#god I bet those callouses feel good

[ashbeneviento]

It’s thinking about Donna’s hands hours

Which is every hour btw

[miioouu]

I think about Camgirl x soap….maybe part 2??

Haha, finally done with university so now i have all the time in the world to think and drool over hot fictional men with you all!!! Here’s part one of this. TW: smut, phone sex, female reader WC: 950 

Weeks pass since you and your favourite fan started talking. Although you've learned a bit about him, never his name “Call me Soap, kitten. Sounds hot when you do” And now you don't have to wonder what he sounds like. If you think his comments in the chat are lewd, you're not ready for the voice messages he leaves you past midnight. 

Breathy whispers, low groans and whines; he told you he has to keep quiet, he shares a room with his colleagues, and yet, he can't help it, it's become a routine for the both of you now. You wait for your screen to light up, a giddy smile on your face when you press the play button “Thought ‘bout you all day long bonnie. Sucked at practice today, my aim’s shitty because of you now, might lose my job because of you, sweet kitty” He always starts the blaming, making you roll your eyes as you bite your lip, waiting in anticipation for what's coming next. The sound of his sheets being shifted under his weight, he hisses when the bed creaks a little too loudly, it makes you giggle the way he blames you some more. “But you'd like that, eh? If I lost my job? You'd love it, all my attention would be on you, not like it's not now…you're always on my mind, those pretty tits of yours. Gosh those perky nipples, wanna suck on ‘em'' His breathing becomes heavy, and so does yours. It doesn't take a genius to know that he's slipping his hand under his boxers, the sound of the elastic softly smacking against his skin is an obvious indicator, and you can't help but join him. “Want my hands all over you, pretty girl. I know you want it too, yeah? So soft I bet. So plush, just want to bite you, and leave my mark on ya.” 

And he blames you again “So far away from me. If you were here, it would be your hand wrapped around my cock, kitty. And if I’m lucky enough maybe it would be your mouth, yeah?” He takes in a sharp breath, and so do you. You exhale shakily as your fingers dip under your cotton panties, sucking your teeth at how wet you are, maybe you should send him a picture? He deserves it after all. The tip of your digits brushing against your twitching clit, and you huff, imagining, and being sure that his hands would feel a lot better; rough and calloused against your soft skin, it would feel like heaven. “Fuck, I can already picture it, bonnie. Those sweet lips of yours, you know I love it when you put on that red lipstick too. Can you imagine it, how it would leave a pretty ring around my dick? So pretty, all yours to taste too.” He hums, the sound of his slick can be faintly heard in the background of the voice message. You drooled at the thought, making you think about how he’d taste. Salty, a little sour maybe? Maybe even with a hint of sweetness, the guy is in shape and cares about his health. If not for the military, for you; the pride that swells in his chest whenever you mention how badly you want to bite his arm, how much you need to lick on his abs. The image alone flusters you. You groan as you push your panties down, they frustrate you as you keep drawing tight circles against your bundle of nerves, trying to match his pace. You know how he likes it too, he’s spoken about it before; “Slow kitty… I like the build up. Slow and nice, not too tightly. And then my mind starts to wander, to you and that silk blue set, and I go crazy. I can’t help it, ok? Wanna know how tight you’d be around me.” 

“Or maybe, if the Gods are on my side, I can feel that pretty cunny of yours, eh? What do you say? I think she’d love me. God, kitty, I wanna stretch you out. Wanna make you cry on it, wanna make you bounce on it, wanna make you cream on it. Gosh kitty, I bet you’d love it. I’d fuck you so good, I promise you I will, so good you’d forget about those silicon toys of yours, they can’t compare. I’ll make it so you can’t think about anyone but me, no one will ever make you feel the way I’ll make you feel sweetheart.”  

His voice is rough and breathless, like he’s slowly descending to madness, slowly ascending to heaven. The rest of his message is the echoing of his groans and shallow breaths, it’s like he’s biting his lip to not let out a too loud noise. He spits on his sensitive tip, letting if ooze down his length and the thought of it alone is making your arch your back. He’s so good at it, he should’ve been the one on the screen, he’d make millions from his voice and heavy accent alone. It’s the repeating whispers of your name that gave him away and pushed you over the edge. You moan out his ‘name’ again, you let it roll out your tongue like a prayer, Goodness, you needed him badly too. He deserves a reward no? The man that got you obsessed and delusional, he deserves a picture of your drenched fingers pulled apart and connected with your juices. He also deserves that last message you sent before completely shutting off your phone to mellow down your excitement and anxiety “Maybe you will feel ‘that pretty cunny’ soon, mmm? What do you think?”

[dairy-farmer]

Okay but consider? Has Tim ever seen Ra's post-Critical Injury Lazurus Dip? Like not "oooh, I am back to my sexy Dilf-y glory~" but FULL ON "I have been Hard Reset back to the Prime Of My Life(tm), which statistically is early 20s, and am now a Young and Hot prowling bad boy. With no Grey in my hair and a SLIGHLTY higher voice, meaning while I sound familiar, you can't instantly place it like you usually could."

THAT sort of Hard Reset.

Bet he hasn't.

Bet he'd have an even HARDER time recognizing Ra's in a Masquerade mask. If Ra's had a smooth, freshly shaven, face. I mean... it's not like Ra's an assassin cult leader or anything. Him? Knowing how to DISGUISE himself? When in his centuries of life would he have had time to learn THAT?

So there Ra's is. Looking rich, dangerous, and slutty. As one does. Tight black pants, loose poet shirt, gold and gems dripping like honey down his skin. The very PICTURE of a WEALTHY young trouble maker. Blending in with all these wealthy fools, up too no good, some of them far more then others.

That's why the Bats are here.

For Intel.

But of COURSE, Brucie Wayne has aged out of this sort of scene. Tut tut. And his waste of a grandson is just a touch too young. A shame. So it's the Detective and a few others, leading the charge. But... ah, SUCH a big building! And can the Wayne's afford to be seen at such a disreputable event?

Of course not.

So they're in disguise. Layers upon layers, Detective. Masks upon masks. Delightful~

Ra's gets to watch Tim work the room. Prowl in magnificent heels. Dodge covetous hands so casually it seems by accident. Extract information people have DIED to protect. Blonde, tonight. He looks better with hair like the night.

Ra's smiles like a wolf.

And begins to hunt his prey though a sea of masks.

Which is how Tim meets a VERY rougish, tall, and delightfully muscled heir too...something. It's kinda obvious, given all the jewelry. Swordsmen too, from what he can feel of those INTERESTING and calloused hands. Tim knows he should focus... but...

Mystery Hot Guy is REALLY forward. Clearly in to him. And it's not like he's gotta marry the guy.

Did he mention the DELIGHTFUL rumble? His voice has a low rumbling quality to it, when he leans in close so he can be heard over the music. His hands are hot and gripping in that "just a bit too tight but not TOO too tight" sorta way? So yeah... he's gonna... uuuuh, go... "question so informants" real quick. Get back to you guys later!

Don't wait up!

And Ra's? Knows the chance of this working more then once is close to zero. So it has to be LEGENDARY. Life changing. Dick so good it ruins the Detective's LIFE. He's got to make sure the next time they meet, the Detective wants to kill him AND fuck him in equal measure.

After all, the Bats have a "no kill rule". Oh dear, Detective. Really only leaves you one option, then, doesn't it?

So Ra's goes to absolute TOWN on Tim. Sinks down to his knees and eats him out til his legs won't hold him. Carries him to the bed to the guestroom they're about to absolutely DEFILE, too use far too clever fingers, to stoke that burning NEED back up. Too stretch and tease, as his mouth worships that chest. That neck. That clever, clever mouth.

Runs his free hand along magnificent skin, wishes he could grip hair like the finest ink as he savors Timothy's mouth. It all feels decadent. Ra's is patient. Aaaand, there, Tim rocking against his hand has turned for lazy pleasure (savoring the glow of a good orgasm) to demanding.

His hands, his kisses, are growing hungrier. Commanding Ra's to give him what he needs. Spoil him like a pampered little prince. Either worship and adore him, or he will find someone else who SHALL. How can Ra's refuse? He'd be a fool too.

A fool not to suck and bite branding little marks upon that magnificent skin. A fool not to hike up those powerful hips a grind and tease with his length, until Timothy's sharp little nails dig into his flesh in warning. A gods forsaken incompetent, to NOT sink into that magnificent heat, pressed so close he can hear that breath taking little gasp of pleasure, as the thickness of himself presses wider and deeper then any BOY the Detective as ever taken.

Ra's AL Ghul is no fool.

But he IS a VERY giving lover.

Especially when he has something to gain from it. And oh, how it is a struggle not show the victory on his face. It would not do, to give the game away at the last moment. He knows better. So he moves his hips just so. Rolling at just the right angle. To grind with in as he thrusts, to grind against as he moves, his body angled just right to tease the Detective's clit.

Strong, calloused hands teasing what feels like EVERYWHERE. That deep rumbling voice monologing a god damned speech on how good Tim's body feels, how perfect he is, how sexy. That cock hitting everything over an over in a way marksmen would WEEP with jealousy at. Tim is pretty sure his brain is melting. Hook up too good, fuck why he came here actually. The others can handle it.

Will he later admit he fucked up? Probably. But that's when he gets the ability to reason again. Right NOW all he can think is a series of frantic porno noises and variations of the word "More". Turns out fumbling around with your teammates is NOT actually a good frame of reference for "what is Sex and how good does it feel?".

Tim doesn't even notice, two position changes and several orgasms later, when he loses his wig. His face is buried in Mystery Hook Up's shoulder, drooling and clinging, as he's worked up and down that mind melting cock like a toy. All that HE registers is that it feels nice to have that stuffy thing off and fingers running through his hair.

His family, though? Freaking out. Tim left with an "informant" (their ASS) and never showed back up. They've all HAD the traumatizing Honeypot Talk from Bruce. They KNOW Femme Fatales are a thing. Homme Fatales are a thing! Did someone send a sexy assassin after Tim!?

Soooooorta.

Dick, powered by the sheer force of Brotherly Murder-Panic and 👌close to showing the world why he and FUCKING DEATHSTROKE have a weird decade long "Thing(tm)" going, kicks down the door to waaaay too many random hook ups... until he eventually find the RIGHT hook up.

Where Timmy ain't got no bones. He be truely, magnificently, well fucked and boneless. A cooked noodle. Orgasm machine ran dry and he can see the shrimp color, Captain. He's cuddling a sex god and actively plotting to tattoo his phone number somewhere on this guy's body. Who CARES where he lives. Tim will MAKE it work. How you feel about breakfast?

Ra's is the exact flavour of Lounging Smug Bastard you imagine.

It's not even smirking "pleased with himself" territory anymore. It's full on "if a tiger were turned into a human, got revenge on the bastard who did it, and was lounging around feeling pleased with itself covered in blood" grinning. Because NOW, he has won.

Dick is, of course, going to break every bone in this Mystery Bastard's body. Jason. Hold him.

Which... just as Tim is about to throw a lamp in defense of his new Sex... something, Robin kicks the window open because "fuck it, I'm helping. Timothy may be an idiot. But he's OUR idiot and you've clearly seduced him with some sort of evil demonic sex magic, you fiend, time to fight." Etc etc.

Only then Hot Hook Up takes of his mask.

He.... He looks a LOT like Damian. A concerning amount. Like... if you were to say, take away the Wayne traits, he'd be almost identical.

Tim is ALSO not a fool.

That grin is very familiar. Those EYES are a shade he knows INCREDIBLY damn well. And oh sweet fuck on a stick he boned Ra's AL Ghul.

And it was amazing.

DAMN IT!!!

Does Tim absolutely HATE that Ra's was right? That Tim SHOULD consider sleeping with him? Yes. Is Tim going to do it again? According to the flashcard forcefully handed to him by his Father, ahem, "No. We do not sleep with Supervillians. We have self control." So... noooooooo, of course not. He would NEVER. Don't be absurd.

(Yes.)

-🐼🐼🐼

tim knows he shouldnt but also knows bruce has no moral highground to say 'dont sleep with supervillains 😭

[fettuccin-e]

Could I have something with Steven/ nervous female reader & the prompt 'Relax,lie still & let me take care of you'. Thanks!

@ahookedheroespureheart holy FUCK yes you can!!! i usually don't write for experienced steven BUT i want him to take care of me so bad bro its a problem. i also think that steven could dom the fuck out of you if you asked,,, thank u for requesting my love

Gold Skinned and Eager

Tags: Steven Grant x Reader, oral (f!recieving), light overstimulation, a little Marc x Reader (also yes the title is from Touch Tank by Quinnie I think of Steven every time I listen to it)

You aren’t that inexperienced. Really, you’re not. It’s just that your dating experience has been unequivocally awful. Boyfriend after boyfriend, breakup after breakup. All of them terrible and painfully self-centered, both in everyday life and in the bedroom. So you aren’t inexperienced, not really, you just haven’t had anyone to do everything with you yet. 

Until you met Marc. And then, subsequently, Steven and Jake. It’s strange, the feeling of being loved so wholly and unconditionally, without fear of judgment. Strange, but nice. 

So when you tell Steven softly, picking at the skin around your nails and avoiding eye contact at all costs, that no one has ever eaten you out before, he tugs you close, strong arms wrapping around your waist. His calloused fingertips tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his eyes. 

“Can I please show you, darling?” he asks, voice breathy. He doesn’t really even have to ask. You’re already nodding.

But you can’t help the way your thighs tremble a few hours later, how your breaths become light and nervous as Steven lays your naked body out upon your shared bed, moving down to be eye level with your pretty cunt.

“Love, if you aren’t sure about this-” Steven begins, looking up into your eyes, but you shake your head so hard you’re afraid it may fly off.

“Steven, no, it’s not,” you breathe, tossing your forearm over your eyes. “I just- God, no one’s ever been this close before. I mean, I would’ve waxed, or something, if I had known-” Steven cuts you off with a chuckle, smoothing his calloused hands across the insides of your thighs.

“Darling, I assure you, you’re the most perfect thing I have ever seen,” Steven murmurs, laying soft kisses down the paths his hands brush over. Those lips, soft and plush, so close to your soaking pussy. “Just relax, darling,” you can feel his breaths fanning over you, and your hips twitch. Steven’s hands shoot up, anchoring you to the bed. “Lie still,” he whispers, “and let me take care of you.”

You barely have a chance to breathe before he leans in to lick a long stripe up your dripping cunt, and the whine you let out is embarrassing, all high pitched and tinny. But you can feel Steven’s grin between your legs, his hands shifting to wrap tight around your thighs, and he’s diving in.

His strong tongue licks roughly at your sensitive clit, swirling around it in tight, maddening circles before shifting down to suck softly at the sticky lips of your pussy. The sensation is unfamiliar, but so fucking good that the edges of your vision are already blurring. He tongues slowly over your clenching entrance before easing it in, his nose moving over your clit.

“Steven, Steven, oh fuck. God, it feels- it feels so good, oh shit-” Your hands tangle in his hair as your back arches, keeping him glued to you as you mumble incoherently. Steven groans into you, the vibrations rocketing up your spine and ricocheting around your murky brain.

“You’re so beautiful for me love,” Steven says between his ministrations. “Can’t believe no one’s eaten this pretty cunt before, y’taste so fucking good. So sweet, darling.” He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, and it’s a miracle you don’t black out. “Going to eat you out for hours darling,” he says, and it feels like a threat. “I’ll eat you till you pass out, yeah? Wouldn’t that be nice?” It barely feels like Steven is even speaking to you anymore, and a glance down to the man between your thighs is even more proof of that.

