#based on that one “draw your babygirl like this" prompt

[sillyrabbit81]

Fuse

Prompt: Sleepy & Lazy, Daddy Kink from @myaimlessuniverse (x) Thank you so much for sending the prompt in. Sorry its taken so long.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: Approx. 600

Warnings: Smut, daddy kink, praise kink, probably some dd/lg vibes (I don't know! maybe!), p in v sex, Sy POV

Authors Note: Hi... Been a while... Probably not what you expected, but I swear I'm working on the Brotherhood, but I also have quite a few of these left so I thought I'd knock one out as a warm up for the smut I'm trying to write in the Brotherhood (the Brotherhood won't have daddy kink in it fyi) I'm not feeling Daddy kink like I used to and so I tried to write this a little different from what I had done before. Fingers crossed! As always I need to thank my amazing mate and reader @nashibirne , your thoughtful and honest comments are always appreciated. I also need to thank @augustsprincess for her reading and suggestions.

It was edited by me, on the fly, there will be errors

Dividers by me.

Masterlist

Celebration Masterlist

Sy tightens his jaw and he breathes out a ragged curse through his teeth as he slips past your slick, velvet folds and into your silken heat. He watches, enthralled by the utterly carnal vision of himself disappearing inside your impossibly tight core.

“Stop,” you gasp and he peers up at you perched precariously above him. 

Your thighs tremble beneath his hands and it takes everything he has to stop himself from grabbing your hips and sliding your blossoming core all the way down his cock.

“You’re doing so well, babygirl,” he says, dropping his gaze back to the explicit view between your legs. 

You’ve only taken the tip of him inside yourself and already he feels that tingle brewing in the base of his spine. He’s waited so long for you, longer than he ever thought he’d wait for anyone and he could barely stand it.

“Just a little more, I know you can do it.”

“Daddy,” you whimper. “You’re too big.”

He groans as sweat breaks out over his forehead. “Fuck, baby. You’re killin’ me here.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you say, in a voice that quivers as much as your pouty bottom lip.

Sy’s heart breaks and he sits up drawing you to his chest. “Hush. You did so good for me baby. Daddy’s proud of you for tryin’.” 

With the tip of his cock still trapped within your snug pussy, he rocks you slowly, murmuring his sweet praise in your ear as he strokes your hair. His thumb caresses your cheek and he smiles when he feels your soft lips against his pad. His cock pulses inside of you as your plush tongue curls around him and you begin to suck. It doesn’t take long for him to feel your quivering body relax against him. He closes his eyes, content as he feels you hum happily within his arms.

He doesn’t really notice at first, he thinks the soft warmth enveloping his cock must be his imagination. Then he hears you moan.

“Babygirl?” he murmurs, softly.

“Hmm?”

He looks at your pretty head resting on his shoulder. You look almost asleep, your eyes seem to have trouble focussing and you’re still sucking hard on his thumb. But then you sigh and nuzzle into his neck while you roll your hips and there’s no doubt about it, you’re slowly sinking lower onto his cock.

“That’s my girl,” he growls into your ear. “That my good fuckin’ girl.”

Sy clenches his jaw to keep himself in check, each moment you rock your hips and take more of him into you is the most exquisite torture he’s ever had. 

“Am I doing good, Daddy?” you ask, hesitantly, dropping his thumb from your mouth.

He’s trembling as much as you were earlier. He has no idea how you can’t see how much you’re affecting him, that you can’t see that in this moment he’d give you everything, anything, just for a little bit more of your sweet pussy.

“So good baby,” he groans. “But don’t stop, Daddy needs more.”

He has to lay down, he has to see his thickness stretch you open. He holds your hips firmly, keeping you in place as he falls back to the bed. His mouth falls open as he watches the last of his cock vanish and your bodies completely fuse. 

He can’t hold it back, that orgasm that threatened from the start tore through his spine and his hips bucked up from the mattress. His eyes force themselves shut as hot pulses surge through him and even though he can’t see anymore, the image of your bodies finally together is burned into his psyche.

[stuckyfingers]

one man's trash party...

based on the draw your babygirl like this prompt:

[switch4cb97]

Puttin’ on a show (Chan x reader)

Requested by @gazelover666

Pairing: Dom!Bang Chan x Sub!Reader

Word Count: 2,637 words

Thank you so much for being the first ever person to request a fic from me. I hope you like what I’ve written! Much love, Sahriel 🐺

Prompt: “Could I please request a little smut hehe based on chan being stressed in his office so you give him a slow sensual massage and strip tease to red light until he's pretty much asking you to ride him on his chair?”

Warnings: Afab reader, thigh riding, clothed orgasm (?), daddy and babygirl kink, degradation kink, prolonged striptease, nipple play, unprotected penetration (stay safe, kids the reader here is on birth control), cockwarming, rough!chan, bold!reader, it’s a whole mess (no literally!)

Note: this isn’t beta-read so please excuse any mistakes or grammatical errors. Also, I’m using the Tumblr mobile app so my apologies for the weird formatting of text in this post!

You looked at the time in your phone: it’s almost 5 am. You’d fallen asleep on the couch behind Chan as he worked on one of his ongoing projects and woken up to find him still there, intently listening and tweaking the sound through his headphones. You sighed.

Typical Channie. Overworking himself.

You opened your eyes and stretched a bit, drawing no attention from your boyfriend whatsoever. He’s always so focused that he sees nothing else around him.

You smiled to yourself and put your feet down. From behind him, Chan’s tense shoulders and craned neck were taut and evident to you. You needed to help him relax.

But another not-so-innocent idea started to form in your head. What if you resorted to more fun ways of relaxing him? Ones that involved directing his full attention towards you, his whole body taking a break from the stress he’s under.

You smirked and moved forward. Gently, you placed your arms on his broad shoulders which seemed to startle him a little. He turned his head around and smiled, his dimple melting your heart completely. Aaaah you’re so whipped.

“I’m almost done, babe, just give me 5 more minutes” he squeezed your hand gently and turned back to his work.

You started kneading his shoulders slowly, making the most effort to cover all areas that seemed too strained and he instantly relaxed into your touch.

You smiled. It’s working.

As you applied more pressure on the junction of his neck and shoulders, he let out a loud and relieved moan that made the hair on your own neck stand up in anticipation. He’s loving it… good.

You kept working your magic on his arms along with his shoulders and neck, to which he only relaxed and leaned into you more and more gradually.

“Oh fuck babygirl, you’re so good with your fingers. Aaah right there, yes… so so good for me”

Him practically moaning those words to you was more than enough to get your heartbeat rising and for a sticky wetness to start pooling in your core.

His husky and relieved voice was turning you on more than you could describe, but you still had to execute another part of your original plan. You chuckled, bending down forward and pecking him on the lips (which he chastely returned) and moved away as if you were done with the massage.

Moving to a part of the room where you were clearly in Chris’ line of sight, you plopped down on a couch and pulled your phone out. Getting into the music app, you selected your favourite playlist, one with the evil smiling devil emoji as its name.

Time to get nasty.

Song 1: Dive In by Trey Songz.

Perfect, you think to yourself.

You press Play and don’t even bother to connect earphones. As the vocals begin, you let your eyes and your body groove to the feel of the sensual song you had playing. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Chan glance at you, but he doesn’t say anything or show that he’s seen you.

Well, you gotta amp it up, huh? Okay. Challenge accepted, Chris.

You start slowly, taking your socks off and while keeping eye contact with Chan, you emphatically drop them to the floor. He definitely saw that. You made sure of it.

He gulped, but it wasn’t really visible unless one knew him as well as you did. You were just getting started and he already seemed distracted from his laptop. His headphones were still on but you were sure that there wasn’t anything playing in them ‘cause he could hear the song your phone was blasting at full volume.

The song shifts to another jazzy sexy song that you really loved and you start to feel yourself get more and more in the mood for some pleasure.

Song 2: Beautiful Liar by Beyoncé and Shakira

Chan’s eyes widened as you slowly removed your jacket. He’s definitely caught on now. His mouth is slightly open as you don’t break eye contact with him the entire time, a look of intense longing on your face.

Chan looks visibly flustered as he shoots up from his chair and walks over to you in a rush, now towering over you, his face mere centimetres from your own.

