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[concretejunglefm]

hello hi would you be willing to write more of matt x reader x noah?? i can’t stop thinking about them 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

hi ofc bb!! 💕 this is inspired by @xmads-omensx thots

CW: smut including mentions of unprotected sex, double penetration (p in v), oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), soft dirty talk, overstimulation, orgasm control, slight dacryphilia.

Smut below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

When you arrive down stairs for your movie date night, you surprise both Noah and Matt by sporting the band’s new merch. Matt’s shirt, which you had snatched from the hamper earlier today, still smells like him, and you wear it with the spare cap that Noah occasionally wears to keep his overgrown hair out of his face when he doesn’t tie it into a baby bun.

“Did you know that was my idea?” Noah grins proudly at you, remarking on the cap you’re wearing, it’s the same grin you had witnessed the day of the shoot when he and Davis showcased all of the merch designs.

“Oh, really? I would have never guessed.” You tease, plopping down on the couch between them.

Matt’s eyes instantly drop to your shirt, slipping lower when he realizes that it’s his. “Is that my shirt?”

You meet his question with a feigned innocence and shrug. “And if it is?”

He doesn’t hesitate in pulling you closer in response, wrapping an arm around your waist and lifting you onto his lap. “I suggest you give it back,” he whispers against your lips, and you can sense the weight in the couch shifting as Noah slides closer, his hand gently caressing Matt’s thigh before slipping it up onto yours and slowly spreading them apart.

“Make me…” you manage to gasp softly as Noah’s hand trails up your thigh.

Your mouth quickly shifts to Matt’s, while Noah’s finds its way to your neck, leaving delicate kisses across your flushed skin.

“Maybe we should just fuck you in it.”

As the movie they had chosen for your date night quickly fades into the background, you find yourself falling into a comfortable rhythm.

Your mouth moves from Matt’s to Noah’s, as Matt’s moves onto your neck, his hand slipping beneath the shirt you’re wearing and gently caressing across your stomach and chest. His touch sends a shiver down your spine as he reaches your chest, palming your breasts, and the faint teasing and pinching of your nipples by him ignites a moan from you.

Meanwhile, Noah’s long fingers playfully tease the inner of your thighs, inching closer to your core with each touch, your arousal intensifying with every tantalizing sensation.

Your mind quickly becomes hazy with lust, completely overwhelmed by the sensations they’re already producing. The spread of their touch, their mouths, and even the faint whispering of words intensify the heat forming in your stomach.

Noah shifts on the couch and spreads your thighs apart, Matt using his own legs to wrap around yours and pin them wide apart for Noah as he sinks down between them.

“I thought you wanted your shirt back…” you pant, your gaze fixed on the singer between your thighs.

The shirt in question is now pushed up at your waist, while Matt’s hand continues to touch you beneath it, pinching and tweaking your nipples in a way that makes you arch your back and produce soft moans.

“That’s the goal,” Noah whispers against your inner thigh, his faint facial hair tickling your skin. His gentle kisses trail up your thigh, rising higher until he presses his lips to your pussy, leaving a soft, appreciative kiss against your folds, before the tip of his nose grazes against it, the slight touch making your hips buck as he softly muses at your neediness.

“Look at me, baby,” Matt says, his voice low and husky. Your eyes briefly roll back, but he quickly catches your attention with the gentle touch of his free hand beneath your chin. He guides you back to look up at him, your eyes soft and pleading, yearning for more with Noah’s soft teasing kisses and his hum of appreciation that makes you grow wetter.

“I know, I know,” Matt whispers, his fingers stroking against your cheek, keeping your gaze fixed on him. “Just keep looking at me, okay?” You can’t respond, because all words fail you the moment Noah’s tongue dives between your folds, his focus shifting to your clit and causing your hips to buck.

Noah is slow and methodical. If it weren’t for his exceptional skill in having his mouth on your cunt, you’d despise him, especially when you realize he’s deliberately prolonging the pleasure for your enjoyment. However, it undeniably feels like he’s focused on his own, especially when he circles your throbbing clit, intentionally avoiding direct contact that compels you to arch your hips and try to guide him.

Even when he inserts his fingers into you, curling them against that sweet spot, he hesitates to provide the full friction you crave. Instead, he wants to tease you, to push you to the edge of ecstasy before watching you fall apart around him.

Matt keeps your focus on him as his hand toys between your breasts and nipples, whispering the softest of praises. The heat in your stomach intensifies further with each of their actions, both knowing exactly what you want and need.

At one point, Matt slips a hand down, his fingers sinking into Noah’s overgrown locks. He keeps him pressed down between your thighs and against you, making you moan louder as your thighs shake around him.

You feel yourself teetering on the edge of a climax you’ve been desperately seeking. They both know your body well enough to wind you up, and the moment they have you right where they want, Noah slips his fingers out and pulls away.

He then lifts his head to settle his gaze on Matt. “She’s ready.”

You’re halfway to boneless, your thighs trembling as they assist you into position. Straddling Matt, you sink down effortlessly onto his cock with their help. You fall down against his chest, his arms wrapping possessively around you as he concentrates on pressing kisses wherever he can reach on your face. Behind you, Noah settles between Matt’s legs.

The stretch of him entering you is enough to make you whimper with the overwhelming pleasure it brings, feeling your orgasm approaching as you squeeze around them both. “Fuuuuck” Noah moans, pushing into the tight space, his cock pressed right against Matt’s.

“Not yet, baby, you can’t cum yet,” Matt’s comment earns him a soft whine, which he silences with a kiss as Noah begins to slowly thrust. His hands grip your hips tightly, pressing his fingers into your soft flesh while grunting with the tightness of your pussy around him and the friction of Matt’s cock rubbing against his own. You can feel the way they both throb inside you, each of them pushing you back to the edge, almost pushing past it completely.

The overstimulation of the need to cum causes tears to press at your eyes with the intensity of pleasure that ripples through you. Matt quickly catches your tears, gently wiping them away as he leaves soft kisses on your cheeks. “I know, baby,” he whispers. “You’re doing so well for us. Just hold on a little longer.”

You understand their desire; they want all three of you to unravel together, a way for them to both claim you simultaneously as they fill you, throbbing cocks being milked by your tight walls. However, you have no idea how much longer you can hold on, not as they drag you higher, becoming completely lost to the wave of ecstasy about to erupt over you.

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[jesuistrestriste]

I wanna slap arts bare ass. Whether as a punishment or just walking by. Ugh

his arch is crazy. i know he’s hyperaware of the fact that he has a nice butt. i think if you slapped his ass in the morning while he’s making breakfast he’d get all giggly and his ears would go red. and if you laid him over your lap one night, tugged down his shorts, and spanked him.. he’d definitely get hard

[valentine-cafe]

1 caramel cheesecake pls! [bottom male reader]

filthy rich spoiled reader who gets himself taught a lesson by alessio in his room while also being scared about getting caught by anyone at the estate. (alessio does NOT give a fuck)

if its too specific you can ignore this ask <3

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. . . verse 9819 alessio x male reader !! 🍓 : ﹙ outlaw ˖ serial killer ˖ illusionist character ﹚

you grew up in the comfort parts of society. high class in comparison to the rest. but what happens when you start finding yourself messing with the leader of a rebel group? well, your bratty nature lands you in a bit of a predicament. bent over in your bedroom while the outlaw himself rails you dumb. 

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“Talk to me, tesoro. Thought that’s all you’re good for?”

Your tie mocks the strain of your wrists, wrapped tight in a bound to your arching spine. The painful curve induced by an even tighter hand locked in your hair. Tugging every time you hang your head to let your tears of overwhelm hit the floor.

You’ll be clad in long sleeves and turtlenecks for the rest of the week with the bruises, hickies and plethora of bites all over your skin. None of that compared to the constant, hammering feel of his hips. Snapping into the backs of your thighs. Once, twice, thrice.

What is air? A luxury at this point. None of your riches could compare. Not when his swollen tip slams into that devastating bundle of nerves. Your lower lip falls from your teeth. Much like your erect dick bouncing aimlessly with every jerk of a thrust.

“Oh, but - I suppose I’m wrong, right?” Damn that deep croon to your ear. And the tickle of his dark curls on your cheekbone while you’re at it. But how could any of him crawl to the pits with the heaven that he sends you to?

Bent over in your own room. Feet between his shoes. Held like you weigh a feather as he chases bruises on your soft thighs. The claps of wet skin bounce off the walls. Merged with moans. Whines. Strangled gasps.

“You’re also good at taking cock.”

Punctuated with a harsh spank to your ass. Emerald eyes catch the ripple across your skin. He mimics it further by slamming all the way. Grinding. Humping. Any shallow slam to rub on your weak spot and huff struggled breathe from drooling lips.

But that’s not all from the wave of heated breath. A quivered: “Sh-Shut - shut uuppp -” carries in your pants. Tongue once confidently in spits of insult and disrespect now slobbers saliva all over your pristine floor. “Y-You’re a nuisance. An eyesore - a - f-fuchk-!”

Your dick twitches in the large hand squeezed around the base. His fingers are just as skilled as his hips. Cruel pumps and jerks that squirt your cum to the floor with a strangled noise bobbed from your Adam’s apple. All Alessio can do is flash a grin you catch a glimpse of in the mirror at your side. Before both palms snatch your waist and shove you back on his cock that he tames great pleasure in fucking into you faster. Harder. So that the slapping of skin rings through your ears like a sinful, broken record.

“P-Please - please o-oh god - fuckfuckfuck -”

What more can you do but arch? The lift of your spine shoves your ass into his pelvis. He takes it as an invitation to hold you firm against it since you clearly offered. Slam up into you until his balls greet your supple flesh with taps and smacks.

“P-People. . . ‘re gonna hear. Y-You jer- ah!” Another squeeze round your dick for your big mouth. Have you learnt nothing? Not that this is much of a learning experience if you can barely think.

The only thought running through your mind is the stretch of his big cock. The kiss of his veins on all your sweet spots. Their thrum. Your nerves on clear overdrive when he digs a calloused thumb into your tip and strokes until you’re teary.

You’ll squirt his palm all over again if he continues. No that he cares with the rough bucks that he fucks against your quivering hips. The deep chuckle from his throat would have have itched your palms to smack him. Alas, all you could do was wish to cling at his shoulders. Scrape down his back as he pounded you so full.

The creaking of floorboards constantly snapped your fucked-out mind from the depths of overstimulation. Were servants stepping closer. Or worse - your family?

You’d have no time to care when Alessio would withdraw to the tip then slam forward and hit your sweetspot dead on. Brimming tears to your eyes and a groan from the depths of his throat. Those emerald hues flicker to the ring of cream round his cock and he grins through sweat-drenched tresses. “What, they’ll hear? Hear you gettin’ pounded by an outlaw?”

He snaps his hips forward at that. With a power that jerks your poor body. The gasp fleeing your lips melts into a whimper when his fingers choose cruelty to your hair again. Twisting you to face the mirror as his free hand drops to your hip. A smack. A squeeze. Before he’s fucking you back into him like a ragdoll. Shoes planted firmly to the floor as he effortlessly uses your body like a sleeve.

“See what a whore you are? Cummin’ all over your fuckin’ floor and messing up this ‘expensive fabric’?”

His teeth tear into the collar of your shirt. If it weren’t for your tongue hanging out you’d cuss at him. Alas you are too preoccupied with being his little cumdump as he pumps you full once more.

You’d think he’d slow down after his second time spraying your gummy walls white. If anything it rejuvenates his punishing thrusts and turns your thighs to putty as he hammers at a sinful rhythm. Squeezing cum from the both of you and running it down your wobbly legs.

Alessio’s laugh is almost as callous as his hand that snaps around your jaw. “Look at yourself baby. First time taking cock like this? Yeah? Spoilt lil’ rich boy doesn’t know shit ‘bout the real world.”

Softness encases your front. The first in several minutes of being his tight toy. It fades with his heavy weight crushing you into the mattress after the outlaw shoved you into your sheets. Knees knocking yours apart to make way for the barrage of his mercilessly thrusts.

“A-Ah - ah-ah-ah!” Your eyes cross at the centre. He shoves your head to the linen. Another spank. Another grab at your poor, jiggling ass. He spreads you open for his imagination to picture it. Picture his veiny cock splitting you into two. Your tight rim struggling and crying around every inch. Not to mention his cum fucking out of you with every rabid hump.

“Tha’s it, yeah pretty boy. Yeah take it. Fucking whore.” His grunts drip with mockery that pours to your neck with his rough kisses. Your dick grinds and rubs into the linen. Great. Another mess to worry about later. When you come down from the high. Stuffed full of his cum and unable to stop the tremble of your thighs. “Imagine it. ‘magine them coming in - hah - seeing this - seeing you -”

The only thing to stop Alessio’s malicious laugh is the clench of your walls. He smacks your ass again in reprimand. A grunt soon follows. “Now that your ass ‘s nice ‘n full. . . apologise.” Another slam to your sweetspot.

And still, despite your eyes rolling back. Ass getting pounded for all your worth. Who knows how many concerned servants covering their ears through the halls — you wheeze.

“F-Fuck - angh - f-fuck you - fuck you, a-and - and every - god - ‘m n-not sorry-”

Your dick gets a break from the rough rubs of linen when the warm of his fingers encase it after a hand squeezes past your front flushed to the mattress. His thumb goes back to what it does best. Swirling around your tip. Squeezing the slit.

But this time he samples your sticky slick. Savors the feel of it between his fingers. Before he’s shoving your sweetness into your mouth. The pads of his index and middle press on your tongue, just as he’s pressing into the spot that makes you gurgle a sob.

“You taste that, you fuckin’ brat?” The hiss to your ear follows a thrust of his fingers. He hits the back of your throat with no care for how much you slobber all over his hand. “That’s you. Cumming like a fucking whore for me. Now lest you don’t wanna be dumped off in your foyer all creamed up and shaky. Apologise.”

The harsh ram of his cock at an angle tells you he’s not above humiliating you. After all, what’s it to him if a spoilt rich boy gets humiliated by his servants?

You’re the one constantly seeking him out. You’re the one who engages the flirts and mockeries flung across the bar of the Contraire. You’re the one who sneaks out every other day to suck off a serial killer when your parents aren’t looking.

Once he’s done finger-fucking your mouth, he withdraws with a trail of drool attached to his nail beds. Long digits grip your jaw and force your head up. So that he can hear your pretty, pitiful gasps as he shallowly pounds you sore.

“I-I - ‘m - s-sorry -”

“What was that?”

A squeeze to your throat. You gurgle on your spit and limp your head in his hold. Submit to the endless ramming of his hips into yours. Your tummy twisting and insides flaring as you cum a fourth - fifth - sixth time. “I’m - iii’mm so- s’rry - sorry-! Alessio-!”

He’s creaming you again. Stuffing you full and squirting some out to your rippling thighs and bedsheets. If only to chase after another release with the way he starts ploughing you into the sheets. His chuckle hoarse and rough like his teeth clamping on your ear.

“There we go. Finally acting like a good - mnn - fucking slut. Proud of you baby.”

Get ready to be flipped and pounded into the mattress with strong arms hooking your knees. Folding you in half. Making you his pretty boy toy to take his cock. A rich boy so full of cum from an outlaw. A man you should disgust.

One you can’t stop squeezing round the cock of.

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[classyrbf]

THREE'S A CROWD...OR IS IT! — GOJO + GETO

SYNOPSIS...gojo and geto don’t mind having a third, it adds to the fun of their relationship if you know what I mean

INFO...gojo x geto x fem!reader, poly(?), riding, anal, recording, fingers, squirting, reader is a complete horndog, praise, degradation, oral (m!receiving), double penetration, creampies, overstim, quite literally filthy just pure filth, not proofread

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“Look at how she’s riding you, Suguru. She’s so fucking desperate to cum,” Gojo lets out a breathy laugh, gripping the flesh of your ass while you slam your hips down on Geto’s throbbing cock. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve came already, jumping back and forth between both of them. “Come on, pretty, arch your back more and work for it.” He lands a harsh slap against your ass, humming to himself as he watches the way your pussy creams around his boyfriend’s cock.

“Such a greedy little thing aren’t you,” Geto rasps, looking up at you with a lustful gaze. “Putting on such a show—nnngh fuck.” He grits his teeth, your pussy milking his cock, fluttering around him. He’s so deep inside you, it feels like your entire body is melting, completely on fire. No matter how tired you were, you just couldn’t stop cumming.

“Mmmph, fuck I’m close! Yes, yes!” You whimper, biting down on your lower lip when you feel your orgasm building. The pressure becoming all too much to contain. “Fuckkkk!” Your body shakes above him as clear liquid leaks from your sopping cunt, soaking your thighs.

