#grinding his whole dick on your lap and clinging to you like you don’t have better things to do than let him use ur body to get off..

[jesuistrestriste]

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cw: certified leg humper ! ! ! ! honorary thigh fucker ! ! ! beware ! !

[arkhammaid]

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ THIGH RIDING.

fandom. honkai star rail

pairing. argenti, blade, dan heng, gepard, jing yuan, seele x gn!reader

content warnings. nsfw, MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI, thigh riding, not edited/proofread

word count .0.7k

notes. for my favorite whores and our obession with thighs <3 edit: welt does not have a part in this fic!! i copy pasted this whole text above with infos abt the fic from another one and forgot to delete his name, very sorry :(

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ argenti.

to argenti, beauty was elegance, close to perfection. this is what he aspired to be, a knight touched and blessed by the gods themselves— just not in warfare. but seeing you like this, the first time, messy and whiny on his lap, your skin flushed and eyes shiny with tears refusing to roll down your cheeks— it’s truly mind blowing. he’s enchanted, the way you move your hips, grind yourself hard on his thigh and hearing the whimpers that escape your lips. you’re a mess but you’re still oh so beautiful. 

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ blade.

he knows how much you enjoy riding his thighs. he knows it and he will use it against you, finding amusement in your eyes focusing on the garter belts he likes to put on, when you really should focus on something else. he will tease you for hours, not coming near you and making sure you don’t get any wrong ideas. when he finally thinks the torture is enough and you deserve some mercy, he will haul you towards the bedroom and place you on his thigh. and even then, when you’re slowly but surely loosing your mind, he doesn’t help you. instead he leans back and watches you with half lidded eyes, how you whine and pant on his lap. 

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ dan heng.

dan heng simply enjoys thigh riding because you find pleasure in it. he was first confused, why you wanted to ride his thighs, when he had a dick you could ride so much better, but then were clinging onto him, calling out his name while you chased your orgasm. and he could only hold your hips, utterly enchanted by every noise and movement you did, watching how you came undone on his thigh. and you? you love sitting on his lap, a thigh between your legs and grinding on his muscles, chasing your peak with frantic moving hips, all while he murmured low praise in your ears, eager to see you shake in his arms. 

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ gepard.

gepard is always the more flushed between the both of you when you ride him, be it his dick or his thighs. but there is something different when you make a mess of yourself and drag him with you, his uniform soiled and wrinkled, just because you’ve been riding his thighs until you were shaking in his arms. it overwhelms him every time, your moans and high pitched whines filling his ears and fogging his mind, your whimpers making him lightheaded— even when it’s you, who always comes undone on his lap, it’s him that ends up as a complete mess. 

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ jing yuan.

jing yuan thinks it’s amusing, the way you’re so fixated on his thighs. be it in his uniform or out of duty clothes, you always try to find a way to admire them. and your enthusiasm, when he asks you if you want to ride his thigh, only confirms it to him. you ride them as if it’s his dick, hips frantic while you grip his shoulders, head thrown back while moans escape out of your mouth oh so shamelessly. it’s amusing to him, to see how fast and hard you can cum by simply riding his thighs— sometimes even harder when you’re in the office and you’re ruining his pristine uniform. and he loves to share his amusement with you, teasing words making you shudder while you plead for him to stop and do so much more— oh how he loves it when you come undone.

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ seele.

seele knows about the enjoyment thigh riding can bring, but she can’t lie, she prefers you to be the one doing the riding. the feeling of your legs around hers, your arousal wetting her muscles and helping you to glide over her skin smoothly— all these sensations, paired with your oh so pretty moans and whines, it’s truly heaven for her. to see you so messy is akin to seeing you free, free with your desires and passions, for her eyes only. and to see you above her, gasping for air while your whole body shudders, is one of many fantasies she can witness as much as she wants. 

ARKHAM MAID 2023

[sems-diarie]

i jus wanna be somebody’s lil crybaby <\\\\3

fem!reader x (pro hero obvi) bakugou | izuku | shigaraki | kirishima | shinsou

—minors dni, ty! <3

➺ maybe bakugou 🥺?

you get a little mean and when he snaps back, you’re simply inconsolable. you give him the silent treatment or look at him with weepy eyes until he gets fed up all over again and manhandles you onto your back and pushes your legs up over his shoulders. he’d stuff you full of his fingers, press into your clit with his tongue, then scoff about how sensitive you are when you sob about how full you feel <333

“Shut up,” he snaps, pupils blown to hell and fangs poking out with the way his lips curl, “stop bein’ a fuckin’ drama queen.”

he’d scowl at the annoying brat you are while making you cum until you cry n’ gush a mess all down his wrist <3333

➺ or izuku?

he’s just so tired all the time and you really can’t blame him for it—being the number one hero is a lot, it leaves a person exhausted. but you also can’t help but feel neglected, left behind, jealous. he hasn’t touched you in so long, you feel like you’re wilting. is there something wrong with you? are you not pretty enough for him anymore?

but then izuku comes home and you’re a blubbering mess. a rush of adrenaline swoops through him—why are you crying? what happened? what the hell? and you tell him through all the tears that you don’t feel good for him anymore and he’s so confused. but you look awfully pretty when you cry.

“Hey! What’s—what’s wrong? Why’re you crying??”

he pulls you into his lap, rubs your back and sweetly reminds you of how pretty his girl is. and you know he’s trying so hard to keep this romantic 🥺 pulls your face in and kisses you all sweet, strokes your cheek with his thumb and pulls out all these soft whimpers from the small of your chest—but you can feel the entire bulge beneath his pants pressing right against the flimsy silk of your panties <3. it’s not his fault though! and you won’t stop shifting your pretty little hips. c’mon, be a good girl and make this easy for your favorite hero, yeah? stop movin’ so much. he can only hold out for so long <\3

➺ or shigaraki

you get insolent with him in front of the rest of the league and then get upset about it when he humiliates you as a tactic for subjugation and control—he can’t have some sweet faced thing discrediting him!! but when you’re finally alone, give him the silent treatment! turn away from him when he tilts your chin in his direction. see how long it takes until he’s prying your knees apart and plopping you over his lap—yes, he is strong enough—and spreading your little cunt open on his dick.

“You want attention now?” Shigaraki sneers, bouncing you on his dick; there’s no reprieve, no break, just fills you up over and over again, batters your cunt until you can’t do anything except cling to him and mewl—until it hurts, and then even after. “Fucking crybaby.”

➺ or kiri!!

kiri who makes you cry accidentally during an argument and makes up for it by sitting you on his face & grinding your cute cunt across his mouth and pinching your clit.

➺ maybe shinsou?

arguing with hitoshi over something and he gets mean, and then you get all sad, so he gives you a few inches of dick to make up for it—but he’ll only indulge you so much; if you want the whole thing, you gotta beg him all pretty & be his sweet thing again 🥺

“Aw, did I hurt your feelings?” Hitoshi pinches one of your nipples meanly, purple eyes heavy with lust as he stares down at you, an easy smirk slanting across his lips. He really enjoys seeing you strung out like this, loves feeling your thighs squeeze around his hips to pull him in closer. The little whimper you give pulls Shinsou’s hips up a little further, squishes into your cunny just a little deeper, stretches you out a little further.

“I didn’t mean to,” and his voice is so deep and condescending. “Do you think you can forgive me?”

[dovahkinniez]

ur writing smacks, neloth nsfw headcanons?

thank you very much! <3 but uhhhhhh ;) let’s get into it…

18+ only! sexual content awaits your very eyes, my kind soul. ps, i will try and stay gender neutral as much as possible but there is a tiny mention of a female bodied reader, so either don’t read if that’d make you feel uncomfortable! or skim/ignore that part. :]

ps. i haven’t wrote anything sexual in a very long time, so if it’s not the best.. my apologies!

Remember to not be a silent reader, like and share your thoughts! I love hearing everyone's feedback. <3

SPICY NELOTH

— nsfw headcanons

rubs hands together, let’s get it. :D

he’s a busy man, he takes his time management seriously because with his time he needs to focus it on things that truly matter!

that’s why when it comes to you and the ‘bedroom acts’ he takes it slow, and almost studies your body and sees what exactly makes you tick and what personally isn’t for you.

i see him as a person who believes the whole, ‘as long as the two are having fun does it really matter who is dominant or submissive?’ - which is a fact but this doesn’t mean he doesn’t have certain sides to him.

naturally, he’s a service top. he loves to make you feel good, comfortable and ultimately satisfied during and especially at the end.

if you feel good, he feels good. he feeds off your pleasure because he loves to watch you, and it’s pretty much memorised and scorched into his brain, the images and even sounds of you, that even when he’s trying to do work he feels himself annoying growing stiff in his you-know-what area.

people have came to a conclusion that he gets a hard-on over his research, i’m not sure which is the most embarrassing - the truth or this theory?

your body is a map, his hands and mouth is the adventurer, he’s affectionate and touchy and wants to explore all across your body.

i saw somewhere in a post where they say he probably is the type to use spells during sex, which i completely agree on.

using spells and creating them to be able to pin you down without using physical items, or spells to make your body more sensitive.

heated hands from flames to heat you up, making you flustered with the odd shock that’s enough to arch your back against the bed.

master with his hands, spells aren’t the only things he can play with. takes his time, teasingly slow at times because he likes to hear you whine and he’ll say the odd comment, ‘aww, are you frustrated? you’ll be fine, sweetheart’ as he presses a sweet kiss against the corner of your mouth.

he knows what he’s doing and at times he can sound very condescending and bitchy, let’s hope you like the mild degradation here and there.

loves it when you’re on your knees, worshipping him with his cock in your mouth, “come on, you can do better than that.” he’d groan out as he taps your cheeks before pushing your head down further.

guides you through it, tells you what to do and instructs you between shaky breaths with his hands gripping onto your hair or shoulders.

body worshipping mf. likes it both ways. the feeling of your lips and tongue all over his skin as you reach further down sends him dizzy and his dick pulsating.

he likes to fuck you with his tongue before he even thinks about actually fucking you. you deserve the best treatment, that involves multiple orgasms.

likes to edge you, playing with you until you’re clinging to him before he stops with a short laugh, “i’m not done with you yet.” before he starts again once you’ve calmed down. changes tempo to keep the rhythm bumpy, the bigger the patience the bigger the orgasm.

after a stressful day he just wants to be inside you, sometimes you don’t even fuck. cock-warming and falling asleep in a very close intimate cuddle. the best.

sat on his lap, his hands roaming around your body as your nipple is caught between his lips, you grind down on him teasingly as you grow wetter, his teeth nip at you which just turns you on even more.

deep kisser, passionate and electrifying. sweet pecks and lustful makeout sessions, both are a must. his lips are soft and the words that leave them have you begging for more.

he just wants you to beg a little more until he gives you exactly what you want.

[tanniefm]

nasty | jjk (m)

summary - you're needy at a party and no one can help you except your boyfriend jungkook.

pairing - jungkook x reader

genre - established relationship

word count - 2.4k

song inspo - nasty by ariana grande

warnings - unprotected sex (BOOO), dirty talk, daddy kink, brief breeding kink, slight voyeurism (you essentially ride his thigh in front of everyone), explicit language, praise kink, subspace, drug and alcohol use (weed), brief mention of vmin, i guess kook also falls into domspace too i mean y'all are high so

a/n - i'm sorry this took so long school's been kicking my ass bruh. this is also very unedited since i originally wrote this while horny like a month ago kanjwbw. anyways yeah enjoy! ps. i am very bad at endings and summaries sigh

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“Pleaseeeee”

“Nope”

“But I need to so badly! Just please make me cum, Kook!”

“What did I say? Not ‘til later. At this rate I might not let you cum at all.” his words brought utter terror to your face. What did he mean not letting you cum at all? You've been so good all day! Just like he told you! This party fucking sucks anyway. As much as you love your friends coming over, there’s only so much you can handle before you start getting annoyed by their presence. Jungkook has been teasing you all day but the very peak of it was when he ate you out earlier like it was his last meal and at the very last second, decided to cease all contact from you and smile cockily. Asshole.

It doesn’t help that you've both been drinking and smoking a bit, so your horniness has only worsened since then. This mixed haze of being tipsy and high at the same time is just making you needier by the second. You’ve been clinging onto him and following him around your shared apartment the whole night while he laughed and chatted with your friends.

“You good, ____?” Jimin laughs. He out of everyone should know exactly how you feel, given him and Tae are constantly going at it, just like you and your beloved boyfriend.

You smile sarcastically, “Nah I’m perfectly fine, Minnie! Why do you ask?” you know exactly why he’s asking. You’re not really the best at hiding your emotions and your face says it all that you’d rather have everyone disappear immediately so you can fuck the shit out of the man you’re glaring at. He’s currently taking a few hits out of Hoseok’s “party bong” as he likes to call it. It looks very used and burnt out, you don’t know why he just won’t get a new one since you’re sure that’s some kind of safety hazard but whatever.

“No reason, just that you look like you wanna eat Jungkookie alive is all.” he smirks. You roll your eyes playfully and take another sip from whatever mixed drink Jungkook made you.

“He’s getting on my nerves.” you quip back. Jimin’s eyes crinkle as he laughs heartily. It seems like everyone finds your situation amusing but you. All you want is to have a proper orgasm! Is that so wrong! It feels like he’s punishing you and you haven’t even done anything! You go to sit on the couch with him, directly on his lap, while he watches Seokjin and Taehyung yell over Mario Kart. He automatically wraps his hands around your waist and smiles lazily.

“Heyy pretty girl.” he says gruffly. His voice always gets raspy when he smokes and your pussy throbs at his (and your) favorite pet name.

“Kookie,” you whine. “Please can we wrap this up and do something alone. Need you.” you start pouting in hopes he’ll finally cave. He chuckles and brushes a piece of hair from your face.

He leans in closely to whisper, “After they're done with this game, I promise I’ll take care of you, ok baby?” you look at him skeptically and hold up your pinky to ensure he means what he says. He giggles at your cuteness and wraps his long pinky around yours, kissing it to seal the deal. Your face immediately lights up at the prospect that you’ll finally get some dick. The more you think about it, the wetter you get. Maybe he’ll bring out the toys this time and use those on you. Maybe he’ll overstimulate you until you beg him to stop. Maybe he’ll let you take control since he’s been messing with you all evening anyway. The possibilities are endless and they cause you to squirm around on his lap. You quickly realize that your leggings are pretty thin however as you suddenly pause when you feel that your boyfriend is hard as a rock. Little did you know that he’s been suffering just as much as you have, he just likes to play with you a little to see how needy you could get. He can feel you throbbing through your leggings and it’s been driving him fucking crazy. He can’t wait for the guys to leave so he can fuck you in every room of this house.

