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MIGHT LET YOU MAKE ME JUNO ! — HAIKYUU

⊹₊˚. featuring timeskip! miya atsumu, miya osamu, kuroo tetsurō, iwaizumi hajime, & suna rintarou tryin’ to knock up their pretty wife !

warnings ★ 18+ content — mdni, fem! reader, breeding, cuddlefucking, doggy, talk of kids & pregnancy, fluff, creampies, shower sex, minor cockwarming, squirting, full nelson, mirror sex, mention of lactation, mating press, cum in panties (offscreen), not proofread.

xoxo, juno ★ my namesake?! hehe, cheers to the surviving haikyuu fuckers on my blog <33 ty for your patience!! as always, send in some asks/reblog if you enjoyed, i love reading comments/tags

— MIYA ATSUMU

“go ahead ‘n slut yerself out all over my cock, baby.. fuuuck, jus’ like that.”

atsumu’s lips part around a needy moan, jaw hanging slackly in some kind of disbelief. after such a lengthy, tiring day, he found himself trudging into your shared bathroom to greet you.

he’d gotten hard in seconds, seeing your tits pressed against the glass door as well as your face, lidded eyes and cute pout enticing him to come join you. when he got onto his knees to get you ready, you’d bent over and tossed him a knowing smirk over your shoulder.

“lemme see that ass move again.. shit, ‘s perfect. yer perfect.” you giggle, throwing your ass back onto his cock, eyes rolling back when his tip kisses your cervix just right, sending sparks of pleasure right through your veins.

“tsumu, this isn’t all that fun,” you huff, the wild need for him to truly ruin you growing by the second. “wan’ you to fuck me, and make me yours.”

“baby, yer already mine,” atsumu lands a slap on your wet asscheek, startling you enough for your legs to spread further. “good girl,” he praises, hushed and under his breath. he reaches upwards and pulls the shower head down, pushes it into your hand and changes the setting.

“use this on yer clit, ‘kay? when yer feelin’ like ya wanna cum, don’t. hold it ‘n we’ll cum at the same time, yeah baby?”

you nod, and he smacks your ass hard, leaning backwards. atsumu pushes a hand through soaked gold strands, chuckling lowly although his voice has a serious edge to it. “‘s not how we say yes, is it?”

“y-yes, tsumu. at the same time.”

he draws his hips back, then finds himself advancing forward brutally. he doesn’t think about anything beside you — you, you, you. with the scent of your body wash tangling in the hot air, the beautiful curves and slopes of your body, the noises you make for him only.

your chest heaves when the steady spray of the shower head soon reaches your clit, immediately proving to be overwhelming and intense paired with him fucking you.

“so god damn tight,” atsumu hisses, nails digging crescent moons into the plush skin of your hips as his own collide with your ass. the bathroom is full of steam and the rhythmic clap of skin against skin — it’s hard to keep from trembling with how good everything feels, all over.

frantic panting cuts through the sound of your whimpers as atsumu feels himself nearing his peak. it’s nasty, downright filthy, the way your nails drag down the wall tiles as you desperately hump your ass back into him.

gasps of your name and affectionate nicknames fall from his lips like a sacred prayer, blending into a whiny harmony as atsumu’s thrusts grow rougher.

“baby,” he chokes, voice tight. “ya better be close, can barely last.”

“tsumu, cum inside me,” you beg, skin burning and pussy squeezing uncontrollably, squelching growing louder. “p-please, i can’t— i’m gonna cum, ‘m gonna—” your body tenses, and the shower head falls to the floor with a clunk that neither of you register.

luckily atsumu looks down at the right moment, sees you squirt, pussy gushing onto his pelvis. as if your back arching and your clenching pussy wasn’t enough, he ends up cumming too hard, ribbons of white gushing deep into your awaiting pussy.

“fuckkk,” he groans, overstimulation setting in way too quickly and causing him to pull halfway out of your fluttering cunt.

“no, tsumu,” is all you can heave out, pushing back hard enough to send him into the wall behind him, muscled back hitting the tiles as he lets out a startled oomph. “wanna keep it inside, feels so good.”

— MIYA OSAMU

“samu,” you mumble into his lips, tossing a leg over his hip. he grunts, nose nudging your cheek as he pulls back. “yeah? what’s on yer mind, angel?”

“had a dream about a baby,” the words are spoken softly, and osamu’s fingers lightly graze your chin as he makes you look up at him. “i know it’s kinda stupid, but it was so..” your voice trails off sheepishly and there’s a pause before you admit, “you were such a good dad, samu, ‘n so sexy too.”

your bare bodies are bathed in the morning sunlight, warm and comforting as it peeks in through the curtains. this is the perfect moment with him, skin to skin, his cock still inside you as you kiss and talk about dreams of the future.

in his chest, feelings stir and ideas come to life in his head; osamu presses his hips forward with a hushed moan.

“well, i’ll give ya a baby, angel,” large hands smooth over your hips as he helps you turn away from him; then they pull you close, grabbing at your tits and tugging your nipples between his fingers.

“samu,” you sigh, words fading into a content moan as you feel his hips draw back, then advance forward, against your ass. “i want you to fill me up, give me everything.”

“only if ya take it all,” osamu huffs, tucking his face into your shoulder and closing his eyes as he starts to fuck his cock into you deeply. the thick tip kisses your sweet spot over and over, and if that wasn’t already overwhelming enough, your hand wanders towards your swollen clit.

somehow, osamu’s faster than you, releasing one of your tits and swatting away your hand before he’s finding your clit with his index finger and rubbing it in messy circles.

“s-samu, fuck— jus’ like that, don’t stop!”

your back arches against him, hips twisting as a heat spreads through your veins, fiery and intense in the best ways possible. the movement of your body and then the frantic clenching of your pussy is too intense for him; sharp whines escape his throat, muffled as osamu bites into your shoulder desperately.

“i-i— shit, ‘m gonna fill you up,” is all you can make out from his rushed mumbling, and you turn your head quickly, desperate for his lips.

“kiss me, samu. kiss me as you cum inside, please.”

it’s as though the words break him — his face twists as he kisses you, whole body tensing. he presses his cock deep, thickening and throbbing before he’s gushing cum and can’t seem to stop.

“ah, fuck,” he tosses his head back, fingers scrabbling at your nipples as his chest heaves against your back, heart pounding steadily.

you cum with a whine, grinding down on his cock in an effort to get him impossibly deeper. as you ride out your highs together, trembling deliciously, he can’t help but dissolve into giggles of pure happiness.