Steven’s eyes are blown wide, his cheeks red and hair beautifully mussed by your clutching hands. His lips are shiny, so soaked with your slick. He looks destroyed, just from eating you out. He shuts his eyes as he licks into you, completely lost in it, and fuck, you are too. 

“Want you to cum, darling,” he murmurs, not opening his eyes or taking his mouth away from your sticky cunt. “Wanna feel this pretty pussy soak me. Fuck, Marc wants it too, I can- I can hear him. He wants a turn, yeah? Give him a turn eating this gorgeous pussy?”

The moan that rips out of your throat is nearly painful, the thought of Marc eating you out, right after Steven. You don’t think you’ll make it to the morning. But Steven’s already taking your clit into his mouth again, sucking and licking at it, playing with you like a toy, and the knot in your stomach is tightening, your back shooting up, up-

Your vision whites out for a moment as you cum, your little whispers of “Steven, Steven, Steven” echoing loudly in your ears as your pussy clenches and soaks Steven’s face. He groans with you, licking at you softly as you ride out your orgasm. He only pulls away when you push lightly at his forehead with a soft whine of, “sensitive.”

His broad shoulders loom over you as he moves up, and you barely have the strength to wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him down on top of you to kiss him. You can taste yourself on his lips, but you can’t bring yourself to be disgusted. Instead, you can only smile into the kiss, and Steven grins back. 

“Thank you Steven,” you whisper, and Steven breaks from your mouth with a loving peck.

“As if that was even close to a chore, darling,” he says. “I should be thanking you,” he murmurs, tucking his face into the crook of your neck. You giggle softly at him, sighing as you feel his soft lips laying little kisses into your skin. You know what’s happening when Steven’s back tightens a few minutes later, a small change, but still noticeable. You know that he’s not Steven anymore.

“Marc?” you whisper into the quiet of the room, and your boyfriend raises his head to look at you.

“Hi baby,” Marc says, his voice beautifully gruff. “You still gonna give me a turn?”

[mncxbe]

#Drafts

𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒆 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: delulu, age gap (reader is 20+), alcohol consumption, tipsy Kishibe, dirty talk, reader is conveniently wearing a skirt, head (fem receiving) in dubious places

"All that cheap booze is gonna kill you eventually, you know that?" you taunted your mentor, lighting the thin cigarette between your fingers.

The older man simply chuckled, taking another sip from his silvery flask. "Good thing no one asked for your opinion, sweetheart. Plus, let's not talk about unhealthy habits when you smoke that crappy stuff"

"They're not crappy" you pouted, earning another hoarse chuckle from Kishibe. The alley was empty, just the two of you leaning against the brick wall of the bar. The rest of the devil hunters were still inside, downing mug after mug of beer but that wasn't really your thing. You needed some air– and some time alone with your mentor, so in a spur of confidence you convinced him to join you in this alley for a smoke.

The initial courage disappeared soon after, leaving you fumbling for words. You wanted to tell Kishibe how you felt about him for a while now. Hell, the life of a devil hunter is short, why not take some risks? Still, it was hard– whenever you tried to talk to him about this an unexplicable force held you back. Except for a few snarky remarks all you could do was sit quietly, meekly staring at the stubbed cigarette buds and crumpled paperwraps on the ground.

Kishibe couldn't have been more amused by your shy display. Cute... he thought to himself, returning his now empty flask in the pocket of his jacket. It baffled him– how the attitude you usually gave him during missions and outings with your colleagues completely disappeared when it was just the two of you. Naturally, he was aware of your feelings for him but didn't pay them much mind. You were just a young girl crushing on her mentor, nothing new, but still there was something awfully endearing about this whole situation.

"You know, sweets" said the man eventually, grabbing your chin with his calloused fingers and pulling you closer "You're not fooling anyone, you're quite transparent." Your eyes widened at his comment "Um... I don't know what you're talking about–" you babbled out but before you could finish your sentence Kishibe's grip on your jaw tightened, mushing up your cheeks. Your plush lips pursed into a pout, causing the man to chuckle. "God, you're too pretty for your own good. Too bad you're wasting yourself on an old man like me". You wanted to explain yourself but he simply shushed you, dragging his thumb along your bottom lip.

"Oh come on, I'm not an idiot. I can see the way you look at me, how you rub those pretty thighs of yours together whenever I'm around. It's quite cute; pathetic, but cute..." Your cheeks flushed at his words and you tried to take a step back but Kishibe pushed his knee between your legs, pressing you against the wall behind "Don't get all shy on me now, sweetheart. I can tell you want this. I mean, that's why you asked me to come out here, right?

Yea, he was right– you wanted this a bit too much. You could feel yourself getting wetter by the second and you instinctively shifted your hips, trying to gain some friction from his clothed thigh. Your actions only made your mentor's grin widen "Didn't I tell ya? So eager... I bet you're soaking your panties already." As he said that, Kishibe's fingers ghosted over your clothed cunt and you praised yourself for choosing to wear a skirt. The man let out a content sigh, his digits rubbing against your clit, making you whimper softly. Your cigarette hung between your fingers in desperate need of ashing. Kishibe rested his head on your shoulder, his stubble tickling the sensitive skin of your neck. You could tell that the alcohol was starting to get to him, his breath growing heavier as he pushed your panties to the side and dipped a finger inside you. "Shit... so fucking wet f'me, pretty." Before you knew it, Kishibe knelt before you, kissing your knees. You moaned and trembled as he traced his tongue along the insides of your thighs, lifting up your skirt. "W-wait Kishi–" you whined, grabbing his hair and tilting his head up to meet your gaze. The man hummed, looking up at you with with glazed eyes. "What?" he asked casually, as if his face wasn't inches away from your slick cunt and you couldn't bring yourself to answer. Your body felt hot from need and shame, the coil in your tummy getting tighter and tighter.

"Relax, sweets" sighed the man, hoisting your right leg over his shoulder, his fingers digging into the plush of your thigh "Just relax and enjoy. I know you've been dreaming of fucking my face for a while now so here's your chance" You blushed and whined, the grip on his hair tightening as his fingers found their way back inside you– snuggly pressed against your sweet spot as he gave your needy clit a few laps with his tongue.

If anyone were to tell you that this average Friday night would end with your mentor eating you out behind a dumpster next to his favourite bar you'd deem them crazy– but here you were now, with Kishibe's face between your legs. His chin was soaked in your slick, eyes heavy-lidded as he eagerly lapped at your juices. You tasted absolutely divine and god the way your legs threatened to give in... Kishibe was basically supporting your weight, his free hand gently squeezing your hip. "Doing so good f'me baby. So, so good. Ya hear the sounds you make?" he mumbled against your cunt, sending shivers down your spine. His praise made your knees weak and you let out a whine, feeling yourself getting closer to your high. "Oh g-god Kishibe please don't stop please don't stop now 'm so close–" you squeaked, your hips jolting as you basically humped his face, chasing your release. Kishibe kept curling his fingers inside you, hitting your sweet spot as he sucked on your clit, occasionally flicking his tongue over your sensitive bud. The squelching sounds your pussy made were utterly embarrassing– you were basically dripping on his hand and you were pretty sure you've never been this wet before. Not with any other man. Your vision went white as you came, drenching the man's face in your slick. "There you go sweetheart. Good girl... just keep it up I got ya."

Tears brimmed in your eyes as you rode out your high, moaning softly when Kishibe placed a little kiss on your thigh before pushing your leg off his shoulder and getting up to his feet. He brushed the grime from his pants and gave you a thoughtful look as you tried to regain your balance. Your legs felt weak, numbed by the pleasure he granted you.

"You alright, kid?" he asked in a hoarse voice, wiping his chin with the sleeve of his coat. "Yea... a bit whoozy but this felt good. Thanks" you answered in a small voice, fumbling with the hem of your skirt and he couldn't help but chuckle. "We both had our fun, sweets. Now get back inside. I don't want you catching a cold, ok?" You nodded, mumbling a soon, sir as you reached for your pack with shaky hands and took out a cigarette. He could tell you needed a moment to compose yourself before getting back to the others and chose not to tease you too much about how riled up you were. There would be other chances for that. Ruffling your hair, Kishibe stepped away from you. "See you tomorrow, kid. Hopefully you'll be in better shape than now."

[bucknastysbabe]

Here’s a little blurb from an unfinished western I was writing featuring Bucky❤️❤️❤️

Down By the River - B. Barnes

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Western!Au, Outlaw!bucky, the reader has a bounty on her, but they fall in love DUH, dirty sweet talk, dry humping, somno for like 2 secs, vaginal play, sweet sweet orgasms for all, INNOCENCE KINK

A/N: Figured I’d just post since it’s been a minute and it’s sitting in my notes

You awoke early, still dark outside. Listening out you could only hear the usual wind and flowing water. Steve was snoring lightly a tent away. You shifted and gasped in shock. Bucky enveloped you further, tucking his stubbled chin on the crook of your neck. His very, oh lord, hard member was plump and hot against your behind.

You shifted again, earning a soft moan. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt arousal but desperately wanted to make the big bad wolf come undone by the lamb. In a slow slide you rolled your ass against his thinly clothed cock. You were in a thin dress yourself.

He groaned again, clutching at your belly tightly. Bucky’s breathing sped up slightly but he was still out to the world. Your cheeks felt hot at the sinfulness but couldn’t find to care as you rutted harder. He let out a softer noise this time, mumbling, “Darlin’ too soon, oh god, don’ stop.”

The pair of you were rutting like dogs in the dirt now. Your breathing had reached a staccato from arousal and excitement. Bucky was whimpering— the quietest little ones but sweet as pie. He whined, “G-gonna, fuck, lamb!” He whined lowly through his nose, seed wetting both of your garments. You could feel him grinning against you now, goosebumps trailing up your spine.

“That’s a nice wake up call,” he rumbled with little kisses to your shoulder and neck. You stammered, “Ooh- I- I don’t know.” He grinned against your sensitive skin, stubble rubbing it raw. Bucky crooned into your ear, “Lemme pay you back sweetpea.”

You turned to face dark blues and a smirk.

“Jus’ keep quiet, Stevie’ll throw a fit, the old maid.” You whimpered softly as a calloused hand made its way up your thighs. You had no underwear on, the undergarments set out to be washed later. He chuckled, “Good girl.” You bit your lip when thick fingers swiped through your weeping slit.

He moaned, “Oh sweet girl, you’re all wet for me. Bet it aches, don’t it?” You nodded profusely, whining his name with need. Those thick fingers slipped deeper into your cunt, delving into your tight hole. You bit down on your knuckles at the stretch, hiding back a yelp. Bucky cooed and pressed sweet kisses to your cheek.

He murmured, “Oh you’re a tight one. We’ll get there sweetheart, lemme show ya’ something fun. Praying away those needs huh.”

You gasped and squirmed as his slickened digits settled in a vee on the apex of your pussy, sliding the swollen nub between his fingers. A jolt of white-hot sensation zipped up your spine, the cry almost not caught by Buck. “Ssssh, I know it feels good baby girl, shhh.”

He slowly worked you up into a frenzy just lazily sliding back and forth until tears pricked at your eyes. You whimpered, “James, please? I- I’m so achy.” His blues rolled back and the brunette cooed, “Oh poor baby never had her pretty kitty played with. I gotcha, don’t worry about a thing. Sweet little lamb.”

He directed his two fingers on top of your swollen bud and circled quickly. Your mouth fell open, strangled gasps and whimpers exiting. Involuntarily you hooked a thigh behind Bucky’s, spreading yourself open. The sensation was amazing, like your body was lit up all from the singing nerves between your thighs.

“Atta’ girl, you’re shaking for me. Is my pretty doll baby gonna cum for me Hm? Make me wet yeah, c’mon, I can feel you so close.” You gripped his metal hand and held tightly, convulsing around nothing, Bucky’s talking working you through this precipice. You bit into the meat of his neck when you felt like your entire body melted away.

You shook and whined, gushing on his wrist and hand. All you could do was whine his name and stutter ‘oh my, o-oh my.’ Bucky flipped you around to face him, grinning like a predator. His metal hand caressed a cheek as he kissed you gently, pulling back. He murmured, “Gorgeous angel. I oughta lap you up by the river, cumming so pretty like that.” You shyly thanked him, asking about what he meant by ‘lapping’.

[marry-me-o-gin]

I wrote a little ShidouxFemReader. It's pure smut so be warned 🥰🥰

~.~

Shidou Ryusei loves to have his ego stroked. And his cock too. Stroked, caressed, kissed, licked, sucked, and occasionally bitten, if it’s not too hard. There are limits to every man, of course.

But any and all attention to his impressive erection is always welcome, never turned away.

And so that’s what you find yourself doing this evening as Shidou sits completely naked on the edge of your bed, tanned, russet skin reflecting the blaze of the setting sun.

He sits on your bed, on your tangled covers, while you sit between his strong, muscular thighs, one of your lovely hands cupping his balls, fondling gently, making your favourite handsome psycho sigh and groan and sigh again as your other hand runs lightly up and down the length of his cock while you give it the tenderest of kisses.

You sit there, completely naked yourself because he loves to see those tits bounce once you really get going, and enjoy the sight, the taste, the feel of him as his hand, firm fingers run through your hair.

Ah, the dopamine.

As an addict, he would get it anywhere he could, from anyone he could. It didn’t matter. He’d cruise from alleyway to alleyway, skulk in darkened rooms, find himself in the back of cars with his pants down, his hard, erect glory on display, and watch with those glowing, feline eyes as his mate of choice for that evening could not help but worship him.

He’d never see the same person twice. It was a love them and leave them situation. Or maybe he never loved them at all. Only loved the desperate, longing attention.

So it was confusing to him why he’d sought you out again and again. He didn’t question it or ponder it for too long. You gave good head. What more was there to it? He went where his feet carried him and it led right to your room in the middle of the night, over and over.

Soon, he’d found everyone else falling away, unable to hold his interest. It just didn’t feel the same. And this was like a drug. His new addiction. You. Your mouth around his cock. The warm wet feel of being inside you.

Shidou, you look up at him as you run the tip of your tongue up his cock and his smirk falters, breaking into a soft groan, has only two needs in life. Things he cannot live without: soccer and your amorous attention.

Fuck, but you look pretty on your bare little knees there. Fuck. He throws his head back in pure enjoyment, fangs glinting in the quickly disappearing sun. And he bets if he were to run his fingers along your slit, you’d be well on your way to being soaking wet.

He’s not wrong. You can feel it starting. You could feel it start the moment he jumped through the window and grabbed your face in a strong calloused hand, grinning right through the greeting kiss, pressing your pretty little mouth to his.

You were fully dressed but it didn’t take him long to strip you down, savage and loving, taking absolutely no care with your clothes as he exposed more and more of your skin, of your body, of the parts of you no one else had seen before him, his mouth hungrily following his hands, mouth on your breasts, mouthful of tits, sucking, tongue flicking against your nipples, one then the other, showing no mercy.

And once you were completely undressed he’d almost tore at his own clothes, freeing himself from the constraint of fabric and buckles and whatever else.

He had been in that godforsaken compound for God knows how long, only his own hand to entertain himself, his one and only lonely mistress.

