neediness, not even because he wanted to be rough. and while anton’s fucking you too… such a dream GODDDDD. sungho making you cum until you can’t anymore sounds so heavenly :( just when you think you can’t cum anymore, he always finds a way to just to see the way your body reacts when he touches you when you’re all sensitive :( UGH need

[ihearthes]

Beachin' Sex

Author: @ihearthes

Pairing: Harry x Reader Insert (2nd person)

Rating: Smut (NSFW, 18+ Only)

Word Count: 2400

With the first drops of icy cold water on the heated skin of your bare back, you screech, “HARRY! That’s cold!” His infectious, childlike giggle flits away in the warm Bahama breeze. Using your arms to prop up, you turn your head and glare at him. Shaking himself like a puppy, Harry laughs as the droplets land on your towel, in the sand, and, naturally, on you. 

This trip to the Beach House on Musha Cay is to celebrate the six month anniversary of your first date, and still Harry takes your breath away every day. Gazing at him now through your sunglasses, you shield your eyes from the bright sun while surveying his naked torso. The water pulled his swim trunks low, and his happy trail framed by those laurels makes your lady parts tingle. Plucking the sunscreen from its spot in the sand, Harry kneels next to you as he opens the bottle and squirts some on your back. 

“Whale, hello there. Turning a little pink here, babe,” he murmurs, as he starts to massage the lotion into your shoulders. 

“Mmmmmm,” you sigh, relaxing once more, laying your head on your folded arms, rolling your eyes with his newest pun. You might doze off if he continues this smooth motion over your skin. His long, elegant fingers glide along your muscles, kneading until the lotion is fully absorbed. As he finishes your back, he shifts, adding sunscreen to your calves and feet, massaging those too. Oh, yes. This is definitely heaven on earth. 

Harry starts humming one of his newer tunes as he works his way up your calves to your thighs, and the sensual strokes have a different effect on you now. Sighing as his hands move closer to the apex of your thighs, you slide your legs apart just a bit. 

“I hope you make sure all of my body parts are covered with lotion, Harry,” you purr, “Wouldn’t want any important bits to get sunburned. 

The humming and movement of his hands stops abruptly, and you lift your head to see what’s happened. But then his hand wanders there -- to that place where your wetness concentrates, and you lower your head once more, stifling a groan of pleasure.

Harry’s husky voice floats to you, “Guess we don’t want you to burn here either,” as his hand dips under the waist of your bikini bottoms. You shiver at his touch on your ass, and he starts humming again as he continues to massage your glutes; only it’s more of a caress now. Your legs drift further apart as Harry’s long fingers start to dip closer to your core. 

Unwittingly, a moan escapes, and you want to shift around to face your boyfriend, but he has other ideas as he splays one hand on your back to hold you down, carefully removing your bikini bottoms. You squirm at the air on your exposed flesh, and then cry out when you feel Harry’s tongue. You’re still on your stomach, and Harry is kneeling between your splayed legs, licking your wet entrance from front to back. 

“Ahhhhhaaaahhaa,” you giggle and squeal at the sensation. When he starts to suckle your clit, you bend your knees, extending your naked ass into the air to give him better access. Inside you are melting, getting wetter the closer you get to your orgasm. You’ve had enough of this, though. You want to watch him, so you throw one leg over his shoulder as you twist onto your back. Harry barely pauses, reaching up to grab your breast and knead it while his mouth continues to work on you. 

His soft lips kiss your pussy as his tongue dips into you. The panting noise you hear is distracting until you realize it’s coming from you. A whimper escapes as he latches onto your clit, flicking it with his tongue. Grabbing at his hair, you try to pull him further into you, but you’re unsuccessful, as he backs out, sliding a finger along your thigh. 

As you feel his finger approach, you also realize that it’s covered in sand. Abrasive sand. Itchy sand. Sitting up abruptly, you back away in horror. 

“What?” Harry inquires, heavy-lidded, “You were so close.” 