“Is my little slut trying to get my attention? Are you that desperate for Daddy’s cock that you can’t wait until he’s done with his work?” He cooed, and you could tell he was resisting the urge to grab your hair as he talked down to you.

You were unbelievably turned on but you didn’t show it. Instead, you just shrugged and stated matter-of-factly “I’m just enjoying some music while I wait for you to be done with your work, Chan. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Chan’s face contorted into something indecipherable but he seemed to give up whatever he wanted to say next. Instead, he just nodded curtly, his eyes narrowed at your feigned innocence, and walked back to his seat.

As soon as his focus was completely on his work again, you decided it was finally time for you to play your best card.

Song 3: Red Lights by Bang Chan & Hyunjin

You press play and make direct eye-contact with the man whose breaths echoed from the speaker, something you knew and loved all too well.

His head shoots up quickly and he is smirking, although his eyes are both shocked and expectant.

You walk over towards him but put some space between the two of you as you slowly undo the buttons of your shirt to the beat of the song all the while, still looking at Chan and licking your lips.

You know I can’t leave you alone.

Your shirt is now off and gracefully dropped on the floor, revealing you in your lingerie. Chan is now intently watching you, his whole body on high alert as he tries to hold himself on the table by his elbow. He’s staring at you like you’re the only thing worth paying attention to.

As verse two starts, you bend down slowly, giving him a view of your breasts, and he shifts in his seat, his eyes now dark & hungry. With a single, well-executed stroke, the zipper on your jeans is undone and you pull it down from your waist, emphatically choreographing every move.

Make you feel my love, oh

You’re now in your undergarments, while Chan is fully clothed shifting around restlessly on his chair. Great.

The last few lines of the song are now playing and you’re running your hands all around your body, making the most orgasmic faces that you possibly can, humming along to Red Lights and closing your eyes to get lost in the moment.

Chan can’t take it any longer. Within a fraction of a second, he’s bolted out of his chair and has pulled your half-naked blissful body into his own, his grip on your waist the most rough and desperate.

You smiled to yourself. It worked.

“You’re such a naughty little slut, Y/N. You act all innocent when really, you’re putting on a dirty little show for Daddy, just so he can forget all about his work and focus on you instead, huh?” He growled into your ear, his breath and the want in his voice making goosebumps rise on your neck.

He started kissing your collarbone harshly, but that’s just how you liked it. Throwing your head back, you grab onto his hair tightly. This causes him to scoff into your neck.

“Look at you, a needy mess for just my kisses. So fuckin pathetic, my pretty whore. So so fuckin hungry for me, aren’t you?” You nodded, already pretty fucked out from the pleasure you’re receiving.

“You need to be taught a lesson, babygirl. Bad girls always get their punishments, don’t they?” He growled at you, now kissing every part of your face and neck that he can. You held onto him for dear life as whimpers escaped your lips and you nodded weakly in response.

“Words, babygirl, words.”

“Yes, daddy. Mhmm-mm”

He licks your neck. “Well, here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna stop whatever you were doing and grind that pretty pussy of yours on my thigh. And you’re gonna make yourself cum, with your fuckin panties on, just with my thigh.”

Your arousal was now very evident as a stain started to develop on your panties but you didn’t care. You needed release, in some form or the other.

So you let Chan pull you and place you on his thigh after he sat down on his chair again. “What are you waiting for, slut? Go on, ride my thigh like the dirty bitch you are. Get yourself off on Daddy’s body”

You started rocking your hips back and forth, desperately looking for the rhythm and friction you needed. Chan just sat back and watched you, didn’t touch you in any way, because he was punishing you. He wasn’t going to help more than this.

You held onto his shoulder though and kept letting out the most animalistic and lewd sounds as you chased the stimulation at the right place. He licked his lips and watched intently, all thoughts of work now forgotten and his dick getting harder and harder every second, with the sight of you hungrily grinding against him.

“Look at you, so fuckin pathetic. You can’t even cum on your own, huh, bunny? You need Daddy to touch you, to run his mouth all over your sexy body to get yourself off huh? Babygirl thinks she can get away with distracting Daddy… hmm?”

Every syllable was laced with lust and anger, which only increased your pleasure a hundred fold. Your body loved it when you heard filthy words from your boyfriend, although usually he’s the sweetest person ever and you both had a pretty loving & fluffy dynamic.

But not now. In bed, in times like these, you craved to be told how useless you were, just so you could get off.

“Even all this trash talk is helping you get there, isn’t it, little whore? So Daddy is still helping you cum all over his pants today.”

“Fuck yes, Chri- Daddy, don’t stop. Keep telling me how pathetic I am” you said between breaths as your orgasm came closer and closer with every second.

The pain was so delicious that you could’ve relished it if it wasn’t for the building knot in your lower abdomen. It was the most stimulation you had gotten in a while, what with Chan being busy and you barely getting to meet him.

“Come on baby, keep going. Rub that pretty little cunt all over my thigh, come on, I wanna see you cum in your panties like the kinky bitch you are!”

That was it. Your eyes closed and head fell back slightly as you reached your high and you could feel your underwear get heavy with your sticky release.

“Good girl… look at my pretty baby, you did so well for me. You made yourself cum on Daddy’s thigh without Daddy touching you or helping much. Fuck yes baby”

He captured your lips in a rough kiss and you returned it, surprised you still had it in you to even think properly. It soon turned into a heavy makeout, a dance of dominance between tongues and he won, as always. You tasted him and couldn’t stop yourself from asking for more by pushing your body impossibly close to his.

He pulled back, breathless from all the kissing, and held your face in his hands. “Now, because you’ve behaved so obediently, you’re gonna ride Daddy’s dick, okay? Does my little slut want that? My cock filling up and stretching your pretty pussy out?”

“Fuck yes, oh my gosh, of fucking course, sir. Need. Need your cock inside me so bad right now… FILL ME UP PLEASE!” You half-yelled as the first orgasm’s effects were coming down and you needed another immediately.

“Thought so.” He smirked and pulled you by the pelvis harshly, quickly removing his T-shirt and your bra, your cleavage now completely exposed for him to attack.

He placed you on the chair, quickly got up and pulled his pants down to reveal his strained boxers that were wet from anticipation.

He sat back down and pulled both your underwear down to the thighs and licked his lips, letting out a long moan at how wet and glistening your pussy looked to him.

“Oh my gosh babygirl, look at the mess you’ve made. All because of me, huh? Fucking cumslut!” He slapped your ass tightly and you let out a yelp in surprise, enjoying every bit of the degradation.

His mouth roamed all over your neck, shoulders, collarbone and finally started to suck on the skin of each breast separately. Your breath hitched and you guided his head by tugging harshly at his hair which only seemed to turn him on more. He licked, bit and sucked your nipples and fondled your breasts with his hands as well.

Then, holding onto your hips like they would disappear if he wasn’t too careful, he guided your folds to brush the top of his erection. You both let out groans and hissed at the sudden surge of pleasure.

“Take me, babygirl. Take all of me in, like you always do. Let me stretch you out so you can ride Daddy’s cock like you rode his thigh. Go on” he slowly thrust himself into you and you whimpered at the sudden tightness and fullness in your core.

You started to move your hips, slowly at first but then picked up the pace as you rode him like there was no tomorrow. His grunts and huffy breaths, paired with your own sounds of effort and pleasure, filled the room which made you blush.

All thoughts were forgotten by Chan too as he rutted his hips up and into you, hungrily chasing the right amount of pressure.

You kept going, matching your pace and thrust-rhythm with his and soon enough, you felt the familiar release approaching you. “I’m so close, baby…FUCK. So fuckin close. Aaah ah yes just like that. Sooo good. Fuck yes, Daddy.” You couldn’t even make coherent sentences.

“Me too, babygirl… ohhh love, yes yes yes, keep going baby, you’re doing so fuckin well for Daddy. Yes yes fuck aaaah yess, oh oh oh yes… fuuck”

He came, filling you up with his warm seed and this was what you needed to cum as the knot untied and you felt all your veins pulsing with pure bliss. You had made a mess, again. But it was worth it.