He’d flirted with Sae but the cold, standoffish young man was having none of it, kept him at arm’s length and in the end it didn’t matter. He’d got to play some good fuckin’ football for once. The fucking dopamine…It was like nothing he’d ever felt before.

But still…it was also nothing like the hit he’d get off your body.

Undressed and stripped down himself, he’d grabbed your ass, hands squeezing, fingers digging into your soft curves as he pressed your body against his, wanting you to feel his rock hard cock against you, your soft breasts against him and the kiss again, so raging, biting your lip, tongue slipping hard into your mouth.

Shidou Ryusei had always been a storm, a hurricane you couldn’t stop, not even if you tried, and today he was even more so.

After he’d kissed and sucked and tasted and bitten what seemed like every inch of your body, once he’d got a good taste again, had a good look, he settled down, sitting himself on your bed as if he owned the place and you knew exactly what to do, finding yourself here now.

You know that despite being so impatient, so fierce, a force of nature, Shidou loves to be teased, provoked, edged. He loves to be tested, pushed to his limits. And so you give him what he wants, making him walk that fine line.

You swirl your tongue lightly around the head of his cock, holding it tightly around the base, hand closing a little more around his balls and he laughs, a tortured, gleeful sort of laugh.

He could pull your head back, own you, but that’s not what he wants. He wants you to take control right now, gives himself over to you, trusting your intimate knowledge of him.

You pull your mouth back a little, watching the light throb in his cock, almost imperceptible.

The trick is to give a little and then take it away. Make him want it even more.

You let go of his cock completely and trace your fingers along the muscles of his thighs which seem to have become even harder, more developed since he’d been away.

He had always had the body of a Greek god, but now, as your fingers explore the grooves and valleys of his handsome musculature, he’s just…beautiful. There’s no other word for it.

He looks down and you look up at him, right into his devilish eyes, as if goading you, challenging you to continue, to do your worst, or your best. The two seem to be the same in this situation.

You accept the challenge, leaning forward again and suck on the head of his cock, just softly, tenderly, the tip of your tongue flickering against him.

For fuck’s sake…He hates it, read loves it, when you do that. That sensation, not strong enough to want to cum right now, but not subtle enough to not care. Your mouth, teasing, inviting him into a much deeper pleasure.

You feel your nipples get harder, your clit begin to ache just a little. He is not the only one left wanting here.

How many times had you touched yourself, dreaming of him while he was gone? Playing with your clit, swollen with pleasure but never as much as it is with him, tweaking your nipples as you brought yourself to orgasm murmuring his name, not knowing where he was or when you'd get to see him again.

And now here he was, right in front of you in the flesh and you were trying your hardest to be patient, though that was proving to be as hard as his erection.

You suck a little harder, still just the tip of his reddening cock, unable to stop yourself from going a little faster.

"You missed it, eh?" He drawls, runs his fingers through your quickly dishevelling hair.

You just look up at him with your big eyes, playing coy.

He lets out a groaning laugh and leans back on his hands, leaving you to it as you take him a little deeper into your warm, wanting mouth.

Your hands hold on to his hips, steadying yourself as you suck his cock, head diving slowly down between his spread legs.

Your intention, your movement is torturous and slow. You take your duty very seriously indeed as you feel your tongue graze against the length of him, feel the quiver of his cock against it, hear a low groan building in his chest, rising, escaping wantonly past his throat. He makes no effort to suppress it. That's not his style. Makes sure you hear everything, know everything you are doing to him.

You've got as much of him as you can in your mouth, not all, there is too much, but as much as you can, and that already is enough to drive him crazy.

Your head bobs up and down slow and sensual, hair falling over your face as your cheeks grow flushed, your pussy positively dripping now onto your carpet. It doesn't matter. All you want to do is to please this wild creature, feel, taste him as he cums.

Your hands run tauntingly over his smooth chest as his breathing comes faster, harder as you continue to pleasure him with your mouth, silky soft tongue, barely there touch of it against him, making him want ever more. You feel the muscle in his thighs clench at your teasing. Fingers closing around a handful of your covers.

You slip him out of your mouth, a delicate string of glistening saliva momentarily connects your lips to his cock before it breaks.

You let him cool down a moment and instead of taking him back in, run your tongue up his cock again, kissing the head softly when you get there before taking him back in again, as far as you can, pressing your tongue hard against the back of his cock now.

He growls in response, fingers positively clenched around your covers.

Fuck, how he missed this…just him, his cock, you naked on your knees for him…He'd had a wet dream of this more than once in his shitty futon back in Blue Lock. It was a pain in the ass to get it clean again. And so often.

And now here you are, in the flesh. And the way you blow him now…hard and slow and deliberate…It's almost feverish.

The dopamine…he can feel it rise, fizz in his brain. But it's not enough. Not yet. He can still think clearly, rationally, cock throbbing in your hot mouth.

Fuuuck… Enough! He's not gonna blow his load just yet. The first one after so long has to be inside you. Deep, deep inside you.

You feel his hand in your hair again as he pulls you off his cock, tilts your head back tenderly, your hair wrapped tight around his fingers.

"I missed you too," he grins down at you with rogue affection. So much affection.

Seeing you naked, hot, bead of sweat running between your breasts, just there for him, for his pleasure and so, so willing…This sight…

The fucking dopamine.

He pulls you up and on top of him, falling back on your bed along with you before quickly pushing you over on your back, climbing on top of you, pinning your wrists down among your twisted sheets, his lithe body heavy on yours.

"Caught you…" his heady whisper grazes your ear soft and warm.

"Oh no…" you play along as you feel his knee push your legs carefully apart before he settles between them and you feel his cock slide against your slit, warm and slippery. "Oh…" your teasing trails off into a helpless moan.

"Whimper for me, little mouse," he orders tenderly as you feel him rub himself against you, the length of his cock pressing, sliding against your desperate little pussy.

You oblige. Not because he told you to but because you can't help it. The friction of his cock against you, rubbing against your clit is stoking a fire, an aching beautiful fire deep down between your legs and you can't help but moan, beautifully, helplessly, for him. A cat playing with his prey, his little mouse.

And the dopamine continues to rise, to spread through his brain, seeping into every crevice, turning his mind into a red erotic haze.

"Shidou…!" You gasp his name, thighs squeezing around him, unable to take much more of this dry humping. Though there is nothing dry about it with how turned on your lover has made you.

He sits up at the sound of his name, sits between your spread legs. You reach out for him and he takes your hand, slipping your fingers into his mouth, running his tongue along them slowly, as if enjoying his meal and when he's done, he slips his own fingers into your mouth, slowly in and out as you suck another part of him.

This slow sensual rhythm, the taste of his hand, his fingers that have been all over you, he pushes them carefully into your mouth, pulls them out, over and over, seeing how much you enjoy it.

And then, takes that same hand, wraps it around his cock and presses it against you. You watch him slide the tip of it down your slit and then back up, the head, with its bead of precum, pushing against your clit sending a jolt of pleasure through you.

You moan, sharp and loud and it's music to his ears. So he does it again, rubbing the head of his cock against your hard, sensitive little clit until you're almost writhing under him.

And just when you think you're about to cum he pulls it back, wags his finger.

No, no, love. Not yet.

You feel him lean over you, hand under your chin, thumb running against your lip.

"Say it," his voice is low, rasping. The savage pleasure coursing through his body, breaking any chains of control. Not that there were many to begin with.

"Say it," he commands.

You pause. Defying him for a moment. Because that's how he likes it. He likes you to be a little fiesty.

But soon you cave, your pussy, your body craving him far too much.

"Fuck me," you pant.

"Say please," he says, squeezing your nipple, giving a little gentle twis,t making you cry out in pleasure-filled surprise.

"Please…" you whimper.

"No, no, no…say the whole thing," he torments you.

"Fuck me, please, Shidou!" You stare right up at him, unable to hide your helpless need anymore. "Please," you whimper again so prettily, your eyes begging.

He lets out a groan…deep and slow. That's the stuff. The dopamine is ready to overflow.

He takes his cock in his hand, his other pushing your thigh down, spreading your legs, and guides himself inside you.

You feel him filling every inch of you, pushing against your walls, hot and hard.

It's been far too long.

And the dopamine hits you too as you finally feel him fully inside you.

You see his eyes closing, almost rolling into the back of his head, as if he's going to pass out in ecstasy, but then, all of a sudden, a fire comes back into them and they glow and pierce you with an animal gaze as he thrusts hard inside you, fucking you over and over. Hard, fast, like a beast.

He holds onto your hips as his own rock against you, quick and sensuous, each thrust of his cock bringing you closer to your own edge.

It's a total fucking overdose. An overdose of each other.

You feel him inside you, hitting all the right spots and you can barely keep your eyes open as you push your hands back above you against your headboard, bracing yourself as he fucks you. Fucks you with all he has.

Don't you know, love? Don't you feel it? With each thrust inside you, he gives you a little more of himself. It's the only thing he's got to give. He ain't got much to show for himself except this raw physical talent, this prowess. His body is all he's got, and he can't imagine giving it to anyone but you now.

Sae Itoshi had his chance, little fucker. But he was nothing but a tease.

But you, love, you're there, open and willing, taking him into your arms every time he shows up unannounced. Giving so much of yourself, and so that's all he can give, it's his most prized possession: himself. And it's all yours.

And so he fucks you into overdose. The dopamine explodes.

Your body trembles and quivers. Your pussy aches as your back arches off your bed.

"Shidou!!" You gasp loudly, feeling something warm, almost electric between your legs, a hot, impatient current spreading through your body. "AH! Shidou!! I'm-!!"

But you don't finish that sentence as a loud, wild moan colours your voice as you cum, your clit, your pussy pulsing with pleasure and your head swims.

He can feel your pussy tight around him, the sweet contraction and he can't hold it back much longer either.

The dopamine bursts, overflows deep into him, his cock driving him mad. He thrusts into you hard one last time to get as much into you as he can, let out all that crazy love as deep as possible, every muscle vibrating, lost in the hot intensity of it all. Lost in the feeling of him cumming inside you, filling you with everything he has.

For some moments, nothing exists…Just your room and the your own hard heartbeats.

You can barely breathe, just like him, as he slowly nuzzles his face between your breasts, still inside you.

"Whimper for me, little mouse," he says, still much too breathless, voice muffled against your skin but you can hear the echo of a grin in his words as he kisses one of your nipples then the other

Anytime, you run your hands through his damp hair gently.

Anytime, Shidou.

Be prepared, little mouse. This is only the first night and he's got a whole two weeks away from that banging soccer party. And he hasn't seen you in much too long. Much too long, love. There's still so much more dopamine to hit.

There's still so much more love to give you, he thinks as he feels his cock covered in your luscious wetness.

And he's never been a quitter.

Be prepared, love.

[pretentiousgayguyidk]

Bets and Mario Kart

Sadly I lost the ask but it was basically a tsundere reader x any character. And I've decided to honor our lovely @reallyromealone for when he hit 2.1k followers. (Sorry this took so long I've been out a if for a few days lol)

"Fuck you!" Nahoya shouted, pushing his friend harshly. (Name) fell too the floor with a loud thud, gritting his teeth.

"No fuck you! I won fair and square!" He exclaimed, pointing angrily with his controller in hand.

"You obviously cheated! No one wins at Rainbow Road!" Nahoya countered. Ah yes, Mario Kart; the end of every friendship on planet Earth. (Name) huffed, crossing his arms as he silently glared at his friend.

"You just suck at the game, Smiley." He grumbled, pouting to himself as Souya worriedly tried to calm the two down. Last time the played it ended in a small fist-fight.

"Smiley, (Name) please stop!" He pleaded, clenching his jaw as he pulled on Smiley's sleeve. The pink haired Kawata giggled a little, ripping his arm from his little brother's grasp and tackling (Name).

"You wanna say that again little shit? I'll kill you y'know." He threatened, (Name) smirked; his face red from their current position... But he wasn't about to give up just yet.

"You suck at Mario Kart." He stated. Nahoya didn't hesitate to draw his fist back. The other acted quickly, flipping the situation around and pinning Nahoya's arms above his head.

"God damn it- (Name)! Let me go!" He shouted, squirming under the other's iron grip.

"You'll just punch me!" He argued, Nahoya whined. He smiled teasingly, leaning down till they were nose to nose. "You're not getting up, Smiley~" he cooed.

"I know how I could win this fight." Nahoya said with a cheeky smirk. (Name) hummed. "I could either headbutt you or kiss you. Take your pick." He teased. (Name) flushed red, angry at the other for chosing those options of any other. Hell he'd probably rather take a kick to the nuts then have Nahoya kiss him. Just friends... Remember we're just friends.

"Shut up, I'd rather you kick me in the nuts than kiss me!" He grumbled, face inflamed with embarrassment. God, why was Nahoya such a cheeky bastard; he'd do anything to win a fight. Nahoya gave (Name) a little pout.

"I swear I'm a good kisser, you jerk! I'll kill you!" Nahoya grumbled, a strained smile on his face. (Name) flushed red as Angry silently cheered for the kiss, knowing all to well the two's crushes on each other weren't going away any time soon.

"Nope! I'd bet 15000 yen you suck, you've been single your entire life!" He said, sitting up and crossing his arms... Not realizing he had accidentally giving Smiley free reign. (Name) felt his heart stop when he realized, but he was a little too late in realizing before Nahoya had sat up and hastily kissed the other. (Name) froze, eyes wide as Nahoya kissed him very passionately. The feeling was dizzying as (Name) slowly reciprocated. This is why you don't play bets against a Kawata.

Nahoya pulled away, giggling at the other's dazed and flushed expression. (Name) snapped out of his daze relatively quickly and immediately glared at the other. "You totally suck at kissing." He muttered, sounding not as sure as he had originally planned.

Nahoya pulled (Name) a little closer, gently touching his nose to the others as he gazed up at him with half lidded eyes. "You sure about that (Name)-Chan?" He teased. (Name) swallowed hard and muttered a quiet yes. Nahoya didn't waste any time pulling the other into a feverish kiss, holding the other closely; gently trailing his calloused fingers up the (h/c) haired man's shirt.

(Name) hummed, no longer putting up a fights as he clutched onto his friend... Could they even be considered friends after this? He gasped for air when Nahoya pulled off of him, teasingly kissing his cheek. "You still sure that I'm a bad kisser?"

(Name) panted, glancing away as he tried to muster some kind of snarky response. It was useless, his brain too muddled with the images of what just happened. Opting for a silent response over speaking he quietly shook his head. Nahoya smirked a little. "You owe me 15000 yen," he whispered, (Name) felt his heart break a little. Yeah... It was just a bet, Nahoya noticed the others glum expression and quickly continued. "Hm... Actually a date worth 15000 yen!"

(Name) pouted more, happy to be able to openly take Nahoya on a date... But the idea of spending 15000 yen hurt his wallet. "Fuck you're expensive..." He whispered, earning a chuckled from the pink haired Kawata as he nuzzled into (Name)'s neck.

[magentakinky]

[See tags for CW]

You have to know. You must know what you're doing to me.

Do you have any idea how hard it is?

When I braid that pretty blonde hair not to let my fingers linger too long

When we draw on each other and you have to get so close to me to see what youre working on not to keep you there

When you drunkenly end up at my feet clinging to my leg and letting that pretty little head fall onto my knee while you whine to me about taking care of myself- god i could get used to that sight.