Wrapping your arms around your knees, you stare at his hands with those glorious fingers. “Sand, Harry. That’s what. I don’t think I want sand in my intimate parts.” It pains you to say this, as you truly were close to a mind-blowing climax. At least you assume it would be mind-blowing. After all, it’s Harry. 

He’s pouting, turning to grab your bikini bottoms which are covered in sand as well since he threw them to the side off the towel. Shaking your head, you grab the offensive item, stuffing it into your beach bag. Thank goodness this beach is as private as can be, and your little cottage is just a few steps away. 

As he stands, you notice that he has also been affected by your little sunscreen adventure. The outline of his cock is clearly visible through his pink trunks, and you smirk. Fluidly standing in front of him, you trace the shape with your fingernail as Harry draws in a deep breath, his eyes locking on yours. 

“It’s too sandy out here,” he croaks, wrapping his hand around yours to halt your measured movement over his length. 

You giggle. When he looks at you with a cocked eyebrow, you start singing, “Sandy, can’t you see? I’m in misery. We made a start. Now we’re apart. There’s nothing left for me.” 

Harry joins in on the second line, and the two of you belt out the ballad from “Grease” at the top of your lungs here on a beach in the Bahamas, one of you naked, the other clearly aroused in pink swim trunks. You dissolve into laughter just before the chorus, and Harry captures your mouth in a hot, wet kiss, dipping his tongue assertively into your mouth where you can taste remnants of yourself. Suckling his tongue, you interlace fingers with his, pulling his arms around your back, bringing you in closer proximity to his manhood. And suddenly you’re desperate for him again. This won’t do. The sand is still here, and you’re not quite ready to go back inside yet. 

Breaking away from him, you toss your sunglasses to the side and run to the water, yelling “ Better than a cold shower any day!” The warm water envelops you within a few steps where the sand fades away. You hear Harry splashing behind you, so you screech and try to swim faster, but his workouts and his regular time in the icy waters of Hampstead Heath pond have made him the stronger swimmer. It’s not long before he’s grasped you around the leg, pulling you back towards him. Squealing in laughter, you allow him to reel you in. It’s only when you wrap your legs around him that you realize he’s ditched his swim trunks as well so that you are both skinny dipping in this beautiful blue water. 

With your legs enveloping his waist, the desire you had previously abandoned returns with a vengeance, and you want him inside you. Now. Immediately. 

“Is that an eel between your legs or are you happy to see me?” you attempt a seductive, growling voice. Instead, you can barely keep a straight face. 

Harry, who is always full of puns, sings, “When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s a moray.”

When you groan, Harry grins wider, “You’re going to damage my moray-eel if you don’t laugh.”

Rolling your eyes, you giggle, “I would laugh if they were good puns.”

“Are you shore they aren’t good ones?” he implores. “Water boat we have seafood for dinner?” 

There’s only one way to shut him up when he’s in a punny mood, and you aren’t afraid to use the technique. Nibbling gently at his lips, you whisper, “Water boat you fuck me now?”

Instantly, his laughter stops as his eyes darken. Swimming backwards towards the beach, Harry bounces you higher around his waist so that your breasts are out of the water. Wrapping his lips around your right breast, he applies gentle suction, and your head tilts back to look up at the bright cloudless sky as you pull his wet hair and moan out loud. 

The water buoys you, so Harry is able to hold you with one hand while the other tweaks your nipple, and you wince. “Careful, H. You’ve got four of those I can torture.”

You wish you could take him in your mouth right now, but drowning to give him a blowie doesn’t seem like a good idea. Instead, you release your legs from their death grip so that you can grasp his cock in your hand, stroking it a few times while it grows in your hand. Now it’s Harry’s turn to take in the bright azure sky overhead as he exposes his throat to you, clearly enjoying the feel of your hand on him. The salty water is a terrible lubricant, though, and your hand can’t quite glide over him like you both prefer. Plus every time you get positioned, a wave comes upon you, pushing you in a different direction. You feel like crying with frustration. 