“Daddy, if you don’t mind, can we stay like this for some time? I don’t want the comfort of you filling me up to go away so soon. Please?” You made the best attempt at puppy eyes and Chan melted, his head still dazed and eyes hazy from the orgasm.

“I would love that too, baby. Just hug me and we can stay like this for as long as you like.” You smiled, completely buzzed out and he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“You know, Y/N, I knew you were planning something the moment you moved away from me after the massage. I just know you so well I gue-“

You had somehow fallen asleep, your head on his shoulder, your arms tightly wrapped around his naked torso and with your mouth slightly open.

He chuckled to himself and moved his chair forward, as he resumed work on the track that he had left unfinished before.

The entire time, he was smiling and felt light-headed from both the orgasm and the sight of you sleeping in his arms, the two of your bodies connected at the most primal level. He felt relaxed after ages.

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This is my first ever smut fic so please don’t hesitate to give me honest feedback about it. Whoever’s reading this, I hope you have the best day/night ever. Take Care and Stay Nasty, my sexy babies <3

[gallickingun]

can i get a 31 with baku? nsfw or sfw if possible? if not that’s okay, i just love how you write him!

a/n: we can get a lil spicy, darlin, i don’t mind! i hope you enjoy this one!! super spicy from the get go so, under the cut! 

ps, couldn’t decide between spicy stuff or edible stuff as the “something”, so i went a total curveball and chose blood! it’s not a lot, but just in case anyone is uncomfortable, i wanted to put the warning! also, there is a gratuitous use of the word bitch by katsu himself. just in case you don’t like that sort of thing. 

pps, oh god. we’re kinda doing a little breeding thing here. nothing crazy, lol, but some subtle stuff towards the end!! 

Prompt #31: “You’ve got something on your lip. Here, let me.”

Katsuki keeps you under his thumb for hours, it feels like. 

You’re sure at some point you stopped breathing or your eyes rolled back too far and they’re stuck. However, he does not let up long enough for you to care. Bakugou is heavy as he loiters over the top of you, knees on either side of you as he lays you out, bare as a baby.

“Kacchan,” you whimper, your head thrown back as his fingers probe at you again, teasing your nipples under his harsh touch. Bakugou chuckles, leaning back on his thick thighs to glower down at you, “Yeah, baby?”

You whine at the sound of his voice, your eyes screwed shut and your hands reaching out for something to touch. Your lips part for you to ask him something, but you choke when his hand encompasses the lower half of your face, palm covering your mouth as his fingers dig into your cheeks. Your head is thrust into the pillow, the heel of his palm near your ear so he can hold you down. His voice rings out in the room but you can’t see him, not with the way he has you pinned down.

“Hush, little one,” his tone is chilling, but it does the job. Your hips roll forward, thighs spread evenly for him to peer between, “I’ll tell you when we’re done, yeah? No complaining, baby girl, you wanna be good for me, don’t you?”

You’re nodding as enthusiastically as you can, hardly able to move from under his grip but trying nonetheless. You curl your hands around the sheets beside your hips, a whine dying out in your throat as tears gather in the corners of your eyes from sensory overload. He leans forward, just enough that his hard cock brushes your overstimulated clit, the jolt to the puffy nub making you cry out against his open palm.

“You think you’ll make it?” he teases you, starting to nudge his nose over your jugular. He whispers next, tongue finding your earlobe, “I love fuckin’ your pretty little pussy. You think you can turn it out for me one more time?”

You’re honestly not sure what number orgasm this is, your body stopped caring after the first few. He’s had you coming around his knuckles and his mouth, but not his cock, not yet. Bakugou runs his thumb over your jawline, mouth preoccupied with lavishing your chest. He hovers over your pert nipple, hot breath forcing goosebumps to the surface of your skin.

So, when he repeats himself, you whimper into his hand and nod, tears running down your temples into your hair. He tilts his head, smirking down at you, “Good girl. Now spread your legs.”

You listen, irises blown wide as your knees knock against the mattress, pussy butterflied open so he can brush his knuckle into your slick with no issues. Your lips part and you lick over the seams of his palm, a cry muffled by his skin. His thumb touches your temple, wiping at the wetness caused by your tears. 

“What do you want?” he coos, mouth searching your throat for the perfect spot to bloom a bruise. “C’mon, baby girl, tell me what you want.”

His hand is still over your face, restricting your movements. He doesn’t move away to let you speak, so you start to babble into his hand, whining despite the inability to hear your words so they sound like nothing more than syllables strung together carelessly.

Bakugou nips at your jaw, forcing another whimper from your lips. Just as your mouth parts for the sound, he dips his middle finger directly into your heat, the squelching sound of your slick and his finger echoing against the walls. Your hips buck up into his hand, fists close to tearing holes in your sheets. He laughs at your movements, brow tugged as he watches you come undone.

Finally, his fingertips drag down your face, thumb pausing on your lower lip as you continue to beg for him, drool seeping out of either side of your mouth. His thumb brushes your swollen clit and you whine, clenching your thighs around his forearm to try and slow his motions so you can give your body a break.

“Let go,” his voice is curt, fingers stilling. When your thighs don’t immediately release him, a quirked-laced slap stings the curve of your thigh just below your ass. He’s glaring down at you when you finally manage to open your eyes, glassy orbs trying to take him in.

“P-Please, Katsu-I,” your words are cut by the feel of his palm slapping your thigh in the same spot. Your vision goes white, body arching away from him but knees releasing his elbow nonetheless.

“Did you think I was fuckin’ playin’?” Bakugou curls his finger into you, pulling out slowly so he can collect all of your slick, using it on himself while he yanks you forward by your hair. You squeak, pupils blown as you look him in the eye, the tip of his hardened cock brushing over your enflamed outer folds.

He smirks, tilting his head forward to capture your mouth in his, still playing with your entrance with the head of his dick. You’re unable to focus, all of the stimulus making your nerves stand on end, your mind hazy with a mixture of pleasure and fatigue.

“C’mon,” he whines sarcastically, imitating you when you’re at your most needy, “make out with me, babygirl, c’mon. Kiss me.”

“Suki, please.” 

He echoes your words back to you, holding you by the jaw with one hand while the other is still in your hair, “Suki please, Katsuki please, Kacchan please,” he laughs, the patronizing tone ringing like a taunt in your ears. “Please what, huh? What do you want, you pathetic little bitch?”

You’re trying desperately to touch him, kiss him, grab at him, whatever you can do. Your body is wanton for him, begging you to become one. You pout, looking up at him with watery eyes, “Please, wanna touch you?”

Bakugou hums as if considering you, eyes wandering all over your face to map out your features so he can remember this expression later. He nips at your lower lip, sucking on the flesh and rolling it between his teeth. You want to jerk your body but you’re afraid if you move too suddenly, he might break skin. 

However, any inhibition you have of sitting still is gone when he rams his cock cervix-deep into you, bottoming out on the first stroke. You cry out, your head pulling away from him just enough for his canine teeth to draw blood.

Your head is rested against the pillow, hands still shaking with the desire to paw at him like an animal. Your eyes water from the pain on instinct alone, but all you can focus on is the rhythm of his hips, the way he snaps up into you like you’re nothing but a little plaything, your body weightless in his grasp. Your lower lip hangs open, his hand in your hair the only thing keeping you upright. You keen, whining into the air loud enough that you’re sure the other side of the city can hear.

“Shit,” Katsuki’s hips stutter as his eyes make contact with the small cut on your mouth leaking blood. He tilts his head, trying to keep his rhythm as he builds the both of you to the crest of a wave. “You’ve got something on your lip.”

Before your tongue can dart out to take care of it, he stops you with a particularly violent thrust. Your eyes roll around in your head and your tongue lolls to the back of your throat as you begin to lose your peripheral vision, the overstimulation sending you closer to the cliff.

“Let me,” he grunts, kissing you square on the lips before dragging his tongue over the small crimson stream on the corner of your mouth. When he grazes the cut itself, it stings and you feel another round of tears settle in your lids. Bakugou kisses the spot where your lip is split, his irises softening when he glances at the cut.

His hips roll slower, as if seeing you injured, even in the slightest, makes him gentle. Bakugou brushes his thumb under your lower lip, “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

You clench around him, feeling the way his cock spasms as you tighten your walls, a little bit of your combined slick coating your thighs. Your throat bobs as you thrash underneath him, desperate for friction on every part of your body.

