#finally drew him in a way that satisfies me

[cheeseatlantic]

yabadabadoooooo

!serialkillerghost x !ballerinareader

cws: graphic depictions of violence, severed body parts, protective/obsessive behaviour, dark themes (stalking, revenge) and mentions of blood and injury

Soft Hands, Sharp Teeth

The apartment was quiet when you stepped inside, the only sound your soft, unsteady breathing. The day had been long, exhausting in a way you couldn’t quite name, but it wasn’t the dancing that had left you drained—it was him.

Your dance partner.

His hands had been too much, too firm, fingers brushing where they shouldn’t. A lingering touch on your waist, an unwelcome slide of his palm against your ribs. You hadn’t said anything, too stunned, too unsure if you were overreacting. But the sick feeling in your stomach told you otherwise.

You sniffled, toeing off your ballet flats, and it was then that you noticed him.

Simon sat on the couch, one arm draped over the back, his large frame relaxed in the dim glow of the lamp. His mask was off, but the black compression shirt stretched over his broad chest, his military dog tags resting against the fabric. He was watching you, eyes sharp, assessing.

“Rough day, birdie?” His voice was low, smooth, always laced with that warmth he reserved just for you.

Your lip wobbled.

That was all it took.

He was on his feet in an instant, crossing the space between you, his hands coming up to cup your face. His palms were rough, calloused, but his touch was so gentle. Like he thought you might break.

“Tell me.”

Your fingers curled into his sleeves, seeking comfort. “It’s stupid,” you mumbled.

His brows drew together. “Not if it upset you.”

You swallowed, looking down. “My dance partner… I didn’t like how he touched me.”

Silence.

It stretched long enough that you finally glanced up at him, only to find his expression completely blank. No anger, no frustration—just nothing.

“Where?” His voice was too calm.

You hesitated, then lifted a hand, touching your waist. “Here. And… here.” You traced a spot over your ribs. “I don’t think he meant anything by it, but—”

“You don’t have to defend him.” His fingers curled slightly against your skin. “You didn’t like it. That’s enough.”

You exhaled shakily, nodding. Simon had always made you feel safe, even if you didn’t fully understand why. He was a soldier, a protector—your protector.

His thumb brushed over your cheek. “You’re tired,” he murmured. “Go to bed, yeah?”

“But—”

“Shh.” His lips quirked, something almost amused in his expression. “That’s an order, little ballerina.”

You huffed but let him lead you to bed, tucking you beneath the soft covers. He sat beside you for a long moment, stroking your hair, waiting until your breathing evened out.

You didn’t hear him leave.

SIMON’S POV

It wasn’t hard to find the bastard.

He was a predictable little shit—smug, unassuming, the type of man who thought he was untouchable because no one had ever given him a reason to believe otherwise. Simon followed him from the studio, let him drink with his mates at the bar, let him laugh like he hadn’t laid hands on her.

Then he cornered him in the alley behind the building.

The man barely had time to react before Simon shoved him up against the damp brick, gloved fingers pressing against his windpipe just enough to scare. Not enough to kill.

Yet.

“You like putting your hands where they don’t belong?” His voice was smooth, almost amused.

The man choked, grasping at Simon’s wrist. “W-what the fuck—”

Simon didn’t let him finish. He slammed his head back against the wall with a satisfying crack and watched as the fight drained out of him.

“You don’t touch her.” His voice dropped lower, dangerous. “Not her waist. Not her ribs. Not her fucking shadow. You understand?”

The man whimpered, nodding weakly.

Simon smiled. “Good.”

Then he pulled the knife.

The screams didn’t last long.

A soft knock at your door roused you from sleep. You stretched, blinking blearily as you padded across the apartment. Outside, resting on the doorstep, was a pristine white box, wrapped in a delicate pink ribbon.

Your lips curled into a sleepy smile. Simon always gave you little gifts—things he thought you’d like, trinkets and sweets, small tokens of affection. You carried the box inside, settling at the table as you untied the ribbon and lifted the lid.

Inside, nestled in layers of delicate white tissue paper, were two severed hands.

Familiar hands.

Hands that forced themselves onto you.

Your stomach twisted, a sharp inhale catching in your throat, but before you could process it, a note slipped free from the tissue, fluttering onto the table.

Won’t be touching you again, birdie.

Your heartbeat pounded against your ribs.

You should have screamed. You should have been horrified.

Instead, warmth crept up your neck, something dark curling low in your belly. Because deep down, beneath all the innocence, all the softness—

You knew exactly who had left you this gift.

And you knew he was only protecting what was his.

[kajenus]

Grestin ⁉️‼️

[pseudowho]

Link to Furry Little Problem (where you, Nanami Kento's wife, are turned into a cat for a week) here!

And, a link to @yuutaguro's exquisite art for Part One

It had been almost a week since you had turned back into a human, and Kento had seen most traces of the four-paws-and-sharp-claws Cat You, bleed away.

Most, at least; what concerned Kento, was that you weren't completely normal. He could overlook the way you would turn, and turn, and turn on the spot before settling onto the sofa. He could forgive the way you would spin on a pinhead, phantom ears pricked and still as the grave, at every little noise past the front door.

Kento drew the line, however, when you shot up from the dining table mid dinner conversation, to run headfirst into the patio doors with a thud. The sparrow that had landed just outside twittered, and flew away, as you sat, dazed. Kento buried his face in his hands.

"I'm sure it's not that bad, Nanami," Shoko had tutted, inviting you both into her office. "I'm sure it will just...just take, uh..."

You had been forced to pause at the door, to bat and chew at the loping leaves of her little pot plant. As Kento, ever patient and gentle, guided you with whispered reassurances away from the pot plant, and to the sofa, Shoko's clipboard drooped.

You dug your nails into the couch for a few seconds, pricking it all over, before sitting down in your seat with a satisfied little wiggle, and a smile.

Shoko's eyes flicked from you, to Kento, to you, and began, awkward.

"Let's...get a baseline, shall we? See how much of the cat still remains." Shoko reached behind her, rustling in a bag, before placing something long and green on the table before you. "I have a cucumb--"

You shot into the air like you were on springs, landing with a crash behind Shoko's sofa. The room was silent. Shoko's cigarette idly smoked in her ashtray. Kento buried his fingers into his hair, his elbows on his knees.

"Tell me...uh...tell me some of your experiences from the Cat Week, please, Nyanyami--"

Kento glared at Shoko.

The top of your head rose slowly up from behind the sofa, staring at the cucumber with an unhealthy amount of suspicion.

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"Stop that," Kento snapped at you, pausing the movie. You, toe-beaned and glossy and sweet, tilted your furry little head sideways. Kento could almost see the question mark over your head as you stared at him, unblinking and eerie.

The room was dark, save for the little lamp in the corner. The movie sat, inanimate. Kento felt a prickle up his spine; the shadows were thrown long and the room felt many-eyed and still. Kento stared you down. You stared Kento down. Kento narrowed his eyes. You tilted your head to the other side. A clock ticked.

"Meow," you said.

"I mean it," rumbled Kento, stern, "stop it."

You blinked, and chirped, and turned back to the movie. Kento breathed out a shaky sigh, and restarted it.

Five minutes later, Kento dropped the remote with a clatter, cursing.

"Stop staring behind me-- there's nothing behind me-- that's it, we're going to bed--"

Your unwavering gaze into the gloom behind Kento, was interrupted by him picking you up and slinging you over his shoulder. You chirped in protest.

"Mew-- meooooow--"

"I warned you, stop being creepy. It's bedtime for you, madam."

"Meow."

"Yes, I'll rub your tummy, just stop doing the thing--"

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"I'm recommending Ino for the initiative. I think it would be good experience for him, in his plan to progress to--to...darling, please--"

Kento's face on the computer screen was obscured first by furry little face, then a body that dragged hair across his chest, and finally a jaunty little tail, raised and flicking. The other Zoom call participants were silent as Kento lowered you to the floor, where you fizzled up at him in tiny irritation.

"I apologise," Kento sighed to awkward silence, "just my wife--"

Clatter-- clatter-- clack.

The screen flickered. The Zoom call expanded, and shrunk, and expanded, and shrunk, and finally ended. Kento leaned back in his chair, watching you settle on his keyboard. You batted at the mouse, until it landed with a sad little clatter onto the office floor.

You looked at Kento, all pink nose and innocence. Kento's eyes narrowed. He looked into your eyes, looking past the cat to the you within.

"...you know exactly what you're doing, don't you, you absolute terror--"

"Meow," you replied, rolling onto your back to keyboard clatter, and showing him your belly.

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"Meow--"

"--no, you listen to me-- you did that on purpose--"

"Mew--meow, mrrrrow--"

"--don't give me that, you always hated that tie-- awfully convenient--"

"Mew, mew, meow--"

The neighbour watched, slack-jawed and confused, as his neighbour argued with a cat over a brandished, shredded red tie.

What was stranger, was when the cat seemed to argue back. The neighbour's little pot plant overflowed, the watering can slack in his hand.

"--we shall have words when I'm home," Nanami clipped, handing the tie back to you with a glare. You took it in your teeth, imperious as you turned your furry little back to him.

And so began the rumour amongst the neighbours, that Nanami Kento had gone mad.

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"Meow."

You bopped your head against Kento's shin. Gojo watched the vein throb in his temple.

"Meow."

You bopped your head onto Kento again, brushing up against his legs, and brushing, and brushing, and bopping your head. Kento ignored you, utterly steadfast. Gojo gulped.

"Ah, Nanami, I...I think she's hungry--"

"--she is not hungry, she's only just eaten breakfast--"

"Meow," you said. You dragged a plate to your usual spot at the dinner table with your teeth. You nosed a knife and fork into place next to it. You sat by it, staring at Kento. A few seconds passed. You pressed your paw to the middle of the plate, more insistent now, ticked off. "Meow."

Gojo felt a bead of sweat drop down his soul.

Kento spoke, uncharacteristically mild.

"You know, this is one part of her that's really not all that different to when she's human."

"Meow--"

"--yes, I'll get you a snack, give me a minute--"

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"Yo, Nanamin! A package arrived for you."

"Ahh, Yuuji. Good. Bring it to the staffroom, please."

A rip. A rustle. You, circling round Kento as he rummaged in a box. Your tail twitched, and flicked, excited, excited, excited--

Boff.

A big, glass fishbowl was placed onto the staffroom table. Thrilled, you sprung up, and promptly poured yourself into the bowl, your form melting to fill the space perfectly. Your head peeped out of the top of the bowl. You purred.

Kento looked delighted. Yuuji tried not to laugh.

"How, er...how much was that fishbowl, Nanamin?"

"It doesn't matter how much it cost. She likes it, don't you? Yes, you do. Yes you do."

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"Ex-excuse me, uhm...would you mind not hanging around outside the womens' bathrooms? We're starting to feel, uhm...uncomfortable."

Kento raised his eyebrows. He pushed his glasses up his nose. He bowed.

"I apologise. I assure you, I'm waiting for my wife--"

A toilet flushed behind closed doors. A scritch-scratch-scritch-scratch at the handle. The door edged open.

"Ah, there she is-- my apologies-- good afternoon--"

A cat ran out with toilet paper stuck to its back foot. Kento followed.

A small crowd of women turned to watch them leave, utterly perplexed.

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Kento arrived home with a sigh. The day had been long. His shoulders ached, heavy with the burden of work and worry, missing his wife, and he walked through the corridor, calling for you and--

"My lov-- Jesus Christ!"

You leapt out from the staircase, all four paws out in a clawed jazz-hands of death, and yowled at Kento, before skittering away.

Kento leant back against the wall, holding his chest, his glasses askew. He sounded so desperately weary, when he spoke.

"...please stop jumping out at me, you are ageing me--"

From somewhere deep inside the house, "Meow."

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Kento couldn't remember the last time he ran around his garden like this. But he did, running, panting, his shirt sleeves rolled up and his tie abandoned in the flowerbeds and a quirked little half-smile on his face.

He hid behind a forget-me-not blue Hydrangea, trying to silence his breaths, listening, and listening, and--

"Meow!"

Kento laughed, deep and husky, as you shot through the bushes, finding him in seconds. He burst out, running across the garden, and feeling you catch up fast, and jump onto his back, and--

Kento grabbed you, his hands huge and warm and gentle. He fell onto his back on the grass, holding you aloft, where you gazed down at him with as much love as a cat could gaze at a human. Except you weren't a cat, were you?

The sun shone your fur into effervescence. Kento sighed, suspending you in one hand and stroking your cheeks and whiskers with the other.

"This is...nice," he whispered. "Fun. We should...we should do this again. When you're back."

You dropped down onto his chest. You nuzzled your nose against his, over, and over, and over, your two front paws clutching his cheeks with joy.

Kento accepted your feline kisses with a faint sting of tears in his nose.

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"Perhaps there's something about her that always connected on a spiritual level with cats?"

Kento glared at Shoko. "Are you suggesting my wife is more feline than human?"

Shoko smirked. She looked over to you, curled up on the sofa, fast asleep, with Kento's tan suit jacket covering your body.

"She'll come back. Maybe she'll get her comeuppance one day, for all the trouble she caused you. But in the meantime...she's kind of cute."

Kento scoffed, stroking your hair behind your ear. He could have sworn he heard you purr.

"Nonsense. She was always cute."

[poguelandiarafe]

thinking about surprising drew by getting your nipples pierced <3 (aka me living vicariously through y/n because i’m terrified of the pain)

masterlist

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“i need to show you something.”