“angel, ya got that baby for sure, jus’ like ya wanted, hm? ah, i can’t wait for a mini-me or a mini-ya. yer gonna be the prettiest mom, swear.”

— KUROO TETSURŌ

“fuck, babe. you’ve got no idea about what i saw today,” tetsurō huffs, warm breath fanning over your tits as they bounce, controlled by your bra.

spices clatter as tetsurō sweeps his arm across the kitchen counter behind you, clearing the space so you can lean back a little easier. his grip on your thighs doesn’t waver, nor does the ruthless tempo of his hips.

“tetsu, what’d you see?” you gasp, tears threatening to pour over your waterline.

“well, i saw this family,” he grunts, thrusting into you particularly hard now that he’s recalling the memory. “the dad had their kid on his shoulders, and the mom was pregnant. they looked so happy, and it made me think of you.”

“is that so?” you ask, spreading your legs impossibly wider as an invitation. you bite your lower lip, rolling your hips against his in an effort to get his cock deeper.

“tetsu,” he raises his eyes from the mess between your legs to your face, earnest and flushed. “kiss me, baby.”

tetsurō obliges, lets you tug him forward by the chin, mesh his lips with yours. it’s warm and sweet, the aftertaste of the dessert you’d been making as his surprise for when he’d come home. your tongue slips between plush, parted lips and moves with his gently, quite a contrast from the rough way he’s fucking you.

“ah, shit,” he moans, struggling to kiss you back when he feels your sticky walls clenching down on his too sensitive cock.

tetsurō leans forward and buries his flushed face in your shoulder, kissing the tender skin a few times before nipping it and then finally biting down into your shoulder.

he practically loses it when you wrap your legs around his back, heels digging into muscle as you push him forward. in a hushed tone and into his ear, you say sweetly, “tetsu, fuck a baby into me.”

“oh, i fucking will, princess.”

although, despite his rough words, he’s wheezing and whining every now and then into your shoulder, hoping it muffles his sounds.

your hand slides up his neck and tangles into dark tufts of hair, pulling tight as your own orgasm approaches. your pleasure mixes with his own, and just before the knot in your belly snaps, you feel a strong pulsing deep within your pussy.

he groans loudly, burying his cock deep just as it starts to gush, painting your walls white. your nails dig hard into his scalp and the sting of pain only seems to make him get a little more vocal.

tetsurō pants into your neck, trying to find his bearings now that his limbs feel like jelly.

“hold me?”

— IWAIZUMI HAJIME

“h-haji, this was a good call..”

“oh yeah?” hajime’s voice rumbles in his chest, strong and steady against your back as he keeps your legs wide open. “have we ever tried this one?”

“i don’t think so, but we definitely will in the future.”

“feels that good, princess?” hajime chuckles, eyeing your reflections in the mirror mounted across the bed. for a moment, he considers the two of you puzzle pieces — he sees that his cock fits snugly inside you, and the thought that you may be made for each other briefly crosses his mind.

“of course it does,” a sheen of sweat glimmers on your face, skin glowing beautifully in the mirror. “god, hajime, y-you’re so deep..”

he notices your eyes falling shut, head tipping back, and he raises his hand to lightly smack your cheek. “mm, princess, gotta keep watching. i want you to see yourself cum, alright?”

“fine,” you huff, feet dangling in the air and bouncing every which way as he fucks into you, heavy balls smacking your pussy with each stroke.

“what made you wanna try this?” you ask, knowing you should save the question for later, but you’re too curious not to ask. why would your husband come home someday and randomly want to try a new position you’d never heard of?

“well, you know..” in the mirror, you catch the flush on his tanned cheeks. “we’ve both caught the fever recently, and this is a solid position for makin’ babies.”

you gasp sharply when hajime turns his hips ever so slightly, and the resulting sensation causes pressure to build in your pelvis. “shit— right there, haji, just like that..”

he grunts, body stiffening as he tightly holds you in place and fucks into you like it’s the last time you’ll ever be like this together.

“wanna get you pregnant,” hajime groans, abs flexing with the effort of maintaining his merciless pace, “i wanna—shit—wanna breed you.”

“you want it that bad?” you breathe, just barely keeping your eyes open and focusing on your bouncing reflection. “fuck me full, then, haji.”

hajime doesn’t question it, thinks of you with a swollen belly and milky tits all for him to hold and take care of. you, with your glowing skin and beautiful body from all the pregnancy hormones.

the idea of it all is too much to bear, not to mention cumming deep inside your cunt, this time with the intent to breed.

he can’t even muster the words to warn you that he’s cumming as hard as he is; after a choked, tight groan, he falls silent and rocks his hips into you.

“fuck it deep, haji,” you whisper, on the edge yourself. obedient and too far gone in his fantasy, he does exactly what you ask, whining very quietly from the sensitivity.

shaking on top of him and watching the reflections in the mirror, you cum hard, dissolving into unmatched pleasure. and you’re thankful you keep your eyes open, moaning at the very sight— hajime doesn’t even pull out, he’s still pushing his cock in and out of you, but cum races from your cunt in thick white rivulets.

“i’m trying,” he huffs, sensitive when he glances up and notices how intently you’re watching the mirror. his cheeks flush lightly when you both notice that most of his cum ends up dripping down his balls and out of you.

“don’t worry, princess. i’ll cum however many times it takes, sound good?”

— SUNA RINTAROU

“you want a few brats? oh, i just felt your pussy squeeze up. ‘s what you want, huh?” rintarou bites, harshness of his thrusts drawing whimper after whimper from your kiss-swollen lips.

“i want it, rin,” you feel one of his palms smoothing over the plushness of your lower stomach, just above your pelvis. “w-what’re you doing?”

he laughs at your stutter, keeps your legs steady over his shoulders. rintarou draws his hips back, leaving just his tip inside your quivering pussy. then, he presses down on your lower stomach and slides in, adding more pressure with each inch.

“rintarou!” you wheeze, jerking your hips to the side in a pathetic attempt to run away from the overwhelming pleasure he gives you with every movement, big or small.

“nuh uh, pretty girl,” his free hand grabs ahold of you tightly, tugs you towards him and then settles to rest on your neck. rintarou’s fingers are loose on each side of your throat, hand placed there in a demonstration of control. but what’s the point of that, when he’s already made it clear by hoisting your legs over his shoulders and folding you in half?

“you’ll take it, all of it.”