“Can you touch me?” Bakugou kisses a line down your jaw, breath heaving over your flushed skin, sending a shiver down your spine. He sounds borderline whiney, “Wanna feel your hands on me, c’mon. Touch me.”

Doing as told, your hands are released from the wrinkled sheets, immediately finding his shoulders. You dig your hands into his muscled back, holding onto him so you can jut your hips forward to meet the base of his cock. His name is tumbling out of your lips again, the swell of your injury making your mouth heavier. 

“K-Katsu, I-I’m gonna-ah.” You dig your fingernails into his shoulders, knowing how he loves to brag to his teammates when you leave scratches and half-moon imprints all over his back.

Bakugou trails his hands down your thighs until he’s cupping your ass, yanking you harshly so he can hold you while he mercilessly drives into you. You swear he’s bruising your cervix, eyes crossed and body on hyperdrive as he forces you closer towards the crest of the wave of pleasure you’re both begging to ride. 

You’re squeezing his cock between the walls of your pussy when he feels himself hit the edge, barely able to hold himself off as he grunts out his next words, “C’mon, baby, beg for it.”

“Suki, please! Please come in me!” You’re scraping your nails down his back to try and keep him attached to you at the waist, your eyes bulging within their sockets. He tilts his head, considering you, “Yeah, what do you want?” 

“Fuck, ‘Su,” you whine at the feel of his bulging cock, ready to spill into you but he’s holding back, “p-please, wan’ you to fill me up with your come, wanna have your baby, Kacchan! C’mon, please, please! Please come in me, come in me now, please...” 

Bakugou curses, unable to contain himself anymore when he hears your sweet tone screaming out for him, begging for a part of him that he only wants to give to you. His cock twitches one last time before he’s filling you up, brushing his thumb over your clit to try and push you into another orgasm as well.

“N-No,” you’re shaking your head, one hand, the left one where your sparkling diamond ring catches the moonlight filtering in through the blinds, touching his wrist gingerly, “I-I’m okay, i-it hurts.”

Immediately he retracts from you, his protective instincts kicking in, “Shit, babe, fuck, I’m sorry.”

You swallow, the bruising cut on your lower lip more obvious now that he’s starting to come out of his haze. His thumb finds your wound, “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah, ‘Suki, I’m okay,” you swallow the saliva building in your throat, “d-don’t leave me, not yet.”

He keeps his hips snapped into you, plugging you up and making you wince. He has one hand on your face, the other running his fingertips up and down your thigh in a soothing motion. After planting a kiss to your knee, he leans forward to kiss up your sternum to your lips, “Such a good girl, yeah? You did so good.”

“Hmm, thank you,” you manage, tired eyes threatening to close. “Always wanna be good for you.”

“I know.” Bakugou wraps an arm around your waist, “Gonna pull outta you now, alright?”

You brace yourself, but it still burns a little, your overstimulated organs begging for relief. You whine, turning your head so your face is cupped in his hand, eyes hidden behind his knuckles. Bakugou’s mouth is instantly on your face, soothing you as best he can. His thumb brushes over your cheekbone and over your nose, hoping he can distract you from the busted lip and stinging between your thighs. The coolness of his matching golden ring on his left hand keeps you awake, keeps you on this plane with him instead of succumbing to sleep.

“Fuck, you’re so good for me,” his voice is in your ear, nose trailing down the column of your throat before tilting back so he can kiss your earlobe. “So fuckin’ good, baby.”

“Love you, Katsu’.” You lace one of your hands in his hair, the other anchored to his shoulder as you hold him close. His free palm ghosts over your stomach, his thumb brushing just under your navel. He’d never tell you, but it’s almost a ritual for him to touch you there after you’re finished for the night, as if he were willing an heir to his name into your belly.

Bakugou kisses between your brows, a smile on his face, “I love you too, now it’s time for bed.”

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GAH. IDK WHAT THE HECK THAT WAS. I’M SORRY IF YOU HATED IT. I MIGHT HAVE HATED IT. WE’LL SEE IF I LEAVE IT UP. 

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[ficsnroses]

Movie Theatre Sex - John Wick x Reader

Prompt : “Really, you wanna have sex...here...now?”  requested by anon! 

Summary : You drag John to a midnight screening of a film at your local theatre, however, get slightly distracted half way through.

Warnings : smut. fluff. public sex. x f! reader.

Word Count : 1.7K. 

On a rather boring evening home, John and you had opted to go to the movie theatre for the late night show. Midnight certain, the empty corridors of the theatre hall stood dark, silent; a thick kind of silence that chilled to the bone. Vast and dim, you clutch John’s hand tighter, fingers threading with his in a tight hold with his spare arm juggling a bag of popcorn and sweets.

“There’s no one else here,” You beam, tugging his brown leather jacket firmer than intended, his tall dark frame trailing behind with his voice low, imperative. “Normal people are in bed on a Wednesday night at 12:00AM.” He reasons, matter of fact tone dense through his soft, yet surely apparent smile.

Dragging him to a late night movie or not, John could never reject you. Hence, his dreary yawns and indefinite shakes of head proved insignificant to your glowing eyes when you’d asked. He’d been working on some books all day, found himself fatigued when the sun shadowed down, bidding goodnight to the city planes.

John loves spending time with you; despite his sarcastic remarks and tender eye rolls, he finds himself grateful to be able to enjoy an evening with his favourite person, nonetheless. With his hand squeezing yours a little tighter as you both walk side by side, John quietly smiles to himself.

So appreciative that he has someone who cares, loves him enough to drag him out to a midnight showing of a less than fascinating film, solely to spend time with him.

Sitting down in the far back recliners, your arms immediately find John’s bulky bicep, a subtle kiss placed to the toned outline of his arm when he turns your way, allowing your smaller figure to nestle into him. “It’ll be fun, baby. This film is supposed to be good.” You assure, catching a gleam in his gentle russet orbs, as the previews begin to stream.

You hadn’t planned on being so turned on by the sex scene.

The way his mouth grazed over her skin…

The way their bodies jolted together with plea, spellbound in a frenzy of hunger…

Rest assured, you hadn’t planned on palming John’s clothed member, lips peppering elusive kisses and love bites into his neck, slowly trailing up as you rub his bulge shamelessly. “What are you doing, babe?” John fathoms, whispered voice gruff and smoky to the way your teeth graze his earlobe, gently nipping. Your breath lingers hot on his skin; the feel appallingly sending a wave of rushing blood to John’s mounting erection.  

You had that effect on him. Always.

“Babe,” His hands plant to your shoulders, flustered voice greatly attempting to establish authority. “You gotta stop.” Breath stunned, he eyes the tent in his pants, and you smirk in return to the way his cheeks have grown visibly blushy, dews of colour prominent each time the screen lights shine bright. “If it gets any bigger, it’ll hurt.” He timidly explains, taking hold of your hands, placing them back into your lap, away from his throbbing cock.

You perceive butterflies in your stomach, arousal only growing at the way he’s so hopelessly turned on by your touch, barely able to contain his ruffled voice. “So…” You simper, fingers trailing back and dipping to the zipper of his jeans. “Let me help…”

Staggered, John peers your way, brows furrowed in the dim surround lights. “We’re in public, Y/N.”

“Barely.” You return, undoing his belt buckle, with his zipper fumbling in your fingers, attempts to shield his cock out leaving drunk anticipation throbbing to your center. “There’s no one else here and I want you…” With your mouth tumbling to his girthy cock, barely pulled out his jeans before your mouth engulfs the tip whole, you smirk into the warm skin of his member, massaging delicately to his balls while you jerk his base length. With a pop as you let his heavy girth fall out your full mouth, you smirk. “Feel good, baby?” Hallowed cheeks in fledge, you take him deeper, and deeper, knowing well how much he loves when you deep him.

Rich and honey smooth, John’s lips let out soft moan, hand unwillingly tangling to the locks of your hair as he guides you up and down on his cock, eyes practically rolled to the back of his head in pleasure. “Fuck, babygirl…” He groans, the feel of your warm, wet mouth immorally sloppy on his dick as you pump him, the sounds of your slickness bobbing his cock so sinful as he enters your throat.