“should i be concerned?” drew teases, suspicion creeping across his face.

you laugh and shake your head, stepping closer to him. he puts his phone down so you have his full attention, interest peaking when you settle yourself on his lap. the loose t-shirt you’re wearing brushes against your sensitive nipples causing you to grimace slightly. his eyes trail over you face as you debate whether to tell him first or just show him. you decide on the latter.

in one swift motion, your t-shirt is discarded on the floor, exposing your bare chest. drew’s eyebrows furrow in confusion until he notices the silver piercings.

his jaw drops in shock, “fuck, no way.”

“you like them then?” you chuckle, satisfied with his reaction.

he can’t take his eyes off your chest, blinking multiple times as if processing what you’ve done. he’d heard you talk about doing it a million times, but he never thought he’d see the day you actually did.

“i can’t believe you finally did it. shit, they look so good.” he groans, hands instinctively going to touch them before he stops, “how long?”

you know what he’s asking, and it pains you to tell him, “at least six to eight weeks.”

his head shoots up and his eyes widen, “eight weeks! baby, that’s like… two months. i can’t go that long without touching them, that’s torture.”

you roll your eyes playfully, leaning back to grab your shirt and put it back on, “i’m sure you’ll survive.”

“i won’t.” he sighs dramatically, hands squeezing your hips instead.

“you’ll have to.”

you lean into him, pressing a kiss to his lips which he tries to deepen. but you don’t let him, finding it much more amusing to fully climb off his lap and disappear into the kitchen.

“you’re killing me, y/l/n.” he murmurs, getting up and following you.

a proud smirk graces your lips as you feel him press up against you from behind, muscular arms encircling your waist to keep you flush against his chest.

“yet you still love me, starkey.”

[hazelfoureyes]

The Big Part

Alastor x Virgin FemReader smut

(part 2)

You were dead, it was time to divest yourself of your virginity. When you ask Alastor, he takes to the task immediately. Unfortunately, he seems to enjoy surprising you.

warnings/promises: Alastor x Reader smut, Alastor dislikes getting naked, virginity does not rock, possessive Alastor, head pats, reader is an adult she’s just a nervous idiot bad at words

Horny little deer cult: @frompeach , @chirimeimei , @poppingaround , @polytheatrix , @itsmskeisha , @stygianoir , @celestial-vomit , @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx , @amurtan

minors dni, this isn’t educational in the slightest and is just straight smut

It made sense, at the time. You didn’t want a relationship and you didn’t want to meet a stranger you couldn’t trust, that left very few people to ask. Husk would say no, and probably stop serving you drinks. Angel would most likely agree, but you were a little intimidated by his experience. That left Alastor. While you hadn’t spent much time together, your interactions were always cordial. And plus, this was hell. Isn’t this kind of situation a sinners dream come true?

For most, maybe. But you didn’t know Alastor. Not yet, not really. Everything he did had some ulterior motive. Perhaps nothing he had ever done was simply selfless. If Alastor wasn’t gaining something, Alastor wasn’t interested.

You caught him in the hallway one evening after redemption-oriented activities, deciding to get the moment over with as quickly as possible.

“It’s a favor, little… odd. But you’re the only person I have to ask.” Your eyes darted around his face, down the hall, up the walls, anywhere really but his eyes.

“I’m all ears!” Alastor tapped the microphone to the ground with a satisfying ‘thud’.

Oh— you had rehearsed this but you hadn’t prepared to be staring at that large, toothy grin. It wasn’t unsettling, it was just distracting. Would he be smiling the entire time he… ya know.

“I am,” you steepled your hands, pointing them at him, “a virgin.” You paused, hoping maybe he’d just infer the rest and you could stop talking.

His face was motionless save his eyelids rising up.

“And I don’t want to be. Anymore.” Your lips pursed together. C’mon, Alastor. Figure it out.

Alastor nodded.

You dragged your fingers down your face, “Would you help me with that?”

His head cocked to the side like a golden retriever being handed a book on ancient Egypt. Very nice offer but what exactly do I do with it?

“Help how, precisely?” He finally spoke, tone unchanged from any normal topic of discussion. Alastor watched your face scrunch up, mouth moving around words you abandoned half way through. You weren’t saying anything, just making panicked sounds. “I find annunciation most helpful when wanting to be understood, dear.”

You wanted to somersault out the nearest window. “Alastor will you take my virginity?”

“Take it where?”

You groaned, he laughed, “Just kidding, my dear! All in good fun. So, to be clear, you would like your first sexual experience to be with me?” He pointed the microphone from you to him.

You nodded, “Yes, please.”

His smile seemed to strain. Staring down at you, he tried to understand what your motivation was for this. But as he looked into your big, concerningly innocent eyes, he realized there was none. You really, simply, want him to be the first.

Ooh, as he thought it, he felt his pulse quicken in his lap. The first. A spot no one else could take. For the rest of your afterlife, he would always be the one who was first in you. A delicious thought. He could work with that.

“Are you free now?” He leaned down to your level.

“Oh. I wasn’t-,”

“Expecting immediacy? Perfect, the element of surprise has never failed me before.” His hand wrapped around your waist and drew you in to his chest, there was a rush of cold air over your skin before you felt yourself falling back.

It was soft, the room was dark, save for a small floor lamp in the corner. Your room, you realized.

“I didn’t know you knew my room number.”

“It’s my job to know everything about the hotel.” He said, tossing your shoes behind him. Was this happening now? Right now?

“I can do it, it’s, it’s fine.” You sat up and began undoing your pants. Alastor just standing there, watching. Smiling. Fuck, was it going to be this awkward the entire time? Should you say something? Touch him? You were lifting the hem of your shirt when you realized he was still fully dressed. “Are you going to take off your clothes?”

“Why would I do that?” Head lolled to the side.

You stopped mid-way through unhooking your bra, “Alastor you do know I was asking you to fuck me, right?”

He nodded. Maybe this was a mistake.

After taking off your bra, and finally your panties, you crawled to the top of your bed and drew your knees to your chest. Your feet hid your sex from view. Heart racing, but it wasn’t excitement, as you had anticipated. It was nerves. Would it hurt? Would you make a stupid face? What if he didn’t like the sounds you made? What if you regretted it after?

Alastor got on the bed on his knees, undoing his belt buckle but not his pants. The way he looked at you, your heart skipped a beat. You suddenly remembered he was called the ‘cannibal deer’ as you saw something akin to hunger in his eyes.

“What experience do you have?” His voice was suddenly low, deeper than before. This wasn’t the pun loving radio man you saw prodding the staff.

“I dated. Before. Kissing, um, I don’t know the bases. Groping?” You grimaced, it sounded so formal.

“Have you ever,” he began to slink toward you on his hands and knees, red eyes glowing in the dim light of your room, “been entered?”

Your cheeks burned, your head suddenly swayed as if it was half full of water and someone tipped you over. “Just myself, my,” you lifted your hand.

“Show me.”

All the air left the room, sucked out of your lungs and into his grin.

Uncrossing your feet, you tried to open your thighs without seperating your knees. It didn’t work, but you still managed to get a hand between your legs and to your entrance. You could have cried, you were soaking wet to an embarrassing degree. Your eyes return to Alastor, his gaze never leaving you. Even as you slipped a finger, then two, into yourself. You thought for sure he would want to watch your hands playing with your wet pussy but no, his eyes stayed on your face. Somehow, that was worse.

A shaky sigh escaped, your eyes closing as you tried to focus on relaxing around your digits.

Your head smacked against the headboard when you felt a third finger enter. Not yours. Your eyes flew back open to see him now directly in front of you.

“Two won’t do, dear.” He spun his finger around, pulling slightly at the thin skin of your entrance. “Unless you’d prefer this to hurt?”

You shook your head no, still stinging from the impact you had made. “May I?” His hand took your wrist and removing your fingers. Swiping your wetness from your ass to your clit, he coated his claw-like digits and pushed three back in. They were longer than yours, sharper. You could feel he moved gently, in and out. Your head was heavy, breath short and fast.

He laughed, bringing your consciousness fully back into the room, “Already wanting to change your mind?”

You shook your head side to side, still too embarrassed to speak, and took a grounding breath to help your body accept his fingers. He took his time, sliding in and out of you. His fingers picking up the slick and letting it lubricate your lips. It was so slow, the only pleasure for you was knowing it wasn’t your hand doing it.

But then his stretching of your hole stopped, and he grabbed both of your knees from underneath and pulled you down toward him. Now on your back, legs up and in his hands, you heard his belt slide through the loopholes, his zipper drop. You wanted to look, but you also absolutely did not want to look.

Your knees came together when you felt something hot and round at your entrance. “Ah-ah,” He opened them immediately. He reached for one of your hands, and brought it down to his cock. It was so hard under your fingers, but gave a little when you squeezed. It made him hiss.

“You tell me when to stop, little doe.” He pressed into your opening, pulled back. Pressed in, just barely making it past your lips, pulled back. He kept this pressing and pulling, head making slightly more leeway every time. Your fingers were holding right behind the tip.

“How about this, dear. I’ll just get the head in for now. Manageable!”

“Just— just get the big part in first?” You asked, the pressure at your entrance building with every shallow thrust.

He laughed, nodding as he held both of your knees further apart. When he attempted to get past the curve of his cock’s head, your hands flew down to press against his thigh, pushing back with the intrusion. Alastor stilled, sighed, and pressed his head fully in with a determined thrust. Instinctively, your feet came to his chest and tried to push away from him. It felt like you were being torn down the middle, your body forced apart at your most sensitive junction. He held you still now by the ankles, legs splayed in the air.

It burned where your walls were pushed aside. Stinging where the skin tore slightly just beneath your hole, unable to stretch.

“Breath, sweetheart.” He set your ankles down. “Does it hurt?”

You nodded.

“I’ll stay here for a bit,” he settled on his legs, looking down at where he was connected to you. Your pink little pussy looking positively overwhelmed by his cock. No one has ever been here before, and he could feel it. Your walls were pressing so hard against him his shaft was slightly curved from the force pushing his head out. You still had so much to take, there was so much more of you for him to explore. You tried to calm your breathing but your heart was racking against your sternum.

Hand reaching down again, you let your fingers count little paces from his core to yours. You knew the hardest part was over, but that didn’t bring much comfort as you felt how far you still had to go.

Alastor let his eyes wander away from your not-so-virgin cunt to your face. Your expression was twisted, not pained but clearly uncomfortable.

“How does it feel?” He asked, gesturing to your lap with a nod of his head.

“Full, so full.”

His cackle disheartened you, “Darling I am no where done filling you up.”

You clenched when he said it, earning a small groan from him. You were already too tight, when you spasmed on him it was nearly painful. There was more to do yet, more of you to claim as his. Just the tip of his cock was simply not enough.

His hips started moving again, the folds of his head pulling at the skin of your entrance but not actually crossing the barrier. He was gently rocking, barely making friction between you two. Your hand clawed at his knee, breath hitching. You let an airy moan slip, his head no longer an intrusion but something hot and melty barely rubbing your walls. It started to feel almost good.

Alastor’s cock was throbbing, his shaft touch-starved and desperate for the heat of your cunt. Your face was relaxing now, eyes blinking around new sensations. He wanted to see you experience more, more firsts and frighteningly foreign pleasures. He wanted to see you scared of how good he could make you feel. Alastor wanted you to never feel whole again without him buried balls deep in you.

“Can you take more?” His voice was like gravel, a radio static crackling in.

You met his eyes, glowing still in the dim light, wide and nearly frenzied in their dilation. His smile was practically beaming down at you.

“I don’t know.” You were scared to move forward, even though you wanted more.

“I don’t like liars.” A pop of electricity arcing at the end of his words. You pulled a pillow over your face, trying to hide from the reaction you knew he’d have as his voice made you tighten around him. “Your body says otherwise,” he hissed.

You wanted to say ‘yes’, if this could feel good then how great would all of him feel? But you were scared to vocalize it. Scared to make it start. Alastor lifted the pillow, “I need to see you, dear.” He set it beside his leg, “Do you remember what I said earlier?”

Brow furrowed, you shook your head. His grin widened to his ears as his hands slid down your thighs to your hips and he sank his cock to the hilt.

The element of surprise definitely made the nerves of saying ‘yes’ dissipate, but you were now choking on your breath, hands gripping at the blankets beneath you. Was this normal? Was he too far inside you? You felt nauseous, your guts prodded by Alastor’s member.

“How does it feel now?” He watched your eyes scanning the ceiling for an answer. You felt sure there was no way his head could leave you ever again. It was so snuggly fit in you, you feared you’d be pulled inside out. “Words, dear.”

You sat up on your elbows, sweating from the nerves of it all. “Like there’s a big stick stuck in me.”

“Accurate!” He laughed, and began pulling out. You whined, head dropping back. Almost taking himself out completely, he paused before thrusting back in. The head of his cock dragged against your walls, you could feel him with such detail. Every inch of him leaving impressions behind. Alastor could feel it too, how your soft warmth moved out of his way with every push. How pliable your womb was to his intrusions.

More. You could take more, he was positive of it.

Slowly, your moans began to get louder as the pressure faded into pleasure. Every time he bottomed out, you jumped. Every time he pulled out, you wanted to chase after him with your hips.

Watching your face soften, eyes now watery, Alastor was sure you were relaxed enough. He grabbed the pillow beside him, lifting your ass and sliding it under the small of your back. You didn’t ask, just waited to see what the point was. Dissatisfied, he grabbed another and added it under you.

