#give back the pillow bj

[80smen-fanclub]

This is for @mashbrainrot , what can I say- enjoy

[heejake-hoon]

Sunghoon waking up to you sucking him off(mdni)

Ask: I love love love your writing! Im not sure if you've done one where you pay sunghoon back for helping you sleep by waking him up with a Bj? if not, could I possibly request it 🥹

You wake up slowly, the morning sun filtering through the curtains and casting a warm glow over the bedroom. Stretching languidly, you turn your head to see Sunghoon still asleep beside you, his handsome face relaxed and peaceful in slumber.

A fond smile curves your lips as memories of last night flood your mind - the way he'd touched you, tasted you, worshipped your body with his mouth and hands until you were a trembling, pleading mess beneath him. He always takes such good care of you, always seems to know exactly what you need.

And right now, seeing him like this, all tousled hair and bare skin, you know exactly what you need. Or rather, what you want to give him.

Carefully, so as not to wake him just yet, you slip out of bed and pad naked to the bathroom. After brushing your teeth and freshening up a bit, you return to the bedroom, a mischievous smile playing about your lips as you crawl back onto the mattress.

Sunghoon is still dead to the world, lying on his back with one arm thrown above his head, the sheets tangled low around his hips. Your gaze drags appreciatively over his body, from the strong line of his jaw down the elegant column of his throat, over the defined ridges of his chest and abs.

God, he's so beautiful it almost hurts to look at him sometimes. And he's all yours.

Settling between his spread thighs, you lean down and press a soft, open-mouthed kiss to his sternum, right over his steadily beating heart. Sunghoon stirs slightly but doesn't wake, so you continue your path downward, trailing your lips over his sleep-warm skin as your hands smooth up his sides.

When you reach his navel, you dip your tongue inside teasingly before continuing lower, nuzzling into the thin trail of hair leading down from his belly button. Sunghoon shifts again, a low sound rumbling in his chest, and you know he's starting to wake up.

Smiling to yourself, you mouth at his hip bone, sucking lightly as your hand wraps around his half-hard cock, giving him a slow, teasing stroke. That gets a reaction, Sunghoon's hips twitching up into your touch as a breathy moan escapes him.

"Y/N…" he mumbles, voice rough with sleep and arousal as his eyes flutter open to peer down at you hazily.

"Good morning," you purr, licking a stripe up the underside of his cock before swirling your tongue around the tip, gathering the bead of precum that's already leaked out. "Sleep well?"

"Fuck," Sunghoon groans, head thumping back against the pillow as you take him into your mouth properly, sinking down until he hits the back of your throat. "Y-yeah, I slept- oh god- slept fine. What are you…?"

You pull off with an obscene pop, grinning up at him impishly. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm returning the favor from last night."

And with that, you dive back in, taking him as deep as you can and hollowing your cheeks as you start to bob your head, setting a slow, torturous rhythm. Sunghoon's hands fly to your hair, fingers tangling in the silky strands as he fights the urge to thrust up into the wet heat of your mouth.

You can feel him hardening further against your tongue, growing hotter and heavier with every pass of your lips. His low breathy moans and gasps are music to your ears, spurring you on as you take him deeper, relaxing your throat to accommodate his considerable size.

"Baby, fuck, your mouth," Sunghoon pants, abs flexing as he struggles to keep still. "Feels so fucking good, god, look at you. Taking me so well, shit-"

Pride and arousal swirl through you at his praise, at the knowledge that you can reduce him to a babbling mess with just your mouth. Doubling your efforts, you start to stroke what you can't fit, twisting your wrist and flicking your tongue just the way he likes.

Sunghoon's grip on your hair tightens, a strangled groan tearing from his throat as his hips start to pump shallowly, unable to hold back any longer. You moan around him, the vibrations making his cock twitch against your tongue, and you know he's getting close.

Pulling back until just the tip rests on your tongue, you look up at him from under your lashes, holding his blown-black gaze as you start to stroke him faster, tongue swirling around the head on every upstroke.

"Come on, baby," you murmur, voice low and sultry, lips brushing over his sensitive skin with every word. "Come for me. Wanna taste you, want you to fill my mouth, c'mon Sunghoon, give it to me-"

"Fuck, I'm gonna-" Sunghoon cuts himself off with a guttural moan, his whole body going taut as his orgasm crashes over him. You work him through it, stroking and sucking and swallowing around him until he's spent, until he's pushing weakly at your shoulder because it's too much.

Pulling off, you lick your lips and crawl up his body, settling on his chest and grinning down at him smugly. Sunghoon huffs a low breathless laugh, hands coming up to rest on your hips as he shakes his head at you in amused disbelief.

"You," he says, voice still a little shaky, "are perfect for me baby."

You hum at the feeling of his hands massaging your scalp before leaning down to kiss him slow and deep. Sunghoon kisses you back lazily, licking into your mouth like he's trying to chase his own taste on your tongue.

When you finally pull back, he's looking up at you with so much tenderness, so much adoration, it makes your heart squeeze almost painfully in your chest. Cupping your face in his big hands, he strokes his thumbs over your cheekbones, touch impossibly gentle.

"I love you," he murmurs, eyes soft and warm as they search yours. "So fucking much, you have no idea."

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A.N: I should learn how to end these drabbles, m so bad at aftercare so ignore the ending. And thanks to the annonie who sent this ask, hope you enjoy it 😊🧡🧡🧡

[jiminsafairy]

the thrill of the show - jungkook (cam couple +18)

pairings :bf!jungkook x gf!reader

summary: your boyfriend Jungkook comes up with the idea of starting your own cam channel with the excuse of making some extra cash

warnings: live sex (cam couple), tities, a lot of titties! unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys), bj, doggy style, he cums in her tits, they are so in love

wc:2k

a/n: this is my first fic, it took me a while to muster up the courage to post anything here... also english is not my first languaje so excuse my mistakes, be nice!!

"You want us to do what!?" you say, almost choking on your coffee.

"I said, ‘why don't we start a sex cam channel’?" repeats Jungkook on a Thursday morning, while both of you are having breakfast before leaving to the gym.

“Have you gone mad!?” you say.

"Come on, babe, it'll be fun! we get to do what we love and gain a bit of extra money from it. I know how bad you wanna change our couch" your boyfriend says, pointing at the old beat out red couch.

You nod. He was right. You have been dreaming about changing that hideous piece of furniture since you moved to the apartment a year ago. That thing was uncomfortable as hell. Always ended up with sore knees after being fucked on it.

"I give you one chance, one, you hear me?" you state, putting one finger up, "and if I'm somewhat uncomfortable with the whole thing, we immediately cut".

"I wouldn't do it other way, love" coos your boyfriend, giving you a quick peck, "I'm gonna go sign up on the site and set my camera" says disappearing through the kitchen door.

That is how you ended up in this situation, lying in bed with your boyfriend, only wearing a black lace set of lingerie.

"Baby, don't you think you went a bit overboard buying all of… this?" you say pointing at the two — very expensive looking, one might say —softboxes directed at you both, and the 27”-inch new monitor displaying your almost naked image.

"Not at all love, we need to have the best equipment in order to succeed" says Jungkook with a grin, "shall we begin?" he says signaling to the 'start live' button. “You do the honors, babe”.

You reach for the laptop and click on the button, "Here goes nothing" you say, going back to bed.

"And now we wait for people to join us" says Jungkook, placing his hands behind his head and leaning against the pillow "oh look! we have our first viewers!” says excited, “We are Jungkook and y/n, this is our first time doing this so please be good to us".

[imyourdaddy94]: why are they just layin in bed? booooriiingggggggg, imma get out here if you don't start doin something

[punish__me]: you look cute, but I won't subscribe if all you do plan to do is just cuddling

[sugar.tits88]: hey guys, you know this is supposed to be a live sex channel, right...? im leaving

"No, no, guys!" says Jungkook sounding alarmed, "we are fun, please, stay!" he turns to you, placing one hand on your neck and other one on the small of your back, "let's show them how fun we can be".

He starts kissing you, and you reciprocate. You were feeling shy at first, but as the kiss progressed, you started to get more onto the idea of being watched by strangers on the internet.

Your right hands grasps the back of his neck pushing him closer to you. Jungkook breaks the kiss, looking at the chat again, and smiles to you.

[imyourdaddy94]: show us her tits!

"They want to see your tits, should we show them?" says Jungkook placing one hand on the small of your back and going upwards. You nod, giving him permission.

Jungkook unclasps your bra, helping you sliding it down your arms, showing everyone your large, round breasts. He starts planting small kisses on your neck, going all the way down, grabbing your big breasts with his hands, massaging them.

"Can I?" says Jungkook with his lips close to your nipple, ,"would you let me suck your pretty tits?, he asks. The feeling of his warm breath hitting your sensitive flesh is driving you crazy

“Just do it already Jungkook!" you whimper, raising your voice. You need his mouth on your nipple.

[sugar_tits88]: uh, she's feisty...i like her

You hear the sound of the tips filling the room. You are getting that couch. Your boyfriend chuckles at your tone, lips closing around your left nipple, while pinching the other one. "Oh God Jungkook, don't stop!" you moan.

"My girl loves having her pretty titties sucked, right?" he says, while he keeps sucking at your breasts, switching between nipples. Mouth on one nipple, tattoed hand pinching the other. you let out a needy moan, enjoying the feeling.

Your hand travels south, palming his length from the outside of his black Calvin's.

"I wanna suck your cock" you say panting.

"You want to stuff your pretty mouth with my cock? Is that what you want?" he asks, already knowing the anser.

"Yes, please!", you plead.

"Alright then. Could you take my cock out for me, love?" he asks, going back to taking your nipple in his mouth.

You take his cock out and start stroking it, from the base to the tip. "Mmm...so big..." you say, loving the feeling of your boyfriend's big cock in your hand.

 [punishme__]: look at that thing!! its fucking huge!! subscribing

Jungkook releases your nipple with a loud pop, giving your tits one last squeeze. He proceeds to lay on the bed, stroking his cock at a steady pace, tattoed hand going up and down his shaft.

"What my baby wants my baby gets” Jungkook says with a chuckle, "come here", says palming the space next to him. "I don't wanna brag guys, but her cock-sucking skills are amazing" he chuckles.

Strangers watching you getting your tits sucked made you so horny that you want to give them your best performance. Getting on your knees, you grab his cock by the base, and start pressing small kisses at the tip.

Feeling his cock twitch, you start giving long licks up and down his shaft. You hear him whine, and you wrap your lips around the tip, licking all the pre cum. Jungkook moans, reaching for your nipples and pitching them, “that’s it babe, keep going, wanna fuck that pretty mouth of yours”.

You take his whole length on your mouth, trying to avoid the gag reflex. Jungkook starts bucking up his hips, fucking your mouth, “look at you, taking all this cock in your pretty little mouth. Bet you love having people looking at you while you suck me”.

You moan, nodding, mouth full of cock. “Fuck love, if you keep going at it like that I’m gonna cum in your mouth, and I want to fuck you first” he phants. “On your hands and knees babe, facing the camera, let them see those big tits bounce” Jungkook demands, and you obey.

Getting on all fours, you place yourself facing the camera, watching the lewd image that the both of you portray through the monitor. Jungkook gets behind you, reaching for the hem of your lace panties.

He bends down and start giving small kisses at your back, while tugging at your underwear. Panties off, he kneads your ass checks, “Ready babe?” he asks giving your ass a loud smack. His hand gets to your pussy, placing one finger inside your needy hole “you are so wet y/n, it is all for me? Or is it because people are watching you?” he says, adding another digit.

“All for you, it’s all for you", you state.

"Liar" he says, taking his fingers out of your pussy and licking them clean. “You taste so good baby”.

[badgirlie444]: eat her out!!!

“They want me to eat you out…but I think we’ll leave that out for another time” he says. Grabbing his cock by the base, he gets closer to you.

“Please Kook, want your big cock inside me” you plead, “want you to fuck me numb”. He starts rubbing it up and down your needy slit.

“Like I said before, what my pretty girlfriend wants, she gets” he says entering your pussy with one hard thrust. You moan at the feeling, big cock filling your needy hole.

“God, you are so tight” he moans between thrusts, “such a tight pussy, taking this big cock so well”.

Moans mixed with the sound of the tips coming nonstop fill the room. Your sweaty bodies making the lewdest sounds.

“Harder, please, want you to fuck me harder” you plead, tits bouncing, pussy clenching around his big cock “I want to feel your cock as deep and hard as you can, I need you close”. He starts thrusting harder, cock hitting near your cervix. “That is how you like it mm? such a dirty girl”, he says, giving your ass another slap. You moan in response, just enjoying the feeling of his cock pounding into you.

[cckaddicted]: look at those tits bounce!!! I love you guys

Jungkook grabs your tits on his hands and motions you to get back on your knees and lay against him. Hands pinching your nipples while keeps thrusting inside your needy pussy. “C’mon baby, moan for them, let them know who’s making you feel this good” he coos at your ear. You moan loudly, lost in pleasure.

His right hand leaves your nipple and reaches for your clit, rubbing it slowly. You cannot stand it anymore, you need to cum, “I’m close baby, please make me cum” you implore, hips bucking against his.

He starts rubbing your clit harder, applying more pressure on the sensitive bud, “my dirty girl wants to cum, mmh?” he surprises you with a hard slap to your needy pussy, that sending you over the edge.

“I-I’m cumming Kook, p-please don’t stop, please!” you cry, cumming on his cock while he keeps up with his thrusts. “That’s it love, cum, I got you,"he coos "you feel so good clenching around my cock” whispers your boyfriend next to your ear, as he keeps stroking your clit, helping you ride your high.

Once you get back to reality, you feel his thrusts getting sloppier, and you know he’s getting close to cumming, needy hands grabbing onto your flesh.

Left hand still pinching your nipple, he places two tattoed fingers inside your mouth, and you suck them as if it was his cock. “Baby I’m close, you feel so good, I’m gonna cum, god, I’m so close” he says between moans. “Where do you want me?” he asks you, feeling his release getting closer and closer.

“Tits” you answer.

He takes his cock out your pussy and gets up to stand next to the bed’s edge, and you feel your pussy clench at the feeling. You already miss him, wishing he could be inside you forever.

You, who are still on your knees, crawl on the bed, putting your tits at the same height as his cock. “That’s it, love, press them together for me, would you do that?” he asks, hand stroking up and down his shaft, putting more pressure on the tip.

You press your tits together, looking at him in the eye. God, he’s so handsome. And all yours.

“I’m so close baby,” he whines as he fastens his pace. You kneel a bit, getting close to hiim, and put your tongue out, licking the tip.

That sends him over the edge “I’m cumming, give me your tits”. After a few more strokes you feel the warm spurts of cum landing on your tits, ”I’m cumming so hard”. He keeps stoking his cock, getting all the cum out. He slaps his cock against your tits, smearing all the cum, and you get your tongue out to clean him up.

“That was…something” he says between pants. You laugh as you get up, giving him a passionate kiss. Your cum covered tits press against his chest.

Once you are a bit more relaxed, you decide to look at the chat. Jungkook reads a few of them out loud, happy with the aftermath of your little show.

[cckaddicted]: that was so hot! you have one new subscriber

[gddgirl4]: I hope you guys don’t mind I got my vibrator out for this I came so hard

"Thank you so much monsterdick74 for the tip! Thank you all”, he replies to a few more comments, making small talk. He tells the chat that this was not a one-time thing, and that you are planning on doing more live streams more often.

“Same time tomorrow? What do you guys think?” he asks the chat. Everyone is excited, and the subscriber count keeps going up. “That was all for today guys, see you!” pressing on the ‘end of live’ button, you see the chat disappearing, going back to being only you two.

“Well, I guess we’ll have to do this again tomorrow, right babe?” you say, filled with excitement.

“I gues we finaly getting that couch” he says, laughing.

[gojipink]

privilege

ஐ ft. diluc

ஐ summary. giving diluc a blowjob so good, he revokes your bj card :(

ஐ warnings. N*SFW, mdni, fem!reader, deep throating, fem. pet names. 1.4k words

ஐ notes. part of my bj mini series! check out more parts here ✧˖°.

“waitwaitwaitwait,” diluc catching your arm, stopping your trail of kisses down his stomach as you peer up at him through your eyelashes. 

he swallows thickly, mind reeling from your ministrations, a little embarrassed at how he’s found himself to be on the receiving end of your love. undressed to only his boxer briefs, laying flat on his back as you slide down his body, worshiping every inch of skin in your path downwards.

“what’s wrong, ‘luc?” you ask as you plant an innocent kiss at the start of his v-line. 

to be honest, you knew exactly what you were doing. diluc has been so busy, so stressed out recently that you wanted to take a night to focus on him. to let him receive even half as much love and pleasure that you receive from him on an almost nightly basis. you knew exactly what you were doing when you straddled him on the bed, giving his lips a searing kiss as you slowly pushed him back to lay his head down on the plush pillows. making him so distracted by your onslaught of hot, wet kisses down his jaw and neck that he wouldn't notice what you were trying to accomplish. 