He grips your hips tightly and gives you a warning look of “do that again and see what happens” you whimper and tuck your face in his neck. He smells so good. You can faintly smell the weed you two have been smoking but you can still smell his soft detergent and calming lavender he loves so much. You know his nose is sensitive so he only uses a small amount of cologne and it encapsulates him so perfectly. He pulls you closer and starts bouncing his knee slightly. Fuck. Now his thigh is consistently hitting your clit and your mind is getting fuzzier. The haze from earlier coupled with the fact that Jungkook is bouncing you like a baby is starting to make you whimper and moan a little louder than you’d like to. You know he’s fucking with you again. He loves seeing you like this. He leans down and reminds you Tae and Jin are almost done with their game and then you can moan and whine all you want. You nod hastily while you suck a mark into his neck to keep quiet. His knee keeps the same casual pace, as if your clit isn’t the main focal point of each bounce. He kisses the top of your head and laughs along at whatever the boys are arguing about as to not raise any suspicion. Although you’re pretty sure everyone can tell exactly what’s going on. The fact that everyone can clearly see you getting bounced on your boyfriend's lap is only getting you closer and closer. You bet you could cum like this.

“Ha ha! Fuck you, hyung! I told you I’d win!” Taehyung shouts jovially.

“Yeah whatever, brat! I’m definitely winning next time.” they both get up and stretch before informing both of you that they think they’ll call it a night. The rest of the boys agree and gather their stuff to head out. You hate to say it, but you couldn’t be happier that everyone’s finally leaving. Jungkook lifts you off his lap gently and to your horror, you can already see a damp spot forming on his sweats. He smirks and winks at you while he kindly escorts everyone out. Once the last person is gone and the door is closed and locked, he turns around and tells you to come here. You scamper over to him in a haste and attach your lips to his in an instant. He laughs at your neediness and backs you slowly to the couch. He sits down and puts you in his lap again while you both make out as if you’ve been deprived of each other. He grips your hips and grinds you against his erection that’s been straining against his pants for the better part of half an hour.

“My poor baby, was I too mean today?” he asks as he kisses down your neck and jaw.

“Mhm, I’ve been a good girl all day just like you said and you don’t even care.” you whine. He lifts his head and cups your face.

“Of course I care, baby. I’m so proud of you for being so good today. You want daddy to take care of you now, don’t you?” he says gently. It looks like you’re not the only one that fell into a bit of a headspace. You’re very aware that when Jungkook starts referring to himself as daddy that he’s already taken a dominant position. Meaning he’ll take very little shit from you. Not that you felt like being bratty today anyway. Good girls get rewarded and that’s exactly what you intend to receive. You nod and grind against him faster in hopes he’ll get the hint that you want him now. As always, he quickly understands and starts ridding himself of his shirt as you take off yours. Seeing all of his tattoos always does things to you. Especially the small bouquet of black roses he got for you. You still can’t believe he would get something so permanent on his body just for you but he was adamant that you were the love of his life. The memory made you emotional as you started to tear up slightly. You’re going to have to ask Hoseok what the hell was in that strain to make you so sensitive to literally everything. Jungkook stops unclipping your bra as soon as he sees your eyes well up.

His hands are right back to their position on your face. “Woah, what happened love? Are you ok?” you wipe your eyes and giggle bashfully and explain why you got so worked up. He smiled and kissed you softly.

“You know I love you, right? You’re so fucking cute. I love you so much.” he says as he leans his forehead on yours. Weed makes both of you so sappy. You can’t even find it in yourself to care as you bring him into another kiss. He continues to take off your bra and starts kneading your breasts in his hands. The action makes you whine and pull away from him.

“Daddy, I wanna cum now. Please?”

He chuckles and lifts you off of him to strip your leggings. His fingers trace over the damp spot of your panties and he pulls them back to see how wet they’ve gotten.

“My little girl completely soaked through these. Needy baby. If you wanted it so bad why couldn’t you just do it yourself, huh?”

“B-because I wanted to be good. M’ a good girl right?” his words confused you. Why would you take care of yourself when he does it so much better. Plus, wouldn’t he just punish you anyway?

“I know baby, you are a good girl. Besides, those tiny little fingers would just frustrate you wouldn't they? You need daddy to cum ‘cause my dumb babygirl can’t do anything by herself, can she?” his words make your lip tremble as you nod dumbly. He’s right! You couldn’t possibly do something like that by yourself. Only he can make you feel like this.

He smiles as you agree with no hesitation and pecks all around your face. This is your favorite place to be in. In his arms waiting for his instruction. Taking the lead is fun every once and awhile but being stupid and pliant is far more your speed. He makes you feel safe and adored. He makes you feel good.

His fingers swirl around your covered clit as you moan into his mouth. Your little noises and the feeling of his fingers getting slicker is making him painfully hard and he, too is getting impatient. He wiggles his hips and slides his sweats down to reveal to you that he’s been walking around with no underwear on. He’s been completely hard with no barrier other than his sweats. You feel like you could bust right then and there. As soon as you see his cock, you lick your hand and start stroking it slowly. Jungkook hisses and throws his head back.

“Little girl...don’t play with me right now…” you heed his warning and scramble to take off your panties so you can get him inside you as fast as possible. This is what you’ve been waiting for, and you’ll be damned if you fuck it up now. He steadies you as you prepare to sink down on him and he kisses you gently. The way he’s filling you is intoxicating.

“Fuck, this little cunt was made for me wasn’t it? My baby’s so perfect for me.” his words make you tremble. You both moan breathily once he’s bottomed out inside you. You grind back and forth slowly as you try to adjust to his length. Jungkook however, is just as impatient as you are. He halts your movements to grip your hips and lift you almost completely off of him and slam you back down. You gasp as he sets a pace for you quickly. Your walls clench as he groans out praises of how good you feel and how much he loves being with you like this. In his lap, bouncing on top of him, whining into his neck. He couldn't think of a better place to be. His hands slide down to your ass and grips it as he bounces you even faster. You moan loudly and bite on his shoulder in fear of getting another noise complaint from the neighbors.

“D-Daddy? M’ close. So so so so so close daddy please fuck!” your words are slurred since you literally cannot think properly. He laughs breathily. “I know baby, you feel so good. Fuck I wanna pump you full of my cum. Wanna get you pregnant.” his words only make you moan louder.

“Oh you like that? You like when I talk about filling your cute tummy with my cum? You want my babies, little girl? Hm?” your head bobs up and down as you nod. “Yeah- mm yeah want it so bad daddy please cum in me. I wanna have your babies please Kookie please. Wanna cum wanna cum wanna cum!” you whine. Seeing how absolutely wrecked you are is only getting Jungkook closer and closer. You look completely and utterly fucked out. If his baby wants his cum that's exactly what she'll get.

“Shh precious I’m almost there. Daddy's got you I promise. Rub your pretty clit for me, I wanna see my baby cum ok?” you immediately obey and spit on your fingers before shoving your hand between you two. You rub your swollen clit with quick flicks to get you to cum faster. You just wanna make Jungkook happy. You wanna be his good girl.

It didn't take long for your hand coupled with his cock pounding into your g-spot to get you to cum hard on him. Your limbs spasm and your vision goes white while you distantly hear Jungkook's moaned praises. He cums in you not long after with a whine and keeps thrusting a few times so you can milk him for all he's worth. You both pant heavily as his arms wrap around you tightly, wanting to be as close as possible. He pecks your head repeatedly and buries his face in your hair.

“I love you ____.” he sighs. You giggle and sleepily look up at him. “I love you more.”

[hotdamnhunnam]

Can I request for Raymond Smith these please? :)

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Thanks for your request for my Emoji Fic Fest! 💗

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Beach Balls

Pairing: Raymond Smith x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, sex on the beach, public-ish (brief reference assuming there’s an audience) Word Count: ~1.3k Emoji Prompt: 👩‍🍳🏖🔮 (key words are in bold)

He’s giving you his bitch, please face.

You’re giving him your beach, please face, because Ray’s aversion to beaches is honestly such a disgrace. His OCD ass really needs to get over his hatred of salt in his slicked hair and fine grains of sand stuck all over the place.

You’ve stepped out of the kitchen with something hot clutched in your hands as you come to join him on the couch. He’s a grump and a grouch. Yet be that as it may, by the end of the day, your goal is to take him to the shore and you’re certain it’s not out of reach.

He repeats himself loud and clear, same shit you always hear. “I am not going to the beach.”

“I knew you would say no. I baked your favorite tart to tempt you though. It’s ginger peach.”

He can tell, by the comforting smell, blend of butter and sugar and spice absolutely divine. “You’re too kind. But do you really think baked goods will change my mind?”

“Baked goods and something else perhaps…” you purr as you settle in place straddling his lap. You know exactly how to get your man to fall into your trap. “Remember when we went to see that fortuneteller just for kicks, her crystal ball declared that I’m the only weakness in your fortress? That I’d always find the holes in your resolve and get your brick walls to collapse?”

He does remember as it had been pretty recent. Just the other weekend. And indeed once Raymond feels the heat of you that always hits him in his crotch and in his heart, hotter than this freshly baked tart… he worries his resistance is already weakened.

And you can sense it too, the way he melts for you, as you proceed to feed your man a big forkful of flaky crust and sweet syrupy peach. You whisper words into his ear sure to paint pictures in his head that fucking stick. You’ve always known what makes him tick. “I want to fuck you on the beach. Wet sand beneath and blazing sun above, as we make hot passionate love, waves crashing all around us while you pound this cunt with that big fucking dick.”

Of course it works—he groans around the peachy mouthful that you fed him and you flash a wicked smirk, as you pull out the sticky fork. Crumbs of the crust and traces of the fruity filling are still clinging to the tines and your tongue cleans them off with a sensuous lick.

You knew that shit would do the trick. Especially now as you level up your game by dealing his alpha male pride a playful little kick. “But I’m not sure you’ve got the balls to do the dirty out in public.”

Ray gulps down his bite of tart and then glares up at you appalled. He will not stand for such an insult, not at all. “You of all people should know better than to doubt my fucking balls.”

You shrug and roll your eyes, grinding down on the bulge between his thighs. “The closest that you’ve ever come to fucking me in public was a private bathroom stall. Or in my office with the door locked but that doesn’t count as public just because we could hear voices in the halls.”

“Bitch are you really testing me?”

At that you get up off his lap and casually head toward the door with tart in hand and grab your beach bag, which you had already packed. Wink back at him suggestively. “I guess we’ll see.”

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“Is this public enough for you?”

He says it in a huff—grating and gruff, the brush of his beard ever coarser now that salt and sand have stuck into the scruff. You’re both sharply aware that others may be watching and no doubt loving the view. It’s not as if you’re putting on a show on purpose for the world to watch you two, but there’s just such a thrill in knowing passing strangers could stroll by and see your man’s bare backside thrusting viciously while he’s on top of you.

It’s obvious that Ray still hates this place. Clear from the gritting of his teeth and from the grimace creasing up his sweat-streaked face. He hates the scrape of sand beneath you and the brutal beating of the sun above you. But you love when there’s a little bit of hatred in the way that he makes love to you.

Never towards you, of course—rather towards what you make him feel and make him do, which is a whole lot fucking worse. Your presence in his life is such a blessing yet your power over him is such a curse.

For someone so extremely self-possessed, so serious about control that he is honestly obsessed, it’s quite unsettling how readily he lets you take the reins and make him yours.

He steals back some of that control by owning all your holes with feral fucking force.

You haven’t yet answered his question as to whether this beach is public enough for you. Too breathless from just how epic the sex is but when Raymond cups your jaw your eyes flit open and you read answer me slut in his ferocious gaze of blue. You love the way he has no need for words to tell you what to do.

“Mmm, just enough,” you tell him blissfully as his thick cock plows into you savage and rough. He’s always much more than enough but you still want to act as if you won this game you came to play. “Just fuck me on this beach all day. I always knew you had the balls, Ray.”

He shoves deeper into your soaking wet core with a low grunt. Down to the hilt, making you gasp from being so perfectly filled. “You like the feeling of these big huge fucking balls slapping against your slutty cunt? Just like you want?”

“Fuck yes, sir…” you shout out loud enough for all the world to hear it as you hit the heights of pleasure. Fall to pieces as his shaft rails you to bits, and as his skillful fingers tease against your clit, applying just the perfect pressure.

“Take it all,” he growls as his sack tightens and stiff cock begins to powerfully convulse, racing the rhythm of your pulse, all set to paint your inner walls. His lip curls up against your ear in a demanding fucking snarl. “Take all the cum from these big fucking balls, you dirty little girl.”

Oh yes you fucking will, take everything he has to fill, and you will proudly let this man drill you in front of all the world.

He’s more than just a little proud too. Your shameless and openness and riskiness, when it comes to delicious frisky business, is just one of countless things he loves about you.

Raymond Smith is now a much kinkier bastard than he ever was without you.

By the time he’s thoroughly flooded your tight pussy, you’re both sprawled out on the sand loosely, savoring the sensation of his meat inside your heat all slick and juicy. When he at last slides out of you his cum drips out and paints a pearly path across the sand beneath the space between your legs. You’re both reduced to fucking wrecks.

Then as you cuddle through the sun-kissed afterglow, he glances over at the partly eaten peach dessert you’d brought and asks you something he just has to know. “What was even the point of the tart if your plan was to tempt me with sex?”

You smile and give him the innocent answer he probably expects. “Just to butter you up a bit. Knew you would love it.”

Don’t tell him just yet that this tart filled with peach also serves some less innocent subtext: now that your man has finally fucked your pussy on the beach… you’ll soon ask him if he wants to fuck your peach next.

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[spinster-sisters]

Ateez reaction to you riding their thigh? Thank you!

Hongjoong:

To him it's the best thing. He can help you get off while not actually having to stop working lolz. You would be rutting against him being loud as all hell right? Hands clawing down his body and pulling at his clothes. But the whole time he hasn't turned away from his computer screen. I'm not gonna say he's flat out ignoring you cuz he's smirking like a cat who caught the canary the who fucking time but he barely glances at you even once. "Quiet down babe, I can't hear my music" his indifference is only turning you on more, trying so hard to get him to pay attention to you that you're basically screaming. But you sound so good making him painfully hard so after you finally cum he's gonna have you under the desk with his dick in your mouth.

Seonghwa:

To him, it's a punishment. "You don't deserve to my dick after that little stunt you pulled," all you did was give him the silent treatment just to see what he would do and he did NOT appreciate it. He is watching you but he's still disinterested. His eyes are like stone watching as you buck helplessly in his lap and trust me there is no fucking way he is moving. "Please touch me," "no I don't think I will," he fries back on blinking. But you slow down the slightest bit after that, a little dejected he won't have that. "Don't slow down now, I was just starting to forgive you,"

Yunho:

Is the most eager to help? You are tired right? And you really don't have the energy for full fucking but you still want to get off. But you miscalculated, as thigh riding is also quite strenuous. You not too far in, "Yunhooo, please help meee," full whine. He had already been flexing his leg intermittently but he needed a more hands-on approach. Giggles at you and take your hips in his hands and guides your movements. He wants so badly to kiss you but your head is hung back and your moaning lazily. Honestly, it's a beautiful sight.