Your hips were up, ass hanging over the ledge the pillows made, back bent upward. When he began to thrust again, you whinced feeling a new part of you widen for him. “Can you see me?” You looked at him when he said it, but he grabbed your hand and placed it beneath your belly button. When he pushed back in, you could feel his cock beneath your hand. Moving it, you watched your stomach bulge slightly when he was completely sheathed in you.

“Oh fuck-,” your head fell back into the bed, it was too much to feel let alone to watch, “Too deep.”

He hummed an acknowledgement, picking up his pace. “Let me see how you cum.”

Your face was hot, reluctantly bringing your hand to your clit and rubbing.

No, this wasn’t a mistake at all. If anything you regretted not asking sooner.

His thrusts now brought lightning to your core, your finger quickening in speed with the realization of just how good he could feel.

Studying your face still, he adjusted his angle until he saw the muscles in your neck tighten. He knew he found your g-spot, your moans dipping into cries.

“I can’t—,” You couldn’t get over the hump, knowing he was watching you, waiting for you.

“You can”, the lights flickered, his eyes now black with small red pupils illuminating your naked body, “and you will, my dear.” One of his hands stopped pressing finger sized bruises into your hips to instead push your own finger aside. The wide pad of his thumb took over and began thrumming you fast and hard.

That familiar build up of pleasure was stronger than you’d ever felt it, and when it finally snapped your muscles from your thighs to your toes cramped. How long had you been tensing?

You practically sobbed into the crook of your arm, Alastor’s hips slowing but still carrying you through your orgasm. They moved slower and slower, until stopping entirely. His head popped out of you, leaving you feeling hollow. Cold.

Eyes wet and blurry, you looked up at him, “Aren’t you going to finish?”

“If we do everything now, what ‘first’ will we have for tomorrow night? And the night after that?” He smiled, member already hidden away and pants buttoned. Your thighs twitched. “Same time tomorrow, little doe?”

You covered your face with both hands, and nodded.

His big hand came to your head and patted you gently, “Good girl.”

I hope you liked it 🥺 I don’t feel as confident about this one. Fun fact, my first time involved bondage. Very on brand, huh? 💖

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Gonna start calling his dick ‘the element of surprise’. You look tired today! What happened? Oh the element of surprise kept me up all night.

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𓈒ENHYPEN REACTION WHEN YOU SAY "CAN I KISS YOU MORE?" ˒

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HEESEUNG (이희승)

heeseung's reaction was swift, a playful glint in his eyes as your words hung in the air. "princess, are you kidding me? of course you can," he murmured, his grip on your waist tightening as he drew you closer. his gaze lingered on your lips, a smirk playing on his face, before he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a firm, heated kiss. he tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss, savoring the moment. your fingers found their way to the nape of his neck, holding him close as the kiss intensified. when you finally pulled back, catching your breath, he looked at you with a satisfied grin. "I'm glad you asked that question, princess," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth and affection.

rest of the members below !!

JAY (박종성)

jay's reaction was immediate, a mix of surprise "are you joking? anytime, i'll let you kiss me more, my love," he chuckled softly. leaning in, he left the space between you, allowing you to close the gap. as your kiss deepened, jay's demeanor shifted, his touch becoming more assertive. his arms wrapped around your waist, effortlessly lifting you onto the counter for a better angle. you found yourself lost in the sensation, fingers tangling in his hair. when you finally pulled back, breathless, jay's gaze lingered on your now-swollen lips. "another round?" he teased with a smirk.

JAKE (심재윤)

jake's reaction was well── he wanted a kiss from you, his eyes had been lingering on your lips for the past minute. when you finally asked, without needing to say a word, he didn't hesitate. his lips met yours eagerly, fingers intertwining with yours as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. pulling back slightly, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your skin. "how did you read my mind, baby?" he whispered, his voice husky with desire. there was a hunger in his gaze, as if he couldn't get enough of you, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on the back of your hand. 

SUNGHOON (박성훈)

sunghoon's reaction was initially stunned, blinking as he processed your question, clearly caught off guard. for a moment, he seemed lost in thought, considering his response carefully. then, a smirk slowly spread across his face, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "you want me so bad, hm?" he teased, his voice low and playful. he winked at you, his gaze dropping to your lips. "I won't mind another kiss..." he murmured, his lips brushing against yours in a teasing gesture.

SUNOO (김선우)

sunoo's reaction was as adorable as ever, a warm smile spreading across his face at your request. "anything for you, baby," he nodded sweetly, his eyes filled with affection. without hesitation, he leaned in closer, allowing you to shower him with soft kisses all over his face. his hands finding yours and intertwining his fingers with yours. his cheeks turned a faint shade of pink.

JUNGWON (양정원)

jungwon's reaction was a mix of surprise and eagerness, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he processed your bold request. "are you sure?" he teased softly, his eyes gleaming with desire. when you nodded in response, he didn't waste another moment. effortlessly, he pulled you onto his lap, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss. his arms instinctively wrapped around your hips, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. as he finally pulled back, a smirk tugged at his lips, his gaze holding yours with a playful challenge. "was that good enough, or should I kiss it better?" he murmured huskily, his voice laced with a hint of mischief and undeniable desire.

RIKI (西村力)

riki's reaction was initially a mix of confusion and disbelief when you asked, "are you serious?" he chuckled nervously, trying to maintain his cool demeanor despite the obvious blush creeping up his cheeks. as you persisted, his composure began to crack. his eyes darted nervously, avoiding yours for a moment before finally meeting your gaze. without another word, he leaned in hesitantly, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that quickly deepened. his hands found yours, fingers intertwining as he pulled you closer, unable to resist the longing he had been hiding. as the kiss lingered, riki finally pulled back, his cheeks still flushed but a shy smile playing on his lips. "you caught me," he admitted softly, his eyes finally meeting yours.

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HE LOVES IT WHEN I...

∞ ₒ ˚ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂♡ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° ˚ ₒ synopsis! sugar daddies have a sweet tooth for all their sugar babies. but for you, these rich dilfs are ready to spoil you rotten for all your cute quirks!

∞ ₒ ˚ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂♡ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂° ˚ ₒ pairings! sugar daddy bokuto koutarou, ushijima waktoshi, and akaashi keiji x fem! reader

∞ ₒ ˚ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂♡ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂° ˚ ₒ cw! 1.7k, drabble + headcannon format, age gap (hq men are early 40s, reader is late 20s), car sex, oral ( m -> f), daddy kink, backshots, fingering, mirror sex, teasing, slight degrading, use of petnames

∞ ₒ ˚ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂° ˚ ₒ xoxo, chris! sigh...i love bokuto sm! he can eat me 25/8. ushi can too!

pt.1

Sugardaddy!Bokuto loves it when you say thank you.

It turns him on to unbelievable lengths. It follows the same old routine, one he doesn’t plan to change anytime soon. Each time you accepted yet another bag filled with your latest hauls, you turned to the doting man, his hand eagerly waiting to catch your own. 

With a faint smile present on your lips, the soft coos of your voice rose to Bokuto’s ear, coaxing for his copal hues to widen. The pair of words were simple mannerisms, instilled from a young age for all. But whenever it rolled off your tongue, the porcelain shades of Bokuto’s skin couldn’t hold back the innocent hues of red from surfacing. 

All he needed to hear was your pretty mouth say it one more time that day, just once more. 

“Aht, don’t push my head away. That’s just mean,” Bokuto pouted, the pads of his fingers digging into the limp plush of your calves. He’s got all his weigh on you, pushing you down onto the backseat of his car. You winced mindlessly, your hazy eyes flickering among the space Bokuto occupied between your legs. Your fingers lazily carded through his locks, strength dwindling by the second.

 “B-Bo…I can’t take anymore,” you slurred, resting your head along the sleek platinum headboard. You couldn’t begin to comprehend what snapped inside Bokuto, his insistence leading to you gasping for a lick of air. He didn’t give you time to slip from the citrine dress you wore, only to be bunched around your bucking hips. 

“‘M so sorry, Princess. You just looked so good today, I wanted a piece of you,” he mumbled incoherently, his busy lips latching onto the twitching bud of your clit. He's relentless, working the slicked muscles to paint sticky strokes along the bud.  

He’d been tucked away in his own heaven, relishing in every drop of your essence that spilled into his mouth. He pulled at least three orgasms from you this way, each one slower than the last. 

“Wait–I can’t cum again, Bokuto please!” you sobbed, your back forcing out a harsh arch. You frantically nudged yourself deeper into Bokuto’s hold, your hips swiping at whatever could be caught. 

Sharing in your urgency, Bokuto kept his tongue pressed into your folds, the voids of his eyes taking in the sight before him. He always did love when you chased after your own high, using him however you saw fit. 

He pulled his hindering grip from your legs, allowing for your thighs to smother him in a swift close. Not another syllable had to be uttered as you approached your high, both hands grasping handfuls of Bokuto’s hair. 

A bubbling fit of words fled from your lips, Bokuto giggling at the view. He drew himself from your cunt, placing a final kiss onto the exposed bundle of nerves. He rested back onto his haunches, keeping his hunkering figure hovered above your own. 

As he swiped the pad of his thumb along the spit-ridden mess of your lips, he whispered to your dazed visage gently. “Be nice and use your words. Now, what do you say fr’ me, Baby?”

Through your heavy lashes, you mustered the bits of energy to respond, granting a satisfied smirk to creep onto Bokuto’s face.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Sugardaddy!Ushijima loves it when you spend his money.

God, does he love it? The swipes of his card, the sifting through the thick bills tucked away in his wallet, Ushijima was addicted to it all. He didn’t even have to say a word, your hand already reaching for whatever mode of payment he had for the day. 

You weren’t aware of it, but there was a special glint that illuminated the olive hues of his eyes. Maybe it was how you twirled the thin sheet of plastic between your fingers, whistling some tune to pass the moments of processing. 

He was obsessed with the fact that every heel beneath the soles of your feet, every ring that hugged your finger, and every dress that clung to your body was all his doing, all stemming from the fruits of his labor. 

When that gratifying giggle rang from your throat, it was enough to fuel a flame within Ushijima’s belly—something he knew would be extinguished soon.

“I can’t hear you, Sweetheart,” Ushijima groaned, his hand prying from your stuttering hips. You lifted your head from the tear-stained pillow, pulling the swell of your lip through your teeth. “It’s so fucking good, Toshi! I w-want more,” you keened, eyes rolling to the back of your skull. 

Ushijima returned to the sight laid before him, the plump curves of your ass pressed against his tensed abdomen. Tracing down the arch of your spine, he was met with the glassy voids of your lidded eyes, spools of drool decorating your lips. 

Taking a provoking turn, he drew his hips from their post, dragging his length from your walls. He chuckled at the sound of your cries, the sadist whims surfacing to the forefront of Ushijima’s mind.

“C’mon Baby, you gotta work for all those bags you got today,” he surmised, landing a playful smack on your ass. The mewling whimpers from your lungs came to a sudden halt once you noticed what Ushijima held in the palm of his hand.

The hefty stack of blue bills sat snug in his hand, waving them to your gawking glance. “If you can make me cum just like this, I’ll add everything in my hand to your allowance,” Ushijima wagered snarkily. “Deal?”

With a sheepish nod, you agreed to take on Ushijima’s bet, planting your weakened knees into the mattress. A heavy breath brewed inside your lungs, acting as encouragement for your newly placed endeavors. Ushijima knew all too well how big he was, considering he was always so insistent on taking charge. 

Yet watching his pretty girl struggle to take him was just one of his favorite pastimes as of late.

With the single dive of your hips, your walls enveloped Ushijima’s cock in the viscid warmth once more. A stout arch coaxed itself into your spine as a keening sob sang from your lips. An overwhelming euphoria was placed upon your weary body, stemming from fullness residing within your cunt. Your digits dug into the cotton plush of the pillow, barely grounding your mind.

“Fuck–you must really want it, don’t you Baby?” Ushijima chuckled raggedly, the faint patterns of stars clouding his vision. He hadn’t anticipated your eagerness, the swift drops of your hips resting against his flexed abdomen. He felt everything, every twitch of your walls, every roll of your hips, even every kiss the head of his cock pressed into your cervix. 

The explicit clash of skin began the soft comforting tunes to Ushijima’s ears, hiding his blissful whimpers behind the music. His eyes were trained to the unfolding scene, from tracing the slick sheen of sweat dusting the curve of your back to catching each wave that passed through the supple skin of your ass. Reminding of something that of a fever dream, Ushijima melded into the amorous aura, quickly forgetting the bet he’d made with you. 

Giving in to his fading sense of self, Ushijima drizzled the stack of bills along your body, each one drifting to cover the sheets beneath you both. With his hand now free, Ushijima reached out to you, cupping your chin as he presented you with a single rhetorical question. 

“Who’s my rich little slut?”

Sugardaddy! Akaashi loves it when you flaunt your new clothes.

He finds it to be the highlight of his day. It’s even become his sense of downtime from the frantic day, hopping from shop to shop all across the city. He’ll sit in his favorite leather armchair with a cup of the richest brandy in hand, watching your giddy reflection paraded about through the mirror. 

“Don’t you look pretty? Told you this color suits you best, Sweetheart,” Akaashi cooed, his chin nuzzled within the crook of your neck. You couldn’t bother to respond to his compliment, not with his thick digits drawing relaxed circles along the supple bud of your clit. You clawed at his forearm in protest, the silk fabric of his dress shirt catching each scratch of your nails.

Perched atop his lap, Akaashi kept your thighs parted for his entertainment, his eyes pinned to the mirror’s reflection. He admired it all, the staggering rises and falls of your chest, your trembling lips, and the spilling streams of spit lining your chin. He only wished you could revel in the same vision he bore witness to. 