To an abrupt pop, you remove your lips from his member, fingers still fondling his full, thick balls. “I want you to fuck me, now.” You assert, voice ridden with confidence when your eyes lock in the faint lights.

“You want to have sex…here…now?” John muses, a slight huff of wit to his tone, before he distinguishes your eyes never faltering; expression stone thick. “Y/N, we’ll get caught and banned.” He reasons, taking hold of your hand. “When we get home, I promise, I’ll treat you real good baby, don’t you worry.” A chaste kiss dotted to your lips.

“No.” You daunt. “You’re going to bend me over these chairs right now and fuck me.” And with your fingers already undoing the button of your jeans, you watch John gaze in shock, surprised to the sudden assertion of tone you’ve conjured up.

“You can’t be serious.” He reasons. “I didn’t bring a condom.” He argues, in attempts to ease your sudden need for action.

Huffing, your eyes roll to his confuting argument. “Since when do we use condoms? You know, for someone in such a confidence certain field of work, you’re being a wuss.” You move in front on him, bending over the chairs on the row before you to allow your peachy ass, striking delectable to his face; so alluring for the taking. “No one’s here, no ones coming. Come on, put it in.” You giggle to the way you’re being so upfront, yet feel a wave of security knowing you can be this way with John.

With John, even your most sinful sides can come out, and you’re okay with that.

His mouth waters, and his cock rises higher, throbbing further to the way you’re sprawled for him. No matter how many times John had had you, he falls awestruck; completely at your mercy each time you fuck.

John draws his eyes around the empty room, cautious with his hand unknowingly stroking his rock hard cock. Finally, defeated, intoxicated to the sight of your tight pussy on display bent over in front on him, he shifts, moving up to line his length with your entrance from behind, palms firmly planted to your hips. In a swift, full and hard thrust, John slips in, hitting your end as the delicious burn starts, both your breaths sighing in relief when his hips begin to move.

Within seconds, John’s arousal is pounding into you from behind, wistful groans and shuddering breaths whimpered into the air as he moves, his cock grinding against your slick walls profusely. Each time, his balls smack into your ass, the sounds so sinfully enticing as he works you, thrusts never faltering.

“Fuck, baby,” He shivers, groaning at the way you clench around him, looking so corrupt, the way you’re bent over for him as plows you raw. With throaty growls, John’s hips buck into you, gritted teeth relishing in the feel of your tight and warm cunt, fitting like a glove around his cock. His hands move to roam your clothed breasts, kneading harshly as he slams into you repeatedly, sinking in and out the beautiful sounds of your whiny moans. He feels your pussy tender, pulsating for him, and the danger of being caught only increases his pleasure tenfold.

You gasp when his cock rolls into you harder and harder, pace fastening greatly as he’s quite literally fucking you senseless, movements erratic and imperative, twitching on the brink of release inside your cunt that grows sorer and sorer by the second to his demanding pace. Yelping, you hear him shudder as the familiar boil bubbles in your mid, your orgasm brought onto you so quick to his matchless talent.

Thrusts so forceful, you feel your body jerk to each pump inside, you feel him shudder within you, twitching and groaning when his hasty hips roll. “You gonna cum for me, John?” You encourage alluringly, becoming sensitive from the overstimulation, yet still so full of John’s heavy member.

So deliciously, heavenly full as he sinks in and out, the feel of him inside incomparable to any other.

“I’m…I’m,” And with his own, piercing moan, stifled to contain, John bursts inside you, hot spurts of his creamy cum coating your walls deep, deep inside. His moans fill your ears, jumbled praises for your cunt punctuated by heaving exhales; the baritone sound of his voice a melody you’d relish in each time he’d unravel this way.

John fucked you so well, so quick; you’re left a sore, empty mess when his thickness leaves your body. You knew; you knew well. You’d feel this one, him, for days.

Collecting yourselves, John falls out of you, hastily tucking himself back into his jeans after he pulls up your bottoms to cover your modesty. Disorderly and satisfied, a baffled John falls back to his chair, stunned at what just happen. Perplexed, astonished, his gaze stipples to the screen, mind completely blown to what you’d just done. You bring out the best, wildest of him he’d never think to channel; it’s why he’d fallen so deeply in love with you. As you fall beside him in your chair, your arms move to wrap around his bicep, drawing in closer to place a gentle, sneering kiss to his bearded cheek.

“Wanna go home, big guy?” You giggle, fingers lacing with his again when you cuddle close, secure to his bicep; and he nods stunned,

moving pictures and mindless images on the theatre screen,

          long forgotten to bid attention to.

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My taglists will be posted in reblogs from now on. Let me know if you want to be added or removed from either this series, or the permanent!

[solarisswrites]

Hiiii!! May I request a Zodiac match up? My Sun is Libra, Moon is Pisces and Ascendent is Taurus. I’m 5'4 and a half, not that introverted nor extroverted either. I’m a bit clumsy but a very bubbly person who loves anything related to arts(theatre, drawing etc.) I’m sensitive and a huge empath. Im an avid gamer and a top student. If youre alright, Id like some NSFW added as well 👉👈 Thank you so much for the trouble and I hope you have the most amazing day 💓 Please hydrate and smile lots! xx

YOU ARE LITERALLY LIKE THE SWEETEST PERSON EVER OF COURSE I CAN DO ONE FOR YOU. 💕💕||

Check out their fanfics they’re really good||

My request are still open feel free to request anything , matchups fics my prompt list will be up later today ||

I Ship you with

Kenma😌

Look how cute he is omfg ||

You guys would be great together

Kenma is a Libra with a moon Aquairus and Libra rising

Automatically you guys are comfortable around eachother

You probably met through Kuro and you were like a breath of fresh air to him

When it comes to your moon signs Kenma might not fully understand the way your process your emotions at first However with time he does and he admires how emphatic you are.

With you he’s able to be open about his emotions rather than always thinking logically . Same with you he teaches you to be rational at times

He loves your bubbly personality you kinda remind him a little bit of Kuro but a calmer version

At first he dosent seem affectionate but sometimes he’s actually craving it .

You guys could be playing animal crossing together and his head is just in your lap

He feels relaxed in front of you

He dosent mind going out but prefers staying in and playing video games with you . It’s how you guys bonded in the first place

You both just enjoy eachothers presence

Kenma is attentive when it comes to your emotions . He can read a situation really well and if you aren’t comfortable he will find an excuse to leave .

He’d defiantly find your clumsiness cute and is ready to patch you up if neccary

No way his baby is getting hurt

Oh he defiantly has a soft spot for animals

Especially cats , he’s probably let it sit on top of his head while gaming

He’s Definitely going to be happy when you ask if you guys can get a pet because there is only one answer

Hell yeah

Admires your talent for the arts and is very supportive

NSFW😏

Here’s where Kenma comes out of his shell

I’d see him as a switch

Entirely based on whatever he’s in the mood for

When you tease him while he’s playing games it’s an instant turn on

He will gladly let you take control and do your thing

Poor baby is helpless underneath you

Probably has a Thigh riding kink I don’t make the rules

You riding his thigh while he’s gaming 10/10

I feel like Kenma can also be possessive when it comes to you

If someone tried to steal you away or flirt with you his dom side would come out

He’s say things like

“ only I can make you feel this good right babygirl hm ?”

“Cum for me baby “

That boy will make sure that you know who you belong too that’s a fact

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Overall a great relationship filled with lots of love and care .

||Hope you enjoyed this ||

[elizabeth-marston-roberts]

Switch | Abigail Marston x F!Reader |

I had this idea last night and wrote a majority of it from 1 a.m.-3 a.m. so if it makes no sense I’m sorry and yet I apologize for nothing.

Pairing: Abigail Marston x F!Reader, mentioned John/Abigail/Reader

Rating: M. So fucking M. 18+ ONLY

Words: 3,439

@redeadepression this isn’t the John smut I promised to tag you in, as the inspiration for this came to me while I was writing said John smut so I put that on pause and wrote this up. I’ll get back on that one soon enough. For now, have some Abigail smut!

xx

You storm into the house behind Abigail, glaring daggers into the back of her head. She’s been an insufferable brat all day to the point where John isn’t even coming home tonight. Slamming the front door shut, you lock it and stomp upstairs.

