#drabble smut

[k-hotchoisan]

A/n edit: LONGER VERSION BY MY BABY GIRL HERE @bro-atz hot and steamy that you’ll forget about the damn hoodie 🫡😆🫣

Colder season = hoodie season = stealing San’s oversized hoodies and San playfully catching you as he gropes your braless fit so he gets fuckin horny as you squeal in pleasure as his fingers brush against your clothed nipples.

Hoodie season is when you’re cockwarming San as he games on a cold night, you squirming, no coherent thought in your head because all you feel is his cock pressing against your walls so well at every angle.

Hoodie season is when you don’t wear anything underneath San’s large hoodie as he fucks you from below and the only thing you can focus is the way his cock is just jack hammering into your wet and warm cunt as his smell is sending you into spiral.

Hoodie season is when he’s fucking you with one leg lifted, San whispering how fucking tight and warm your walls are, how good it feels and how he wants to keep his cock in you because it’s that warm and cuddly.

Hoodie season is when San ruts into you, and he loves seeing you so fucked out and pretty in his hoodie, with your legs spread out for him like the little cocksleeve you are. He groans as his breathing rate rises because he’s gonna cum, and he loves making sure your cunt is even warmer when he fills your tight little hole with his cum.

Yeah, hoodie season is pretty great I guess.

[totallyanopossum]

Call of duty

Ghost likes nickelback

Nickelback is fucking music no doubt, and Ghost definitely listens to Nickelback.

So just imagine

You guys have totally have fucking playlist , and it's filled with nickelback.

So you're out at a bar or somewhere, and nickelback starts playing, and Simon instantly looks at you with lustful eyes and a dangerous smirk hidden beneath his mask. When your eyes lock, you know exactly what he's thinking and your core heats instantly hungry for your big man.

The whole time out he can't keep his hands off you. Yes, the song might have changed a while ago, but the thoughts were sparked and there is no undoing that, your getting plowed tonight

As fate would have it on the drive home nickelback plays on the radio, totally random, but that's the last straw for him, he can't wait any longer. Luckily the drive home takes some rural roads he knows very well, so he pulls his truck off the main road into a little ridden trail.

He turns to you, looking like a predator about to devour their prey, but you're so ready to be devoured. It's a bit tricky with his large size in his truck but he makes it work, getting you set on his lap, your nails digging into his shoulders as you hold on for dear life as he thrusts up into you ruthlessly.

You're a drooling mess by the times he's busted his load into you, pumping you full of his seed that is now leaking out of your abused entrance. He doesn't bother dressing you fully again cause he's not done, he just gets you buckled in the passenger seat and throws his spare blanket over you and takes you home for round 2, 3 and maybe 4 if your still conscious.

[trixy812]

003 - Just Dance.

♪ – Content: Nanami x fem!Reader, smut?, mdni, established relationship.

♪ – An: This came out longer than expected. My first smut? Comments will be loved. Just a quick reminder that spanish is my first language.

🅼🅰🆂🆃🅴🆁🅻🅸🆂🆃

In the living room of your apartment, you set up the game, then glanced at Nanami, who was sitting on the couch with a neutral expression, though his brown eyes held a hint of curiosity.

It was his first time seeing you play Just Dance, and you wanted to impress him. You had been practicing and had even scored some first-place ranks online, you even mentioned it to Nanami, Tonight, you wanted to show him that fun side, and deep down, you hoped he’d think you looked sexy.

When the first song started, you moved gracefully, letting the rhythm guide you. Every move was perfectly in sync with the screen, and each time you glanced at Nanami, you noticed how his serious expression was beginning to soften, his eyes following you closely.

You decided to take it up a notch and chose more challenging songs, giving you a chance to show off your skills and, at the same time, to tease Nanami a little as you danced. A couple of winks, smiles, and carefully placed moves made him frown, but not in disapproval; it was almost as if he was holding something back, like he was ready to pounce.

After the last song, still looking at the screen, asked, "So, what did you think?" You trying to sound casual while your heart raced.

You turned to Nanami, a bit breathless, with a triumphant smile on your face. And what you saw left you completely breathless, entirely blushing, your heart started beating even faster than it already was and you noticed how fast your panties were getting wet.

Kento Nanami was sitting on your couch, masturbating. He remained silent, watching you intensely.