At his tender handling, your body melted into Akaashi’s hold. From the frantic beats of your heart, the nerves beneath your skin prickling with need, and the hot pants warming the air, it was all for him. Your back arched against his chest, squirming amidst the mind-numbing solace Akaashi delivered. 

“Look at that, making such a mess on my fingers,” he hummed, the tips of his digits ghosting the fluttering slit of your cunt. He allowed for a single finger to graze past your entrance, the lewd squelching spurring you on. “P-Please Keiji…don’t tease me like that. Just–” you sobbed, your hips bucking to meet his fleeting touch. 

“Sorry, baby. Not until you tell me how pretty you are,” he whispered, painting your limped jaw with lingering pecks. Drifting down to the pulse of your throat, Akaashi nipped at the skin, leaving the slightest hints of marks in his stead. 

His calming tone flew to your ear, earning your hazed attention. “Look in the mirror and repeat after me,” he instructed softly. You nodded concurringly, the lids of your eyes prying from their screwed hold. 

You were met with Akaashi’s narrowed glare, the darkened hues of his eyes pinned on you. Embarrassment rang through you, eyes glazing over your pitiful state. What caught your immediate attention was the ruby dress he’d just purchased sitting around your waist. 

Not to mention the pornographic sight of your cunt on full display for him, inducing for a merciful whimper to creep out your lungs. 

Yet for Akaashi, his own concern was hearing that voice of your repeat every word that soon left from his mouth. “I’m Akaashi’s…” he began, waiting for your frail reply.

“I’m Akaashi’s…” you uttered shyly, the inescapable heat swarming beneath your cheeks. He noticed your resistance, matching it with lingering swipes of his digits between your glossed folds. 

“Pretty Girl. I’m Akaashi’s pretty girl,” he compiled together, shifting back into his seat patiently. You swallowed the lump sitting in your throat, bundling the bits of energy to comply with his wishes. 

“I-I’m Akaashi’s pretty girl,” you whimpered out at last, granting a smile to spread along his lips.

“That’s my good girl. I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?”

[lisasmuts]

Unforgettable

Rosie x male reader

4.6k words

( Photoshoot filled with cum shoot )

(A/N - on the request of @matthewwwsblog, although please ignore mistakes and flaws made it while being sickk🤧🤧🤧.)

On a busy street as Rosie was walking down it, a the stranger suddenly kissed Rosie with growing fervor, his hands roamed her curves, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from her. The passion between them palpable, and he could feel the tension building in Rosie. Reluctantly, Rosie broke the kiss, a coy smile playing on her lips.

“My, My. You’re a certainly hungry fan,”

She purred, her voice dripping with seduction. With a playful wink, she hugs him, her hands roaming his masculine figure.

“Well then, mr. stranger.”

Rosie said, her Australian accent adding an extra layer of allure to her words.

“Why don’t we take this back to your place? I’ll be glad to be all yours for the night.”

She reached out a hand, silently beckoning him to follow as she sashayed the streets, her hips swaying with each step. The anticipation was palpable, and he eagerly cope up with Rosie and then lead the way, eager to indulge in a night of passion and pleasure.

As soon as they reached his home, Rosie’s pent up desire could no longer be contained. The moment the door closed behind them, she jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist. Rosie’s lips crashed onto his in a hungry, passionate kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth with fervent need.

Breaking the kiss, Rosie gazed up at him with lust-filled eyes.

“I can’t wait anymore,”

She growled, her voice dripping with raw want.

“Start fucking me, now!”

Without another word, Rosie swiftly removed her clothes, tossing them aside carelessly. She then hooked her fingers into the waistband of his shorts, yanking them down with urgency.

The two lovers were soon a tangle of naked limbs, their bodies pressed together as they gave in to their carnal desires.

As the passionate night drew to a close, he finally reached his climax, filling Rosie’s eager body with his hot release. Rosie’s eyes widened with delight as she felt him pulsing inside her, a satisfied smile spreading across her face.

“Mmmm, that’s what I needed,”

She purred, nuzzling against his chest.

Just then, Rosie’s phone began to ring. Reluctantly pulling herself away from his embrace, she checked the caller id and her face lit up.

“It’s my manager!”

She exclaimed, quickly answering the call.

“Hello? Yes, yes of course, I’ll be there. Thank you!”

Ending the call, Rosie turned towards the stranger, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“I have a photoshoot for skims today! I need to get going, but I had such an amazing time with you”

She leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips before begrudgingly starting to gather her clothes. Rosie’s body was still flushed from their lovemaking, and he could see the satisfaction radiating from her.

Few hours later, Rosie stood in front of the vanity mirror inside her spacious photoshoot van, admiring her reflection. The tight, white dress she had chosen clung to her curves in all the right places, accentuating her slim waist and toned legs. As she turned this way and that, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of confidence and pride.

“Wow, I look absolutely stunning.”

She murmured to herself, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. Reaching for her phone, Rosie snapped a few quick mirror selfies, capturing the way the dress hugged her body in all the right ways. Slipping the phone back into her purse, Rosie took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for the upcoming photoshoot. She knew the skim team would be expecting nothing less than perfection, and she was determined to deliver. With her radiant beauty and impeccable fashion sense, Rosie was confident she would knock this shoot out of the park.

Rosie’s thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the van door. Taking one last look in the mirror, she straightened her shoulders and opened the door, ready to face the day’s challenges with her signature poise and grace.

Upon reaching the skim photoshoot set, Rosie was informed that she would need to change into the pink outfit instead of the one she had initially chosen. A slight look of surprise crossed her face, but she quickly composed herself.

“Alright, everyone, please look away while I change.”

Rosie announced, her voice carrying an edge of authority. As the crew dutifully turned around, you one of the camera operators couldn’t resist sneaking a peek, your eyes hungrily roaming over Rosie’s figure as she began disrobing.

Rosie caught the sly glance and a mischievous smile played on her lips. Deciding to put on a show, she slowly peeled off the tight white dress, deliberately drawing out the process and ensuring that you got an eyeful. Once she had changed into the pink outfit, Rosie struck a series of alluring poses, the fabric clinging to her curves in all the right places.

“Alright, you can all turn around now,”

Rosie called out, her tone dripping with a hint of satisfaction. As the crew faced her once more, Rosie couldn’t help but a feel of surge of power, knowing she had successfully caught you in the act and turned the situation to her advantage.

As the crew began the photoshoot, Rosie seized the opportunity to tease you subtly. Between poses, she would steal glances in your direction, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous gleam. Whenever the remaining’s back were turned, roise would seize the chance to wink at you coyly, her full lips curving into a coy smile.

At one point, as the crew adjusted the lighting, Rosie discreetly ran her hands down the sides of her body, caressing the curves of her hips in a way that was clearly meant for your eyes only. She arched her back slightly, pushing out her chest in a way that accentuated her ample bust, all the while maintaining a professional demeanor for the camera.

Throughout the shoot, Rosie continued to find subtle ways to tease and entice you, her actions just subtle enough to avoid detection by the rest of the crew. It was clear she was relishing the opportunity to put on a private show, her gaze locked with yours as she exuded an aura of sultry confidence.

After the completion of the shoot, she heads towards back.

As Rosie sashayed back to her vanity van, she discreetly slipped a folded piece of paper into your hand. Your heart raced with anticipation as you unfolded the note, revealing Rosie’s private vanity number and a tantalizing invitation. Unable to contain your excitement, you quickly approached the crew head and requested a brief break, citing a personal matter.

With a nod, the crew head granted your request, allowing you the opportunity to slip away unnoticed. Your feet practically carried you to Rosie’s vanity van, the anticipation building with each step. Reaching the door, you took a deep breath and knocked, eager to see what delights awaited you inside.

The door swung open, and there stood Rosie, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Without a word, she grabbed the front of your shirt and pulled you inside, the door slamming shut behind you. The two of you were finally alone, free to indulge in your desires without prying eyes.

Rosie’s teasing gaze pierced through you as she chided you playfully.

“Tsk tsk, someone couldn’t follow my simple instructions earlier, hmm?”

Her voice dripped with a sultry tone that sent shivers down your spine.

Before you could even stammer a response, Rosie pulled you into a searing, passionate kiss. Her soft lips molded against yours as her tongue danced with yours in a heated exploration. Your body responded instantly, craving more of her touch.

Breaking the kiss, Rosie gazed at you with hooded eyes, her voice low and seductive.

“Fuck me, y/n. I can’t wait any longer to have you ravage me.”

Without waiting for your reply, she captured your lips again, the urgency in her kiss leaving you breathless and aching with desire. You knew in that moment you were powerless to resist her allure. This was going to be a photoshoot full of unbridled passion and pleasure.

Rosie hurriedly sank to her knees, her fingers deftly unfastening your belt and lowering your pants and boxers. Your eager cock spang free, bouncing against her face, and she let out a delighted laugh.

“Oooh, someone’s excited,”

She purred, biting her lip seductively.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to love getting destroyed by this cock.”

Without further delay, Rosie parted her lips and took your throbbing length into her warm, wet mouth. She began bobbing her head back and forth, her tongue swirling and caressing your shaft. Her hands worked the remainder of your cock that couldn’t fit in her mouth, stroking and teasing you relentlessly.

The sensation of her skilled mouth and deft fingers was overwhelming, and you knew this was going to be an unforgettable experience. Rosie was clearly intent on fulfilling her promise to ravage you, and you were powerless to resist the allure.

As Rosie’s skilled mouth worked your throbbing length, you could feed the intense pleasure building within you. However, you held back, not wanting to be too rough or cause any harm to the famous idol. But Rosie had other plans.

Between hungry sucks, she gazed up at you with hooded eyes, her voice dripping with filthy words.

“Come on, y/n…. don’t hold back. I want you to ravage me, to use me like the plaything I am.”

She punctuated her words with a particularly hard suck, her tongue swirling around your sensitive tip.

“Forget that I’m some big idol. Right now, I’m just your dirty little slut, begging to be used,”

Rosie panted, her hands stroking your shaft in time with her bobbing head.

“So stop holding back and give me what I want. Destroy me, y/n!”

Her lewd encouragement and wanton display of desire were too much to resist. Throwing caution to the wind, you gripped Rosie’s hair and began thrusting into her mouth, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure.

As you surrendered to your primal urges, you began to fuck Rosie’s mouth with reckless abandon. She relaxed her jaw, allowing you more room to thrust your throbbing length deep into her throat. Rosie’s skilled ministrations were relentless, her throat constricting around your cock, sending waves of exquisite pleasure through your body.

Sensing your impending climax, Rosie hummed around your shaft, her eyes practically begging you to release your load deep inside her.

“Is it okay if you cum in my mouth, y/n?”

She managed to gasp between thrusts.

You didn’t need to be asked twice. With a guttural groan, you felt your cock twitch and pulse as you erupted, filling Rosie’s throat with your hot, thick seed. She swallowed eagerly, milking every last drop from you as you rode out intense waves of your orgasm.

As the last drops of your seed drained into Rosie’s eager mouth, she lapped them up hungrily, savoring every last taste. With a tantalizing flourish, she opened her mouth wide, showing you the fruits of her efforts – not a single drop remained.

Rosie’s eyes sparkled with wanton desire as she took your softening cock back into her mouth, gently cleaning it with a series of slow, sensual sucks. Her gaze remained locked with yours, silently communicating her insatiable craving for more.

“Mmm, you taste so good, y/n.”

She purred, her voice dripping with filthy delight.

“I could drink your cum all day long. But I’m not with you yet…”

Releasing your shaft with an audible pop, Rosie rose to her feet, her movements lithe and graceful. Reaching down, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her short, slowly peeling the fabric away to reveal her glistening, dripping pussy.

“Now, it’s your turn to satisfy me,”

She breathed, her hips swaying invitingly.

“I need you inside me, y/n. Make me your dirty little plaything.”

Rosie’s eyes widened slightly at your hesitation, as you reminded the time left that is 5 minutes, but she quickly reassured you with a mischievous laugh.

“Don’t worry, y/n. I can pleasure you so much that you’ll be done in just 2 minutes.”

She teased, her voice dripping with confidence.

Your brow furrowed at her mockery, and before she could react, you brought your hand down in a firm slap against her ample ass cheeks. Rosie let out a surprised gasp, but her eyes sparkled with excitement as you aligned your throbbing cock with her glistening dripping pussy.

“Look at how much you’re dripping, you dirty little slut,”

You growled, positioning yourself at her entrance.

“And for a stranger’s cock, no less.”

Rosie whimpered needily, her hips bucking against you.

“Then stop teasing and fuck me already, y/n.”

She begged, her voice laced with wanton desire.

With a feral growl, you gripped her hips and thrust forward, burying your entire length inside her tight, welcoming pussy. Rosie cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain as you stretched her beyond her limits, setting a relentless pace that left her breathless.

“I tell you bitch, I won’t be done in 2 minutes,”

You warned, your fingers digging into her flesh as you pounded into her without mercy.

“Get ready to be thoroughly used, you insatiable whore.”

As you pounded into Rosie’s tight, welcoming pussy, she cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain. Her filthy comments spilled from her lips, spurring you on.

“Yes, y/n! fuck me harder, ruin me for anyone else!”

Rosie begged.

“I’m your dirty little slut, use me however you want!”

Your grip on her hips tightened as you drove into her relentlessly, determined to thoroughly satisfy your carnal desires. Rosie’s cries of ecstasy echoed through the confines of the vanity van, her body writhing beneath yours.