When you ask me to help put sunscreen on your back not to sink my claws into that tattoo, to resist the temptation when my fingers rub across your skin to work my thumbs into that toned muscle. Youre so tense. I bet i could make you moan just from an innocent little massage.

But there would never be innocence.

And you know that, don't you?

Not when I see your crop top ride up and my eyes lock onto a vein tracing its way from your slutty fucking waist down along the v of your hips, dipping below your waistband.

And you're oh so innocent.

I can't help but tease you a bit for being a virgin in your twenties.

But if you knew. If you knew it was because I couldn't get it off my mind.

Such a pretty little thing and so clueless.

Keeping me up at night with exactly how I'd like to corrupt you and fucking ruin you.

I'm sure you'd be shy, but I'd drag the noises out of you. I'm not sure I could be gentle.

Not with the way you keep teasing me.

You have to know.

When you started leaning into dressing like a femboy. Why was I the first person you thought to show those pictures to?

Not just any fit check either. Photos taken carefully. Angled just so to highlight the curve of your ass, the dip of your spine, the way your pretty little waist looks in that short skirt.

You're such a fucking tease.

You have to know what seeing you like that does to me.

Just how innocent can you be in all of this?

You heard I thought you were hot months ago from a friend but showed no interest. That was fine.

But when you get drunk.

You ask me if I'd fuck you and I answer too quickly.

You tell me I have nice tits. I say thanks as if I'm not thinking about those calloused hands playing bass.

You ask to draw on me. Im wearing a t-shirt and sleep shorts. I let you and try not to shiver when those hands cover me in ink from my ankles all the way to my inner thighs.

Your head ends up by my lap and i stroke your hair- soothingly, I justify. But I just want to run my fingers through your hair and give you head scratches. I want to make you such a good boy for me.

Some boys only have long hair to give you something to pull on.

I want to make you whimper for me.

Drunk and in the dark, I'm drawing on you again with a ballpoint pen. I reach for your hand but think better of it since you have work and I push your sleeve up starting to sketch a face on your forearm. You say something I don't quite hear. Your arm is in my lap, and I feel the ridges of the skin under my pen. I must have grabbed your left arm. I'm almost finished when I apologize if I'm being too rough with you. I don't miss the hiss in your voice when you breathe out a "yeah, you went right on my scars."

I apologize for hurting you, but wish I could have done it in a quiet room. I want to hear every little hiss and noise you made while I put my mark on you.

I bet you'd be so sensitive. You have no idea the pleasure I could give you.

I pretend not to pay attention when you talk to our other friends about how you want to be good at sex. When you ask how to make a girl feel good and how to eat pussy.

I pretend not to hear when they tell you about how to last longer and you indignantly tell them that yeah youve tried edging before.

I try not to show on my face the goddamn pornographic mental images that gave me.

You laid out in your bedroom with the door locked, needily jacking your hard cock and just when your stomach is tensing and that look of pleasure is mounting on your face. Youd slow down, groaning in spite of your own hand as you stroke it slowly, torturing yourself.

I want to know what your reactions would be like. Your untouched body suddenly overtaken by hands running along your sensitive sides, by soft hands palming your hardness.

I want to hear the noise you make the first time a mouth touches your dick. I want to watch your reaction when you feel just how much hotter it is than your own calloused hands. I want to be the one to blow your mind when I take you to the base and hollow my cheeks around you. When i tease the head of your cock with my tongue. I want to ruin you for your own hand ever again.

I want to see the look on that pretty little face when I make you cum for me. Itd be even cuter if you came quick. The sudden overwhelming stimulus being too much for you to handle.

I wouldn't stop when you came of course. I need to wring out every little jolt and moan out of you as I can. And what better way than to overstimulate you into oblivion. I want to leave you a begging, twitching wreck under me.

God, if I could make those pretty blue eyes cry for me.

You tease me too much for your own good, blondie.

You don't know what you're getting yourself into.

Or do you?

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Overstimulation with Jason please!

Jason looked down at you- your moans had become whimpers and your entire body trembled from the strain.

Every muscle in your body was tired. You were covered in a fine sheen of sweat. And when you looked up at him, face covered in drool, tears and snot, he smiled tenderly.

"Look at you," he purred. "My pretty baby."

"Jay I can't," you whine, jerking your hips away from the magic wand.- or trying to. You'd been strapped in this chair, coming over and over again needing more- and less for what felt like hours.

"Shhhh," he scolded, wiping your face tenderly with a warm rag. "No whining princess. This is what happens when you tell me you're bored- Your Jaybird is gonna find something for you to do. Something that makes me happy."

He reaches between your thighs and turns off the toy, leaving you panting, relieved. Until he thrusts three thick, calloused fingers inside you, rubbing his thumb against the poor tortured nub he'd been focusing all his frustration on. "You're not done," he growled, "You still gotta take my cock. I'm not stopping until my princess is just a fucked out mess. Wanna watch my cum run down your thigh while you drool on the bed."

"Oh fuck-" you cry, another orgasm ripping through your body as his other hand unfastens the velcro straps there were holding you to your 'time out' chair. Your breathing is sharp, fading fast from words to pitiful keening little cries. Tiny kitten mewls that made his cock ache.

"Good girl. Christ."

He scissored his fingers, grinning when you whimper and sink your nails into his shoulder. "Mind those claws, kitten," he tutted, removing his hand and hefting you up to throw you, almost carelessly on the bed.

"Jay I want-"

"I know," he chuckled, pulling his cock out of his sweats and pressing the head against your entrance, "Your hungry little cunt won't be happy until I fuck you. Feel that? Feel what you do to me princess?"

A massive hand comes up to wrap around your throat tenderly. Pressing just enough to make you feel small and vulnerable as he thrust into you, relishing your soft cry and the feel of you clinging to him. "Good girl," he praised. "One more beautiful. Give me one more."

"I can't- oh God. Fuck Jay I-" Teeth sink into your shoulder. Hard enough to bruise and you scream. One last orgasm ripping through your body as he follows after you, holding you to him as you milk him for all you can.

"Shhhh," he soothes, holding you to him and rubbing your back as he flips positions so you can lay on his chest. Strong arms holding you in place. "So good for me, Princess," he praises. "You did so good."

"You're not mad?" you whimper, sniffling.

"No," he laughed, hands sliding down to rub your bottom and thighs. "You okay? How's your tummy? Anything numb? Give me a minute and we'll get you cleaned up and in some jammies-"

"I'm sleepy, Jaybird."

"I bet you are," he chuckled, "I lost count of how many times you came for me... naughty girl."

[hornime]

watch and learn | iwaizumi hajime x f!reader x team japan

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

warnings: 18+, timeskip!everyone, BIG MANGA SPOILERS BASICALLY, exhibitionism, voyeurism, orgasm denial

w/c: 3.1k

a/n: now i don’t know if iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer learned about female orgasms when he was studying sports science at irvine BUT he def knows how to show a girl a good time which is reason enough for me to write this. also, i read this article to prep for this piece and it was super enlightening, so i do recommend giving it a read if you’re interested!

in the middle of his morning run, iwaizumi slowed momentarily to check the repetitive buzzing of this phone, curious as to who was messaging him this early. when he’d left the apartment, you were sleeping, and you had the tendency to still be sleeping by the time he returned, so who else could it be?

he unlocked his phone, quickly finding the source of the notifications: the team japan group chat.

[06:43 AM] miya: hey @iwaizumi—you know stuff abt the human body right?

[06:43 AM] miya: cus like you studied it in college and shit??

iwaizumi rolled his eyes. i spent four years in america to earn my degree, came back home to support my country’s olympic team, and dealt with the biggest idiots of volleyball, only to get treated like this?

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: yes, miya. i took many courses on the human body. in fact that’s the purpose of my job. to know the human body. because i am a fucking athletic trainer.

[06:44 AM] miya: okay okay i get it. dumb question

[06:44 AM] iwaizumi: why? is something up? you need help or anything?

[06:44 AM] miya: uhhh kinda

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata i’m not fucking asking this

[06:44 AM] bokuto: bro just do it

[06:44 AM] miya: @hinata @hinata @hinata 

iwaizumi cocked an eyebrow. what the hell are they going on about?

[06:45 AM] iwaizumi: so am i needed or...

[06:45 AM] hinata: YES

[06:45 AM] hinata: we had a question

[06:46 AM] sakusa: by “we” he means him, miya, and bokuto

[06:46 AM] suna: yeah don’t bring us into this

[06:46 AM] hinata: don’t listen to them! both suna and sakusa wanna know too

[06:46 AM] iwaizumi: okay. what’s up

[06:47 AM] hinata: we wanted to know how to make a girl cum

he chuckled in disbelief.

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: you’re telling me that you guys are in your mid-20s, literal olympic athletes, and you don’t know how to make a girl cum

[06:47 AM] iwaizumi: have you never done it before??

[06:47 AM] miya: NO

[06:47 AM] miya: FOR THE RECORD IVE MADE MANY GIRLS CUM

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ME TOO

[06:48 AM] bokuto: i think

he laughed out loud, briefly startling another runner on the sidewalk.

[06:48 AM] iwaizumi: you guys are unbelievable

[06:48 AM] hinata: i mean she says she finished but idk what i did to make that happen

[06:48 AM] bokuto: ^^

[06:48 AM] hinata: so like i wanna know how to actually do it

[06:48 AM] suna: actually im kinda interested in this too

[06:48 AM] aran: i pray for your future girlfriends. this is painful to see. im out

[06:48 AM] kageyama: i’m with aran on this one. you guys are dumb

[06:48 AM] hinata: shut up. you suck.

[06:48 AM] miya: cmon iwaizumi, help a guy out

[06:48 AM] sakusa: it wouldnt hurt for you to give us some pointers at least

iwaizumi sighed.

[06:49 AM] iwaizumi: @miya @hinata @bokuto @suna @sakusa meet in the locker room after practice. ill give you guys a lesson in the art of pleasing a woman

to teach effectively, he needed a volunteer, though he was sure you wouldn’t need much convincing. you’d always loved the attention, and the biceps, of the pro athletes. he spun on his heel and jogged home.

you woke up to the sound of your apartment door opening, your boyfriend creeping inside, forehead damp with sweat.

“hey,” you said quietly, making your way towards him.

“hey, baby. sorry for waking you up, i was trying to be quiet.”

you giggled sleepily. “s’okay, haji. you spoil me too much anyway, always letting me sleep in for hours while you’re off doing god knows what.”

at that, his eyes crinkled in amusement, and as you tried to step into a hug, he shuffled back. “woah there, baby. i gotta shower, ‘m all gross from my run. and then,” he gave you a peculiar look that you couldn’t quite place, “i got a proposition for you.”

after his shower, he waltzed out of the bathroom, steam wafting out from behind the door. his tanned body made you feel things you definitely shouldn’t be barely an hour after the sun’s risen, and you reached out to massage the tension in his shoulders. “so, what’s your proposition?”

“well,” he hesitated. “it’s a bit... unconventional. the team asked me to show them how to make a girl cum,” he took in your intrigued expression. “and it’d be a lot easier to explain if i had someone to do a live demonstration with. so,” his eyes flicked up to you. “that’s where you’d come in.”

“a... live demonstration? like you’re gonna make me cum in front of them?”

“yeah, essentially.” he gave you a devilish grin. “you want that, baby? wanna show those boys how a real man treats a gorgeous woman like you?”

you rubbed your thighs at his words. “yeah,” you purred. “i do. wanna show them how good you are to me.”

and that’s how you found yourself nestled between iwaizumi’s muscled thighs, back pressed against his chest, completely naked, with five of japan’s best volleyball players staring at your body in awe.

practically an expert in his field, iwaizumi knew the human body inside and out. this had many benefits; of course it allowed him to catapult up the ranks and work with the country’s best athletes to keep them at the top of their game, but it also had a unique side effect: an overwhelming vault of knowledge on how to make a woman feel good anywhere. 

you’d seen the proof firsthand; he knew exactly where to push, prod, stroke, and tease to have you cumming in seconds, over and over, as many times as you wanted. he was amazing, and you were well-aware just how lucky you were to have such a talented man in the sheets.

“oi,” iwaizumi snapped his fingers, drawing each of the players’ eyes away from your glistening cunt. “pay attention. i know more than anybody that she’s hot as fuck, but you gotta listen to what i’m saying or else there’s no point to this.”

he lightly pressed his lips against your collarbone, slowly tracing them against your jaw, the contact making you squirm. “if you wanna make a girl cum, first thing you gotta do is make her comfortable. if she’s worried about how she looks or sounds or smells she’s gonna be too stressed to let go.” he moved his hands to grope your tits, his calloused fingers brushing over your hardening nipples. “so reassure her, tell her how irresistible she is, how pretty her moans are, how tasty her pussy is. shit like that. the sexier she feels the better it’ll be.”

he leaned into you, whispering into your ear. “feeling good, baby? we can stop whenever.”

you nodded weakly, afraid to open your mouth, barely holding in your whines as his palms worked wonders on your chest and stomach, sending shocks of heat wherever they touched. 

you craned your neck up to observe the men before you. atsumu was flushed red, wringing his hands as if he was worried they’d do something embarrassing if he didn’t keep them occupied. hinata was bouncing his leg up and down, wiping his palms on his shorts as he took in the plushness of your thighs. bokuto was basically drooling, greedily tracing your soft curves with his eyes. suna maintained his indifferent expression, but the reddening tips of his ears showed that he was a lot more hot and bothered than he let on. sakusa stood quietly to the side, leaning against the wall, mask tucked under his chin as if he’d just realized how much the temperature had gone up in the room.

there were two things they all had in common: the growing bulges in their pants that they were urgently trying to distract themselves from, and the fact that their full attention was on you.

"make sure to try different things; there’s multiple ways to make a woman cum. only like a quarter of women experience orgasms just from penetration,” someone made a sound of shock. “yes, the number is that small, bokuto.” 

his fingertip slowly trailed past your belly button, dipping into the mess between your thighs, causing you to slightly arch your back into the solid chest supporting you. “foreplay with the clit is your best bet; even stupid fucks like you probably wouldn’t screw it up too bad.”

hinata opened his mouth to speak, but iwaizumi anticipated his question and continued.

“i know you’re wondering where the clit is. it’s around here, under this hood of skin,” he slid his digit between your labia. “s’not gonna come with a label so you gotta explore a little bit. i know where hers is like the back of my hand, but for you guys, with your girls, you’re gonna have to move your fingers around. slowly. and pay attention to her expressions.” he began to rub in a circular motion around your clit, causing you to make small whimpers of pleasure and shift your hips to meet his movements. 

“if she clenches up or twitches when you feel a certain spot, like this,” your legs flexed as he increased the pressure, “that’s the clit. be kind, it’s not a volleyball. be gentle n’ make small circles, whether it’s with your fingers or your tongue.” 

he thought for a second. “speaking of which, oral’s important. very important. most women cum when they’ve been eaten out, so use your mouths for something more useful than just dirty talk. suck on the clit, maybe tongue-fuck her a ‘lil, but your main focus should always be the clit.”

he removed his hands from your sopping pussy, and you made a pathetic noise of frustration. “’m sorry, baby,” he muttered seductively in your ear. “don’t wanna have you finishing too early. lesson’s barely started.”

he turned his attention back to your audience, his lustful tone being replaced by a more instructional one. “there’s other places that’ll help a woman orgasm, too: her nipples, her neck, her ears—”

“her ears?” sakusa questioned. he blushed profusely as everyone turned to look at him, surprised that he’d opened his mouth. “what? we were all thinking it.”