"Oh my God, Kento" You gasped as your felt your legs go completely weak.

"Impressive, huh? Do you like what you see too, sweetheart?" he murmured as he stroked his big cock. Between his words, moans escaped his mouth. "You looked so... good, I couldn’t help myself."

Your plan had worked, but, apparently, too well.

"Now, take off your clothes and come sit on my dick as fast as you can."

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[hoernypie]

Cake

tags: kinktober, wam

Was it funny when you sat down on the cake that you and Satoru were supposed to bring for the Halloween party? Not for you, tho 'toru couldn't hold his laughter - seeing your pissed face after you dirtied yourself not too long after showering. Was it hot how you blushed when he started licking the icing off your thighs and butt? Definitely for Satoru. "Stop, it tickles", you whined feeling his tongue deliberately licking your skin, tracing the swirls and patterns the cake had left behind. The softness of his touch and the gentle caress of his tongue against your skin was… oddly comforting. Before you could realize what’s going on, he spread your legs, his hot breath fanning against your heat. “Need to clean my baby,” he murmured as the sweet icing mixed with your juices on his tongue. Feeling his tongue between your folds couldn't hold back the soft moans that slipped from your lips. You felt how your body responded, your hips bucking slightly as the pleasure grew. His hands held you firmly in place, his thumbs caressing the soft skin as his tongue moved deeper and you just knew that both of you won’t go to the party. The sensation of Satoru's tongue dancing around your clit was exquisite, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. His grip on your hips tightened as he felt you getting closer to the edge, his tongue moving harder against your clit while gently sucking it. The room was filled with the sugary scent of the cake icing, now melded with the sweet aroma of your slick. As the pressure in your belly built, your legs quivered. Satoru hummed proudly - being the only one to always make you cum. With a final, lingering lick, you moaned loudly, pushing your hips back, pressing your pussy into his face. He looked at you with a smug smile, a mix of satisfaction and mischief, before kissing his way up your body, leaving a trail of sticky sweetness behind. "Guess we'll need to shower you again," he said, licking his lips, savoring the taste of you lingering in his mouth.

[atommadly]

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄 | 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | Harry Wells x Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | Smut, worshipping that v-line.

Masterlist

It’s almost criminal, really—how perfect he is. How Harry Wells, with his sharp mind and even sharper tongue, can also have a body sculpted like it’s meant to be revered. And tonight? That’s exactly what you plan to do.

Your hands trace his hips, slow and deliberate, as he leans back against the pillows, his chest heaving from the effort of holding back. You’ve told him to let you take control, and it’s clear from the tension in his jaw that he’s fighting his instincts. Harry doesn’t like giving up control, not in the lab and certainly not in the bedroom. But he’s letting you have this moment, letting you explore him at your own pace.

And oh, you take your time.

Your lips trail over the ridges of his abdomen, soft kisses peppering his taut skin as you make your way downward. His muscles twitch under your touch, and you smirk at the subtle reactions you’re pulling from him. But then you reach there—where his v-line carves sharply into his hips, an undeniable masterpiece that makes your mouth water.

You can’t help yourself. Your tongue glides along the defined line, savoring the taste of his skin and the way he inhales sharply, his restraint hanging by a thread. You murmur something against him—soft words of admiration that Harry pretends to scoff at, but the way his hand tightens in your hair betrays him.

“You’re ridiculous,” he mutters, his voice strained, but the way he’s watching you tells a different story.

“Am I?” you tease, your lips dragging along the other side now, your hands gripping his hips to hold him still. His stomach tightens beneath your touch, and you feel a surge of pride knowing that you’re the only one who gets to see him like this—vulnerable, trembling, at your mercy.

Your teeth graze the edge of his hip bone, earning a low groan that rumbles from deep in his chest. His control is slipping, and you revel in it, your kisses becoming more insistent, more reverent. This isn’t just about teasing him—it’s about worshiping him, every inch of him. And this part of him? This perfect, maddening v-line that disappears beneath the waistband of his pants? It deserves its own devotion.

When your fingers slide lower, tugging at the fabric still clinging to his hips, Harry’s patience finally snaps. His hand cups the back of your neck, pulling you up so his lips can crash against yours, all heat and desperation.

“You’re playing with fire,” he growls against your mouth, but the way his body arches into yours says he doesn’t mind one bit.