“my love,” he calls out breathlessly, “what are you doing all the way down there? come lay down, i should be the one taking care of you, don't you think, darling?” 

you breath out a laugh as you nip at his hip bone making him draw in a sharp breath as his hardening dick flinches in its confines. 

“i want to be down here, diluc. actually i'm not even exactly where i wanna be yet,” you tease.

“love-” he tries to argue before you interrupt him,

“please, ‘luc,” you pout up at him, “lemme take care of you this time. wanna make you feel good, i’ve missed the way you feel in my mouth,” you plead. 

diluc has only let you suck him off a small handful of times throughout your entire relationship. it's not that he doesn't like it, quite the opposite actually. it’s just when it comes to sex, he gets off on getting you off. your pleasure is genuinely his pleasure, he’s almost sure he could cum at the sight of you coming undone alone. but when you look up at him almost pleadingly with your lips so so close to his straining cock, he lets his resolve melt a little and lets you take whatever you want from him. 

he sighs, his big hand coming up to cup your face, thumb caressing the apple of your cheeks. “if…if that’s what you really want then… but go slow, love. don't hurt yourself, okay?” 

you inwardly melt at his concern as you flash him a smile, “thank you, ‘luc. i’ll be careful, i promise.” 

he huffs out a sigh while his hands brush your hair out of your face, “yeah, that’s what you said last time before you choked on it.”

you giggle at his words before playfully nipping at his skin right above the waistband of his underwear. “and who came almost immediately feeling my throat tighten on his cock?” you tease. 

“darli-mmph-” he tries to argue before you cut him off with a warm wet lick along the heavy shaft of his cock through the fabric of his underwear. 

his breathing instantly becomes heavier as you press teasing opened mouth kisses to his twitching length while your fingers hook over the waistband to slowly drag the last article of clothing off his hips. 

diluc raises himself on an elbow to watch you through hazy vision as he uses his other hand to help you pull the fabric off. 

as you discard them onto the floor by the bed, diluc’s wraps a hand around his throbbing cock squeezing at the base a little, giving himself a couple of short pumps. 

“my love, you don't have to do this,” he tries to convince you one last time as you make yourself comfortable between his thighs, “come lay down, hm? let me make you feel good, bet she’s just aching for it, isn't she, angel?”

you pout at him knowing that he’s trying to rile you up on purpose, hoping that if he gets you needy enough you’ll let him take over. you would be lying to yourself if you said his plan wasn’t effective, not with the way his filthy words strike straight to your cunt making your little hole clench around nothing.

“it’ll be my turn later, wanna taste you first,” you insist, your hands dragging up his thighs, nails lightly raking over the cords of thick muscle. 

diluc’s jaw tightens when your smaller hands replace his on his swollen cock. using both of hands to twist around the entirety of his length, making him draw in a sharp inhale. 

his piercing gaze follows your every movement as you open your mouth slightly, letting a pool of saliva fall past your lips and drop onto his flushed tip. diluc’s lip part in a silent moan as he watches the filthy sight, mind filling with fog as your hands drag across his length smearing your saliva over him. 

his resolve to switch positions finally dying down as he gently tangles his fingers in your hair, subconsciously pushing down the slightest bit trying to encourage your soft lips to meet his drooling cock. 

your lips finally meet his aching tip as you press a sweet kiss to his oozing slit before you take his length into the warmth of your mouth. 

diluc hisses at the feeling of your tongue repeatedly circling around his tip then massaging at the pulsing thick vein on the underside of his cock. 

“mmmh, love, s-slow, go slow,” he pants while his fingers tighten themselves in your hair, trying to grasp for control over the situation he’s found himself in. “doing so good, darling, mmph-! d-dont go any deeper, just-ngh keep it...keep it there.” 

you hum while bobbing your head up and down, the vibrations going right to his tightening balls as he tilts his head up to the ceiling a guttural groan ripping through the room. all senses filled with him, you desperately want to disobey his orders and just want to feel him further. want to feel his tip poke at the back of your throat as you swallow around him, want to know what he sounds like when his hips involuntarily stutter, thrusting his dick down further. 

knowing he’s slowly losing himself in bliss, you test the waters by slowly inching your mouth lower and lower until you feel his coarse red hair tickling your nose. you close your eyes and take a breath before surging forward practically devouring him whole.

the constricting feeling of your throat wrapping around his sensitive tip forces his hips to jerk in surprise, his mind short circuiting at the addicting sensation.

“ah-! l-love, oooh f-fuck! wait-!” he chokes out, his hands fisting tightly in your hair desperately trying to keep your head still, torn between wanting to push you down just a little bit further or pull you off him to scold you for deliberately ignoring his warnings to be careful. 

thick, milky ropes of his cum hit the back of your tongue as he pulls his leaking tip away to keep you from bullying his twitchy cock further into your throat. 

you swallow every spurt of cum, not letting a single drop leak through the corners of your lips. soothingly licking his shaft, softly bringing him down from his high, his chest harshly rising and falling, his eyebrows knitted together as he gazes at you with glossed over eyes. 

you lick one last stripe up his length, making his dick twitch in overstimulation, before sitting on your knees in between his legs, hands massaging his flexed thighs. 

he huffs out a breath as he gives you a pointed look, “alright, your privileges have been permanently revoked.” 

your mouth falls open in shock, “what! you liked it, though!” 

he shakes his head as he reaches to grab your elbows to drag you off of your knees. he rolls the both of you over, you now laying underneath him, face caged in by his strong arms. 

he tenderly lays a soft kiss on your lips, cock stirring when he vaguely tastes himself on you. he pulls back just slightly to chastise you, “i distinctly remember telling you to be care-” 

“and i distinctly remember you, once again, cumming as soon as your cock hit my thro-mmph!” you try to interrupt him only for him to cut you off by capturing your lips in a heavy, greedy kiss.

“what am i going to do with you,” he sighs into your mouth as you giggle and wrap your legs around his waist. 

[rafeyscurtainbangs]

Mornings with Him - Rafe Cameron Blurb

+18 Minor DNI

Rafe x Girlfriend!Reader

⭐️ republished ⭐️

🪄 warnings: oral sex, language, pet names, roughish oral, brief unprotected p in v

📖 based off an ask: anon – Reader waking up rafe with a bj 🤠

760 Words

Reader’s POV:

You breathe deeply, eyes opening slowly as you take in your familiar surroundings. Tanneyhill, North Carolina at its finest. The warm summer breeze kicks up the crisp white curtains through the drawn window. Rafe pulls you in a little closer, his strong arms dragging you toward his bare chest, nuzzling himself in the crook of your neck like his personal teddy bear.

There’s nothing on the schedule for the day but a trip to Charleston. Rafe, wanting to spoil you as usual with a shopping trip for his favorite girl. A personal thank you for not losing your mind after he disappeared for a few days on business.

His rough thumb brushes your stomach, even in his sleep his hands find some way to find their resting place on you. His gold rings shimmer as his hand moves a little lower, causing a sinful smile to spread on your lips.

Good morning, Rafe.

Rafe snores lightly, followed by a sleepy little groan as he proves you wrong, continuing with the slumber. He wraps his arms tightly around you, pushing his body flush with yours– his hard cock pressing against the plush of your ass.

Grabbing his wrist you pluck his hand off your body, causing him to tense up and draw a sharp breath. His muscles soften into the pillow once more as you slip under the linen sheets, working lower on the California King.

Your eyes travel down Rafe’s naked form: tanned skin and strong muscles, two deep v-lines leading to his aching cock. He’s throbbing. You feel yourself start to pulse too as you eye the sheen of precum glistening on his tip, making your mouth water. Taking Rafe’s hips you press them flat, resting him back on the mattress as you slot yourself between his thighs.

Flattening your tongue you meet his warm skin, licking the length of his shaft to his swollen mushroom tip. You kitten lick the cum off, watching as his stomach muscles wind tight, still not awake, his body responding to your touch on its own.

Easing onto him slowly you take him back into your mouth, little by little, going as deep as you can go without gagging. Rafe lets out a soft groan as you begin to bob up and down, your hands resting lightly on his hips, sucking him off with no hands.

Rafe inhales sharply, unintentionally bucking his hips causing you to finally gag. He lets out a low, drawn-out moan as he comes to. “Baby girl…” He mumbles, “M’dreaming. Gotta be dreamin’,” he chuckles lightly, his voice is gravelly and low, the depth alone lighting you on fire.

Rafe lifts the sheet, meeting your gaze, smiling blissfully as he lifts his sleepy head off the pillow. ”You’re so fucking beautiful, princess. You know that?“ He praises.

You suck off his cock, giving him a hazy smile, your eyes half-lidded, unable to take your eyes off him. He’s beautiful himself, his sandy blonde bangs a mess. His beautiful blue eyes on you like you’re the only things he sees.

Rafe rakes his large hand into your hair, wordlessly demanding that you give him more as he gathers your hair in a ponytail. You sink lower, taking as much of him as you can get, making him moan. He throws his head back into the pillow, covering his face with his palm. “Oh my god, baby. Feels so fuckin’ good.”

His hand follows your head as you shift, the other tossing off the sheet completely to get a better view. Rafe applies pressure to the back of your head, using your mouth to stroke his dick, working you up and down. You gag on his shaft, lewd noises pouring out of the both of you as spit rolls out the corners of your lips.

”Just like that, baby. Just. Like. That,“ he punctuates each word with a rough thrust into your open mouth. Cupping his balls with your hand you roll them delicately, causing his breathing to hitch and quicken. Rafe’s moaning and praise draws a little closer, far louder than before. He traces his tongue along his bottom lip, his eyelids falling low. “I wanna finish inside you, baby. Co’mere – Come,” he murmurs.

Rafe presses back into the headboard, stroking his spit-covered cock in his fist as he tugs you closer. He looks down, watching as your warm wet cunt swallows his cock completely. He presses his lips against yours, cumming hard, moaning into your kiss as he buries his load deep.

”Fuck, Rafe,“ you whine.

“Good morning, princess.”

[hoernypie]

Satoru's NNN

tags: bj

How long he lasted: 8 days

As November started you decided to make a little bet with him - if he wins No Nut November you'll be filling all his reports for the next month, but if you win - he'll get you whatever you want. When the first week passed you were surprised that Satoru lasted that long considering constant whining and dry humping you while he edged himself - making his situation worse.

As the second week of November just started, you found yourself eager and curious about the outcome of your bet with Satoru. On the eighth day of November, the tension between you two had reached a boiling point. His eyes were glazed over with a mix of desperation and frustration, and you couldn't help but feel a little bit of pity seeing him almost whimpering for your touch. Each day you wore skimpy clothes, making him even more frustrated as his underwear was constantly stained with precum from your teasing.

On the fateful eighth day of November, Satoru's self-control finally crumbled like the last cookie in a jar. After another round of your relentless teasing, dressed in a skimpy nightgown that left nothing to the imagination, you watched with a smug smile as he tightly gripped the cushion, pressing it tightly to his crotch, trying to take a deep breath, but it was pointless. His breath grew ragged and his eyes widened, the battle lost as he reached down and gave into the sweet release he had been fighting for a week. You had won the bet, and now it was time for you to pay up for that behavior.

The moment Satoru's grip on his self-control slipped away, a sense of victory and excitement washed over you. You had successfully won the bet and now had the power to ask for whatever you desired. As he sits there, panting and defeated, you chuckle, watching the reality of his loss sink in. "Well, well, it seems I've won," you said sweetly, placing hands on his shoulders, and sliding them down to his chest. "What will it be, Satoru?" His hands threw away the pillow, showing the enormous wet patch on his sweats. "Anything, just touch me or I'll die," he murmured with a pout at losing the bet, his voice strained. You bit your bottom lip, trying not to laugh. "Hmm, I'll think about it," you said playfully, leaving him in suspense. Little did he know, you were about to make up for this week, feeling bad after he tried so hard.

"Since you've suffered so much, I think I'll give you a prize for making it this far," you said while walking around the couch and kneeling in front of him. "But remember, this is just a small prize for enduring the first week, a consolation prize." Satoru's eyes snapped to yours, hope flickering within them as he nodded desperately. You reached up and gently began to slide down his sweatpants, his body tensing. As his erection sprang free from his wet underwear, you took it in your hand, feeling the heat and the throbbing pulse as he fought not to cum right now. You started to stroke him slowly, watching his face contort with pleasure as his hips jerked in response. "Satoru, better buy me something really nice," you said amused. He could only manage a nod, his eyes squeezed shut as he savored the feeling of your touch after his week of self-denial. With a smirk, you leaned in and wrapped your lips around the head of his cock, tasting the salty precum that had gathered there. You felt him shiver and his hands grabbed the back of your head, pushing you further down as he lost himself in the sensation that he missed badly.

Your hand glided over his shaft, stroking it with just the right amount of pressure to keep him on the edge, but not push him over. "Let's see how long can you last" you whispered, your breath tickling tip as you took more of his length into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. Satoru's moans grew louder, his grip on your hair tightening as he fought to follow your command. You felt the vein on his cock pulse against your tongue, and the taste of his pre, made you want more. You hadn't felt that powerful in some time while controlling his pleasure.

Satoru's hips began to buckle involuntarily, his body desperately seeking release. His whimpers grew louder as you maintained your gentle but firm rhythm, each stroke, and suckle bringing him closer to cumming. His eyes rolled back, his grip on the couch cushions tightening as his hands left your hair, his fingers digging into the fabric. His breaths came in short, stuttering gasps as his body tensed, fighting against the overwhelming pleasure. "Ah, fuck," he murmured, his voice hoarse and desperate. You looked up at him, your eyes twinkling with mischief as you increased the tempo of your strokes, feeling his cock swell in your mouth. His legs quivered, and his body arched, his movements growing more erratic as the dam of his self-control began to crack. You could feel his climax approaching. The room was filled with the sound of his ragged breathing and the wet, suckling noises of your mouth as you brought him closer and closer to the edge.

Feeling Satoru's precum mixed with your saliva, you decided to push him just a bit further. You slid your mouth down his dick, taking him all the way in until your nose was nestled in his soft pubic hair. Your throat constricted around his cock, and you swallowed around the thickness of him, making him buck his hips upwards. His moans grew more frantic, and you felt his cock throb heavily in your mouth, the precum flowing like a river as you teased the slit with the tip of your tongue. You pulled back slightly, licking along the underside of his shaft before returning to the head, sucking hard. You watched the muscles in his abs tighten as his orgasm built, and with a final, deep suck, you felt him filling your mouth. Satoru's entire body tensed, his cock pulsing as he released his week-long pent-up hot cum down your throat. You swallowed eagerly, the warmth and taste, making you crave more. As his orgasm subsided, his body went limp, and his hands fell away from the couch. You pulled back, licking your lips with a satisfied smile, knowing that his defeat had been sweet, but your true prize was yet to be claimed.

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Dark In My Imagination

(aka sex with the boys headcannons)

I'm writing a kitty Xav one shot and it inspired me into writing this headcannon. It's gonna be bellow the cut cause it does get explicit. Now, I see them being quite versatile, so if this doesn't float your boat, don't read.

Xavier

— Lots of praise, that man does not shut up with his praise. Can sometimes ask for praise too, he'll go from "You're such a good girl for me" to "Does it feel good, angel? You like how I fuck you?"

— Doesn’t make much noise beside gasping, but his dirty talk? The best out there.

— Possessive, this one is one we can all agree on.

— Would fuck you in public, the only thing stopping him from doing that is you. Unless you give an inkling of being into that, then nothing is stopping him from doing it.

— Overstimulation and multiple orgasms. Doesn't matter who cums how many times, it's happening, although he does prefer it when it's you who is overstimulated.

— Pussy jobs, he likes those, and also likes fucking your thighs. Yes, there's lots of cum to clean up afterwards.

— Will mark you up, you're gonna look like you got mauled by the time he's done with you.

— There's no favorite position, he's gonna do most of– if not all of them.

— Mostly a pillow prince when you peg him, and you know what's even worse? The fact that he cries while you do it. No, I will not allow any questions on this.

— Likes his bj's wet and messy. Honestly, he just likes making a mess out of you.

Zayne

— Prefers the bed but is not averse to fucking you in: the couch, his office, his car, the kitchen and the kitchen floor or the dinner table.

— One time he came in his pants while kissing you and still does it when you decide to be mean and tease him relentlessly.

— Gets pussy drunk and teary eyed when you ride him, yessiiir.

— Can get vocal, but not necessarily loud. He looks like he'll try to be quiet but a few grunts and gasps will still escape through. Also, his facial expressions? *chef's kiss* he will look at you like you hung the moon, the starts and created everything that exists.

— Bondage, goes both ways but he especially enjoys when you're the one that's tied up.

— Enjoys when you leave hickeys on his collarbones. Neck is not allowed because ✨️ privacy ✨️ but oh, does he love knowing that they're there.

— Plays with your boobs like there's no tomorrow.

— Lots of fingering just because. He'll give you two orgasms with just his fingers before fucking you.

— Secretly likes it when you manhandle him a little.

— Has a Sir or daddy kink for sure, one of both.

Rafayel

— Bite marks your nape every chance he gets.

— Loves fucking your tits.