Yeosang:

I don't think it is super formal. Instead, the two of you were just laying in bed and you happened to have one leg slung over his thigh. At some point, he shifts and it presses into you all too well and your brain fucking stops. Your legs squeeze around his thigh just the smallest bit, but he notices. "It's ok sweetheart, you can get off if you want." But here's the thing, you also incredibly comfortable in his arms, so instead of directly riding his thigh your grinding against it from the laying down position and pressing your face into his chest to hide your embarrassed moans. He thinks it's cute.

San:

He's using it to tease himself. Your sitting, straddled across his lap, hips bucking against his desperately, face already fucked out. But he's getting absolutely no stimulation. It's almost like he's edging himself, watching with hyper-focused eyes on every movement and curve of your body and he's almost panting. And extremely hard. It's only when your hand comes down to palm him over his jeans that he throws his own head back in a moan that could rival yours. "Fuck baby, just like that." San is a professional moaner and from the moment you make contact with his dick he's bucking up into your palm and by extension flexing his thigh against you and it just becomes a beautiful loud sweaty mess.

Mingi:

is blushing. He didn't know his thighs were such a turn-on for you. He's probably covering his face. You take his wrists in your hand and pull them away from his face. He looks at you with wide eyes and you just sort of groan. You're going slow and steady, but the consistent pleasure shooting up your spin is making you red in the face. "You make me feel so good Mingi," you moan into his ear as your head drops to his shoulder. He shorts circuits and makes a pitiful moan, hands clinging to your sides. He is painfully turned on but wouldn't dare interrupt you right now.

Wooyoung:

He doesn't do thigh riding. Not cuz he doesn't want to but he just gets impatient. You barely get started but he's already pulled you by the hips till your grinding directly onto his dick. Yall are just dry-humping at that point. His hands are running up and down your body pulling, even more, sounds out of you and you're mouthing up his neck. It doesn't last long though. "Fuck baby, just come ride me,"

Jongho:

his lips are on yours the whole time. Your kissing in the same rhythm as your thrusts and it's making your head spin. You don't dare speed up because you want this moment to last for a while. The ache in your core is growing exponentially with every movement but you can't bring yourself to pull away. It's only when your both about to run out of air that he breaks the kiss, but only enough to pant for a moment with your foreheads rested together before his hand is guiding your lips back to his own.

[thedevilsdom]

making 5000 year old virgin levi cum in his pants is SUCH a mood. a concept even. sitting on his lap and “accidentally” grinding down against him... acting all shocked and surprised when he cums and starts crying and apologizing, then casually reaching into his boxers and running your fingers through his cum and shushing him by making him clean them up... or just cooing about how much of a messy little boy he is and teasingly stroking him and overstimulating him until he’s huffing and trying to muffle his moans into your shoulder... OR not even responding at all and ending the night as if you never noticed, and he can’t help but get himself off later to the shame and humiliation and desire for u he’s left sitting alone with... so many options

ok here we fuckin go

- Leviathan/Female Reader, ~3k words, Possibly going to be continued as a multi-chap fic

Chapter 2, Chapter 3

Leviathan’s desire to show someone his interests overruled his nervousness and embarrassment every time. He couldn’t find it in himself to care about personal space or boundaries once he got you in his lap, watching as he played his game.

He’s not even really paying attention to you. You can easily tell without even looking that his eyes are flitting across the screen, tracking and locking on to whatever target he’s picked next before his fingers hurriedly press the keys on his keyboard to execute whatever super-special-mega-power-move-combo he’s got planned. Not that you’re complaining. The bright colors of the screen and the gameplay are entertaining enough, plus it’s cute to see Levi all wrapped up in his interests like this. You know that he could stand to have more people around to indulge him like you are now. It’d probably do wonders for his self esteem.

You split your time between looking at the screen, at your D.D.D, and at him. He’s dressed so casually, a graphic t-shirt and a pair of pale gray sweatpants, and a pair of Mononoke Land socks on his feet. It’s endearing how he moves underneath you, tensing up in stressful points in the match, sometimes bouncing his leg or wiggling his toes. You’re not even sure that he knows he’s doing any of it.

He wraps up his match, ending it in a close victory, but a victory nonetheless, just as he’d done in the past three matches you’d sat through. You hear him sigh and flop back against the backrest of his chair, pulling his headphones down to rest around his neck. His spreads his fingers then forms a fist a few times, stretching between matches before he queues up for another. You take the lull in activity as an opportunity, your hand reaching down and stroking the outside of his thigh lightly, just to grab is attention, and he jumps in surprise underneath you.

“Heh, sorry,” You giggle, turning a little so that you can look back and see him, “I just wanted to say thank you for showing me this stuff, it’s pretty fun.”

You swear something short circuits in his head. His eyes are wide, you see his snake-like pupils dilate for a moment before returning to normal, his cheeks are immediately filled with red, his hands twitch uselessly above his keyboard. His eyes dart away from you, lips parting as he stutters out nonsense.

“Wh- I- Um- I- Y-You? Th-thank you- uh- you can play, if you want. I can queue you up for a quick play match and- um- you can play.” He says with a nervous shiver to his voice. You give him a bright, eager smile that stops his heart for just a second,

“Sure! I’ll see if I can do any of the stuff you can, though I dunno if I’ll be that good.” You tell him, watching as he clicks and sets up the queue for a quick play match for you. Your words only make him tense and heat up more.

“Oh, well, uh, that’s- I mean, that’s true, but I-I’m sure you’ll do fine!” He squeaks. You lean forward in the chair, getting your hands situated on the keyboard and mouse, getting ready for the game. Just as you think you might’ve figured out where to put your fingers, you suddenly feel Leviathan’s hand on yours,

“If you lift your palm up like this and curl your fingers a little, it makes it easier to press a different key, if you need to.” He explains. Marveling at the way he so easily maneuvers your hand into a better position, you realize that when he’s in the little realm of his interests, his nervousness just melts away. Though, you don’t bring it up, because you know that if you do, he’ll just be reduced to a stammering mess again. Instead, you give him a nod and a smile, getting ready for the game.

As the screen lights up with the ‘game found!’ screen, Leviathan puts his headphones over your head and leans over your shoulder to watch you play. You can tell that as you rapidly mash buttons and try your best to aim, there are several moments where he wants to backseat-game, but he bites his tongue and doesn’t criticize. As you play you alternate between being just a few inches from the screen, to leaning back against Levi’s chest, to almost standing up from the chair, all thinking that it’d give you a better aim.

Levi, on the other hand, was having a hard time controlling himself. He doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do. He’s seen this kind of scenario in so many hentai before, but he doesn’t exactly want to start taking advice from those, especially when the approval of the person he’s got a crush on is on the line. He’s just hoping that the headphones and sounds of the game are enough to hide his pathetic little whimpers as you unknowingly grind on his erect cocks. He’d never been so turned on by just a little pressure before. It’s getting harder and harder for him to think rationally, but he does know that the combination of him being in sweatpants, plus his ‘double-trouble’ issue, means that it’s going to be nearly impossible for you to not notice if he tries to shoo you out of the room.

Truth be told, you’re already well aware of the situation you’ve wound up in. You could feel something stiff pressing into your ass since the second you’d really started playing, and every little movement on your part has been intentional. You revel in every time Levi tenses up, or when his breath hitches, and in the confused floating of his hands as he tries to figure out where to put them.

When the match concludes with a draw, you let out a defeated sigh and lean back against his chest. His whole body goes rigid.

“Aww,” You huff, dropping your head back against his shoulder. “Do you wanna play? Or should I stay in control?” Your warm breath ghosts across his neck and makes him shiver. He’s struggling to keep from shifting into his demon form, and he doesn’t know how much longer he can last-

With just a little rock of your hips, you make him come undone.

He offers up a deliciously shaky gasp and his hips twitch involuntarily under your own, pushing his stiffness against your ass as sticky cum floods his boxers. You feel him shiver and shudder under you, pathetic little whines being torn from his throat, despite his attempts to keep them in. Finally, with a miserable little sob, his hips drop back down into the chair.

You don’t say a word as you stand up. Just to have his heart leap into his throat, you stay still for a second or two. He doesn’t say anything, still holding on to the hope that maybe you didn’t notice, though, that would be impossible.

His heart stops when you turn around.

Your eyes trail up and down his body. He’s pushed back into his seat, like he’d be able to disappear into it if he tried hard enough. His demon form is out, horns poking the headrest and tail flowing out through a gap in the armrest. His hands are in little fists, pulled up to his chest, and his legs are squeezed shut. Between them, at the crux, is a huge dark spot. If it weren’t for his vocal reaction, you honestly would’ve assumed he’d wet himself, based on the size of the stain alone. You glance up to his face. His eyes are wide, pupils dilated and locked onto you, and his mouth looks like he’s trying to form words, only to give up halfway through. He looks shocked and hurt.

“I’m sorry!” He chokes out just as you were about to speak. “I’m sorry I’m a gr-gross, yucky otaku who can’t-can’t control himself and I-I-I!” His eyes fill with tears, darting around the room as he panics, trying to figure out if he wants you to stay or leave.

“Shh, Levi,” You purr, leaning down over him and touching the waistband of his pants with a finger, “May I?” Eyes looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“It-I- It’s a- a… I’m not… Not normal,” He mumbles, “Down there.”

“Oh?” To his surprise, you don’t sound disgusted or repulsed, you sound intrigued.

“You- you uh, you can, if you want.” Conceding, Levi knows that he wants this, especially if his still aching tent is anything to go by.

“Yeah, but do you, Levi?” You ask, pulling your hands back for a moment, completely willing to either give him a second to think or to turn you away, but he nearly cuts you off with an energetic nod of his head,

“Yes! I-I do want it, I want you to touch me there.” He whines.

“Good boy.”

With a smile, you hook your fingers around the waistband of his pants, pulling them down first. Underneath them is a pair of black boxers, so saturated with cum that they cling to his skin. He flushes impossibly darker, but you only give him an encouraging, pleased grin. Offering a second for him to collect himself, you hold off for just a moment before you continue, slowly taking hold of his waistband and peeling the cloth from him, pulling it down his thighs.

Your eyes are glued to his body as you reveal what he meant when he said not normal. You’d say that that is one hundred percent correct. Coming from a near reptilian vertical slit is a pair of dicks, both distinctly inhuman. They’re ridged, and a dark blue at the shaft, fading into an indigo at the tips, both absolutely dripping with cum. You pause for a moment and Levi immediately starts spiraling,

“I knew you’d think it’s weird! F-forget this, just go, you don’t have to do an-nnMPH?!”

He’s shut up by you swiping up some of his cum on your fingers and pressing them past his lips. The pads of your fingers press down on his tongue, but you don’t force them any more inside, giving him the chance to pull away- which he doesn’t take. Instead, his eyes flutter shut, tongue laving across your fingers and nursing his own cum off of them.

“There’s my good boy,” You offer a docile smile. “Poor thing just couldn’t stop himself from cumming in his boxers, hm? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you wanted this to happen.” You take your fingers back and scoop up some more cum to feed him. In the in between, he mutters,

“N-no, I didn’t want it to happen this way, but…” Levi’s voice trails off, but you can put two and two together.

“Oh? You’ve thought about me touching you like this before?” That lights a fire inside you. “You’ve thought about being my good little boy? I always did think you’d make a good boy for me, Levi.”

“Y-You thought about- about me? Like that!?” He sounds absolutely shocked, and you giggle. “Um! I’ve uh, always- always been i-into you… Since, like, forever ago…”

That’s a confession, you suppose.

“I’ve been ‘into you’ too, Levi.” You push your dripping fingers into his mouth again. “You’re so cute, and I love seeing you get so excited about the stuff you like. I just wish you weren’t so down on yourself.” The backs of your fingers on your free hand stroke up the length of his lower cock, “I’m gonna keep calling you my good boy until you realize that that’s what you are.”

He swallows around you fingers, nodding gently so as to not shake them away. Levi gives pathetic little whimpers around your digits, suckling on them until they’re clean once again. The hand not in his mouth drifts down to his cocks, gently holding them both and slowly starting to stroke them.

“A- Ah!” He squeaks, hips twitching up into your touch. He’s so responsive, with his wide eyes and little sounds, it’s adorable. “That’s! It’s- you’re t-touching my- hhahn!”

“You have such cute reactions,” You purr, “All from me just rubbing your cocks a little bit. Has anyone ever made you feel good like this before, Levi?” You don’t necessarily tell it how it is, because you’re pretty sure that if you outright asked him if he was a virgin, or if you said ‘hasn’t anyone ever jerked you off besides yourself?’ Leviathan would pass out. Luckily though, he doesn’t, and he responds with a mute shake of his head, ‘no’.

With a couple more slow strokes, he gasps, finally allowing his hands to reach out and touch you. They wrap limply around your shoulders, pulling you down and him up, as he nuzzles into your neck to hide his face. The second his heated skin makes contact with your own he shivers.

“Fuck, you’re- I can- you smell really good…” He murmurs against you, “You smell like- like you.”

“You’ve paid attention to what I smell like, Levi?” You see a very clear opportunity to tease him, and of course you take it. “Have you thought about it? Thought about stealing my clothes out of the laundry? You already admitted that you’ve thought of me touching you, there’s no point in hiding.”

“Y-You, uh, it- I- I thought about- hnnn-“ He arches his back and pushes his face further against your neck, “Thought about t-taking your- your shirts and putting them over, uh, over my body pillows,” Leviathan’s voice is an adorable little whine. His confession only makes you want to make him break more. “And I thought about…” He trails off the last part of that sentence.

“What did you think about, Levia-chan?” Hand not stopping on his cock, your voice is a low, sultry purr.

“Y-Your- your underwear… Wanted to- press it against my- ‘n sm- agh! I can’t say it!” He shakes his head, his body shivering. He’s wracked with tremors like a little puppy learning how to walk, it’s cute.

“You wanted to smell my underwear, baby?” Your other hand pets the back of his head for a moment. “What if I take them off right now and press them up against your face? Smother you with them?

He whines, high pitched and reedy. You feel soft lips press against your neck as he gently peppers it with kisses, not really sure what to do but desperate to show you how grateful he is for this. You can feel his fangs ghost over your skin, a threat that he doesn’t even make, and his tongue darting out to lap at your neck. The vibrations of his moans and the heated huffs of breath against you draw out a warm coursing of arousal down your spine.

“Just-! Just like that, your hand is so s-soft, it feels so good, don’t stop, please, don’t stop!” He babbles, interrupted by moans and quick kisses and kitten licks to your skin.