“That’s it, y/n! destroy my pussy, make it yours!”

She moaned, her eyes alight with wanton need.

“I can’t get enough of your cock, it feels so good!”

Your primal grunts and the obscene sounds of your bodies colliding filled the air as you chased your shared release. Rosie’s insatiable hunger only fueled your own, driving you to new heights of passion and depravity.

As the sound of a subtle knock on the vanity van door reached your ears, Rosie’s eyes widened. She quickly shouted,

“I’m coming!”

Before turning to you.

“y/n, we need to finish up the shoot first. But I just can’t get enough of your cock,”

She panted, her voice dripping with need. Rosie hastily began redressing, her movements hurried yet graceful.

Unable to resist, you delivered a hard spank to her ample ass, leaving a clear handprint on her flesh which left out of her dress. The fabric of her outfit strained to contain her curves.

“See, you haven’t even come close to finishing me off. And it’s been what, five minutes? Stupid slut.”

You mocked.

Rosie let out a breathless laugh.

“That’s okay, y/n. It just means I get to enjoy your cock even more times,”

She purred, winking slyly.

Growling, you spanked her other cheek, imprinting your hand mark on her other ass cheek.

“That’s right, you filthy public use whore. This body belongs to me now.”

Rosie shivered with delight, her eyes sparkling with wanton desire.

“I can’t wait, y/n.”

She breathed, before slipping out of the van to return to the photoshoot, leaving you aching to ravage her again.

As you returned to the set, the crew head quickly directed you back to your photography duties. Rosie, ever the professional, carried on with the photoshoot seamlessly. However, in the midst of the session, she would subtly wink in your direction, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Rosie’s expressions grew increasingly provocative, her gaze smoldering as she mouthed filthy words that only you could see. She arched her back, her movements dripping with wanton sexuality.

Though the rest of the crew remained oblivious, you could feel the heat of her desire radiating towards you. Rosie was putting on a private show, teasing and tempting you with her shameless display of lust.

Your fingers tightened around the camera, struggling to maintain your composure as you captured her alluring form. The anticipation of what was to come once you were alone with her again was nearly unbearable. Rosie had awakened a primal hunger withing you, and you knew there would be no resisting her seductive siren’s call.

As the photoshoot wrapped up, the crew head granted Rosie a brief 5 – minutes break. However, the idol had a more salacious idea in mind. Beckoning you over, Rosie led you to a chair and table area, out of direct sight of the crew.

Discreetly, she slid her hand under your pants, her fingers wrapping around your cock in slow, sensual strokes. You couldn’t help but moan softly at her touch.

“You’re loving this public setting, aren’t you?”

Rosie teased, her voice dripping with wicked delight.

“The risk of getting caught….”

She let out a soft laugh, her eyes sparkling.

“I have to admit, I’m loving it too. My pussy is dripping just thinking about it.”

Your breath caught in your throat as she continued her tantalizing ministrations, the threat of discovery only heightening the thrill. Rosie was clearly intent on pushing the boundaries, her insatiable desire overriding any concerns. This was going to be a daring and unforgettable encounter.

As the crew head’s shout echoed, Rosie’s pace quickened. Her strokes grew faster and more urgent, her grip tightening around your throbbing length. Sensing your impending release, she hurriedly freed your cock from your pants and engulfed it in her warm, wet mouth.

Rosie’s skilled tongue swirled and caressed your sensitive flesh as you erupted, filling her mouth with your hot, thick seed. She swallowed greedily, not spilling a single drop, her eyes locked with yours the entire time.

The risk of discovery only heightened the intensity of the moment, Rosie’s wanton hunger fueling your own. When she had drained you completely, she pulled back, licking her lips with a satisfied smile.

“Mmm, delicious as always.”

She purred, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Now hurry, I have to get back before they start to wonder where I am.”

With a final, playful wink, Rosie rose from her seat and sauntered back to the set.

Upon finishing the next shoot Rosie got a long break, you both hurried to her vanity van.

As soon as you and Rosie hurried into the vanity van, the urgency of your desire took over. Without hesitation, you pinned her against the wall, swiftly removing her delicate pink outfit. Rosie’s eyes gleamed with wanton anticipation as she gazed up at you.

“Get ready, slut.”

You growled, your voice dripping with primal hunger.

“Now you’re done for the rest of your shoot.”

With a feral roar, you thrust your throbbing cock deep inside Rosie’s welcoming pussy, immediately setting a punishing, brutal pace. Her cries of ecstasy spurred you on, the threat of discovery only heightening the intensity of your coupling.

“Yes, y/n! Use me, destroy me!”

Rosie moaned, her nails raking down on the vanity wall.

“I’m your filthy slut, your plaything to use however you want!”

The obscene sounds of your bodies colliding filled the confines of the vanity van as you ruthlessly claimed Rosie’s willing form. Her insatiable desire matched your own, driving you both to new heights of carnal bliss.

As you continued your relentless pace, Rosie’s cries of ecstasy grew louder. Between gasps, she admitted,

“Yes, y/n! I have such a praise kink. I need you to tell me how much of a filthy slut I am!”

Growling with primal desire, you obliged, your words dripping with lust.

“That’s right, you dirty whore. You love being used as my personal fuck toy, don’t you? Your greedy little pussy is made to be ravaged by my cock.”

Rosie shuddered with delight, her walls clenching around you ass you brutalized her. She moaned wantonly, urging you on.

“Yes, y/n! I’m your insatiable slut, your personal cum dumpster. Destroy me, make me yours!”

Your pace grew even more punishing, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the van. Rosie’s praises only fueled your animalistic hunger, driving you to claim every inch of her willing body.

Your grip on Rosie tightened as you continued your brutal assault, your words dripping with dominance and depravity.

“That’s it, you filthy slut. Take my cock like the greedy whore you are. Your needy little pussy was made to be stuffed and stretched by my thick shaft.”

Rosie’s cries of ecstasy grew more frantic, her walls clenching around you as you ruthlessly claimed her body.

“Yes, y/n! I’m your insatiable cum dumpster, your personal fuck toy. pound me harder, use me until I can’t walk straight!”

Your primal grunts and the obscene sounds of your coupling filled the air as you chased your shared release. Rosie’s wanton need only fueled your own, driving you to new heights of carnal bliss.

“Good girl, take every inch of my cock. You’re such a dirty, cock-hungry bitch – my dirty little slut.”

Rosie’s eyes rolled back in her head, her body trembling with unbridled pleasure. She was completely at your mercy, reveling in the humiliation and degradation you heaped upon her.

Rosie’s shameless pleas for harder, faster pounding only served to stoke your domineering lust. You sneered down at her, your grip tightening painfully on her hips.

“Look at you, you filthy slut. Is this what you crave? To be used and abused like the cheap whore you are?”

You spat, your hips snapping forward with brutal force.

Rosie’s eyes rolled back, her mouth agape in a wordless scream of ecstasy.

“Yes, y/n! treat me like the dirty cum rag I am! I need your cock to ruin me!”

Your lips curled in a cruel smirk as you mercilessly pounded into her quivering pussy.

“That’s right, beg for it you insatiable cock-hungry bitch. You’ll take every last inch until you can’t walk straight.”

The van echoed with the obscene sounds of your coupling, Rosie’s wanton cries only spurring you on to new heights of depravity. You would leave her a trembling, used-up mess, a testament to your dominance.

As you pounded into Rosie’s quivering pussy with relentless force, she suddenly cried out,

“y/n, I’m going to cum!”

Without hesitation, you growled,

“No, you don’t. hold it in, slut.”

To your amazement, Rosie’s body immediately obeyed your command, despite the desperation written across her face. Her walls clenched around you, fighting against the impending orgasm, yet her mind was at war with her traitorous flesh.

“No, please! I need to cum so badly!”

She begged, her voice laced with frustration. But her pussy remained stubbornly clamped down on your thrusting cock, denying her own release.

You let out a triumphant laugh, marveling at how completely you had conquered Rosie’s body.

“Look at you, my little cum-hungry whore, trying so hard to disobey me. But your body knows who its true master is now, doesn’t it?”

Rosie whimpered in defeat, her eyes glistening with tears of unfulfilled ecstasy. She was utterly at your mercy, her very orgasm now subject to your command. This was the true extent of your dominance over her insatiable desires.

For the next one or two hours, you relentlessly pounded into Rosie’s quivering pussy, your command over her body absolute and unwavering. Despite her desperate pleas and shamelessly begging to be allowed release, you denied her every time, edging her mercilessly.

Rosie’s eyes glistened with tears of unfulfilled ecstasy, her body trembling with the strain of holding back her orgasm. Yet she remained powerless to disobey your orders, her very climax now subject to your whims.

“Please, y/n! I need to cum so badly,”

She whimpered, her voice laced with frustration.

“I’m your dirty slut, your personal cum-hungry whore. Let me have my release!”

You merely laughed, reveling in your total dominance over her.

“Not a chance, you filthy bitch. Your orgasm belongs to me now. You’ll take your pleasure only when I say so.”

Rosie’s cries of anguish only fueled your triumphant ardor, driving you to claim every inch of her defeated form. She was utterly at your mercy, her body betraying the very desires of her mind.

“Look at you, my little slut, so desperate to cum. But your traitorous flesh knows who its true master is. You’re nothing but a receptacle for my cock now.”

Rosie whimpered in submission, her pride shattered by your cruel words and unyielding control. She was yours to use and abuse as you saw fit, her very being consumed by your primal lust.

As you continued your relentless assault, Rosie’s entire being seemed to well with pride at being your plaything, your personal receptacle for pleasure. She cried out shamelessly.

“Yes, yes, yes, y/n! I’m your slut, your whore, your toy to use however you want!”

Begging you to go harder, she moaned wantonly.

“Please, y/n. I need more! Fuck me like the desperate cum-hungry bitch I am!”

Your cruel laughter only spurred her on further.

“Look at you, so desperate to cum, yet you beg for more,”

You taunted, even as you obeyed her pleas, fastening your pace. Rosie’s screams of ecstasy grew louder, more primal, as you ruthlessly claimed her body.

Heedless of who might hear, Rosie’s wanton cries echoed out of the vanity room, a testament to your total domination over her.

As you felt your own climax approaching, you gripped Rosie’s hips tighter, your voice low and commanding.

“Listen up, slut. On the count of three, you’re going to cum for me. And when I do, I’m going to fill you to the brim with my load. Understand?”

Rosie’s eyes widened, a fresh wave of arousal washing over her.

“Yes, y/n! Please, use me, make me your broken toy!”

She cried out.

“One…”

You growled, your thrusts growing more erratic.

“Two…”

Rosie’s walls clenched around you, her body trembling with unbridled need.

“Three!”

You roared, your cock pulsing as you emptied yourself deep inside her quivering pussy.

Rosie’s orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing as she squirted uncontrollably, drenching the both of you in her sweet release. She had become your well and truly broken plaything, reduced to a quivering, overflowing mess by your unyielding dominance.

As you continued to release wave after wave of hot, thick cum deep inside Rosie’s quivering pussy, she let out a breathless, ecstatic exclamation.

“y/n! you’re breeding me so good, filling me up with your potent seed. I can feel it coating my insides, claiming me as your personal fuck toy.”

Rosie’s body trembled with unbridled bliss, her walls clenching rhythmically around your pulsing length. She reveled in the sensation of being utterly dominated and claimed, her womb eagerly accepting your virile offering.

“Yes, use me, own me! I’m your insatiable whore, you cum-hungry bitch. Flood my womb with your fertile load until I’m dripping with it.”

Your relentless thrusts continued, determined to maximize the amount of your seed deposited within her fertile depths. Rosie’s cries ecstasy echoed through the vanity van, her body shuddering with each new surge of your potent release.

As you withdrew your throbbing cock from Rosie's well-used pussy, a torrent of your potent seed burst forth, gushing out in thick, uncontrollable streams. Her own orgasmic release coincided with yours, her body convulsing and shaking as she collapsed onto the vanity van floor, squirting like a broken fountain toy.

Rosie’s cries of ecstasy filled the air as she reveled in her utter defeat, her mind and body consumed by the primal aftermath of your relentless coupling. She moaned your name over and over, her voice laced with a mixture of bliss and exhaustion. This was a moment Rosie would remember for a lifetime – the shattering of her pride, the complete subjugation of her being to your unyielding dominance. Her very essence had been claimed, her role as your personal fuck toy cemented in the most carnal of ways.

As she lay there, trembling and spent, Rosie knew that this photoshoot would be forever seared into her memory - a testament to the power you wielded over her insatiable desires.

[domm1etae]

skirt w no panties so he can slip it in whenver he wants w mingi

The moment Mingi caught sight of you leaning against the table, your skirt riding high enough to reveal your bare thighs, he felt the last thread of his self-control snap. His gaze darkened, his tongue wetting his bottom lip as he stepped forward, his presence demanding.

“You’re really out here testing me, huh?” he muttered, his voice low and thick with need as he slid his hands up the backs of your thighs, his fingertips brushing the edge of your skirt. He gave a soft, satisfied hum when he found nothing underneath, his grip tightening.

He nudged your legs apart with his knee, the cold wood of the table pressing against you as he moved between them. “You did this on purpose,” he accused, though the smirk on his face betrayed how much he loved it. “Just for me.”

Before you could respond, Mingi leaned down, capturing your lips in a heated kiss that left no room for protest. His lips moved against yours with an urgency that made your head spin, his teeth tugging at your bottom lip before he pulled away to kiss the corner of your mouth, then your jaw.