“s’a valid question,” iwaizumi said. “yeah, you can lick ‘em if they’re sensitive. hers are.” as if to prove his statement, he licked a stripe on the shell of you ear, making you wiggle helplessly at the stimulation. “‘n leave kisses everywhere else. feels good for them just like it does for us.” he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and forcing your movements to stop as he traced patterns with his tongue all around your neck.

“something you should know about an orgasm is that it’s something called a positive feedback loop.” he looked up and was met with five blank stares. shouldn’t have expected anything from these dumb jocks, he lamented. “basically that means that, once you start releasing sexual tension, things will feel better and better until you climax.”

“oh!” atsumu chirped. “like how my sets get better and better throughout a game.”

“no, not really,” he quipped. “your sets suck throughout.” atsumu frowned at that.

iwaizumi exhaled exasperatedly. “the general idea is that the body gets more and more sensitive, muscle contractions become more and more frequent, and touches feel more and more stimulating until you cum. all right?”

they all made noises of understanding except for bokuto and hinata, whose eyes had glazed over at the first mention of an academic term. whatever, iwaizumi thought. they’ll get it through example.

"don’t worry about it too much if you don’t get it, that’s just an orgasm on paper. in practice, though, this is the crucial step: listen to her. she knows what feels good. never forget that you’re just an idiot with a cock.” he took a breath, gathering his thoughts before proceeding with his lecture.

“if she tells you to slow down, you slow down. if she tells you to go harder, you go harder. if she tells you to keep doing what you’re doing, you...”

“keep doing what you’re doing”, they all chimed in at staggered times.

“that’s right. don’t go faster or else you’ll mess up the rhythm and she won’t cum. and you wanna make her cum, don’t you?”

they nodded simultaneously.

“so if you keep up the tempo and force that feels good to her, you’ll be fine. questions?”

suna spoke up. “what about,” he choked on the word. “penetration?”

hinata hummed in agreement and bokuto jumped in. “yeah, what if i wanna make her cum on my cock?”

iwaizumi made a weird face. “that’s some pretty advanced stuff, but i guess i can go over it. when you try it, though, you have to be patient. with both of your bodies. s’not rocket science but s’not always easy. also it depends on the woman but sometimes she physically won’t be able to finish from penetration alone. just make sure you’re communicating.”

his swirled two fingers over your hole before shoving them in, your wetness making it easy for him to thrust in and out as your entrance stretched to accommodate him. “f—fuck!” your eyes flew open at the intrusion and you body lurched forward, but you were held back by his strong forearm. “ohmygod, oh my g—ah! feels s’good haji, s’good!”

“i know, baby, i know. you’re taking it so well.” he turned his attention back to the men, each of who were gulping heavily. if that didn’t signal to you that they were evidently affected by your moans, the way they shifted in their workout shorts did.

“boys, focus.” he curled his fingertips, brushing at the spongy spot at the top of your walls, ripping a pleasured wail from your throat and causing tears to prick at your eyelashes. “when you’re fingering her, you’ll feel an area inside that’s a bit soft and squishy. that’s the g-spot.”

you trembled in his arms as he mercilessly struck the same place over and over again with his fingers. “when you’re fucking her, try to keep the pressure building there, but it’ll be harder to make her finish since you can’t see what you’re doing.”

your breath hitched as iwaizumi’s incessant movements brought your body tantalizingly close to your release. he suddenly stopped and you almost sobbed in disappointment, until he plunged his fingers impossibly deeper.

a guttural scream of ecstasy came from within you, and your eyes rolled back as he began playing with another part of you, your body putty in his hands. “hngh, haji, ah! so good, s’good...” you threw your hands back around his neck, nails digging into the skin as you desperately tried to keep yourself grounded. your soft moans filled the air.

“stop clenching,” he hissed. “can barely move my hand.” you tried to relax but failed miserably as the tips of his fingers grazed your cervix. 

“holy fuck,” suna muttered. “you’re a god.”

“she sounds so pretty,” atsumu said in amazement.

“i wanna make a girl feel good like that, too!” bokuto sulked.

“you can do it, bokuto!” hinata hit him on the arm. “just listen to iwaizumi. clearly he knows what he’s talking about.” 

their eyes refocused on your figure, writhing in pleasure, prompting white hot waves of arousal to pool in their stomachs. 

“yeah,” sakusa said. “clearly.”

“stop talking,” iwaizumi ordered. “and listen. beyond the g-spot is the cervix, which is basically the end of the vagina. if you’re long enough,” he briefly scanned each of their faces, “which i’m sure you are, you’ll be able to reach it if you bottom out.”

“haji—hajime, please.” the stimulation was coming absolutely unbearable, and you could tell he was sadistically holding you at the edge, refusing to give you the satisfaction of finishing. “lemme cum, please. please lemme cum, please, please, i can’t—i can’t take it ‘nymore!”

“what was that? you can’t take it anymore? gonna cum?” you helplessly bobbed your head up and down, hoping that he’d give you permission. “well,” he growled, “we can’t have that happening, can we?”

he abruptly halted his thrusts, pulling his fingers out of you with an embarrassing squelch and popping them into his mouth. pearly tears rolled down your cheeks as you grieved the loss of contact and relief.

your viewers looked on in horror, feeling immense sympathy for you; you just looked so dejected from being denied yet another orgasm.

“why didn’t you—why didn’t you let her cum?” bokuto asked.

“why do you think?” iwaizumi snapped. “don’t want you guys to see her when she does. that’s for me, and only me.”

“oh, okay,” he responded, disgruntlement clear in his voice.

iwaizumi’s glare could cut glass, it was so sharp. the possessiveness that had enveloped his mind made him hyperfocus on just one thought: being alone with you. “so, any other questions? if not, we’re done here.”

you pouted at that, not wanting the demonstration to be over. “but haji,” you mumbled into his collarbone. “i di’nt get to cum. and i wanna.” you looked up at him, eyes wide with want. “please make me cum.”

iwaizumi sent a harsh glance to the players that nonverbally communicated his message loud and clear: get out. they shuffled awkwardly out of the locker room due to the hardness between their legs that they would most definitely need to deal with soon.

your boyfriend turned his attention back to you. “’m sorry, i know i had to deny you a bunch of times. i just really hated the idea of anyone but me seeing the cute way you look when you cum.”

you made a small noise of acknowledgement and a little whisper of it’s okay, haji. he looked down, sensing the way your poor, desperate cunt was pulsing around nothing, the erotic sight injecting him with the pure need to ravage you.

he shifted his head to kiss you passionately. “why don’t i make it up to you?” he breathed between your parted lips before picking you up by the backs of your thighs, forcing you to lock your ankles around his waist. 

he delicately situated you onto one of the recovery beds at the back of the room, before murmuring something that made your pussy throb in anticipation: “i’ll make you cum whichever way you want, however many times you want, all right? all you gotta do is lay back and take it.”

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todobakudeku x fem!reader | SMUT (18+)

WARNINGS: threesome, daddy kink, use of “good girl,” “slut,” and “whore,” voyerism, exhibitionism, threesome, double (triple?) pen, anal, vaginal, and oral (giving and receiving) sex, yelling, degradation, praise, getting caught during sex, inexperienced writer (this is like the first smut I’ve ever written 0.0)

Word count: 3k

x male(ftm pre srs)!reader 

Katsuki ran his hands up and down your body, making your skin tingle with excitement. 

“Please,” you whimpered, lifting your hips up to try and create even a little bit of friction. 

“Please what, baby?” Katsuki said, pressing his warm palms lightly on your abdomen. “Use your words.”

“Please touch me,” you moaned, grabbing at his hands and trying to move them down to your clit. 

“Mhm, since you asked so nicely,” he said. His index finger ran down your stomach and he slipped it inside of you. “Ah, you’re already so wet just from me touching you like that?”

He pulled his finger out to put it in his mouth and you grunted, desperate for him to be inside you again. “What a fucking slut.”

You started to whimper again incoherently. 

“Mhm, you taste so good, baby. I think I need more.” Katsuki lay down on his back. “Come sit on my face.”

You nodded eagerly, bringing your knees to either side of his head. You held yourself up just above his face, waiting for him to start. 

“Uh-uh. You’re not gonna be able to keep yourself up on those legs once I’m done with you.”

You began to lower yourself down nervously.

“Come on now. Daddy can take it. Yeah, just like that. Good girl. When I need to breathe I’ll lift you up, but after you come right back down, understand?” He put his large hands on your waist.

“Y-yes sir.” You’d never called him sir before, but something about the way he was talking to you made it seem right. And judging by the way he moaned from underneath you, he liked it too. 

When you were genuinely sitting on his face, Katsuki began alternating between pushing his tongue in and out of you and drawing figure eights on your clit. You gripped the sheets and bucked your hips back and forth over Katsuki’s face, covering his skin with the hot slick he was getting you to release.

“Ah! Katsu! That feels so good!” 

“Quieter, baby,” he said softly as he lifted your hips. 

“I’m- I’m sorry Katsu, you’re just- agh- so good-” you cut yourself off with another whimper as you felt an orgasm building in your core. 

“Please Katsu, I’m so close, please keep going.”

He picked up the pace a little, focusing only on your clit as he flicked it up and down and drew circles around it. 

“Ah- yes, yes,” you cried out, pulling against the sheets even harder while your back arched and stiffened. You felt your orgasm tear through you, making you cry out Katsuki’s name. He lifted you off his face and sat up, pulling you onto his lap. 

“Fuck, you taste so fucking amazing. You were so good for me,” he said, stroking your hair. 

“But you haven’t…” you trailed off, reaching for the bulge in his boxers. 

“Be patient, baby, I’m gonna fuck you soon.” He lifted you off his lap and moved to the edge of the bed. His calves dangled and his toes grazed the floor. 

“C’mere,” Katsu said, dragging his boxers off. He kicked his legs and let them crumple onto the ground. 

You crawled over to him, and he lifted you up by the waist again with your back facing his chest, slowly lowering you onto his cock. You felt it stretch out your entrance slightly and gripped Katsuki’s thigh, but as he went deeper, the discomfort faded. Finally, he lowered you all the way onto his lap. He paused to let you adjust, but you just wanted him to do something. You could feel his dick twitch inside of you, and you moaned his name, trying to move back and forth. 

“I’ll do it, baby, don’t worry.” He pulled your body up and pushed it down again, making you bounce up and down on his lap. His cock slammed deep inside you with every thrust, and you felt your core tighten with the unrelenting sensation. You could feel the head of his cock brush against you, and each time it hit that sensitive spot inside you, you couldn’t help but press your back into his chest and whimper. After a minute or so, even his heavy breathing in your ear turned into moans. You were facing away from each other, but you desperately wished you could see Katsu’s face. 

“Ah, fuck yes. You’re such a good girl, making daddy feel so good.”

“Katsu, you- you fill me up so well,” you managed to choke out. Katsu started going faster, and you couldn’t help but whine. His arms kept a sturdy grip on your abdomen; you could feel the callouses on his palms rubbing against your skin.

“God, you like that?”

“Yes! It feels so good, daddy!”

“I know, baby,” he cooed, nuzzling his face between your neck and shoulder.

Your moans increased in volume, completely drowning out his, and Katsuki made a shushing noise. “Not too loud, sweetheart. What did I say?”

“I’m sorry, daddy,” you said softly. Your breathing became heavy and labored. 

“That’s it. Good girl.”    There was a creaking sound from in front of you, and the door swung open. 

“Hey, is everything-” Deku stopped speaking to stare at the two of you, his mouth gaping open. On his left, Todoroki’s eyes went wide. Neither of them made a move to leave. As you mumbled ashamedly and tried to cover your naked body, Katsuki kept fucking you in front of the two men. 

“Fuck, if you’re gonna watch, at least close the door, assholes,” he said in between huffs. 

For a few seconds, they continued to stay still, but Todoroki reached behind him to pull the door closed, keeping his eyes on you the whole time. 

“Fuck, my girl’s so hot you can’t look away, Half-and-Half Bastard?”

Todoroki didn’t respond but you could see a bulge growing in his pants. Next to him, Midoriya was already palming his dick from over his pants. 

“Katsuki,” you whimpered softly, “don’t you think we should stop?”

“Why? They wanna watch, they can watch. You want me to cum inside you, don’t you?”

“I do, Katsu, just… this is embarrassing.”

“You- you should stop, Bakugo. She doesn’t want to keep going,” Todoroki said. 

“We have a safe word, you vanilla bitch. Anyway, you’re the one making her uncomfortable.” He leaned into your ear and you felt his hot breath brush against your skin. “You really wanna stop, you say it, okay? I know I give you shit but I don’t want you doing anything you don’t wanna do,” he said. 

You nodded your head but didn’t say anything. Katsu chuckled. 

“I knew you were a slut. You hear that, dumbass? She loves being humiliated in front of you.”

You moaned and averted your eyes from the men as your face got even hotter. 

“Stop covering up, baby. Let them see how pretty your body is. Show them why daddy loves fucking you so much.”

You slowly lowered your arms and gripped Katsu’s thighs again. Both Todoroki and Midoriya were flushing a deep shade of red, but neither made a move to leave. In fact, the bulges in their pants had only gotten bigger. 

“Hm, baby, I bet you want them to fuck you, don’t you?”

“Wh-what?” 

“Yeah, I can tell. You can’t stop fucking staring at them, and you haven’t said my name like you did before.”

He stopped bouncing you up and down for a moment and brought his palm down on your ass. You hissed at the sting. 

“Moan for me, baby,” he said sternly, putting both hands on your waist again. He began to thrust deeper than before, picking up the pace. 

“Katsu,” you whimpered, bringing your hand down to play with your clit. “You fit so well inside of me!”

“Yeah I do,” he hissed, continuing the pace. You felt another orgasm build inside of you, and it poured out with a string of moans. You clenched your walls around Katsuki’s cock, and he groaned, biting down on your shoulder. You yelped, but he didn't let go until your walls loosened around him. 

“Good fucking girl,” he said again, licking at the marks he left. “Now for them.”

“What do you mean?” you stuttered nervously. 

“Say their names. Shoto, Izuku. Moan for them. I want you too.”

Taking a shaky breath, you brought your fingers to your clit again and began to rub it up and down. “Ugh,” you whimpered as Katsu continued to fuck you relentlessly. “Izuku… ah…” You began to go faster and moaned even louder than before. “Shoto, ugh that- that feels so good,”

At the sound of you saying their names like that, they could no longer refrain from touching themselves. Without saying a word, both unbuckled their belts and let their cocks spring free as their pants and underwear pooled at their feet. 

“Yeah, you bastards liked that?” Katsu laughed, biting softly on your shoulder again. “Why don’t you come fuck her too? You okay with that, baby?”

“Mhm-hm,” you groaned, unable to form another response. 

“Look at them, m’kay? Who do you want in your mouth? I’m keeping this pussy. The other one will get your ass.”

“Uh,” you quickly looked back and forth between the men, unsure of which to choose. 

“Deku’s dick is thicker,” Katsuki pointed out. “So it might hurt less. Unless you’re into that,” he chuckled. 

Both men looked down self-consciously. 

“Uh, okay. Izuku,” you mumbled.

“M’kay. Fuck her mouth for me, Deku. And you- there’s lube in that drawer.”

Todoroki quickly stepped over to get the lube. 