“Is my little Leviathan gonna cum all over my hands?” Deciding not to be too cruel, when he nods his head and whines, you don’t stop jerking him off. “Good, good boy. I want you to cum for me.”

His hips fuck into your hand uncontrollably, rutting and desperate as you feel his thighs quake and his lip tremble against the nape of your neck. His hands grasp blindly at your back, holding onto you as he fucks your fist. His breath hitches again and again, half said segments of words falling from his lips until you hear him go silent for just a split second-

Then he wails.

Leviathan’s voice is high and broken and needy as he finally hits his orgasm, cum spilling out between you, gushing and flooding your hand as his hips shakily thrust forward, fucking his cum into your fist. He hiccups and sobs, riding out his orgasm before slumping back into his seat, though still keeping his head nuzzled into your neck.

Only you don’t stop. Tormenting him with the pleasure filled pain of overstimulation, you keep stroking your cum slicked fist on his cocks. He gasps,

“Ah-hah?! I-I already-! I just came, why’re you- hhah!” Leviathan’s whole body trembles, hips twitching, out of his control. You hum, your movements and tone almost bored, as though you were doing anything other than getting an extremely reactive demon off. “Too much, too much! It- it h-hurts!” Tears spill down his cheeks while he sobs. “Pl-please, pleasepleaseplease-!”

“Please what, Levi?” You’re surprise that he isn’t trying to get away from you, instead mostly staying put while his hips twitch. “Do you want me to stop? All you have to do is ask.”

“Nnn-no! no, no, it’s- ghh- it’s a lot, but- fuck,” All the words he tries to get out are ruined by the tremble in his voice and the rattling of his sobs that shake his whole body. “Gonna cum again, pleeeease, can I c-cum again?”

“Take whatever you need, baby.”

That’s all the permission he needs. He falls headlong into another orgasm, crying and sobbing into your shoulder as the intense pleasure overtakes him and dots swim in his vision, more cum pouring out of his cocks and dirtying your hand.

You- ever caring and careful- let him calm down against you. Leviathan shakes and trembles, breath hitching against your shoulder as hot tears roll down his flushed cheeks.

“You okay, baby boy?” You say, keeping any teasing out of your voice. He mumbles out a little response and nods shyly against you. “Good, take all the time you need, that was really intense.”

With a few deep breaths, he calms down enough to pull away, wiping at his face with the sleeves of his jacket. Just when he thought he might be able to face you, his eyes drift down and he spots the flood of cum that he’d produced.

“You did so good for me,” You lean forward and press your cum soaked fingers to his lips again, letting him suckle on them, giving him something to do.

“I didn’t do anything.” He mumbles.

“Of course you did,” Your fingers press down gently on his tongue, admonishing him, “You and your body are both so honest with me, thank you for letting me play with you, Levi.” He just sighs around your fingers.

You stay in his room for a little while afterwards, resuming your hanging out as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened, once you’d both gotten cleaned up. Watching anime and playing video games until it was late in the night, and only then did you bid Levi goodnight and head off to your own room, wondering how this night was going to affect things between the two of you.

[multifandomthoughts]

Dark King of Desire

MINORS DNI

Requested by: Anonymous

Warnings: Penetration, Dry humping

The rain beats down on the Oro Jackson, lightning and thunder making it almost impossible to sail. But to support your captain and his crew, you stayed outside, gripping the side of the ship. The ship rocks and sways but one thing that doesn’t budge is Rayleigh.

His posture is tight, his voice booming through the storm as he shouts commands, muscles glistening from a mixture of the rain and sweat. His arms bulge as he pulls in the sails, and you have to avert your eyes just so you can focus on the task at hand. You’re soaked, and the only thing you want to do is go inside and dry off. But you have your own work to do. You linger a bit longer to watch him work. He’s just so alluring, the moments turn to minutes and soon you’re all settled in to brave the worst of it. Rayleigh looks over the whole deck to make sure everyone is accounted for, and your eyes meet. You look away quickly, hoping that between the distance and the rain he can’t see your blush.

You swear that his eyes having been wandering just like your own, but to what you can’t figure out. It can’t possibly be you, he has much more important things to do than talk to you. But here he comes, long strides and firm shoulders as if he’s talking to the most powerful person in the world. You shudder to think of what could possibly be so important that he’s coming over here for.

You try and find something to do so you look busy, and end up fiddling with a knot in the rope ladder. “Can I… help you, sir?” You ask politely, not looking at him yet. He looms over you, a serious look on his face but mischief in his eyes. “Seems like I should be asking you that. You were looking at me like you needed my attention for something. Mind telling me what that was?”

Gulping loudly, you begin to try to think of an excuse. It was rude to stare, and you had no idea whether or not he was actually looking at you. “I wanted to go down and lay in my room for a bit…the swaying of the boat was making me feel uncomfortable. But once I made eye contact with you I figured that I had been found out and I had to stay. I felt I had to keep looking at you to make sure I was still required above deck.” You mumble out, trying to look past his exposed chest and look him in the eyes

He nods in agreement with this explanation. “Alright, guess I can excuse that then. But going forward, you can just go ahead and slip below decks even if you see me looking. I’ll make the connection as to why, I’m pretty perceptive. For example, your panties are damp… or was that just the storm?” He asks, grinning devilishly

Your face turns a deep red, understanding the entendre almost immediately. Shaking your head, you take a deep breath before responding with a sly “I don’t know, why don’t you follow me and you can find out?” Letting out a deep belly laugh, you were almost certain that you were screwed. Instead, his strong firm hand clasps yours as he walks you down to your private quarters.

As you’re led inside and get a chance to think things over, you come to the embarrassing realization his innuendo was actually quite correct. Without even realizing, you had indeed become aroused. Mentally setting that aside as a fun surprise for Rayleigh later down the line, you squeeze his hand as you enter your room. Now comes the moment of truth, he called your bluff before so you have to follow through for the sake of your dignity. “Guess I should get out of these wet clothes before I catch pneumonia or something…” you sigh playfully, seeing Rayleigh has already dropped his wet coat and taken a seat on your bed to watch.

Your pants were torn, not from wear and tear but from slashes and stabs. That being said, it made it a breeze to drop them. Sighing, you step out of the soaking puddle around your feet. You bend over, pulling a bandana out of you hair and whip it back, allowing your hair to be free. However, it releases all the water, causing you to shiver slightly. Next was your crop top that you had created yourself; it was too fancy and frilly upon your purchase. As you cross your arms to pull it up and off from the bottom, you glance over to see his reaction. He’s just tapping his finger and giving an easy going smile, as if this means nothing to him. Frowning, you turn around so he’ll have to stare at your back rather than the perky breasts you’re now exposing to the cool night air.

You toss your top over your shoulder at Rayleigh, not even looking at him now. If he wants the show to continue he has to ask, otherwise he better be content with wet fabric. You hear the sound of a weight being removed your bed, then the soft creak of footsteps across the floor, and the next thing you know Rayleigh’s arms are around your waist. “Might if I help with the grand finale?”

You try to act indignant. “Hmph! I don’t see why you should get to, you weren’t nearly appreciative enough of what I’ve done so far.” You haven’t given me one look over, not one compliment, nothing! I might as well let your wet clothes cause you shrinkage. You turn away from him and pout, not letting your true emotions be known.

Rayleigh rest his head atop yours in a pout. “Don’t be like that. I was just being patient; you don’t applaud in the middle of a great concert, you wait until it ends.” It’s a great line, and he knows you liked it. Damn smooth talker… “I guess that logic is acceptable. Fine, I’ll let you do the last bit, but you have to show off for me first. And I’m not turning around until you say something else nice.” You can feel the chuckle ripple through his chest to his jaw, then he leans down to kiss your neck. “If I didn’t have my spirits literally dampened by these clothes I’d be rock hard and dying to feel you… How does that sound?” A delighted shiver runs down your back, and suddenly you’re soaked all over again.

In an impressive feat of strength, he rips off his shirt with only his bare hands. Drops of rain still cling to his smooth chest, a sigh escaping his lips. “I’m at least a little bit warmer now, but now my upper body is cold.” You don’t understand, what does he mean? Oh. Oh. He smirks, watching as you struggle to respond. You decide to tease him one more time. “Then go ahead and lie back on my bed. I’ll handle those pants, and then we’ll see if you even want to sit up again to get me naked?” Now it’s his turn to feel flustered, biting his lip to hold back a devilish grin. “I don’t know, most people can’t handle what I’ve got. But you, sweetheart? You seem like you’ll be a formidable challenge for me.” He coos, throwing hot and heavy words back at you.

“Then lie back and let me feel challenged, stud.” You order, sitting on your knees on the edge of the bed and waiting for his obedience. When he complies your hands immediately dive to his fly and within seconds his pants are around his ankles… and you were so eager you yanked off his underwear too. Leaning over his waist, you’re now staring down the barrel of his sex pistol, and it’s every bit the monster you expect from Roger’s right hand man.

You rub yourself up against Rayleigh’s thigh, kissing him hard. “Does someone want attention? Or are you just going to sit there and make me do all the work?” Firm hands grab your thighs as you squeal, being hoisted into the air and directly onto Rayleigh’s lap. “Ooh, seems I came in for a rough landing…” you jeer, knowing full well what he is doing. “I guess you did my dear, and what are you going to do about it?” He retorts, a sparkle in his eye sending shivers down your spine.

You begin to grind your clothed pussy against his hard length, hoping to making him eat his words. Somehow, he’s going to wish he just shut up. His grip on your thighs immediately tightens, and you can see his brow furrow in concentration. His hips twitch, as if it’s taking a lot of will not to buck and roll against you. Guess he still wants to keep the air of composure. That won’t last much longer.

You can feel how hot and ready his saber is just waiting for you to sheath him. You have to bite your own lip to hide how much fun you’re having with this, and at the rate it’s going you might draw blood before any other fluid.

You run your hand across his cock, it’s warmth evident. Along with your hand on his shaft, you begin to wiggle, pressing into him. “Two can play that game.” He sneers, cupping your bare breasts in his hands. Kneading softly, he carefully runs his thumbs over the gentle buds, eliciting a squeak from you.

As if it couldn’t get any better, he pulls you as tight as he can against his throbbing dick. Every move you make, you can feel it pulse and throb. You stop for a minute, with Rayleigh pressing his face directly into your cleavage. His beard tickles as he gently shifts his face, looking to the left and to the right.

You don’t know how much longer you can wait. You’re not at your breaking point, however, your core aches to have his thick cock inside of you. Even just thinking about him makes your thighs clench, and you feel a damp spot in your panties.

Just as you think you’re about to give in and beg for more, he lets go of your chest and starts pulling at your waistband. Jackpot, he cracked first~ You put a hand over his and tut at him in playful judgment. “Tsk tsk tsk… someone’s run out of patience I see. But these are my favorite panties, so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tear them apart like a wild man, okay?” On wobbly knees you climb off of Rayleigh and bend at the waist to slide the damp garment down your thighs. The fresh air reaching your wet and sensitive nethers is enough to overwhelm you for the moment, and you fall forward onto your hands and knees. Without meaning to, you’ve provided him with the perfect view of your bare sex.

“you know I’m going all out after that torturous foreplay, right?” You give a nod, and hope your body can endure it. That’d be a hell of a way to go out, your corpse being found by your crew mates the next morning with a shattered pelvis and signs of a heart attack from over excitement. But before he enters, you feel his hard cock playfully slide between your asscheeks and down to rub against your folds, causing you to let out a loud moan

Smirking to himself upon hearing your reaction, Rayleigh holds you steady by your waist and slowly presses his way in. He gives a guttural groan at the sensation, while your moan raises in pitch with every inch he buries in you. You push yourself against him, trying to attain more friction. Each inch he puts in adds another layer of pleasure, waves causing you to shudder. Once he is all the way in, he begins with a steady pace and hard thrusts.

Your body shakes with each thrust, your hanging breasts jiggling and swaying as his pelvis claps against your ass. Hands gripping the bedsheets, you try not to get lost in thinking about how deep he’s getting and how full you feel. Pleasure like this had been unimaginable before now, but you don’t want to picture what it would be like if it went away again.

Rayleigh is clearly enjoying himself as well, his grunts and moans soft, but audible enough for you to hear what he says. A curse or an oh god slip out of his mouth every so often, and that turns you on more, quickening your release. Meanwhile, Rayleigh is having an internal struggle of his own, your tight and soaking pussy treating him better than he can recall getting from any other. He wants to enjoy this for as long as he can, but between the mad teasing before and this current euphoria it’s hard to hold the tidal wave back for too much longer.

The two of you continue to rock the bed while the ship rocks in the storm, passion deafening all noise but each other. The wave reaches its crest sooner than you would like but later than you thought with how worked up you were to start with, and Rayleigh hunches over you to keep you close and deep as he finishes. Your orgasmic scream is muffled as he cranes your head back for a deep kiss, and you remain joined at both ends as his pulsing member pumps a hearty load into you.

You sigh, collapsing from exhaustion. Always the gentleman, Rayleigh pulls you up into a comfortable position. “Are you alright?” He questions, a slightly glassy look in his eyes. You gently nod to him and run your hand over his chest with a happy sigh. He pulls the covers over you two, and wraps an arm around your shoulder. What an end to the night.

[peachsayshi]

Chapter 5 - Edge

Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

Tags: Friends with Benefits, Smut, Orgasm Delay / Denial, Edging, Basically Sex with Gojo lol is that enough of a tag? 

Summary: After breaking your first rule, you and Gojo give into your desires. 

A/N: I haven't written smut like this in a while lol so I hope this chapter turned okay, I am getting back into writing smut after a very long time away from writing lol- I know things seemed kind of rushed but I promise I am building up to something.

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Gojo carried you in his arms, your tee had been tossed aside leaving you in just your bralette and jeans. He made his way over to his bedroom, your legs wrapped securely around his torso as your fingers gently trailed along his strong jawline while you continued kissing him. Gojo didn’t miss a step as he entered his private quarters, holding onto your back as he gently laid you down on his comfortable mattress.

His duvet enveloped you, the material soft against your skin. When he released you from his kiss, a smirk spread across that handsome face and you realized that his mouth was stained in red.

The sight of you beneath, your lips swollen and rouge lipstick smudged, prompted him to bite his lip with satisfaction as he proceeded to bring his hands up to your chest.

“You look so fucking hot right now…” he complimented, nodding with approval as he kneaded your tits.

You tilted your head away, a shy giggle escaping you, not wanting him to see your flustered  reaction. The response was enough to make his dick twitch from underneath his pants. He buried himself back to the crook of your neck, his tongue tasting your skin, moving down to your collar bones and peppering you with kisses.

You wanted to feel his body on yours. You clung onto his shirt, tugging it to grab his attention.

“ Take this off .”