And as you press yourself against him, your hands still tracing those flawless lines, you can’t help but grin.

“Then I guess I’ll just have to get burned.”

[lovelywetdreamer]

"Sorry Sugarplum, I know you can't help yourself from moaning out my name, but the neighbors already complain about the noise." You gag Choso with your damp purple panties as you rode him. Tears come down from his eyes by the way you tighten around him. Before you know he is already painting your wall white.

[malavera]

I have this idea in my head that you’re walking in London when some guy tries to steal your purse but you go all ilsa Faust on his ass. Tom sees this and is so impressed he takes you to the MI set where after a really cool tour he fucks you in his trailer

Do you know about that one Paparazzi bomb on Gigi & Bella Hadid video where one creep tries to lift Gigi but she elbowed the dude? It’s like that but with a little different concept.

Tom saw you on the news and it’s live. He was worried sick about you but he’s seen how you’ve managed to take care of yourself and you almost fucks the guy up but Tom’s assistant was with you and she reminded you how the world could be watching. So, you left the creep where he is and decided to proceed your day. But, Tom couldn’t stop thinking about you he couldn’t help but to be worried more, or to be proud of you and gave himsef a little credit to when he would teach you about self-defense in case things like this happens when he’s not around. Minutes lates he decided to call the assistant up and asks to bring you to his set where he’s currently working on the MI: Dead Reckoning.

“Tom!” You exclaimed once you saw him standing towards his crew, he seemed like he’s in the middle of a short briefing but he halted his work either way once he heard you call out his name. He turn around with a big smile on his face before you jumped to his arms, hugging him so tight he almost couldn’t breathe.

“Baby, I saw what happened on the news. Are you okay? Did the guy did anything to you? Or steal anything?”

“No! But you saw how I went up to the fucker right? I really was about to kick his ass! But, Mindy had to stop me.” You hissed with a rolled eyes, Tom finds it adorable.

When you continue to ramble on the event that just happened to you, all Tom could think about how you look so adorable. He loves it, but he also would love to find out what happens if you’re underneath him. Will that tough act scurried away? Or will you successfully dominates him? It doesn’t take too long for him to find out once he got you in his trailer. Having your ass up in the air while he fucks your pussy up from the back.

“Not so tough now huh, princess?” You couldn’t form out the words, you just whimpered instead. Your pussy says otherwise whenever he thrust his cock in and out of that wet cunt.

[triplestripe]

This is worse than pwp, it's context, what context. There's no intro, no descriptions, just a scene that won't fit where I want it, but don't want to waste.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62061784

[tojis-girl]

fratboy!satoru dating nerd!reader was an odd mix. you two never really liked the same things - there was one thing you both liked though and that was libraries. separate reasons though.

fratboy!satoru mumbled into your ear - telling you that you were a good girl and were doing so soo well for him!

fratboy!satoru whos large hand made its way up and down your thigh, comforting you while you wrote something down in your note pad.

nerd!readers who cunt was warming up fratboy!satoru dick, your warmth making his tip dribble out cum. your sat on him innocently but underneath the skirt you wore was anything but innocent.

you whine when you feel his dick twitch inside of you but he just tells you to continue with your notes.

fratboy!satoru who finds it interesting how your constantly reading and writing but the moment a dick enters you - you wanna do anything but!

fratboy!satoru who tells you to shut up, harshly digging his nails into your plush thigh as a punishment when your mewls grow to be a little too loud.

he doesnt want anyone else to hear the pretty sounds you make!

"Shut up, princess, or itll be even worse later."

[classyrbf]

you find it so funny how people think your husband, nanami, is the sweetest, most innocent and romantic man they’ve ever laid eyes on, such a gentleman. Which, they are correct in some ways. Gentleman. Check. Sweet. Check. Romantic. Check. He’s always buying you flowers, opening doors for you, kissing your hand, taking you out on spontaneous dates, calling you ‘sweetheart’, ‘honey’, ‘love’, and treating you like some porcelain doll. But innocent? Oh no, no. You almost laugh because it may seem like your husband is ‘innocent’ or ‘vanilla’ whichever term they may use, but he is anything but that. While he may treat you like a princess in public, he absolutely sluts you out behind closed doors.