“but ‘m sensitive, i’ve cum too many times,” you can’t even recall a number or remember how long he’s been fucking you like this.

you’re both sticky with sweat, your thighs stained white with dried cum from previous rounds and marked with love bites he’d given you in his excitement to get a taste of your pussy.

it’s so fucking messy because rintarou’s the one who can’t stop asking to eat you out and push the cum back inside; you always say yes, then cum until you’re dizzy and can’t see straight.

you taste yourself from earlier on the corners of his lips when he bends forward and gives you a chaste kiss. “l-last time, okay? i’ll give you your brats, pretty girl.”

the sweet pout on your lips that’s quickly replaced with something else and wail of his name that leaves you when he starts jackhammering your pussy turns him on to the max.

incoherent babbling of what he’ll give you and how good you feel blend together, and before you can fully register it, rintarou’s folding forward with a deep groan. “shit, i’m gonna cum so fucking hard, i—”

he shuts up and gives you a few more thrusts before he’s pushing deep and cumming — he’s not done when he pulls out and covers your pussy in cum.

“r-rin, keep it inside,” you whine sadly, watching as he collects it on his tip and then plunges it back inside.

“jus’ needed some extra lube,” he says coolly, but he really just wants to cum all over you. “how’s it feel inside, pretty baby?”

“like i need some more.”

rintarou laughs at the way you turn away, cheeks hot in embarrassment because you were the one who wanted a break. “we are going out later, hm?”

your nod makes him smile, green eyes crinkling at the corners. “how about i cum in your panties and you walk around with ‘em?”

[vngelicc]

⊹₊ ⋆ “love it when he hit and smack, too, baby lemme lick on your tattoos,”

TAGS — squat-riding!oc, porn without plot, messy sex, slight degradation, dirty talkin, creampies, oc is a nasty pretty thing, she’s cute, jk is pussy-whipped here, oc rides him so good she has him MOANING out loud, blasphemy(?) idk jk is a little devious, oc as a cute coquette and jk as her hot grunge bf, mentions of cum eating

WORD COUNT — 1.9 k

Jungkook knew he was fucked the moment that soft “Jungkookie” left your lips, you were all he could think about for days.

Could anyone blame him though? Even as he sat behind you with his large hands massaging over your soft feet, he still couldn’t believe he had gotten this lucky. “You’re so quiet.” You softly hum while tossing him a look over your shoulder, “Somethin’ wrong?” You purse your glossy lips in a soft pout.

“Nothing baby.” Jungkook gently squeezed your delicate calf, “Just lost in thought I guess.” He shrugs.

You stare at him for a few moments before pausing whatever was playing on your laptop, you turn on all fours and crawl towards him, “Tell me,” you stop in front of him—knees on either side and your face inches away from his, “I wanna hear it.” You softly say while eyeing his lips and chains appreciatively.

Jungkook admires your own dangling necklace with a tiny gold cross hanging so innocently. He licks his lips and sits up, “Do you? Or are you just saying that so you can distract me,” he chuckles breathily, “greedy little thing you are. Can’t even go one second without trying something.” He squeezes your cherub cheek gently.

You playfully pout and tilt your head, “I just wanted an excuse to say I’ll make you feel better,” you gently sway your hips side to side, watching with a tiny grin as Jungkook’s eyes follow your soft round cheeks sitting so perfectly in your pink silk shorts, “unless you don’t wanna..?” You softly breathe out.

Jungkook runs his tongue over his lip as he stares back at you with hooded eyes, “Don’t wanna what, hm?” He’s fucking with you of course, he just wants to hear it come out your mouth.

“Lemme ride it,” you innocently say, “don’t you wanna make it nasty and messy until your cum’s drippin’ out?” You purr softly while leaning in to kiss his cheek and then his jawline, inching upwards towards his ear, “ ‘m so wet for you Jungkookie, feel me,” you whisper while guiding his tattooed hand towards your shorts, exhaling shakily in excitement as he dips his fingers into your panties and slots them right up against your sticky pussy lips.

Jungkook tilts his head to the side, letting you latch on to his neck as you marked him up like this was the last time you were going to see him, “You little fucking minx,” he grunts, “greedy little pussy can’t go one day without a fuckin’, baby’s so desperate for cock aren’t you?” He grabs your chin and forces you to face him, “Hm?”

You nod with a tiny ‘mm-hm’, “Always want you, can’t help that you fill my pussy so good… Always leaves me drippin’ n wanting more.” You softly say against his lips while grinding against his fingers, “ ‘s not my fault you made me like this.” You bat your pretty lashes at him and purse your lips.

Jungkook curses under his breath and meanly pinches your clit, “Then get to it since you wanna act like a little bitch in heat,” he pulls his hand out and lands a hard smack across your ass. You moan softly and eagerly clamber on to his lap, he attacks your neck in a flurry of kisses while wildly sucking over your soft skin, “so fucking soft,” he mutters, “there you go baby, go ‘head and take my cock out, wanna watch you ride it like the filthy little slut you are.” He whispers low.

You tilt your head and press your lips to his, your hand makes quick work of pushing his boxers down his thighs until they sit under his balls. Your mouth waters at the sight of his cockhead leaking precum, some of it dribbles down his shaft leaving a clear trail of pearly white on his cock.

“Can I..?” You ask ever so politely while begging him with those puppy eyes and your lip between your teeth.

Jungkook swallows harshly and nods, “Go on, not gonna ride itself.” He guides you over his cock, shoving your silk shorts out of the way and yanking your panties to the side with two fingers.

You bite your lip and position your sopping cunt over the head, sliding him through the sticky mess between your soft folds. There’s low squelching as you slide his cock over your sensitive clit and down to your winking hole. A low moan slips from your lips as your pussy hugs the tip, pink rim stretching to accommodate his thick cock. Your lips part in a ‘o’ after seating yourself firmly on his lap.

Jungkook huffs under his breath and lies back all the way while watching you with hooded eyes, “Not too loud baby,” he murmurs, “nice and slow—fuck, hear that, ‘s your little pussy dripping for me.” He lazily grins while throwing his arm behind his head, watching the way you rolled your hips in slow lazy circles.

“Mm.. ‘s not enough,” you quietly whisper while placing your hands over his abdomen, “can I? Pretty please, promise I’ll make it so good for you if you’ll let me,” you moan while rolling your head back, “ride it just the way you like Jungkookie.” You smile.

Jungkook bites down on his lip and holds back a loud groan, he can’t focus with the way you ride his cock like you’re trying to spell coconut on his dick. Your pussy hugs him just right as it drags over his sensitive cock, massaging his swollen shaft with the right amount of pressure and grip.

His eyes flutter closed and he lets out a muffled moan, “Fuck—yes baby, like that,” he grips your ass cheeks with both hands and moves you back and forth on his cock sensually, “feels so fuckin’ hot around me—nice n wet too.” He pants softly as massages both cheeks before smacking his hands against them.