Gojo obliged, removing the piece of clothing and giving you a perfect view of those muscles. You reached for him, pulling him back in for a kiss while your hands trailed down his chest and over the lines of his hard abdomen until you reached for the button of his pants. You could feel how hard he was and you moaned into his mouth as you began undoing the button to let his cock spring free.

Gojo grabbed both your wrists with one hand, before pinning them above your head and stopping you from moving on any further.

“Patience, angel,” he stated, his free hand tugging at your bralette and exposing your breast for him. “You’re not ready for me, yet.”

You groaned in frustration, rubbing your legs together because you were already wet for him. You hated how the man got a kick out of making you come multiple times before even letting you have a chance at him.

Hands still pinned above you, Gojo began flicking his tongue along your nipple before biting down with his teeth. He tugged at it gently, before sucking and traveling around the soft skin, ready to mark your chest. He brought his knee between your legs and separated your thighs, pinning himself into you and indicating that you could rub against him.

You rolled your hips into him, grateful for the pressure as your body desperately rocked against his knee. The stimulation was enough to help you relieve yourself but just as you felt the momentum building up for your release, Gojo stopped what he was doing.

He straddled above you, adjusting his position so he was on top of you and leaving you with nothing to grind against. He let go of your wrists to remove the bralette you were wearing instead, all before bringing his hands to undo your jeans.

“I think we should take these off, don’t you?”

You nodded your head, lifting your hips up as he slipped off the material from your legs. His hands roamed along your waist, down your stomach until it reached your underwear. He hooked his fingers around the flimsy string of your panties to take it off so you were naked beneath him. His mouth watered at the sight of your legs, your slick stringing onto the discarded lace material and painting your inner thighs, practically coaxing him to dip his fingers into the honey pot.

Gojo dropped your underwear onto the floor, “ look at you …you are already so wet for me,” he purred, bringing his hands to your knees and spreading you wide for him.

“Mhmm, just for you, Satoru…” you replied, your voice breathless as you watched him plant kisses on your legs.

“Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me when you talk like that,” he groaned as he settled his face at your entrance and you could feel his hot breath between your sex as you lifted up on your forearms to stroke his white hair.

“Do you want me to use my tongue or my fingers?” he questioned.

“Do that thing you did the last time…” you whispered, biting your bottom lip at your request.

Gojo loved hearing the way your tone changed when you were in bed with him. Everything came out softer, more sensual and your neediness only fueled his desire to please you in any which way he can.

With one long stroke, Gojo flicked his tongue along your slit. You felt him slide one of his fingers inside you, inserting painfully slowly as his mouth proceeded to find your clit.

You hummed with pleasure, your fingers clinging to his hair as he sucked on your swollen pearl. Then he slipped in a second finger, adding more pressure this time as he curled his digits upward and increased his speed.

Gojo had a very specific way he liked to eat you out. He never rushed when he did it, making the process unbelievably torturous. He always worked your clit first, while his fingers would stretch you from the inside. He did this until you trembled against him and then he would switch things around. Those big hands and slender digits  were a definite plus when it came to pleasuring you. He can’t even count how many times he’s had you come undone by his touch. Releasing his fingers from inside you, Gojo then buried his tongue between your legs to fuck you with his mouth. The hands that were working your sex were moving in quick circular motions over your tender bud instead.

Your back arched, the pressure winding you up to the point where you were gasping to catch your breath. Your hands reached behind you, clutching onto the pillow as you closed your eyes. You felt a shiver run up your spine, sending goosebumps down your arms as you wailed. With Gojo’s tongue probing into you and lapping up your juices, you found yourself rolling along with his movements with your legs wrapping tightly around his shoulders as he continued working his divine magic.

“Oh, fuck , fuuuck… that feels soo good! Mmm don’t stop, I’m so close…I’m so close…”

A dark chuckle escaped Gojo’s lips, the vibration enough to push you over the edge. Then he began slowing down his pace, a wave of disappointment rushing through when you realised that he was pulling away from you.

“ Noo… ” you begged, but that shit eating grin on his face indicated that he had no intention of getting you off easily.

You were shaking beneath him, eyes darkening with despair as he hovered his body over yours. His mouth glistened with your arousal and even though you couldn’t see his eyes, you could feel your body burn at the sight of him watching you. He brought the fingers that were deep in your pussy to his mouth, where he cleaned himself off which didn't help your riled state.

“ Satoru… ” you begged but he interrupted you with a kiss.

You moaned with frustration as you tasted yourself on his tongue, pulsing between your legs as you were desperate to have him finish what he started.

“I can’t get enough of this pussy, you know that?” he murmured into your lips, continuing to wind you up. “I could eat you out for hours…”

“ Please…”  

“You’re so desperate to come, aren’t you, baby? I guess that’s what happens when I’ve been spoiling you this whole time…”

He proceeded to take off his pants, tossing them to the side along with his boxers until he was sitting in front of you in all his naked glory. Your mouth went dry at the sight of his erection but rather than return to his position, Gojo leaned back and proceeded to wrap his fingers around his long member.

“You can’t expect me to do all the work,” he said with a smirk.

You got on all fours, crawling your way to his lap and placing your hand around his.

“You’re such a tease…” you groaned, as Gojo released his hold on himself to tuck his fingers under your chin.

He tilted your head up slightly, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. “Look who's talking. Now put that pretty mouth of yours to good use…”

Your pussy ached but you knew if you played along to what he wanted then he would give you the release you were dying for. You pumped his cock gently, your thumb stroking the pink head before bringing it down to the base. You leaned forward to take him into your mouth, swirling your tongue on his tip before sucking it gently.

Gojo closed his eyes, a blissful groan escaping him as he reached for the back of your head to gather your hair, keeping it away from your face. He hissed when you started taking in his length, inch by inch, reciprocating his torment by slowly moving up and down his member.

“It’s like my dick was made for you,” he murmured, his grip strengthening as he held you close to him.

Your cheeks hollowed and you felt yourself dripping down your legs thinking about him inside you. You bobbed your head up and down, as one hand stroked the base of his cock. Meanwhile, your free hand naturally trailed down your stomach, reaching for your clit as you slowly began taking care of your own needs. Gojo’s eyes were hooded but when he noticed you moan into your own touch, he pulled you away from him with slight force, nearly making you gag as he released his dick from your throat. His other hand latched onto your wrist, pulling it away from between your legs as he clicked his tongue in disappointment.

“Now who said you can touch yourself?” he questioned before pushing you onto your back.

“I’m- I’m sorry …” you mewled, not enjoying the fact that he was denying you of your orgasm.

“That’s not going to work on me right now,” he rebutted, inserting two fingers back inside you as his thumb pressed against your clit.

You squeezed around him, he wasn’t making any movements just frustrating you even further by drawing out this evil game.Tears pricked your eyes, glossing over your hazy view as you looked up at your devious friend.

“Touching yourself in my presence, that’s a fucking insult…” he repeated, speaking sternly as if he was scolding you. All the while you felt his thumb slowly circle your zone, his fingers retracting to his knuckle before pumping back inside you. “You can fuck yourself silly when I’m not around but there is no way I’ll allow you to deny me the pleasure of making you scream my name… ”

With that statement, you felt Gojo slide himself out of you, his hand palming your sex while his thumb worked your clit. You were getting dizzy, the intensity building inside your core was more than you can handle. You needed to come so bad, you couldn’t even think straight. You were so sensitive to his touch that you knew you could barely hold on if he kept working you this way. A tear streamed down your face, your lips parting as painful gasps escaped you. You would much rather have him leaving you weak by giving you orgasm after orgasm than have him do this.

“ Satoru, unhhhh…I can’t - I can’t wait any longer, please, fuck…please, I need you in me…”  

Your body was glistening, trembling from the sheer pleasure he was putting you through. The man reached for his side drawer, pulling out a condom and ripping it open with his teeth.

He saw the relief in your eyes as he slid on the rubber material, before returning his attention back on to you. He placed his fingers around your throat, his thumb stroking the same place he kissed you earlier when the two of you were sitting in his living room. He spread your thighs, lubricating himself with your wetness as he slid his dick between your folds.

“There’s a good girl, you’re almost ready for me…” he said with a pleasured laugh, his other arm circling behind you as he adjusted position.

He drew your body into his so you both were laying side by side. Your leg was thrown over Gojo’s hip as his body melded into yours, your chest pressed into his torso as he worked his length between the lips of your drenched cunt. Gojo was barely hanging on now. You were panting in his ear and the electricity coming off of your writhing body was sending him over the edge. The tip of his cock found your entrance and he held your hips as he thrust himself inside you.

“ Ohhhhh… .” you sang, a moan escaping you as your nails dug into his back. He was only halfway in when he paused to capture the sight of you in front of him, before pushing a little further so you could feel him pulsing against your walls.

“Ready?”

“I’m going to lose it if you don’t fuck me right now…” you spoke, your voice trembling as your hands gripped onto his shoulder and you felt him roll you onto your back.

A cocky grin plastered his face. This was feeding his ego in a way that you wouldn’t even comprehend. You were insatiable, and he was the only person who can gratify you at this very moment.

With one hard thrust you felt him push his way inside you.

A gratified reply escaped you, “Fuck, yeeees …”

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you…” Gojo replied, his words raspy and dripping with lust.

Your back arched off the mattress, squealing in response as he started fucking you. One of his arms reached for the headboard behind him, his muscles tensing while his other hand held down your hips. His knees were keeping you open for him as he thrusted deep into you. Something primal began taking over and his movements became more erratic. Your legs were growing weak, the pressure in your lower abdomen causing your entire body to throb for him. You hooked your fingers around one of his wrists, gripping onto him for support. You were moaning his name and he quickened his pace, his hand dropping from the headboard and moving to ground you by the waist. The sounds of your mutual pleasure surrounded his room as he fucked you deep and so, so good.

“ Come for me…” he ordered, rolling his hips around you and eliciting a whimper in response.

You’ve never felt like this before, your whole body electric as you lost yourself to the passion of this intimate moment. Your orgasm erupted through you hard and fast, bursting between your legs as you coated his dick with your arousal. You can tell he was close because he was losing his momentum. After a few more thrusts, you felt him groan, holding your hips up for him as he finally came inside you.

Gojo pulled out of you, taking a second to catch his breath as he removed the condom and tossed it into the trash. He rolled over on his back, the two of you lying naked next to each to gather yourselves. You were trembling, the muscles in your legs twitching from your release. It’s been so long since you’ve had someone touch you like this, since you’ve had someone inside you, and Gojo…

The sorcerer rolled onto his side, his hand cupping your face as he turned you towards him.

“Are you doing okay?” He asked, his voice slightly hoarse but he was studying you with curious eyes.

You were a beautiful mess in front of him; lipstick smudged across your chin, lips swollen from his kisses, your neck marked by him and your legs glittering with your arousal.

You nodded your head, “yes…”

Gojo kissed your cheek before making his way over to the bathroom. You could hear the tap running, and took a minute to close your eyes as you allowed your body to relax.

When he emerged, you noticed that his face was clean and he had a wet towel in his hands as he approached you. He sat in front of you, lifting the towel to your face as he gently wiped your mouth and chin before proceeding to make his way between your legs.

“Well, I’ve never done that with you before…” he said, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks as he cleaned you up.

You giggled, your heart warmed by his sweet gesture.

“That was… wow ,” you sighed, placing your hand on his shoulder as he finished wiping you down. “I can’t remember when I last had fun like that…”

He placed the towel on the table, his arm circling around your waist as he pulled you close to him.

“I know, I’m good…”

You rolled your eyes at him, seeing him return to his usual self.

“But you,” he continued, planting a gentle kiss on your lips. “You are a goddamn sight to watch, angel…”

You parted your lips in response, deepening the kiss as your hands roamed to the back of his head.

“How about another round before dinner?” He requested, his fingers already moving to your aching core. “I’d like to have my dessert before my meal…”

- CHAPTER 6: FESTIVAL - 

[starryseung]

bang chan + pregnancy kink

◜13 kinktober◞

! : 1.2k , soft sex , switch!chan , crack , unprotected sex , dirty talking (kinda)

chan strokes his hand through your hair, giggling at the scenes of a rom-com playing on the television in the far end of the room. you’re nuzzled up against his side, clinging onto him like a koala with your hands and legs draped around his waist. just when the lead actor contemplates his decision to kneel down and propose to his crush, the screen shifts to an advertisement, making both of you groan and shift in your seats.

“just let him propose her! now she’ll have to wait for this whole ad to end for him to ask her out, god.” you throw your head back, closing your eyes as you grumble at nothing. chan chuckles, getting up from his seat to grab more snacks for the rest of the movie.

when he returns, you snuggle back up to him, this time shifting in his lap as you place the packet of chips in yours. this was one of the rare vacations chan got, and since it had been a while since his last one, you decided on binging some movies; and because you’d watched a horror movie, chan suggested watching a comedy movie after, so you don’t get scared. (although, we all know who it’s actually for)

chan smiles as he looks down at you wearing his hoodie, almost drowning in the material. you hum in satisfaction when the movie starts again, resuming to the scene you were anticipating for the most. and when the main lead kneels down, fishing for something in his back pocket.

“yes, finally!!” you squeal, almost jumping in chan’s lap as he pulls out a small box from his pocket, your eyes twinkling at the scene unfolding on the screen. chan shakes his head at your amused form, squirming a little under you into a better position: where you’re not wriggling right above his dick. there’s total silence in the room, the only sounds from the speakers.

“sophia, will you mar—”

“yes sophia! say yes to him! oh my god this is the dream— don’t just stand there you dumbass say yes!” you squeal, holding your knees close to your chest as you watch the scene with a little too much investment, while chan has a hard time behind you as you fidget above him, biting his lip when you shift to seat yourself right above his crotch, your ass pressed against the growing bulge in chan’s pants.

"y—y/n, stop moving,” he meeks out, holding you still by your hips so you stop moving altogether for once. realization hits you like a train, when you realize what was happening behind — and under — you, chan’s fingers digging into your skin as he tries to shift his eyes away from you.

you smirk to yourself, turning back around to mute the the television as chan loosens his hold on you, slumping back on the couch while you quickly remove your panties. you turn around to fully face him, placing your hands on his chest as you coo at his confused expression.

“awh, channie couldn’t hold himself back for a little longer? did you become so desperate just because i was sitting in your lap?” you pout, pointing your finger at his chest. your boyfriend can only whine at your words when you slowly start moving your hips on his hardened cock under you, grinning when his eyes flutter shut.

thankfully, he was just in his hoodie and boxers today, so there was only one layer of clothing separating you from him. you move yourself to and fro on his growing erection, feeling his hard-on push against your cunt. you feel his wetness ooze out on his underwear, a visible patch forming on his dark coloured boxers. you rest your support on him fully, your own wetness leaking out on him as chan bucks his hips in you, hands resting on your hips as he pushes you further against his clothed dick, whimpering when you roll your hips down on him.