“Harrrrryyyy,” you whine, “I’m so horny, and this water isn’t cooperating.”

Shaking his head as if to clear his thoughts, he focuses on you, “I would agree, my love.” In the manliest way possible, he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, his palm resting on your butt as he exits the ocean. You’ve got quite the nice view of his terribly pale ass, and you can’t resist a little bite right there as you’re being jostled. 

Harry yelps, bypassing your towels and beach bag as he continues towards the cottage. You squeal at this display of masculinity from your guy. Luckily the french doors to the bedroom have been left over to capture the breeze, so Harry easily stalks in and tosses you onto the bed. 

“Fuck, Harry!” you laugh, “The duvet is getting soaked with salt water.”

“For what we’re paying for this place,” Harry easily responds, “They can buy new linens.”

His eyes darken, and you notice that the tip of his cock is leaking with his need. Licking your lips, you turn over on your stomach and stalk towards where he stands. Taking his length in your hand, you lick off the pre-cum before deepthroating him as best you can. With this angle, it’s hard to do, so you compensate by combining hand motions with the suction of your lips as you give him the blowie you’d wanted to give him earlier. It’s not long, though, before he’s thrusting his hips into your mouth, and you know he’s getting close. 

Pulling away from him, you crab walk backwards on the bed, making eye contact with him in the most erotic way possible. Climbing onto the bed behind you, Harry grins, sliding forward with his arms wrapped around your thighs. “Just need one more taste, babe,” he slithers closer to you, and you’re not sure you can stand his tongue again, so you move to close your legs. But Harry is having none of that, using his steel hands to stop you, widening the gap, wrapping one leg around his shoulder as he leans in, blowing on your pussy before his tongue ventures out, lapping at your core. 

You scream, and your hips ride his face, bucking off of the bed. “Harry! I’m going to come. Please come with me! I need you inside me. NOW.”

At your tone, Harry abandons his meal, sliding up your body to kiss your breasts slowly. “So gorgeous, love, and so ready for me.”

He’s taking his time, and you’re torn apart with the edging of the last hour. “Fuck me, Harry. Fuck me now, or you’ll be sleeping on the beach tonight.”

With hooded eyes, Harry gazes at your nipples, whispering to them, “I’ll be back, pretty ones.”

Conquering your mouth with his, he thrusts inside of you without warning, swallowing your cry with his tongue. The sensation of him filling you up when you’ve been so desperate for him is overwhelming, and when he doesn’t move while he fucks your mouth with his tongue, you try to force him by bucking your hips up into him. But it’s no good. He’s stronger than you, and you cannot move. Well, shit. If you can’t force him to move, maybe you can force him deeper inside of you, so you wrap your legs around his waist again, and you feel him slide further into you. 

Wrenching his mouth from yours, Harry pants, “What the fuck? Damn. I’m so…..fuck….”

With that incoherent thought, Harry starts moving inside of you. You’ve captured his eyes with yours. Threading his hands through yours, Harry traps both sets of hands over your head, thrusting steadily as you watch him. The sensation is excruciating as he slides along your walls, fucking you quickly. Suddenly, he stops again, and you move your hips to maintain the rhythm that was bringing you closer to your ultimate release. 

“Harrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyy….” you whine once more. 

But you don’t have time to say more than that as Harry begins slower, more powerful thrusts into you. You need more. Just as this thought enters your brain, you feel the muscles start to bunch and clench. Harry adjusts his angle, turning you both sideways, and you are astounded at how different that simple adjustment feels. Biting your lip, you fight for Harry to release one of your hands; when he does, you use it to stroke his jaw, continuing the eye contact. 

“I fucking love you, Harry Styles, more than there are waves in the ocean. More than there are grains of saaaannnnnnnddddd…” you whisper just as your orgasm overtakes you, and Harry shoots his streams into you, coating your walls as he grunts, “Love you more.” 