“Hey- and don’t get any ideas, you hear me? You may fuck her tonight, but she’s still mine.”

Izuku nodded rapidly. “Don’t worry, Kacchan! I wouldn’t even think… wouldn’t even dream about it! I mean you two are obviously together and you’ve already been so generous with this, and-”

“Fuck my mouth, Deku,” you moaned, trying to keep your teeth from chattering as Katsu bounced you up and down on his lap. 

“Hold on, baby, we gotta switch positions first. Don’t want you chomping down on Deku’s fat dick. 

“F-fat?” Izuku stammered. 

Katsu ignored him and stopped moving your hips up and down. You groaned at the loss of friction. 

“Don’t worry, baby, it’ll be even better soon. Get on the floor on your hands and knees for me.”

You did as you were told, waiting for the three men to come closer. 

“You-” Katsuki said to Todoroki, “bend over her.”

“What?”

“You heard me, dumbass. Put your legs around her, bend over, and stick yourself in her asshole.”

You whimpered at the idea. 

“And you. Stand in front and let her suck you,” he said to Izuku. 

“Uh- okay.”

The two men approached you cautiously. Todoroki was the first to act. 

“I’m gonna… put my finger…”

“Yeah, go ahead,” you murmured. 

His lubed up finger slowly entered you from behind as you moaned softly and rocked your hips back and forth. He slowly added another finger, stretching you out more and more. 

“Are you ready now?”

“Mhm” you hummed. 

As Todoroki gently pushed himself inside of you, Izuku stroked your hair and let you take him in your mouth. 

“Move, motherfucker,” Katsu said, pushing Todoroki’s torso forward. He kneeled behind you and resumed where he left off, with his cock inside of you. 

“Mmhph,” you moaned on Deku’s dick, and he inhaled sharply in response. From behind you, Todoroki was going at a slow pace, while Katsu was ramming his hips into yours. It felt so overwhelming, but so good at the same time. You couldn’t stop whimpering onto Izuku’s cock, and the vibrations from the sounds were quickly going to send him over the edge. But before he even came close, Katsuki’s deft fingers began to toy with your clit, and you felt another orgasm rising inside of you. 

“Yes, Katsu, please, I’m going to come,” you attempted to say around Izuku. 

“I can’t quite understand you, but I think I got it,” Kastu said, starting to move his fingers faster. Pleasure erupted from your clit, spreading throughout your entire body as you moaned and whimpered under your boyfriend’s still-moving fingers. Deku grabbed your hair and began to thrust in and out of your mouth, making you gag repeatedly. From behind you, Todoroki began to pick up the pace as well, slamming himself into you. You felt his dick reach places that no one had ever touched before, and you threw yourself onto him in an attempt to get him to go even deeper. After another minute or two, Izuku and Todoroki both began groaning and swearing, grabbing onto your body even tighter than before. 

“Ah- yes, yes, just like that,” Deku moaned, pulling lightly on your hair. “You’re gonna make me cum, fuck.”

“Ah- me too,” Todoroki said, punctuating each word with heavy breaths. 

You felt both of them release into you at the same time, swearing profusely as they did. Hot ropes of cum spurted into your mouth and asshole, and you nearly choked trying to swallow it while Deku was still pushing himself into your mouth. After a few seconds, both of them pulled away from you, covered in sweat and panting. 

For the first time, Katsuki seemed to notice what was going on and stopped moving. 

“Katsu?” you asked meekly. “Is something-”

“You fucking came already?” Katsuki shouted, enraged. He began pulling you into his hips again. “Fuck! I let you join us to show my baby a good time, but you can’t even last five fucking minutes? You’re fucking pathetic.”

He began to go faster as Deku’s face turned an even deeper shade of red. “Sorry, Kacchan-”

“Don’t apologize to me, you bastard! Apologize to her! You couldn’t have even lasted a few more minutes? I’ve been fucking her for twenty. Assholes. She’s come three times today. There are three of us here. Wanna know how many times you two made her come?”

He paused angrily and huffed. 

“Zero! Zero fucking times! You two used her like that and didn’t even make her come? You should be fucking ashamed of yourselves.”

You started to moan again. “Katsuki- daddy- please, you feel so good. I’m sorry you- haven’t even cum yet.”

“Mhm, don’t worry baby,” he said softly. “It’s gonna be soon, now.”

He paused for a moment. “Hey! Deku! Half-and-Half Bastard! Look at her! You see how she’s a whimpering mess for me? This-” he pinched your clit, making you cry out his name. “-is what you bastards can’t do. This-” he thrust into you particularly hard. “-is why I’m allowed to call her a slut and a whore, understand? I’m not some half-assed bitch who can’t even make a girl cum and only lasts a few minutes. This is what she wants, and I’m able to give it to her. She gets what he wants, and I get to tell her how much of a whore she is for wanting it. I thought you would be able to give her that, too! You’re supposed to be strong and tough and shit, and then you pull this?”

You were a moaning mess, barely even able to move. You felt a fourth orgasm clutch at your clit again. Even the pleasure was painful, in a way, and you felt your legs trembling. 

“Katsu,” you whimpered. 

“I know, baby, I’m so close.” He turned his attention to the men. “I thought I told you to fucking apologize!”

“I’m- I’m sorry,” both Deku and Todoroki said hurriedly. 

“You two wanna watch a real man cum?”

They both stayed silent, and Katsuki took their lack of response as a yes. 

He picked up the pace again, stroking your hair and face with one hand and gripping onto your hips with the other. “You take me so well, baby. You’re such a good girl. Do you want daddy to cum?”

“Yes please,” you murmured, unable to speak any louder. 

“I’m so close, baby, just hold on a little longer, okay? You’ve been so good today.”

“O-okay,” you said. 

Katsuki continued to moan and grunt from behind you, occasionally pausing to plant a kiss on your lower back. 

“Fuck- fuck, I’m so close,” he moaned, grabbing a fistful of your hair. “Ah- fuck- baby, finish me in your mouth.”

You quickly turned around and began to suck on Katsu’s cock, bobbing your head up and down and he guided you. 

“Ah yeah, that’s it. Just a little faster, baby.”

You obliged and pushed away the suffocating feeling you were getting from having him so deep in your mouth. He was close, you reminded yourself. 

“Fuck yes, fuck!” Katsuki yelled as thick lines of his cum erupted from his dick. “Fuck yeah, swallow daddy’s load.” 

You swallowed and eagerly opened your mouth to show him it was gone. 

“Tastes that good, huh?” he laughed, stroking your hair. “You’re so pretty when I fuck you, baby. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” you said, feeling your face get hot with embarrassment again.

Todoroki cleared his throat from the other end of the room. You saw fury flash through Katsu’s eyes again as he pulled on his boxers and tossed you his shirt to cover up with. 

“You bastards don’t know how to treat a girl, do you? You think I’m going to neglect my girlfriend after all of that to talk to you idiots? You can see yourselves out if you’re uncomfortable, unless you need daddy to do it for you?” he mocked, glowering at them.   

Todoroki’s face went bright red. “I-I- uh-”

“Get the fuck out of my room.” 

Deku and Todoroki stepped gingerly into the hallway, casting a scared glance back at Katsu before walking away to their respective rooms. 

Kastuski kneeled down next to you and began to stroke your hair again. “I’m sorry I yelled like that,” he said quietly. “I really am, I just- those assholes-”

“It’s okay, babe,” you said, wrapping him in your arms. He kissed the top of your head softly. “Katsuki?”

“What is it, darling?”

“That was fun, but… I’m glad they’re gone.”

Katsu laughed and kissed you again, this time sloppily on the lips. “I agree, baby.”

[z3nitsusgf]

speaking of albedos hands i bet they’re nice and calloused too since he draws i wonder what those fingers can do😏😏😏😏😏😏

GOD I FORGOT HES AN ARTIST HRRRNNGH

Imagine- the way his hands are perfectly sculpted like some sort of marble statue, every bump and callous feels so so so good, and he knows >:( he knows.

Catches how you drool over his hands. How you start with just gazing at them from afar while he paints, how your eyes trail over the curve of every joint and ligament, the swipe of his wrist and how it bends to mix paint.

then slowly when you hold hands how you trail your digits over each curve, how you caress his back hand each time he slips his hand into yours. The way you shiver lightly when he runs his blunt nails up your arm. 

starts to love how obsessed you get when you can’t live without his fingers shoved deep inside your mouth, spreading around the soft lining of your palate and playing lightly with your throat. how you whimper and paw at his wrist, sucking his digits with lidded eyes. 

starts to train you to get wet merely at the sight of him crooking them upwards towards your skirt, tracing them along the slit of your panties, smiling at how you clench your thighs at the mere look of them grazing your clothed cunt. 

albedo uses your affinity for his hands to his advantage, whether you realize it or not. 

[edie-baby]

Can we please have a smut with Lando where he’s never been that dominant before and decides to try it one evening

whiskey soaked cherries | lando norris smut

summary: Lando Norris decides one day that he'd like to try dominating his partner, and well, he's actually pretty good at it.

word count: 4541

warnings: swearing, smut; face sitting, choking, bound wrists, daddy + sir kink, hint of a breeding kink, aftercare

notes: i'm sorry this took so long, i kind of got carried away

There were always a few indicators when Lando Norris was thinking. It was a common occurrence, the man was an over-thinker till the end, yet it meant he never did anything without being sure. There were levels to his thinking moods however, and they usually gave away the true depth of his immersion in his brain.

Level one: glazed eyes, and slow reaction times. Often when you spoke to him during this time, it would take multiple seconds for him to even acknowledge that you had said something, the journey from his head to in front of you could take a while, but he was usually pretty easy to distract.

Level two: sitting completely still and not blinking. The first few times you saw him lost in thought like this, you were unnerved. He could stare at a spot on the floor for five minutes, unblinking, the only indicator of life being the steady rise and fall of his chest, the rhythmic breaths falling from his lips were reassuring in this state. You had noticed once that he was so lost in thought he didn’t breathe for multiple moments. Your head was against his chest, the subtle movements you had felt for many hours before that ceased, and after a few too many seconds, he gulped down a gasping breath. This level was usually reserved for racing thoughts, strategies and tracks all consuming within his chaotic brain.

Level three: mindlessly walking, parted lips, slow, laboured breaths. You had seen Lando like this only once, walking around his house for nearly an hour, never reacting to your voice, never stopping for longer than it took for him to pivot and turn back around at a dead-end hallway. The day after you saw him like this, he had asked you to move in with him.

Level four: laid still on the floor, arms folded across his chest, eyes closed, lights on. You had only heard of this Thinking Lando, Jon and Charlotte having caught him laid in offices or empty rooms on the floor, looking like a perfectly posed corpse. You questioned him about it, and he had never had a true answer for you, something about the rigidity of the floor was grounding whilst his closed eyes let him wander as far as he wished.

But level five, you weren’t entirely sure existed. So, when you arrived home after work one day to a completely dark house, curtains and blinds drawn with every source of light turned off or obscured, you were rightfully shit scared.

“Lando? Honey, I’m home!” You called, your voice wavering slightly as it bounced off the walls of the entryway, travelling through the house in eerie echoes.

“In the living room.” Lando replied, his voice oddly composed, and you began traversing though the house, avoiding walls and furniture from memory. You were tempted to use the flashlight on your phone to get an idea of what was going on, but figured you trusted your boyfriend enough.

“Hey baby, what’s with the lights?” Your voice was laced with confusion, eyes trying to find the silhouette of the man speaking from somewhere within the room, but you were completely lost.

“I’ve been thinking.” He simply replied, goosebumps erupting on your skin as his hot breath fanned on the back of your neck. You thought his voice had travelled from the other side of the living room, but there was right behind you. You tried leaning back, desperate for some contact in the makeshift sensory deprivation room you had found yourself in, but he was gone. You jumped when you felt his hand brush against your calf, his other hand tracing up the outside of your leg to your thigh. You sighed in relief, the barest of touches from him always made you feel alight with pleasure.

“You don’t usually think like this. What’s on your mind?” You asked, voice breathy as you felt the constantly moving palms on your legs, the skirt you had worn that day a barrier between where you really wanted him, and the rough calloused hands that left goosebumps in their wake. He didn’t dare move the hem of your skirt, choosing to roam over it with lazy strokes.

“I want to try something with you. But, I need your full consent, and we need ground rules.” Lando replied, the languid strokes turning to loving touches, the brief brush of his fingertips against a scar on your knee, the same fingers caressing a path down your calf to remove your shoes.

“You know I’d trust you to do anything. Anything you want to do, I consent to 100%.” Your voice was sure, strong and assured. You felt Lando’s fingers still for a bare moment, a long intake of air telling you Lando was revelling in the romantics of your words. He often did that when you spoke about your admiration for him, honey-sweet words warming his heart like nothing else.

“No, I need you to listen to this. I want your explicit consent.” Lando continued, his words firmer, causing anxiety to swirl in your stomach for a brief moment before you realised exactly who he was. It was Lando, your chaotic boyfriend who screamed instead of laughing. A man you had been hopelessly in love with for nearly three years, who treated you like a goddess, who worshipped you for your flaws as much as your perfections.

“Okay. So tell me.” You stated. There was no question, no anxiety, no confusion in your words. Because you knew this man like the back of your hand, and you knew he knew you just as well, if not better. His fingers, which had still been brushing against your skin like a whisper suddenly gripped into the skin of your thighs, a comforting presence as he prepared to let the words tumble from his lips.

“I want to be in charge. I want to have complete control over you. For you to submit to me. Be one hundred percent mine to do whatever I want to do. I want to tie you up, have you completely at my mercy. I want to pull orgasm after orgasm from you until you’re begging me to stop, that you can’t take it anymore. And then I’m going to give you one more, because I can, and because I get to decide what happens to you. I want to drive my cock into your pussy until tears of pleasure stain those gorgeous cheeks of yours. I want to spank you until you can no longer sit down. I want to wrap my hand around that little throat of yours until you see the stars I see in your eyes every day. I want to cover your body in marks, fingerprints, hickeys, bites, whatever I can to make sure everyone knows who the fuck you belong to. And after all that, I want to cum inside this pussy, because it’s mine and no one else’s.” Lando growled, his grip on your thighs wavering as he detailed his fantasy, one that you were all too happy to bring to life.

“Yes. I consent. To all of it. I’m yours Lando, and I trust you with every fibre of my being.” You spoke clearly, wanting him to hear just how willing you were to help him fulfill the dreams he had obviously been thinking of all day.

At your reassuring words, Lando surged forward, his eyes obviously more adjusted to the dark room than yours as he found your lips with ease, finally indulging you in your own desires of finally having his lips against yours after a day spent apart. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip, an involuntary gasp leaving your mouth and allowing Lando’s tongue to move slowly against yours. His hands, still with a grip on your thighs, slid them apart, which allowed him to shuffle further forward on his knees.

His lips travelled to your neck, nipping, licking and sucking on the flesh that he knew would make you whimper. Your hands, previously resting on his muscled forearms, reached for the lamp next to you, your eyes desperate to see the hungry look you knew was plastered on his face. The warm light flickered on, bathing his tanned skin in rays of honey-gold that only served to make him look more like a God among men than he already seemed to you.

“Get up. Go to the bedroom. When I get there, I want you naked and spread on the bed for me. You’re at my mercy tonight, darling, so you best not disobey or there’ll be hell to pay.” Lando growled, the intrusion of the light having snapped the remaining thread that held the usually sweet, albeit passionate and hungry, man that you had been sleeping with for so long.