“f—fuck, y/n,”

he moans pitifully, hips rising up to meet yours as he cums in his boxers, eyebrows knitting at the immense pleasure coursing through his veins.

he holds you on him for a couple moments, before pushing you off and placing you beside him, still in post-orgasmic daze. you watch him as he pushes off his soiled boxers, tossing them onto the floor before climbing above you, tangling his fingers in yours as he grinds down on your bare heat, your fingers fisting around his stronger palm. his hand reaches down to rub himself against your dripping folds, and you jolt when he prods at your hole, slowly easing himself into you, taking his time as he fills you up.

it’s as if you two have switched positions, except chan isn’t actually teasing you— he slowly pushes into you, as if you were fragile glass, and he slowly pulls out, pushing back in before rolling his hips in you, his face nuzzling into your neck as he sighs out.

you detach your hand from his, snaking your fingers down to ghost them above your clit, drawing small patterns against yourself as you moan, bucking your hips into his. he whines when he feels you clench around him, his movements faltering in you as before he picks up his pace by a notch, thrusting into you quickly.

“shit, ch—chan,” you moan out, feeling him stretch you out further as he fucks harder into you, skin slapping against each other when he thrusts into you balls deep, feeling your walls tighten around him occasionally.

he whines against your skin, letting you know he’s close, and you wrap your legs around his legs weakly before pushing your feet against his hips, pushing himself deeper in you as you both moan out loud. he stops his movements, bringing his head up to face you, and you cut him off before he says anything.

“come in me chan, p—please,” the last words come out a broken whine, his hips snapping into you when he pulls out, a guttural growl leaving him. his lips seal shut, mind revolving around the fact that he was going to fuck you full of himself, images of his thick white seed dripping down your folds flashing in his mind as he finds himself cumming in you at the mere thought, his warmth filling you up to the brim. you clench around him at the feeling of his hot juices filling you up, dripping down on the couch as you feel the knot in you loosen, your juices covering him buried deep in you as some forces out.

you’re still catching your breath, when chan wipes up the beads of sweat collected on your forehead. “that was hot,” he giggles, kissing your jaw before pulling out of you. you wince, flopping onto the couch before your eyes flick to the still-running movie.

“they already fucking divorced?!”

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a/n; this is officially the longest i've written so far hjsdfkshg thanks to @childish-dreams1204 for helping me out with this ;)

[spikesbimbo]

Maneater

♢ make you work hard, make you spend hard, make you want all of her love.

Paring: timeskip,sugar daddy!yaku x f!reader

Tags: established relationship, sugar baby!reader, overstim, face riding, squirting, anal play (fingering) , nipple play,  spanking, pussyjob

wc: 1.7k

a/n: italics is him speaking russian

♢ ♢  for the ditsy ‘n diamonds collab.!

18+ minors dni

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“C’mere pretty girl, lemme see.” He said, leaning back onto the bed frame. Arms spread out waiting for you to walk out of your closet, eyes focused on the view of his penthouse while he waited. Time ticking by slowly on his watch as he grew more impatient by the second.

“Like this, daddy?” Your voice breaking him out of his trance, head turning to see you. Eyes instantly locking on your figure, body clad in pretty silk as you made your way towards him. Twirling as you bent over, hands already reaching for your ass. 

“Yeah….fuck.” Licking his dry lips, mouth being embarrassingly open the whole time. Having no shame, eyeing up your pretty little cunt, so soft and wet for him. 

Hes been so good to you; buttering you up, happy girls fuck better. Doesn't like seeing his baby all sad and mopey so he gives you his card and tells you to go wild with it. Coming back home, clinging onto his arm as he walked you to his car, the chilling wind not bothering you with his coat resting on your shoulders.

 Grabbing your ring covered hand in his, resting on your thigh, making no effort to reach further but you still felt your nerves rise. Pretty little pussy all wet from getting so excited. Showing him off the new clothes you got, putting on a little runway show for him. Cunt peeking out from that tiny dress he bought you, no panties as usual.. 

“Want me to kiss it better, baby?” His gentle words tingling into your ear, hands sneaking there way up your dress. “Want daddy to eat that little cunt until you can't think anymore? Just ask, sweetheart. C’mon, beg.” His hands trailing up your thighs as you stood over him, chin resting on your stomach as he looked up at you, feeling your squirm in his touch. Nervously smiling as you tried your hardest to speak under his gaze.

“Y-yes please, yaku.”

“You want it that bad, sweetheart? He asked, running the tip of his fingers over you slit, letting out a mumbled squeal as you stumbled into him. Pulling you onto his lap, thighs resting around his as you led his hands all over you, not being able to resist the little moan escaping your mouth as he adjusted his knee. Grin widening as you hid your face into his collar.

“Mhmm.” you whined, curling your hands into him, newly done nails leaving imprints behind as your tennis bracelets dangled onto his chest.

Leaning back onto the bed as he dragged you with him, straddling his hips as he lifted your tiny little dress above your head, tossing it the side, seeing the mess you were already making on his pants. “Fuck, you’re so wet. That all for me?

Sheepishly nodding, head face his chest as his gaze never left you, hands resting on the top of your thighs. “C’mere baby, want you to sit that little cunt on my face.”

“W-wha-” His words throwing you off guard, the way he could say that so shamelessly making your thighs clench together.

“Don't make me spank your pretty ass of yours until you're a crying mess again.” His impatience rising once more, dragging you up there. Body not resisting as his breath was blowing on your clit, whimpers leaving your mouth as you jerked in his hold.  

“Such a baby, desperate for my attention but you don't even know how to act when you get it. I don't have to take days off for you, but I do. You're such a spoiled little thing, aren't you princess?”

“N-no, no im not!” Eyes stinging with tears as you embarrassingly got wetter.

“Really?” he mumbled into your clit, his ring covered working its way up your thigh, the tingling sensation the cold making you shiver. “Because you sure act like one.” His fingers teasing at your entrance as you were already sobbing, soft lips kissing your needy cunt. Hands gripping onto the headboard, supporting your trembling body.

Cries leaving your mouth as his groans were not helping, the vibrations along with the feeling of feeling full, but not full enough had you growing greedy. A squeal escaping your lips as his middle finger made its way into your ass, shoving his finger all the way in until his knuckles were pressed against your flesh, curling into you ruthlessly, shaking hand moving down to grip his hair. “ya-” 

Feeling his smile under you, shameless grinding on his face, cilt rubbing between his nose and lips as you desperately tried to get yourself off. “y-yak-, daddy. m’gonna -cum”

His fingers fucking into both of your holes, thrusting into you so hard your body is moving with them. His other hand grabbing you tits, pinching your nipples while his mouth was abusing your clit. Head falling back, eyes rolling with it, incoherent words coming out as your body froze, hands still moving as your body twitched. Losing sight and all other senses for a few seconds, only feeling yourself fall into him, chest resting on his head.

“Fuck pretty girl, you just came all over me.” He groaned, eyes lingering on your fucked out body. “Such a messy little girl, sweetheart.” 

“Want more, want you daddy, please” you croaked out into his ear.

“You want daddy’s cock that badly, baby?”

“Yeah…” You whimpered, voice all soft and sweet now. Mind foggy with lust as you gripped onto him.  “Please yaku.”

He flipped you over, body being compliant with him as he pushed your knees to your chest, pulling his boxers down enough to free his cock. Eyes trying their best to stay open while he used his hand to stoke it a few times, standing straight up against his stomach. 

Sliding his hands up along your sides, thumbs grazing over your nipples grabbing the soft flesh in his hands, bringing his lips down to them. Placing kisses all over, tongue wrapping around your nipple, your dainty gold necklace getting caught up in his mouth, teeth gently tugging on both of them. A line of spit breaking as he pulled away. Keening at the sensation, heavy weight resting on your stomach as you felt his cock grow against you. 

Sliding his length along your soaked cunt, the wetness making it glisten, the tip nudging your clit and teasingly tapping your hole with every thrust. His hand lifting up your thighs, pulling you closer to him, hearing your whines as you shamelessly rutted your hips into his. 

“Aww, baby…  you gonna cum just from that,?” Shaking your head fastly, words not coming out quick enough as your hands grabbed onto his.

 “Feeling empty?” As if he read your mind, not surprising you in the slightest. “You need daddy to take care of you in every way don't you, hm?” He said angling his cock down and shoving the tip into your cunt, barely fitting inside.

Your body convulsing at just the touch, pure need overtaking you as you shoved yourself the rest of the way down his cock. A cry of pain and pleasure leaving your mouth as you felt his hand slap against your thighs. 

“Though you said you were gonna be a good girl. I was gonna take my time with you, but I guess not anymore….Gonna make them tears fall pretty again.”

His hands gripping you tighter as he started thrusting into you, already sounding so lewd. You moans roaming around the room, wet slapping sounds getting him harder as your back arched. Blood rushing to your head, trying to find the orgasm that was so close. Shuddering as his pace got relentless, quickly sliding into and out of you, his tip barely being out before his balls slapped your ass. 

“D-da-”

“No, baby..” he groaned, trying to hold himself back. “Not until daddy says you can.”

Eyes watering as your muscles tightened up. Hands moving to his neck, sliding up to his hair. Knuckles going white as your grip didn't loosen, trying to catch your breath as he kept fucking the gasps out of you.

"Fuck-" You whimpered, trying to stay still as he rutted into you faster, fingernails matching your knuckles. "I- can’t daddy, i can't!" you choked out. Head falling back once again, vision going black.

 “d-daddy, please…” you whined, opening your eyes to catch his. Pretty little pout on your face as he moved his lips to yours. 

“What? You gonna cum, baby?” His hot breath whispered into your mouth..

“B-but you said…” You sobbed, tears making your mascara run all over the place. “Please yaku, need it... need to c-ah, cum…”

“Be a good girl, and cum for me baby.” Your hesitantness easily caught by him, the look of worry in your eyes, not fully understand if what you heard was right.

His hand grabbing your jaw, turning your head to make you look at him. “Cum”

Back arching at the words, the same feeling all over again.. His thrusts not stopping, hips still slamming into yours. The feeling of overstimulation making you shake and cry, rocking back and forth until he can feel the wet heat dripping between you two. 

Finally pulling back as your body was limp under his, flipping you over again now resting on his chest. Leaning against the bed frame as you curled up into him, still looking unpleased after he made you cum for the 3rd time.

“Why are you still pouting, hm?”

“I- im not.” You said trying to hide your face, lips puckering up more.

His gaze on your made you ease up, looking into his eyes, heat rising into your face as you opened your mouth. “You pulled out ...“

“Oh my god, baby.” He said pulling you towards him, pushing back slightly. “Stop, daddy.” You said, trying to assert yourself, looking like the prettiest mess he's ever seen in his life. “You know how I feel.”  

He looked down into your sad, pleading eyes feeling his lips pull up in  smirk, dick already growing hard again at the thought. Fuck you were so cute. Leaning down into your ear, voice hot and raspy as he muttered out.

“Okay, princess. I’ll give you what you want, but…. you have to do something for me first.”

[xxxsweetdreamzxxx]

warnings/tags: dom!wonho sub!reader, fluff, smut, fanfic; cursing, railing, unprotected sex, hook up, size kink, other types of filth

summary: your first encounter with your new nextdoor neighbor turns steamy

word count: 2k

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Had this dream and decided that Wonho was a good fit to replace the rando my mind made up. Didn't require much editing, so this is straight from my messed up subconscious. Hope you enjoy!! ;>

and yes, I am a certified Wonho simp. (′ꈍᴗꈍ‵)

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You glanced up past the tops of the skyscrapers of Manhattan at the gray sky and sighed, pulling your coat tighter around you in the cool air. Seeing the older structure that was your apartment building in front of you, waves of relief washed through you. Getting excited to head inside and warm up a little, you thought: 'Another day of work over, time to relax.' But as you neared the entrance, you heard a voice behind you. 

"Goddamn." A man muttered under his breath. "What's your name?" He said a little louder so you could hear, his tone indicating obvious interest. 

Fighting back a sigh and without looking his way, you replied: "Sorry, I'm not interested."

Despite wanting to desperately go inside, you turned and headed back the way you came, thankful he didn't follow. You figured it wasn't a good idea for him to know where you lived. Once out of sight of your building, you decided it was probably safe to head back.

Approaching your building for the second time, you could see no one stood outside the building, so you entered. Heading up one flight of stairs onto the second floor, you made your way into the hallway and to the second door, reaching into your pocket for your keys. Unlocking your apartment door, you went in and closed the door behind you. 

Glancing around, you could see your bed in the corner, the small two-person couch against the opposite wall, and the kitchenette near the door that consisted of only a mini fridge and tiny stovetop. The wall furthest from the door had a window with it's curtains drawn to the sides, letting natural light in. A door along the wall with the couch lead to your bathroom. You didn't mind living in a one room apartment much, its location was amazing - and something you cared more about then the square footage. 

Setting your keys down on top of the mini fridge, you changed into some more comfortable shorts before moving towards the couch, reaching for the remote that was on the armrest as you sat down. Flipping on the TV situated across from you, you turned on the show you were watching last night before bed. Taking place in the 1920s or so, it was about some rich influential family and their daily lives. Of course, more drama filled than it would've been in reality. One of the younger couples in the family had been slowly growing closer, and you were just waiting for them to hook up. You secretly hoped today's episode would deliver. 

To your delight, it didn't take long for the episode to go where you wanted, with the couple locking themselves in a bedroom late at night and climbing onto their canopy bed. The girl's soft moans made you turn down the volume and pray to god that no one could hear anything through your thin apartment walls. It began to pour outside your window, thankfully drowning out some of the noises coming from your TV. You curled yourself up in a ball and watched the semi-pornographic scene play out, feeling satisfied in the direction the show was going.

You were so wrapped up in the show that it took a second for you to process that the sound you heard was a knock at your door. 

"Fuck." you hissed under your breath, scrambling to pause the show on a frame that wasn't too suspicious. 

You left the remote on the seat you'd been sitting on and hurried over to the door, which didn't have a peep hole so there was no way to see the person on the other side. 

"Yes?" You question through the door. 

A man's voice answered. "Sorry to bother you, but I forgot the key to my apartment nextdoor and got caught in the rain on the way back from work. I don't have anything out here to dry off with and my roommate doesn't get back until a few hours from now. Could I please borrow a towel?" 

He sounded familiar somehow, you felt like you'd heard his voice recently but couldn't place where. He did sound desperate...

You opened the door. The poor guy was drenched and shivering, and looked at you in embarrassment. His expression then seemed to turn to recognition of some kind. Even though the way he carried himself seemed sweet and innocent, he was tall and you could tell that under layers of winter clothing was nothing but muscle. Despite feeling a little uneasy being alone with such a large man, you beckoned him to come inside. 