You don’t blame people for thinking he may look and act soft because that was your first impression of him too. So, imagine the surprise when you first had sex and he was pounding you in a mating press, tears streaming down your face. Yeah, best night of your life. And now that you’re married? God, it makes the sex one hundreds times better than before. He’s go you on your side, one arm hooked under your leg, reaching so far that he’s able to wrap his hand around your throat. The other wrapped around your waist, rubbing your clit while he fucks his cum into you. He’s forcing you to look him in the eyes, faces inches away from each other, because he wants to watch your pretty face when you cum. So innocent, right?

“Oh my god! Fuck!” You cry out, your breathing labored. He’s so deep inside of you, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot over and over again to the point it makes your head spin especially when he’s toying with your swollen clit. “I can’t! I can’t, Ken! You’re too fucking deep! Ah!” You grip onto the ruffled sheets below, bucking your hips as you attempt to make his cock not feel so good, but the bruising grip he has on your throat and waist puts you right back in your place.

“You can take it, sweetheart. I know you can. You know why?” He pulls you in closer, pressing his lips to your ear. “Cause you’re a fucking slut for this dick.” He thrusts his hips faster, skin slapping against skin and the mixture of your juices and his cum create a sticky mess between your thighs. “Awe, is that gonna make you cum? Being degraded? I can feel your pussy clenching me,” he darkly smiled, heavy breaths fanning against your damp skin. He rubbed your clit faster, carefully watching the way you threw your head back in pure bliss.

“Fuckkkk! You’re gonna make me cum again!” Your toes curled the closer you got to your orgasm, whimpering as you took in every feeling of pleasure coursing through you.

“Squirt all over this dick, baby. Be a good girl for me and show me how good I make you feel.” He felt your walls tightening with each passing second, sweat trailing down his forehead as he kept his pace. Your legs began to shake as you writhed under him, cursing and screaming as you squirted all over, soaking the blankets below you. “Messy fucking slut. Look at you, you’re still fucking going.”

“Oh my god! Yes, yes, yes!” Your brows furrowed as you watched him fuck you through your orgasm. “It’s too much, Ken!” You pulled his hand away from your clit, holding onto his wrist tightly while he slowed down his thrusts, now going deep and slow. You laid there in a dazed state, trying to catch your breath. His hand gently caressed your stomach slowly inching up towards your tits, cupping them in his hand while he placed sloppy kisses down your neck and to your collarbone.

So yes, while your husband may be such a gentleman, such a sweetheart, such an angel to others, in the back of your head, you think of those moments behind closed doors when he makes you cum your brains out, praising you and degrading you all within the same breath, choking you and treating you like some common whore. But after all that’s over, he’s back to treating you like the most delicate thing he’s ever touched. It’s truly the best of both worlds.

[rissouu]

“say sorry.” choso spat, voice laced in anger as he pushed shoved your legs further apart. you’d been giving him nothing but attitude left and right for weeks now, he was finally sick of it. 

drool covered your face when he shoved himself into you, not even caring if he was being too rough. usually he was your gentle little choso, so sweet and always careful as though not to hurt you.. but this had to be a different person.

“y’think it’s okay to be mean to me, hm?” a rough hand slid up to your neck, forcing your eyes to meet his low ones. your head shook on its own, even your body knew you couldn’t get away with ignoring him.

choso’s head tilted as his hair dropped from the tiny man-bun he once wore, “c’mon use your words mama. i know you can, tell daddy you’re sorry?”

the hand wrapped around your throat made it almost impossible to speak, mixed with the pleasure from his thumb that was circling around your clit.

“p..please cho! ‘m sorry daddy, so sorry!” you threw your head back before placing a hand on his stomach, hoping to push him away. “‘m s..so sorry for being mean. please i can’t take it,”

a low chuckle fell from his lips as he slapped your hand away, pinning it behind your back. “noww you wanna be nice, where’d my mean girl go baby? you done being a fuckin’ brat?”

you nodded aggressively, feeling your own tears fall down your neck for the millionth time. “‘m done cho, i promise. never gonna be rude again!”

the black haired man grinned at your words, you were so quick to kiss ass if it meant getting him to forgive you, too bad he saw right through you.

“that’s good mama, im proud of you for learnin’. but im not done.. daddy’s gonna fuck this pretty pussy up a little more okay?”