You bite your lip—half-giggling, half-moaning—and move from his grip to bounce back on his cock a few times. Jungkook moans out and tosses his head back into the pillows, “Shit, like that—keep going.” You reach behind you to place your hands over his while you drag your pussy over his cock repeatedly, riding up to the tip before slamming back down.

Jungkook’s the one moaning and panting under his breath now, occasionally tiny little whimpers leave you but it’s nothing compared to Jungkook who looks like he’s getting the ride of his life. You slide your hips up slowly and then let your ass fall back on to his lap, your bubbly flesh rippling as they slap against his thighs. There’s a faint slick noise in the background as your pussy leaks over his fat cock, your creamy white slick dribbling down his shaft and to his balls.

“Jungkook,” you breathe out softly and pry his hands off your ass, he makes a wounded noise like it pains him to not be holding your ass. He lifts his head to look at you as if asking why, only to let out a long moan as his head slumps back, “Want you to fill me up,” you pout while placing your hands over his chest, knees knocked apart as you raised your hips, “want all of it in my pussy Jungkookie, promise I’ll clean my mess up,” your hips start moving sensually, you purposely clenched for that extra effect.

The bed rocked quietly under the weight of you two, it was accompanied by the dull thumping of your headboard knocking into the wall. To make things worse, your pussy was making these delicious little wet noises as his cock emerged with streaks of white creamy slick. He could see a white ring of slick form around the base of his shaft getting pushed back into your pussy and then coming right back down on his cock.

It was a fucking miracle your parents hadn’t come up to see what all the commotion was about. “Yeah?” He pants breathlessly, “Gonna be a good little cum dump and keep my cum warm in your sloppy little pussy?” He opens his eyes to look down at where your pussy meets his cock. You weren’t lying about making it messy..

“Mm-hm,” you moan, “promise. Not a drop ‘s gonna waste.” You huff and slam your hips down, rocking together before repeating the same thing over again. His cock hit that spot that drove you wild just right, and not wanting to lose the angle you kept fucking yourself back on him just greedily chasing the pleasure.

His eyes caught on to the dangling cross in his face, he watched it swing back and forth so innocently. Jungkook let out a poorly suppressed groan and looked up at your blissed out face in awe. You never failed to look so fucking pretty even in the throes of pleasure/sex. He’d for sure have a picture of you like this in his wallet or some shit.

“ ‘m gonna,” you quietly whine, “ ‘m gonna cum,” you whimper out while bouncing faster, “please, can I?”

Jungkook hisses as he slows you down, “Can you hold it in for me baby? ‘m so close too,” he whispers breathlessly while panting. He sees you give the tiniest of nods before he pulls you down so you’re lying over him, “Good girl,” he grits his teeth and begins plowing you from below, “good fucking girl.” He growls.

Your mouth opens in a silent scream as you hide your face in his neck, toes curling as he pounds his cock over and over again into your (already) sore pussy. “More, more, more,” you whine out while spreading your thighs apart a bit more.

Jungkook slaps his hips upwards as quickly as he can manage, his balls slap harshly against your ass as the sounds of skin on skin fill the bedroom along with your panting and breathing moans. He buries his face in your shoulder and bites down, not hard enough to bleed but enough for it to mark. His cock throbs and spurts of cum begin flooding your messy little cunt.

He doesn’t think he’s cum this hard ever since the night you both first started having sex.

You had let Jungkook take your virginity in the back of his pick-up truck, bent over with your bruised knees knocking into eachother while he fucked you like a man possessed from behind. Your poor little pussy was so swollen from the rough treatment, the pain and pleasure ended up becoming one and all you could do was beg for more while drool slipped from the corner of your lips. At a particular thrust Jungkook sent you squealing as you stood on your tippy toes, your pretty white sneakers contrasting Jungkook’s black boots as you whimpered and tangled your legs with his.

Jungkook’s mind blanks out as he reaches down to rub furious circles on your sensitive bud, he has you squirming in his lap as you clench down tightly before a low whine of his name escapes your lips. You both slump into each other until you roll off him and on to the bed next to him, “That was–”

“I know,” he replies, swallowing harshly, “you think they heard?” He turns to look at you.

You stare back with a dreamy look in your eye, “Dunno,” you shrug cutely before rolling over to climb over him, “but I feel empty,” you softly say and guide his semi-hard cock towards your pussy, “what? Gotta keep it in somehow.” You motion to your dripping cunt, you hiss in sensitivity before laying down on him, “So what are we eating?” You tilt your head with a cheeky smile.

Jungkook laughs breathlessly, “You’re seriously thinking about food?”

“Not me, I know what I’m eating.” You lick your lips deviously, giggling when you hear Jungkook moan in protest as his cock weakly twitches.

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[sat0sugu-angst]

Well, We've Got the Rest of the Night

A continuation of "I Only Need 10 Minutes" where you come home drunk an horny

wc: 2.8k

cw: super sappy bc im a sap, fingering (f. receiving), oral (m. receiving), unprotected p in v, squirting, little bit of aftercare, subby reader, lemme know if i missed something

a/n: i'm back from the dead! this has been sitting in the drafts for agesss i've just been drabbling here and there and got it to a point where i thought yall might enjoy it too

rbs/comments let me know you liked my work! don't be shy 💓

MDNI

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You wave to your girlfriends from the front door as the Uber drives off. After fumbling with the keys a little, you eventually get the door open and stumble inside.

"Babe?!" You call out from the entryway. Even though you can't see him from the door, the light from the living room gives him away.

"Yeah, kitchen." He calls back. You work your way out of your shoes as you head deeper into the apartment, nearly falling, but you catch yourself on the corner of the counter.

Katsuki is sitting at the kitchen table, paperwork laid out before him, and his glasses hanging on the end of his nose. When he sees you, the tension in his face melts, and though he's not quite smiling at you, you can't help but grin. The way he looks at you, with a softened brow and an ease only you could give him, made you feel like you could fly. You come up behind him, leaning forward to wrap your arms around his shoulders, nuzzling into his neck.

At first, you just hug him, making a contented noise in the back of your throat in greeting. "You have fun tonight?" His voice was level, but you could feel his heart racing under your fingertips.

You smile a little while you nod into his neck, but then you're kissing the skin there. Your fingers glide slowly up and down his chest, lips brushing over his throat as you say, "I've been thinking about your mouth all night."