Wave after wave of exhilaration swamp you as Harry continues to fuck you through your orgasm, allowing you to ride the crest. 

As you both descend from your high, Harry looks at you, and you know he’s about to drop another really bad pun. Grinning so big that his dimple looks deeper than the ocean you were just swimming in, he laughs, “Water you doing tomorrow at this same time?”

Pausing for dramatic effect, you lean over him as you simultaneously move to straddle him. “You,” you whisper, as your grin disappears and you nibble at his lips. 

“Good answer,” he sighs, capturing your mouth with his, “I’m sure I’ll be feeling nauti.”

[kissingchoso]

being so desperate to the point where you let the school’s resident pervert hump your pussy.

pervert!deku who eagerly seeks your lips again when you pull away from the first kiss. he’s not at all good at it. too much tongue and he lathes is across your glossed lips, as if replacing it with his own saliva. even when you pull away, and forcefully hold his cheeks in place, he’s already trying to lean back in like a disgusting dog. only when you tell him “let me teach you” does he finally stop trying to take control and listen to you.

pervert!deku who shows you his dick proudly. he’s a little too eager to get naked, even though you told him not to before coming here. he doesn’t listen to any complaints, instead crawling between your legs and start humping your sweet cunt like hes fucking you. it feels good but even better when you let him take off your panties. is it wrong to think it feels good? he’s disgusting, but his dick is so nice. it’s a bit bigger than most guys you’re used to seeing and taking. not to say the thick tuft of green hair at the base is making him attractive. fuck, you’re not completely sure when was the last time he’s showered just from the musk emanating from his body.

pervert!deku who thanks you for teasing and bullying him all these years as he promises to worship u n ur cunny. “‘m almost done. fuck you feel so good, pretty girl. i fuckin’ love you and this cunt. thank you, thank you, thank you!”

he lasted for about three minutes.

pervert!deku who smears his cum against your pussy lips and proceeds to lick it all off with no second thought. he wasn’t supposed to go down on you. shouldn’t have his tongue anywhere further past your lips, but there’s no stopping him. even after he’s collected all of his disgusting cum, some clinging onto his cheeks and chin, he still suckles on your overly sensitive clit.

pervert!deku who shoots out a second weak load when you cum on his tongue. he looks up just in time to see and hear you moaning his name. a big smile is adorned on his face.

pervert!deku that actually becomes so soft after you came. kisses all over your pelvic bone and carefully places your hips back down on your bed. he keeps your panties next to his jeans for safekeeping. but you’re too out of it to notice.

pervert!deku who lays with you because you haven’t kicked him out yet. he asks if he can stay for five more minutes and you softly mumble out “whatever” before rolling onto your side and falling asleep just like that.

pervert!deku who grows hard again after about 10 minutes laying there and you’ve fallen into a nap. he can’t help himself but to scoot himself closer to you, slotting one sturdy thigh between your legs and his chest against your back. he freezes when you shift in your sleep, but it’s only to nuzzle closer to his warmth.

pervert!deku who humps your body so carefully just so he wouldn’t wake you up. you look to pretty and tired, he won’t disturb. instead, he’ll slowly rock his hips back and forth against the cleft of your ass, hand on one of your breasts and kneading it like a small baby. he continues his movements over and over and over until he’s cumming again, it landing on your back and his chest.

pervert!deku who refuses to move from his spot, instead cuddling your deadweight body as he falls asleep eventually himself. when you wake up an hour later, you recognize how he’s got you in this position. at first, you don’t pay attention to the drying cum against your back just yet. only curling further into his warmth and going back to sleep.

[ask-icancraft-it]

Handyman

(( Another bit of Hero's Cuties NSFW! Please enjoy! ))

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Felix was a handyman. He took pride and great joy in the work he did with his hands, whether on the clock or in his free time. 

At this particular moment, he’d just gotten home from a long day, his fingers lightly complaining as he took off his gloves. And although they ached, that didn’t prevent his hands from gripping his lady’s hips in a way that told her all she needed to know. 