©rissouu 2025 (happy fucking new years to all my babies, ya girl is backkk!! #weluvdomchoso)

[ghostsanctity]

Simon had always known he was possessive, but this… this was something new. It all started during a rambling, half-drunk conversation with Soap, the kind they’d both forget by morning—except for one comment that had lodged itself in Simon’s mind like a splinter.

“Lass can’t forget you if she’s knocked up with your baby,” Soap had muttered with a lopsided grin, slurring just enough to make Simon dismiss it at first.

At first.

Simon knew you’d never forget him, no matter how long he was deployed. He trusted you, loved you in ways he couldn’t always put into words. But once the thought was planted, he couldn’t forget it. Maybe deep down it was the fear you’d leave or just the desire to know that you were fully his, round with his child, but whatever it was, when he got notified of an upcoming assignment, he knew he was gonna damn well try.

Which is how you ended up here now, pressed into the mattress beneath him, his broad chest blanketing your back as his lips dragged heatedly along your neck. He reaches around, pulling your body up enough for you to stabilise yourself as he roughly palms your breasts, tweaking your nipples between his fingers as he continues to rut against you.

He's been at it for hours, fucking you with a relentless intensity, determined to fill you with every drop of his cum before he leaves. You’ve lost count at this point, never knowing he could go for so many repeated rounds but you certainly know it now as you feel his cum run down your thighs, the squelching noise every time he fucks back into you, a combination of your arousal and how many loads he’s given you so far tonight.

"Fuuck-" he groans, his voice low and gravelly with desire. "Gonna knock you up so good. Gonna make sure you're round with my baby by the time I get back."

He pulls out, his cock sliding from your well-fucked hole 

He stares down at your pussy, mesmerised by the sight of it dripping with his cum. He leans down, his face mere inches from it as his heated breath ghosts your folds. He watches, transfixed, as another thick spurt of his previous load oozes out of you.

"Fucking hell," he mutters, his breath hot against your skin. "Look at that. Look at what you do to me."

He reaches out, his fingers gently parting your swollen lips to get a better look. He teases your entrance, circling it slowly before scooping up some of the cum that's leaking out and guiding it back in with his middle and ring finger.

He pushes his fingers deeper, scissoring them to work his own cum back inside you. He wants to make sure every last drop takes.

"Gonna plug you up-" he growls, his voice rough with lust. "Keep you nice and full of me.”

He withdraws them, glistening with the thick, pearly fluid before bringing them up to your mouth, pressing his fingers against your lips.

"Go on-" he purrs as he slowly pushes his fingers into your mouth, letting you suck them clean. You can taste the saltiness of his cum mixed with the musky scent of your arousal. It's a heady combination that makes your head spin.

"Good girl," he praises, his voice rough with approval. "Such a good girl for me."

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, only to bring them back down to your pussy. He circles your clit with them, the slickness of his cum providing the perfect lubrication before he gestures for you to roll onto your back.

He straightens back up as he slides the head of his aching cock through your folds, nudging the head of his cock against your entrance, teasing you with shallow thrusts that do nothing to satisfy the ache inside you.

"Y’not going anywhere," he murmurs, his voice low and rough with emotion. "Not after this- fuck -you’re not leaving me…You can’t–”

You could hear the subtle desperation in his words, a fear that you'd abandon him. He needed to know that you would be here, waiting for him, even when he was deployed.

He kisses desperately, trying to put every fiber of his being into this kiss, hoping to portray even a fraction of the strong love he felt for you. His hips start to move again, his cock sliding into you with a groan. He sets a slow, deep pace, each thrust deliberate and purposeful as he works himself in and out of you.

"Fuck, I love you," he grunts, the words torn from him. "Love you so fucking much…You're my everything, I swear I’ll never let you down-"

He wraps his arms around you, holding you as close as possible, fingers digging into your flesh as he impales you on his thick cock over and over again.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his forehead pressed against yours. "So fucking tight and wet for me. Always so ready for my cock, god you’re perfect-."

He adjusts his hips, changing the angle of his thrusts so that he's hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars. Your back arches off the bed as your nails rake down his back and you moan wantonly.

"That's it, baby," he coaxes, his voice husky with desire. "Gonna' fill you up so good. Gotta make sure it takes before I leave-

His hips piston faster, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. He's getting close, you can tell by the way his muscles tense, the way his breath comes in short, sharp gasps.