"Mm," his voice rumbles under your fingers. "Barely touched you'n you can't think about anything else, huh?" His hand rests lightly on your arm, and you feel his thumb rubbing soft circles into your skin. He was surprisingly affectionate, you realized early in the relationship. He never shied away from your touch, however casual or intimate, and returned your affection in kind. Katsuki may not always be able to proclaim his love in words, but the way he held you left no doubts about how he felt about you.

You shake your head in answer to his question, pulling back slowly so that your fingers brushed up his arms and shoulders. You use those same shoulders, and the chair next to him, to push yourself up onto the table, too drunk to care about sitting on his paperwork.

He was smiling at you with perfect ease, his lips quirking up as you made yourself comfortable. You lean in and clumsily press a quick kiss to his lips, barely steadying yourself with your hands on his chest. When you pull away, he's still smiling, a smug tinge in the way his eyes challenged you. You can't help but feel shy under the weight of his gaze. "Always think about how you touch me," you whisper.

There was something fond about the way he regarded you, his gaze thorough as it trailed down your body. He grabbed one of your ankles, the one closest to him, and moved your leg so that you had one on either side of him. Then his arms wrapped around your hips, grabbing at your ass just enough that he could pull you toward him, and you were right at the table's edge. Your dress bunched up at your hips, and your underwear was clearly visible.

He leaned in for another kiss, hands on either knee. He holds them wider so that he can lean right against you, and then they slide up through the insides of your thighs before settling back on your hips. His lips move from your mouth toward your jaw. "And how could I think about anything other than the way you look when I touch you? Fuck, look at you. Could barely get any work done knowing you were somewhere lookin’ so good."

His mouth moves toward your ear, stopping right beneath, breath teasing the sensitive skin there. "So fucking sexy. You dance a lot tonight?" You can't help the way you gasp as he runs his tongue up your neck, slowly and deliberately, tickling you in the best way. "You taste so fucking good." You realize he's probably tasting dried sweat from dancing all night, and feel heat between your legs.

His teeth lightly graze the skin where he'd been kissing you, and you let out a small cry in pleasure. One hand is on his chest, gripping the front of his shirt without a care about stretching the material. The other goes around his neck, running your fingers through his hair.

Kissing down your body, he unzips your dress and pulls the straps over your shoulders in a heap of fabric in your lap, leaving you in only your lacy pink bra. His hands tease your breasts, running over them briefly on their way down to your legs.

He's watching you as he lifts your legs so that they rest on his shoulders, and you bite your lip in anticipation. Before you see his hands, being blocked by the fabric of your dress, you feel his fingers glide along your slit over your underwear. "Fuck," you gasp, sensitive, hands resting on his jaw, near his chin, leaning in to press your lips to his as his fingers tease you.

You're whining for more before he eventually moves the fabric aside, and he bites your lip when he feels how wet you are. "God, you're fuckin' perfect, aren't you?" He breathes against you as he runs his thumb through your slick, spreading it up to rub right where you'd been craving him. You find yourself grinding into his hand, whimpering against his lips as you kissed him harder.

He knows your body so well by now, you barely have to give him direction; with each whimper and cry, he shifts just so until he has you shaking in his arms. You feel yourself nearing your climax, and Katsuki can feel it, too. Feel how you begin to flutter around his fingers. "Fuck, baby, are you coming right now? Go ahead and come on these fingers."

But you stopped, trying to control your muscles and keep yourself from cresting over. You pull away so you can look him in the face. "No, not yet. It's your turn. I don't wanna come again unless you're inside me."

His brow quirks up in confusion. "But I'm already inside you." As if to prove his point, he thrusts into you meanly. You gasp, but he holds eye contact with you. "You really don't wanna come?" He asks, and you shake your head. He begins pulling out of you, slowly, and you can't help the noises you make. He smiles up at you. "Don't feel like it with the way you're clenching around me for more." And he presses back into you.

You cry out, muffling your voice by tucking into the crook of his neck. You can't help your blush. "Katsuki," you whine, but it's no use, his fingers resume in that painfully delicious rhythm and his thumb rubs circles against your clit. He grabs you by the hair at the nape of your neck, gentle but unyielding as he pulls you back to look up at him.

There's something possessive in his eyes as he looks at you, but there's a softness, too. "Come on, baby, come on these fingers and I'll fuck you properly."

You clench involuntarily, wanting to look away from the weight of his gaze. Sensing you becoming self-conscious, he leans up to kiss your lips, his thumb applying just a little more pressure so he could press his tongue into your mouth when you gasp. He keeps you like that for a moment, sucking lightly on your lip before pulling back again. Most of your lipstick had smeared, ending up on his neck and mouth, but he was fascinated by the light swelling from the force of your kisses. "How you can still manage to feel embarrassed with me, I'll never understand." His voice is soft, even as he adds another finger, filling you more.

But how could someone get used to the intensity in his eyes? The way he looked at you, kissed you, touched you. It was greedy and deliberate, but oh, so gentle.

You look back from his eyes to his mouth, leaning in for more kisses. He reacts in kind, following the way your hips began to move against his fingers and slip his tongue into your mouth. You couldn't help whining in his mouth as his fingers worked you up again, and it was only a matter of time until you could feel your climax washing over you in waves. "Katsuki, uh—" you leaned into him, tightening your arms around him and pressing your forehead against his.

"Just like that," He says, peppering kisses all over your face, anywhere he could reach, as his fingers guided you through your orgasm. "Fuck, I wanted to take you to bed, but I'm gonna hafta fuck you on this table."

He pulled away only a little once you'd come down, not enough to pull himself out of your arms, but your legs dropped down to either side of his hips. Just enough for him to work his buckle undone.

"Wait," you said, grabbing his arms and pulling them from his pants. You got down from the table now, nearly stumbling from the drink and your fresh high, but steadied yourself with your hands on his waist. You pull him in for one slow kiss, grabbing his hands and forcing him to sit in the chair behind him before you were getting on your knees. You still held his hands in yours, and you guide his hand to your face.

"I wanna taste you now." You said, hoping the way your lips brushed against the tip of his finger enticed him. You could feel your arousal coating his fingers, and you pulled his finger into your mouth and sucked on it, tasting yourself.

Fuck, He thinks, because you were such a slutty girl when you were drunk. He was excited he could come along for the ride. "You're fucking perfect."

You sucked once more on his fingers before releasing it with a pop! and continued the work of getting his pants off.

He was already hard when you pulled down his underwear, tip damp with precum. And as well as he knew your body, you knew his. You knew exactly how he liked his cock to be sucked. With each grunt, you knew you were working him up and it was only a matter of time. He tossed his head back and you grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulling him so that he had to look at you.