Silently seething, you put your shoes in the closet. You couldn’t believe Abigail’s behavior; it seemed she was determined to make the entire day as miserable as her. John had cooked a nice breakfast, but she decided to grumble and pout over it being pancakes instead of waffles. Then a handful of hours later you’d gone for a nice picnic in the park, to which she endlessly complained about the weather and the sun shining ‘too brightly’. She glowered while you and John spent the rest of the afternoon playing Frisbee and trying to teach you how to ride a skateboard. And finally, she bitched just enough at the restaurant she picked for dinner that John left in the middle of the meal and texted you to say he’d be spending the night with his brother.

Your eyes fall onto the 'sex chest’ and your eyes turn hard. After kneeling down and pulling out a select few items, you undress and slip into your strap-on harness and stiletto leather boots. This time you’ve selected the 7-inch dildo with a 4.5 inch girth. It’s big, but Abigail can take it like a champ.

After inserting the dildo into the O-ring, you step out of the closet with nipple clamps and a ball gag in hand. Abigail is at her vanity, combing her hair out in preparation to braid it like she does every night. You walk over to her, setting the toys on the bed behind her, and press the cock to her back, hand coming around her neck in a loose hold.

“Pigtails.”

“Excuse me?”

Your hand tightens around her throat and you lean down to speak directly into her ear. “Pigtails.”

Abigail shivers, goosebumps littering her body. With a trembling hand, she combs her black hair neatly down the middle and braids each side tightly. Giving each side an experimental tug, you take ahold of both and pull harder, bringing her to her knees in front of you.

Letting go of her hair, you take hold of the base of the dildo, smacking it lightly against her cheek. Her blue eyes are hooded and her red lips are open, her pink tongue resting on her bottom teeth. You shake your head.

“You were so bad today.” You tsk and smack her other cheek with the dildo. “I’m so mad at you. I just wanna fuck those lips until they’re raw.”

Abigail whimpers and opens her mouth just a tad wider, evidently wanting the exact same thing. Stroking her cheek lovingly, you speak gently.

“What’s your nonverbal?”

She curls her left fist and holds it up, using her other hand to squeeze your ankle. You smirk proudly and brush her bangs from her eyes.

“It’s been a while since we’ve done this; I’m glad you remembered. Such a good girl.”

She puts her hand back down and pushes her tongue out of her mouth, eyes trained on the large dildo you’ve fastened to your harness. Holding one hand against her forehead, you draw the cock to her, running it over her soft, wet tongue.

Abigail moans and pushes against your hand, desperate to take your cock in her mouth. Keeping her in place despite that, you continue shifting your hips to glide the dildo on her tongue. Abi’s fingers curl up in her white nightgown, and while a sobered up Abigail would hate the decision, the horny, submissive version of your girlfriend very much doesn’t care about the wrinkles she’ll have to iron out later.

Guiding the cock into her mouth, you push the head against her cheek. The resulting bulge is satisfying, along with the way her lips are shaped around it. Thrusting your hips shallowly, you hum softly.

“Mmm… You look so sexy on your knees like this. Taking a dick so eagerly…” You grasp the base of the dildo and pull out. “Open wide.”

When her mouth is as open as she can manage, you push inside. She closes her eyes and moans around the toy as you take hold of her head, guiding at a steady pace. She’s beautiful at any given moment, but she’s a different kind of beautiful with a cock in her mouth.

“You’re so good… I wish you could see the way your lips look around my dick. And yes, I hear all those whimpers and moans you’re making, you little slut. I bet you could get off just by sucking cock, couldn’t you?”

Abigail whines particularly loud at that. Smirking again, you push her head farther down on the dildo, taking a little over half of it. She’s slurping and sucking like it’s the real thing, gag reflex entirely forgone. You widen your stance and guide her faster and harder, goading her to taking the entire length of the toy.

Saliva is dribbling from the corners of her lips, falling down her chin and making a mess of her nightgown. It’s stringy and disgusting, but such a good look for her that you never want it to end.

Grasping her pigtails from the top, you slowly run your hands down them, thumbing the tight braids she’d created. Once reaching the bottom, you wrap her hair around your knuckles, holding tightly.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth now. Stay still, Abigail.”

She blinks twice in understanding, as her mouth is too full of cock to respond otherwise. Nodding once, you begin thrusting at a much quicker pace. Her glugging noises are perfection and her hands gripping your ass for purchase only urge you on. The woman sure loves to deepthroat.

Tears start to fall down her face as you fuck her mouth, her blue eyes trained on your face. If you were a man, you’re sure you’d be coming down her throat right now at the sight of her lips stretched on the cock and her intense eyes on only you.

Stilling as the toy is at the back of her throat, you release one of her pigtails to brush away the tears with the back of a finger. You hold yourself in place for a few seconds longer before pulling back out, a loud pop sounding through the room.

As expected, Abigail’s lips are red and swollen and used. Her chin is covered in her spit and her nipples are hard and visible through the nightgown. Helping her off of her knees, you pull the gown over her head and toss it aside the grope her large breasts.

“I love your tits, Abi. They’re so soft and beautiful… And your nipples are so tasty.” You immediately latch onto her pink nipple, a broken moan sounding from her mouth.

Pinching the other nipple, you pull off of her and shake your head. “You’re too loud. I’m afraid we’ll have to adjust that, babygirl.”

You pick up the ball gag, stepping behind Abigail with it. Without prompt her mouth opens wide, taking the ball and letting you fasten it around her. She repeats her nonverbal queue, left fist in the air and her other hand grasping your hip when you ask, her hands otherwise staying still at her sides.

You rub the dildo between the cleft of her bubbly ass while you kiss her neck and continue with the nipple play. Though gagged, she’s still trying to moan and groan.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” You tease, picking the golden-chained clamps from the bed. “You want your nipple clamps on? Well, I’m inclined to agree with that.”

You slip on each clamp and savor her pleasured whimpers. Tugging the chain to hear another gagged whine, you bend her over the end of the bed. She spreads her legs and shows off her dripping pussy, the slick covering her inner thighs.

“Not yet, brat.” You set your jaw. “I haven’t forgotten about your behavior today. You think that’s something you can just get away with? You think being a little bitch when someone is trying to do something nice for you is okay? You’re wrong, Abigail. And you need to be punished for it.”

She whines and wiggles, nearly stomping her foot. Your slap to her rear is swift, but the way her ass starts to turn red indicates there was indeed contact. She squeals against the gag, drooling helplessly on the duvet.

“Such a bad girl. I’m gonna turn this pale ass cherry red.” Each cheek gets a fresh slap, a handprint appearing soon after.

Each smack hits harder than the last, but all Abigail can do is jump at each one and cry out against the gag. You reach between the space of her body and the bed, tugging the nipple clamps as you continue spanking her.

“Naughty girl… You’ve got such a beautiful ass. I’ve got half the mind to fuck that tight little hole of yours, but I’ll save that for when you learn how to behave like a goddamn adult again. Only good girls are rewarded, after all, and I know how you like getting fucked in the ass.”

She whines pitifully, lamenting the lack of anal action she’ll receive tonight. You give each reddened ass cheek one more slap, and then without warning you smack her pussy one good time.

Abigail moans loudly, pushing against your stilled hand like a wanton whore. You pull away your hand, examining how wet she’s made it. It’s glistening in this light; such a mess was made from a simple action.

“Now this won’t do. I suppose you’ll have to clean your mess, Abigail.” You unclip the gag and let it fall from her mouth, holding your hand in front of her.

Immediately she’s got her hand on yours, holding it to her mouth as she licks away her own wetness. You smirk proudly, caressing her abused ass lightly.

“You took that like a champ, Abigail. I think you deserve a reward for that. Don’t come unless I say you can.” Sinking to your own knees, you dive in headfirst to that beautifully fat pussy, your tongue licking her insides just how she likes it.

Unabashedly she’s screaming now, pushing back onto your face. Her words aren’t really words at all, but she tries anyway. You happily slurp at her wetness, your face covered in her slick after just a few moments between her legs. Slipping a finger inside and thrusting roughly, you remove your face.