“You knew what this would do to me,” he rasped, his breath hot against your skin as he kissed his way down your neck. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading them further as he adjusted his stance, the rough denim of his jeans brushing against your most sensitive spot.

With a sharp tug, he pulled your hips forward, lining himself up without preamble. The warmth of his cock against your slick heat sent a shiver through you, and he groaned low in his chest. “So wet already,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”

He pushed inside slowly, letting you feel every inch as he stretched you, filling you completely. His groan mixed with your gasp, the pressure and fullness overwhelming in the best way. His fingers dug into your hips, holding you firmly in place as he pulled back and thrust in again, harder this time.

The table rocked beneath you as he set a steady rhythm, his movements deep and deliberate. Each snap of his hips drew a soft cry from you, and his smirk only grew as he watched you fall apart beneath him. “You look so good like this,” he growled, leaning in to brush his lips against your ear. “Completely mine.”

One of his hands slipped up to cup the back of your neck, tilting your head so he could kiss you again, this time slower, his tongue teasing yours as his thrusts quickened. His other hand slid under your skirt, his thumb finding your clit with practiced ease. The added stimulation sent a shockwave through your body, and he chuckled darkly as your moans grew louder.

“Keep making those pretty noises for me,” he urged, his voice hoarse as he drove into you with unrelenting force. The sounds of your bodies meeting filled the air, along with the creak of the table beneath his unyielding pace.

Your nails raked down his back, your legs tightening around his waist as you reached your peak, your body clenching around him. The sensation drew a guttural moan from him, his movements becoming erratic as he chased his own release. With one final, deep thrust, he came, his hold on you unyielding as he buried himself to the hilt.

He stayed there for a moment, catching his breath, his forehead resting against yours. A lazy, satisfied grin spread across his face as he leaned back, his hands still roaming possessively over your thighs.

“No panties ever again,” he teased, his voice still thick with satisfaction.

[incognit0slut]

hi! could u write a fic about is the first time of the reader with spencer helps her and them made love so romantic *im sorry im so romantic 🙈* :)

I luv all ur writings <3

xoxo

(18+) soft spencer x inexperienced reader. 1.4k

Love was a foreign concept until he met you.

-

Spencer has savored the taste of chocolate, relishing its rich sweetness as it melts on his tongue. He's indulged in the smoothness of honey, its velvety texture spreading across his palate. And amidst his love for the sugar in his coffee—slightly bitter yet abundantly sweet—none of these flavors could compare to the taste of you.

Because you tasted so divine, it was the only way he could describe it. His hands were pressed on the back of your thighs, forcing you to spread your legs further apart as he worked his tongue over you, swallowing every drop of arousal that dripped down to his mouth.

The thought of ever going back to a life without the taste of you seemed absurd now—It was a crime against his senses. So he devoured you eagerly, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony, completely lost in the spell of your flavor and scent. He couldn't get enough, and honestly, he didn't want to stop.

He was hooked, addicted to the way you writhed and moaned beneath him; your fingers tangling in his hair, your desperate pleas, and the way your hips bucked against his mouth. And when he sensed you teetering on the edge of release, he doubled his efforts, sucking and licking with a feverish intensity, intent on drawing out every last drop of your bliss.

It wasn't until you gently pushed his head away that Spencer finally drew back, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal. You couldn't help but giggle at the satisfied grin that spread across his face, his breathless chuckle mirroring your amusement as he crawled over your trembling body.

"That was..." you trailed off, running your hand up his arm as he settled between your legs.

"Good?"

You sighed.

"Amazing. Splendid. Marvelous."

With a soft laugh, he reached up to brush a stray lock of hair from your face. "Someone's been hitting the thesaurus."

You swatted at his shoulder playfully. "Shut up and kiss me again."

The smile on his face widened into a grin as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin before capturing your lips in a soft, tender kiss. He pressed himself closer to you and the unmistakable sensation of his cock brushing against your clit made you gasp in surprise.

"You're so perfect," he muttered, slowly grinding his length along your wet folds. He fought the urge to take you right then and there, but your comfort was his priority. He needed to make sure this was what you wanted. "Are you sure you're ready?"

You stifled a sigh. While you appreciated his concern, it was starting to get on your nerves, after all, it was just sex... You might be inexperienced, but how difficult could it be?

"Mmhm," you answered, though your voice came out a pitch higher than you intended. "Of course, I am."

He slightly pulled away. "You don't sound so sure."

You stared at him for a moment before finally letting out a sigh.

"Fine, I'm a little nervous, okay?" Biting your bottom lip, you voiced the question that had been weighing on your mind.

"Is it—" you suddenly sighed, or it was more like a moan that escaped your lips as the underside of his cock continued to rub along your wetness. "Is it... going to hurt?"

His expression softened as he reached out to gently cup your cheek. "It might be uncomfortable at first, but I'll be gentle, I promise," he reassured. "We can stop anytime you want."

"I don't want us to stop."

A surge of warmth flooded him at your words, and he leaned in to kiss your forehead. "Then we won't," he promised, slipping his hand between your body. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

You made a noise in the back of your throat as you watched him bring his cock closer, dragging it through your folds before he thrust his hips forward. The sensation was overwhelming and unfamiliar, and you couldn't help but tense up in response.

"Is this okay?" he asked. You nodded, though your breathing had become erratic. Your eyes fell closed as you started to feel him stretching you, the sensation both strange and uncomfortable. It was like your body was resisting him.

"Honey, I need you to relax," he murmured soothingly. "Can you do that for me?"

You winced when you felt him pushing further, a sharp pang of discomfort shooting through you. "S-Spence... it hurts..."

"I know, honey, I know," he whispered, his thumb continuing its gentle caress against your cheek. "Breathe with me."

You opened your eyes, meeting his reassuring gaze. Taking a deep breath, you tried to steady your racing heart, and he followed suit, matching your rhythm. In. Out. In. Out. Hold.

Breathe.

"Good, that's it," he encouraged softly. "Just like that. You're doing great."

Despite the initial discomfort, you focused on relaxing your body, allowing him to stretch your tight walls. He watched your lashes flutter against your cheek before his gaze dropped between you, taking in the stretch of your cunt, slowly allowing him to press deeper and deeper.

He then buried his face in your shoulder as he sheathed himself completely and you stifled a shocked yelp as you clung onto his shoulders for dear life, nails digging into his skin. You hadn't expected to feel so full, for him to reach that deep.

The room fell quiet, broken only by the steady rhythm of your breathing and the faint rustle of sheets. He waited patiently, his body pressed against yours, allowing you time to adjust. Then, he pressed a lingering kiss on your collarbone, his lips warm against your skin.

"Tell me how it feels," he whispered. You weren't sure you could form proper words, becoming so lost at the feeling of him inside of you. But you managed to take a moment to gather your thoughts.

"It feels... weird," you replied.

He lifted his head from your shoulder. "Do you want me to stop?"

You shook your head, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips as you stared up at him. He was beautiful like this, pressed against you, cheeks flushed with desire, damp hair tousled on his forehead—his cock finally buried deep inside you.

"You're doing so well for me, you know that?" he said, and the words made you sigh in response as his hips moved slightly back before rolling back into you, causing you to close your eyes with a quiet gasp the same time he let out a groan.

Something shifted after that. The air crackled with electricity. The blood in your veins pumped a little faster and your breathing deepened, each inhale filling your lungs with the heady scent of him. With growing urgency, your hips began to buck forward, eager to meet his slow, deliberate pace.

"Th-That feels good," you couldn't resist whispering to him. The initial pain you had felt had quickly faded, replaced by a rush of pure, hot pleasure that overwhelmed your senses.

"Do you think I can go faster?" He whispered, and you could hear the slick noise as he thrust his cock into your dripping walls. "Can you take it?"

A breathless yes escaped your lips and it was enough for him to get lost in you completely. His lips found their way to your neck, trailing kisses along your skin as he quickened his pace. The sensation was overwhelming, it was too much yet not enough, and all he could do was kiss every inch of your skin and tighten his grip on your body.

Spencer never understood the term making love, for love itself had often felt like a foreign concept to him. But with you in his arms, nothing else seemed more fitting, it was as if you were two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together.

He now realized that love wasn't something to be analyzed, it wasn’t something his big brain could understand—it was meant to be felt, deeply and profoundly, and his love for you was as natural as the beating of his own heart.

[ranpazz]

CHOKE ME BITE ME!!

cw ; sub!dazai, fem!reader, choking, p in v sex, unprotected sex (stay safe), slight degradation(she calls him a freak and a slut), not proofread

a/n ; no I didn't write this to distract from wicked games idk what ur talking abt.

Dazai hates pain. At least that's what he tells everyone, but you knew otherwise. Well, if the way he was writhing with your hand around his throat had anything to do with it.

“mmfph! Baby I– hngh– need more– c’mon, please-” he begged, bucking his hips up into your sweet cunt, desperate for more friction that you refused to offer. You clicked your tongue, applying more pressure to his throat, cutting off his oxygen.

“You're a freak, Osamu– getting off to this?” You questioned, emphasizing your point by wrapping your other hand around his pretty neck. His cock twitched against your cervix at the action, tossing his head back with a choked moan. “Yes– please– haah– I need more, please move–”

You'd be lying if you said that having a man like Dazai plead beneath you didn't flip a switch. A satisfied hum bubbled in the back of your throat as you raised your hips enough to his tip before slamming down on him.

“Aargh! Fuck! Don't– don't stop, please-” He cried, his jaw clenching from pleasure. You wish you had your phone to take a picture, he looked breathtaking. His eyes were rolled to the back of his head, hair matted to his forehead, and your lipstick smeared all over his lips. Maybe another time.

“Don't you– fuck– dare cum ‘til I say so, y'damn slut.” You breathed, chasing your release as the coil in your tummy tightened. His hands were holding onto your hips for dear life, there will definitely be marks there tomorrow. You could feel his Adam's apple bob beneath your fingers, a reminder of your previous actions.

Dazai whined for another minute or so, his rambles coming to an end. He was trying not to give away the fact his orgasm was creeping up on him. You could have laughed if he wasn't rearranging your guts right now. However, he still needed too–

“Please, lemme cum– needa– fuuuck– cum inside you, baby–” How could you resist when he asked so nicely? You swallowed thickly as you grew closer to the edge, giving him a brief nod before sinking your teeth into his pale shoulder and grasping his neck tighter than before.

He planted his feet on the bed, thrusting up into you to meet your hips, tearing a moan from your throat. His length slid against your gooey walls, hitting your sweet spots with easy precision. "'samu–! 'm gonna cum– fuck!"

"F-fuck, feels s'good– y'er pussy– haah– feels s'good, so tight, shit!" He cried out, your back arching as his thumb found your clit and drew tight circles on the bud. Your back arched, a broken moan slipping past your lips. "C'mon, cum with me– hnngh– please-"

He always ended up getting his way. It wasn't even a minute later that he was filling your cunt with his hot load, his own orgasm triggering your own. "Osamu– haah fuck!" Your hands finally freed his throat and your jaw fell slack as you reached your release.

Black spots clouded your vision for a moment before you fell limp on his chest, panting heavily as the afterglow settled. His breathing could be heard over your own, a telltale of his need for oxygen. You glanced up at him, his cheeks red and eyes closed as he caught his breath.

"'samu, I didn't–" "No, you didn't go overboard, 'donna." He cut you off, his voice a bit hoarse from your precious endeavors. Those pretty brown eyes of his fluttered open, meeting yours with a soft yet rare look. "I promise."

You took the reassurance with a smile, however, you were suddenly flipped over by Dazai, a hungry look in his eyes. "Now, let's see how much power you have with me on top this time."

[prythianpages]

When I Kissed the Teacher | Azriel

Summary: After crushing on Azriel for almost a year, Nesta dares you to kiss him during Valkyrie training.

Warning: reader thirsting for Az and fluff for my batboy ♥

A/N: @daycourtofficial suggested this song and idea! Though I did a poll and Az won, I couldn't help myself and also write a version for Cas (you can read it here) as a huge thank you for following and reading my stuff. I just reached 1K followers ♥

This is part of my ABBA x ACOTAR series (masterlist) where I dedicate a song to a character (:

The first moment you saw Azriel, you were instantly drawn to him. 

His sun kissed skin radiated warmth. The hazel depths of his eyes hinted at wisdom earned through ages. His dark hair, a cascade of silken strands, framed a face sculpted to perfection. The Illyrian leathers he wore were a gift from the gods themselves as they only highlighted the well-defined muscles that lay beneath…

And his wings? Gods, those wings of his. They were massive yet delicate and iridescent. The way they always unfurled with such grace had your own wings fluttering in response.

But it wasn’t just the arresting beauty that surpassed all males you’ve encountered that drew you in. It was the impeccable way he carried himself. The mastery he exuded in combat, the patience he had while training you because if you’re going to be honest, you’re sure you pushed him past his limits. Yet, no matter how tough he was on you during training, Azriel was always kind to you outside of training grounds.

It didn’t take you long to fall for him and it didn’t matter how much you unleashed your inner turmoil onto the punching bag. Nothing could shake the strange fluttering sensation in your stomach every time your mind drifted to him. It’s like there were a million butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Sweat glistens on your forehead and your eyebrows furrow in concentration, too lost in your thoughts to pay mind to the silent spectator that had arrived minutes ago…until he finally steps out from the shadows and speaks.

“I’d hate to be the one on your mind right now.”

A misplaced punch lands awkwardly, causing a sharp pain to shoot through your hand. “Azriel,” you breathe, your cheeks flushing as you cradle your hand close to your chest. If only he knew…

“Fuck,” Azriel curses, hazel eyes flashing with concern. He swiftly closes the distance between and gently takes your injured hand into his, inspecting it with a small frown. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You could never scare me.”