— He is vocal, you cannot fuck him in public cause he'll get you guys caught. I'm talking: whines, moans, gasps, grunts. Dirty talk? More like babbles, just a string of words that never fully connect.

— Beach sex, uh-huh, specially at night. Matter of fact, loves fucking you while being in the water, doesn't matter if it's a river, lake, beach, pool or bathtub.

— Has asked for you to be his nude model so many times and 8/10 he says "fuck it" and fucks you right then and there.

— Edging and overstimulation, especially when you do it to him, he's addicted.

— You pegged him once and now it happens every once in a while. Also, he totally has a sensitive prostate, he'll cum from just the stimulation alone.

— Remember how quick he was to call mc "master"? And how into being collared he was? Yeaaah, those are going in the kink list.

— ROLEPLAY, ROLEPLAY IS ALSO GOING IN THERE.

— Likes it when you put your hand around his neck and simply hold it there.

Sylus

— Loves taking his time with you and making you beg for him.

— Lots of whispering in your ear, lots of praise and teasing.

— Pain and biting kink and you cannot convince me otherwise. Loves it when you bite him and leave scratches on his back.

— Not really a fan of doing it in public, likes being the only one that sees you in that vulnerable state.

— Collars and chains. Sometimes he gets rough when you collar him up and put him on a leash because he knows that's what you want and other times he just worships you even more.

— Spanks you from time to time.

— Miiiirrrooooooors. If he's going to fuck you from behind, there has to be a mirror in front of you. Hell, sometimes he'll put you on his lap and put a mirror in front of you so you see yourself while he fingers you senseless.

— Remember that about taking his time? Yeah, he'll edge you while doing that. And when you do get to cum, he'll overstimulate you for a little bit.

— Loves it when you pull his hair, idk why, don't ask me no questions.

— Chokes you only when you ask him to. The first time he double and tripple checked your were okay with it, and even them, it still took him a while to be as rough as you wanted him to be.

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blow.

one shot PWP in night walks AU

2k, joel miller x f!reader. joel master list

SUMMARY: PWP. You do a line off his dick and he wants to bang, but you give him an amazing BJ instead. Then a little later, he does put it in you. A/N: This takes place between Harder (where the coke bender starts) and The Morning After, so you’re already nice and high. There was also an ask on this a while back. WARNINGS: I8+, drugs (coke), grinding, breeding kink, mildly dubcon via mutual drug use (established sexual partners), blow job (ball sucking, kinda cock worshippy), jacking off, mild somnophilia, brief p in v, creampie 🤍

Joel’s already fucked you, and he’s fucked you harder, and you’ve come hard as hell.  You’ve moved from the sofa to his bed and you’re both naked. The plan is to take a nap, then do it again. The darkness of his bedroom is welcome. It's minimalist, clean. Nothing on the walls. How weird that this will be your first time in his bed, or in any bed with him, for all the times you've hooked up. His bed is simple, but comfortable. So comfortable.  You settle into it on your back, and he lays an arm over you, face down on his stomach.  The arm is not ideal; you’re sweaty, and his body heat doesn’t help, but you can’t bring yourself to move.  You’ve just begun to drift off when he’s getting back on top of you. 

“C’mere, baby.”

He reaches between your legs and feels the remnants of his cum that’s trickled out between your thighs. “I’mma fill ya right back up.” 

He’s hard again, wedging his body between your legs, his ankles twisted up in sheets.  You’re kissing sloppily, groping each other’s bodies. You’re dying to have him inside you again.  By now he must suspect you’re on birth control, but the higher he is, the more he seems to think he can breed you. Or at least he wants to pretend. With his cock laid against your dripping heat, you're throbbing.

“Yeah,” he says and slides his arousal up and down against your clit. His eyes are wild, like he’s on another planet. “Gonna cum right in here,” he rests his hand on your lower belly then aggressively grabs your side as he grinds into you.   

“Hold on, pumpkin.” Joel reaches for his nightstand, and he sure as hell isn’t reaching for a condom. He turns on a lamp and it’s too bright.  “Shit,” he mutters as he puts it on the dimmest setting. He grabs the coke baggy and it’s almost empty.  “Let’s finish it.”

You ask, “Are you sure you want more?” It seemed minutes ago he was saying he got too high. Selfishly, you’d rather he fuck you first.  

“Not for me,” he mumbles. Then he opens the bag and groans as he lies back on two propped up pillows.  “Not much anyway.” You turn on your side to watch him.  You’re starting to come back down, but everything’s still vibrating.

He’s so sexy. You admire his profile, his dark eyes, his jawline, his scruff, his gorgeous head of dark hair. His muscular arms and chest. The light padding of his stomach, rising and falling. His happy trail, and then his gorgeous cock, near full mast.  And that’s where your eyes settle.  You can’t stop looking at the silhouette of his arousal in the dim, warm light. It’s fucking gorgeous, and it’s all for you. 

It better be all for you.  You never appreciated it before. Looking at it now, it’s so commanding.  No wonder he’s obsessed with it. Frankly, you are too.  It’s smooth, thick, and gets so stiff. It's curved upward just enough to hit that spot just right.  It’s perfect, and he fucks you so good with it. You’re salivating. Really, saliva is pooling at the corners of your mouth. 

Joel says, “here—“ he gets ready to dump the baggie on his fist, but he looks at you and stops talking when he sees the way you’re practically drooling over his dick.  You’re in a trance, mouth slightly open, saliva pooling at the corners, your breasts slowly heaving. 

“Mmmm. . . yeah, that’s for you, baby.” He wraps a hand around his cock. He holds the baggie up to his shaft and wiggles it as though to ask if you’d do a line off his dick, and you nod. He holds his cock flat and ungracefully dumps the rest of the white powder into a short, messy line. “Bad girl shit,” he murmurs and leans his head back against the wall, watching you through half lidded eyes.

You straddle his legs and your wet cunt grazes his knee as you get into position.  He moans softly when he feels it. You lower your head to his cock and look it right in the weeping eye. With the coke still on his shaft, you can’t help but reach your tongue out and take the precum. He gasps then mutters, “oh shit.” 

You look up and make brief eye contact. Then you bring your nose to his shaft and sniff off the white powder.  Some of it sticks to him. You tilt your head back and sniff a few times, feeling the bitter sting of the nasal drainage.

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“Attagirl. Now time for round 2.”  But you can’t pry yourself away.  You take the base of his cock in your hand and he encourages you, “Yeah, ride it, baby. . .Fuck, you’re hot.”

But with your mouth so close to his cock, with his musk filling your powder-caked nostrils, all you want to do is consume it. His hands try to urge you into his lap. “Lemme fill ya up, baby,” he lightly nudges your arms, but you hold firm and hover your mouth over his cock.  Most guys would be all about it, but he's got bigger things on his mind at the moment. Completely preoccupied with pumping you full of his cum.

“I gotta put my cum in ya,” he whispers. “Nice ‘n deep," his cock twitches. "Fuck it so it stays.” You take his tip into your mouth and he groans, then he mutters, “Ain’t gonna let me,.are ya?” 

Maybe later, but not until you’ve sucked this cock dry and swallowed every last drop.  Not until you’ve given him the best oral he’s ever had. If he ever thinks about another girl’s head in his lap or god forbid has one, you want him thinking about this.  

You suck the whole tip into your mouth, then bob your head on his cock, taking a little more of him into your mouth each time. The coke residue is bitter but quickly diluted by your ample saliva. His cock feels like heaven on your tongue. Warm and firm. The skin is smooth. You relax your jaw and suck from the back of your throat as you try to make his length disappear into your mouth, and you do. 

“Fuck yeah, baby,” he breathes as the silky tip slides down your throat. “Mmmm.” You curl your lips firmly around your teeth to protect his delicate skin.  Your head bobs, and you suck with all your might. You cradle his balls in one hand and hold the base firm with the other.  You lick him hard as you suck, massaging his shaft with your tongue. “Ohh, fuck,” he sighs.  You let saliva drip out of your mouth. You slobber all over his cock. “So fuckin hot.”   As you cradle his balls, you dip your middle finger against the harder skin behind them and he sucks air in through his teeth. “God damn.”  You’re throbbing and wet. You shift so you’re on top of one leg, and you can’t help but start to grind yourself on it. 

You let his length fall out of your mouth and down your chin, a string of spit falling to your chest. You lick up and down the shaft and around the tip, taking your time getting it nice and slobbery while making eye contact. Then you whisper “I fucking love this cock.”

"Ohh yeah " he moans. His eyes are already half closed.  Your hips move, seeking pressure on your sensitive place. 

“All yours, baby,” he whispers. “All this cock."  You lift the wet shaft out of your way and slowly stroke it while you turn your mouth’s attention to his balls. 

“Fucking love it,” you repeat directly to his cock this time, the breath of your words hitting the base of his shaft.  Then you lick from his shaft down the seam of his scrotum and back up before gently sucking one of his balls into your mouth. He gasps, then moans.   “Mmmm,” you hum as you gently suck his ball and stroke his shaft. You’re still moving on his leg, and tension is gathering in your deepest place. 

“Ohhh,” he moans.  You twirl your tongue around the ball and suck gently again before moving to the other one where you do the same. “Mmm,” these are the only sounds he can muster. No words, nothing intelligible. “Bay—ohhhh.”  You swirl your tongue around his balls and he’s breathing heavily, “mmmgh.” 

You try your best to get both balls in, stuffing your mouth full of them and he gasps, his breathing intensifying. You suck and gently tongue them, then you let them out, and you feel them twitch.  You get his dick wet with your slobber again, then return to his balls.  He watches you in a daze.  You’re getting closer and closer to the edge yourself. 

“God, I love this cock,” you repeat earnestly as you grind on him, and he grunts, “Mmm.” Your tongue sharpens and trails just below his balls, not quite to his anus, but close, and you tongue him as hard as you can while you stroke him with the new slobber and cradle his balls with the other hand.  You tongue him there and his balls tighten and you whisper, “Yeah, lemme swallow.”   He groans, wanting to put it in your cunt. 

“Won’t waste a drop” you say and suck his tip into your mouth.  You suck and make eye contact, and the next time your lower mound presses into his leg, you cum. You moan onto his cock, slowly moving on him as you throb against his leg, fuck.  At that point, he erupts in your mouth, and you feel his shaft pulse against your hand as he does.  He groans and you suck gently as his warm spend coats the roof of your mouth and the back of your throat. It takes him a minute to regain his speaking abilities. “God damn, pumpkin,” he sighs.  The look on his face tells you mission accomplished.

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Having given it your all, you’re tired, too tired to think about getting that cock inside you.  You fall asleep in minutes.  In an hour or two, the bed is shaking rhythmically, Joel is breathing heavily and moaning.  His hot, sticky skin is pressed against your side, and his fist is grazing your hip as he strokes himself.  Then he begins to get on top of you.  

“Mmm,” you sigh as you stir awake. He uses his knees to spread your legs open. 

“You ready for it, baby?”

You blink awake and feel the tip of his cock at your clit.  He teases it rapidfire, slaping your clit with the tip. You’re so cock drunk, you just nod.  

“Hell yeah.”  He slides his hands under your thighs, preparing for an immediate mating press,  and lines himself up at your entrance.  “Mmm, yeah.” He shoves inside and his mouth falls open as he bottoms out with a sigh.  You moan as his girth spreads your insides. He grunts each time he thrusts, and then he presses your thighs back with his body. With your legs in the air, he thrusts into you a few more times. Then he plunges to the hilt with a grunt that becomes a long groan as he begins to pulse warmly against your cervix, his cock throbbing against your walls. He looks down at your body folded under him as he finishes coming. 

“God you’re fuckin’ hot,” he pants. He stays above you for a minute, then pulls out and lets your legs down.  

Maybe he never needs to know for sure that you’re on birth control. You’ll just be extra careful with your pills, and he’s welcome to keep trying. 

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If you like this Joel, there's a lot more of him in night walks AU. You can pick and choose and skip around. Here's the whole bender this one shot is a part of:

Night Walks 5: Harder

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Night Walks 6: Morning After

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Michelangelo (NSFW Alphabet)

Michelangelo (NSFW Alphabet) 

Bayverse Mikey x F!Reader

Word Count: 3200. Warnings include: one-night stands, size-kink, hypersexuality, multiple orgasms, lots of explicit descriptions of sexual activities, and additional warnings of angst, flashbacks, and violent trauma.

I have been so, so excited about this one. 

Mikey is so close to my heart, and it might result in him being a bit of my muse. Being sexual in nature isn’t always a bad thing, especially if doubled with discipline, honor, and a sense of personal safety. All of which are Michelangelo's core values. 

Mikey is the most intrepid of his brothers. He loves society and going topside and despite his unfortunate position, it’s easy for him to connect with people. He’s outgoing, adventurous, playful and flirtatious, and is happy to leave his comfort zone.

It wouldn’t take him long to gain worldly, interpersonal, romantic and SEXUAL experience that exceeds all of his family members combined. He’d be an experienced, attentive and loving partner, whether it would be a one-off, third date, or an everyday weekend with your boyfriend. Dominant, submissive, risky, kinky, vanilla, just a goofball here to make you feel good- sex with Mikey leaves you feeling relaxed and recharged. If not completely breathless, sore, and completely blown away. 

I write this from the perspective of Mikey being in his late twenties, with a long-term girlfriend just getting sexual with him. 

Enjoy!

A - Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) - Not only does Mikey already have waterproof bed-sheets, but he has the rolled up towels in the bed stand, he’s got the tiny trash can, and your water bottle is already being handed to you. He’s been ready. But he is reluctant to leave the bed, because he likes to keep holding you, and he needs the physical connection to wind himself down. He loves to kiss you and make you smile before you get up to go to the bathroom. He complains to you about leaving him, even though you just got up to pee. If you want to shower he’d beg to go with you and clean you himself. While he’s happy to go to sleep after, he likes pulling you in to watch tiktoks or a movie or chat after. Pillow talk is the best talk. 

B - Body-Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) - On himself, Mikey likes his arms, his abs, and his dick personality. He loves it when you hold his bicep as you walk, or when your eyes train distractedly down his chest and patterns, or your face when he picks you up like you're nothing. On you? Anything he is allowed to kiss and hold. Which is pretty much everything. But like c’mon, breasts are the world's first and best stress toy, and he will fucking show it. Give him them titties. And he loves fleshy bits. He loves tummies and thighs and ass, anything that gives him that jiggle. He loves having you laid back while he leans back and watches your flesh bounce while you take his dick. You're so gorgeous like that. 

C - Cum (Anything to do with cum basically) - It takes Mikey a while to get there, if he gets there at all. It is completely normal for you to have come at least twice before he starts getting close. He tends to zone out, and loses a little bit of control when he starts to get there. He likes to grab and hold you close, force you deep on his dick for a little bit before he starts to ask if he can come, and he does ask. Even if he’s inside wearing a condom, or getting a bj or just rutting against the mattress while he eats you out, it’s his warning. You could even be tied up with a ball gag and he’d still squeeze your knees up to your chest and beg, “Please, baby, please.” It gives you a brief moment to give consent, or direct him to where you want him. 

D - Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) - He has gone on soooo many one-night-stands, all behind his family's back at first. His secret rendezvous soon gets found out though, much to the unimaginable shock to his brothers. He’s had a couple of friends with benefits, but he never really went anywhere with them. He knew what he wanted in a long-term partner. 

E - Experience (How experienced are they?) - Mikey is the complete opposite of his brothers. He’s had one-offs, threesomes, he’s been with guys and girls alike- He knows what he likes and doesn’t like. He knows what makes a good sexual partner and what makes a bad one. He knows tips and tricks and he definitely knows how to give someone a good orgasm. He also knows how to make someone feel safe. Mikey is still good at getting people out of their shell, but he can tell when something is going too fast or if they need a break or if everything should just stop. Consent is his number one, and if you aren't feeling sex, that is completely fine with him because, guess what? He’s here to make you feel good, and that’s not a problem if feeling good just means some cuddles, a movie and some laughs. He’s experienced in that too. 

F - Favorite Position (This goes without saying) - This boy ain’t consistent. He might have a favorite position for like…a week. Then it moves on to something else. Same thing with activities. He might be super into BDSM for a bit, then he’d move on to a cuddly, slow sex phase the next month. Sex is similar to pizza. It is good, no matter how it is served. 

He likes doggy, missionary, standing-sex, maybe a bit of lotus or something goofy like butter churner to make you guys both laugh. But the positions you two find yourselves in the most are the ones that get you to cum, and cum hard. So while crazy positions are fun, he’s their to watch you cum on his dick, fingers or mouth, so if that means y'all are gonna be curled up in missionary for a bit with a vibrator against your pussy and his mouth against your ear, he can be there all day if that's what it takes. 

G - Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous) - Mikey is ALWAYS a goofball. Yes, there are moments when you two are just focused on not hurting one another or being too loud-  but most of the time Mikey is making you laugh and blush. Sex is one of his favorite things in the world but he can’t take it too seriously. Because sex by nature is a silly thing. He knows that sex is sexiest when it’s not pressured to be sexy, you know? It also helps him feel safe with you and you feel safe with him. This ain’t a performance, it’s a request for connection. We don’t have to be perfect. 

H - Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes etc.) - Turtle boy is bald as can be okay, no hair. But, when it comes to you, he’s developed a taste for the natural. He knows that it takes a girl a lot of time and effort to shave, wax, mosterize, all that stuff. It doesn’t sit right with him that his girl would be spending that much time changing her appearance just for him. Besides, he likes the fuzz. He likes the fuzz, your ears, your extra toes and fingers- he likes you. So if it helps you to wax and go bald, he won’t stop you. But he prefers the bush.

I - Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) - Because of Mikey’s easy-going nature, he rarely needs intense sex. It is also easy for him to forget that you might need those sincere love making sessions. Yunno, the eye-contact, pressure, the wordless-ness, the whole nine yards. So it might be something you would have to talk to him about. Mikey loves love-making just as much as the next person. But he has a lot built up inside- you know? 

That kind of intimacy can open up a lot that he might not be all that prepared for, so he would need his own aftercare and recovery afterwards. It easily leaves him feeling overwhelmed and vulnerable in a way he…honestly rarely is, nowadays. He’d need to hold you, and be held back. He wouldn’t want to get up or do anything afterwards. He would need to be there in your arms for a bit. 

J - Jack-Off (Masterbatinon Headcanon) - Depends. In the past, all the time. All the time. Borderline sex-addict when he was first getting sexually active. But now, he can go a very long time without needing relief, and he doesn’t like to go to anything but you for it. It doesn’t hit as hard without a partner, and he likes that he can go to you for help. But those moments when he desperately needs it, he’ll either call you or text you, asking for help. If you are on the phone he’ll have pictures or videos of you that you gave to him while you talked him through it. 

K - Kink (One or more of their kinks) - Through trial and error, he’s learned what he likes and doesn't like, and what he LOVES.  He loves oral sex of any kind. Loves tasting you and getting you to cry and shake from the intensity. Makes him proud. He loves manhandling you and picking you up, especially while fucking you. Loves the look on your face. Loves the size difference, loves how long it takes to get you ready to take his giant cock, and your noises when you take him. 

He also loves to talk. He loves praising you and talking you through your orgasms. If you start to talk to him, it gets him to cum so fast. But his absolute favorite? Watching and listening to you. Watching your body or pussy, or your face when he pushes inside, and your noises will drive him to do anything for you. Your moans live rent free in his head always. 

L - Location (Favorite places to do the do) - He prefers his bedroom. He likes having the freedom to walk naked and have snacks and TV and phone chargers nearby. Helps with the multiple rounds, you know? He likes having a nice mattress and his blankets and pillows. But if your being overly flirtatious, literally anywhere would get anywhere good enough- 

M - Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) - Even if it’s in the middle of a family gathering, if you pull him in and whisper to him you need him ‘Please, baby. Right now.’ he will give you this wide eyed, awe struck look before he makes it happen. But certain dresses and outfits, ones that hug your thighs, ass, belly and tits- he’s a fucking dog.  Skin tight dresses, shoulderless or backless, and certain outfits like crop tops, anything that gives him some skin to touch and kiss. 

N - No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) - Mikey has a few turn-offs that he has learned about himself- and they are not usually even sexual. But one particular turn-off that Mikey possesses- that is actually kind of serious- is that he does not like to choke people. He understands that choking isn’t inherently a bad thing during sex, but it sure does feel like a bad thing. He’s seen and heard a lot of violent things in his life. So having his hand wrapped around your neck is the perfect segue into flashbacks, dissociation and a lot of emotional baggage he’s slowly working through. Thing’s like you getting hurt by someone else, or him hurting you like this. How fragile you are, and how dangerous it is out there. While all the boys struggle with those scary, intrusive images once in a while, Mikey struggles with them the most. It’s horrible and it breaks your heart for him. It can mess him up very quickly. But he’s working on it. He’s good like that. 

O - Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, ect.) - When I tell you that Mikey is the King of Oral Sex, I mean it. First of all, there are some tips and tricks he’s learned throughout the years that give him the magical ability to get you off in seconds. Where to crook his fingers, how much pressure to use, rhythm, and how to not immediately suck on your little clit but around it- he is a master. Not only that, but he is also really, really good at slowing down and getting you to open up and teach him how to get you off. Who knew communication, vulnerability, patience and understanding could result in the best orgasms in your entire life?

P - Pace (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, ect) - While Mikey cares greatly about your comfort levels and how safe you feel in the moment, and he will always stop or slow down the moment you need it, he is a fucking sucker for fast, rough sex. He loves to sit up on his knees, thrusting hard and fast and deep while he gets to watch your eyes find the back of your skull, your tits bounce and your legs shake while they struggle to stay open for him. He often bites his lip hard when he looks down to watch your pussy cum all over his big fat dick, because fuck doens’t that get him going. 

Q - Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, ect.) - He loves quickies. He loves the feeling of the rush and excitement and desire, and sometimes he wants a little relief, you know? But the older he gets, the less he initiates those. He prefers to flirt and drag things out. It takes a lot to get under his shell, you know? But something that can get him to easily crack is you. If you are begging for his dick this moment, god knows you will have it. 

R - Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, et.) - He used to be wayyyy more risky. It didn’t matter the time or place, if he wanted sex he would ask. Even if all it did was make you blush; and he’s still like that. The older he got, though, he grew more considerate of other people's comfort levels, especially that of people who he wasn’t having sex with. Friends, family and others of that nature. And of yours. He knows that asking for sex in uncomfortable situations could pressure and terrify one person while it would excite others. Everyone is different, and he is extremely intuitive in that sense. He will learn you in and out very fast in that sense. 

S - Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) - Mikey is an actual superhero who loves sex as much as pizza. He could have you every day for every meal for the rest of his life, no cap. Good or bad times- through thick or thin- sex will always be there for you the moment you want it, lmao. 

T - Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) - He LOVES toys. He loves sex products of any and all kinds. He’d kill to walk through a sex shop, he’d spend so much money, and not even just cause he’d use everything. It’s just fun to have everything! But forreal, he owns a few sex card games and dice. He has one of those classic vibrating wands he uses a lot. The kind that plug into the wall. And he has a spreader bar leaned up against the wall in his room. His brothers are completely oblivious to what it is everytime they are in the room. It’s so funny. He has a pair of those cute pink feather hand-cuffs, and he bought a cheetah print blind fold. Mikey is also the type to buy those edible treats like edible body paint or panties- he thinks they are so funny and fun. He has lots of strawberry flavored lube, condoms, and personal wipes just waiting in his nightstand. He’s experimented with rings and fleshlights before with other people, but he was disappointed to find out he is way too large for most sizes. Big enough condoms were a struggle to find, let alone any specialized toys. 

U - Unfair (How much they like to tease) - Mikey is an enormous tease, mostly in the form of flirting and pick up lines, but if the environment allows it, he's a little more handsy and talkative. He’d pull you in close to his chest and trace the edges of your cloths, telling you how fucking beautiful you look right now…

V - Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) - Mikey isn’t as loud as you would first think, but he still moans and makes noise. He can’t go long without trying to talk to you, saying things like “Yeah? You like that? Fuck, babygirl you’re doing so good. So good for me, fuck-” when he gets carried away, he’s less of a whimperer and more of a growler and grunter. He knows that a vocal partner is a happy partner though, so it isn’t often that he wants either of you to be quiet.

W - Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) - Mikey didn’t exactly keep his sexcapades a secret. At first he would brag about it a little, try to give his brothers advice or get them out of their shell. But they did NOT believe a word he said. They’d roll their eyes, whine or tell him to shut up, Mikey, that’s gross. 

While it hurt him, he kinda thought it was funny to see how far it would go. It took a few years until one of his brothers, probably Raph, found himself in a situation that could go sexual. Raph was probably venting about how crazy the girl was to want him like that or something, and Mikey would chime in with some extremely specific advice. “Our turtle junk ain’t the problem dude. Girls like a guy that can take things slow. Go by her pace and listen to her-” And Raph would roll his eyes and go, “Oh, yeah? And how would you know that, wise guy. You’ve never even met a girl-” Then Mikey would probably be making a face at the TV. Raph would freeze and stare at him.

The silence would be DEAFENING. 

X - X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) - I am team cloaca. The cloaca is under where his plastron ends between his hip bones, and it keeps his fucking ENORMOUS size safe and away from harm. He’s dark, dark purple down there, and his tip is wide. His crazy size taught him very quickly that sex doesn’t always have to be penetration, and that patience is extremely important. 

Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) - His sex drive is through the roof, and while he didn’t have that much higher of a sex drive than any of his brothers, or any guy his age for that matter- he is far more happy going out of his comfort zone and actually make things happen. He wants you all the time sexually. But he connects extremely deeply with people, and as a long-term relationship, you are far from exempt. He thinks about you all the time, with or without you there. He wants to do good by you. He’s an awesome boyfriend. 

Z - ZZZ (...how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) - He’s a super, super active dude. He’s more often than not doing something active in his free time. Despite this, he could cuddle up with you all day. After sex, he is perfectly capable of doing something else after, but he prefers not to. He likes to be in bed holding you close. Sleep comes very difficult to him, so it takes a long time for him to start drifting off. He prefers to lay here, listening to your breathing, feeling your chest and pulse against his skin. Feeling you alive and here with him. 

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╰┈➤Day 18: Fellatio || GR63 x Hamilton!reader

Warnings: 18+, blowjob, sub!george, drivers room sex, secret relationship, fwb Wordcount: 0.7k Fellatio (also known as fellation, and in slang as blowjob, BJ, giving head, or sucking off) is an oral sex act involving a person stimulating the penis of another by using the mouth

George was always hard before a race. Adrenaline pumping through his blood or some shit

Normally he wouldn't care. Drive with the boner, but if it hurt too much, he'd take care of it before

Everything changed when she came around

It was probably wrong of him to think of Lewis' sister like that, but god, she was an angel sent from heaven

The first time he had seen her, it was right before a race, so of course, when she had noticed he was hard, she had blushed furously, thinking it was because of her

He found her later, making himself look like an idiot when he stuttered out his words, trying to explain to her that it wasn't because of her, then having to apologise because he made it sound like she wasn't pretty or attractive, to then after being in his drivers room, her lips wrapped around his cock becuase she offered to "help"

They kept going like this. She would show up to as many races as could, "helping" George before each race

When she couldn't be there, he raced with the oner, no matter how uncomfortable it was, finding himself feel… Guilty? If he touched himself without her being there

She had been promoted, so she didn't show at the races for a long time. When George finally saw her walk by Lewis' side into the garage, he felt as though he could fall to his knees right in the middle of it all, begging her to suck him off- or litterly anything that included skin against skin contact

He got himself together, making a eyecontact with her before he walked to his drivers room. It wasn't just eye contact, it was the eye contact

When she got to his drivers room a minute after, he sat on the couch, already gotten rid of his shirt and his jeans and boxers pushed down to his mid-thighs

She scoffed slightly, locking the door behind her "What if anyone that wasn't me walked in, hm?" She hummed, walking over to him

"Don't care. Just want you" He looked up at her with begging eyes, reaching out to touch her hand carefully

She took a pillow from the couch, throwing it to the floor at his feet, lowering herself to be leveled with his cock

One of her hands were placed on his waist, the other holding his hand, his other hand placed over his mouth once she finally licked a stribe up his cock, flicking it over his slit, making his body jump slightly

"You're so perfect" She muttered, placing a kiss on his hip bone before swallowing him whole, gagging slightly. Normally he would apologise, but she had told him the first time to never apologise for it, so he didn't

She moved slowly. She had pulled her hair up in a ponytail before she left the hotel, knowing this waas gonna happen, so her hair was no problem to worry about

She looked up at him, expecting to find his eyes, but she didn't seethem. His head was thrown back, hand covering his mouth

He thrusted his hips up into her mouth soft and slow, meeting her mouth halfway

She smiled as well as she could around him as she felt him slightly twitch inside her mouth, knowing he was close now

Without a warning, beside his hand tightning around hers, he came down her throat, a quiet moan escaping his lips, caught by his hand covering it

She swallowed all of him, only popping off of him once he was soft again, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand

She stood up, their hands still interwined as she leaned down to kiss the corner of his mouth softly, caressing his hair "Missed you" She said softly

"I missed you too" He panted heavily

[scioscribe]

The Great American Memoir

post-canon, Hawkeye & BJ

“I was walking past the bookstore, and I saw it in the window. I had to make the owner open up early so I could touch it and be sure it was real. I had to double-check the copyright page.”

BJ rubbed his eyes. “Hawk, it’s six AM here, and Erin had a sleepover last night. She and her friends decided to teach themselves how to play the piano with, of course, the corollary that practice would make perfect even at two in the morning. I’m tired, you woke me up, you woke Peg up, and I have no idea what you’re talking about. Call back later.”

“I shouldn’t have added to his royalties, but I couldn’t resist. To Serve Was Heaven: A Surgeon’s Story of Life at the Front Lines: A Memoir. Two colons. You know what that means it’s twice as full of.”

“Someone wrote a memoir.”

“Someone! Someone! Frank Burns, Beej, Ferret Face himself.”

Three girls banging away at “Chopsticks” in the small hours of the morning took an abrupt backseat in terms of importance. “Frank wrote a memoir? You’re sure?”

“I’m telling you, I’m holding it right here in my hands.”

“Okay. You were right to wake me up.”

Hawkeye crowed with laughter, and it was the kind of delight that BJ felt younger just listening to. He smiled, and there was a beat of silence where he felt like Hawkeye knew that—sometimes the world just lined up that way, at least for them, and it didn’t matter how many miles were between them.

“You’ll have to read it to me,” BJ said. “It’s bad enough that you put money in Frank’s pocket, I’m not giving him mine.”

“You think you could stop me from reading it to you? You’re destined to my dulcet tones in nightly phone calls until we get through all three hundred sixty-eight pages. Not counting footnotes.”

“Pictures?”

“No, no, nothing but maps.”

“Well, that makes sense.”

“Right. Everyone knows Frank can’t be photographed.”

“Like Dracula,” BJ agreed. “You know, never mind reading it to me. Bring it here. Maybe we could get a couple people together. Can you find someone to look after your practice for a week or two?”

“For this kind of reunion? I’ll bribe every doctor on the Eastern Seaboard. Well, except Charles. I’ll have to bring him with me.”

“You sure he’ll come? For a 4077 book club that didn’t exist until this morning? He never even met Frank.”

“Oh, he’ll come,” Hawkeye said.

“You know what that is, don’t you,” BJ said. “The confidence of an only child, someone who’s always been used to wrapping other people around their little finger.”

“That’s a horrible way to think about it. I don’t have the confidence of an only child, I have the confidence of a man with long eyelashes. I bat them and I get what I want because I’m so adorable.”

“A little ineffective over the phone.”

“Then I’ll see him in person! I’m telling you, he’ll say yes. And if he doesn’t, I’ll bring him in the trunk of my car.”

“You’re not flying?”

“Well, not if I have to kidnap Charles. He wouldn’t fit in my carry-on. Besides, we can’t do this without Margaret, and if I drive, I can pick her up on the way and save her the cost of a plane ticket.”

“And by that point, if they’re looking for whoever took Charles, they won’t be looking for a man and a woman. You’ll get through all the roadblocks. What about Trapper? We should at least get the whole Swamp complement—Frank by proxy—along with Margaret. Can’t really throw together a full reunion at such short notice, but at least with a smaller one I can offer up some spare bedrooms.”

“I’ll talk to Trapper.”

“You’ll bat your eyelashes.” BJ paused. He was running one finger along the telephone cord, in and out of the loops. “It’ll be good to see you.”

“Yeah.” Hawkeye’s voice was a little rougher now. “You too. Give my love to Peg and Erin, but hold a little of it back for yourself, okay?”

“I think I can do that.”

He went back to bed after that, spooning up against Peg’s back. She shifted a little, enough so she wouldn’t be talking into the pillow, and said, “Is everything all right with Hawkeye?”

“Fine. He sends his love. I’m sorry the phone woke you.” He stroked her shoulder. “What would you think about us hosting, say, Hawk and Margaret and Charles and Trapper? On the grounds that Frank wrote a book, so it’s a very special occasion.”

Peg rolled over. BJ stole Hawkeye’s tactic and batted his eyelashes at her.

“Frank Burns wrote a book,” she said.

“A memoir of his wartime experience.”

“Are you in it?”

“We can only hope.”

“My God,” Peg said. “I’ll make up the spare rooms.”

[satzumosupremacy]

Elite Bodyguard Series: Pt.6

Under The Blanket

Male reader x Sana

Tags: Smut, Slight cockwarming, short bj tape 4k Words

The so-called secret wasn’t as secret as Sana said; even all the Twice managers knew what was happening. Yet, they would rather remain silent. 

In all honesty, you thought she was all-talk about coming every week.

Until it wasn’t.

You’ve gone over to her house many times. And when Twice came over for a little get-together for the first time at your house, Sana stayed the night. The roles are switched now; she comes over every time, sometimes without the members knowing, but it was so noticeable that there isn’t a way you can hide it. That was only weeks ago, or maybe even a month of mostly seeing Sana. Once or twice a week started being the pattern of her coming over. 