You took in his appearance further as he hesitated a bit before doing so. His wet dark hair was plastered flat across his forehead, his equally dark eyes looked tired. His red cheeks and nose stood out against his pale skin, and you wondered how long he'd been out in the cold. Even in such a disheveled state, his perfect visuals made you feel flushed in the face. He was prettier than any man - no, person - you'd met before.

"I- I'm y/n by the way." You wanted to slap yourself for stuttering. "You can stay here until your roommate gets back, I'd hate for you to be standing in the hallway the whole time." 

"I'm Hoseok," The man replied, "and I can't thank you enough." He smiled gratefully at you, making your heart skip a beat. 

You averted your gaze to quickly duck into the bathroom, getting him a towel. You gave it to him and showed him where he could sit on your couch, the seat next to where you'd been sitting before.  You could notice he was still shivering after sitting down. 

"Would you like some hot tea to warm you up?" You asked. 

He gave you another grateful smile. "Yes." 

You headed over to the kitchenette to heat up some water, pulling out two mugs for your tea. You continued the conversation, talking about work, the weather, city life, etc. until before long you'd finished making the tea and headed back to the couch to keep talking, sitting down next to him. 

You learned he was a mailman of all things, and funnily enough he delivered mail to the building you both lived in. He'd moved in with his roommate only recently, an old friend from high school. You'd met the roommate a few times, out in the hallway and such. You had no idea a second person had moved in.

Then there was a pause in the conversation, and his eyes drifted over to the TV. He noticed that it was on, but paused. 

"What you watching?" He asked in a teasing tone. 

"Oh, ummm," you trailed off, "It's nothing."

"Can I see?" He teased further, a slight smirk on his lips. "Its nothing bad is it?" 

"No, I just forgot to turn it off." You say quickly. 

At that, you went to grab the remote where it lay, on the opposite side of you than he was. A bit surprised by your quick motions, he tried to reach over you to grab it and press play, curiosity overtaking him. Trying to reach that far caused him to lean over quite a bit, too much. Nearly collapsing on top of you, the weight of his body pushed you down onto the couch underneath him. You yelp in surprise. 

Completely engulfed in his shadow, you look up at him, who seems equally surprised by the awkward position he got you both into. He held himself up with his arms on either side of you, but didn't climb off. You can see blush across his cheeks, your own face feeling hot. Something in his previously sweet and tired eyes changes, and his eyes move down to your lips. 

The next thing you know, your lips are crashing against his, and he pulls you into an upright position, placing you on his lap. He runs his fingers through your hair; neither of you stopping to take a breath. You can feel your panties already starting to get damp, clinging to your clit. Moaning softly against his lips, you began to grind your hips against his, feeling a growing bulge underneath you. Seeing this as an invitation, he swiftly picks you up and starts moving you across the room in the direction of your bed. 

Without unlocking his lips from yours, he splayed you out across your bedsheets beneath him. The feeling of being trapped under him only makes you wetter. He begins to grind his hips in rhythm with yours, the fabric of your shorts and his pants brushing against each other. His hands begin to feel you up, finding every curve on your body through your clothes. He then takes them down to the waistband of your shorts, wasting no time in using it to pull them off, along with your panties. 

He then tugs impatiently at your shirt, and you help him to remove it before placing your hands on his belt, fumbling with the clasp. He tugs his shirt over his head before helping you to remove his belt and then his pants. You use your own hands to explore his abdomen, feeling his hard abs between your fingertips. He definitely worked out a ton.  

You then felt his erection brush against your inner thigh, more apparent through the much thinner fabric of his boxers. Although, you wanted to feel it without the boxers. Your hands drifted lower, letting him know to remove them. He did so without hesitation, groaning in satisfaction now that his cock was freed from any restrictive fabric. The pace of your kisses slowed down a little as he spread your legs a bit more, then teased your folds with his tip. The contact with your dripping pussy caused you to moan louder than before. 

He moved his lips onto your neck, marking you as you waited for his next move - which apparently was slamming into you hard like a truck. You sharply sucked in a breath and unintentionally clenched your walls around his dick, causing him to moan against your neck. Tears rolled down your cheeks, caused by momentary pain. Relaxing a bit, you tried your best to match your thrusts with his again. He pushed in forcefully until he was balls deep. He was so large, he filled you up completely. 

Seeing your sweat and tears, he looks into your eyes with slight concern and speaks for the first time in minutes. "You okay?" 

"Mhmhmm." Is all you can reply. In reality you were much better than okay. 

He presses his lips back onto yours before pulling out and ramming back into you aggressively several times, causing lewd noises to escape you both. Feeling his orgasm approaching he pulls out quickly,  leaving you a sweaty mess. Only seconds later hot strings of cum splash against your inner thighs, spilling onto the bedsheets. Squirming a little at the tenseness there, you begin to move your hand down but he pins it to the bed, making you whine. 

"So needy." He comments before using his own fingers to rub fast circles on your clit. 

You arch your back - somehow him doing that feels better than you could ever make it feel. It doesn't take long before a feeling near your tummy begins to build up, your hips grinding a little faster. Before you can remove your lips from his to warn him, you release onto his hand, your nerves relaxing as you ride out your orgasm beneath him. He pauses to lick you off of his fingers, causing you to blush. 

"Fuck, you taste so good." 

After finishing every last bit, he lies down next to you onto the bed, snuggling you up against him. All of the sudden it seems he's gone back to his sweet and innocent self, despite what just occurred. Your kisses become softer until you eventually stop, he wraps his arms around you, and you bury your head into his chest. After a while, he speaks out in a soft and quiet voice. 

"So, what was it you were watching?"

You smile bashfully. "It was a sex scene in a show I've been watching."

He chuckles and pulls you closer. "You're so cute y/n."

[babbushka]

*insert Bernie voice* I am once again asking for a Clyde blurb for size kink 😩❤️❤️❤️

1.2k, NSFW (soft dom!Clyde, size kink, car sex, semi-nudity in public)

Late at night, when his shifts drag on into the 2’am hour, you get a real strong desire for your man, your Clyde. Sometimes, if you’re in a desperate enough mood for him, you’ll drive on down to Duck Tape and spring your achin’ need on him, and he’s happy enough to comply. But sometimes, you’re too desperate, and you can barely throw enough clothes on to be decent, so Clyde’s gotta meet you at the car.

You’ve called him to let him know you’re on the way for one of those times, and when you pull up to the front of the parkin’ lot, the place jam packed for bein’ a weekend and all, Clyde’s already waiting for you.

Damn it all, was he big. Six foot three without his boots on, and seemingly just as wide. A proper fuckin’ line backer, your Clyde was, and he’s heading your way. One of the things that was so tantalizin’ about him, was the way he was solid, real solid, all the way through. He didn’t have any curves really, he was thick, a brick wall. It made your mouth water, made your hands tap tap tap on the steerin’ wheel in anxious need.

“Hey there lil’ lady,” Clyde opens the rear passenger side door, cuttin’ right to the chase, “Heard you were in need of a good fuckin’.”

“Clyde please, I missed you too bad.” You whine, eagerly climbing over the center console and landing right in his lap, your legs straddling his strong thighs.

“I’ve got ya darlin’, don’t go apologizin’, I’ve got ya.” With a deep rumbling chuckle in his chest, Clyde tugs his cock out and strokes it with his good hand, mouth already seeking yours as you wriggle and whine impatiently above him. He nips at your bottom lip and orders, “Spread them pretty legs for me real nice and slow, let me see her.”

You’re in nothing but a see-through robe, one of the ones Clyde got you as a joke gift one valentine’s day, the mesh type with feathers around the hem and the cuffs. It does absolutely nothing to conceal any part of your body, but you do as he says, spreading your legs, wanting to be good for him.

“I should be punsihin’ you for showin’ up to the bar naked.” Clyde jerks himself off for a minute or two until his cock is so hard it’s got that delicious curve that you’re anxious to get stuffed up into your cunt.

“I’m not naked! I’ve...” You gesture down to the flimsy and see-through robe, huffin’ out a laugh, “Well I’ve got somethin’ on.”

“Not enough sugar, what if I wanted you to come in for a drink? Say hello t’some friends?” Clyde taps the side of your thigh then, and you rise up up up onto your knees, the leather of the car seat creakin’ under the shifting of your weight.

“You wouldn’t.” You breathe as you start to sink down on his cock, the head of it teasin’ right at your folds.

“No?”

“Nope, you want me all to yourself, ain’t that right?” You moan on the last word, as you let gravity pull you down onto Clyde’s dick, needing to steel yourself from the sheer overwhelming sensation of being so fuckin’ full.

“Fuckin’ hell you’re tight.” He grunts lowly, his hand rubbing circles on your back, eyes shuttin’ tight from it all, “C’mon darlin’ relax for me.”

“I can’t help it you’re -- oh yes! -- you’re so big.” You moan, because he was! He was ten inches of pure fucking power, and all of it was buried down to the hilt inside your body. You can feel the head of his cock knocking against your cervix, and it’s almost painful, but not quite, just so much.

“You like that I’m big?” Clyde eggs you on, an uncharacteristic speech that only tends to come out this late at night, when it’s just the two of you in the whole wide world, “Like how I can fill ya up real good?”

“Yes yes yes, I do, I love it Clyde, fuck I love you.” You’re bouncing on his cock, now that your body has had a minute to adjust, you can’t stop yourself from thrusting down onto it, taking the pleasure that his massive body gives you. You rock and grind your hips against his, your hands clutching and clinging to his shoulder for leverage. He’s so sturdy that he doesn’t barely move even as you bounce and moan wantonly loud.

“Alrigh’ stay quiet for me now, don’t go makin’ me cover that pretty mouth o’yours.” Clyde leans in to kiss at the spot where your neck meets your shoulder, and you have half a mind to tell him to gag you anyway, wanting to be stuffed from both ends, all over.

But then that would mean he doesn’t get to touch your clit and make you cry in pleasure, so you shut your mouth and swallow the louder shouts down into somethin’ less attention-grabbin’. It was a full bar after all.

“Come for me darlin’, get what you came here for.” Clyde is close, you can tell just from the husk of his voice, the way he’s startin’ to thrust up into you erratically, no longer as composed as he was.

“Oh fuck!” You suck in a sharp breath, tryin’ not to be loud in case anyone’s in the parkin’ lot, as the two of you come in tandem, the heat from your bodies steaming up the car.

A minute or so later, Clyde helps you off his lap, and buttons himself back up into his jeans. He gets out of the back seat and reaches onto the floor where you’ve stashed a little towel for this exact purpose, and dutifully cleans you down while you grin up at him through hooded eyelids.

“I came to see you too, y’know. It ain’t just about your cock or nothin’, honest.” You say sincerely, and he blushes deeply, his ego shootin’ through the roof.

“I know.” He kisses you gently, that big bear of yours shy and snuggly underneath his hardened exterior, “But I gotta admit, I like that you like it so much. Ain’t never had a girl go so wild over me.”

“Good thing you married then, huh?” You wink, and he blushes even deeper.

“Yep.” He takes a good look at ya, sighs out a little, “I wish I could bring you in for that damn drink. I don’t want you to go just yet.”

“Well, maybe you could lay out here with me for a while? Ain’t like the bar’ll turn to anarchy if you sit with me for a couple more minutes.” You offer, and he nods, takin’ you up on it, climbing back into the rear seat and settling himself on your chest, listenin’ to your heart beat.

The whole damn thing could go up in flames and he wouldn’t give a shit, if it means he gets to sit here with you, he thinks, and even though he doesn’t say it, you hear it anyway, and hold him extra tight for those few golden minutes before you make the drive back home, knowing he’ll be walkin’ through your door again soon for round two.

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Taggin' some Clyde lovin' friends! @mochabucky @sacklerscumrag @artsymaddie @bitchydecisions @direnightshade @reyloaddict55 @kylorenswhxre @sunflowersinthesnow @babayagakeanu @safarigirlsp @steeevienicks @lovinghufflepuffgirl @rosi3ba3z @chapterhappygirl @groovetoob @bxnnywriting @glassbxttless @angel-bxby3 @smallgirlbigpersonality @lovelyyy-luna @2000andwhat @raddo1975 @cornmousequeen @caillea @painttheskylineforme @holding-on-to-starwars @kylo-ren-is-alive @caitlin-was-here

[kshira]

hi queenie! hope you're doing well~ I wanted to ask if I can request a little something about uhm...a size kink? just choose a few characters you haven't already written this for if you like, I'm curious who you would choose!❤️

size kink w/ yamaguchi, konoha & komori

ღ ◟t/w| f!reader, smut; 18+ content & cursing

tadashi yamaguchi

with size kink yamaguchi has his hands but more importantly his fingers

i just know he has those long skinny fingers..

to wrap around your throat of course

and uhh other stuff

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you sat neatly posed on yamaguchi lap watching his favorite show on the tv, your legs making his bounce every time you swung yours.

his fingers laid stagnant on your thigh while your eyes bounced back and fourth to the rotating show keeping your attention snagged.

but yamaguchi had long forgotten the show, he was too fascinated at the fact of how small your thigh looked under his long nimble fingers.

he wondered if he could almost wrap them around your flesh twice and still have room, it was even odder that he was becoming stiff at the mere thought.

taking his hand up from your leg and painting it on your cheek before it stopped at your chin pulling your face away from the blue screen and up at his “can i kiss you?” he watches your eyes look over his blushing face.

“of course” with your lips to his sweetly glossing over them in a tempered kiss and facing back at the tv, but yamaguchi wanted more.

he nudged his arms to your waist and nuzzled you closer to his body letting his lips clutch back on yours pulling your attention to him while he roamed your body with his hands.

letting them crawl on your chest and upwards he stretched his fingers around the base of your neck while your lips shared a clinging hold on each other swiping taste and saliva in the wake.

a thought lingered his mind as yamaguchi scaled your throat until he reached right under the bone that held your jaw perfectly, he could just tell his fingers fit perfectly around your pretty little throat.

he knew it was bad enough to wrap his fingers around your thought but to give it a little squeeze had him wash with regret and yamaguchi quickly pulled away departing his lips from yours.

you immediately tugged back his hands and laced them around your neck, you looked at him through your fluttering lashes “squeeze harder tadashi”

he’ll probably have to explain to you later that he wants to wrap his fingers around your throat while he fucks you or why he has an odd wet spot on his pants now, he’ll figure out the latter.

akinori konoha

with size kink konoha has his words

he comes off as a smooth talker

a cocky one he is & he knows that

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the crisp bricks that hit your back when you were pused up against the wall pulled some heat radiating from your plusing body.

konoha smirked down from his menace stature, his emerald orbs flickered up and down your body as you hunkered within yourself.

he lays a hand firmly on the cold bricks beside your head and leans down with his breath fanning down on you “look how small you look under me it’s quite fitting”

“is this your way of flirting with me?” you taunt, feeling his hand creep up your skirt and his fingers dance on your bare thigh to skim across your dampened panties.

he lets a small huff of air escape his chest while hiking your leg up over his hip and attaching his lips on your shivering neck “mm don’t know, is it working?” you whimper back when you feel his clothed erection press straight on your core.