“Ooooh, someone’s ready to get fucked. I know exactly what you need to get that attitude adjusted, baby, and I’m gonna give it to you.” You slip a second finger inside of her, adding a third not long after. “But first, let’s get a pesky orgasm out of the way so you can take my strap longer. Come when you’re ready to.”

Abigail’s hands wrap around the duvet tightly, pulling it to her face as she screams at your finger-fucking. It’s all so good and she’s beyond ready to come for you. She likes being your good girl; it gives her what she wants.

Your tongue barely has to touch her clit for her to come, her hole clenching tightly around your still-moving fingers. She’s hot and wet and perfectly tight around you.

Her moans are muffled by the mattress and her legs are shaking uncontrollably as she comes. You chuckle and pull away once she’s done, standing and scooping her onto the bed. Allowing her to catch her breath, you rub her back and leave soft kisses down her spine.

When she’s ready for what’s next, Abigail assumes the position with her ass in the air and her head on her pillow. She’s so well-trained, even though you haven’t played with this side of her in such a long time.

Kneeling behind her, you push the cock inside of her with ease, still allowing her time to adjust to the size of it. Her body is soft and pliable, her moan an airy, contented gasp. The sight of her like this is truly amazing; a beautiful head of black hair, a smooth back leading to a wonderfully red, bubbly butt, and her pussy stretched around your strap. Heaven on Earth.

Your hand is placed on her lower back as you start moving in and out of her, mesmerized by the way her labia clings to the cock. Abigail was so perfectly sexy in all the ways you could never imagine to be sexy for anyone.

She moans beneath you, moving her hips to meet your strokes. Her fingers curl up around the bars of the headboard as your hip smack against hers, the cock filling her up wonderfully. She takes your thumb in her mouth eagerly, sucking and licking all while moaning around it.

When your thumb is satisfactorily covered in her saliva, you move your hand back to her rear and gently coax the tip of your thumb in her hole, now giving you more control over the way her body is moving. Abigail mewls at the intrusion and allows you to continue guiding her onto the toy.

“Fu…uck…” Her voice is battered and this is the first word she’s been able to utter the entire session. You lean down and press your chest to her back, changing the angle of your thrusts to find her spot.

She turns her head and kisses you, though it’s more of a sloppy tangle of tongues than anything else. Your thumb pushes just a tad farther into her hole and your fingers grip her flesh tighter, bringing her back onto the dildo at an easy pace. You know her legs are tired, but she can hold on for a bit longer. This is a punishment, after all.

Pressing your lips to her ear, you speak lowly. “I want you to come on my cock, Abigail. Do you want to come on my cock?”

She nods weakly, her eyes closed and her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. Beads of sweat litter her brow and her temples, one of which you lick away before straightening back up.

“I don’t remember there being a gag in that pretty mouth, Abigail. Use your words. Do you want to come on my cock?”

“Y-Yes ma'am…” She moans pitifully and you take her pigtails in one hand, holding them like reins as your hips pick up speed and ram into her, her asshole clenching around your thumb.

Abigail’s body is taught as you pull on her hair, her hands digging into the mattress and her body making a beautiful arch. Her clamps are still on her nipples, pinching them so perfectly while you thrust into her with vigor, your nails digging into the soft skin of her back.

All Abigail can do now is moan, swear, and hold on as your cock pistons in and out of her wet hole, the head of it hitting that spot that so rarely gets contacted. Her scream is loud and unashamed, and the neighbors will certainly be receiving a gift of some sort for having to hear your sub so loudly and intimately this time of night.

Her body trembles when she orgasms, both of her holes clenching up. She whimpers when you pull out of her and remove your thumb from her ass, gasping when you lean down and stick your tongue in her slightly opened asshole. Snickering lightly, you pull back from it and sit on your knees to observe her.

She’s curled up and breathing heavily, her hair unraveling from the braids you were tugging on earlier. Your hand reaches out to rub her rear and then move her onto her back. Her legs fall open beautifully, and the way her chest rises and falls with each breath is nothing short of perfection.

Climbing over to her, you position yourself over her face, looking down at her body. Her arms loop around your thighs and hold you in place while she begins to lick your own wetness, a certain energy revived in her once you presented yourself to her.

You hum softly at her ministrations, playing with the clamps around her nipples. She moans while her tongue is inside, slurping you up and making a mess of her face just as you had done for her. Your tugs on the chain are light, and with each pull of it Abigail’s hips shift upwards.

You hum softly and push her large breasts together, groping the soft flesh as you ride her face. A grin forms when your eyes settle onto the dildo still covered in her wetness, and after a little bit of shifting, the toy is settled between her breasts. You can feel her chuckle softly against you, which only spurs you on.

You glide the toy between her breasts, running your wet pussy over her tongue. She’s adapted and has her tongue flattened against you, allowing you to fuck her breasts and still be able to reach a climax.

You moan at her tongue and watch as your strap easily slides in between her pillowy breasts. Your thrusting is invigorated at the sight, your hands clenching her breasts tightly as you fuck them and rub yourself against Abigail’s face.

“Fuck…” You whisper, sweat sprinkling your body, breathing ragged as you close your eyes and let loose. One of Abigail’s sneaky fingers finds its way to your clit and she presses hard against it, and it’s over then.

Your crescendo beats out Abigail’s from before, your hips pressing down on her face as your legs quiver. Her tongue gently licks at you while you calm down from the high, her hands rubbing your sides lovingly.

With a soft moan, you remove yourself from Abigail’s face. You pull off the nipple clamps and settle between her spread legs, once again easily slipping inside of her. You lay down and give each nipple a soft, barely-there kiss while she locks her legs around you, and her arms loop around your neck when you pull up to kiss her lips proper now.

“You’re so wet, baby.” You murmur against her lips, kissing them once more before trailing softer smooches from her jaw to her neck. “I can hear it. Can’t believe you’re this horny for me.”

She sighs and exposes her neck some more for you. “’M always horny for you…”

“I love you.” You murmur. “You were so good tonight. It’s nice to not deal with a brat every once in a while.”

She’s quiet, her mind undoubtedly on John. You kiss her lips sweetly, as you know she’ll make it up to him when he comes home tomorrow. Her moans pick up again once your hand slips between your bodies and thumbs her clit. She squeals and then that’s it; she comes one more time around you and your hips stop with the cock deep inside of her.

Abigail kisses you passionately, her legs still around you. You rub her arms and pull away, unwrapping her legs from you and pulling out. Lying beside her, you remove the toy from the O-ring and hold it to her mouth.

Her blue eyes lock onto yours and she opens her mouth for the cock once more, sucking it clean. Her lips are beautifully wrapped around it and she takes it all, humming against it. Once it’s clean and pulled from her mouth, you kiss her lips and stand from the bed, heading for the bathroom with all of the toys you’d used on Abigail.

You pull off the boots and shimmy out of the harness, wiping the leather down and then turning to the dildo, cleaning it off thoroughly. After doing the same to the ball gag and the nipple clamps, you wet a washcloth with warm water and go back to Abigail, sitting beside her and starting to run it over her body. Starting at her inner thighs, you speak softly.

“Are you feeling okay?”

She nods, starting to pull her hair free of the braids. “I feel wonderful, my love. I needed that.”

You lean in and peck her lips. “I thought you did too. You know you owe John an apology and probably a very good blowjob right?”

She sighs and ruffles her hair out. “I know. I’ll make it up to him tomorrow; I promise.”

“I know you will.” Setting the cloth aside, you lay down and pull Abigail into your arms, your fingertips ghosting over her back as you two fall into a quick, dreamless sleep.

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Prompt Fic #11

❧ Summary : Keanu fucks you in the washroom at your parent’s house during a family brunch because he’s needy af 👀

☒ Prompt : “Try and stay quiet for me, can you do that?” nsfw. smut.

☒ Pairing : Keanu Reeves x Reader.