Your breath caught in your throat, the dominance Lando was showing shot heat and pleasure to your core in a way you had never experienced. You stood quickly, beginning a fast walk toward your shared bedroom. Charged nerves surged through your body when you heard Lando’s steps trailing behind you, your hands moving in a frenzy to rid the clothes covering the body Lando was about to devour. When you finally got into your room, you only had a black lace thong remaining, so you threw it across the room and dove onto the bed just in time for the shirtless Brit to appear in the doorway with an impressed look on his features.

“I’m surprised, and almost disappointed. I was sure I’d get to punish you tonight, but I guess I’ll have to leave that for another day. Look at you though, all laid out and ready for me like the needy little whore you are. I bet you can’t fucking wait to be wrapped around my cock, to be filled up with my cum and feel it drip down your thighs.” Lando’s words had you keening, your body almost curling in on itself as he spoke all the words, pressed all the buttons that you didn’t know you had. You already felt like you were dripping onto the sheets beneath your body, and from the way Lando’s eyes were transfixed on your pussy, you were sure he could confirm your hypothesis.

He started towards you, kicking himself off the door frame with a smirk that would make you jump his bones at any given moment. His gaze was predatory, planning all the different ways he could tear you apart and put you back together before you would be sobbing with pleasure, overstimulated to the point of pleasing pain. Lando stopped as his shins met the side of the bed, staring down at you like prey. You whimpered, this new dominant side of your boyfriend was ruining you, and you wished for it to never end.

“Please, Lando, touch me.” You whimpered, skin alight with anticipation and wanton lust, your hairs standing on end, waiting for the prickling feeling to dissipate with the touch of his skin against yours.

“Please Daddy. And I’ll decide when you get touched.” Lando growled, the title more of a command than a suggestion, and that alone had your body curling.

“I’m sorry Daddy.” The name tasted like whiskey soaked cherries on your tongue; all sweet and spicy, innocent and sensual, an invitation and an offering. A spark behind Lando’s eyes let you know exactly how much he liked the keening way you spoke, and in barely a moment, his body was covering yours.

Your legs already opened wide for him, allowing his hips to slot in right between your thighs, your wet core lining up with his denim covered cock, already straining against the material purely from words spoken and the way the light from the lamp in the corner made your pussy glisten with its juices. His hands beside your head caged you in, holding the weight of his torso and unbridled dominance from crushing you.

Your breath came out shaky, bottom lip quivering in anticipation of feeling his lips on yours, every muscle in your body working to keep you from launching upwards and taking exactly what you wanted. Lando granted those wishes, diving down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, the frustration he usually held back while fucking you finally manifesting itself as hot, fiery passion. He needed this release, and you were the perfect vessel to release into. Every nip of his teeth, stroke of his tongue and bare touch of his fingers against your naked skin, it was too much and not enough.

“I need you to tell me if you need me to stop, we need a safeword. Use it if I go too far, or if I hurt you, or if you just need a second. Because I don’t want to lose myself in you and not realise I’m doing something wrong.” Lando spoke, breathless from the head spinning kiss, and you almost cooed, there was really nothing Lando could do to you that would hurt you, and it was sweet that he still didn’t understand that fact, but you followed along for his peace of mind.

“Orange.” You replied, almost instantly. The colour was so deeply ingrained in your relationship that you felt it both fitting and comforting, and Lando agreed as he nodded along, repeating the word in his mind and tying alarm bells and stop signs to it.

“Good. Now sit on my face.”

“I’m sorry what?” You squeaked, the request having given you whiplash, and as you stared into Lando’s eyes, no hin of remorse or asking, you realised the man was dead fucking serious.

“Did I stutter?” Lando asked again, his eyes glaring at your face as you continued to try and process the last seventeen seconds, but when your body was flipped from lying comfortably against your mattress to straddling a muscled chest, you realised you’d have to be a lot quicker to keep up with Lando tonight.

“If I have to ask you one more time, you won’t like what happens.” Lando growled, the deep tones of his domineering voice filling the room and hanging heavily in the air. You looked down to his face, his chin barely five centimetres from your pussy, and decided it was now or fucking never. So you shuffled awkwardly up the bed, apparently too slow for Lando, because he hooked his arms around your thighs and dragged your body to exactly where he wanted it. Your dripping core suspended above him, his nose brushing your clit each time your thighs spasmed in your pleasure.

“Is this okay Daddy?” You whispered, your hands gripping the headboard in front of you like a lifeline. Lando’s entire body spasmed, his arms tensing around your thighs and pulling your wet cunt to his face just as a guttural moan tore from the depths of his chest, his arms shaking with the force of containing whatever beast had just been awoken inside of him.

Lando ate you out with a ferocity you had never expected a man to possess, his tongue lapped, tasted, prodded and fucked through your folds like a man starved. His nose brushed your clit every so often, jolting your hips and causing you to ride his face until a swift slap warmed your ass cheeks.

“Sorry Daddy.” You mumbled, embarrassment warming your cheeks as the pleasure built up much faster and harder than ever before. Lando slid one of his calloused digits into your cunt, his mouth moving to focus on your clit, sucking and licking at the bundle of nerves while you clenched around his fingers with a passion.

“You better not cum until I say you can.” Lando’s voice was muffled, but you understood exactly what he meant. Your whimper that followed made Lando chuckle, and you moaned as the vibrations and exhaled breath hit your core and made your entire body convulse, the pleasure was blinding, but your brain was fixated on not cumming until Lando allowed you to.

Your body was so hot with pleasure, your vision coated white to the point you didn’t know if your eyes were open or closed, and your perception of time had vanished long ago. Lando could have been eating you out for five minutes or five hours, you had no clue anymore, all you knew was that it felt so good, and it was Lando making you feel this way.

“You’re doing so good baby, fuck. If you keep making those sounds I might cum before you even touch me.” Lando’s voice brought you back to reality, as you had been so lost you didn’t realise you had been moaning, the sounds of pleasure verging on screams as you passed ‘about to cum’ and entered ‘about to pass out’.

“You make me feel so good Daddy. So fucking good, shit.” Your reply was garbled, moans and whimpers cutting off words. Lando hummed, his lips latching onto your clit and sucking exceptionally hard as his fingers curled just the right way, and you knew you were a goner.

“Cum now baby girl.” Lando mumbled, syllables lost to the flesh of your pussy, but you got the message. The relief that coated your body was like cold water on a hot summer day, drenching your screaming senses in a blanket of calm, your vision returning in flashes of colour, your ears ringing with high pitched screams, ones which you realised after a moment were your own sounds of pleasure. Lando continued his ministrations as you came down, prolonging your pleasure while you regained consciousness and became fully aware of what was happening around you.

Lando stopped, his eyes opening to see you already staring down at him in awe, and he helped you move from your position over his head to laying beside him on the bed, your skin already shining with a thin coat of sweat.

You looked over at your boyfriend, disbelief in your eyes as you stared at the wetness covering the bottom half of his face, and some of his neck. He looked smug as ever, a sliver of your young boyfriend shining through the dominant facade he had on tonight, but as soon as you started picking out the familiar pieces, his eyes turned cold again, the smirk being replaced with a tensed jaw. Your heart stopped for a moment, the one-eighty made your pussy flutter around nothing, and suddenly you were painfully aware of just how empty you felt.

“Can I touch you?” You asked, eyes wide and innocent, your bottom lip pouting as you looked up at Lando, hoping to run your hands across his chest, feeling the muscles ripple beneath the taut skin, to drag your nails across his thighs, dig your fingers into his skin as he fucks you.

“Do you want to try asking that again?” Lando replied, his tone almost patronising as he looked at you, practically vibrating with desperation to touch him. It filled him with unbelievable pride, to have you so wanting just to feel him, it stroked his ego more than winning any Grand Prix ever could.

“I’m sorry sir. Can I please touch you? I want to make you feel good too.” You whimpered, the new title falling from your lips naturally, and though he hadn’t answered you, or granted you permission to touch him, he pounced.

His lips collided with yours, sharing the taste of you in the kiss and you moaned at the sensation, your nails reaching up to claw at Lando’s back. His hands where everywhere, grabbing your tits with rough hands, flicking your nipples with calloused skin, gripping your hips with intent to bruise, desperate to leave the evidence of his claim on you. His lips traced the familiar path to your jaw, up to your ear where he sunk his teeth into the lobe, letting his lips brush the shell of your ear as he whispered sweet nothings to you.

Except the sweet nothings tonight were anything but.

“Can’t wait to fill you up with my cum. Watch it drip out of you and then fuck it back into you with my fingers. Gonna make you a mummy, huh? Have you walking around the paddock with my baby in you. That way everyone knows you’re mine and that I was the one that fucked you so good.” The filthy words being fed right into your ear, along with the strong grip on your hips and the rolling of Lando’s hips pressing his bulge into your core was going to make you go feral.

“Fuck me, sir. Put your baby in me please. Wanna be a mummy for you.” You purred, the words rolling off your tongue in waves that sent shivers down Lando’s spine. He leant back, sat back on his haunches as he took in the sight of your body, still trembling slightly from the powerful orgasm. He slowly undid his belt, your eyes trained on the movements his hands made, biting your lip as you got one step closer to seeing his cock, a sight you could and would never tire of. With his belt gripped tightly in his hands, Lando made a decision he would never regret.

He scooped your hands up in one of his, the other holding the belt, and positioned your hands above your head, fingers brushing against the headboard. He looped the belt through the wrought iron, fastening the leather around your hands tight enough to keep them there, but not tight enough to do any damage to you. You tugged on the restraints lightly, pouting when you found there wasn’t enough give to touch Lando while he fucked you into the mattress.

Lando gave the restraints a few investigative tugs, and when there was little movement and he was satisfied with the results, he leaned back, staring down at you yet again. You were starting to think he was getting more enjoyment out of just staring at you than anything else.

With heavy breathing and the occasional squeak of the headboard as you attempted to break free of the belt holding your wrists hostage, Lando finally began removing his sinfully tight black jeans. He pushed them down his legs with a carefree attitude, as though he had all the time in the world, whilst you were squirming around on the bed, desperate to get a look at, a hold of, a taste of what was hidden now by the thin black cotton that stretched over his painfully hard cock.

“If you keep squirming like that, I’ll tie your ankles next to your wrists and fuck you like that. Is that what you want?” Lando growled, pausing in his tantalising show of getting undressed to glare at you. You halted almost immediately, the image of Lando plowing into you while your wrists and ankles were bound together. You gulped, the vision was certainly tempting, however your pussy wouldn’t be able to take such a beating.

“No sir. I’m sorry sir.” You whimpered back, your words sent shocks of electricity through Lando’s body, and having abandoned his teasing display, he tore his underwear off and climbed onto your bed in a hurry.

He wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping a few times and letting out a shuddering sigh. His eyes cut to yours, a blazing fury warming them from the usual cool blue green to a warm green that made your pussy flutter. He slid the tip of his cock through your wet folds, biting his lower lip to contain the moans that were ready to fall past his lips. Your fists clenched around the belt, desperate for something to hold onto.

Lando thrust his hips into yours, burying himself to the hilt in one smooth motion. You both moaned, the sweet relief of finally wrapping your velvety walls around his cock was overwhelming. Quite quickly, Lando set a punishing pace, his hips rolling out of you before snapping back to meet yours, his pubic bone putting delectable pressure on your clit, forcing moans out of your lips at an alarming rate.

His hands held a death grip on your hips, keeping your squirming body in its place while he used your body for his own pleasure. Your moans became louder, his hips forcing his cock deeper into your cunt, but Lando didn’t like that.

“You shut the fuck up and take my cock like a good little slut, yeah?” He spoke, his right hand reaching up to wrap around your throat, his fingers squeezing around the sides. The pressure only added to your mounting pleasure, Lando squeezing intermittently when you let out a particularly loud moan, reducing you to a pile of whimpers and pleas.

His hips began stuttering, the pleasure he was feeling overwhelming the perfect pace he had set. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him further into your hungry cunt, clenching around him like you were trying to pull his entire being into you. And maybe you were, if he kept this up, you were never going to let him out of you again.

“Fuck, I’m so close.” He whimpered, the first show of your usual Lando shining through, his hips moving with a renewed vigor. You couldn’t form words, his cock brushing against your g-spot with each thrust, forcing your body higher up the bed, your arms still bound above your head. The hand around your throat squeezed harder, and for a moment all you saw were stars, the pleasure of your second orgasm ripping through your body like a tidal wave. Each atom in your body was torn apart and stitched back together with the threads of Lando’s hot seed and rough hands.

Lando pulled out of you, watching his cum drip down your thighs for a moment before he jumped from the bed, hurrying into the ensuite as quickly as he could on shaky legs. You could hear the tap running, and after a few moments, he returned with a wet rag and your favourite lotion, leaving the bottle on the side table while he cleaned the mess between your thighs, becoming entranced with the sight for another moment before he finished up, tossing the dirty cloth into the ensuite. Lando crawled up the bed to you, undoing the belt that had begun to rub your wrists raw, and with your finally free hands, you cupped your boyfriend’s cheeks, pulling him into a sweet kiss to stop the steam train of thoughts inevitably running through his head.

With soft hands and caring eyes, Lando began rubbing the lotion onto your red wrists, kissing the skin briefly, then leaving another sweet kiss on your lips.

“Was that okay?” He whispered, insecurity rearing its head yet again, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the nervous look he was giving you.

“More than okay, baby. That was amazing. 10/10 would try again.” You giggled, caressing his shoulders with slow hands, grateful to finally be feeling his skin again.

“Well, I wouldn’t be mad at that. I have some ideas.” Lando replied, a cheeky lilt to his voice as he laid down beside you, pulling the covers up to cover you both.

“Oh, do you now? I’m all ears.”

[zodiakuroo]

pierced

idk what to tell you this is just 2k of pussy eating (don’t blame me blame eren brain rot)

18+, minors dni

part 2

“What did you do?!” You say, incredulously. It’s a rhetorical question, you can see exactly what he’s done. Eren stands in front of you, shamelessly, with his pants and boxers dropped to his ankles as his flaccid penis hangs between his thighs. Your attention is mainly focused on the brand new, shiny titanium barbell that goes through the head of his dick.

“Do you like it?” You can tell by his posture and the shit-eating grin on his face that he’s incredibly proud of his newest body modification.

“Why on earth would you get a piercing there?” The bulbous head is just few shades of pink darker than the rest of his pale shaft. You wince in your seat, imagining what it would feel like to stick a needle right through your most sensitive parts.

“Well, it was a dare and Jean bet that I wouldn’t so I had to.” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, fully aware of how silly it sounds as he says it out loud.

“Of course.” You mutter. What other chain of events would lead to your boyfriend coming home with a fucking Prince Albert. “Does it hurt?” You lean in just a little closer and notice the little bit of dried blood where the jewelry pierces his flesh.

“Nah. Didn’t feel a thing.” He says with a wink and begins dressing himself again before dropping down on couch next you, throwing his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his chest.

“You’re such an idiot.” You giggle, nuzzling your head into his neck, inhaling the heady scent you’ve come to associate with him.

“There is one thing though.” His voice is softer, lacking it’s usual self-assured tone. He can’t say that he’s happy about what he’s about to tell you. In fact, had he known about this small detail beforehand he might not have gone through with that stupid dare.