“Fuck,” He breathes, and you feel him twitch in your mouth. "I'm close."

"Mm," You hum, maintaining your pace.

"Fuck, wanna come inside you."

You have to pull off him for a moment to smile, grinning up at him sweetly. "You are inside me," you point out, echoing his words from earlier, before taking him back in your mouth.

He grins down at you, and he almost comes right there in your mouth, but Katsuki was used to getting exactly what he wanted. "Off, brat. Come sit on this cock."

Your body comes alive at the full force of his attitude, letting him pull you up. You’re trying to get your dress the rest of the way off, but with how it’s bunched, it won’t fit over your hips, and you quickly give up to work on your underwear, but Katsuki has other plans. He grabs a side with each hand and pulls, effortlessly ripping the lacy underwear in half and it falls away, leaving you bare to him.

“Katsuki!” You complain, but then his mouth is on yours, his hand in your hair, using his other hand to guide his cock as you took your place in his lap. As you lowered yourself on top of him, you pressed your lips to his for a kiss, whining into his mouth as his tip pushed into you.

You have a hard time holding yourself up in the kitchen chair, not quite enough room on either side of his legs for you to hold yourself up. You gasp as you fully settle in, how deep he presses inside you, you're certain you can feel him in your stomach. You whine, trying to use your arms to lift yourself up, but you feel his hands circle your waist, grabbing at your hips. "Don't gotta do a thing, baby." And then he thrusts. Hard.

The force of him pulling out and slamming back into you forces a breathy yell out of you. "Fuck, Katsuki!" You breathe, holding onto him for dear life.

"I know, baby," He says, as he sets a steady pace, the head of his dick bumping into that spot that has your whole body set alight. "You can take it. Just take this cock, baby." All you can do is hold onto him, trying to relax your muscles to let him in, but you feel him hit that spot over and over.

"Katsuki, please, I feel funny. Slow down or I'm gonna make a mess."

But there's no talking sense into Katsuki, not with the way you hug his dick so well. You wanna make a mess for him? He'd never turn down that kind of opportunity. "Just come, baby."

"You're not gonna wanna clean up tonight, we can't leave it til morning."

"Don't worry so much," He says, and punctuates his point by readjusting the angle of his hips so that he rocks against your g-spot again.

You only have time to let out a quiet, "fuck," before you both feel your release in his lap. You feel your muscles contract around his dick, and soon you feel the warmth of him coming inside. You're unable to stop the gentle moans falling from your mouth as he continues small thrusts as he rides out his orgasm, trying to muffle yourself in his neck.

He rubs your back gently as you both come down. For a moment, it's just the sound of you both breathing heavily against each other. You're tuckered out, exhaustion from the night hitting you as you relax in his arms.

Then he's up, holding you against him. You cry out when the shift of positions causes him to slip out of you, and you feel yourself clench around nothing. "Katsuki," you grumble, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"Sorry, baby. Just wanna get you ready for bed before you pass out."

He carries you through the house and to your bathroom. You try to protest, but Katsuki is just as stubborn about cleanup as he is about how he fucks you, and after brushing your teeth and taking a shower together, he takes you back in his arms. Normally, you’d protest being carried around like a doll, but in the moment, you can't find it in you to complain, not when he smells like fresh soap and his skin is warm against yours.

When he sets you on the bed, you recline all the way back, closing your eyes. He rustles around the room, but when he goes quiet you open your eyes, finding him standing above you, now dressed, with a set of pajamas in hand. "C'mon, baby, time to put some clothes on."

You whine. "thought you liked me better without clothes," you tease, rolling over on your stomach and pretending to sleep.

You hear him scoff, and then the weight on the bed shifts as he presses in close to you. "Brat, you just wanna be babied, huh?"

You don't open your eyes, but you can't help the smile teasing your lips. “Well, I can do it myself, I just know how much you like to baby me.”

He grunts, but then you feel the bed shift, then the gentle pressure of his body laying atop yours as he holds himself up so his body rests against yours just so. “Been babyin’ you. C’mon ‘n be a good girl for me now.”

Your insides twist deliciously, and sigh dramatically. “Well I guess since you’ve been so nice,” you tease, and shift so you’re laying under him, facing up.

He snorts, pushing up to allow you to do the same. “Only for you.” You roll your eyes, but follow his lead and dress yourself. But mother hen was in a doting mood, and even after being teased, he helped you into your pajamas.

Once you were dressed, he stretches his arms over his head, yawning before crawling in beside you. He pulls you against him roughly, and you let him, tucking your head into his neck to inhale his fresh scent. “I did like that set, though.” you say, smiling against his neck.

He grunts. “Bra’s still intact.”

You roll your eyes. “Goodnight.”

He hugs you a bit tighter. “Night.”

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a/n: tysm for reading!

taglist: @asmaechan @animexholic @justanothernpcartist @inumakicanrailme 

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[jeanbie]

Omg hi I don’t know if you take nsfw requests but I was wondering about aot’s favorite positions🥺 your writing is so so good!!

honestly.....i thought this was hard !!! i can't see any of them being overly picky on positions or even having all time favs; over the eras of aot, they all change so much it's actually hard to say...so i tried my best to think semi-objectively :3 absolutely feel free to disagree with ANY of these, everyone has diff interpretations (and i love all of em)

warnings: fem!reader (sorry), sexual content ofc, if u want the girl vers lemme know :D

AOT BOYS & FAV POSITIONS ★ masterlist.

MISSIONARY

“you look so fucking pretty right now—” is the only thing they can think of saying as they bow their chest over yours, watching your face twist as their cock sinks deeper into your cunt. one of your legs is wrapped firmly around their waist or hanging up over their shoulder; this way, they can watch you writhe and whimper whilst also watching the way you suck them up nicely, the way your body tenses and flinches with every thrust they give...