Her voice was the problem—not in a bad way, but it gets you turned on like she’s pulling you in to touch her body and give her what she wants. Sana’s voice is seductive, sassy, and cute in a sense. Just like a black hole, she’s sucking you in, in a naughty or wholesome way that can be both, until you lose your thoughts with Sana. 

Her distinct scent lingers on your pillows and bedsheets, and sometimes she leaves some clothes over. You learned about her cute clumsiness, and you couldn’t help but become fond of her.

Sana is like a double-edged sword. You love fucking and making her cum. Not getting enough sleep is a flaw, and not getting much done in the day. Not only you, but Sana as well. Without words, she would gaze at you with a smile, and as you meet her eyes, there would be an unspoken word of what to do—fuck. The chemistry was through the roof. 

You knew well that she's always flirtatious, and even you would join in to make it even more dangerous. Although you don’t have any romantic feelings for Sana, you always wonder how long it will take for her to fall for you, just like pouring fuel into a fire. 

“Babe or baby," a simple word that Sana slipped out of her tongue, was problematic because your heart flutters to her voice. 

It’s too late to turn back. You’re stuck with Sana and you couldn’t grasp the situation you’re in. She made you hers, but at the same time, Sana’s one call away.

—

“Oppa.”

“What?”

It was already late at night when she came. Her clothes were on the whole time but can be off any second now. There’s a long pause with Sana’s nonchalant face that you find cute.

“What, Sana.”

She sits closer to you. “Let’s drink.”

“I guess we can spice things up for later.”

Sana gets closer as you feel her warm lips on your cheek and make out with your neck. She could be very dangerous at times with her flirtatious nature. “Or you can…strip me right here. How about that?��� 

You grab her chin, lifting her head to look back at you. “I love how you look at me like this, Sana. So beautiful, so hot.” 

And her face quickly becomes red, unexpectedly hearing such flirtatiousness. “O-oppa..”

“I’ve got a better idea. Let’s fuck outside. No one will see us, Sana.”

She chuckles cutely, “I love everything you do to me.” You take off her shirt—nothing under, like always. Sana’s body is yours to satisfy your desires. Her clothes are off in a matter of seconds. Sana takes her turn taking off your clothes while kissing you everywhere her lips can be. “Carry me.”

And you carry her outside as she chuckles cutely with her legs wrapped around you.

There was no reason for a sudden kiss while carrying her outside, although you love playing and teasing Sana every time when the mood is right.

“Get in the pool, let’s go for a swim.”

“Teach me how to swim, Oppa.”

You beckon her as you step down into the water from the stairs. You weren’t planning on teaching her; rather, you were thinking of a play fight with Sana, and she knows you’re at an advantage. 

“Why are you smirking. I’m scared now,” Sana said with a playful tone. Sana was also smirking, knowing what’s going to happen.

“C’mon, Sana,” you smiled. “Have fun with me. I won’t do anything.”

“Fine.” She walks to the stairs, and you give your hand out to her. “It’s so cold, Oppa. How can you tolerate this?” 

“It’s natural to my body, Sana.” You hug her tight, enough to feel her tits mashed to your chest while her heart starts to race even faster. “I’ll keep you warm.”

She couldn’t say anything but get shy with her face planted on your chest. The night became quiet as you both stood, with crickets chirping and the dim light lighting the whole place. “Oppa.” 

“Mhm?”

Sana breaks free from your hug and splashes you with water. She laughs as you get soaked. The fight was on, and you aren’t going easy on Sana. 

The atmosphere is filled with laughter, with Sana's adorable and distinctive laugh standing out. You continue to splash her, and in return, she does the same. The pool's waves grow, causing her to tumble around. Without glancing your way, she remains focused on the splashing, adding to the fun.

It’s a romantic mood; the lights are dim to set whatever comes next and no one disturbing. With each splash of water, you approach Sana closely, wrapping your arms around her from behind as she chuckles. 

“You’re such a good girl, Sana.” The flirtatious tone made her heart fluttered. It wasn’t intentional, but more of a slip of your tongue.

“Seems like someone is getting hard,” Sana laughed.

“Who’s my good girl?”

“Me, Oppa.”

You kiss her neck. Your hands are gliding down to her legs, and before she knew, you’re rubbing her pussy in circles. Her moans are so elegant and erotic in the night sky. You tease Sana by thrusting your cock between her thighs.

“Sana, I waited the whole day for you. Just to be inside you, Sana.”

“I never imagined how romantic this can be.”

“Bend over for me and let’s have a good time. Like always.” She walks towards the edge, and you don’t let go but follow her. Without any words, you already know how messy tonight will get. Sana’s already in front of you bent over. Tease after tease, you insert your tip in, slowly until you’re balls deep in Sana. “Give me your hands, Sana.”

You pin her arms behind her back, thrusting her faster as she tries to moan quietly. Luckily, the floor wasn’t rough, and it was smooth and wet enough to not put a scratch on her body. The water lubricated her pussy, making it much easier to make Sana roll her eyes back. You couldn’t see such a view of her face, but only a slight reflection from the glass window in front as you stretch Sana out. 

“Sana, you’re so fucking beautiful from the back.”

“I love how deep you’re inside me,” she gulped, moaning quietly in the night.

You couldn’t dare fuck Sana hard, it’s always deep and moderate. Sana loved the romantic feelings. To Sana, she didn’t care how quick or long sex was, but rather enjoy sex with you. And you’re the same.

You pull her up, standing with each other as the waves ripple more violently. Her hands hold onto your arms right after you start choking her gently.

“Fuck, Baby,” she groaned. It made your heart fluttered.

“Who’s a good girl?” You moaned right in her ear and nibbled her neck.

“I’m your good girl.”

And you were smelling her floral fragrance throughout her neck. It remains quiet, only the water and both your moans was only heard.

“Sana,” you said with a deep breath. “Let’s go to the bedroom. I want you there instead."

Drying each other off was quicker than expected. Nothing but loud and wet kisses as you take her to your bedroom. You fall onto the bed with Sana as she didn’t let go of you for even a second.

Sana’s lying down on her back with her legs spread wide enough. The lights in the room had decent light from the windows. You’re deep inside Sana, choking her harder this time as she holds onto your arm with both her hands tightly squeezing. 

Her desperate eyes gazed at you, fighting to keep her eyes open. Until her teeth clenches, eyes roll back, and tilting her head deeper into the pillow for a loud, satisfying moan that you love hearing from Sana. It didn’t take much time for you to start sweating in the humid night. 

All the times that she’s with you, nighttime is by far her favorite. The mood always changes into a deep, passionate romance, and no one to bother you two.

“Fuck!” Sana moaned, breaking into a whimper.

“Take it like a good girl, Sana.”

Sana rubs her clit in circles, and her breaths only become heavy, panting with all the moans echoing in the room. You pin her arms to the headrest, locking her in as she squirms around more intensely. 

As you fuck Sana—in full control for several minutes, you decide to let Sana have her turn. Nothing surprises you at this point, and she quickly taps you to lie on the bed while Sana’s on top.

“You’re going to cum inside me,” Sana said, leaning closer to your ears, "right in this pussy." She grinds on you slowly with her hands placed right on your chest.

Not even minutes later, you pull her closer—body to body. You hold her in, hugging Sana, and it was to her liking—the comfort of your arms and warmth around her. And she’s moaning in your ear purposely to make you cum. You groan, grunting more as Sana rides and grinds on you like she’s impatient for your warm cum inside her. 

“Fuck, Sana,” you groaned softly. “Just like that.”

“Cum, baby, cum.” Your cock throbs as she rides and grinds on you even faster, with you kissing her tits. You grunt, groaning harder, until you start cumming inside Sana. And by the amount of cum that was inside her, she isn’t pulling out, but rather being still with both of you catching your breaths. “So warm, so much, just what I’ve been wanting inside me."

“Sana,” you said quietly, catching your breath. “Don’t move."

Despite Sana wanting more, she listens to you; everything you say to her, Sana follows along. “This pussy feels good, doesn’t it? It’s for you, Oppa. I know you love to cum in me."

Both your hearts were racing; you felt how slowly your cum was leaking out, and Sana kept kissing you until the next round. It was quiet, making out with each other romantically louder while your cock was still inside her.

“Turn around, Sana.” She gets off quickly with cute chuckles, then teases you with your cock between her folds. You insert your cock back in with a gentle slap on her ass, and the two of you are sweating inside a closed door. “I wish you could see how amazing you look from behind, Sana."

“That’s so hot of you, Baby.”

You thrust deeper, holding and squeezing her ass with her moans getting erotic. You pull on Sana’s hair as she arches more. Moaning and whimpering pleasurably from you being balls deep inside her. 

It’s always irresistible to see Sana turned around. For the most part, you love pulling her hair when she’s like this; the moans she makes can’t be distinguished between pain or pleasure, and she takes it all deep inside. To where you can cum all want, just like how she loves it. Your sweat drips down your face, your neck all drenched, even if the air conditioner is turned on to your assumption. You pull Sana’s hair to the point of her almost falling behind in front of you. And she does, all weighed on you. 

“Sana, you smell so good.” It was her sweat making her perfume even stronger, to where you got a whiff from her neck.

“I’m all yours, Baby.” And she didn’t need you to tell her what she should be doing. Grinding with you under her is what you both wanted.

Your hand holds onto Sana’s tits, while your other hand starts rubbing her clit. She pants, holding back her moans as your hand squeezes her tits harder.

“I know you’re mine, Sana. Don’t you feel how creamy your pussy is?” You asked her, although you didn’t expect an answer back due to her moaning seductively. “So tight and wet. So fucking creamy.”

“Fuck,” Sana moaned at the sudden passion. And you knew where she wanted your hands to be. The feeling of your arms all around Sana made her feel protected, even loved. 

“Cum, Sana.” Another thing that you learned was that she can easily cum with your cock deep in her while you rub her clit. It was her weakness that you love to take advantage of.

Her body quivers, screaming at the top of her lungs as she tries to hold back while you kiss her neck. “Fuck!” And she’s trying her hardest, knowing you know how easily you can make her cum like this. Sana’s moans come to a quick pause, jerking her body as she cums on your cock. It was just what you wanted while she held tightly to your arms. 

“Good girl.” You kept kissing and licking her neck with the subtle taste of her sweat until she caught her breath. You thrust slowly, and your hand didn’t move at all from her clit, not until she got off and lays beside you tiredly. 

“One last round. Before we sleep, Oppa.”

You quickly get on top again with a mischievous smirk, staring right into her eyes, “I’m going to cum any second now, Sana.”

She giggles, “I know I’m pretty.” Sana read your eyes, full of lust, as you didn’t break eye contact. “Enough for you to enjoy me.” 

Sana always has that same erotic moan when you insert your cock in her that you can’t get over. And the blanket quickly covers both of you with a simple pull of your hands. Both of you become silent, panting, and moaning quietly under the blanket.

It quickly gets humid, not like either of you would care from all the sweat already. All that you wanted was Sana, fucked and filled with cum that you wanted inside her. Sana’s pussy made all the wet noises, webs of cum on your balls leaking from her pussy, and it felt like butter. Your body hesitates to thrust, and you kept on pushing harder inside Sana. Grunting is all you did as she moaned, you were fighting your own body. Her arms are around you, caressing your shoulder blades to all your back. 

“Baby, just like that. Cum,” Sana murmured.

And you let out a grunt and a quick pant as she wraps her legs around you, with her arms tightly around your back. Your cock throbs with each thrust, ready to cum, and erupts inside Sana that you couldn’t hold back. 

“Sana,” you groan into her ear, and she’s happy to hear her name called from your voice.

“Let’s get some sleep, Oppa.” You pull out and quickly get close beside Sana so she can lick off the extra cum.

After letting her clean your cock, you lay beside her. It didn’t take long for Sana to hug you with her face on your chest that you could feel her smiling after a night.

——

Sana woke up, fixed her hair gently enough to not disturb you while you were sleeping, and got up to take a quick shower, then walked quietly to the kitchen to make a simple breakfast for you that she planned.

You wake up fifteen minutes later, looking around and not seeing Sana right beside you. Every morning, Sana takes a shower; sometimes it was with you, which disappointed you as Sana didn't wake you up for some fun in the morning. You got up and went into the bathroom for a shower, then dressed comfortably to meet Sana in the kitchen as she finished making breakfast. 

“Good morning, Oppa.”

“Good morning, Sana. When did you wake up?” You walked to her with a smile, hugging her from behind and kissing her cheek. She’s wearing your shirt that she got from your closet, which looks adorable on her with its oversized fit.

“Like..thirty or forty minutes ago. Have some toast with scrambled eggs.”

“Kind of disappointed that you didn’t wake me up for some a naughty shower together, Sana.” You teased Sana as she could only laugh.

“I wanted to make you breakfast, Oppa. Oh, I need your opinion on something.”

“What is it?”

“I’ll show you after we have breakfast.” Sana hands you a plate.

After breakfast, she takes you to your bedroom and looks up at you, “what does it smell like?”

It was pretty hard to admit, but the room had a faint smell of a not-so-innocent time last night. Even the woody vanilla scent from the diffuser had less of a fragrance that you couldn’t smell.  “It smells like sex and you, Sana.”

“Really? It smells like sex and a hint of you too, Oppa. It’s hot how we still smell what we did last night.”

“I should do laundry,” you sighed and laughed. “You’re really making me spend more money on laundry detergent, Sana. This is like…the third time now.”

She laughs, “at least we have good sex. I know you love fucking me. I’ll pay for your laundry detergent next time.”

The smell wasn’t a strong, musty smell, yet anyone would be right that something romantic and passionate happened last night. This wasn’t the first time; however, the smell was just distinctive enough to point out. And it’s always on the hottest nights.

“It’s fine, Sana.” You start to take off the bedsheets, pillow cases, and even the blanket. Sana helps you to drop it in the laundry.

“An hour wait like always.” She looks back at you with an innocent smile. It wasn’t so innocent at all since you could pretty much tell what she wants next.

“Sana, I’m actually not in the mood for sex right now. Let’s just make out for the meantime.”

“That’s what I was thinking.” She holds your hands and takes you back to push you onto the couch. Then Sana proceeds to get on top and sit on your lap. "Shhh," Sana said, giggling cutely.

And her lips are right on yours, kissing you romantically while you bite her lips softly. It didn’t take long for tongues to start dancing. The kisses get more romantic; both your heads tilt in the opposite direction, just fighting for dominance. Sana arches forward, hands on both of your cheeks with her moaning.

You caress every part of her back, even her ass, squeezing them while Sana moans quietly. The thought of not fucking goes through the window. 

“Sana…..,” you gulped.

She breaks off the kiss on your neck, “seems like someone’s getting hard. May I solve your problem?” Her face is so seductive—like always when she looks at you, it’s something you can’t get enough of, and the looks you both exchanged were set.

Sana gets on her knees while you take off your pants and boxers. It didn’t take long for Sana to start licking your sensitive tip. You felt her searching around for something, and to your awareness, she had your phone in her hands. “Let’s film a video.”

“You’re fucking crazy,” you laughed and she handed you your phone already recording.

The soft and plump lips she has always felt great as Sana starts kissing and sucking on your tip while looking at the camera. “Tastes amazing like always.”

Cameras are always around her, and she used to use them, but you’re seeing this side of Sana—kneeling with her mouth wrapped around your cock, sucking you off slowly and deeply. Sana gags the moment your cock reaches her throat.

Of all the times she spent sucking you off, almost to oblivion, you knew she could drain you within a day and keep going for her desire for cum. But when it comes to fun and quality time, Sana would rather let you enjoy her. You love her mouth, tongue, body, and even the eyes she gazes at you. 

Yet, deep down, you still couldn’t accept that you loved her coming over every week without anything underneath her clothes. Makeup, nails, brushed hair, perfume—she did it all for you. No matter how long it took her to get ready, it’s you who she wanted to impress. When the two of you aren’t having sex, Sana’s just relaxing in your house until she gets horny. 

“Sana,” you moaned. Saying her name was magical to her. It makes her heart flutter with love. She’s gagging and choking quietly with the subtle wetness of how much of a mess she’s deep-throating your cock. There is still no answer from Sana. “I don’t want to cum yet. Slow down.” 

Despite Sana sucking you off, you remain quiet trying to not ruin a recording of her on her knees getting messy with your cock.

She’s sucking you off, her hair all messy, while you unconsciously hold it in a ponytail from your other hand. Sana taps your thigh three slow, consecutive times. 

Without a word, "cum" is what she wanted you to do with a tap. The camera was all focused on her, and you’re not going to cum with Sana bobbing her head freely. You hold her nape, pulling Sana in to keep her from freeing herself. Then your cock throbs violently, cumming deep in her throat while she takes it all. You felt every muscle in her mouth, along with the warm breaths she made as you still cum. 

Sana gags, choking hard the next as she stares into the camera. Then a seductive smile you see.

“Good girl.” And you’re still holding her in, just Sana catching every breath she takes on your cock. You then brush her hair, “we still have plenty of time, Sana. Keep it warm."