Geto lifts you from his cock, holding onto your waist as he allows Satoru to rub his slender fingers along your leaky slit. With your legs still quivering, you find it hard to hold back your whimpers as both men laugh in your ears, so satisfied with the way you were permanently slutted out for them. Gojo coos, rubbing your swollen clit in circles as a means to tease you. “More, more, please.” You grip onto Geto’s broad shoulders helpless, digging your nails into his skin. And when you feel his fingers slide into your aching hole, you let out the most lewd cry known to existence, both men’s cocks twitching greedily.

Geto’s large hands spread your ass, holding it open for Satoru as he fingers you tight pussy, creaming all over his fingers as he pushes up against your g-spot over and over at a rapid pace that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Awe, Satoru, I think you made her go stupid.” He huffs with a smile, grabs hold of your jaw and holding your face up like some trophy. “What a pretty dumb thing you are,” he whispers in your ear, his degrading yet praising words went straight to your pussy. “You like being ours?” He pressed a wet kiss to your jaw as you nodded, eyes fluttering shut.

“You’re gonna make me cum again!” You squealed, breathing heavily as your gripped onto Geto’s muscular arms. “Oh my g-god!” Your entire body shivered with pleasure as you came around Satorus fingers, earning a warm giggle from him as he toyed with your soaked cunt. Before you knew you it, you went limp from the sheer amount of exhaustion, but god were still so turned on, still so hellbent on cumming more and more.

“Taste yourself on my fingers, baby. Come here.” He guided your head slightly upwards, grinning at the way you obediently stuck out your tongue and took his fingers in your mouth, swirling your tongue around them. You stared up at him hazy eyes, moaning around his finger until you let them go with a pop. “You’re fucking dangerous,” he uttered under his breath. He reached his hand down, stroking his dick slowly from the base to the tip. “Spit on it for me.” You gathered all the spit you could, spit right onto his dick no matter how messy or sloppy it was. Gojo couldn’t handle himself anymore, snatching you from Suguru and pushing you down onto the floor. “Join us.” He looked at his raven haired boyfriend who had a smug look on his face.

Geto stood to his feet, grabbing his phone from off the nightstand to record the moment that was about to happen. He couldn’t believe a pretty girl like you was so excited to suck two dicks at once. You were gleaming, a cheerful smile on your face as he hit record. “That’s its, baby. Look up at the camera for me while you suck it.” You slapped Geto leaky tip on your tongue while still jerking off Gojo before switching sides and doing the same.

“She’s such a fucking tease,” Gojo groaned as he grew impatient, leading him to grab a fistful of your air and shove his dick down your throat. Your eyes immediately went wide, gagging around his thick length while he fucked your face. “Your throat feels so fucking good. Fuck.” He tosses his back, sweet moans filling the room. Your eyes grew teary before he pulled you off of his cock, strings of saliva coating your lips while you gasped for air. “Messy fucking girl.” Satoru slapped his dick on your face.

With his hand still full of your hair, he guided your mouth to Geto’s pulsing cock, watching the way you eagerly stuck your tongue out as you took him down your throat. A soft groan left the man’s lips, clenching his jaw when you wrapped your hand around his base and bobbed your head up and down. “Good girl. Keep it up.” He hissed when he hit the back of your throat. You released him from your mouth, dragging your tongue down his veiny shaft, licking and sucking on his heavy balls while Gojo bucked his hips into your hands.

Your eyes veered over towards Gojo, smiling up at him before doing the exact same thing to him. You could tell he was more sensitive on his balls than Geto was, moaning louder when he felt your tongue on his balls, his eyes rolling into the back of his when you took one then in you mouth, gently sucking on it. “God, you’re so slutty.” Even though his words may have been harsh towards others, he said it with the utmost lust and appreciation. His hands cupped your face as he bent down and kissed your lips, sloppily dragging his tongue over your bottom lip and sucking on your tongue.

He lifted you with ease, pushing you back onto the plush bed, your head falling into the messy comforter. All while Gojo was making out with your and trailing his hands over your body, Geto was setting up his phone on the nightstand, grabbing lube from the bedside drawer. You were completely unaware of what they wanted to do with you, but at this point there was no going back. “We wanna try something with you.” Gojo kissed along your jaw, licking at the skin on your neck, ghosting his fingers over your cunt.

Gojo flipped you over to you were on top of him, kneading the plush flesh of your ass your rubbed your wet pussy up and down his shaft. A little yelped escaped from your lips when you felt a cold substance on your ass, looking back to see Geto, smirking down at you with a lube bottle in his hand. “I’ve never done anal,” you said worriedly, but god the idea of it sounded so hot. You’ve always seen it in porn and always wondered how good it felt but you knew it’d take some time before the stinging stretch would dissipate.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” His fingers massaged the lube around your rim, making sure to get it nice and wet. “We’ll take good care of you.” He rubbed the lube over his dick as well, biting down on his bottom lip as the mere thought of him and gojo fucking you at the same time. He couldn’t wait to see turn into a complete mess before them.

“Yeah,” Gojo smirked, “we got you.” His hands cupped your ass, spreading it open wider for Geto as he rubbed his swollen tip against your hole. “You can take it, right, baby?” Gojo landed a swift spank on your ass causing you to jolt.

“Y-yeah, I can take it.” You nodded at both of the men, squeezing your eyes shut when you felt his fat head press against your ass. “Oh my god!” You gasped, gripping onto the sheets below you. “Fuck!” The stretch made you wince and you pulled away from Geto to get a small break.

“Take it nice and easy.” He rubbed his hand up and down your back as Gojo placed sweet kisses on your cheek. You could feel him push in again, feeling his head make it through. “Ahh, shit,” he breathed, sucking in a breath.

“Mmmph!” You bit down on your knuckles, feeling Geto add more lube to help slide in easier. Slowly you could feel every inch of his enter inside of you. The stretch hurt, but damn did it feel good. “Nngh!” You cried, feeling Gojo grip onto you tighter until Geto was fully inside of you, resting for a minute. “You’re inside. I can feel it so fucking deep!”

What you didn’t expect was Gojo to lift your hips just high enough to where he could slide his cock inside of your pussy. With wide eyes you stared down at him, mouth agape as you inhaled deeply. They were both inside of you and without even moving, without even making you cum, your head was already spinning. You felt so full of them, succumbing to the feeling of how deep inside you they were.

And once they started moving, you let out the most wanton moans, falling forward on Gojo’s broad chest as Satoru thrusted his hips upward and Geto slammed his against your ass. You couldn’t even form words to express the amount of bliss and ecstasy you were feeling coursing through your entire body. “Pussy is so fucking wet. God, you feel so good. Yeah, take it like the slut you are,” Gojo grunted, harshly grabbing your ass before spanking it a few times.

Geto was mesmerized at the way you were taking both of their cocks, watching the way they slipped in and out of both of your holes while sat there and took it, body limp and staring in a fucked out haze like you were drunk on their cocks. And you were. You drunk, high, whatever it is, you were. “You like it, baby? Hm? Speak to us, pretty girl. Let and me and Satoru hear those moans,” he huffed, gritting his teeth when he pressed deeper into you.

“I love it! I love it so fucking much!” You cried. “Feels so fucking good, so deep inside of me! Fuck, I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum! I’m—” Your body began quivering as a deep guttural groan escaped your lips, the orgasm being so intense that your entire body felt like it froze up.

Gojo couldn’t withstand the way your pussy was clenching around him, milking him effortlessly with each thrust. His thrusts grew sloppier and faster as he chased his orgasm, before thick ropes of cum painted your velvety walls. “Goddamn! Fuck me, baby.” He moaned, holding onto you tightly as he pushed his seed deeper inside of you, fucking you nonstop.

“Keep going! Keep going! I wanna cum again! Please!” You begged, the sloppy sounds of your squelching pussy and skin on skin bounced off the walls of the bedroom.

Geto’s hips trembled as reached the brink of his orgasm, powering through it as he came inside you, still slamming his hips deep inside until his cum was leaking out. “Fuckkkk!” Geto let out an animalistic growl.

With all three of your sweaty bodies pressed together, and the mess of all of your cum mixed together, the filthy scene and thought only made you more turned on, more desperate. “Don’t fucking stop. Oooh, I’m gonna cum again. I’m gonna cummm—ahh!” You let out a scream of pleasure as your body quivered with such intensity, your orgasm taking over completely.

“You take it so fucking well, baby.” Gojo murmured against your ear, panting heavily as he pounded his cock into you. “You want us to cum inside you again, huh? Fill up your holes?”

“Yes! Yes!” You cried, gasping for air. “Oh my god!” Your eyes crossed and rolled back before Geto pushed your head down into the mattress. You bit onto the comforter, trying to suppress your moans but it was to no avail. Geto leaned down towards his boyfriend, pressing his lips to his as they sloppily made out while simultaneously pounding you. As if on cue, both of them could feel their orgasms approaching, swallowing each others moans. Before you knew it and they knew it, they were both cumming inside of you at the same time, breathy curses and moans shared between them.

For a minute they both stayed inside of you, all three of you trying to catch your breath before Geto pulled out first, looking down as he admired the way your hole was pulsating and his thick cum spilled out. Satoru did the same, pulling you off of his cock while his cum dropped down your folds and onto his balls. Your body felt weak, but you found the strength and roll off of Gojo and onto the bed where you were still trying to catch your breath.

Both of them cuddled beside you, pressing kisses to your jaw as they meekly smiled against your skin. “You doing alright, sweetheart?” Geto asked, tracing his fingers down your abdomen.

“I just need to rest because…holy shit.” You breathlessly chuckled.

They laughed with you, sharing your exact same thought. “You did amazing,” Gojo chimed in. “I can’t r thank you enough.” He locks eyes with Geto. “We can’t thank you enough.” He pulls you for a kiss but this time is sweet and soft, not heated and sloppy like before.

Geto pulls your gaze his way, also kissing you, pressing his lips against yours longer. “I almost forgot.” He sits up and grabs his phone off the nightstand, ending the recording. “Good memory to keep.” He teases.

“Shut up!” You shyly turn away from him as he was just pounding your ass just minutes ago.

“You know I can’t resist teasing you.” His lips curl into a smile.

“Is there anything we can do make it up to you for this?” Gojo asked, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “You were such a good girl we have to repay you.”

You thought about it for a second, staring at the ceiling. “Um,” you paused, “a nice hot, bubble bath with candles and some good food. Like that after sex food that hits the spot.” You smile, sharing looks between both of them.

“As you wish.”

[cursedyuri]

a blurb in which ellie’s a sex shop worker you’re becoming very, very well-acquainted with <3

18+ mdni! shoo!

you’re on the verge of what would be your most earth-shattering orgasm to date when your vibrator betrays you.

your naked body, painted with a thin layer of sweat, sprawls over the wrinkled sheets of your bed, the damp fabric clinging to your skin as you gasp for breath. you’re working the vibrator over your slick folds, through the creamy spend of your previous orgasm, and every sensation below your waist is pure ecstasy. it hasn’t taken long to bring you right back to the edge - your back arches of its own accord, your eyes squeezing shut as a flurry of daydreams passes through your head.

all of them, it turns out, involve the very person who’d sold you the vibrator buzzing between your legs. ellie.

her hands on your hips, your ass, your throat. her mouth on your neck, her tongue on your clit. you can almost feel the warm puffs of breath she’d huff down at you as she fucked you, splitting you open with her strap and leaving you empty-headed and spent.

the mental images alone are enough to send you reeling, and right as you’re about to pass the threshold into the white-hot, blinding pleasure of another orgasm, the persistent hum of your vibrator abruptly cuts off.

you could throw up. you could cry. you could exercise sound logic and just charge the damn thing, but instead of any of the above, you find yourself rummaging through your drawers for whatever clothes you can find. sweats and a band tee, a mismatched pair of socks. nothing else.

ellie’s behind the counter again when you pull the door open. the shrill chirp of the entrance sensors draws her eyes to you, and you’re unsurprised to find her smoking a cigarette, body huddled over the edge of the counter. her brows lift in surprise when she sees you.

“back already?” she asks, putting out her cig leisurely. “must’ve gone really well. or maybe really poorly?“

you don’t miss the way her eyes roam over your figure, lingering on your chest; you’re not wearing a bra, and the peaks of your nipples are visible beneath the thin fabric. your back straightens.

“it died.”

“oh,” ellie says. “did you… charge it?”

“no, i wanted to—i thought maybe i could try something else.” you chew at your lower lip, casting a glance at the wall of toys from which ellie had plucked your vibrating bullet the first time you’d come here. you turn back to ellie just in time to see something dark glimmer in her eyes. she nods.

“yeah, of course. think you’re ready for something more intense? c’mon.” she nods her head towards the toy section, her auburn hair cascading over her shoulder. you follow her and watch as she surveys the wall of toys, the sheer volume of packages just as overwhelming as last time. ellie reaches out for a hot pink box, shiny lettering spelling out Boss Lady across the top. you grimace.

“what kind of name is that for a sex toy?” you quip, reaching for the package. ellie snatches it out of reach.

“ah-ah, sweetheart, don’t doubt the Boss Lady. she packs quite the punch.”

“really, now?” you ask, cocking a brow. “you know from experience?”

ellie just smiles, dimples in her cheeks. “if the name is just too cringy for you, we can find something else. but i recommend her—i think you’ll have lots of fun with her.”

“okay, fine. you pulled my leg.” you reach for the box again, and ellie lets you grab it this time, her gaze on you as you flip the package over and read through some of the metallic pink text adorning the back. the only rabbit vibrator you’ll ever need, it reads. powerful dual stimulation will keep you satisfied!

it occurs to you then, as you follow ellie to the register and dig in your pockets for some cash, that you should probably be embarrassed. here you are, a week after your first ever vibrator purchase, ready to fork over some hard-earned cash for a second one—one with a questionable name, no less. your cheeks warm as ellie regards you from the other side of the register, the heels of her hands pressed to the counter. there’s a knowing look on her face, her lips curled into the faintest hint of a smirk, that dark look from earlier still dancing in her eyes.

god, she probably thinks you’re a sex addict. she totally thinks you’re a sex addict.

“is it weird that i’m back so soon?” you ask, before you can think to filter yourself. ellie’s brows knit together in confusion.

“huh? no, no, not at all—we have plenty of regulars, you know.” she types something into the register, eyes still fixed on you. “i’d say it’s weirder that you’re here at two in the morning.”

you blink. “two?”

“two twenty-one, to be precise.” ellie nods at the clock on the wall, the hour, minute, and second hands made of three different flesh-toned penis cutouts. “but hey, i get it. your vibrator died.”

you clear your throat. “how much do i owe you?”

“hm. well…” ellie drums her fingers on the cash wrap’s countertop. “i’m feeling generous tonight. answer one question for me, and Boss Lady is yours for free.”

“i’m awful at trivia,” you confess.

“trivia? jesus.” ellie barks a surprised laugh. “i’m not—it’s not trivia.”

narrowing your eyes, you shuffle up to the counter and nod. “okay, fine. ask away.”

ellie moves in closer, too, head dipping ever so slightly to allow her to peer down at you. it takes everything in you to keep your eyes from lingering over her frame and drinking in every inch of her: the bold lines of her forearm tattoo, the burn-holes in the collar of her shirt, the faint kiss of freckles on the bridge of her nose. but while you attempt to reign in your wandering gaze, ellie doesn’t hold back. she takes her time looking you over. bites the plush, pink swell of her lower lip.

then: “what were you thinking about?”

“huh?”

“earlier, when you were touching yourself. before the vibrator died. what were you thinking about?”

“that’s your question?” you chew on the inside of your cheek. embarrassment roils in your stomach; she has to know that, while your body writhed in the center of your mattress, cunt twitching and gushing, you’d been thinking of her.

ellie smirks. “you don’t need to answer if you don’t want to.”

“no, it’s… it’s okay,” you murmur. your palms are clammy and you force your gaze to Boss Lady, waiting patiently on the counter for her chance to help you see god. “i was thinking about, um… you, actually.”

you’re still staring at the gaudy pink package on the counter, hands squeezed into fists at your side. you can feel the half-moon indents of your nails digging into your palms, and just as the silence stretches a bit too long for your comfort, ellie laughs.

it’s a wicked thing, a biting sound. all self-satisfaction and enthrallment. you dare to steal a glance at her, and she’s grinning like a maniac, her cheeks tinged the prettiest shade of red.