— jean, zeke, niccolo

RIDING

there is no greater joy than leaning back and watching you do your thing. their hands are on your waist, smoothing around your hips and stomach in an effort to distract themselves from simply filling you up and going wild — they love to watch you sinking down on them, your back arched and breasts rising with every rise and fall. they meet your hips by raising their own, finding pleasure in watching your face pull into contorted shapes, hearing the moans and whimpers from your mouth. from down here, they like the control they can have, and on occasion, the submission of doing whatever you tell them to

— levi, armin, porco

BENT OVER

if they can bend you over it, they can fuck you on it. tables, beds, tree trunks, fences, desks, sinks — it’s like they’re trying to fuck you on every possible or available surface they can find. they just love to see the sight of your ass tilted up, hips pressing into a hard surface, legs spread in a desperate attempt to stay upright, all while they drive themselves into you however fast or hard they want to. they can be as gentle or as rough as they want to be; running their hands up your back and between your shoulder blades, or smacking your ass and pulling your hair — everything about fucking you from behind is perfect for them, and by the sounds of things, perfect for you

— eren, floch

[bonus] s4!eren loves to fuck you over a sink or a vanity, anywhere he can pull you back by your hair and make you watch in the mirror. his eyes never leave yours through the glass, his lips whispering the dirtiest things he can possibly think of just to get you to cum around him, to watch yourself unravel in his hands

RIDING THEIR FACE

they are a seat. that’s all they are, all they ever want to be — a seat for their perfect partner. they could spend hours with their tongue up your cunt, hands pressed into your ass or hips as you ride the features on their face. they would happily die of suffocation down here, just as long as you were happy and they got to taste their favourite thing in the world

— connie, onyankopon

GIVING THEM A BLOWJOB

every position is good with their partner, but absolutely nothing beats you on your knees between their legs, their cock in your mouth. a hand in your hair, on your cheek or the back of your neck, they love to watch you take care of them, especially after a particularly long and otherwise bad day. whether it’s simply between their legs as they sit, or as they lie down before bed — or under a desk when there are other people around, nothing will ever top the feeling of your mouth running itself up their dick, or how warm and wet it feels as you take them. 

— ERWIN, bertolt

REVERSE COWGIRL

“comfy, darlin?” with their hands on your hips, they love to help you sink down onto them, using your hips as handles to bring you up and down at whatever pace they fancy. they just love the sight of your face turning back to him with a pleasured look, the muscles in your back tensing whenever he hits that perfect spot up your pussy. seeing you looking like this makes him feel so proud — you’re taking him like its no problem, your ass bouncing on his stomach, toes curling as you set your hands on his legs for balance. he’ll let you take control until you tire, and then the fun can really begin

— reiner, kenny (help)

[fruittt-punchhh]

hey! MDNI, filthy smut ahead!! just a lil toji x fem!reader drabble. cw: smut, pet names, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, etc.

call me crazy and depraved but Toji is def obsessed with your stomach??? whether it’s flat and muscular or soft and squishy and hangs over the hem of your jeans or anything in between??

like you know he loves grabbing it when you’re cuddling, pulling you closer into him as he falls asleep. and when you feel shitty, he’s quick to come up behind you, kissing your neck and rubbing your belly as he tries not to let his hands explore further south.

oh and when you’re fucking?!!?!? jesus christ, he loves teasing your folds before he’s laying his heavy cock on your stomach, admiring just how deep he’d be when he’s finally ruining your guts. he pushes down hard on your stomach where he left a spot of precum, moaning as he says, ”think you can take all of me, hmm? gonna feel my cock all the way up here,” emphasizing the grip he had on your waist while he pushes his two thumbs into you even harder, surely leaving a bruise behind.

of course Toji loved a nice pair of tits and a big ass, and he loved your plush thighs to go along with the rest of your heavenly figure. but when you got ready for a date and put on the new bodycon dress he got you, he thought he might fall to his knees and eat every inch of you right then and there. seeing how perfectly the dress hugs your curves, and more importantly, accentuates your cute tummy, has him losing himself.

and we all know he loves fucking into you with your legs over his shoulders all mean and aggressive, rightly claiming that which belongs to him. pushing his hand down hard like the bastard he is on the soft flesh above your navel. asking, “you like that, huh? feel me all. in. here. right?”, he says, enunciating each word with a hard thrust into your addicting heat, “take all these fuckin’ inches like the slut you are,” he commands.

and his favorite thing of all is to paint your insides white, breeding your deep pussy by giving you all of his cum, forcing you to keep it in with two thick fingers plugging your hole. he keeps you stuck there, squirming for him as he kisses and bites on the fat of your tummy. “stop movin’ so much, ma’, m’tryna’ give you my babies. won’t work if you push it all out,” he says, watching as you bite your lip, loving the feeling of being stuffed full of nothing but him.

he can’t help but cum inside every time you two lay together, obsessed with putting another stupid brat in you. he wanted to watch your tummy swell with his seed and your tits get all plump and sensitive as you grow his child so well for him. (although he absolutely did not want another brat and this was purely his sick imagination at play)

he pulls his fingers out, making you whine at the lack of his warmth. he smirks, looking up at you, “nah, go ahead and push it out for me, baby. lemme see how much of a mess I made in that pretty cunt, please.” Toji isn’t much of a beggar, but when it came to you he was more than willing to ask for what he wanted.

“I’ll just be puttin’ another baby in you soon anyway, right doll?”

[hongjoongscafe]

Skirt.

Drabble

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: smut

Summary: he was too eager to punish you.

Word count: 2.4k+

Warning: edging, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, squirting, smoking, spanking, oral, fingering, BDSM, name-calling, mean JK, Daddy kink, vibrator, cum eating, overstimulation, spitting kink, pain kink, face slapping, cream pie, unprotected sex (cover it up before Namjoon gives you an unpleasant lesson).

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Masterpost.

“Oh my fucking God!” you moaned as a heavy hand landed on your naked ass, leaving a sweet sting behind.

“You are such a fucking slut, hm,” Jungkook growled. “Always acting like a whore in front of everyone,” he said as he left another hard blow on your ass. He had you bent over his legs with your skirt hiked up and your black lace thongs down your ankles. Your tits were hanging out of your skimpy tube top.

His fingers slipped between your dripping cunt, pinching your throbbing clit with his fingers. “This fucking skirt does nothing to hide this slutty cunt. Just asking to be fucked by anyone with a dick.”

“Only you,” you whined and gasped when he spanked your cunt, making a wet noise. “Please!”

“Please what?” he squeezed your cheeks and made you look at him. “What do you want you fucking whore?”

“Please, Daddy,” you cried. “Fuck me already!”

“That's all you can think about, hm? My big fat cock?” he spread your ass cheeks to see your pathetic holes clenching around nothing. Your cunt was dripping juiced down your thighs and begging attention. “Look at you being so fucking needy. I bet you will spread your legs open for my friends, too.”

“No, Daddy!” you felt frustrated, not being able to feel his fingers or cock inside your hot and wet cunt. “Please, fuck me like a whore that I am,” you pleaded.

Jungkook picked you up and threw you on the silky sheets. The mattress dipped around you as he climbed up and turned you around, on your knees and pushed your head down in the sheets. He pulled his belt out of his pants. Hastily, he pulled your hands behind your back and tied your wrists together.