You love her mouth, and if someone made you choose between Sana’s mouth or pussy, it would be a tough decision to make. But when it comes to where you would rather finish, the clear answer is her pussy most of the time. The feeling of how tight she always is while you cum, satisfies you the most. 

“Mhmmmm,” Sana hummed, and you felt her tongue teasing your tip until she slowly pulls out. “So damn good.”

She pulls off, teeth biting on her fingers so seductively with a smirk while staring right into the camera. You end the video and lay back on the couch with Sana stroking your cock slowly. “Sana, you look beautiful.” 

“Should I make you cum again? I know I’m beautiful enough to make you cum, Oppa." However, Sana didn’t wait for an answer and only wrapped her mouth around your cock again, tilting while maintaining eye contact. 

Her mouth brings you comfort, and the warm feeling of Sana’s breath coating your cock is pure bliss. “Fuck, Sana. You’re so-” you groaned as she teased your cock. “Show me how much you love it.” 

She does what you said, licking and swirling her tongue around your sensitive tip until Sana slaps your cock on her tongue. There's a moment of silence, with Sana wrapping her mouth around your cock. No bobbing, no sucking—just her eyes all closed with a smile on her face. 

You brushed her hair, admiring Sana as she didn't move a muscle, "Sana, when are you free this week?"

Sana pulls off your cock, “Tzuyu’s coming over tomorrow, do you need me after again? We can make a mess like last night, Oppa.” She continues to kiss your tip, making her way to your balls. “Call me,” Sana said confidently.

You take a deep breath from the way Sana’s pleasing you, “probably, if she plans on leaving after.”

“I know you’re going to call, Oppa.”

[souyamilk]

scene slut ! ☆

itoshi rin x gn reader

pornstar! dom! rin

sub! reader

dubcon + manipulation

slight bullying

bj alex ish inspired

NSFW UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

"Mmh!" You bit into your pillow as you matched the tempo of the man on the video. He wore a black mask, legs apart, leaning back, and his cock rapidly pumping in and out of the pussy pocket—you wished was you, if only it was. You knew you could do a better job.

The only light in the room emitted from your phone, it made you focus on only him. This was by far your favorite video of him that it was always at the top of your bookmarks, always made you cum. You could see his facial expressions a little bit more, since he was always discrete. He would only post videos and nothing more.

Here it comes. His head falls a little more to the back, revealing his forehead shining with sweat dripping to his temple. Subconsciously pushing your chest harder to the mattress, back arching, and your ass to the air. Your hands synchronizes with his—you can almost taste it and it's so sweet.

You hear his breaths getting more ragged. And you bite harder when the veins on his arms become more visible. As if your body memorizes it, you cum at the same time he lets out a heavy sigh and the video ends with his cum dripping on his sheets. You wait until the shaking stops, and scroll back to his profile.

@/threadmaster - 22, dom. No icon, no banner.

You prop up on your bed and sigh. "It's like I can only masterbate to him now."

-

When you were about to leave class, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You are met by your seatmate, THE Itoshi Rin with an annoyed look.

Even from the beginning, you knew he was untouchable. Especially being beside him, he had this air of arrogance like he knew he was the best.

"Yes?" You politely asked, even if it ticked you off with how he looked at you.

"Tsk. Here, you forgot your phone." Rin wasn't even looking at you when he said this. Your eyebrows twitched, but you silently thanked him. When you took your phone, he still stood there—finally looking at you.

"What is it?" Your lips turned into a line. You're really trying to be nice here.

"You ALSO forgot to send me your part of the work. Send it now. It's due tonight." He demands, eyes sharp on you with his hands now inside his pockets.

How could you forget? It is so uncharacteristic of you to do this. You weren't irresponsible at all. You immediately took your phone out again.

"I'm sorry, yes, I'll be sending it right now-"

Your breath hitches as you immediately hid your screen from Rin and press home. You look up at him and see if he saw.

"Hurry up." He pushes.

"Y-yes! Yep! Already sent!" You smile as his phone rings a notification.

He rolls his eyes and harshly pushes you. Your back against the wall when he leans into your ear. All you could do was look down while his hands put you in place.

"I don't give a fuck if you watch porn, you slut." He leaves with a smirk.

You freeze, but your face heats up from shame.

-

The next days with Itoshi Rin as your seatmate was beyond awkward. It was normal to watch it for your age, but why did he make it feel like a sin? From then on, you tried moving into a different seat, and even tried leaving early. But, it was no use when he blocks your way.

"Come with me."

"Haha, no thanks" you try to slide past him, but his hand firmly catches your arm.

"I said." His turquoise eyes meet yours. "Come." He pulls you with him as he walks. You were stumbling as you try catch up. Uneven breaths came from your nervousness with what he could pertain to—how could he have such a chokehold on you?

-

Rin pushes you in his room. You didn't even notice he lived near campus—well, as if you cared.

"You knew, didn't you?" His index pushes you down the floor.

"What? I don't even know what you're talking about!" You cry out.

He stays silent, looking down on you. You felt so small compared to him, you always had. Itoshi Rin knew how to push your buttons, and he always saw right through you. It was for certain he hated you, but would he hate you less if you said it was by accident when you could tell your favorite porn account was by your seatmate?

"...I know, okay?" Your eyes watered a little, but your knees kept rubbing against each other. You wondered what Rin thought of you now.

"I'll give you what you want. Just never say my name. You don't want our little secret to go out, do you?" Rin whispers, his scent intoxicating your lungs. He takes something from his drawer and grabs a fistful of your hair while looking at you.

The camera blinks with a green light signaling that it was recording. You didn't expect this, so you bit your lip in anticipation. You felt so lightheaded, drunk even, but nothing seemed to matter anymore.

"Spread them for the camera."

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

Noni !!!! ♡

Help! Staaap me ! I'm having ideas aaaa, I don't write well, but the muses gave me this, and I need to torment someone with it ! Lucky you !!

Here was I doing the dishes and daydreaming about a certain blonde sorcerer, and I'm giving you the idea/prompt/ idk what this is, but maybe it.could turn into a story in your dexterous hands. Hehehohoho

Your husband Nanami Kento wakes up and you're not there, he hears you the kitchen making Saturday morning lazy day off work breakfast.

He wakes up hit and bothered and go the kitchen to tempt you, he's in grey sweatpants, you are wearing his white t-shirt. In a soft gruff morning voice, you're in the sink washing some fruits, he kisses the nape of your neck, talking smoothly into your ear, you can feel his "discomfort" pressed up into your back, he carries you, coax you back to bed, kisses wherever he can. You continue carrying on with your duty, playing vou, until his slips a finger into your panties, starts toying with you and then your done for it, breakfast forgotten, he carried you back to bed and sweet, spicy love making morning time. 🔥🥵💀❤️‍🔥

Sends you a hug and well wishes ! I'm gonna rot in hell with all these ideas.

Tags/warnings: MDNI 18+, P in V, Cunnilingus, BJ's Domestic, Established relaationship, Soft Nanami Kento, mention of washing dishes and 1 mention of kidnapping (there is no kidnapping Nanami is just anxiety ball) FLUFF, smut, idk what else.

A/N: Here it is. Im sorry it took me so long to write this i mean i really put the pro in procrastination...

A sudden clang of metal jolted Nanami Kento out of bed. Immediately, his arm reached out to his right-– empty. The messy bed and askew pillow suggested someone may have lain there, but the lack of warmth that reached the blonde's fingers suggested that the one he looked for had left long before he arose. 

Nanami swung his legs off the side of the bed and, picking up his grey sweatpants off the floor but not quite bothering with his slippers, cautiously made his way out of the room toward the offending noise. His hand balled up in a fist, ready to attack whatever intruder there may have been awaiting and, of course, to defend the love of his life: you. 

But what met Nanami's eyes instead was the most breathtaking sight he had ever seen…

In the soft golden glow of the gentle morning sun, you stood— illuminated. 

Your hair was still messy from it being smushed against the pillow. You wore his white tee-shirt, which strained against your hips, tummy, and chest wrapping you in a secure embrace. And on your feet were your fluffy, bunny bedroom slippers. His tee-shirt barely covered your ass which Nanami quickly realised was bare underneath, when you lifted your arms, trying to reach a higher shelf. You were washing dishes…washing dishes… the clang. Nanami quickly put two and two together and smiled. There was no danger after all – save that of his breath loss.

He silently crept up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Good morning, beloved.” 

You jumped, dropping the bowl you'd been sleepily scrubbing, replicating the sound that woke Nanami from his dreams. “Christ, Ken…you scared the shit out of me.” 

The man behind you chuckled. He dipped his head to rest in the crook of your neck starting to kiss your skin softly. The smell of the bed still lingered on your body, warm and sweet. 

“We'll, we're even now. For a moment I thought you were being kidnapped and were putting up quite a fight.” 

“What—what do you mean?”

“A loud clang woke me up.” 

Silence fell as you stood trying to process the reason, during which time Nanami's nose grazed against your skin trailing down, inhaling your sweet scent. 

“Did you know how much you smell like something terribly edible in the mornings?” He nipped at you. 

“Ken…” you whispered, “It's early, Ken.”

“Mmm.”

“We forsook the dishes last night already. I really want to finish up.”

“Well, I'm not stopping you, am I?” 

You sighed and tentatively resumed the slow scrubbing of the bowl you had dropped earlier. 

Nanami dropped his hands from your waist to the hem of his tee shirt on you. You felt the fabric creep up the swell of your ass. 

“Kento-o-o,” you warned. 

“Go on. You're still able to wash the dishes.”

The lips on your neck burned,  sucking and licking at the thin skin. A wanton moan sounded somewhere, and with a blush, you realised it was you. 

Nanami chuckled. “That’s my girl.” 

“Nanami Kento, you really are incorrigible,” You turned around to kiss him. 

“Can you blame me? When I walked in here to find you looking like everything I ever dreamed of?” Your noses touched, and Nanami pushed his hips against yours. Suddenly the room felt hotter than before. “Do you see what you do to me…”

You could feel the growing bulge in his sweatpants. It strained against the fabric reaching out, needing touch. 

Nanami flipped you around so he could face your back and ground against your ass. His hands reached up to cup your breasts pulling you into him so he could whisper in your ear.

“Let's play a game, let's see if I can make you come before you can finish washing up. If you finish washing first, you win and I'll buy lunch for us today. If I make you come, well, you're buying.” 

Your lover's fingers found your slit. Expertly delving into the folds, he toyed with the bundle of nerves between. You were playing a losing game. The events of the night before were still fresh in your muscle memory and with the lightest touch your libido had been awoken again, remembering the touches from a few hours ago. 

Trying and struggling to pick up a plate and the sponge, you quickly realised your grip was lacking. Kento kissed your neck again, this time with the intention of leaving marks. His semi-hard cock prodded at your back and the thought of him lifting you onto the kitchen counter flashed in your mind. 

“You seem to have lost some soap darling,” Nanami said without missing a beat. You looked down at your hand, curled up in a fist, squeezing the once-pregnant sponge for all it was worth. “Now wouldn't it be something if I could make you come on just my fingers…” 

“Ken…this isn't fair,” you whined. 

“Oh is that so, would you like me to stop then?” 

You shook your head vigorously. 

“That's what I thought.” 

Keeping his fingers at your clit, Nanami kneeled down and used his other hand, and shoulders, to spread your legs apart. The tight tee-shirt rolled up your ass, exposing it to the cold morning air and you felt goosebumps rise. He spread your asscheeks and dipped his face right in, replacing his fingers with his tongue. You were already dripping. It wouldn't take long. 

The dishes lay untouched. Your knuckles were white from squeezing the sponge, and here you were, just seconds away from coming all over your lover's face.

Anticipating the release, Nanami hummed against your pussy and in his signature baritone commanded, “Come for me.” 

His lips wrapped around your throbbing clit sucking on the nub. Your legs gave way and immediately his hands caught hold of your waist. 

“Fuck– haa– coming, Ken–” 

Your thighs quivered and your orgasm came shattering through and you held the countertop for support as Nanami helped you ride out your high, licking you with slow broad stripes. When you slowly came down from it he withdrew, getting to his feet. 

“Guess I won that round.” 

You did not complain when he took your hands and led you away to the bedroom. The tee shirt was the first to come off. With it, he wiped away any remaining soap suds on your arms. He sat you down on the bed, your legs still unsteady, and you took the opportunity to grab the waistband of his sweatpants. 

“Sweetheart, you don't have to…” 

You shushed him. “I want to, please?” You said, looking up at him with big eyes. 

Nanami nodded. 

You tugged the fabric down, letting his cock spring free. 

Smiling at him, half disbelieving you remarked, “It's like we barely touched each other last night, look at you Min-min…” 

Nanami stroked your head. “It's the effect you have on me, Princess. You turn me on, so fucking much…” 

Your tongue licked a long stripe up his length, while you kept your eyes locked on him. “I could say the same about you, you know.”

Nanami closed his eyes and tilted his head back, the grip on your hair tightened. 

“Really? In that case, I'd suggest we keep doing that for each other for the rest of our lives.” 

You took the head in your mouth and bobbed up and down on it, letting him fill you. Although he allowed you to go at your own pace his hand never left your head, gently stroking your soft hair. With one hand you wrapped the base of his cock where your mouth couldn't reach and pumped him in time to the movements of your head. 

As it was always, Nanami's size was not easy. No matter how many times you took him in your mouth, you would dribble and drool, trying to fit more. Fortunately, this served to only spur the man on, and he gently thrust into your mouth – careful not to hurt you. 

It was evident you were not the only one still raw from the night before. Quiet grunts and deep growls, in the company of sharp hisses, as your tongue found its way around his cock head, told you that despite looking composed, Nanami was as desperate as you felt yourself to be. The wetness between your thighs only increased as you sucked his cock – turned on by not only what you were doing for him but also what you were doing to him.

A sudden loud hiss and Nanami grunted, “Shit, babe, get off!”

Losing yourself in the feeling of his cock in your mouth you failed to notice how Nanami's balls had tightened, ready to unload. You released him with a pop but continued stroking. “Come in my mouth,” You felt a twitch under your fingers but continued your gentle movement. 

“No, not your mouth, need to – feel—”

He pushed you down to the bed without waiting for a response. You smirked, and spread your legs. 

“Look at you, so desperate for this pussy. If only people knew how the great Nanami Kento could be made to kneel so easily.” 

Nanami blushed, lining his cock up with your entrance. His hands fondled your breasts lightly flicking the hardened nipples. 

Your breath hitched in your throat as he pushed past the small opening, stretching you out onto his cock.

“I could– say the same– about you, my love,” Nanami parroted your earlier statement. 

He bottomed out easier than usual, filling you to the brim. Your hands found purchase in his hair – tugging gently and you pulled his head to yours, meeting his mouth in a rough, sloppy kiss. He pinched your nipples just as you slipped your tongue in his mouth and swallowed the filthy moan that dripped from your lips. 

Kisses coupled with well-timed thrusts had you at the edge well enough, but Nanami was far ahead of you. Desperate to have you come around his cock again he searched the bed for the small vibrator that had been discarded among the rumpled sheets the night before. Not once did he stop fucking into you, searching only with the sense of touch and, when he finally came by it, wasted no time in switching it on and laying it on your clit.

The effect was almost instantaneous. Your hips bucked upwards as blasphemous prayers dripped from your swollen lips. He grabbed hold of you, easily lifting your body into an embrace feeling the strong vibrations run up his cock as well. His thrusts grew faster and rougher with each passing minute.

“Hnng– fuck, I'm going to come, baby,” he growled. 

Your fingers carded at his hair and you pulled his even closed faces just inches apart as you looked into his eyes and cried, “C- come for me then. Right– right now. With me!”

Nanami let go with a guttural groan spilling inside you, at the same time you felt your climax wash over you. Your pussy held Nanami in a vice-like grip pulsing and throbbing as he emptied into you and you gushed onto him. The vibrator fell to the bed, once again lost among the sheets but you couldn't care less. Nanami was kissing you, like it was the first time he'd ever kissed you. Lips, teeth, hands, you were pulled into him as he devoured you. 

The high gradually faded. You laid your head on Nanami's arm leaving small kisses along his skin – wherever you could reach. He smiled down at you. 

“I meant it you know, let's actually keep turning each other on for our whole lives…”

You looked up at him, your heart full. “Nanami Kento, as much as I love you, I'm not accepting that proposal. You have to get me a ring.” 

He chuckled and pulled you into his arms, kissing the top of your head, “I'll do that, and more. Starting with our repeatedly abandoned dishes.” 

You kissed his chest smiling. “I can't wait to say ‘I do’.” 

A/N: GUys i DROPPED MY PHONE ON MY FACE JUST AS I FINISHED THE SEX SCENE and it very STRATEGICALLY landed right on a pimple on my forehead with the corner like FML. here i am thinking about being railed into SUNday by MR NANAMI KENTO AND MY PHONE SAYS BONK GO TO HORNY JAIL HELP. THAT TOO DURING PRIDE MONTH. is this a hatecrime???

[strawbeerossi]

Sweet Boy

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: Whenever Spencer asks you for help, you are more than willing to assist.