☒ Word Count : 1.5K (sorry lol, drabbles who? we don’t know her apparently)

“Try and stay quiet for me, can you do that darling?” Keanu begins kissing your neck, breath hot and demanding in the tiny walls of the pale guest washroom. Your skin felt satin, so silky smooth under his calloused palms, hands kneading your breasts adoringly, your neck habitually tilting to allow him better access. Nodding fanatically, you work his belt buckle, arousal muddling between your thighs. “We have to be quick, or they’ll notice we’re gone.” You whisper, mindlessly peppering kisses along his jaw as he pulls you close, rough fingers slipping underneath your dress.

Today, happen to be a family brunch at your parent’s house. All your family; cousins, nieces, nephews, aunts and uncles were in attendance, and up until 5 minutes ago, you’d been helping your mom with final preparations for brunch, while Keanu shared a beer with your cousins in casual conversation. Unfortunately, however; you’d made the mistake of wearing Keanu’s favourite dress today, a light blue bodycon, making your curves and dips look exquisite as ever. He’d been eyeing you all afternoon, brushing up against you far too intimately as he passed, ghosting in suggestive touches to your ass when no one was looking.

“I need you…” He whispered in your ear a mere couple of minutes’ prior, the sultry ring of his rasped tone sending shivering shocks down your spine with arousal. Leading him into the guest bathroom when no one was looking, here you stood now; locked and secreted, your needy husband positioned between your legs, full seamed bulge in his pants causing your throat to swallow thickly with want. Fanned warm to his skin, your breath elicits soft, gentle moans when his hands explore your body, inquisitively grazed to the small of your back and ass, a gentle knead to the peachy skin.

“No foreplay, and you have 5 minutes to cum. Not a second more.” You assert, gaze intently locked with his, finger pointed dominantly to his face. Chuckling a titter, he replies, sly and assured, stocky fingers peeling aside your lace underwear, digits expertly slipped between your moist folds as he prepares your cunt for his taking.

You’re always warm, wet, inviting; his favourite place to be.

“I could lose control through just one thrust into you.” Rolling your eyes to his cheesiness, you give his cock a few quick strokes, spitting into your hand to lubricate him with ease. “Alright,” You breathe a breathy moan, wrapping your arms securely around his shoulders as you pull him in, back pressed against the cold bathroom drywall. “Come, baby. Take me.” You allow permission, watching him bunch up your dress to your stomach, tip of his swollen cock edging your slick folds, rosy tip rubbing against your clit in anticipation. As his hand guides the full sum of his girth into your tight little pussy, you sigh in unison to the familiarity, feeling the relief wash over you, completely filled to the brim with his cock rammed deep inside. Keanu halts at first, his splitting erection savouring still inside your wet haven for a moment.

“Fuck, Y/N,” He hisses, callous palms plating to your ass for leverage. “So tight, so fucking warm.” Groaned and satisfied, Keanu conjures a rapid pace to restricted time, pumping into you hastily, hips fucking senselessly with the mixture of your creamy juices deliciously coating the insides of your legs. Trembling, your fingernails sink into the fabric of his blazer layered shoulders. He always looked so handsome in his blazers. Today, he’d opted for a sleek black dress shirt and your favourite navy blazer on him, beard perfectly trimmed with his hair the perfect length. He looked beautiful, exquisitely handsome; and to think you had him all to yourself, quite literally being fucked into bliss by your needy man in the bathroom of your parent’s house? It only added to your pleasure, slick arousal coating his member perfectly, the sounds of your wetness glistening on him loud in the walls.

“Fuck, Keanu,” You moan almost gutturally, gaspy with stifling whimpers fleeing your lips to the feel of his throbbing cock, aching inside. Each vein, each ridge; the slight curve of his dick is felt grinding inside you, his tender skin brushing inside your walls, veins thick and pulsing. He’s offered a fast pace, in hurry to finish so you can return outside. As he pumps in and out, his length hits your end to perfection each time, stretching you completely, the pain and soreness of no foreplay beautifully replaced with searing pleasure.

Residing with a desperate hold to his shoulders, you hear his voice against your ear as you hold him dearly, yelping quiet moans echoed. “What if everyone knew how well I’m fucking you right now?” His jaw tightens. “How I’m buried deep inside your tight little cunt with everyone still outside?” He whispers, delicate lips browsing the skin of your breasts as he draws your dress lower down your modesty, allowing your full, round tits to fall out. He slams in repetitively with ease, sloppily glistening with your arousal as his balls smash against your wet folds.

“Listen to the sounds you’re making, babygirl.” Shuddering, his cock twitches inside you, nearing completion. “So fucking sexy, baby.” Low and rugged, his lips travel to your ear, close and proximate as your breasts bounce to his aggressive, almost selfish roll of hips drilling into you. Against his chest, your breasts squish into him, breathy moans falling your mouth, “All mine.” He almost growls, palms digging into your hips as he jerks into you relentlessly.

“All yours,” You whimper, eyes shut tight as he pounds into you, his thumb moving between your tangled bodies to circle your sensitive nub, thrusts never faltering.

“Harder, Keanu, please.” You plead, breath hitching in a beautiful contrast of the cold wall against your back, mixed with the delicious burn he’s leaving to your stinging cunt. Lips tender against the valley of your breasts, he groans with his hips bucking ceaselessly forward into you, sound of his moans throaty; low and gravelled. Soft yet with a firm grasp, you lower your palm to the base of his cock pumping you, a flattened palm kneading to his balls; knowing how much he liked it and how close it brings him to release.

“Fuck, baby, you gonna come around my cock?” He encourages through gritted teeth, meeting your lips in a breathtaking kiss, heat of his breath hot on your mouth, soft whimpers laced with bruising fingerprints into each other’s skin.

You nod, so close to completion, sighing when his face buries into the crook of your neck, nuzzling with some final hard thrusts. In your half nude glory, Keanu’s eyes glaze down over your body, trained eyes effortlessly able to undress each and every part of you to sheer memory; your body a mural he’d perfectly memorized. The measly thought of how fucking gorgeous you’d look without the dainty dress bunched up on your body, with your hair all done up beautiful, simple makeup dappled to your skin in dewy sheen- his dick erects, pulsing further to the mere thought of your sexiness. His woman is a goddess, and he knows it.

“I need you to stay quiet, baby.” He whispers, encouraging you with his hand covering your mouth while you let out a particularly raunchy moan, lips revelling back to savour your lipstick painted lips in an eager kiss. Your sounds were muffled by his palm, yet he enjoyed them nonetheless. Nodding, tears prick at the corners of your eyes, the burn of his cock widening you so godly, divine. His hand stays firm on your hips, controlled thrusts sinking in and out, exiting your pussy fully each time before delving back in. He smirks at how gorgeous you look for him, flustered with your tits swollen, nipples hardened to the crisp cold air, desperately holding him, legs jellylike while he holds your balance. The pleasure was far too intense, he’d been filling you far too full to encase your whimpers as the pleasure bubbles, boiling a course to your veins.

“I’m gonna cum!” You cry, hiding your face into his chest as he thrusts dilligently in, feverishly circling your clit for you. Your orgasm washes over, Keanu’s hips going stiff and rigid as he slows pace, grunting quietly as he cums, spilling spurts of his hot seed inside you. You feel him fill you to the brim with his cum, heavy and deep, and you silently thank birth control for existing when you remember you didn’t even have a condom today; not that you’d remember to use it in the heat of a moment like this anyway.

“Fuck..” He moans into your neck, coming down from his high as you hold him, snug against his body as the nirvana dies down. Removing his flaccid cock from inside you, Keanu moves to grab a bulk of tissues, cleaning your cunt from whatever he’s left behind, his cum that drips out of your pussy wiped away by his helpful hands.

Wiping himself off as well, he helps you fix your dress, pulling your top over your breasts as he pulls down the seams to cover your bare bottoms, as you step back into your underwear. Tucking himself back into his boxers, he watches you fix your hair in the bathroom mirror.

“Thank you, baby.” He praises, kissing your cheek, your shoulder, palms soothing your arms. “That was amazing.” Turning, you grin, wrapping your arms around his neck, the smell of cigarettes and his smoky cologne tracing your senses.

“I’m not done yet..” Lip bitten and a prying wink his way. “Wait till we get home.”

Chuckling, Keanu kisses your forehead, palms planting on your ass again as his deep voice rasps. “You never fail to surprise me, Mrs. Reeves.”

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