“can i tell you something?” she asks, stuffing a hand into her pocket and pulling out a wad of cash. her fingers glide over the cash register, clicking at a few buttons, and she slides the money into each respective slot before pushing the drawer closed with a satisfying click. “i’ve been touching myself to the thought of you, too.”

mouth going dry, you gawk at ellie like she’s got four heads; she simply beams at you like she didn’t just admit that she’s thought about you with her hand between her legs. she leans over the counter, one strong hand reaching towards you to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“you seem nervous,” she says.

“i’m—i don’t…” you trail off, cheeks positively flaming.

“tell you what,” ellie begins, retracting her hand. she moves back from the counter and crosses her arms over her chest. your eyes flicker over the whorls of ink that decorate her skin, biceps flexed just so; your cunt throbs. “you can go now, if you want. i won’t stop you.”

“or,” she says, voice dipping low, husky, “you can lock that front door, and i can show you how much fun you can have with your new toy.”

she reaches a hand out and taps the box for emphasis, and you’re struck by how at ease she seems. how comfortable she is with your mutual attraction and the opportunity to act on it. it lights a fire in you, one that engulfs every last trace of doubt.

you lock the front door, of course.

[ilium-ilia]

In Limbo

simon "ghost" riley x fem!reader | mafia!au | masterlist

Chapter Twenty-Four: my girl

tw: smut, anxiety, mention of past non-con, blood/wounds, (slight blood kink if you squint really hard)

The stubble of Simon’s jaw scrapes against the side of your neck as he kisses you, teeth hovering over your carotid artery—yearning, but not biting; not yet. 

His knees press into the mattress, then hook beneath your thighs. Grunting, he pushes you up the bed, duvet dragging along beneath your body, bunching up around your head as if crowning you in a pillow of murky water. He pretends he does not feel the pull of thread—the way marred flesh wishes to separate, never to mend, always a gaping wound. He’s tasted you. Now, the only thing powerful enough to stop him from devouring you whole is your word. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” he murmurs hot against your skin. “Was bein’ a real arse.” 

Fingers running along the back of his skull, catching the short strands of his hair in your grasp, you hold him close in the crook of your neck. “You had me worried to death. 

“I know. I know, baby. Let me make it up to you.” 

His mouth wanders up. Throat, jaw, chin, lips—heavy on yours, grounding you while your arms wrap against the back of his neck again. Keeping him close. Keeping him safe. You think that as long as the two of you can stay like this, you’ll never let him go. You’ll never let him stray where harm can snatch him away from you. Not again. Not like this. 

Simon leans back, breaking your union with a quiet pop as the heels of his hands trowel into the mattress to keep himself from crushing you. You nearly begin to mourn the loss of him as he shimmies down your legs, but that loss abandons you the moment he leans to the side, leg bending, hand hooking beneath your knee to gently pry your legs open. 

The speed in which you comply shames you. You spread wide—you fall apart. Nothing but shards in his grasp, and Simon isn’t afraid to be torn to shreds as he falls back over you, hips nestled between your thighs, lips on yours again now that he can finally get closer to you. 

Dazed, you let him take control all while your hands mindlessly wander his body. Fingertips press into the bulging muscles in his back, and the thick layer of skin that covers them, over his scalp, the sides of his face, his chest. When you feel his heart thudding against his sternum, you almost start crying again. 

This is real. He is real, and in your arms, and Simon Riley is yours. 

“Fuck.” His curse is quiet. Forehead resting against your collarbones, nose pressing into your chest, he hisses between his teeth. “You dunno what you do to me, sweetheart.” 

Goosebumps dance along your skin as his thumbs start to hook beneath your shirt, rubbing at your waist. Your mind goes blank as his fingers wrap around your sides and dance towards the small of your back. Simon nearly groans when you lift your body, hands pulling at your shirt—an invitation, a request. He looks up at you, lips parted with excitement as he removes the unwanted garment. 

You try to keep the shame at bay as you lay here, chest bare, breasts fully exposed for Simon’s viewing. When you stare up at him, you realize that you’re too full of something else to feel that undesired trepidation. And when his hands reach for you, cupping your tits, you can only smile before his lips are on you again. 

A squeak escapes you as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. The warmth of his tongue running over the sensitive tissue has you experiencing something you never could recreate on your own. He scratches an itch you didn’t even know you had, forcing your back to arch into him. Soft tissue against his maw, pushing against bone, caught between careful teeth. When he chuckles, it gets caught in his throat—thick, like honey. 

“That feel good, baby?” he asks as he peppers kisses over your chest. 

Nodding your head, you hum in confirmation as he begins to move lower. Simon crawls down your body, lips pressing below your navel, fingers curling into your pants, nails grazing along your hip bones. Blinking, you look up at him as he leans back to view you—his ardor manifests in his eyes, sweet walnut burning to a crisp with his desire. 

“Yeah? Could give you more, if you want.” 

Eyes fluttering, you’re raising your hips off the bed in invitation before you can fully comprehend what you’re doing. 

“Please,” you say, voice tight, near pathetic. 

Simon’s avidity is poorly hidden as he yanks your bottoms off, panties and all, before discarding them into some forgotten corner of the world. He sits back on his haunches to look at you, and for a split moment you feel your stomach twist as you take in the sight of his wound. Puffy, irritated skin protrudes in an angry line through the scraps of his shirt, stitches hardly holding the edema. 

It only worsens as you look down at yourself. 

You stare at your mons and the way your pubic hair grows out, and you’re suddenly thrown back in time to another one of Marco’s torturous tirades. Always caught between voracious teeth, your only salvation from being devoured is from Marco’s dissolute enjoyment in watching you squirm. It was grueling. Suffocating. He went on and on about how he imagined you looked beneath the clothes you always wear—what you hide yourself with. Menthol burning your nose, heart thudding in your chest, you can still hear him. Still feel him. 

Bet you’re nice and smooth down there. Clean, like the cute little school girl you are, aren’t you? A nice pretty pussy. 

You don’t know why you started shaving after that—fear, mostly. Anxious that if you ever did take him up on his wretched offer, and your body wasn’t the way he imagined it to be, that you would suffer through that pain all for nothing. That he would take that part of you and hold onto it forever and you would still be stuck where you always have been, where you always will be—

—all thoughts of Marco and your stomach-churning past dissipates the moment Simon’s mouth lands on your inner thigh. 

Open lips, dull teeth against your skin, his kisses trail upwards just as he settles himself on the bed between your legs, head resting in the widening space between your thighs. Nothingness swallows your mind, numbs it in sweet euphoria just as Simon kisses your sex. His arms curl underneath you, shoulders burrowing beneath your legs, hands spreading flat over your stomach as if bracing himself before diving in. 

Twitching fingers press into the back of his head the moment his tongue finds your clit. Warmth sears through you, cleaving you clean in half, splitting your torso until your gooey insides are on display, steam emanating from your core as Simon continues to feed that heat into you. It prickles like needles into your cheeks, then flushes down your neck and to your chest—is this nirvana? The ecstasy you’ve always thought that has been too far from your reach? 

As Simon continues—hands pressing into your stomach, lips suckling at your clit, gasps falling from your mouth—you notice the world begins to sway. The bed rocks as if moved by the gentle waves of the ocean; turbulence of the marine. When you pick your head up off the bed and look past the expanse of Simon’s shoulders and back, you realize his hips move. Gentle, rocking; he’s grinding into the mattress, grunts smothered by your cunt. 

Eyes nearly rolling into the back of your sockets, your skull crashes back onto the bed, hands eagerly pulling at him, mind spinning faster than gears on a broken clock. Everything pulls taut; muscles threatening to shred themselves apart, core tensing as if ready for a blow—your back arches. Your vision becomes prismatic. Multicolored waves of incandescent water rippling as it grows larger, swallowing you whole, devouring you until—

—it crashes. Sends fractures all throughout your body until the heat of your blood feels too much to bear. The sound that leaves you feels foreign on your tongue. An animal howl. A fox’s cry. Simon takes it as praise and runs with it, still working along your clit, lapping at the arousal that drips from you, at the spit, drinking up your whining until your voice breaks. 

“Ah! Simon,” you gasp. 

Palm against his forehead, you push him away with writhing hips, thighs quivering, twitching uncontrollably, and though it feels like marring himself, he unlatches. Simon leans back and stares up at you, pupils wide, surveying you, anxious to have caused harm or discomfort. All his worries melt away when he sees the exhausted smile on your lips and how your chest heaves in breathless chuckles. 

“Fuck, that was- I…” The words escape you. They stumble and fall, crashing to the ground before they’re fully gestated, but Simon silences the thoughts as he hums and begins to crawl up over you again, palms digging into the mattress until he’s blanketing your body and hiding his face in the crook of your neck. 

Though your body feels like liquid, you manage to wrap your arms around his neck, holding his head close to you as the dopamine waves of your orgasm ebb and flow. Simon’s body is a comfortable weight upon yours, but you notice a distinct shift. Something swelling. Growing. It presses against you. Cuts into your thigh. Its need screams, and still Simon doesn’t speak a word about it. 

“So goddamn beautiful,” he mumbles between kisses against the side of your throat. 

Humming at his praise, you return the gesture with a kiss to the top of his head. “You’re so good to me, Si.” 

“Yeah?” he prompts. “Does this mean you forgive me?” 

His teasing pulls a chuckle from you, but you sigh in contemplation as your thumb rubs along the nape of his neck. “Maybe. I might still have to think about it.” 

“Oh?” 

Simon falls to the side with a grunt, fresh wound pressing into the duvet as he situates himself beside you. Still too much of a liquid to properly move, you turn your head to follow him, eyes studying his face and the bright pink that dusts the thin skin of his throat. His fingers trace your collarbones before gently gliding down the valley between your breasts, past your navel—down, down, down before they’re running through the overgrown hair on your mons. 

“Reckon I should put a bit more work in, then.” 

His fingers rub along your overworked clit, sending jolts of electricity through your body that forces your legs to twitch. A shaky breath expels from your lungs as your eyes screw shut, hand reaching out for his shoulder for stability. It’s too much, yet not enough. Half of your body yearns for another release, while the other half is still stuck with Simon’s tongue on your sex. 

He drinks in the way your body shivers beneath his touch. Simon thinks this might be the first time he’s seen you so relaxed. Not even in your sleep are you this malleable—so far removed from worry that the stress no longer manifests in the fibers of every muscle in your body. 

Grunting, he props himself up with his elbow before cupping your cheek. When he leans in for another kiss, you realize you can taste yourself on his lips. The sapor is thick. Musky with hidden brine. The union remains chaste before he’s pulling away and prodding at your mouth with the pad of his thumb. 

“Open f’me, baby,” he whispers. 

Mindlessly, you obey. Jaw unhinging, he takes the opportunity to press his fingers into your mouth, middle and ring gliding along your tongue. Iron—it flows over your tongue like fresh ichor wet in your mouth. He watches your eyes go blank while your lips close around him, cheeks nearly hollowing out as if to suck him in further. Cursing, he pulls himself free before his fingers float down between your legs, quickly prodding at your cunt before slowly sinking in. 

He smothers your gasp with a kiss just as the burn kicks in. It’s a cleansing sort of fire. Something holy. Near divine. It only consumes you more as he pushes deeper, knuckles spreading you further than you’ve ever been able to do on your own fingers, hitting deeper, petting that spot inside you that has your vision tunneling. Simon keeps things steady, restraining himself to the point his muscles shake and shiver. He doesn’t allow himself to speed up until your hips begin to move, urging his pace to pick up. 

“Oh fuck, Si, t-that feels so good, I…” Your voice wanders off, punctuated with a small squeak as his palm grinds against your clit. 

“Yeah?” he asks. He props himself up further, body hovering over yours, desperate to see every thought that flickers through your glassy eyes. 

You’re full. Worked open. Cunt fluttering tight around his fingers—sweat glues you to the mattress, sheets sticking to your feverish skin as Simon forces you to melt into the bed. Always so tightly wound—you and your silly string—you unravel. Frayed edges. Bare wire. 

You always thought sex would be scarier than this. Something to dread. Something that would hurt and pull you apart piece by piece until you were dismembered and on display—nothing but carrion for vultures to peck at. Something to feed while you were left to starve. But there’s no room inside of you. There’s no space for your fear, for any trepidation, for Marco. 

It’s just you and Simon. 

“Please!” 

The word erupts from your mouth before you fully understand what you’re even asking for, but the moment your hands find Simon’s stomach, you realize it. It’s been in front of you this whole time. 

“Please, Si,” you murmur as his fingers begin to slow. “I want you. I-I need you so bad.” 

Simon’s fingers go still, fat digits still keeping you open as he exhales, warm breath traversing across your face. He stares at you like you’ve spoken some unfamiliar language. Brows furrowing, lips pursing—his eyes betray his confusion. Deep down, that same concupiscence rises from the depths, surfacing in a gossamer glint. 

“You sure, sweetheart?” he questions.

His voice rumbles deep in his throat, and when he feels the way you clench around his fingers at the mere sound of him alone, something writhes inside of him. A monster waiting to break free. A beast waiting to devour. Simon nearly comes undone when you nod and your hips buck against him once more, chasing the stimulation he’s halted. 

“Yes. Please, Simon.” 

It doesn’t take much more convincing than that. Your very word alone could bring him to his knees, and if he wasn’t already lying next to you, it just might have. Carefully, he pulls his fingers out of you before his body moves away from yours, slipping off of the bed and onto his feet. In a single, rigid motion, he shucks his shirt off, presenting his torso and the injured flesh that lies beneath. 

Able to finally take in the full view of what Marco had done to him, your stomach drops when you realize how far back it goes. It slices along his ribs, going so far along bone and muscle that you don’t think your hand could fully wrap around the cut. Then, there’s the stitches. How many of them there are. How the skin pulls away from the thread. 

For a moment, you forget all about it as Simon’s hands work at the button of his trousers. Belt flinging free with a clink, blue jeans falling past his hips and over his thighs. Then, he is finally bare before you. Fatty muscle coating his abdomen, dark hair below his navel, a wide scar on his thigh—a thick cock in his hand, and the odd silver dots that line the shaft. 

“What is that?” The question leaves your mouth before you are able to think better of it, but you still can’t get your eyes to leave him. Ruddy tip, fat veins—you’ve never been so eagerly terrified in your life. 

As he finishes kicking his jeans off, Simon looks down at himself with furrowed brows before a crooked smirk pulls at his lips. “Oh, these?” he asks. He pulls his cock up so that it’s flat against his stomach, underside in plain view. You try not to pay attention to how far along his own abdomen it reaches, or how it’s supposed to compare to your own body. “My piercings?” 

“Piercings?” you repeat. Now that he’s said it, it makes perfect sense. Several barbells cut through his skin, all lining up like railroad tracks along the bottom of his penis. You count a dizzying amount of piercings… 3…4…5…

“It’s called a Jacob’s Ladder,” Simon chuckles as he lets himself go. Instead, he leans forward, hands hooking beneath your knees to pull you closer to the edge of the bed. Your squealing giggle makes him grin wider than you’ve ever seen as he places your legs to rest on either side of his hips. “Makes sex feel better. Both for me, and you.” 

As if to prove his point, Simon rests his cock on you. It’s warmer than you expected—emenating heat from his needy tip as his shaft settles right into your slit. Then, he moves. Languid thrusts, his piercings run along your clit with ease, well aided by his tongue and mouth from before, and you gasp as that electricity begins to build once more. Each bell sends a jolt through your body. Back and forth, as if sawing you open, your body shivers. 

“O-Oh, that feels- yeah that’s good,” you stutter just as your eyes flutter shut. 

Humming, Simon leans forward. One hand holding himself up, and the other cradling the back of your head to look at him, you feel the way he grinds into you, how he leaks onto your abdomen, warm and sticky. “Yeah? Do you want more, baby?” 

Bottom lip catching between your teeth, you nod. Simon chuckles and shakes his head as his thumb rubs along your jaw. 

“Gonna need to hear it from ya, sweetheart,” he goads. 

“Please, yes, I-I want more,” you spew like a broken faucet. “I love you so much, Si, I just- oh fuck.” 

Lining himself up with your cunt, he hardly pushes in before your mind is wiped clean—slate fresh and glistening. You try to throw your head back as he goes further, but Simon’s grip won’t let you. He keeps you steady. He keeps you looking at him as he moves in, then slightly out, then further; easing himself, letting you take all the time you need. 

Once he fully bottoms out, you exhale hot against his face. Your body is so full, so heavy. He’s filling something you never knew was empty, something you know he can’t leave because if he does, then you’ll always be aware of this cavern. Of this void within you. 

Then, his lips are on yours, drinking you in, palm against the base of your skull to hold you steady as he begins his thrusts. They’re careful, near courteous. Each drag brings with it a slow wave of fire that burns and spits. Swirling embers rising in your chest, up your throat, into his own mouth as you groan with shaky vocal cords. Your hands reach for Simon’s shoulders to hold yourself steady through the rocking as you moan into his mouth, knees digging into his sides. 