Content/Warnings: Dom!Reader, Sub!Reid, masturbation (m), mommy kink, blowjob, slight oral fixation.

Word Count: 0.9K

Anon Request: I need more Sub!Spencer fics, riding him into dumbificaton or giving him a bj. Whiny spencer too🥴

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Alright, my honeys. I’ll miss all of you but I promise I’ll be back to writing and posting regularly in January! I love you all and thank you for all your love and support!! 🫶🏻

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Spencer hardly asked for anything on nights after your shifts. He knew you’d be exhausted from a long shift of being on your feet, being yelled at, and being understaffed. He normally always had a bath ready for you if he got home before you did, even setting out some comfy clothes. He didn’t have a case today, so he was lucky enough to get home right after work.

Tonight, you got home after a tiring double, kicking off your shoes by the front door. “Spencer?” You called, shrugging off your coat. “I was hoping that we could maybe order takeout for dinner?” Silence. Not too strange, maybe he’s catching up on much needed sleep, his schedule being just as crazy as yours.

“Good talk.” You muttered sarcastically as you were heading to your shared bedroom. As your hand was moving to the doorknob, your movements stalled when you heard noises on the other side of the door. It mostly sounded like whines. Maybe Spencer was having a bad dream? As you gently pushed the door open, you were pleasantly surprised to see him wide awake, hand on his hard cock as he was making an effort to relieve himself.

He was too enthralled with his efforts to cum that he didn’t realize you came into the room. He must’ve been at it for a while, the tip of his cock an angry red as beads of precum were working as a generous amount of lube for his aching sex.

As much as you liked the show, you knew what you had to do. “Spencer.” You spoke up, making the male nearly jump out of his skin as his hand was dropping from his cock. “You scared me!” He squeaked as he stared at you, face flushed as he let his mouth fall open. It wasn’t like you two hadn’t been intimate before. He just felt.. Embarrassed after getting caught like this.

“Sweet boy..” You sighed, jutting out your lower lip as you were approaching his bedside. “You couldn’t have waited for me to get home?” You asked, your knuckles caressing the smooth skin of his face. “N-no. It just got to be too much! It hurts so bad.” His pitiful whines only made you smile in satisfaction. “Let me help you then, hmm? I don’t want my sweet boy to hurt. Want some relief?” Spencer’s head was nodding rapidly, leaning into your touch as he stared up at you with those wide doe eyes. “Y-yes! I really need it. Need you. Please.” He begged softly.

Normally you’d give him a hard time, however you weren’t in the mood to waste time tonight. “Lay back and let me take care of you then. Okay?” You purred, his head nodding. “Y-yes ma’am.” He whispered, body laying back in the mountain of pillows as he propped himself up with them.

You let your eyes trace over his cock that was standing at full attention, just begging to be touched and worshipped the way it deserved. You were sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning down to let your tongue run over his sensitive slit, the soft whimper escaping his lips urging you on. You let your hand gently grip his throbbing shaft, thumb running along the vein of the underside of his cock. Just the smallest touch had Spencer squirming.

“Mommy, please.” He whined, frustration setting in as he was licking over his lower lip. Rewarding him with the relief he so desperately needed, you were spitting on his cock, hand slowly beginning to pump along his sex. Just from the way he twitched in your hand, you knew he needed this.

“M-mouth.” He stuttered, face flushed and chest rising and falling. “What do you say?” You asked, slowing your movements. “Manners, Spencer.” You huffed. With yet another pathetic little whine, the male was looking up at you. “P-please let me have your mouth. I really want it. Please. I need it. Mommy, please.” His begs were enough to urge you forward, your tongue licking over his slit again before your lips closed around his tip.

Nimble fingers were soon tangling in your hair as you were bobbing your head along his shaft, Spencer letting out a series of whimpers, whines, and begs for more. “Ah~” His back arched off the bed as you had slowly swallowed his cock, nose brushing against his pubic bone as you stayed put for a moment, your tight and warm throat making Spencer practically spasm.

With your head slowly moving again, you couldn't help yourself as you were picking up your pace, eyes fluttered shut as you savored the musky taste of his cock in your mouth. The room was filled with sinful sounds of your sucking as well as Spencer’s cries of pleasure, your hand having to hold his hips down to remain in control.

“M’gonna-” He slurred, cock twitching in your mouth and telling you all you needed to know, your tongue tracing over one of the veins along his desperate cock, the sensitivity turning Spencer into a whining and whimpering mess.

With the familiar fire in his belly, it wasn’t long until Spencer was hitting his orgasm. His body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, hair a dishevelled mess as he was letting go of your hair and crossing his arm over his face. As you swallowed the warm seed, you were pulling off with a ‘pop’. “Better?” You asked, tongue licking up any remaining cum still on his softening shaft.

“Much.”

[mrs-kodzuken]

hard to desire ⨟ kenma k.

chapter eight

bj lips love potions ft princess paparazzi

❝Undress me, caress me

I just want you to fuck me

My love can't take it no more

Gotta cast it on you❞

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Knowing that Kenma left you and didn't even send so much as a text message made you feel a bit queasy in your stomach. You both spent the entire night together, even with a few good days leading up to it, and yet he still went ghost.

To you, it made no sense whatsoever. From the beginning, you both started off on the wrong foot, and now, when you finally felt that everything was getting better, he goes off the grid.

There was a permanent frown on your face and a hurtful feeling in your chest when you came back to the shared apartment that day.

After checking on a few of your neighbors in the apartment complex and verifying that staying in them was safe now, you finally went in.

That stupid gas leak caused a really good night between you and Kenma, and you couldn't help but to let yourself smile as you reminisced about the few hours before.

However, inside the apartment was strange because there was no sound at all. With Kuroo gone with his friends and Kenma nowhere to be found, it felt eerie.

Turning on the living room TV for background noise, a couple lamps as well, and starting on baking a recipe that Kenma had shared with you, you finally felt better about being in here by yourself.

You never really enjoyed the silence, ever; it always seemed deafening and always made you feel a bit anxious and panicky.

When the kitchen timer declared the homemade sweet bread from Kenma's recipe was done, you tried it and wanted to meet the woman herself because it was beyond delicious.

You sighed, stopping your chewing. Being alone was fine, but you hated being alone with no one there to talk to or annoy either. You would've thought that being an only child would have prepared you to not feel this way and learn how to be by yourself, but it never worked.

Deciding to rot on the couch for a little, you grabbed your blankets and pillows with a good show put on, and little did you know, you were slowly drifting off to sleep.

You awoke after a few hours passed by; the TV was long off, having shut down by itself after so much time of inactivity. You felt hot—unbearably hot; the blankets you were cuddled up with earlier had damn near suffocated you.

The cool wetness of your clothes stuck to your legs and lower back.

Oh, how you hated waking up like this after a nap; it was frustrating and left you feeling woozy.

Getting up on wobbly legs, you made it to the kitchen to gulp down a large glass of water, and that's when you noticed the time. 6:00pm shined brightly on the oven timer; sleeping for the whole day wasn't something you expected for today, but it happened.

You eventually found your phone, ignoring every message that wasn't from Kenma or your parents. You groaned, throwing yourself back onto the couch, pushing the blankets down to the other side with your feet.

A dull sleep headache causing you pain, adding onto the fact that Kenma hadn't even sent you one measly text, had made it worse altogether.

Quite frankly, you missed him; you missed him a lot. You swallowed hard, not wanting to dwell too much on those particular feelings because you could tell with the way that your heart started to dully give off throbbing pains.

Deciding to distract yourself by cleaning was always a good choice to help you; it's always helped your mind because you were physically doing tasks.

After cleaning the living room again because of your mess, the kitchen, laundry, and bathroom were all done. However, you got curious yet again about Kenma's room and took your gloves off to push his bedroom door open.

It looks just like how it was last, but with him not home, you could actually look through his room and not feel his beady eyes on you watching your every move.

You got excited; the thrill of snooping through the bedroom of a guy you liked was a bit stirring. You've liked his room from the first time you went in, of course, and even the time before that.

You tip-toed in, having a feeling you might get caught if you don't hear the front door open. You look around, your heart basically in your throat. You loved the feeling of the thrill this gave you.

You first went to Kenma's bedside table; on the top there was a stray hairband, a hairbrush, and tissues, as well as a half-full glass of water. You raised a brow; that was seemingly normal enough; you cheekily smiled mischievously and opened the drawer.

You gasped when you saw a pack of condoms in his bedside drawer.

You hadn't expected Kenma to have those because you figured he didn't have a girlfriend. Your face heated up when you touched the box to move it and look at the other stuff in there. You saw some vitamins, daily supplements, and a few personal items of paper that you weren't going to touch.

Your eyes drifted back to his pack of condoms. Does he have one-night stands or something? The thoughts were endless, but you had to remind yourself that he wasn't your boyfriend, so whatever he did with those condoms was his choice.

With a sharp inhale, you exited his room, making sure you left everything just the way it was before you came in here.

Heading to your room, you decided to read for a little to pass the time. He would have to eventually come home, right? You would wait for him, wanting to confess your feelings; the more you waited, the more the anxiousness bubbled in your stomach.

Thinking about Kenma was easier than trying to anticipate when he would be home.

However, the more you thought about Kenma, the way his warm, larger frame felt against yours last night, and his eyes... oh, how his eyes became glaringly sharp when he’s pissed.

All of that causes the predicament you’re in now, with your hands between your legs, eyes tightened shut, and covers pushed to the end of the bed.

Your hand over your mouth to muffle your moans to no one’s ears in particular; you were home alone after all.

Your heat was throbbing, desperate for more than just the showerhead, more than the pleasure that you can get from your short fingers.

Being cursed with stubby fingers had caused a predicament that you could never reach that good spot inside of yourself, and so you resulted in finishing by playing with your clit.

You never thought that you’d actually be masturbating to the thought of Kenma, then again, you remembered that he did the same way before you both had developed this tension between you. You’d give anything to grind against him, to tease him for the way he’s treated you before.

You were losing it, back arching off your bed; your fingers worked diligently to help you aid in reaching for that orgasm you needed badly.

Kenma, coincidentally, was on his way home at 8:00 p.m. on the dot. After thinking about whether he would ignore this heightened feeling inside of him till he either A) moved out or B) graduated, he knew that he couldn't do that.

Safe to say that Kenma fell for you, and of course he already knew that deep inside but would never, ever admit it for something so dumb and petty that it physically made him cringe at himself.

Hoping to help aid in his apology, he bought you an iced seasonal coffee and a little sweet treat to help you not be in any negative mood towards him.

It was like he felt guilty all over again, thinking back to when he scared the daylights out of you and caused you a horrible nightmare. Only this time, he basically stood you up for an entire day because he wasn't certain about the feelings his heart was telling him, only due to the fact that they clashed with his mind.

Taking a deep breath and preparing for the night, Kenma unlocked the apartment door with his key. However, he was not expecting to hear loud, high-pitched moaning noises coming from your bedroom upstairs.

Kenma froze, the worst-case scenario coming to mind, which was that you were having an intimate moment with another person because you decided that he was waiting too long.

However, the more he waited to hear something to give off any details, there were no beds creaking or slamming against the wall, and there were no other moans/groans besides yours.

He was about to step out and send you a text that he was on his way because maybe that would dull the pink in his face, or maybe it would give him enough time to have his dick go down if he stood outside in the cold.

Before he could even open his phone, he heard a soft meowl of his name from upstairs, from your bedroom upstairs.

The mixture of chills and need rushed down his spine as he set everything down on the living room coffee table. Slowly making his way upstairs, you were unbelievable loud, yet he couldn't stop the feeling of wanting to hear more, wanting to see, wanting to feel.

Kenma tried to be as quiet as possible, the ache in his lower half becoming more of a nuisance by the second. His eyes almost bulged out of his head when he realized your door was halfway opened; no wonder he heard you so clearly.

Every light was off upstairs, with the exception of your pink lamp and TV that was playing a random show. It cast a beautiful glow on your skin as Kenma peeked around the corner of your doorframe; he hoped to God that you couldn't see the way he was being a pervert for you.

His eyes glowed with a need to please you; he watched carefully as your fingers were vigorously working hard to give you pleasure. His brows furrowed when he realized you weren't touching your hole at all.

That in itself made him curious; of course your fingers were wet; they even looked sticky, and Kenma wondered what your slick tasted like.

Kenma couldn't help but stare at you; he's never seen you naked before, and God, you looked fuckable, not to mention alluring with the way your body hypnotized him.

He stalked the way your body moved with every twirl of your fingers around your clit; your eyes were shut tightly, your other hand underneath your shirt, toying with your nipple.

It was an erotic sight, and Kenma could tell from the shallow thrust of his hips against his hand that he was bound to come soon. It was something so little, but watching someone like you in all your glory, he couldn't help himself.

He watched the slight ray of tears that were in your lash line; he wondered how long you've been at this and how long you've been without it. He knew with the way you started thrashing and your hips started to buck that you were going to come soon.

The moans you let out were so angelic, he wanted to break them so badly. With a few more thrusts and hearing his name on your lips once more, Kenma came inside of his pants.

After taking a few moments to catch his breath and collect himself, as well as getting one last peek of you, you looked so precious and worked yourself so hard because of him, and if he just owned up to his feelings, he could've done that for you.

Silently, going back downstairs because it would make too much noise to go into his room and change out of his pants and underwear for clean ones. Kenma decided to pretend he just got home and didn't just come to the sight of you toying with yourself.

With a few loud movements of his keys and the door shutting rather loud, he figured that was enough since your door was open after all.

Kenma tried to make himself seem normal enough, getting a drink out of the fridge and switching the living TV to something more so he would watch. However, ignoring the spurts of cum that were in his pants was a bit hard, as it felt uncomfortable after so long.

After a few more moments, you came downstairs, calling for him, and his body responded delightfully to your voice.

"Kenma? Are you home?" You called, coming down the steps. When you heard the front door shut, you rushed to get up and close your bedroom door and fix yourself as quick as possible.

"Yeah, I'm home." He paused, getting up from the couch.

"I got you a coffee and a muffin." He said, sounding apologetic, and you could only guess that he was apologizing for the ghosting shenanigans of today.

"Thanks, Ken... Where were you, by the way? I haven't seen or heard from you since I left this morning for breakfast. And then you just leave, shoulder-check me, and don't even say sorry." You asked confused, not liking this wishy-washy he was treating you with.

It hurt and made you confused in your own feelings, especially after masturbating to him.

Kenma's eyes glazed over as he was thinking of what to tell you.

“I'm...sorry, Y/n. I didn't know that I bumped into you, and for leaving without saying anything, as well as worrying you." Kenma sighed, not really sure what to say without saying that he likes you a lot.

You felt skeptical about his words, but there would probably be more later; after all, it was just the two of you here.

"It's all fine. I know you probably have things going on, and so I won't pester about it. I'm glad you're back though, I  misunderstood. Your eyes widened when you realized what you were about to tell Kenma—you've never told him that you've missed him before.

Luckily, your stomach grumbled, and that's when you realized that you haven't eaten since the hotel's breakfast this morning.

Kenma cracked a smile, which made your eyes light up at the sight. "Let's order in, okay? How does Mexican sound?" He asked with a smile, making your heart skip a beat.

You nodded. "Yeah, that sounds good." You were grateful for Kenma, not realizing that he always thinks about you. Whether you have eaten or need to eat, your needs when you get scared, and even letting you use him as a safe place when you're feeling that way.

As he ordered for the both of you, you started to feel guilty because he was being so sweet, and you were just upstairs masturbating to him. God, you really were the worst, you thought.

"Can you answer the door? I'm going to go change really quick." Kenma asked of you, a slightly disgusted facial expression showing. You furrowed your brows but nodded anyways. It was no hassle for you.

When the food got to the apartment, you both decided on a movie that wasn't scary nor a child's movie per his request and to which you rolled your eyes.

Settling on a romantic comedy, it was interesting as you both ate the food he ordered. Sitting side by side on the couch with the food on the coffee table, you both were close, and even then, you wanted to be closer to him.

Watching a romantic movie with Kenma left your mind open to roam about confessing to him; you wanted to desperately but was afraid of how it could backfire. Then you got into your head about whether Kenma really even liked you.

You didn't even realize it, but the credits started to roll, declaring the end of the movie, and you finally got the courage.

"Um, I like you!" You blurted out, turning towards Kenma, cheeks-tinged pink, and food left untouched because you were so distracted by your mind.

Kenma took a sharp intake of air and eyed your face. "Are you sure that's not lust?" He raised a brow, and you frowned at him, hearing your confession go unnoticed and deemed as lust.

"No, I like you, Kenma, like romantically and maybe sexually too, but I like you, alright?" You felt frazzled, trying to clarify that you had a bit more than a crush on him and then some.

Kenma's eyes widened like he didn't expect you to flat out tell him that either, "But I was mean to you when we first met, Y/n. Don't tell me you're into that." He trailed off, veering away from you for the effect.

You gasped, the blush coming back from embarrassment. "Kenma, no! My God, if anything, you're the one who's into that. I mean, if you requite my feelings, that is." You asked shyly, not wanting to assume but also wanting to desperately know.