“Hmm?” You respond noncommittally, too preoccupied by your current task of leaving gentle kisses on his jaw and giving him the soft affection you know he loves but will never ask for.

“No sex for a month. Piercer’s orders.” His eyes drift down cautiously to gauge your reaction.

You stop in your tracks and frown up at him. At first you think he’s kidding but no such luck. “Oh my god.” You groan. “You’re such an idiot.”

Three days.

A grand total of three days.

It’s sad really, but you should have seen it coming. Like Eren Jaeger’s libido would ever let him go a whole 30 days with no sex.

He blames you and the way you prance around the apartment in those tight, short shorts. How is he not supposed to want you when he has to spend the day watching your tits bounce around in that white tank top, nipples just barely visible through the fabric?

It’s not like you put up much of a fight anyways. The way that man has you wrapped around your finger, all it took was a few well-placed touches and whispers of how much he misses the way you feel and the way you taste. Just like that, Eren has you naked, legs hanging off the edge of the bed with his face buried in your cunt.

“Love this pussy.” He murmurs, nipping at the soft skin of your inner thigh. “Can’t live without it.”

He knows that he can’t be inside you. He knows. And yet he continues to torture himself because this is as close as he can get to what he really needs.

The rough pads of his fingertips massage your wall making you buck into his hand, silently begging for something deeper. He laps at you with his tongue, running it from your clit all the way down to your hole, licking up the slick that leaks out around his knuckles.

You feel the sparks of pleasure heating up your abdomen and you squeeze your thighs around his head, weaving your hands through his long, mahogany locks. ‘Eren’falls from your lips over and over in breathy mewls that only encourage him to keep going. His fingers put in double time hitting the special spot deep inside you while he seals his lips around clit and pulls it into his mouth. You dig your heels into his back to give you leverage to rut into his face as he pushes you closer and closer towards an inevitable orgasm.

You’re so hot and wet inside, squeezing so tight around his fingers. His mind conjures up memories of how good it felt to have your gooey walls clamping down on his dick and the soft cries you let out as he split you open.

He’s rock solid in his sweats right now and his cock hurts, sensitive tissue swelling and pulsating around his still fresh piercing. But he can’t think about that right now. All that’s on his mind is how badly he wants to be inside you right now. Any of your holes, it doesn’t matter which. But they’re all off limits.

Quite frankly, it pisses him off.

There is no choice but for him to take his frustrations out on your body. He slowly drags his fingers out of you, marveling at the way your needy cunt tries to pull him back in.

Before you can even protest Eren presses his fingers, still warm from your pussy and covered in your cream, against your lips.

“Open up.” He practically growls, voice thick with arousal.

You part your lips in response, letting him clean his fingers off using your tongue. Reflexively, you close your lips around them and begin to suck, moaning at the taste of yourself.

“God, princess.” He pants with his jaw slack. “Want your mouth around me so bad.”

It only motivates you to take his fingers deeper. Deep enough to make you gag as your drool runs down his knuckles while you swirl your tongue around his digits.

The way you look at him doesn’t help either. Usually you’d shy away from eye contact when he makes you do something embarrassing like this, sucking on his fingers like you’re sucking on his cock. But tonight is different. You stare straight at him with that heavy-lidded gaze, eyes glossy and full of want. The frustration is killing him, he can’t stand to look at you anymore so instead he gives his undivided attention to your cunt.

“Babe you wanna know something?” His breath fans over your soaked core, making you twitch in his hold. Something gives you the feeling that he’s not really talking to you, he’s talking to what’s between your legs. Although he’s not even looking at you, you still nod your head yes, so wound up you’ll take anything from him at this point.

“I read online,” He goes quiet for a moment, distracted at the way your weeping hole clenches around nothing, almost like it’s begging for him to fill it. “That dick piercings feel real good in pussy. I promise it’ll be worth it.”

Eren bends down to lick at your dripping hole, he slides his tongue all the way down, making sure not waste a single drop, stopping just above the tight ring of muscle making your squeal in surprise.

”Can you imagine it?” He drags is fingers from your lips, leaving a path of saliva down the valley of your breasts, across your stomach until he reaches your clit, rubbing the sensitive numb in slow, steady circles with his thumb while you fist the sheets trying to swallow the sounds he’s coaxing out of you. “How it’s gonna feel inside you? How it’s gonna hit that spot that makes you go dumb?”

Sure, he sounds composed but when you look down at him and see the way his pupils are blown wide, pretty pink tongue hanging slightly out of his mouth, you know he’s imagining it too.

“Gonna drive you crazy.” His calloused fingertips dig further into your pudgy thighs, clipped nails leaving little crescents indented in your skin. “Make you even more crazy for my cock than you already are.”

“Yeah ‘ren.” You gasp as he runs his tongue through your folds. “Wan’ your cock.” You babble mindless agreements at whatever filth he’s spewing, too fucked out and desperate for his cock to care.

Like the bastard he is, he chuckles at your response, satisfied with knowing that you want him just as bad as he wants you.

He leans forward and presses the flat of his tongue against your entrance, telling you (wordlessly) what he wants.

Beg

He wants you to beg for it.

And of course you oblige. You chant out ‘please Eren, please Eren, please Eren’ over and over again as if you’ve forgotten every other word.

He rewards for your obedience by pushing the slippery muscle into your hole, nice and slow savouring the way your tart essence covers his taste buds.

“Fuck- more please.” Your back arches off the bed in response but his left hand splays across your abdomen keeping you in place.

His right thumb is still rubbing you, pressing harder, going faster while he drives his tongue even deeper licking up all of your juices like a man starved. He devours you shamelessly, the sloppy sounds only drowned out by your pornographic whining. He thrusts in and out, in and out, in and out, fucking you with his tongue, making sure to taste every inch of you.

Your flavor is addictive, he can’t get enough. He grunts against with his face shoved against you, sending vibrations from your core, right up your spine. His fingers and tongue assault your pussy mercilessly, setting every single nerve on fire.

“Baby- ah- I- I’m close” you whimper, feeling tension brewing in your core, threatening to burst at any second.

“No.” The hand that was playing with your pussy comes down hard on your puffy clit, the sound of the smack echoing in the quiet room.

You let out a cry, so high pitched you can hardly believe it’s your voice.

“Can’t come until I do.” Just like that, he’s off of you completely, leaving you trembling without his touch.

The pain and frustration have tears brimming at your lash line. How cruel of him. To dangle an orgasm right in front of your face before yanking it away. You begin to stammer out pleas, begging him to touch you again, but they fall on deaf ears.

“C’mon princess. ‘S only fair right?” He looks up at you with the sweetest, emerald puppy dog eyes, juxtaposing the lewd way he licks the remnants of your arousal from his swollen lips.

It’s not fair at all. You weren’t the one who decided to get their dick pierced on a whim. Why should you have to suffer? But there’s too much blood in your throbbing cunt and not enough in your brain so you can hardly put together a coherent sentence, let alone argue with him.

“Gonna edge you like this every day yeah?” He shifts his body to hover over you, using his arms to hold himself up so that his nose barely brushes yours and stray stands of his messy hair tickle the sides of your face. “Till I get to fuck you again.” He dips down to kiss you on the lips. It’s barely more than a peck, far too chaste and gone far too soon.

“Christ, I can’t wait to fuck you again.”

[xmyshya]

Pvssy murdered on the Orgasm Express

summary: MSBY takes a night train to Tokyo for a match, but Atsumu has better ideas than sleeping. genre: crack, smut warnings: semi-public sex, unprotected sex, MINORS DNI betas: @vanille–kiss​ I love you birdie so much, you help me a lot and I'm forever grateful to you a/n: Fic is part of the HQHQ Server Collab with a prompt "Public sex/Chikan"! You can find the masterlist here wc: 1.6k

[Freeze frame] You open the door of your tiny room in a sleeping train compartment, only to be met with intense gazes of Bokuto and Hinata. Your hair is a mess, your clothes are disheveled, but the man stretching behind you looks flawless with his flowy blond hair and a lazy smirk. It’s painfully obvious what you’ve been doing.

[Record scratch] Yep, that’s me. You’re probably wondering how I got in this mess. Buckle up.

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It’s going to be a long ride. You can’t recall the last time you travelled by public transportation and neither do MSBY boys, yet here you all are, on the way from Osaka to Tokyo. There’s an important game tomorrow, and the team's bus had the audacity to break down yesterday. Luckily, management splurged a little on a sleeping train car for the team, which means getting at least some rest.

This is the longest section, 6-hour train ride after the last transfer in Yamashina Eki. It’s nearing midnight, so you instruct the men to split between the rooms and get some rest before another change. They oblige without objections, shuffling into their segments, and soon the compartment falls silent.

It’s way past your usual bedtime, and now that adrenaline rush is over, exhaustion washes over you. The bed looks really inviting, especially with your boyfriend, Miya Atsumu, in it. He’s waiting with his arms open, prompting you with his hands to join in. So you do, laying down with your back pressed against his chest, his warm embrace making you relax with a content sigh.

“G’night, ‘Tsumu.”

You mumble through your sleepy haze, but instead of an answer, you’re met with a gentle rocking of his hips behind you and grinding of a growing erection against your ass. His breath is hot on the nape of your neck.

“I said good night, ‘Tsumu.”

“Heard ya the first time.”

His ministrations don’t stop though; it’s the opposite, actually. His hand finds its way under your shirt, calloused fingers gliding along the skin of your stomach in small circles, while he leaves open-mouthed kisses on your shoulder. You’re trying hard not to give in, firstly, because you don’t want to give him satisfaction, and secondly, because you actually intended to get some rest.

But when Atsumu’s teeth graze the sensitive skin you can’t help but let out a quiet gasp, and you can feel his lips curl into a smirk. Of course he knows your body way too well. His palm moves up in a slow motion, until it reaches your breasts; he gives one of them a gentle squeeze and brushes his thumb against a hardened nipple.

The blond’s lips move up your neck, biting, sucking, and licking, leaving red and purple marks on its way. His fingers play with the bud, rolling it and circling at the same pace as the languid movement of his clothed cock against your butt. It drives you crazy, but it’s not enough.

You place one leg over his; his thigh is now pressed to your covered pussy and you shamelessly roll your hips in search of some friction.

“Are ya this turned on already, Princess?”

His voice is low, husky, and sends a heated shiver down your spine. God, you think, how can someone be so annoying and so hot at the same time? He pinches your nipple and you moan his name, in response his chuckle rumbles through his chest. He loves how sensitive you are, he loves how his touch makes you pliant and needy.

“‘Tsumu, touch me.”

“I am touchin’ ya.”

Of course he knows what you mean. But he would lie if he said it doesn’t turn him on when you’re asking for things. When you’re demanding things. Another pinch on your bud and you jerk your hips at his cock.

“Finger me. Now.”

His erection twitches in his pants, and he’s dying to rip them off and just bury himself balls deep inside of you, but first, he has to oblige. Atsumu gives your breast last squeeze before trailing down. He draws his knee up opening you for his touch, and slides a finger along your covered slit.

“God, you’re soaked.” He half whispered, half groaned.

“Atsumu…”

He pushes your panties to the side and slips one finger between your folds. He pumps it in and out of your cunt, thumb massaging your already swollen clit. One of your hands disappears under your top, and through the thin fabric he can see you playing with your tits. His cock twitches again, and he pushes another finger in.

Atsumu picks up his pace, curling his fingers to make sure to brush against that spongy spot on your wall, that makes you clench so tight. You can feel the heat blooming in your abdomen, your boyfriend’s digits sliding and scissoring against your fluttering walls, as his thumb draws circles on your nub.

You come with loud moans of his name, screaming “Atsumu, fuck me” over and over again. And it’s all he needs to let go of his inhibitions, rolling you on your stomach and hovering over you.

He pulls your panties off and spreads your legs, kneeling in between them. Finally, he frees his already leaking cock, and it slaps against his abdomen.

“Lift yer ass a little, Princess.”

Calloused fingers dig into your hips as he helps you get in the position. The angle is low and uncomfortable, but works well with the moving and rocking train. Atsumu leans on one hand to your side, aiming his cock with the other. He glides inside in one swift motion, stretching you so deliciously, tip kissing your cervix.

“Move, please!”

The man shifts to all fours, and pulls back almost entirely before slamming his hips into yours. He does it again, and again, retracting slowly, letting you feel each vein of his cock, to thrust back in with enough force to push you forward on the sheets.

Atsumu rolls his hips in a circular motion, reaching deep and the angle allows him to drag his head along the g-spot repeatedly. He knows the pace is too slow to push you off the edge, but you still squeeze him tight with every brush on your spongy spot.

“Fuck, ya feel s’good. You… yer doing so well.”

He hisses through clenched teeth, praise sending a wave of pleasure through your body.

“‘Tsumu, faster.”

Your pleas are always his weakness, how could he say no to his little Princess when you’re asking him like that? He’s quickening his pace gradually, pushing out a moan after a moan from your throat. God, you sound so, so good.

“Babe, ‘m close.”

He groans as he reaches his hand between your thighs, the sudden rub on your clit makes your walls spasm and cry out his name.

“Baby, cum for… cum for me.”

The way Atsumu moans out those words drives you insane, his brutal rutting and relentless circling on your bud makes your orgasm hit you like a train. Your cries fill the whole room, and with the way your cunt clenches frantically around his cock, he can’t hold back either. He fills you with his milky release, as he rides you both down from your highs.

“Do we have wet wipes?”

The faux blonde mumbles against your shoulder blade, receiving only a hum as an answer.

“That good, huh?” he mutters as he hears your simple response, reaching into your bag to collect them.

“‘Tsum, gotta go to the bathroom.”

He cleans you and himself with damp tissues, and then helps you put on some clothes so you could leave the room. Atsumu snickers at your troubles with standing up, and you slap his chest for looking too proud about it. After a moment you’re able to take a few steps towards the door, and the man manages to pull up his boxers a moment before you slide it open.

Terror and embarrassment creep up on your features when you’re suddenly face to face with both Bokuto and Hinata, the former slapping something into the hand of his teammate.

Bonus scene:

Bokuto wakes up from his bladder being painfully full. He won’t be able to hold it in for another minute, so he taps his foot in darkness in search of his shoes. Still half asleep, he slides them on and waddles through the whole way to the toilet. It’s on the other end of the car, right behind your and Tsum Tsum’s room.

At first he doesn’t register the sounds, but as he reaches your door, the voices become clear. Moans. You two are having sex. And good sex at that. If Bokuto opened the door, he’d see you with your face buried in the pillow and ass up, and Atsumu railing you from behind.

But he doesn’t open the door. His first instinct is to run back to his room and disrupt the slumber of his mate.

“Chibi-chan! Wake up!”

The other man mumbles and turns to the other side, but Bokuto doesn’t get discouraged.

“Hey! Shoyo! You gotta hear this!”

With this Hinata sits up and rubs his eyes, but his friend already pulls him out of bed and into the hall.

“Bokuto-san, where-”

“Shhhh!”

And then he hears it. Your voices calling each others’ names.

“Who do you think is on top?” The taller man asks.

“Atsumu-san for sure.”

“I bet…” Bokuto searches his pockets and pulls out some bills. “2000 yen that it’s Y/N. If she comes out with nice hair, she was on top.”

Just as Hinata cheerfully declares “deal!”, the door slides open and they’re standing face to face with you. With messy hair. Behind you Atsumu is stretching looking as flawless as ever. Bokuto quickly slaps the money in Hinata’s hand.