"Gonna cum," he grunts, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Shit- fuck-”

He buries himself to the hilt, incoherent mutterings rolling off his tongue as his cock pulses, filling you with another thick load. He bites down on your shoulder to muffle his groans as you feel it, hot and heavy, painting your insides white. He collapses on top of you, all his weight heavy upon you, though you don't mind at all, arms wrapping tightly about him.

He stays buried inside of you, his now softening cock still buried deep within you. He rests his forehead against yours as his breath comes in short pants, trying to catch his breath.

"I meant what I said, you know…gonna' make you mine in every way possible," he murmurs, his hand coming up to cup your cheek as he lifts some of his weight off of you. "Want you to have my baby- And when I come back, I'm gonna marry you because I’m completely yours and I want you to be fully mine, officially."

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[madaqueue]

18+ MDNI - f!reader (nasty freak boy who cums too early...i love him)

virgin!satoru who thinks he’s going to die. genuinely, he thinks his heart is about to explode out of his chest and his last memory will be the way you stare down at him with those lust-blown eyes and that awe-struck smile. why else would he be shaking like this, covered in a layer of sweat and lightheaded to the point his vision is swirling?

“are you ready, satoru?” is the only thing he can make out above the ringing in his ears - how can he tell you he only has a few moments to live when your legs are spread like this and he’s so hard it fucking hurts?

virgin!satoru who is the farthest fucking thing from ‘ready’ but he’d rather die than disappoint you, so he’s at least got to try.

with an unsteady hand he swipes the tip of his cock up and down your slit, watching the way the light sparkles with how wet you are, for him.

“you can put it in, baby,” and he fucking groans, he can barely look at you when you talk to him like that, all syrupy sweet and thick and dripping.

virgin!satoru who finally, finally, pushes himself past your entrance. his eyes are locked on the way you swallow his length, the way he’s so hot he can’t breathe, can’t get enough air in because it all smells like you.

virgin!satoru who cums before he even bottoms out. he’s trembling and whining and it only gets worse when your hands find his shoulders and pull him into you.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry, fuck-”

“it’s okay,” you coo, and he’s so fucking warm, and he’s grateful he can’t see the smile on your face because he thinks it might actually make his heart stop.

virgin!satoru who straightens his back, slowly pulls his cock out of you and watches in awe as his cum leaks down your thighs, who can’t stop himself from smearing it through your folds with his thumb, who doesn’t miss the way your pussy clenches as he does.

virgin!satoru who’s already hard again, who no longer cares if he’s dying because this must be heaven, who stares back at you with wild, unfocused eyes as he says, “i think…i think i’m ready now.”

a/n: i think i blacked out from lust writing this

[tojbnuy]

art by @ _3aem on twt!!

bestfriend!satoru who spam comments under all your posts and makes sure to let everyone know that he’s the one who took the pic

bestfriend!satoru who doesn’t ever let your read your books. he lays his head in your lap and demands you read aloud to him.

bestfriend!satoru who’s always kissing your cheeks to say hello and bye bye. sometimes they linger a bit too long but it’s only cos he finds you so cute .

bestfriend!satoru who talks suguru’s ears off about you. every detail about your outfit, the new shade of gloss you had on today, the way your ass looked absolutely perfect in those jeans. frankly suguru is sick of him.

bestfriend!satoru who sulks as soon as he finds out you’re going on a date. he’d lie on your bed with your plushies squished in between his biceps and whine about you being too pretty for this guy.

bestfriend!satoru who waits patiently for your return and can’t help but smile at your tipsy state. clearly date didn’t go too well. he helps you undress, fingers caressing the smooth silky skin of your back as he lets your dress fall.

bestfriend!satoru who gets mad when you say you’re fine to sit in sugurus lap since there aren’t any seats left in the car. he abruptly slams the car door in sugurus face and drags you over to his side. ‘come on baby you don’t sit in anyone’s lap but mine.’ and next thing you know your snug in his lap with his bulky arms wrapped tight around your waist. ‘just to keep you safe pretty.’

bestfriend!satoru who claims ‘one kiss won’t change anything’ and then he’s pressing his plush lips to yours. his tongue making its way into your mouth as his hands pet at the small of your back. ‘course it’s fine we’re best friends’

bestfriend!satoru who towers over you and always has a spare hoodie ready for you because he knows you never wrap up warm. truthfully he adores the way you look in his clothes, his hoodie reaching mid thigh on you and still you had miles of legs left on display. he’s always saying how much he loves your legs but he doesn’t think you know to what extent. plush thighs and a round ass that he had dreamt of far too many times.

bestfriend!satoru who knows it’s sick but everytime you nap in his room he picks you up and places you in his lap. just so he can feel your soft breasts pushed against him. his hands will wander until one of them is squeezing at your ass and the other is stroking the soft skin at your thighs. ‘sorry baby you’re just so pretty when you sleep’

bestfriend!satoru who peeks at you when you’re changing in his room. baby pink underwear with a little bow dotted right at the front.