Simon only allows himself to speed up when your hips begin to writhe again, silently begging for more. Even then you can feel the restraint building within his muscles. How he chains himself back, collared and leashed, a bad dog turned good yet still yearning to fall back in his old ways. 

“That feels so good,” you mumble against his mouth. Humming in agreement, Simon trails kisses along your face until he’s burrowed in the side of your neck again. Dull teeth nip at your tender skin, and you gasp. “I just—fuck—this is- you are…” 

None of your words come out right. Jumbled. Half formed. Still, Simon smiles against your skin. 

“Yeah, baby? You’re so goddamn perfect, you know that?” he asks. His hips jerk forward, rougher this time, like a tick he can’t hold back, and your mellifluous gasp has him yearning for more. “Drivin’ me fuckin’ insane. I’d do anythin’ for you. Fuckin’ anything, you know that?” 

When you can’t bring yourself to think of a coherent answer, Simon pulls his torso off of you, body leaning back so that he’s standing once more. Hands gripping your hips, he once again pulls you closer, bum halfway off of the bed, before he hooks his arms beneath your knees, pushing your legs closer to your chest. This angle has him slicing through you, cock stretching you wide, pistoning so deep into your cunt that each thrust has you losing your breath. 

You slap a palm over your mouth to hold back a contorted moan. “Oh my god, Simon, f-fuck!” 

“My girl,” Simon growls over the lewd squelching of your pussy. “Gonna take good care of you. Gonna do whatever it fuckin’ takes. I love you so fuckin’ much, baby. Fuckin’ hell, I’m- you dunno what you fuckin’ do to me, sweetheart.” 

Knees pressed further to your chest, you feel that cord within you begin to fray. Exposed wire. Charged metal. Sparking. Shooting. Igniting. Your toes curl as your knees begin to stiffen, but Simon doesn’t allow you to become too rigid. Pushing himself deep inside and growing still, he drops one of your legs so that his hand is free to thumb over your clit, and you squeal. His name falls from your lips, fragmented and brittle, and he groans. 

“Yeah, that’s right, baby. C’mon. Yeah. Yeah, that’s it.”

Then, he feels it. The contractions. Heavy, throbbing, pulling tight around him, fluttering like butterfly wings and a hummingbird’s heart. And he sees it. You. Eyes widening, then closing, pulse pounding in your neck, jumping through your skin as your head tilts back, mouth half open, breasts pushing into the air. 

His girl lays out before him, cracked open, spilling like pomegranate seeds from an empty husk with a smile on her face. Simon doesn’t think he can fall more in love with you than he is in this moment. The sweet ivory peeking between wetted lips. The weak perspiration that dances along your collarbones. Something within him lurches despite the lack of stimulation—it tightens like a hand around his throat, snapping free like a rubber band pulled past its limit. 

“Shit,” he hisses. 

Simon yanks himself free of you, and you gasp at the sudden loneliness inside your cunt. Raising your head off of the mattress, you watch the way his hand wraps around the base of his cock, knuckles white as his cum shoots free in long lines on your stomach. He pants, chest heaving and stomach tensing, muscles faintly showing through a comfortable layer of fat, and you find yourself breathlessly laughing. 

You think you finally understand what everyone means when they talk about sex; this was… fun. 

Collapsing on top of you, Simon’s body blankets your torso, lips once more on your throat, cum smearing on your stomachs. Your laughs continue to flow as his stubble scrapes your skin, and you hum at the way his arms tighten around you, pulling you close, keeping you safe. 

For a moment, as the two of you lay there in each other’s arms, the world feels quiet. There is not a single car running through the street or vibration that cuts through the wall—there is only your heart beating in tandem with Simon’s. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?” Simon lazily murmurs into your neck. 

“Me?” you repeat with a scoff. “Yeah fucking right. I’m not the one who came home with a million stitches.” 

His silence is smothered by a quiet smile against your skin. “Anythin’ for you, sweetheart.” 

The heels of his hands dig into the mattress as he pushes himself up, feet on the floor, body awkwardly leaning into you and the bed. Simon stares down at you and your glowing skin, that radiating smile no longer shrouded in secret fear, in skipped heartbeats, or agita. His cum still stains your skin—thickening as it cools, bright sheen going dull as it dries—but his smirk fades when he sees the red. 

Ichor. Fresh, oxygenated blood. Splatters. Drips. Bright spots on your torso. Grimacing at the sensation, you look down at yourself alarmed, but your eyes only grow wider when you notice the several popped stitches that fray along the laceration on his chest. 

“Simon, your cut,” you remind. 

“Didn’t even feel it.” He says with a huff. “It’s nothing. I think I’ve got a few butterfly bandages somewhere.” 

This is the part of sex no one ever told you about—the aftermath. The tending. Both you and Simon end up in the master bathroom together, fully naked, cleaning one another up. Wet rag against your stomach, he cleans up his mess. The best and worst parts of him that stain your skin soaked up in pink tinged cotton and tossed aside. Each swipe along your body is followed by a kiss. You are not disgusting or ruined from his intimate touch—you are all the more attractive. All the more loved. 

When it’s your turn, you sew him together with trembling hands. Untrained fingers delicately place bandages and pull skin together, mending the damage Marco had caused. Here, up close, you get to see just how far the harm goes. Further than skin deep. Further than it ever should have gone. He makes no sound as you pull the bandages taut, but you see the clenching of his jaw, the heat building in his throat. Simon hides it well, but it still hurts him. His anger still dwells somewhere within him, coursing through every artery and vein that has yet to cauterize shut. 

Once you’re finished, you wash your hands clean in the sink, rosy water swirling down the drain. Simon presses himself behind you, chest against your back, bare skin melting together, arms wrapped around your torso. You’re hardly able to dry your hands before you’re being assaulted with an onslaught of kisses. 

“You’re adorable,” you chuckle, damp hands resting on his forearms. 

“Thought I was an idiot?” he challenges. 

“That, too.” 

Gently, he spins you around to face him before he’s embracing you properly. Your fingers dig into his shoulders as you rest your head against him. The two of you begin to sway. Bare feet on cold tile. Skin tightening from the cold, yet basking in his warmth. Your eyes flutter shut. Your mind buzzes, unknown radio frequencies cutting through your brain, nothing but a jumbled mess. 

“How’re you feelin’ baby?” he asks. Careful fingers glide along your spine, tracing the curve.

“Good,” you hum. “Maybe a little sore. Definitely ready for bed.” 

“Sore?” Simon repeats, alarmed. “I wasn’t too rough, was I? You could’ve told me to stop if-” 

“No,” you interject, grip on him tightening. “No, it was good. Perfect.” Head rising from his body, you look at him, eyes locking together. “I love you.” 

With one more kiss, the two of you prepare for bed. Simon opts to wear an old tanktop marred with grease and oil stains to ensure he doesn’t bleed on the sheets, and in no time the lights are off and the two of you are in each other’s arms. Head on his chest, right ear pressed against his ribs, the sound of his heart and blood filling your hearing—you’re almost able to fall asleep before it hits you. 

The mess. 

It’s halfway through February. Your last payment to Marco was in November. You doubt he’s idly sitting by, content with the fact that you’ve vanished from existence. That you’re here in Simon’s arms, virginity gone, no longer his to claim. His discontent is proved by the forming scar now tainting Simon’s skin. Swallowing, you nuzzle your nose further into his side. 

“Si?” you ask. 

“Yeah, baby?” 

“When you said Marco had pictures of me… what… what kind of pictures were they?” 

Even motionless in bed you feel the change in Simon’s body. The tension slices through him worse than a blade, unkind and unrelenting. Fingers curling. Fists clenching. It’s like he’s back in Tsar Trading again. Ready to fight. Ready to kill. 

“You shouldn’t worry ‘bout that, baby,” he whispers as he pulls you closer. 

The beat that separates your thoughts and mouth lasts for only a second. 

“They were from that day, weren’t they? The one I told you about, when Marco made me…” It dies on your tongue. Shrivels. Dissipates into dust. 

There’s no use in lying to you. “Yeah.” 

Silence falls over you like a weighted blanket, but Simon doesn’t dig for a response too quickly. He lets it settle. Lets it surface the way it needs to—naturally, slowly, lest he causes more harm. 

“I always thought that people were taking pictures,” you admit, voice more even than you anticipated. “I never knew for sure because he wouldn’t—like—let me look anywhere else but… well… I just—their sneers. The laughing. I just don’t know if the closure makes me feel better or worse.” 

“He’ll pay for it one day,” Simon promises. It’s a solemn troth that ought to scare you, but doesn’t. “I know that won’t make you feel better, but he’ll never do anythin’ like that again. He’ll leave you alone. Won’t ever lay a fuckin’ finger on you. You’ll at least get to heal from that cunt ‘n everything he did to you.” 

Yes. Payment. Revenge. Simon has told you as such over these last few weeks that he’ll take care of everything for you, still, there is secrecy to his words. There is something he’s withholding. When he first mentioned it—this nameless task he must complete for your sake—it only worried you. 

Now, it terrifies you. 

“Will you have to eat a cockroach for it?” you anxiously jest. 

“Maybe,” he humors. 

You hum, but it’s dull. Empty. Lacking warmth. “Will you at least tell me what it is before you have to do it? What it really is? Whatever… whatever it is?”

His thumb glides over your arm, gently rubs into your skin. Lovingly. Adoringly. “Course.” Leaning up, he presses a kiss to the crown of your head. “Try not to worry ‘bout it too much, baby. Like I said, I’ll take care of it.” 

“Okay.” 

“Promise?” 

A chuckle escapes you when Simon throws your own verbiage back in your face. Grinning, your fingers tap against his sternum, gentle and mindless, like he’s the only distraction you need. 

“Promise.”

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[alwaysanundertone]

@randomcreator-09 thank you for the request! I did my best even though this isn't something I'm too familiar with, but I tried! Hope you'll enjoy it

Day 27: breeding kink | Remus Lupin

smut

TW: breeding kink, piv, nipple play

You didn’t know what was happening to your boyfriend lately, but he was… unhinged.

On Monday, you were going to class when you were snatched into a corner of the hallway, Remus’s hands all over you, touching and groping anywhere he could reach. This wasn’t something you were used to, your boyfriend usually being more discreet in public. It was hot, of course it was when you were the centre of your boyfriend’s attention; still, you couldn’t help but be a bit alarmed by the sudden shift in his behaviour.

Then, on Wednesday he quite literally drag you out of potions class to fuck you in a bathroom, and it was then that it clicked: the blood moon was approaching.

Only a few months before Remus talked to you about his furry problem and about how much he hated not being in control of his actions under the moon’s influence. After that, you read all about the moon’s phases, you studied in the library on every book you could find, and you stood by his side during that time of the month.

This time, though, it was a bit different. You knew that the blood moon could cause some changes you weren’t used to, you thought Remus would become more possessive, you didn’t even think about the sexual part.

So, now that you were in his bedroom and he was quite literally reducing your clothes to shreds, you couldn’t help to be a bit excited about the changes that you were about to see.

“Gonna make you feel so” He groaned, interrupting himself, his hands gripping your hips to the point of bruising. “Good you won’t be able to think about anything else”

You moaned as he connected his lips to your neck, sucking harshly, marking you. He lowered himself as his mouth connected to your tits, his hips rutting against your naked core, making you shiver. He nipped at the supple skin, then licking over the mark to soothe you. You whimpered as he sucked at your nipples, the stimulation going straight to your core, which was now leaving an embarrassing wet stain on Remus’s grey boxers.

He followed your gaze, chuckling darkly when he saw the splotch. “Look at the mess you made, you’re  so needy”

With one swift motion his boxers were off, and he was now hovering over you. His eyes were hyper focused on your every movement, but most importantly, it was like something changed inside of him. Looking into his eyes, you didn’t see his usual soft gaze, there was something more primal in it, it was like your Remus was somewhere else.

You cradled his cheeks with your hands, he sighed, closing his eyes.

“I love you” He smiled softly at that, pecking your lips.

“I love you more”

Then, the sweet moment was gone as he spread your legs, his hands securing them on both sides of his waist. With one, deep thrust he entered you. He didn’t give you time to adjust, he was immediately rutting inside of you at a fast pace, your tits bouncing, almost hurting you.

He gripped one of your thighs, throwing one of your knees on his shoulder, the new angle making you  whimper. “Yes, that’s it love, tell me how good I can make you feel”

He lowered his lips on your neck once again, you knew that you’d be waking up with a bruised neck. The hand that wasn’t holding your leg flew to your clit, rubbing it harshly, making you gasp.

“Remus… Slow… Down” You panted, back arched as you tried to hold back the obscene moans that were begging to fly out of your mouth.

He slapped your pussy, a burning sensation immediately adding to your wetness. “You will take what I will give you” He thrusted inside of you once again, this time hitting your G-spot, making you gasp. He smiled. “Yeah, there it is.”

He intensified the pressure on your clit, and in no time you were coming all over his dick. You clenched around him, making him groan. He picked up hi speed once again. “Gonna fill you with my babies, love” You moaned, him grinning down at you. “You’d like that, don’t you?”

Your clit felt raw as he kept on rubbing on it, your head spinning with all the stimulation you were enduring, his words only making you wetter. “Remus, please, I can’t”

“You will” He pressed down on your lower belly, rutting into you, and you couldn’t help but come as he filled you with his seed.

He stood on his forearms, caging you in while he tried to catch his breath, his forehead shining with sweat. After a bit, he kissed your forehead, cooing when you whimpered as he pulled out.

As his seed flowed out of you, he pushed it back in, making you shiver. He slowly rolled up your panties, kissing just above your mons Venus, smiling up at you.

“Can’t wait until you’re all full with my babies”

You sighed, reaching down to scratch his head. Even though you both knew that it was nearly impossible, given the fact that you were on the pill, you couldn’t help but smile at the prospect of a life with Remus and your kids.

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[jybyls]

Bathroom sex || V.C

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Synopsis: You help Vada with her phobia of going in the school's bathroom.

Warnings: smut, g!p Vada, unprotected sex, p in v, spanking, dom!Vada (?), Public sex, and I think that's all.

Words: 1.4k~

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Monday afternoon. 1.23 p.m. Bathroom floor. Weed. And Vada Cavell next to you. With her lips on you.

Yeah, that's your situation right now.

Vada lips travelled down your neck, leaving hickeys on her way. You threw your head back to give her more access. Her hands were glued to your waist. Meanwhile, you were holding yourself up with the sink. You felt a bulge against your pants, but you didn't even have the time to react that Vada had turned you around, your back facing her.

She bent you over then leaned down to whisper in your ear, “You want this ? Right ?” She softly kissed your ear, waiting for your answer. You bit your lips to surpress your moans, so you just nodded, but that wasn't enough for her. She needed an actual answer. “Nuh uh, talk.” She squeezed your waist tighter and nipped your lobe. You dropped your head as your hands were holding on the sink harder than ever.

You gave in, “Vada, please.” And that was enough for her to start her assault on you. She smiled before taking your pants off. You gasped at the cold air hit your still convered sensitive part. On the other side, Vada couldn't help but smirk at the sight of your ass. She squeezed your butt then let her hands go up underneath your shirt, slowly revealing your back. You understood what she wanted to do and helped her take off your shirt. You were now half naked, only in underwear. Vada is as much of a ass girl as a boobs girl, so with your ass spread out for her and your boobs reflecting on the mirror for her, it's, “What heaven looks like.” She said, biting her lower lip as her hands roamed around your body.

Vada, being Vada, she started to wonder about a million things, and she let you know about her wonders, “Are you sure everyone is in class right now ? Like no one can brust in on us fuking, right ? Not that we're fucking right now but we're about to 'cause I'm very hard and you're horny. Wait you're horny, right ? You're not faking, are you ? You want my dick, right ? Cause I want your pussy. Not in a weird way, just-” You moved your hips bakwards on her hard-on to shut her up, and it worked. She gasped, immendiatly putting her hands on your hips, not to push you away but closer.

She rubbed her cock against your ass. She groaned when she felt you following her mouvement. “It's just you and me, baby, just focus on me, alright ?” You questionned and she mindelessly nodded her head her mind already forgot about all her worries. She spread out your butt cheeks to put her dick in between even if she's still wearing her shorts you can perfectly feel her because she doesn't wear underwear so you can always tell when she's hard. She kept humping your ass while her hand moved inside your panties to tease your clit. You moaned out in surprise as her skilledfull fingers work their magic on you.