Azriel raises an eyebrow, eyes lifting to meet yours. “Is that so?” He replies, a hint of amusement in his voice. “I think I may be going too soft on you then”

“Soft?” You exhale in an incredulous manner, remembering the way your last training session with Azriel had ended. 

He had taunted you and your Illyrian blood had heated at the challenge in his words, allowing him to coax you into combating him. Of course, you were no match for him. You had begun training only a year ago, thanks to Emerie’s invitation. Azriel had centuries on you. Your muscles were still aching from the aftermath.

Azriel chuckles. “Come,” he says, guiding you back into the house. His hand holds onto your wrist lightly, being careful so as not to hurt your injured hand further. “Let’s get you patched up.”

**

As Azriel carefully attends to your hand, you can’t help the way your gaze lingers on him. His features are tense with concentration and concern, unbothered by the dark fringe that falls slightly over his eyes. Your uninjured hand is itching to run through those dark strands and brush his hair back for him.

You swear your heart skips a beat when Azriel lifts his gaze, catching your brazen staring. A flush spreads across your cheeks, and you quickly avert your gaze, missing the subtle, self-satisfied smile that graces Azriel's lips.

The sudden intrusion of Nesta breaks the spell, her figure leaning against the doorframe with crossed arms, an amused twinkle in her gaze. While you were oblivious to Azriel's reaction, Nesta, caught the soft smile he allowed himself.

“Am I interrupting something?”

Both of you turn your heads to find Nesta. There’s a smirk on her face as her eyes flicker between you and Azriel.

“Uh, no. Not at all,” you stammer, attempting to mask your embarrassment. “Just a little injury, that’s all.”

“Nothing to worry yourself over, Nesta,” Azriel chimes in, lowering his gaze to secure the bandage wrapped around your hand. “All done.”

“Thanks, Azriel.”

Azriel rises to his feet, and the shadows that dance around his shoulders seem to buzz with excitement over the soft way you had said his name. He pats your thigh, suppressing his smile as he stands.

Nesta's smirk transforms into a sly grin, her keen eyes not missing the way Azriel keeps his gaze averted from you to save you from further embarrassment. It doesn’t matter, anyway. His shadows are happy to inform him of the mortified look you send Nesta’s way followed by the way you silently mouth “stop” at her. 

"Well, that’s great news,” Nesta replies, grasping your uninjured hand and pulling you to your feet. “Thank you for taking care of her, Az. Now, if you don’t mind, y/n here is late to girl’s night.”

As Nesta ushers you out, Azriel watches with a mixture of amusement and warmth in his hazel eyes. Unbeknownst to you, the unexpected emotions that had taken residence in your heart were mirrored in Azriel’s.

**

Under the soft glow of fairy lights, you sit cross-legged on the plush rug, facing Nesta while Emerie and Gwyn sit on either side of you. An array of snacks, provided by the sentient house, sits in the middle of the circle you and your friends formed. And of course, it wouldn’t be a girl’s night without the age-old game of truth or dare.

“Your turn,” Emerie grins at you, exchanging a knowing look with the other two females. “Truth or dare?”

Given the mischievous glint in Nesta’s eyes, it was an obvious choice for you. Truth would be the safer option. Emerie’s grin falters, disappointed by your choice.

However, Gwyn sees an opportunity. She wraps her blanket tighter around herself, shifting in her spot eagerly. She leans forward to grab a chocolate covered strawberry before nonchalantly asking: “Do you like Azriel?”

Nesta scoffs, throwing her hands in the air. “Oh, come on. Like we even have to ask.”

“True,” Gwyn giggles. “But I want to hear her say it.”

Heat rises to your cheeks for the third time tonight, creating a persistent warmth that makes you wonder if you might give yourself a fever. Your friends collectively hold their breaths in anticipation. Nesta’s gaze remains fixed on you, unwavering.

“Yes.”

The room erupts into squeals and teasing remarks, and your eyes widen, urging them to hush, terrified that Azriel, who is upstairs, might hear. It’s a futile attempt as their cheers only grow louder, making you bury your face in her hands.

“He likes you too.”

Your peak out from beneath your fingers. “What makes you say that?”

Nesta laughs in response but Emerie and Gywn are quick to tease you even further.  Gywn assumes the role of Azriel while Emerie assumes the role of you as they exchange glances and lingering touches. The two females jump to their feet and wooden swords appear in front of them. You look up with a glare directed at the sentient house.

With a swift flick of her wrist, Gwyn uses her wooden sword to knock Emerie’s out of her hand. “Again,” Gwyn nearly growls as she tries to mimic Azriel’s deep voice.

“I can’t,” Emerie replies, feigning shyness.

“I don’t sound like that!” You cry out in disbelief, turning to Nesta. “I don’t sound like that, right?”

Nesta shrugs her shoulders, eyes sparkling with mirth at the scene before her. Emerie and Gwyn ignore your protests, continuing to pretend to be you and Azriel.

“Oh, Azriel, my love,” Emerie swoons, the back of her hand flying to her forehead while her other hand hangs in the air. “I think I sprained my wrist.”

Gwyn gasps dramatically, diving in to catch Emerie before she could fall back against the fortress of pillows behind her. “No, not my sweet y/n, who I’m absolutely smitten with” Gwyn coos, bringing Emerie’s “injured” hand to her lips and kissing it.

Then, Gwyn and Emerie absolutely lose it, the two females falling onto the fortress of pillows as laughter consumes them, unfazed by the glare you’re now directing to them. Nesta stifles her own laughter, turning her attention back to you.

“He definitely likes you,” she repeats, her words awakening the butterflies in your stomach. You wonder if she can hear them fluttering too. “But he won’t make the first move. You’re going to have to do it yourself.”

“Absolutely not!”

 Nesta grins at you. “We’ll see about that.”

“Whatever,” you huff out. “It’s your turn now. Truth or dare?”

The night wears on, filled with more laughter, more shared secrets, and the occasional embarrassing dare. You got your friends back by daring them to have multiple spoonfuls of ice cream and tomato sauce. The house keeps you well supplied with snacks and your glasses of wine never go empty.

When it’s your turn again, you hesitate for a moment. You had thought “truth” had been the safer option but now, you know there is no safe option.

This time, you decide to be brave.

“Dare.”

"Fucking finally," Emerie grins, looking at Nesta while Gwyn smiles at you. Their plan is unfolding seamlessly...

“We dare you to kiss Azriel tomorrow after training.”

Your eyes widen in panic. “What? No way!”

Nesta, seemingly unfazed, inspects her nails with feigned boredom. "Coward," she mutters under her breath.

Her words, though hushed, ignite something deep within you. Your Illyrian blood stirs, the challenge resonating in your veins. Your eyes narrow, fixing on Nesta. "What did you say?"

Nesta meets your gaze as she repeats herself. Louder, this time. “Coward.”

The room falls into a hushed silence as your friends await your response. You bite your lip, contemplating the audacious dare. It was not in your nature to back down from a challenge.

After what felt like an eternity, you let out a deep exhale.

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

**

You didn’t sleep at all last night but as Azriel circles around you, his eyes holding a glint of challenge, you are wide awake. Emerie, Gwyn and Nesta watch from the benches facing the sparring grounds while Cassian watches from a closer distance, keenly assessing your every move. Too caught up in your feelings over Azriel, you had failed to realize that this morning’s training session was an evaluation of the skills you had been working on over the past couple of months.

To say you're nervous was an understatement because not only did you have to prove yourself as the aspiring Valkyrie you’d like to become, you also had to prove to Nesta that you were not a coward. Taking a deep breath, your grip tightens on your sword.

Azriel, with his wings casting shadows on the ground, moves with grace. Each movement is precise and deliberate as your swords meet in a flurry of strikes, the sound of steel ringing in the air. Though you struggle, you do your best to keep up and hold your ground, determination burning bright.

Sweat begins to cling to your skin and your envious of the way Azriel hasn’t even broken a sweat himself. With every strike of his and every parry of yours, he continues to push you, his strikes growing harsher and stronger. You literally blink and in that swift second, Azriel knocks your sword out of your grip. A hiss escapes you and you swear your hear Gwyn and Emerie snicker from the sidelines as they find this situation all too familiar.

With a sweep of his leg, you lose your balance and find yourself falling onto one of the training mats. Azriel’s lips twitch upwards as he points his sword toward you. “Do you yield?”

You are weaponless and at his mercy but your stubbornness continues to burn bright. “No.”

In a sudden burst of energy, you land a kick on him, knocking his sword out of his grip just as he did to yours. The bold move leaves him momentarily stunned, his shadows coiling back in surprise. You take full advantage of his distraction, hooking your other leg behind his knees and bringing him down to the mat with you.

Azriel can only blink up at you as you straddle him, eyes widening when he feels a dagger–his dagger–pressed against his throat. How did you–

He’s unable to finish his thought as you shift above him and swallows thickly at the sensation of your body on top of his. The way your breathing is shallow and uneven and the way he can feel the warmth radiating off your body–

“You will.”

Your words have his attention drifting back to you. A radiant smile breaks across your face and his own lips curl upwards, hazel eyes softening as they stare into yours. “I yield,” he murmurs, ever so quietly, you wonder if you imagined it.

Your gaze drifts down to his lips and then back to his eyes. He does the same. And then the next moment, you’re kissing him. Softly and hesitantly, at first, but when Azriel responds, your heart fills with warmth. Your lips move against his with eager urgency.

Truthteller falls from your grasp and you bring your hand to grasp at the back of his neck instead, pulling him even closer. His hands find their place at your waist to keep you in place but then screams and squeals are piercing through the air. You’re immediately pulling away and jumping to your feet, absolutely flustered because in the heat of the moment, you had forgotten all about the audience you had.

You glance down at Azriel, desperately seeking a sign, but his expression is a mix of surprise and confusion. He looks nearly petrified. Your heart races and you begin to wonder if perhaps, you are a coward because all you want to do is run.

Your hand flies to your mouth. Doubts claw at the edges of your courage. What if Nesta was wrong? What if Azriel didn't like you? And you've just made a fool of yourself in front of him–your teacher– and your friends. 

Turning around, your eyes meet with the delightfully entertained audience. Gwyn and Emerie, caught up in the drama, cling to each other with excitement and unrestrained giggles. Nesta stands with the same smirk she gave you the night before though there’s a flicker of surprise in her blue-grey eyes. She hadn't expected you to follow through with the dare.

Meanwhile, Cassian’s gaze is fixed on the body behind you and he throws his head back in laughter. Ignoring the whispers and amused glances from those around you, you hastily make your exit, blind to the way you left Azriel a blushing fool.

Cassian approaches his friend, who remains rooted to his spot on the floor. Azriel is still processing the whirlwind of emotions you've stirred within him. There’s a teasing grin on Cassian’s lips. “Are you okay there, Az? You look a little–”

Azriel snaps out of the trance you've cast upon him to glare up at his friend. “Fuck off.”

He then jumps to his feet, dusting himself off and ignoring the curious glances of the females nearby. Determination fills his eyes as his head turns toward the direction you ran off to. He fears you have misinterpreted his initial shock and he can’t let this moment slip away. 

He needs to feel your soft lips against his again and more importantly, he needs to tell you that he feels the same way.

a/n: Hope you all enjoyed this one! Cas's version is already up!

tagging: @hellodarling1357, @kennedy-brooke, @scooobies

[thoughtssvt]

a needy morning with gojo

cw : sleepy sex, thigh fucking, use of lube, nipple play/licking, creampie, cockwarming, gender neutral reader (no specification of genitalia, physical attributes or pronouns)

the sun had barely risen, the light shining through was just enough to illuminate your surroundings. you grumbled softly at the arm wrapped tightly around you and satoru's morning wood poking your back.

"satoru..." you nudged him softly, "you're hard--" turn around, you wanted to say until the flat of his hand made its way under the hem of your shirt. he nuzzled into the nape of your neck.

"good morning," he rasped, voice still heavy with sleep and a sprinkle of need.

"you're hard," you say again, voice timid in the back of your throat as he shifted closer to you, grinding his clothed erection against your ass.

" 'm aware," he replied leisurely, lips planting slow, open mouthed kisses against the sensitive skin of your neck. the minute muscles in your legs sparked with a twitch as his hand ventured further under your shirt. "okay or no?" he whispered when his hand laid atop your diaphragm.

you craned your neck towards him, throwing your arm back to pull his head closer to yours, lips rushing into a kiss. it was then that his fingertips creeped up your chest, your breath hitching as a soft pad ghosted over your nipple. you arched your back up into the pleasure, mirroring the moans you felt buzzing against your lips as you released satoru's hair from your hold. your hand ran down soft cotton, body shivering at the sensation of his bare skin, exposed as it rode up from his movements.

"fuck," he drew out a huff when you finally cupped his cock. "baby, please," he croaked weakly as you traced the head of his cock with your thumb. "need you," he begged, voice cracking with want.

you nodded your head like a spring-loose bobblehead, working the waistband of his bottoms down until enough of his length was exposed, satoru working just as hard to tug your pajama bottoms down. the struggle definitely stemming from your shared refusal to break the kiss, though by now it'd turn to heavy pants against each other's lips.