While his hands had been busy with task after task, she was all he could think about.

Tamora turned with a smile, her fingers interlocking with his as she led him into their bedroom. It was always satisfying to see how perfectly their hands fit together.

Laying onto the mattress beside her, he set to work without hesitation, caressing his gal in the ways she favored most. He showed off a bit, easily unbuttoning her jeans with one hand. That little trick always made her laugh.

Before he could delve deeper, she grasped his fingers, bringing his knuckles to her lips. He hardly expressed it, but Tamora was still well aware of the strain her husband’s hands underwent daily. 

Starting above his wrist and slowly moving to his palm, she massaged those tired muscles. Kneading with her thumbs, she grinned at the obvious pleasure Felix took from her firm touch. 

Letting go of one hand, she gave the same love and attention to the other. When she was done, Tamora brushed her lips gingerly against his fingertips. Stopping at his middle finger, she looked up at him intently as she took the digit into her mouth. Suckling, she removed it with a soft ‘pop,’ inducing a bright red hue to the handyman’s face. 

How she loved catching him off guard like that. 

Emboldened by his lady’s actions, Felix pushed the top of her jeans out of the way, his palm coming to a rest at the crux of her legs. Cupping the curve of her mound over her underwear, he slowly built up the pressure of his broad strokes, delighting in the way Tamora’s lips parted as her arousal grew. 

With a soft smile, he dipped under the sleek black cloth, his fingers gliding over her naturally slickened folds. 

Muscle memory is a large part of his work. Felix has changed out so many locks that he was confident he could do it with his eyes closed. Through repetition came efficacy, and he found that the same was generally true regarding activities in the bedroom. 

When he and Tamora had first started dating, he was just as clumsy as when he’d begun learning his trade. But with time and attentiveness, he’d built up the skills to best please his wife. His hands knew just what to do to give her everything she wanted.

Shifting slightly to insert a finger, Felix gently pushed in and out with shallow strokes. He gazed at Tamora intently, seeing every indication to continue.

Her eyes appeared to darken as he stroked her, and the light flush of her cheeks made her freckles shine. He couldn’t think of a better reward for his efforts than to see how she unraveled from his touch. 

Curling his finger upward, he explored, stirred by the way his lady moaned once he’d found that sweet spot not too far from her entrance. Diligently, he worked that tender nub, knowing the bliss it would eventually bring.

As he pressed onward, Tamora huffed out an expletive. She tapped his wrist and Felix withdrew, giving her the space to sit up and peel off her underwear and jeans in one go. Lying back down beside him, she spread her legs; a not-so-subtle way of telling the handyman to get a move on. 

He chuckled, moistening his fingers over her slick heat once more. Felix found her impatience adorable but didn’t dare to make her wait. Shifting, he indulged in the sweet taste of her lips as he pressed two digits into her opening. Tamora moaned against his mouth in response, giving him all the assurance needed to drive things home. 

Keeping his fingers curled up towards her belly, he picked up the pace of his short thrusts. And as he moved his hand back and forth, the pad of his thumb rubbed against her clit so perfectly that Tamora could hardly fathom that it was on purpose. All she knew was he’d better not stop.

Her pleasure climbing at a rapid pace, she clapped an arm to her husband’s back, nails digging into the soft fabric of his uniform as she lost control. Felix reveled in the soft sting of her clawing, completely satisfied by the way she came undone soon after. 

Tamora’s legs closed tightly as she squirmed against the sheets, grinding every last ounce of pleasure she could. The handyman gradually slowed his movement, smiling as his gal came down from her high. Retracting his fingers, he marveled at his handiwork, feeling the moisture seeping from her entrance. 

Reopening her eyes, Tamora bit her lip with a grin, reeling her husband in for a heated kiss. Safe to say, she was happy with his service. And as they embraced, the blonde nimbly reversed their positions on the mattress.

Felix wasn’t the only handy person in their household.