"I do'requite' them; fancy word you got there." He chuckled at you; it made you smile. Knowing that Kenma actually likes you back was exhilarating for everything you both have been through together.

"Wait, so why did you hate me when we first met? I was so nice to you." You questioned, feeling more comfortable with asking him these questions, leaning in more.

He seemed to keep his calm though when you started questioning the reason behind his actions, "Because you're cute, sweet, and girly. I didn't realize I liked that, and you bustlingly about everywhere and adding your touches in the apartment made it feel more like yours too and not just Kuroo and I's. It was hard, I guess." He thought about it more, not realizing that you almost short circuited when he called you cute.

"That... makes more sense now. I was trying to be so nice, and then you were just mean to me. Then I got fed up and started being rude as hell; I hated that." You laughed trailing off, thinking back to when you had that mutual feud going on between you both.

"Yeah, I actually wished I hadn't been like that towards you. I really just wanted to get closer to you but didn't know how and decided to unintentionally belittle you." He grimaced at his own actions, hating the way he treated you.

However, it was refreshing to see this side of Kenma; you loved how open he could be when he wanted to be.

The night trailed on with the both of you confessing the small and big moments throughout the weeks from when you moved in. You found out about how your big nightmare was single-handedly caused by Kenma, except the rainstorm bit.

You listened intently when you realized he was confessing to causing you hurt; you felt like your heart was bursting at the seams because of him. It felt nice inside to finally be able to talk with Kenma about the mishaps between you both and forgive one another.

Yawning, tears pricked your eyes as you covered your mouth. You tried to find a clock to check the time, but your phone must've fallen into the couch.

"It's practically two in the morning. I didn't mean to keep you up so late; you should go sleep, Y/n." Kenma, yet again, was looking out for you, but you never minded though.

"I think I should; I'll help clean up though. I forgot this is your usual, staying up so late, I mean." You mentioned gathering the empty dinner plates and putting them in the dishwasher.

"Mostly yeah, but I'm tired tonight because I barely got any sleep last night." He recalled, scratching underneath his ponytail of his head.

"Oh, right, I forgot about that. I'm sorry," You apologized yet again after you found out you were the reason Kenma had zero sleep last night. He really went all out with his confession, but yet you still had a sense that he was maybe guilty about keeping all of that inside.

As you both headed upstairs, you were quicker than him when he turned off the downstairs lights. You were faced with an option. Now, Kenma wasn't thinking, nor knew, about this so-called option, but you made a choice.

"Ken?" You called from your room, gathering your PJs, because you already assumed what he was going to say.

Followed back was a "Hm?" from Kenma himself.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?" You asked, more quietly now, as if you were scared of what he would say.

Kenma paused, and for a good second you thought he was hesitating. "If you're sure."

You smiled all giddy and quickly changed into a large night tee and shorts, as usual. After a speedy night routine, you meet Kenma in his bedroom.

This felt much more intimate than it did in the hotel for some reason. Maybe it was the fact that you both agreed to sleep in the same bed, or maybe that you both know a budding relationship might start, or even that you both have seen each other in such a vulnerable, alluring state already.

Climbing into the silk-sheeted bed, you felt like you were in heaven; not only did you feel like you were going to sleep on clouds, but Kenma even had a heating blanket.

"Oh my God, I love your bed." You commented, happily rolling around in the sheets as he was too busy checking his monitors and turning them off.

"Thanks, it's good for my hair since I dyed it back in high school." He half smiled from what you could see with him turned around. It felt more comfortable being around Kenma like this; it was easy and comfortable.

When Kenma climbed into bed as well, that's when all comfort went out of the window. His larger frame climbed over you so he could lay by the wall, his usual spot when sleeping.

Everything was quiet for a few minutes, and you thought that he may have already fallen asleep, so when you turn over to your side facing away from him and lay on your back, you hear him shuffle.

"So... how was your orgasm?" His voice seemed like it was coming from directly by your ear; your face immediately flushed red, but it was barely seeable since it was dark in his room with the exception of your nightlight.

"... What? What do you mean, Ken?" You tried your best not to stammer and make it as even as possible. You were sure that the front door had opened when you were already done, right? You wracked your brain but couldn't remember because the sleep in your eyes was becoming too much.

"You remember the hotel? I figured you didn't connect the dots because you're a little sleepy, but I didn't get a wink of sleep. You made a confession, did you not?" Kenma's voice sounded different—huskier, filled with a need for something.

You froze until you felt his warm hand snake around the bed to find your waist.

"Yeah, I—um, I made a confession at the hotel..." You closed your eyes, not wanting to deal with the shame of Kenma knowing that you spied on him while he was masturbating—to you after all.

"You're so dirty, you know that, right? Such a dirty girl..." He trailed, massaging your love handle, "But you liked it, right? Is that why I came home to you, pleasuring yourself to the thought of me?" You could hear an ever so slight chuckle underneath his breath. Kenma was toying with you. And you liked it.

"I'm sorry, Kenma. I didn't mean to spy; I just heard, and then went to go see—I'm sorry." You pleaded, not sure what for, until he turned you around, facing towards him.

"Shh, no worries, it's okay, Y/n. Can I kiss you?" Kenma asked, his lidded eyes staring in your wide, needy, dilated ones.

You nodded, not sure what to say other than yes; your heartbeat was practically in your throat as you shook your head yes. He came closer; you felt his breath on your lips before he closed the gap and touched your soft lips with his own.

Kenma parted your lips with his tongue, swiping at the entrance, wanting to explore the inside of your mouth. He's waited for this moment since he first fell for you, and savoring this moment wasn't enough; he needed to conquer.

A rough hand came to the back of your head as he pushed you closer to him, his tongue furthering deeper in your mouth. You couldn't help but to moan out into the kiss, using your nose to breathe instead of breaking it for air.

You could feel the wetness between your legs, and the heat in your core began to stir. Kenma got restless and started to grip your clothes roughly; his breathing was uncontrolled and harsh, like he had been waiting for this his entire life.

Kenma abruptly broke the kiss with you; you whined and fisted at his clothes for more.

"Stop whining, Y/n. I need to know if you want this; you do know what is about to happen between us if you want to continue, right?" His yellow, cat-like eyes stared hard into yours; you could tell Kenma was restraining himself after you worked him up so much.

"I want, I do want this... I just haven't done this before, though, with anyone." You admitted, hoping he didn't think you were lame since he had that jumbo pack of condoms in his dresser drawer.

"I haven't done it either; I just know what I want and can tell what helps you feel pleasured and what doesn't." He coolly said, a hand snaking under your shirt; his eyes glinted when he found out you weren't wearing a bra.

"Ah! But those condoms... in your drawer? I had thought that maybe you have already done this before." You trailed, not meeting his eyes because you just confessed to snooping around in his room without him knowing.

"You little peek." He chided and lightly pinched your nipple, "Those are from Kuroo, a gag gift from my birthday, actually." He smirked and started placing small feather-like kisses on your jaw.

He needed to get you worked up if he wanted to ensure that you were prepped right for him.

"God," he groaned into your neck, "I've wanted you so badly." He couldn't help but to leave little marks as well; from now on, you would be his.

"Me too; I've wanted you so, so badly, Ken." You whined, arching your back as he lifted your shirt and sucked on your nipples, effectively causing your thighs to rub against one another, ensuring that his plan was working.

You have never experienced something like this, and it made your body feel burning hot and your core throb. Kenma, on the other hand, was experienced to a certain extent due to the internet, manga, and having friends that are guys.

Either way, the achingly painful throb of your core demanded to be filled with every lick and slight tug of your nipples that Kenma was doing.

"You really like your nipples to be played with, my little dirty girl, don't you?" His groaned out into your ear, whilst his magic hands kept working their way on your tender breasts.

His hand snaked down to your panties, effectively slipping them off of your legs, the build up from his playing with your nipples was getting to you, making you extremely eager for the next stage. 

“Are you ready for this?” His piercing eyes couldn’t break away from yours as his middle finger slipped inside your wet heat. It was…strange to say the least, a low moan spilling from your mouth when you felt the pleasure of him moving his digit in and out of you.

His long finger was such a pleasuring break from your short, stubby ones.

Soon after Kenma watched your expressions precisely, he added another finger, keeping it simple as he could feel the tightness from even just that. Your face winced until he slowly started thrusting his fingers into your cunt, slightly curling them to prepare you for what will come afterwards.

“You’re being so good for me,” Kenma whispered, never taking his eyes off of the way your body started to join in with the rocking of his hand, your hips becoming in sync with how badly you wanted more.

Soon, your back was already arching off of his bed, the sight beckoned his dick, which was already painfully throbbing and awaiting your warm hole to fill. 

"Ken,” your voice came tumbling out roughly, “Oh God, I can't—I can't, plea—ah! Stop." You cried, the feeling of your usual pleasure was building in your core but this time, Kenma could reach that one singular spot which had you seeing stars.

His hands didn’t stop inside of you, and quite frankly you didn’t want them to stop either. With the way his thumb rubbed over your clit so lightly you were on the brink of an orgasm.

All of a sudden the pleasure failed to rush over your body, your hips jerked forwards, needing the movement that was suddenly stopped to start again. 

"No! Please! Why did you stop, please?" You could feel the orgasm dissipating inside of your abdomen, your cunt clenching his fingers inside of you that wouldn’t move. 

"Don't tell me to stop if you actually don't want me to. Now, tell me youre sorry, you brat." Kenma spat at you, you both didn’t have a safe word yet and so, Kenma had no choice but to follow your instructions and body language, he didn’t want a misunderstanding because you got overwhelmed with the toe curling pleasure. 

Heat of embarrassment rushed to your face but you hoped he couldn’t tell, “I’m,” you sighed hating apologizing when you knew you were in the wrong about this, “I’m sorr-” You were cut off once again when Kenma hovered his hot mouth over your clit, his digits continuing their bruising movements from not that long ago.

Soon, the rushing thrill of almost finishing came over you yet again and this time, Kenma let it happen. Your legs went stiff as your back arched, his tongue rolling over your clit and a high-pitched moan releasing from your throat.

Kenma slowly slid his fingers out of your cunt, tasting them when your eyes were closed. He didn’t want you to see how needy he was for you. With deep breaths and a few feathery light face kisses from Kenma, you opened your eyes. 

He was right in your face, staring at you deeply in emotion, “You did so well, I’m so proud. Do you want to stop?” There were no negative feelings in Kenma if you did want to stop, he assumed you were worn out already. 

“Huh? No, of course not. I want,” You paused, realizing how badly you still wanted to be filled, especially by Kenma. “I want more, please.”

Between the time of Kenma kissing you all over your face, he had taken his pants off. You stared at his cock, the angry red tip swollen with a need to be released. You gulped, eyes starting to become lidded with need just by looking at it. 

Kenma reached for his side table after letting you look at it, almost stopping to groan when his dick touched your warmth.

You couldn’t help but to arch your back as his dick twitched, “Can we…do it without the condom?” You flusteredly asked, hiding your face behind your hands, you were slightly grinding on his unprotected dick by now. 

Kenma raises a brow, skeptical about having his first time raw with you, knows he shouldn't, but when you’re being such a little minx, he just couldn’t disobey your request. 

“Are you ready then, Y/n? I’ll be very slow and listen to you.” Kenma promised, eyeing you as you allowed him to slowly enter inside. It’s a very damn good thing that Kenma had some patience, even though it was slowly deteriorating, because your cunt was so fucking wet and siphoned his cock into it. 

With a harsh gulp, he peered down at you, feeling the miniscule beads of sweat on his skin from the activity at hand. Your eyes were tightly shut and Kenma hated how your first time was painful while he wasn't.

Although, he realized that you were tense instead of relaxed and that effectively made the whole action hurt even worse.

“Y/n,” He choked out before taking a deep breath, “Y/n baby, you have to relax. It won’t hurt as much if you relax.” Kenma urged, for your sake and his, he was going to cream himself if you didn’t stop holding his dick hostage in your cunt like this.

After a slight head nod and no result, Kenma carefully leaned down without entering even more and started pressing light kisses to your tense face.

“C’mon, relax baby,” He mumbled, kissing your closed eyes, helping your body become more pliable instead of stiff. 

“M’sorry,” You quietly apologized to him, in which he denied that.

“It’s your first time, you didn’t know, baby.” He reassured you. 

With a few small words of permission to keep letting him sink into your cunt, Kenma fully, but slowly, sheathed himself inside of you.

The snug pleasure was overwhelming to Kenma, but he couldn't help but to prefer your pleasure over his. He decided to keep his eyes from rolling back, watching you as he very gradually rocked into you, watching his cock disappear into your warm, wet cunt.

His dick felt like it was going to burst any second, the ache in his groins was a hard fight to maintain and not flip you over to fulfill his own pleasure. 

That was until you started rocking your hips back to meet him, silently asking for more. Kenma squinted at you and stopped moving until you started whining at him. 

"Use your words,"  Kenma’s rough, mean voice came out. He wanted to hear you say it, you needed to learn to be clear when speaking to him about something. 

You hesitate, "I want more; it doesn't hurt anymore; it feels really good." You sigh in pleasure, feeling the fullest you’ve ever been because of him. 

A snap of Kenma’s hips clashed you both together, and like clockwise, the delicious noises fell out from your mouth, unable to be contained even by your hand. 

Kenma gripped your waist, entering you at a breaking pace, the tightness of his hands on you hurting in such a painfully good way. His cock pierced your insides and you found yourself meeting each and every one of his thrusts with the same eagerness. 

Not being able to keep his hands off of your body because the squish of your walls were pulling him in further, it felt like you didn’t ever want him to leave.

He leaned over you, trying to desperately attach his mouth to yours, the look of both of your eyes were mirrored with pure lust and attractiveness.

In less than no time, the toe curling sensation of a familiar orgasm rushed over you, trying to claim your body. 

“Ken, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come," you chanted loudly, rolling your hips faster against his, hoping to grind your clit against him. You fisted at the sheets harder when Kenma put your leg over his shoulder and rubbed your clit. 

Your vision became uncanny as white spots filled it when the crashing wave of the second orgasm of the night rushed over you. Kenma did not slow down or even falter for a second when your body started spasming, your cunt seized as Kenma’s moans finally spilled out as he kept going.

You, on the other hand, had accidentally stopped breathing with the overwhelming waves of pleasure hitting your body as if you were under water. The rush came unyielding as Kenma kept going; he noticed, and yet it made him harder and his dick eager to release.

"Haaah, breathe baby, c'mon breathe for me," Kenma urged, not able to stop his thrusts but trying to soothe your spasmodic state by rubbing your face and throat as gently as he could. 

To his relief, a loud, strangled gasping noise came out of you and Kenma realized that you were crying by now. 

God, seeing you like this in pleasure, your face beating red, and tears rolling down your cheeks was the tipping point. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum, oh God, I’m gonna—" Kenma desperately wanted to cum inside and fill you to the brim of his seed but knew that it wasn't smart to do, especially since this was the first time you both had sex.

His dick was tightening, becoming ready to spill his seed inside if he wasn’t ready to pull out. 

"In—side," You choked out, the pleasure making you feel light headed and leaving an airy feeling in your body, almost as if your orgasm never ended. Kenma knew better than to listen to you when you're drunk on sex. 

As his thrusts came to an end, they became sharper and more bruising, and on his last thrust, he pulled out quickly, almost missing, and came on your cunt.

His head was thrown back, groaning, as he rubbed his cock all over your pussy like a dog in heat, the last warm spurts coming out of him on you, which left you with a strange feeling.

Once Kenma was able to collect himself, he leaned down to you looking like you were out of it and not even here all the way. He pressed kisses to your forehead, feeling the dampness on your skin.

"Are you okay? Was I too rough?" Kenma worriedly asked, with a weak shake of your head, he got up ass naked, and all you heard was the bathroom sink running before he came back. In his hands were a cup of water and a wet cloth. 

"Let me clean you; I didn't mean to finish all over you down there," Kenma apologized, his ears turning pink as his usual self came back down to earth.

"Mmm, it's okay. I'm sorry for almost pressuring you to finish inside," you said sheepishly, realizing how bad it was and how horrible he would’ve felt afterwards if that did happen.

After Kenma cleaned you up, he put his shirt over your body, pulled you close, and turned on your favorite childhood show. You relaxed into his body, letting his hands roam all over you and massage the weak points of your body.

"I really enjoyed it, Kenma, thank you." You bundled your head down into the blankets, comfortable in the way he played your favorite show and the fact that his bed, obviously, smelt like him. 

"You make it sound like you paid me," he snorted from behind you, "But you’re welcome; now sleep, you're tired," and sure enough, you followed his orders.

Kenma went quiet behind you as he was relishing in the way your body fit against his, the smell of your shampoo, and the fact that you are in his clothes, which all eased his mind to a comfortable slumber.

synopsis: it's the summer before you go to university, and you decide to become roommates with your pen pal that you've known since you were in primary. big problem arises, he's got a roommate, and it just so happens that his roommate either has a sexual want for you or hates your guts – or probably both?

a/n: hihi everyone! second to last chapter ;) i hope you've all enjoyed this so far <3

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