Her unexistene patient got her. She snatched her shorts off, her dick standing out proudly, throbbing for you. She took your panties off and moaned at the sight of your wet pussy. You arched your back into her, your impatience hitting too. She wasted no time and thrusted her lenght inside of you. You both moaned at the feeling, her fingers were still playing with your clit to help you et used to her size. No matter how many you had sex with her you always need time to get used to her length.

After a few seconds, you nodded to signal her she could move. Her thrust was slow and deep at first, but her horniness got the best of her, and she quickly fastened her pace. Her thrust got fast and hard, the tip of her cock always hitting your sweet spot which made you see stars. If became hard for both of you to stay quiet but one specific thrust made you let out a broken scream of her name, "Wanna get us caught baby ?" She asked right after putting her hand on your mouth, but she's evil instead of slowing down her pace so you could calm down she deepened them. Slowly taking out her length of you to slam it back inside of your tight pussy and to that she added circular movement once her hips were glued to your ass. Oh she knows how you drive you crazy.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your knees gave up and so did your arms, Vada had to keep you up with one arm and she took advantage of the position of her hand to tease your clit. You jolted at the sensation, moaned against her palm, your back instinctively arched to get more of her like her whole cock wasn't buried deep inside of you.

She chuckled at your action, watching you trying to get more of her. "Needy, are we ?" She stopped moving but brought you closer her, making your back arched ever so sweetly, "You didn't answer my first question. Do you want us to get caught ?" Your body couldn't help it, but move on her dick, trying to get any sort of friction. You shook your head 'no' to answer her. She seemed satisfied enough because she took her hand off your mouth back on your side the other one giving one last slap on your clit before slapping your butt cheeks repeatedly. "Ugh.. fuck." You whimpered, you tried your best to stay quiet but she wasn't helping your case so as a revenge you did the only thing you could do in this situation: Squeeze her cock as tight as possible.

The timing was perfect the second she picked up her pace again. You squeezed her hard-on. She stopped herself, her head falling on the shoulder, her face being so close to your ear that she had perfectly heard her pathetic moans. Her breath became irregular, and small whimpers of your name could be heard. She tried to move but it wasn't as successful as she thought it'd be, "No-not fair..." She whimpered against your skin, "What's unfair, love ?" You asked. You definitely knew what she was talking about, but revenge is revenge.

"What you're doing. Not cool. Fuck.. so tight." She tried to sound more confident but the feeling of your gummy walls around her cock were driving her wild, "Baby you need t-to let me go.. please." The rasp in her voice only made you wetter, but when you felt her dick throbbing you decided to take pity on her.

She moaned out, and you thought she was going to be soft after this, but you were terribly wrong. Her pace immediately picked up, and her hands were holding you so tightly that it definitely left a stain on your skin. Her thrust never got so hard and fast. She was destroying you, and you loved it. You bit your lip so you wouldn't scream your girlfriend's name in the middle of school.

You moved your hand to hold hers, but instead of holding your hand, she pinned your wrist on your small back. It was probably the first time Vada was so "quiet" during sex. She usually always talks you through it, but right now, she was way too focused on making you regret what you did to her to talk.

She spanked you, leaving red handstains on your ass. She felt how your pussy squeezed her but this time she could tell you weren't controlling it, "Getting close ?" She groaned out. You nodded, your breath was shaky and irregular, your nails digged your palm while your other hand was holding on to the sink.

"Fuck, me too." She breathed out, you again felt her dick throbbing inside of you. Her thrusts were sloppy and more weak, you looked up to the mirror to see her reflection. Veins popped up her neck, hair messy and eyes already on you. She was already looking at you through the mirror, if you didn't look up she probably would have made you.

"Look at me when you cum, darling." You tried your best to not close your eyes as your orgasm was getting closer and closer. Vada's hand found its way back to your clit and that was your last straw. You came shouting her name, totally forgetting where you were but so did she. She followed you a few seconds later, cumming into you with a moan of your name.

Let's pray no one heard that.

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Bonus:

You: You're buying my morning pills and will make sure no one starts any rumours about us.

Vada: Yes, ma'am.

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A/n: Hey :) So that's horrible, but at least I posted something else than pics and videos of Jenna. Still hope you enjoyed it

Have a good day/night. Love y'all <3

[ohimsummer]

THAT’S THE WRONG NUMBER ft. TOJI FUSHIGURO

— minors dni, female! reader, riding toji, kind of exhibitionism, reader gets called a slut, creampie, light dumbification, cuckholding, inspired by a conversation I had with my coworker lol

wc 1.1k

Toji’s eyes jerk open, the soft ‘plap plap’ of you bouncing on his cock overcome by the shrill ring of his cellphone. The device, having obnoxiously interrupted his bliss, vibrates restlessly on the wooden side table. Toji stares at the unknown number on his screen, a brow raised in mild concern. There were only a select few people who had his number and all of them were listed in his contacts, so he really had no idea who it could be.

Your movement slows as you notice the subtle change in his mood.” Somethin’ wrong, Toji?”

He smoothes a large hand over your waist, tightens his grip and raises your body until just his tip remains inside. “You don’t worry your pretty lil’ head ‘bout it, doll, keep goin’ for me.”

Humming and lowering your hips, Toji doesn’t have to tell you twice before you’re engulfing his cock in your needy hole again. Your hands find purchase on his spread knees, and you watch him through the window’s reflection. A hand reaches around to squeeze your breast before massaging a nipple under his thumb. Toji pinches it between two fingers, drawing a whine from you, and then tugs at the hardened bud while the other hand tucks his phone between his ear and shoulder.

“Mm?”, Toji grunts into the speaker, obviously annoyed.

The other person hesitates for a second, before asking, “Er–, is this, uh, Y/N?”

Dark eyes bore holes into your back, and your skin tingles beneath Toji’s hard, irritated gaze. “Who’s askin’ ?”

The person, some guy, stutters over the line for a few seconds and Toji grins. “Some-someone gave me their number earlier, sorry I must’ve called the wrong one-“

“Nah, nah.,” Toji quickly corrects them. “She’s right here, lemme give her the phone.”

His words barely register in your mind before Toji’s holding the phone to your ear. You hesitate, and he warns you with a particularly harsh thrust before you’re taking the phone in a shaky grasp. “Attagirl.” he groans lowly behind you. As you slur out a half-assed greeting, you notice your boyfriend plant his feet on the floor, grip fastening on your hips as Toji stills your movements. You give him a pitiful, needy glance, one he huffs a laugh at, and Toji uses his strength to hold you steady.

“H-hey–!,” you squeak out as Toji suddenly slams into you, breath snatched away at his sudden wild and relentless pace.

You recognize the voice on the other end instantly, some weirdo who wouldn’t take no for an answer when he asked for your number, so you gave him Toji’s instead. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, both in aggravation and toe-curling pleasure from the thick drag of Toji’s cock amongst your walls. You feel every vein and every twitch, every throb of his length amidst the wet heat of your pussy, and you stuff a fist between your teeth just to smother your moans.

“Hey, what’s up?,” the guy asked. “It’s Anthony, we met in the superm…”

His voice fades away instantly, all you can focus on is the way Toji’s fat dick plunges deeper and deeper with every thrust. You balance on your toes, nails sinking into Toji’s legs just to help you stay upright. He runs a hand down the arch of your back, presses you forward just a bit and leers at the gooey, white mess built up at the base of his cock. The lewd mixture of cum, slick, and precum connecting the both of you between every thrust. Just under the sloppy sound of skin against skin, Toji can still hear that prick on the phone rambling on and on, but what he can’t hear? Those filthy cries and curses you usually make whenever he impales you on his dick. And he doesn’t like that, not one bit.

“T- Toji!,” you feebly warn as his hand trails lower, stopping to lightly twist your erected nipples before making it’s way to rub rough, messy circles on your swollen clit. “Don’t–!”

“Uhh…,” Anthony mutters awkwardly on the phone. “Is this a bad time…?”

“G-give me, ah, one min–ute!”, you force between half-muffled whines before Toji shoves himself into you once more, nudging at that spongy spot inside you and a broken sob breaks out from your lips.

“You sure?”

A quick “mhm!” is all you can muster as your release threatens to tip over the edge. Moans and whimpers leak out around your fist still tightly wedged in your mouth, soaked with drool that also drips down your chin, and you opt to hold Toji’s phone at arm’s length.

He stands behind you, dragging your hips up with his own to continue his feverish assault on your body. Every thrust pounded into you lurches your body forward, the phone now dangling in your feeble grip. You clutch at his forearm, nails leaving behind angry, red scratches and you can’t hide the loud, ruined wails Toji drives out of you.

A bruising grasp on your hips, he leans over your back to mutter against your ear. “Ya still on the phone with that guy?” He laughs a low chuckle in your ear. “Ya want him to hear you bein’ a slut on my dick, huh? That’s why you givin’ my number out to random guys, so they can hear you on the phone gettin’ fucked up?” Your pussy clenches around him at his words.

And just to make a point, his teeth sink into the sensitive spot of your neck, and you groan so loud there’s no way Anthony didn’t hear it. You can faintly hear him still on the line, but you couldn’t possibly bring yourself to care at this point. Toji’s dick batters against the sweet spot of your pussy, and it has your brain turned to complete mush. Your legs nearly give out as your high comes crashing down on you in massive waves, and Toji holds you upright to fuck you right through it. His dick twitches inside you and you can tell he’s close. “Ugh, f-fuck,” he grunts into your neck, “Cummin’ angel–“ His thrusts grow stuttered, balls tightening and he slows to a grind against your ass as heavy loads of his release spurt deep inside you.

You drawl out one last moan as Toji eases out, leaving you with an empty sensation; you can feel his and your cum dripping out your fluttering hole and down your thighs. Arms limply falling towards the floor, the cellphone slips from your hand, luckily landing on the carpet with a soft ‘thud!’, and you whine when Toji plunges two thick fingers into your cunt to stuff his cum back inside. “You worked hard for this, didn’t you? Can’t waste it now.” And you mindlessly nod your head in agreement, much to his amusement. A loud round of pants and gasps for air fill the room, apparently loud enough for Anthony to hear as you and Toji both watch the words ‘Call Ended’ show up on the screen.

[thepaperpanda]

A Promise Unyielding || Dabi x fem!reader

Summary: During a night patrol, you find yourself being pulled into a dim alleyway by your villainous boyfriend

Warnings: smut w/o plot

Word count: 1820

Authors: Cass & Rouge

During one of the night patrols, Dabi decided to simply snatch you off the street and pull you into a dark alleyway. "Look at you! Dressed so nicely. My little hero," Dabi purred, wrapping arms around your waist as he pressed you against a cold wall.

You looked shocked at Dabi, your hands instinctively grabbing onto his shoulders for support. "What are you doing?" You asked, your voice trembling with disbelief. "Brrr! Cold!"

"Oh, now you pretend to feel cold? Somehow you didn't whine like that the last time we fucked outside," Dabi chuckled, pushing his knee between your legs, parting them wider. "I missed my little hero. Don't tell me you didn't miss me."

Your cheeks flushed with a deep blush as you heard his words, and your heart raced in response. And then, as his knee pushed in between your thighs, a wave of desire and anticipation coursed through you. "Dabi..." You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Your bodies pressed together, intensifying the electrifying connection between you as you desperately started planting kisses on his jawline.

His hand grasped on your hip tightly, he picked you up, pressing you more against the wall. 

"Is that all you can say to me now? Or are we playing a hero and a bad, bad villain, huh?” Dabi purred, kissing your neck while his hands started working on getting rid of the costume you wore. "You look so pretty in it but I prefer you without too many clothes on."

You blushed deeply at his words, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. It was remarkable how Dabi possessed this uncanny ability to make you flush with just a single word spoken. His presence had a way of igniting a fire within you that you couldn't easily extinguish. "Not... here," you whispered, your voice barely audible as he began to work on your clothes. A mixture of excitement and apprehension coursed through you, and the thought of being caught in such an intimate act fueled your desires.

Dabi laughed shortly, hands moving along your back. "Not here? And why is that?" He muttered lowly, close to your ear. "What? Are you worried your hero friends will witness you getting fucked by a villain? Are you worried they will find out you are just a bad guy's slut?”

"T-they won't understand..." You whispered quietly, shivering under his every touch.

"Not that they would ever understand," he rolled his eyes. "The minimum we can offer is a small spectacle. Don't you agree, doll?" Dabi hummed, slowly removing the lower part of your gear.

You parted your lips, holding tightly onto his neck. "You'll be the death of me one day." You kissed his jaw again, soon aiming for his lips.

Dabi suddenly set you back on the ground and kneeled between your legs, putting one of them over his shoulder. "Oh, I don't think you deserved a kiss yet." Fortunately, with your costume, gaining access to your undergarments was a simple task. Two of his fingers pressed into the soft fabric of your panties. "Look at that. So against it yet my little doll is already wet, just for me. Interesting."

You slipped your hands into his black, spiky hair, relishing the soft texture as your fingers entwined in the strands. His hair felt slightly rebellious, matching his edgy demeanor. "Oh my Gosh," you whispered, barely moving your lips. "Please, I need you to fuck me, I won't hold it any longer... Do I sound like a needy whore? God, I hope I don't..."

"Oh, you do sound like this," Dabi teased and soon moved your panties to the side. Rough pads of his fingers pressed to your clit. "You sound like my needy, little, slut." 

Right after those words, his fingers moved lower, gently prodding at your tight entrance as his lips wrapped around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

You arched your back, putting one of your hands over your mouth to muffle your moans. Dabi skillfully maneuvered, guiding you with a finesse that made it feel as though you were an instrument in his hands. Every touch, every caress, was orchestrated with precision, evoking a symphony of pleasure that resonated deep within you. "Can you stop teasing me?" You whimpered. "I want your cock in. Now."

Dabi frowned and pulled away, placing hands on your hips. "Do I need to remind you that I am the one in charge here? If you piss me off, I'll leave you here all alone and needy."

You looked down at Dabi, nodding your head. "S-sorry, Dabi..."

"That's my doll," Dabi praised you and dived back between your legs. His tongue licked and pushed into your entrance while his fingers pinched your clit.

To get some more friction, you tried to buck your hips back and forth, grinding your pussy over his face; soft moans escaping your parted lips.

He growled and pulled away. "You're really annoying tonight. Fucking needy whore."

Dabi got up to his feet and immediately turned you around so you faced the wall. "Telling me what to do, moving when I didn't allow you to." All you could hear was the sound of him unfastening his pants. "I wanted to make my doll feel good but fine. I’m gonna fuck you like the slut you are."

He pressed you hard against the cold wall and then pushed his hard cock into your tight pussy from behind with a low growl.

"Fuck," you moaned quietly. The way Dabi made you feel was overwhelming, like an intoxicating wave crashing over you. Every touch, every whispered word sent shivers down your spine and ignited a fire within your soul. The intensity of your connection was almost too much to bear, but you couldn't resist diving deeper into this all-encompassing sensation. It was a blissful chaos that consumed you entirely. One of your hands slipped between your thighs to rub little circles over your pussy. "Fuck, ohm, yes, yes! So good! Fuck me!"

"You really want me to fucking stop, don't you?” Dabi scolded you and grabbed your busy hand to pin it over your head. He didn't stop himself from using his quirk to slightly burn your wrist as a punishment. "You will never learn that I am the only one that can touch you."

His other hand moved from your hip to your abdomen, pressing hard on your skin to add the nice pressure to the place where his cock created a bulge. Dabi made sure he kept the hard and fast pace so you could feel every inch of his dick and how deep he was reaching.

You moaned loudly as Dabi quickened his pace, your voice echoing in the alley as pleasure surged through every fiber of your being. The intensity of the moment intensified, building up like a wildfire, as he expertly pushed us both towards the edge of ecstasy. The sounds of your passion mingled in the air, creating a symphony of desire; the sound of skin slapping against skin was almost enough to send you over the edge. "F-forgive me, Dabi! It's... So good! I couldn't stop myself!"

"I knew heroes were pathetic but you, doll?" He groaned, grabbing your chin to make you look at him. "I thought I trained you well, yet you still do stuff like this."

Hand from your abdomen swiftly moved to your clit to pinch it before he started to rub fast circles over it. 

His chest pressed against your back, pressing you even harder to the wall as his thrusts became even faster. "C'mon, you little slut. Come for me, come on my cock. Fuck," he growled, getting a bit overhelmed by the nice feeling of your walls tightening around him.

"Fuck!" You let out a weak moan, your legs trembling under the force of his hard thrusts. The intensity of your connection overwhelmed you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Each powerful movement left you gasping for air, completely consumed by the raw passion between the two of you. Your lips went dry and even running your tongue's top over them wasn't helping at that point. "D-Dabi! Harder! Fuck, harder!" You pleaded, your eyes welling up with tears as you glanced at him, hoping he would understand.