“what’s the matter? so quiet now, cat got your tongue?” he swipes his tongue on the bruises he’s marking all on your neck, you want to reply back but the way he rubs you through the materiel could might as well make you cum right there.

“nnn-o!” you can only squeak out when konoha takes you in his mouth swallowing all the air in your lungs and starts grinding his hips straight on yours.

it almost feels like you rattled your brain when he slips his finger in you causing you to throw your head back, he slips his tongue out from the cavern of your mouth “you’re like putty in my hands baby, why is that? all i’m doing is touching you right here-“ its the curl in his digit that jolts you forward in his arms “i bet i can make you cum right here before class starts”

you lick your dried lips from the hot breaths you were gasping out “stop talking shit and put that mouth to use” he cocks his eyebrow back at you letting his tongue swipe down at his bottom lip.

“yeah yeah, might as well that’ll get you cumming in no time” he lets the tip of his nose brush down your uniform until he reaches your skirt, throwing it over his head and hooking your leg over his shoulder.

konoha pulls the wet fabric protecting your womanhood to the side and delve his sponge right in your radiating heat.

you wrap your hands around konoha sandy locks trying to find some ground when he digs deep in your velvets walls with his tongue, your juices running down his chin as he adds a finger to pull your orgasm from you.

the thread neatly settled deep in your stomach finally ties a knot with a couple of more sinks of his long fingers in your sopping cunt adorned with the flick of his tongue straight on your bud.

“just on time” konoha grins up at you from his position still between your legs when the bell to class echos throughout the school yard.

motoya komori

with size kink komori has his ~dick~

oh yeah that’s right, he packin’

expect the unexpected baby

he gets off on the fact you struggle to take all of him but he’s going to praise you the whole time <3

+

komori has your naked body sprawled out under him traces of your hair woven neatly on the bedsheets, he rakes his hungry eyes over you once more before he nestles down to take your pebbled bud in his mouth.

“are you ready baby?” he whispers to you, his tongue swirling around the bud gently you thrust your hips upward at the erotic feeling he’s having on you.

“yy-yes i’m just scared because you’re so big motoya” you sputter the words so innocently down at him knowing damn well it’s hardening his member even more with that compliment.

“yeah? it’s okay sweet girl, just try to take as much as you can” komori abandons your mound to hover over you to carefully cradle your blushed face in his hands.

you nod back vigorously in his palms, he returns a sweet smile to you and glides his hand to his member to align it with your entrance.

biting your lip as you feel the first stretch of just how big he is, you let out a crying mewl making komori soothe the pain just a little with a tender kiss to your forehead.

he takes a final glance at your form before pushing into you with a slightest thrust letting his hand fall from your face to pull your chest flushed to his own, with his other hand sweeping up and pulling you even closer.

“look at you baby i’m already in halfway and you’re doing so good, my good girl” the praises sends shivers down your spine crossing out the feeling of his thick length stretching your walls.

linking your legs over his waist and taking your hands to drape them over his shoulders you burry your face into his neck “all for you” you finally moan out as he bottoms out in you.

komori stills the motion to take in your figure examining if you’re in any pain, noticing his halt you reply with a chaste kiss to his neck following it with trails up and down the skin.

“feels good don’t stop, please” the words slip out to soothe his concern but it rumbles through your lips as a heavy moan when he starts a faster pace wanting to hit the sweeter spots in you.

begging moans fill his ear with every dip he takes into your honey laced core, he can’t think of anything more beautiful.

yet he does when he takes his gaze down to the mesmerizing view of your cunny taking him in so well, just for him.

[starkeyscline]

Freaky on Camera - Drew Starkey

Summary : After receiving a new camera for his birthday, Drew has the perfect idea on how to break it in.

Warnings: Smut. Smut. Smut and more smut. No plot. At all. Cussing. Oral (female and male receiving). Fingering. Unprotected sex (Don’t be a fool, wrap the tool.) Spit play. Choking. Recording sex.

AN: Also this is my first time writing smut, so it’s probably going to be awful. Please give me feedback, and request things. I’m open to writing for basically anyone right now, but due to comfort reasons I will not write smut for underaged characters unless you’re okay with them being aged up.

Word Count : 2414

The minute Drew’s apartment door was shut, you were roughly pressed up against it. Dinner with the cast was fun, talking about random things going on in the show, life and so on and so forth. The whole time though, Drew couldn’t keep his hands off of you. His hand was resting on your thigh under the table, rubbing further up towards your core before darting back down multiple times. Despite him constantly teasing you, the meal went by nicely. 

You had almost forgot about what he proposed earlier in the night, until his lips moved from yours to start their attack on your neck. 

“So… how do you feel about the idea of recording us, love?” Drew asked, his hands playing with the hem of your shirt. 

You thought for a moment, knowing it was something he had wanted to do before he got his new camera, but you were too iffy on the idea of using his phone. Just the idea of someone hacking into his icloud was more than enough of a reason for you to say no. But, with his new video camera you knew there were ways to be safe with it all. 

“Mm.. I don’t know..” You said in a sultry tone, even though you knew for a fact you were down for it. 

He nodded against your neck slightly, before he started to lower himself down to your collarbone, leaving a few hickeys. 

“I’m down, let’s do it.” You smiled as you felt his smile against your skin, causing him to pick you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist tightly to support your weight. 

As he brought you to the bedroom he finally set hii down on the bed. He took a few moments to set up the camera before heading back to you. 

The moment he reached you again, he pulled you onto his lap. His calloused hands began to tug on your shirt as you grinded against his lap. He finally pulled your shirt off, tossing it onto the ground. Your burgundy lacy bra was exposed, causing his jaw to drop some. He adored the set on you, loving how the color complimented your skin. 

“Fuck, Y/n..” Drew groaned out, before pressing gentle kisses to your breasts, while working on the hooks. 

You took this time to pull his shirt off, a small whine leaving your lips when his moved from your chest. As you continued or grind against his lap, you slowly stopped to undo the buckle he was wearing. 

“Can we quit acting like this will be posted anywhere, and you just put my cock in your mouth?” Drew finally let out, causing you to laugh. 

“I was waiting for one of us to say that.” You said getting off of the bed, and pulled off your skirt and thong, leaving you completely exposed as he stumbled to get naked himself. 

“You look so fucking gorgeous.” 

You hummed out in a thank you, as you got back on the bed. You slid in between the both of his legs, wrapping your plump lips around the tip of his cock. 

He let in a small, sharp inhale as you did so. 

You mainly focused on the tip of his cock for a bit, until he took a handful of your hair, and gently pushed your head down. Your small hands rested against his thighs, nails scratching down them gently, causing goosebumps in the wake of your fingers. 

“Your mouth feels so good..” He groaned out, before you tapped on his thigh twice. 

It was your signal for when you needed a moment, whether him shoving his cock too far back or you weren’t focused on breathing and he instantly stopped pumping his hips up. 

Your hands replaced where your mouth once was, pumping his thick and lengthy cock. Your thumb occasionally brushing over the tip, spreading the precum all around. 

Right as you were about to go down on him again, he opened up his mouth. “C’mere.”

You happily obliged, and opened your mouth as you knew what he was getting ready to do. He spit into your mouth, right on your tongue. 

“Swallow.” Drew demanded, watching in admiration as you did. When you were finished, you instantly went back to going down on him.

You swirled your tongue around his tip a few times, one of your hands fondling his balls when his thrusts became more erratic, a sign that he was close. After a few more pumps of his hips, he finally released his load in your mouth. 

Some spilled over, out of your lips as you released his cock from your mouth. You swapped whatever didn’t escape, and used your thumb to gather the rest and push it back into your mouth. 

After the both of you took maybe a minute at most to regain your breath, and stamina, Drew instantly got off the bed and went to the foot of it. His calloused hands wrapped around your calves to pull you down to him. A small giggle left your lips as he did so, not completely expecting it. 

Your legs instantly went on top of his shoulders, to make yourself more comfortable. 

“Fuck.. you’re so wet baby, and I barely even touched you.” He groaned, two of his fingers sliding up your slit, gathering some of your wetness before rubbing your clit. 

“Drew, c’mon.” you whined, craving the feeling of his tongue. 

Typically he would make you beg for it, but due to the combination of the camera recording, and how wet you were — if he wasn’t so set on eating you out he would push his cock right in. 

As Drew’s tongue skillfully licked your clit in the shape of figure eights, he pumped one of his fingers in and out of you. As you moaned, he felt himself growing hard again, motivating him to slide his middle finger in, then his index finger into you. 

“You’re taking my fingers so well.. can’t wait for you to take my cock.” He spoke against your clit, you instantly becoming wetter. 

As he continued to suck, lick and very lightly bite your clit you felt yourself grow closer to cumming. Your hips bucked up, thighs starting to shake and toes beginning to curl. This caused Drew to smirk, seeing how close you were to coming undone for him. 

“C’mon baby girl.” He moaned out, the vibrations against your clit causing you to let out another loud moan, and then his fingers grazing your g-spot sent you over the edge. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You moaned, your hips bucking up as though you were trying to get away from him which caused him to wrap his arm around your hips, holding them down. 

After you finished cumming, he lapped up what he could, before getting back onto the bed. You knew you wanted this to be more for him, then you, and he’d rather see your reaction. 

“Move to the end of the bed, so you are facing away from it.” You said, causing his eyebrow to raise. 

“So you’re making demands now?” 

“No but I figured you’d like to see my tits bouncing as I ride you when you rewatch this.”

After that, he happily obliged. He moved down to the edge of the bed, his head resting right above the footboard, along with a pillow. As you straddled him, and teased him by rubbing your soaking entrance against his hard cock he let out a small groan, wanting more. 

“C’mon. You wanted to ride me, so ride me.” 

He didn’t have to say anything after that, as you lifted yourself and then his cock up, before slowly sliding down it. His hands instantly went to your hips, helping you hold yourself down as you got used to his size. 

Despite having three of his fingers stretching you out minutes before, his dick always had a different effect - being larger in pretty much every way you could imagine. 

After waiting a few seconds, you began to slide up and down his cock. Finding yourself the right angle, hands gripping the foot board to help keep yourself up, and back slightly angled so your breasts almost hit his face every time you moved yourself. 

He took this time to slide one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on it and slightly grazing his teeth against the bud. 

An illicit moan left your mouth, riding him this fast after an orgasm already had you leading up to another one, and he knew that. 

Drew eventually released your nipple and began to take control. One of his hands reached down, and smacked your ass harshly causing another illicit moan to leave, and then his hands roughly gripped at your hips. His nails gently dug into the soft skin, as he began to move your body to how he wanted. 

Your hands released the foot board, and pushed your hair out of your face, as it was clinging all over your face and body due to your sweat. 

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He groaned, as he continued to move your body how he wanted to. 

As he brushed your g-spot a pornographic moan left your mouth, and you tossed your head back. Drew smirked as he had gotten you where he wanted you, before bringing you down one last time. 

“I wanna switch positions.” He said, a small whine leaving your lips. You were so close to finishing, just for him to say that. What a fucking tease. 

“Drew. I was so close.” 

“I know, I’ll make it worth it. Promise.” He said, kissing you hungrily before you got off of him, and let him put you in the position he wanted you in. 

Your cheek was flush against the pillow, ass as high as it would go, and your back arched. It was a sight to die for, as he would say. 

You felt your wetness dripping down your thighs, as you sat there completely exposed as you waited for him to make a move. He finally did. 

With a swift move of his hand, leaving your ass a bright shade of red, he then slid back into your wet pussy. One of his hands slid down your body to your hair, wrapping his hand in it before roughly thrusting his hips. 

His balls smacked against your clit with each thrust, and the sound of your skin hitting against one each others flooded the room along with the both of your moans and groans. Drew finally pulled your body up by your hair, you both kneeling as he continued to thrust into you. 

“You look so fucking good, (Y/n.)” He said in a dominant tone, seeing your makeup all messed around, your lips swollen. 

His hand that wasn't wrapped in your hair moved to your throat, applying a small amount of pressure on the sides. His arm was between your breasts, causing him to smirk the whole time.

“You’re such a pretty little whore.” He moaned into your ear, as his cock began to rapidly hit your g-spot again. 

A loud breathy moan left your mouth, causing your thighs to start to shake and toes to curl up, and him to realize how close the both of you were. His hand released its grip on your throat, and moved to your jaw as he wanted you to watch yourself finish and see how gorgeous you looked. 

“Look in the mirror, I want you to see how gorgeous you look when you cum.” Drew moaned into your ear yet again, his hand that was in your hair now releasing it.

His hand dragged down his body, his hand still holding your jaw so you were still looking in the mirror. As his hand reached right above your core, he teased you momentarily by dragging his hand back up your stomach.

“Drew..” You whined needily, wanting your sweet release to come faster.

After hearing his name escape your lips, his hand instantly shot back down and he began to rub your clit with one of his calloused fingers.

As your legs began to shake yet again, your toes curl and your hands grip at his arms. Your hands consequently left a few scratches against his arm, nothing deep thankfully for him.

After a few more sharp thrusts from him, you were ready to cum. He wasn’t big on denying your orgasms, loving the look on your face as you cum and the blissful smile on your lips afterward but for once, you decided to ask.

“Fuck.. fuck.. Fuck. Drew, can I cum?” You moaned out needily, and felt him smirk against your skin.

“Cum for me.” He said simply.

Even though the words were so simple, and not even dirty you instantly felt the rubber band in your stomach snap. Loud moans began to leave your mouth in rapid succession. The feeling lasted longer than it normally would, but you were too deep in your state of bliss to realize. 

Shortly after you finished, Drew had finished himself, giving you both a few moments to catch your breath before the both of you moved from one another. You laid back on the bed, legs spread as you waited for him to return with a damp washcloth as usual.

“Did you know you could squirt?” He asked with a smirk on his face, and it caused you to blush. 

“I didn’t.” You said sheepishly, rather shocked.

As you felt the mixture of both of your cum drip down your pussy and thighs you tapped his arm gently, and he nodded instantly remembering what he forgot to do. He grabbed the camera, and brought it up to your pussy, to get a clip of the cum dripping out of you.

After he was content with the clip, he then turned the camera off and set it besides you, and brought a wet rag to you and began to wipe everything up, before sliding two of his fingers into you. He slid his fingers back out, before sliding them into your mouth, covered in the mixture of the both of your juices. You eagerly sucked on them, as he cleaned you up.

“How about round two?” He asked as you were still recovering, leaning down to press his lips to yours momentarily. You looked and felt so good.” 

“Maybe in a bit..” You mumbled in reply, placing your lips back on top of his.