"wait-wait-- satoru, lube!" you whined as you felt his tip nudge between your thighs. you pulled away from him then, begrudgingly. reaching for the comically large bottle of lube that was tucked away in the drawer of your nightstand. a mixture of needy moans and irritated groans left your lips with each jump of your body, satoru gripping your waist hard, cock buried between your legs, momentarily satisfied by the stimulation your thighs gave his length.

after a few hard moments you'd chucked the bottle at his head and with him being gojo satoru, of course he caught it. he popped the cap open while you rolled to face him, throwing your leg over his hips, pulling him close as he squirted a messy amount of lube onto his fingers.

"hurry," you whispered against his lips as you caught him in another desperate kiss, his fingers making quick work of opening you up for him. he may have mumbled something, you weren't sure. it didn't seem important compared to the hiss that escaped him when you snaked your hand down between the two of you, your hand wrapping around his cock, stroking at the same pace he fucked your fingers inside you.

"you're gonna be the death of me," he gritted, slathering the excess lube onto his length, already feeling close to the edge, a mix of early morning sensitivity and your frantic handy.

the two of you let out a twin moan when he sunk in, the head of his cock stretching you as it breached your entrance. he rolled the both of you over so he was on top, nestling a hand against your lower back. he pulled you close, hips sticking together as he rutted into you with need. he trailed messy kissy down your neck, sucking hickeys into your chest before laving softly at your sensitive bud.

his groan sent electricity running under your skin, you clenched around him so nicely. "y' feel so good, baby, fuck. just like that. gonna make me cum." he praised, his hips snapping at a merciless tempo.

"where?" he panted, your nipple barely out of his mouth as he craned his neck just enough to look up at you. his eyes were half lidded, shining with desperation. you didn't miss the way they rolled to the back of his head just before flutter closed when you'd given him permission to cum inside.

"fuck," he hiccupped softly, body shuddering before stilling as soon as you felt the first hot spirt of his cum flooding into you. his hips jerked sharply with every following spirt, his body needing to be as close to you as humanly possible.

halfway into catching his breath he began to pull out, only for your legs to wrap tightly around his waist. he looked up at you with confusion, your face seemingly growing redder despite the end of your activity.

"stay inside?" you whispered, gasping softly as you felt his flagging cock twitch inside of you, already chubbing up again.

"you really are gonna be the death of me," he whispered in defeat, pulling you by the arms until you sat in his lap, his cock slowly burying back into you as you slid down.

you draped your body around his, humming comfortably at the feeling, "just until you're hungry," you chirp, satisfied.

"i've been hungry," he chuckled softly.

"okay, okay," you giggled, "when i get hungry," you negotiated.

"easy, i'll just start talking about food and we'll be out of here in two minutes." he hummed, voice completely recovered by now, tone snarky and confident.

"is that a challenge?" you pulled away to look at him, brow raised with a shit eating grin.

"you're on. loser cooks," he accepted.

you continued to banter softly, the seconds ticking away without your notice. before you knew it the sun had risen high in the sky, the two of you in the kitchen, you leaning up against the counter while satoru threw an apron over his head. "bagels or toast?"

A/N : i really didn't mean for this to be so long. i really thought that this would be a quick little thing, but... happy valentine's day! if you don't have a valentine i will be your valentine (if you're 18+ and if you're not... you shouldn't even be here...) and if you would rather not have me then here's satoru being your valentine.

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jjk men x reader masterlist

mdni divider by hitobaby

blue line divider by hitobaby

[yasikeu]

The storm raged outside, the flashes of lightning illuminating the night sky. You laid there under the covers, Jake’s body intertwined with yours as you were unable to sleep.

You tossed and turned a few times but his arm was tight around your waist. The scent of him was comforting, mixed with the faint musk of the fresh sheets beneath you.

You suddenly felt an ache between your thighs, a throbbing need that demanded attention. Normally, you’d wait for Jake to make the first move, but you couldn’t wait any longer.

Slowly, you slid your hand beneath the sheets. Your fingers found your damp panties and you sighed in relief as you began to rub your swollen clit. The sensation felt euphoric, biting your lip to stifle a moan as you didn’t want to wake him up.

Just as your fingers quickened their pace, Jake woke up. His gaze quickly drew to the sight of your hands moving frantically under the covers, immediately knowing what you were up to.

"You can't sleep either?" he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.

You shook your head.

"Let me help you with that" he whispered, his tone roared with dominance as he completely took control. He began to rub your pussy gently, his touch sending waves of pleasure through your body.

You arched your back. "Oh, Jake..." you breathed. "That's it, baby. Make me feel it" he growled.

He tugged the fabric of your sheer white shirt, exposing your already hard nipples.

His lips found yours and you melted into him.

You reached down and guided his hand, urging him to slip a finger inside of your hole. "Please, Jake" you begged.

He chuckled softly, enjoying your submissiveness. "Impatient, are we?" he teased, finally sliding his finger inside. You gasped loudly at the sensation. "That's it, take it all" he encouraged, adding a second finger and stretching you even more.

You rocked your hips as you fucked yourself on his fingers. "Harder, Jake” you panted, your eyes rolling all the way back.

He leaned down and captured your nipple between his teeth, biting gently before soothing the sensitivity with his tongue.

You moaned, desperate for more, for him to take you, but he wasn’t in any rush. Jake loved making you beg. His fingers traced light circles over your sensitive clit, just enough to make your thighs tremble but never enough to push you over the edge. “Fuck me” you whimpered.

“Beg for it”

"Please," you whispered, your voice trembling with need. "Jake…"

He grinned, clearly satisfied with your plea. "That's more like it"

In one quick motion, he pulled his fingers free and positioned himself at your entrance. Carefully, he slid his cock into your wet heat.

A moan ripped from your throat, your body pressed against his as he buried his face into your neck.

The headboard slammed against the wall aggressively with each stroke.

"You like that, baby?" Jake grunted, his hips snapping forward, driving his length into you again and again going deeper each time.

“Yes.. fuck” you whimpered, your nails digging into his back as you desperately clung onto him.

The sounds of the storm outside became drowned out by the slap of his balls against your cunt.

His hand gripped your throat firmly, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch.

"Such a good girl," he praised. "Always taking me so well”

He kept you pinned beneath him while he fucked you hard and deep, making sure you knew exactly who you belonged to.

Your orgasm hit you like a lightning strike.

Jake didn’t stop though. He fucked you through it, pushing you until you thought you might break.

And then, with a low growl, he released his heavy load, his grip on your throat loosening as he came inside you.

You both took a few moments to catch your breath again.

Jake kissed your temple, "I love you" he whispered, his voice filled with awe.

You smiled, your eyes sparkling. "I love you more" you hummed, snuggling closer to him. As the storm quieted down, you both ended up falling asleep in each other’s embrace.

[riki-dazed]

softdom!riki just wants to get you off

NSFW · smut · block if ur uncomfy <3 wc: 774 · requested

You hummed in contentment as Riki's arms drew your body closer into his, the warmth of his embrace in which enveloped your figure allowed for a feeling of comfort, and security, to settle upon your mind. With your back pressed to his torso, he shuffled his seated body against the headboard of his bed, searching for a more comfortable position as your hands clung to his forearm.

Riki's room was filled with a comforting silence, your gazes fixed on the television mounted on the wall; the quiet hum of it only added to the calming atmosphere. There was nothing more you loved than spending your time doing absolutely nothing with your boyfriend.

A small smile appeared across your lips as you felt Riki's fingers creep beneath the fabric of your tank top. With a quiet hum, he pressed his warm palm against the skin on your chest, his touch as gentle as ever.

At last, his quiet voice had broken the silence, "It's so slow." He was referring to your heartbeat, in which he could feel beneath his touch.

You shifted your gaze over your shoulder, which had caused Riki's eyes to soon find yours. A look of pure endearment was nestled deep within them as the both of you held eye contact.

A sheepish smile found its way to your mouth, "Because I'm calm, and happy~"

Instead of replying, Riki leaned down into you, his lips coming into contact with your own in a delicate, tender kiss. You didn't expect anything more than a swift exchange of pecks, though, butterflies began to dance within your stomach as you came to a sudden realization.

Riki's impeccably soft lips continued to gently linger against yours.

The feeling of having him take your bottom lip between his teeth had caused your chest to rise out of surprise, he was turning you into complete putty.

Whilst ever so sightly breathless, you pulled away from his lips, your eyes suddenly focusing back on his hand that was settled on your chest. As Riki's lips kept you busy, and completely oblivious, that same hand had managed to travel down your torso unnoticed. Your eyes watched Riki's hand carefully as he slipped his fingers past the hem of your shorts, and eventually, underneath the fabric of your panties.

"What are you—" Your words trailed off into a gasp as you felt Riki's cold touch against you, the feeling had caused a rush of heat to curse throughout your veins.

His actions spoke louder than any words could have in the moment, and although you couldn't see it, a self-satisfied grin adorned his breathtaking features behind you.

"Riki.." You were a squirming mess within his embrace, even though he had barely begun to trail small circles against you. Shivers cascaded down your spine as he hushed you in response, his voice reassuring, and tender beside your ear.

As his fingers continued to explore you, you found yourself torn between protest, and surrender.

Riki tilted his head, drawing his face closer to where your ear was. The huskiness behind his whispered words caused another surge of electricity to shoot through your body.

"Relax, love, let me take care of you," He murmured beside your ear, in which had caused your chest to tighten, just as your grip on his arm did.

Those words were all you needed to hear in order to allow yourself to completely let go, finally succumbing to his touch. Your mouth fell agape as the pace of Riki's fingers intensified, the sounds of your wet arousal had begun to mingle with the gentle hum of the television in the background. Your heels dug into the soft covers of his bed, your body jolting within his embrace.

"Doing so well for me." You could hear the smirk behind his words.

A string of curses escaped your mouth as he pushed you over the edge, your senses became completely overwhelmed, the tight knot within your abdomen unravelling.

Slightly covered in your arousal, Riki's hand found it's way back to where it had originally began its journey, on your chest. A playful glint danced within his gaze as he kept his hand in place, enjoying the feeling of your suddenly quickened heartbeat beneath his touch.

He chuckled, "Not so slow anymore, huh?"

You were left a panting mess as Riki followed his playful remark with a gentle kiss atop your head, his arms snaked around your figure, "Good job, my baby."

Not sure of what to make of the situation, you were left somewhat dumbfounded as his gaze shifted back onto the TV like nothing had ever happened.

...

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[earlgreydream]

Can you do one where draco catches the reader trying to pleasure thereself and it isn't working very well so he helps? Please

when presented with a night all to yourself, all your roommates gone on holiday, you decided on a bit of much-needed self care.

anticipation made your fingers twitch as you hurried back to your room after finishing the day’s commitments, excited to finally have some alone time.

your clothes were shed quickly, tossed halfhazardly into a basket at the end of the bed, unwilling to take the time to hang them back up and line your shoes up beside the door.

without any hesitation, you sank down onto the bed, on top of the dark green comforter. it was smooth against your bare skin, cool from being untouched all day — sending chills down your arms and legs.

your eyes fell closed as you rested back against the pillows, exhaling the stress of the day. your fingers drifted downward, slowly trailing along your sternum and the curve of your belly, down between your thighs.

you were already wet from an entire day of anticipation, knowing this is what you’d come home to. your fingertips delicately slipped between drenched folds, touching the soft, velvety skin. your other hand rose to your chest, playing with your nipples, rolling and tugging until you were practically grinding into your own palm. the throbbing soreness was briefly soothed as your fingers pressed inside, curling forward. it only took a few moments before the ache was back, your fingers not quite reaching deep enough to satisfy the anxious buzz in your body. you tried to relax, ignoring the rising frustration. you needed to get off, but your body refused to cooperate and it only became more difficult as you grew more stressed.

“hey, I was— oh.”

you’d sworn you locked the door, but there stood draco malfoy, staring with his jaw open at your naked form, fingers buried in your sopping cunt.

“shut the door!” you hissed, horrified as he closed it behind him, staying in the room with you instead of sodding off to mind his own business.

“draco, get the hell—”

“do you need some help?” he questioned, biting his lip as his pants grew tighter. his eyes were dark as they took in the sight of you, angelic and unholy all at once.

you slowly nodded, giving into your own desperation, helpless on your own. his bag dropped off his shoulder as he made his way around to the side of the bed, slipping in behind you. you allowed draco to manhandle you between his legs, your naked back resting against his chest, wrinkling his perfect white button down.

“just relax, princess,” he purred into your hair, prying your legs open and draping them over his.

you hadn’t even realized you’d closed your legs — shy before the classmate you’d always fancied. your head was spinning now, lying naked on top of him, your mind scrambling to catch up with reality as he kissed your neck and gently groped your breasts, sending sharp shocks down to the base of your belly.

“oh.”

the soft moan that fell from your lips was involuntary, a primal reaction to the feeling of his fingertips finding your clit, warming you from the inside out. you felt him smile against the underside of your jaw, pleased with himself for pulling such filthy noises from you.

“that feel good? answer me.”

“y-yes, draco,” you whined, arching your back off of him as his fingers pumped in and out of you, the other hand still drawing circles on your clit.

“I can feel you squeezing me, go ahead and let go,” he encouraged, curling his fingers forward into your g-spot.

your back arched his chest and you drew your knees up as you came hard, a thousand tiny explosions going off in your body. you trapped draco’s hand between your legs, every muscle tensing as he cradled you, slowly stroking you through the waves of your orgasm.

he smiled when you collapsed against him, out of breath and muscles weak. a wave of his wand cleaned up the impressive mess you’d made at the mercy of his touch. you basked in the relief that you’d craved all day, struggling to stay awake in his arms. he pulled a blanket over you, settling down, letting you get the rest you needed.