With an eye roll he grabbed your hips and increased the pace, fucking you even harder and faster than before. His grip was so strong that he expected your skin to have a nice souvenir for a few days. Dabi groaned from time to time, feeling himself getting closer.

You reached your peak, your body trembling with pleasure despite the lingering pain from the small burn on your wrist and the intense sensations radiating from within your pussy as Dabi continued to thrust in you hard. The sheer ecstasy consumed you, overpowering any discomfort, as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you breathless and utterly lost in the moment; the only thing to escape your lips was Dabi's name.

"Fuck!" Dabi growled and he shot warm ribbons of cum deep inside you.

Just for a moment Dabi rested his forehead against your shoulder, trying to catch his breath.

His palms let go of your hips and moved up your belly to hug you tightly from behind. "My little hero slut. Such a good girl,” Dabi purred against your ear before giving it a playful bite.

After Dabi pulled out of you, you turned in his arms, a sense of intimacy and contentment enveloping you both. 

Taking a moment to adjust and improve your gear, particularly the pants, you then wrapped your arms around him, savoring the warmth of his embrace. Nuzzling against him, you placed gentle kisses along his shoulders and the nape of his neck, cherishing the closeness. "I love it when you go rough on me..."

Dabi pulled his pants back up and made himself look presentable again. "Yeah but I don't like when you act bratty," he scolded you and then smacked your ass hard. "Next time I really will leave you in such a state." Dabi warned.

You kissed his nape, inhaling his scent. "I promise to be a good girl, Toya."

He chuckled lowly. "Oh, we'll see how long you're gonna keep that promise," Dabi patted your head. "Now, better go before someone realizes you went silent. You can be sure I'll find you later."

"You promise?" You whined, becoming clingy. 

You despised the moments when Dabi had to depart, when the weight of your clandestine relationship became painfully evident. The reality of your position as a hero, bound by duty and responsibilities, meant that you couldn't be together openly. It tore at your heart, creating a constant ache within your soul.

"Of course I promise, little doll," Dabi patted your head. "Though others may perceive me as an aberrant being, I would never break my promise.”

[peachsayshi]

Heyaa peachieee

Are you gonna be continuing the brother's bff geto series ? I like it a lot can't wait to see what happens next 😩❤️

“whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same”

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  minors / ageless / blank blogs (dni)  ↬･tags: (part 1/part 2)tension; alcohol; reader is gojo's sister; reader has a big fat crush on geto; size difference; working on the next part just figuring out which direction to go ~

⥽ notes: nonnie! I'm glad you asked because I've had this simmer in my head since I wrote the last part. For those who asked, I will update my ex husband geto series next, and then inexperienced reader x geto <3

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You sway your hips to the beat of the song, the sparkling beads adorning your chest shimmer underneath dim lights. Champagne bubbles pop in your veins, orchestrating the arch and writhe of your sensual movements in the middle of the crowded room. You aren’t paying any attention to the unwanted stares zoning in on your group, too blissed out on the high of achieving another successful milestone in your life.

Graduation arrived faster than you expected. With the ceremony now just a couple of weeks away, you find yourself gifted with all the free time in the world, leaving behind the stress of your assignments and finals but you’re so happy to make it to the end of this long, winding road.

Your friend tugs you close to her chest, her sparkling dress matching your top and your other friend's skirt, and gives you a gentle kiss on the cheek. She’s singing loudly, her inebriated mind making her jumble up the lyrics in a cute manner. You sing along with her, trying to guide her as you hold her cheeks in the palm of your hands and heartily belt out the tune. Two hands then find your waist, and your other friend spins you back towards her to keep on dancing. You circle your arms around her neck, and playfully whine against her as the scent of alcohol and perfume filters the air around you. You don’t even know if your make up is still snatched or if the setting spray you had applied earlier has waned against the sweat misting off your body.

For whatever you don’t even care.

You’ve spent the last four months burying yourself deep into your work, and tonight is about rewarding yourself and living in the moment.

You wanted nothing more than to do just that.

“I’m going to get some water, would you like some?” you hoarsely speak into your friend’s ear, your throat constricting from the tension around your vocal chords.

“Yes, please! We’ll wait for you right here!”

You sashay through the sea of strangers, avoiding the eyes taking in your risqué outfit. You knew that your silver backless top would garner a lot of attention, the fabric only held together by two thin straps around your neck and lower back. However, you liked the change to your usual style of clothing, and looked fantastic on the flattering pair of black pants that you had on while matching perfectly with your platform heels.

Your ears buzz from the sensory imbalance when you leave the underground dance floor and walk upstairs to the bar with the hard thumping bass muffling as you are now surrounded by softer, upbeat tones.

The entire room is packed.

You've only been down for a couple of hours, but you're taken aback at how quickly the bar hit capacity. You shouldn’t be surprised after all, considering that this establishment is the latest hot spot in the city…

… and, of course you would spot him out of the crowd of people.

Suguru is leaning against the bar looking more formal than usual. He is wearing a button down white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and showing off his intricate tattoos underneath. He has on sleek tailored pants, the color mirroring the length of his hair dripping down his back like ink pressing into paper, and the front of his bangs are tied back to reveal that perfectly handsome face which had heads turning at every angle.

Alarm bells ring in the back of your mind, but thankfully you’re relieved to figure out that your brother, Satoru, isn’t around.

Suguru is hanging out with his other friends...the ones you don’t know very well and only met for the first time on the night of his twenty-eighth birthday.

There is a guy with bluish gray hair, who has pretty features and an interesting scar on his face, but upon recognizing him you immediately remember Utahime’s cautionary words to be mindful.

Then there is a second guy whose face isn’t one to forget due to all his piercings and how his hair is styled into two little space buns, and despite his somewhat dissociative expression, he looked like he could pass as Suguru’s brother. 

The memory of the party flashes through your mind in between your stunned blinks.

That night was the last time you saw Suguru in person. 

After your emotional reaction to watching him kiss somebody else, you thought that avoiding your crush might be the best solution to heal your wounded heart. The only contact you’ve had with Suguru since then has been via text, but even then you were trying your best not to linger in conversation with him.

You still have no idea who that woman was, and shudder at the possibility of Suguru potentially being romantically involved with somebody else.

Suddenly, dark eyes fall on yours and the room around you grows quiet. The music fades into the distance as bodies blur together like colors on an artist’s palette. The only person remaining still is the man before you, standing tall and prominent, with the environment glowing around him like a halo and reminding you that you are simply just a foolish girl who forgot to pull out cupid’s arrow.

You rip your eyes away immediately, the adrenaline forcing you to turn your heel and walk over to the other side of the bar where everything floods back in, where the booming chatter and loud song collides into your ribs and leaves you breathless. 

Your heart starts racing - the bar area appears much smaller than it initially seemed when you first walked upstairs but you finally make it to the counter and rest both your elbows on the edge as a way to steady your feet.

You catch the bartender’s attention, who is busy pirouetting between jotting down orders and mixing drinks, while trying your best to ignore his piercing gaze barreling through from the opposite side of the counter.

“Can I get three bottles of water, please?” you speak loudly, having to repeat yourself just one more time to make sure that the bartender heard you.

You only have a couple of minutes of peace before your spine goes rigid. A shocking cold crawls up each vertebrae, and a tickling drip of water cascades down your back which is swiftly brushed away by a gentle graze of knuckles.

You glance over your shoulder to find him right behind you.

“S-Suguru…”

The space between your shoulder blades is burning from the icy contact, and the man sweetly smiles in your direction as he pulls away his cold beer from your back.

This is only testing your patience. 

“I thought that it was you,” he says as he places his drink down onto the counter. “I almost didn’t recognize you for a minute…”

You part your lips to reply, but your words catch in your throat. You anxiously shift from one foot to the next, desperately mustering up a quick reason to excuse yourself, but a stranger from behind bumps right into your shoulder at that exact moment which causes you to lose your balance.

Suguru’s hand finds your waist immediately to steady you, his palm rests on the fabric of your top while his fingers catch your exposed flesh. Your skin tingles from his touch, making your cheeks burst with a warmth that has you feeling unusually hot.

The worst part is you feel like he can see how your body is betraying you in this way as his sharply pries you open bit by bit.

His gaze falls to your chest, and he arches his brow slightly when he glances over your outfit, a hint of a smile curling his lip before returning to face you.

“Now what would Satoru say if he saw you in this, hmmm?” he teases, his digits innocently pinching into your soft flesh.

“You’re not going to say anything to him, right?” you stammer immediately as you force the words right out of you.

The last thing you needed was a rant from your overprotective brother.

Suguru shakes his head, “of course not, what Satoru doesn’t know won’t hurt him, I’ll let you have your fun...”

You aren't quite sure if it's the way you can practically taste him on the tip of your tongue, or the lingering alcohol that makes the room around you spin, but statement makes your own eyes fall to his lips with the memory of the way he kissed you now swirling in your mind.

“Are you here alone?” he asks seriously, and as if he can read your thoughts, he slowly drops his hand by his side before taking another step forward to seal the gap of space to prevent causing traffic to the people walking back and forth behind him. 

“I’m here with my friends,” you explain, feeling like a caged little bird trapped between him and the bar, “they are downstairs…”

“Three waters!” the bartender interrupts as he slides over the bill.

Suguru is quick to push back the check in the bartender’s direction, “put whatever she wants on my tab,” he announces, and the statement only makes you feel even more self conscious.

“You got it,” the bartender replies with a thumbs up.

Suguru assists in handing you the bottles of water, and you stammer over your words once more when you speak.“T-Thanks, but you really don’t have to do that...”

“Don’t worry about it,” he replies with a wink, “it’s good seeing you. I’ll let you get back to your friends.”

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Your heart doesn’t stop spinning, and neither do you - so, you dull your senses with more drinks. You're not drunk enough to forget that the man you are infatuated with is hanging out just a floor above you, but you are nicely buzzed not to care about how the close proximity messes with your feelings.

Everything is a hazy blur until a few of the main lights start to flicker. The establishment is signaling their first warning that they will be closing soon and as the most sober(ish) person in your party, you take it upon yourself to lure your two friends back upstairs so you can all head home.

The three of you stumble out of the entrance. You’re holding onto your friend’s waist, while the other spins out in the middle of the sidewalk like the music never left her feet.

“Where to next?” she squeals a bit too loudly, and you sassily pull out your phone to show her the Uber application.

“Back home,” you reply, and she pouts like a child whose toy has just been snatched away.

“Boring,” your other friend mumbles, the weight of her body falling onto your shoulder and you almost collapse as you try to keep her upright.

You furrow your brows to check for the quickest pick up, but the earliest ride you can find is fifteen minutes away.

“Need a lift?”

Your heart thumps loudly in your chest, an echo reverberating around your ribcage and reaching all the way to the tip of your fingers. You swallow the tiny lump in your throat as you raise away from the blue light to put a face to that very familiar voice.

“Whose this?” your first friend mumbles, while the other stares at Suguru keenly with her mouth slightly agape.

“My brother’s best friend,” you mutter awkwardly before proceeding to decline his offer, “it’s alright, the Uber should be here soon.”

“And my car is parked just up the street,” he reassures calmly as he tilts his chin towards the direction of his vehicle before sliding both hands in his pocket.  “You don’t have to worry, I just had the one beer earlier when I saw you but I haven’t been drinking…”

“Say yes, he’s really cute…” your friend with interested eyes that have not left Suguru’s, whispers quietly into your ear. 

“I can’t help but agree with her,” Suguru smartly replies with a shrug, and that easy smile which makes his face glow as your friend giggles like a teenager. 

You can’t help but shoot her a frustrated glare.

“I don’t want to intrude on your evening…”

Suguru huffs out a laugh, finding it cute that you are adamant on getting your way, before refuting that “it is not an intrusion at all, besides, Satoru would kill me if he knew that I just left you behind..."

Grinning thoughtfully in your direction, he made his final plea.

"Just cancel the ride. I’ll get you girls home in no time…”

You do as you're told because you’re too exhausted to protest otherwise. 

The three of you follow Suguru to his car. He's a gentleman holding the backseat door open for your two friends, extending his hand out as he helps each of them climb inside. You can see how easily besotted they were by this act, but it only makes your chest tighten with envy.   

You almost follow suit but hesitate when Suguru steps in the way.

“Want to sit up front?”

You can feel your worn, drained heart climb up from out of your throat and grip your face with its weak hands to beg you to decline. You should be trying to shield yourself from him, but how are you expected to resist with that kind of softness oozing from his soulful irises?

No wonder he gets so much attention, you think, convinced that he’s somehow cracked the code on how to hypnotize the most vulnerable of hearts with a single look. 

You nip at the inside of your cheek anxiously but mindlessly nod yes in agreement.

Suguru shuts the door to the backseat.

You settle yourself in the front seat of his car breathing in the scent of sage with a hint of tobacco and shiver at the memory of how close you were when inhaled this scent last while his body was on top of yours. 

The car itself is clean overall, but Suguru has always been meticulous about keeping everything in its place, unlike your brother who lived in a world of organized chaos.  Sometimes you can’t help but compare the two of them, like you're trying to understand the details of how they complete one another while still being total opposites.

Your eyes fall to the decorative piece hanging from the front view mirror where you see a tiny polaroid framed within a wonky design.

There’s Suguru, who looks about your age, with the brightest grin on his face and whiskers painted on his cheeks. He is wearing black cat ears to match his two younger step-sisters, Mimiko and Nanako, who are also in the picture and are happily snuggled up in his arms. 

“The girls made it for me,” he says, his voice low enough for just you to hear.

“Gosh, they look so young…”

“About four years old. This was a year after my mom got remarried…”

You flash him a smile, trying your best to ignore the way your body is currently simmering over such casual conversation. “It’s a really cute photo, Sugu”

He quirks his brow with amusement, a tender expression masking his face. "I'll show you the rest of them some other time…"

You subconsciously clench your thighs together, startled by the idea of you and your crush cozying up on a sofa while he shows you memories to the pieces of his life that you rarely ever get to see. 

Despite your heart beating just a bit faster at the thought, your mind immediatelninterjects as a cautious reminder not to read into the situation.

Suguru fastens his seat belt, and quickly peaks over his shoulder to check on your two friends.

“Are you girls comfortable?”

“Yes, we are! Thanks again for the ride, uhm…erm…brother’s friend, uh…” one of you friends mumbles in an attempt to fish out his name.

“Suguru,” he politely replies then turns on the ignition.

“Thanks for the ride, Su-gu-ruu!” she repeats with exaggeration but for whatever reason it only feeds into your embarrassment.

“Hey, isn’t that…” your other friend intervenes innocently as she arches forward to rest her chin on your chair. “Isn’t that also the name of the guy you have a crush on?”

The weight of the world descends upon you the . Your body gradually shrinks in size, and you can feel yourself growing smaller and smaller as the seconds pass in silence.The slip of her tongue makes your eyes widen, and you ball your hands up into tight fists to form crescents in your palms as you anxiously clench your jaw. 

Suguru’s face perks up instantly, and his movements slow down as one hand shifts to find the wheel while the other puts the car in reverse. 

The air feels far too light, making it impossible for you to breathe. You know he heard that question, loud and clear, but you’re too mortified to even look at those magnetizing eyes. You can feel the heat of his stare unravel you, but you swiftly spin your head to face the busy streets and blurry lights just outside your window.

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. . . valerius ariti x fem angel reader !! 🍓:﹙ demon ˖ hex rhytaari character ﹚

you lose a bet to a demon-lord and find yourself at the foot of his throne. what do you do when the price is to be paid in your body? an angel like yourself, corrupted by a demon

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Angel!Reader !! 🍒 : Who lost a bet not only to a demon — but the most formidable Lord of the Abhorration. What a fool you were. A silly little pigeon fresh out of the divine realms. Fluttering your new pair of wings and flaunting your newborn freedom. Fly away, little bird. Fly right into the demon’s clutched. His clawed hands will welcome you greedily. With sweet smiles and sinister stares. Here you are, knelt before his throne. Quivering. Feathers flutter to the ground with your tremble. You can barely look upon him. “Poor little bird. . .” “Wh-What do you want from me?” “What I want? Or what I crave?”

Angel!Reader !! 🍒 : Who the Lord of Hex’s has taken quite an interest in. You didn’t expect the tender touch across your face. He rose from his throne to caress you like a frightened, wounded woodland creature. One of the purer critters that trotted through these vast, cursed lands. He tilts your head up so that you are met with his bronze face. The sheer magnificence of his androgynous features adorned with long rivers of gold flowing from his head. Compliments to the gilted chains dangling from all around. Why must a being of malice look so mesmerising? Was a demon or a siren? Even his voice lured you in. Poor little bird indeed, fluttering to the maw of a beast. “I have always pondered how an angel must feel . . . like zenith? Perhaps I should not judge a book by cover. Might you be dirtier than the pits from which we crawl?” His grin speaks his thoughts. Even still, you cannot bring yourself to withdraw from the claws wrapped around your jaw. If anything, you melt. Like an angel in heat. What a disgrace.