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[itsoutrageouss]

It’s the first time Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley sees you cry that something in him changes profoundly. You had always had your different skill sets out on the field, it was what made you such a powerful duo for the task force. You were sly, agile, a killer in the dark and he was a brute show of force and strength, able to kill with his bare hands. You argued a lot, though. Your differences that made you work so well also made you clash time and time again. He found you annoying. You found him arrogant.

But after a mission, Ghost finds you collapsed on the floor in an empty building— Crying. He’d never seen you do that before, but he knew you were a softer more sensitive soul, you were just good at hiding it.

He was moving before he realised it, crouching down in front of you, eyes narrowed as he tried to find your gaze that was lost in a heap of warm tears. His hands got clammy and his throat dry because how could he make it stop? It was like the sight had reached in and seized a part of him long gone, maybe one he’d never found before now.

“Stop crying.” He said foolishly, but his tone had lost its usual edge, and the very rare lilt of pleading had laced into his voice. Why did he suddenly grab your shoulders and press your trembling body into his? He had no clue but he wanted to shield you from whatever had made you look so vulnerable before him.

A part of him didn’t like seeing this, didn’t recognise the garbled sound of soft sobs, the way your body’s strength seemed to evaporate into a fragile, soft one that he wanted to pick up and put back together. Another part of him was sucking in this moment, afraid it would get lost and maybe feeling a bit guilty about it. But this feeling of… was it protection? Protection, yes. He’d never had it like this before. Usually, protecting means killing and hurting. Right now it meant nurturing as your small hands reached around his neck and you curled into him. He reacted immediately, sitting down and scooping you into his lap.

He closed his eyes, his chin resting on your head with a sigh. He had no idea what came next. This had to change your dynamic in some way because he couldn’t ever look at you the same. He saw your softness and maybe he fell in love with it right there, and wanted to be the one you showed it to. Only him.

“Im sorry” You whispered into his chest. His hands flexed around you, fighting the urge to smother you even more against him.

“Dont say that. Just keep holding onto me.” His voice was more hoarse than usual as his fingers unconsciously combed through your hair.

Whatever had happened, he was sure you felt it too, or you would’ve never let him this close. And he wished for everything you would let him again one day.

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[flowerymenendez]

Your back was arched like a cat, your chest pressed against the door, your pretty and expensive dress was pulled up and your panties discarded.

His big hand was covering your mouth, preventing you from moaning while he pounds his cock inside of your pussy, his other hand grabbing your waist with such force that it made you let out a pained whine against his hand.

Your cunt was drooling and a puddle slowly grew on the floor.

Both of you were in the bathroom because he couldn't wait till get home after your pathetic teasing in front of his friends at the restaurant. It wasn't even necessary to prepare you for his massive cock, you were already soaking the chair while just staring at him, your hand rubbing the growing bulge in his pants, teasing him. You put some excuses before standing up, walking towards the restroom, his heavy footsteps following behind.

Until here you are, being fucked by your "best friend", trying not to moan loud while he pushes his throbbing cock deep inside of you, kissing your cervix multiple times until you're a trembling mess in his arms.

You came messily around his girth, trying to push him away when he keeps fucking you and you start feeling overstimulated. He comes inside of you, bumping his hot and thick sperm in your pussy, filling your guts up.

He slowly slides out, stuffing his hand in his pocket and pulling out a pretty and shiny plug. Then, he slowly pushes it into your swollen and fucked cunny, not wasting a single drop of his semen inside of you.

Minutes later, you're both back with your friends, your legs were trembling and you tried to fix your messy makeup and hair.

You both kept chatting like nothing happened, with your pussy stuffed with his cum.

I'll just let you know that you'll have the best punishment when you both get home.

And, of course, the next day you couldn't even stand up.