Angel!Reader !! 🍒 : Who becomes the perfect fucktoy for such a cruel being. Sprawled out on his lap as he leans back into his throne. You worship his cock with the way you bounce upon it. Even if you struggle. Even if your walls clamp and weep around his large girth. All you’ll receive is a clawed clap to the ass. A squeeze of the fat and a crooned voice in your ear. “Is this how you treat a Lord? Pitiful.” Yet still he’s rubbing at your clit with a sly thumb. In slow, tight circles that echo your sobs through his temple. You’re dripping all over him with every orgasm. Staining the base of his dick in a perfect ring of cream. Oh, how he throbs within you.

Angel!Reader !! 🍒 : Who is made to face forward while he pounds up into you. Shakes your sacred body like a covenant shattering. He cares not for his servant’s curious eyes. To the demons that stare upon you with just as much greed. But they know not to touch. Valerius does enough of that with his hands of heat trailing all over you skin. Mapping out the divine flesh that is all his. Squeezing at your bouncing breasts. Yanking you back so that your spin arches. Ass flushed into his lap as he delivers a series of fast, rough fucks up into your sweetspot.

Angel!Reader !! 🍒 : Who gets creamed full of a demon’s cum. Shouldn’t you be ashamed? Instead you’re spilling whorish moans and pleading for more. Grinding your hips down into his pathetically. Even daring to try and grip at his arms for support. He’ll let it go this time. Your fucked-out face and drooling countenance earns all of his forgiveness. “Oh? Does the pretty little bird want more?” His lower set of arms snatches your waist and slams you all the way down. So that you are forced to take his behemoth of a length. Your cries are like prayers, your squeezing, pink walls like praise. “Tell me, my dearest angel. . . have you been touched before? Or am I the first? A demon? Fucking the virginity out of this tight little cunt. . .”

Angel!Reader !! 🍒 : Who does indeed get the virginity fucked right out of her. Once he is tired of making you a ragdoll on his lap, he bends you over his throne and displays the true stamina of a demon. His first set of hands clamp around your throat. The third set clings to your hips and slams you back into his squirting cock. The second does it’s due diligence at feeling every crevice that is now his. Your perky breasts pinched between fingers. Your tummy bulged with his huge dick splitting you open. Your folds so needily taking him in. Your clit that’s all swollen and just begging for the slap of his palm.

Angel!Reader !! 🍒 : Who gets all nice an bred by Valerius, if only to be set free as though nothing happened. You’ll stumble through the divine realms still feeling his seed for weeks. Grind up against whatever you possible can and imagine its him. Haunted through the night of endless dreams where he’s fucking you out on your bed. Reminding you that you’ll never truly get away from him. Clawing, gripping, owning you for all you are worth. As if you wouldn’t offer yourself as sacrifice to him any day.

Angel!Reader !! 🍒 : Who crawls back to the Abhorration begging for his attention. And you’ll find it in the form of claws wrapped tightly in your hair. A mouth full of that same cock that stole your virginity. Choking away at his addictive, sinful cum. All while he’s crooning above you. Through slithered golden hues and sharp, sinister grins. “Suppose I have myself a pretty angelwhore now, hmm? Why not rid your wings and stay here? After all,” a rough thrust to the back of your throat. Another round of his copious amounts of demonic seed. “You are far too tainted by a demon’s hands. Not to mention his cock. That’s it precious. Keep sucking.”

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for kinktober, please please PLEASE do edging kink with sirius black and prompt no. 16 - "keep your hands where they are. or do i need to tie them up?"

anon the way this request took me out- AHGHAH????

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pairing-sirius black x reader warning(s)- 18+ content. a/n- if you think i'm mentally deranged after reading this, then you're right i am.

prompt- edging + 'keep your hands where they are. or do i need to tie them up?'

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'you're crazy all the time, put your life out on the line'

his kisses heated over your skin, your back pressed against the door of your hotel room. alcohol ran through your veins, the smell of smoke and incense infusing with your brain. you close your eyes, enjoying his touch. he sinks his teeth into your neck, and your fingers intertwine with his hair. his pushes his knee between your thighs, placing it just underneath your clothed core, allowing you the tiniest bit of friction on your clit.

'sirius...' you slur, biting your lip as his thin fingers work on the zipper of your dress. he acknowledges you with a hum, his tongue rolling over the area he had bitten. you grind your hips against his knee, as the dress rolls down your body, falling on the floor.

'you're so fucking pretty,' he rasps, his eyes hiding a lidded look that he desperately tries to hide. his rubs his knee against your core and your mouth falls open at the friction. you grab his shoulder for support, your hips grinding against the fraction of pleasure he's providing you. his sheer shirt reflects the dark ink of his tattoos upon his toned body, the silver chains dangling on his long neck, visible through the gap the undone buttons leave. his trouser hangs so perfectly upon his narrow hips, for a moment you think you might drool.

your finger curls into his belt loop and you pull him closer to you body, his chest pressed against your naked one. you kiss him fervently, undoing his belt, letting it fall on the floor with a loud clank. you bite his lip and he moans into your mouth, feeling your teeth sink into his skin. his lip gashes, and you taste the sweet metallic liquid drown in your mouth. he wraps his arm around your waist, sharing his split blood, tantalizing a dance with your tongue and his, and you open the button of his trouser, letting it hang upon his thighs. he lowers his feet, kicking away the piece of clothing. you moan as his fingers wrap themselves in your tendrils, the mixture of his blood and your saliva divine upon your tastebuds.

he carries you to the bed, pushing you, on the mattress, his breath shuddering inside his chest. he tears apart his shirt, lulled in by your beauty and he falls between your legs. his finger curls with the fabric of your underwear, pulling it down your thighs. he rubs your swollen clit with his thumb, his mouth attaching itself with your throbbing core. you squeak as his tongue divulges between your folds. he tastes you from within, consuming you fucking raw. his fingers curl into you perfectly timed with the lap of his tongue and you bite your lip, arching your back, the coil of your orgasm begging to be released.

'please,' you say, pushing your hips closer still onto his mouth, grabbing his hair, pulling his face closer. he laps at your clit, and a numbness overcomes you. he feels your wall clench around his fingers, and just as you're about to let the pleasure of orgasm wash over you, he pulls away, his teeth flashing his sirius black grin. you look at him quizzical and he tuts,

'you made me wait too long to taste that cunt. you've to wait for it,' he positions himself against your pussy, swollen, at the displeasure of having an orgasm being snatched away. his cock throbs with the lust painted onto his eyes, and he bites his lip before pushing himself into you. the both of you gasp, as you try to adjust his cock in the warmth of you core. it's maniacal how he stares at you, slowly pulling out. the throbbing nerves on his cock drag on the walls of your cunt and you try to swallow a moan.

'fuck,' you swear as he pushes himself into you again. he takes upon a pace, rough and wild as the bed creaks underneath both of your body weights. he hovers above you, his cock pulsing in and out of your throbbing hole, his chains dangling on your face. you grab the cold metal with your mouth, snarling as he increases his pace. your clit begs for a friction, and your hand travels down between your legs before being slapped away-

'keep your hands where they are. or do i need to tie them up?' he rasps, pushing into you with much force and fervor. your arch your back at his words, spitting out his chains, swallowing your throat with the moans you curse out.

'sirius-please,' you beg, your stomach curling into a ball with the need of escape. he tuts, pulling out his cock lazily.

'nuh uh; good girls beg for it, aren't you my good girl darling?' you nod your head, your orgasm denied to you again. he drags his cock into you again, his jaw tightened with the fervent of your tight cunt. the vein on his forehead popped up as he focused on the image of your cunt engulfing his cock whole. it consumed him, tempted him, made him fucking crazy.

the orgasm erupted, boiled in you again. he had hit your sweet spot, and you were deranged, broken, ruthless with the way he discovered your darkest heights. he explored you from within, and like a lunatic, you were ruined. by his words, by his movements.

'sirius-oh my fucking god don't stop-' you screamed, your nails digging into his back. he pulled out once again, denying you your pleasure.

'no?' he chuckled darkly. his fingers lurked over your swollen clit, rubbing it with the slightest, silkiest touch. he murmured, his voice haunting you like a ghost,

'beg for it,' he pushed into you once again, slamming into your guts with all his might and speed. his words tickled your brain and your lips spilled out profanities and his name like a pretty echo, like a fucking chant,

'please sirius let me cum-shit-' he pinned you to the mattress, drilling into you, and the orgasm bubbled into you so hot, like a ferocious fire which gobbled your senses your sanity.

'tell me you're a slave for my cock,' he demanded, sweat trickling down his pectoral muscles. you spluttered with your words, the delicious wave of orgasm hitting you, as you painted his torso with your juices,

'i'm a s- i'm a fucking slave for your cock,' his hand striked against your pussy, as he chased for his own release. his hot seed filled you, your head light as he kissed your hotly, letting you swallow his moans and gasps of pleasure at the way your walls gripped him so tight.

'yeah that's right isn't it?'

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Bratty <3

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collab with @dandyboyseungmo! i hope you all enjoy! the title is definitely not itzy themed 🫣

challenge: we both wrote this so ur challenge is to find out where each of us start and end!

𝒍𝒆𝒆: Minho

𝒍𝒆𝒓: Channie

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭i𝘯𝘨! 💗

𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.𖤣.𖥧.𖡼.⚘.

 "You've been such a brat lately," Chan laughed, grabbing Minho by the waist and throwing him onto the bed.

 "I have not! You're just old and can't take a joke!" Lee Know defended himself. 

 He had been annoying his hyung all day. Whether that was stealing his beloved laptop, putting ice down his shirt, wiggling a few fingers into the older's armpit every time he reached for something, really anything he could think of.

 And Chan was not having it.

 Tired of the boy's complaints, he snatched an arm up, pinning it above the younger's head. 

Lee Know's eyes widened and he shook his head, trying to pull his arm down and protect all of his sweet spots. "N-no! Don't!" He begged, twisting around like that would do anything.

 "Oh, you're in for it.” The leader reassured, settling himself on Minho's upper thighs to prevent any kicking. 

Teasingly, he poked a finger into the younger's side, keeping up with Minho when he tried to wiggle away.

 "S-stahp! I'm n-not even ticklish a-anymore!" He grabbed onto the finger that was still deep into his side with his free hand, pulling it away from his skin and holding onto the older's wrist to keep it from coming any closer.

 Minho hated the way Chan's mouth turned into an evil smirk. "Not ticklish?" He twisted his hand from the younger's grip, quickly shooting it back down to his side and squeezing the area. 

Lee Know arched his back, his face contorting into what looked like a painful expression as he refused to give in. Doing whatever it took to control the corners of his mouth that threatened to curve up.

Chan laughed. "You seem pretty sensitive to me." He cooed.

 Minho shook his head. "I-I'm not! Get o-off of MEE!!”

 Without warning, the oldest took his thumb and pressed it into the boy's lower rib. Loving how Lee Know jolted and grasped onto his wrist, trying to push his hand away. "So you're telling me you lost your ticklishness overnight?"

 Minho squeezed his eyes shut. "Y-yes!”

 Chan grinned, unbeknownst to Lee Know. "You can try and convince me all you want but I'm not stopping until I've tickled you everywhere." He decided to have a little more fun with the dancer.

"Sides, hips, armpits, tummy... ribs." Minho could just hear the smile in his voice and he could feel his ears and cheeks burning at the leader's teases. "Aw, is our Min turning red~"

 Chan was having fun, but not enough fun. He needed the younger to laugh. Snatching his other arm up to give himself full access to the boy, he gently placed his thumb right on the hollow of Lee Know's hip. 

The victim's eyes shot open, wide as ever as he shook his head frantically. "H-hyung!" He watched the leader's every movement.

 Slowly, the oldest pressed his thumb in deep.

 Minho unwillingly broke into a wide smile. "S-stahp!" Little huffs were escaping his lips and Chan knew he was getting somewhere.

 "There's the bunny smile~" He cooed, balling his fists up and using them to knuckle into the boy's hip.

 "AGH! DOHOHOHON'T DO THAHAHAHAT!!" Minho shrieked, bucking his hips up yet slamming them back down when the older would dig a little farther in.

 "What happened to not being ticklish?" The leader asked, quickly releasing both of the boy's hands in favor of stuffing his own into Minho's exposed underarms.

 "НЕНЕНЕНЕНЕНЕНЕН!" The dancer threw his head back, immediately clamping his arms down to his sides. But, unfortunately, he couldn't stop the fingers jammed up into his armpits.

 "Who knew rabbits could laugh so hard!" Chan laughed along with the younger. "I knew you would break eventually~”

 “GEHEHEHET OHHOHOHOUT!" He tried to resonate with the older.

 "Lift your arms up then." He deadpanned, lightening his touch up a bit to give Lee Know somewhat of a chance.

 The younger shook his head. "I cahahahan't," He was grateful when Chan brought his torture to a stop. 

Hesitantly, he brought his arms up for the leader to remove his fingers. Minho's face contorted into one of confusion when the oldest refused to budge. "Are you going to move your hands-NOHOHO!"

 Mischievously, Chan had brought his fingers down to claw at the boy's tummy, satisfied with the squeal produced from the younger and how he shot his arms down.

 "I hate you, hyung!" Minho said without thinking.

 "Oh you're gonna regret that." 

 Before the other could defend himself, Chan was already pulling his shirt up and blowing the biggest raspberry he could muster right on the boy's lower tummy.

 "I’M SOHOHOHOHOHOHORRY! CHANNIE HYUHUHUHUHUHUAHAHAHA!!" Lee Know laughed harder than ever. He hated how good Chan always got him. 

His laughter silenced after what felt like the third raspberry to his lower stomach and sides. He looked like he had gone crazy! His back was arched and his head thrown back. He dug his socked feet into the mattress and his face had a slight pink tint to it. Honestly, it was one of the cutest things ever.

"Okay okay! Take a breather." Chan let up, watching as the other took in as much air as he could.

 "A breather? You're not eheven done!?" He huffed out some residual giggles.

 "Obviously not! You've been annoying me all day and your laugh is just too cute!" To emphasize his point, he placed a poke right to Minho's bellybutton.

 "STAHAP!" He grappled for the older's wrist. "You're gonna kill me!" He whined.

"Kill you? I've only just started!”  Chan laughed as he started throwing random pokes over the younger’s midriff.

"plehehease stAAHP!" Lee know screamed. The older dug his hands mercilessly into the bunny's thighs, loving the squeal and airy laughter he produced.

Chan managed to maneuver himself and Minho into a position where the bunny's hands were trapped underneath his torso, just to lift his shirt up and scribble his long-ish nails over the younger's v-line, his worst spot by far.

The kangaroo giggled at the sensitive screech that Lee Know let out, followed by more screaming and hysterical laughter as the younger completely succumbed to the tickling, face tomato red.

Chan stuck his finger into Minhos bellybutton, earning a panicked

scream of laughter from the younger. 

Lee know tried his hardest to buck his hips up, desperate to expel at least some of the ticklish feelings. 

"NOHOHO CHANNIEHE HYUNGAHAHA!" The bunny screamed as Chan switched spots. 

The kangaroo lifted Minho's legs up with his forearms, leaning down to blow air onto the sensitive undersides of the Lee Know’s knees.

“NONONOHOHOHO STAHAHAHAP! PLEAHEHEASE!”

 What?! Stop? I thought you weren't ticklish? Are you lying to me, Min!?" Chan teased, cooing when the bunny's face turned redder. 

 The younger threw his head back, face tinted red as he laughed freely. Chan smiled fondly at the younger, scooting down to sit on the bunny's ankles, leaving Minho to beg and scream while he still could. 

"PLEHEASE! NAHAT THEHERE! The bunny managed to free his hands, pounding on the older's back as he shook his head.

The kangaroo giggled at his attempts of escape. He dragged his fingernails up and down the writhing sole, relishing in the crazed giggles bouncing off the walls. 

 “plehehease stahahap! I  CAHAHANT! AHHHAHA! Lee Know screamed as the kangaroo picked up his pace, scribbling over the socked foot and randomly switching between each foot to hear the younger scream. 

 Chan didn't let up until Minho's screams became silent, and when he turned around to check on the bunny, watched the younger beg silently.

"Hey! This was what Seungmin was talking about! Youre so cute!" Chan cooed.

 The tickling was driving Minho mad, not being able to beg while his voice was gone. 

 Channie lightened up the tickling, and the bunny screeched as he regained his voice. 

 “IHIHIM SAHAHARRY! JUHUST PL-PLEHEASE I CAHAHANT!" Minho gasped for breath as Chan stopped completely, rubbing the younger’s back as he got off his torso. 

"thahat wahas brutahal!" Lee Know whined as he sat up. “That’s why Seungmin was teasing you! You’re so sensitive!” Chan doubled over in fits or laughter.

You’re one to talk." Minho grumbled, nonetheless shrieking when Chan wiggled his fingers in his direction. 

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[anystalker707]

Tied and blindfolded

Pairing: Mikey x [gn, afab] Reader Word count: ~ 1 500 Genre: Smut / Fluff Summary: It's a new thing Mikey wants to try. Kind of content: Blindfolding / Handcuffing / Dom and sub dynamics / Breeding kink / Rough

Requested by anon [Hi! I hope you're doing well today. 💗 may I please request a black parade era Mikey x female reader (she/her please) smut where Mikey has a few kinks he'd like to try out. (...)]

MASTERLIST

          “This okay?” Mikey asks as he secures your wrists are well attached to the headboard, but not tightly enough to hurt. You blink, giving the restraints an experimental tug then nod at him. “Okay.” He reaches for a strip of fabric, which he wraps around your head with a light touch, covering your eyes. “Safeword?”

“Doves,” you mumble. It’s a little uncomfortable at first to dive into this, mostly because it’s unknown, but you trust Mikey enough to know he won’t do anything you don’t want to even if you got your movements and your vision limited.

A breath escapes your lips slowly as you feel him move and the mattress sink under you a little until he is sitting between your legs. It’s kind of embarrassing how he’s seeing you like that, exposed, with your thighs over his, but everything also feels so good at the same time because each touch of his is amplified. His hands are warm, running flat across your skin and rising shivers. They go up your stomach, cupping your breasts briefly, then go down again; your hips shift in anticipation. It’s difficult knowing what he’s doing next, giving the element of lack of prediction to each touch.

You gasp and arch your back when Mikey’s lips meet your torso, a few inches below your breasts as he holds onto your waist. His lips slowly go up and, suddenly, there’s tongue—a soft sound escapes your lips as he licks a stripe from the lower side of your breast to your nipple, snatching more sounds from you when his lips wrap around your nipple to suck softly on it.

“M—Mikey...” You gasp, arching your back into his touch and you finally start noticing how much you miss being able to use your hands since you’d probably be pulling him closer by now. He takes advantage of it, of course, taking his time. His tongue runs flat against your nipple, slowly, making your body tingle and the anticipation grow, which just intensifies more at the moment he lets his teeth graze your nipple. “Please...”

Mikey doesn’t answer. Not like he has to. He wraps his lips around your nipple again and sucks on it, then starts moving his lips around your breast, stopping at a spot so he can suck and nibble—a hickey? Is he leaving a hickey there? You breath shakily, almost hissing.

Mikey’s mouth keeps going lower, though, until you can feel his breath over your lips.

Right...

You squirm once Mikey presses his mouth to you, his tongue running against your clit just the right way while his hands hold onto your thighs to keep you open for him and, yet again, the fact you can’t use your hands annoys you once again. Mikey just has you at his mercy, and at the same time it can be agonizing, it’s also so fucking hot. His mouth knows exactly what to do, and the way each touch of his is intensified at the suppression of your vision, it easily has you moaning and rolling your hips against his tongue in a hope he will do more and more.

Kisses are left on your clit, your lips, then the inside of your thigh, where he also dares to nibble gently on the skin, knowing how sensitive it can be.

“Mikey...” You whisper with a moan, arching your back, and it’s a matter of seconds before his lips are locked to your clit again, licking and sucking as if it’s the first and only chance he ever gets to do this.

“Seems like it gets you pretty excited.” He chuckles, and the mattress shifts a little until you can feel him return to the sitting position between your legs like earlier. “I told you you’d like it.”

You just groan in response. It’s very much enjoyable despite how teasing it can be. “Please, Mikey.”

“Impatient, aren’t we?” Mikey sounds like he’s grinning, probably looking at you with hungry eyes; you shiver at the thought. “What? You want to be filled up nice and good soon, don’t you?” His hands run up and down your thighs gently, in a contrast to his dirty words that almost make you choke on your own spit.

“Mikey,” you mumble again, squirming as his hand squeezes your hip.

Soft, long kisses are pressed to your chest, right under your collarbones, and you tug at the restraints in an attempt to free yourself and touch Mikey, but it does nothing. A groan of frustration escapes your lips as you feel him wrap your legs around his waist as if nothing is happening then continue to probably suck marks on your chest. Fucking unfair.

“Please, please, please,” the chant escapes your lips in hushed whispers sometimes distorted by moans, finally coming to an end with a louder moan when Mikey’s cock presses against your pussy. The words that escape your lips aren’t quite clear, slurring and running into one another with how Mikey’s hands hook under your knees to bring your legs up and let his hips thrust forward; his cock runs against your clit just nice, but it’s still not enough. Your thighs quiver under his touch, threatening to close around nothing if his grip isn’t strong enough.

“You look so pretty like this,” Mikey groans, his hips pushing against yours more.

Mikey’s finally doing it, after all. His cock pushes in, gladly welcomed, sending sparkles down your body and making both of you moan. He doesn’t even give you time to adjust, just starting to rock his hips against yours in an uncertain pace that quickly gains a rhythm as his grip tightens on your thighs.

Your hands wrap around nothing, just forming into fists that leave behind crescent shapes into your palms and almost hurt too much, but it doesn’t even matter because the feeling of how Mikey fucks you, reaching into all the nice spots... It’s easy to just become a mess under him. Even more, with all the stimulation from earlier that already had built up the pleasure inside you, it’s easy to get lost now. The strings of moans helplessly escape your lips and cut through the room over the wet, obscene sound of skin against skin.

“So good,” you mumble, humming softly at how good it feels. The sensation just spreads through all your body and pools down on your lower stomach into something so good, making your toes curl and your thighs quiver.

“That good?” Mikey chuckles breathlessly. He takes a pause, unfortunately, but he uses it to let go of one of your legs and his breath fans over the side of your face as he goes back to moving, letting his hand slip between the two of you, pressed to your torso just below your waistline. “You gonna look just pretty with a round tummy, y’know? Carrying my kid. I’m going to make sure I fuck you just well so it happens,” he whispers at the same moment his fingers meet your clit and fuck—

You arch your back, trying to push your hips into Mikey’s touch even if your motions are just fruitless, only at the mercy of his heavy, fast thrusts and the way his thumb presses and rubs against your clit. You can feel your climax build up faster than it usually would, probably given to how damn sensitive you feel with your eyes covered and your hands restrained.

“M—Mikey, I’m...” You can barely speak, babbling a little. The pleasure rushes through your body and lets the thoughts slip away from your grasp, but you try to gather yourself together again. “Close, Mikey—”

“Oh, you need to hold on at least a little,” he breathes, “because I’m not.”

A whine escapes your lips in response, but you can’t do anything about it either way. It approaches with how merciless Mikey continues being, ignoring the way you clench around him and squirm, your breath becoming labored and quicker until you arch your back and feel your eyes roll back with how the pleasure crashes onto you.

The mix of curses and Mikey’s name barely sound like proper words as you cum, in an orgasm that ends up feeling longer and more intense than you’re used to, but also so much better. It’s enough to send your mind blank to a moment until you’re brought back to reality by how Mikey continues invested in fucking you despite how your moans gain a whiny edge. His thrusts stutter, growing sloppy until he moans and you can feel him coming, still moving heavily and slowly until his hands pull away from you.

“Fuck,” Mikey breathes. He shifts around for a moment until you feel the restraints loosen around your wrists and the light of the bedroom is almost blinding after spending so long with your eyes covered; he seems to notice it and move right in front of the light to make shadow cast over you. “How’s that? You fine?” He leans in, pressing his lips to yours in a couple soft kisses before you can answer.

“That was great...” You admit shyly.

“Try again later–type?”

“Definitely.”

 ‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿

[funkyhanji]

Family Outing [English | BNHA]

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia (@Horikoshi Kohei) Character(s): Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru Pairing(s): (Mitsu)KatsuMitsu Rating: E Word count: 1.500 CWs: Incest, Parent/Child Incest, Mother/Child Incest, Consensual Incest, Implied/Referenced Threesome -F/M/M, Femdom, Outdoor Sex, Vaginal Sex, Barebacking, Cunnilingus, Face-Sitting, Mommy Kink, Dirty Talk, Wank and Tell, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Summary: - It'd been a while since all three of them had had enough free time to hike up the mountain near the city, what with their fashion company and Katsuki's training keeping them too busy to take off even a couple of days for a tiny vacation with family. Mitsuki was happy they managed to plan this trip though. - PART 5 OF Got Me In Chains SERIES

«You good there, dear?» Mitsuki asks her husband, looking back to where Masaru is concentrated on putting together their tents for the weekend outdoors.

It'd been a while since all three of them had had enough free time to hike up the mountain near the city, what with their fashion company and Katsuki's training keeping them too busy to take off even a couple of days for a tiny vacation with family. Mitsuki was happy they managed to plan this trip though.

«Yes, dear,» Masaru answers, turning to smile at her. «I've got it, thank you!»

Mitsuki nods, winking his way. «Alright, then Katsuki and I will go find some wood for the fire!»

«Go alone, hag!» Katsuki pipes up from the edge of the hill they're camping at. He glares and pockets his phone after taking some pictures, a snarl at the ready.

Mitsuki rolls her eyes at her son's antics, striding toward him to snatch him by the collar and drag him away. «Stop being a little bitch, fucker. Come help your mom.»

They disappear under the canopy of trees outlining the clearing to the sound of Masaru's chuckles. It doesn't take long for them to be further enough away from the camp that they no longer hear him. Katsuki stops struggling and keeps up with Mitsuki, silent for the next few minutes as they walk through trees and underbrush.

She figures they're a fair distance now.

She whirls around, snatching Katsuki's shirt in her fist. «C'mere,» she says, pulling her son closer before he can react.

She's crashing her mouth to Katsuki's with a hum, her free hand snagging into his hair and tugging on it. Her son gasps, his lips parting with a low moan; Mitsuki's tongue slips inside, taking her time to thoroughly explore and taste him. She sucks on his tongue, nips at his lip, kiss him deeper.

«Mom,» Katsuki sighs against her neck when they separate, nosing at her jaw as her hands move lower. «Mom…»

«Yeah, baby.» Mitsuki slides her hands under her son's shirt, nails dragging up his back, warm skin exposed centimeter by centimeter as she bunches the fabric at his armpits. «I missed you too.»

Katsuki copies her, his larger palms sneaking under her top to feel her up, to push her sports bra out of the way and grope her tits, sink his blunt nails in the plump flesh. Mitsuki sighs, chest arching to encourage Katsuki to touch to his heart's content. He abandons her earlobe to bow down and latch on a pert nipple, sucking, nipping and flicking at it with familiarity. With yearning.

Mitsuki gets it. Ever since Katsuki moved to the dorms, it'd been difficult to adjust; to make time to see each other.

«So good, baby,» she says, patting blond spikes as he buries his face between her tits. His hands clutch at her sides, pressing her into a tree and she appreciates the support of it. He looks up at her, his red eyes dark with desire, feverish. «Kiss me, Katsuki.»

He's surging forward with a groan, his tongue invading her mouth, trying to rob her of her breath, of control, but they both know who calls the shots here. Still cute though, she thinks. Her hands travel along his flanks to his ass; she squeezes him, pulling his hips to rock into her own. She hooks a leg around his waist, rutting up into the tent she feels poking her. They both moan, panting into each other's mouths.

It's been so long since they had the chance to do this.

«M… Mom… can I…?»

Oh, she likes his pleading tone — even if he didn't outright beg, yet — and his wide eyes; it's like he's young and innocent again, being forced to sit and watch mommy and daddy fuck and have so much fun without him, asking why he's left out. Her pussy's drenched already. She takes his hand in hers, guides it between her thighs.

«Mommy's cunt's so wet for you, Katsuki,» she whispers. Katsuki shudders at the filthy words, his fingers pressing into her. Her damp thong dipping into the valley of her folds, fabric soaking up her slick the more her son put pressure on them. «Yeah, feel that?»

Katsuki nods, cheeks blushing a beautiful pink. His hand slips under her yoga pants and underwear, pointer finger wasting no time to trace her pussy and settle at her clit. Mitsuki parts her legs a bit, leaning on the tree, giving her son better access. She hums, rocking her hips up to meet his languid touch, grabbing his collar to crash their lips together once again. One stronger thrust of her lower half makes Katsuki's finger slide inside her and she fucks herself on it, enjoying the feeling but decidedly wanting something more substantial to pound her.

«Baby, fuck me,» she moans into his ear. «Now. Fast and hard.»

«Shit, shitshit—» he cruses. He's pushing his pants down past his ass in a hurry, his flushed cock swollen and dripping precum.

Mituski barely has time to turn and face the tree, her own yoga pants bunched down her thighs, when Katsuki grips her hips and shoves his cock inside her, her thong pushed to the side with a thumb. She sighs in satisfaction, arching her back for a better angle. They both thrust back into each other at a frantic pace, more focused on getting off together after months of distance then on drawing it out.

«M-Mom…! Ngh — tight…! F-fuck, so good!»

Mitsuki laughs, breathless. «Ya like... Mommy's— ah!— tight cunt... mh baby?»

Katsuki's moans of «Yeah! Good!» make her smirk through her pleasure. She rolls her hips on his cock, clenches around it to hear him curse and stutter on his next thrust. He's close, she can tell; his length throbbing as it spears her pussy over and over. His breath is humid on her nape as he licks her sweat from her neck, loud and interrupted by grunts and groans.

«I-I'm— Mom…! I—» he tries to say, hands gripping her tighter, thrusts erratic.

«Good boy Katsuki— aahn!— cum for Mommy,» she tells him, one hand blindly reaching backward to curl into his hair, her head turning to the side for an open-mouthed kiss. «Fill me up.»

«FUCK! Fu-fuck…! Mom…!!» he whines, cock shoved in deep one last time, before stilling and releasing spurt after spurt of thick cum in Mitsuki's pussy almost violently.

«Nnnh, yes, baby! Like that!» she praises. She ruts back onto him, smirking at his keen when she languidly fucks herself on his overstimulated cock. The squelch of their fluids lewd and dripping down her thighs. «Oooh, you were so pent up, mmh?»

Mitsuki lets her son pull out, tuck himself in his pants, then she's pushing him on the forest floor while he's still slightly off kilter. She ignores his squawk of surprise, crawling on top of him; she places her hands on his muscled, heaving chest for leverage and sits on his still-flushed face.

«Ya had your fun Katsuki, now be a good boy and make Mommy cum,» she tells him.

She cuts his answer off — it'd be a "yes please Mom" anyway, 'cause she's trained him well over the years — and smothers him with her sloppy cunt. He's there waiting, his tongue plunging inside her immediately, licking his spend from her stretched hole and puffy folds. She rides him, spine arched as she ruts her sensitive clit over his lower lip and chin, rocking back and forth, his lips sucking at it. He groans, pushing his face further up, his tongue fucking in and out. He eats her out like a champ, coaxing her orgasm closer and closer.

«Yes!! Keep going, baby! Ah! Fuck, yeah! You're doing so well…! Ah— shit…!!»

Mitsuki grinds her pussy down on Katsuki, tensing and digging her nails in his pecs, convulsing and cumming with a loud moan.

[-]

They walk back to camp after cooling down, rearranging their clothes and picking up few sticks of wood.

Masaru greets them with a smile. His brown eyes take in their disheveled hair, the leaves stuck in Katsuki's spikes; they notice the hickeys blooming on both their necks and Mitsuki's upper body. They zero in on the wet patch at Mituski's yoga pants' crotch as well as on the bulge in Katsuki's own.

«Had fun out there?» he asks, amusement in his tone and mischief in his gaze.

Mitsuki feels a bit guilty for leaving Masaru out this time, but it's all right — they have the all weekend to enjoy themselves anyway, all three of them; to renew their bond as a family, as a unit.

«Yeah,» she says, matching her husband's impish aura with her own. «Right baby?»

Katsuki stares between them, rolls his eyes. The blush staining his cheeks fools neither of his parents. «Yeah,» he agrees, a smirk stretching his swollen lips. «We did.»

Masaru laughs. «Well. I'm glad, but next time bring back more wood, eh?»