“You wanna get treated like a slut? Okay then,” he harshly pulled your hair to bring your ear near his lush lips as he dangerously whispered, “Don't complain when you get bruises and a sore cunt tomorrow.”

“I wo— Ahh,” you screamed as he plunged his four fingers into your cunt, not letting you adjust but fucking them hard and fast. The tears rolled down your cheeks as your mouth moaned loudly, enjoying every single second of him.

“Fuck,” he grunted. “Your needy cunt is taking my fingers so well. So wet.” The wet squelching noises turned you on even more. “Gonna fuck you till you pass out and wake up to my dick pounding into you. Wanna make sure to remind you that you are my fucking whore. Gonna fuck this fact into you.”

He felt your walls clenching around his fingers making him know that you were close. “I'm close. Please, don't stop! Why?!” you screamed when suddenly you felt empty. You gasped when he landed a painfully hot spank on your pussy making it look pinkish-red.

“Don't raise your voice in front of Daddy,” he coldly said. “You are such a fucking brat. Need to put you in place.”

You knew you fucked up big time by showing up in this outfit at a Halloween party and talking to Taehyung a little too frankly as he checked you out. You knew you wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow when Jungkook's eyes were red with rage and lust.

He got up, shuffled around and removed his clothes. And opened the drawer. You couldn't see what he took out of it but waited for him to come back.

After a few seconds, he got back behind you and raised your ass higher up. Your eyes widened when he shoved a vibrator deep into your cunt. He chuckled when your hole easily squeezed it in. He then crawled in front of you and pulled your hair to get it between his legs and make you sit a little, face to face with his throbbing big fat cock. Its head was angry red and shiny with precum. His cock was the prettiest with the perfect curve. “Now be a good whore and suck my cock.”

You didn't need to be told twice as you licked his head and took him into your mouth, trying to take the whole of his big length but miserably failing. “Is my cock too big?” you hummed around him. “Tsk tsk, thought you were trained after taking many dicks.” You both were well aware that that was not true. But you would be lying if that didn't make you want to beg him to fuck you senseless. “Guess nobody had a dick this big?” he said, taking a blunt between his lips and lighting it up before throwing the lighter away. He took a deep puff, rested his hand with the blunt over his head and looked at your form through hooded eyes.

You bobbed your head up and down. You wanted to take it all and tried harder. You closed your eyes and pushed your head down but gagged when his tip hit the back of your throat. He moaned when you swallowed around him. Your hands itched to hold his dick and play with his balls.

Jungkook could see his dick moving in your throat. “Fuck,” he grunted. “You are taking me so fucking well. Just like a perfect whore.” You moaned around his cock when he started the vibrator at a lower setting.

You looked up at him through your wet lashes to see him smirking and holding a tiny remote in his other hand. Your eyes rolled back as the mild vibrations were slowly pushing closer to your high. But soon you were disappointed when they stopped.

And then he turned them on stronger than before. His dick slipped out of your mouth as you moaned loudly and your eyes rolled back. Your nails dug into your palms and your legs shook. “Don’t fucking stop!” he hissed.

You opened your eyes and licked his balls and sucked them one by one. His eyes rolled back as his chest heaved up and down. Small moans and grunts were leaving his pink lips. He took another puff of smoke and blew it out. Your tongue was pressed hard against his underside. You could feel the vein throbbing against it.

He took the blunt between his lips and held your hair and forced his cock inside your mouth. He started fucking your mouth. “My pretty cumslut. Taking in daddy so good.” He turned off the vibrator completely when he saw you coming closer, yet again taking away an orgasm.

He felt closer to his high and quickly changed his position and got behind you. He slipped himself inside your hot cunt beside the vibrator and fucked your cunt. His thrusts were hard and fast making your body jolt. Your cheek was pressed against the silky sheets as you drooled all over them.

He grabbed your waist and pulled you back as he trusted. You both moaned at the pleasure it sent through your veins. His cock went deeper into your cunt, his tip brushing your spongy g-spot. “I’m gonna fucking mark this pussy with my cum in it. Will make you walk around in this fucking skirt without panties with my cum running down your thighs. Wouldn't that be good?”

“Daddy, please!” you whined. “Please let me cum! I'm so close.”

Before you could cum, he pulled out. An evil chuckle left him. “You will only cum when I ask you to.” He pulled the vibrator out and replaced it with his fingers. He plunged them into your cunt making you scream out.

“Daddy!” you blabbed some incoherent words to him. He was satisfied to see you so dumb and senseless just because of him.

“So fucking dumb. You wanna cum?” you nodded your head but screamed when he spanked your ass, making it redder than it already was. “Words, you dumb whore.”

“Yes, Daddy! Wanna cum on your fingers!” you cried, tears staining the purple sheets.

Jungkook groaned, feeling your velvety walls throbbing and clenching around his fingers. “Cum, then. Fucking cum on my fingers like a slut you are.”

“Oh, Daddy,” you screamed.

Your eyes rolled back into your skull and moaned out his name loudly as your climax hit you harder and squirted violently. Jungkook removed his fingers but rubbed and spanked your pussy hastily as your squirt splashed around on his abs and cock. “Give me more,” he grunted as he plunged his fingers back into your cunt and fingered you hard. You weakly squirted some more before you felt overstimulated and whined.

Jungkook flipped you around and saw your fucked up face. Your makeup was ruined, mascara was running down your cheeks and lipstick was smeared all over your mouth. He loved it.

He took a puff of blunt and blew it out before putting it away. “Now you look even more of a slut. But we are not done just yet,” he said and got between your legs. “Look at my hand. Look what your needy cunt did to it.” You looked at his hand covered with your cum and squirt. “Clean it for me.” He said and shoved his fingers in your mouth. You wrapped your lips around his fingers and licked them clean. He pushed them further until you gagged around them. He enjoyed looking at you trying to suck his fingers. You were his perfect little slut, letting him do whatever he pleases without ever stopping or stepping away.

You moaned around his fingers when you felt the sweet stretch in your pussy as he trusted back inside. “You wanted to cum, yeah? Let's see how many times you can cum.”

He started plunging at an animalistic pace. He took his fingers out, wrapped them around your throat and tightened the grip just enough to leave harmless bruises and to make your head a little dizzy. His lips found yours and clashed messily. He slipped his tongue in your mouth as you moaned when his cock hit deeper into you. Your walls were feeling raw but the pleasure was too good to stop.

His free hand found your clit and rubbed circles over it. “Fuck, Daddy! So good. You fuck me so good! So fucking big and girth.” He let go of your neck and squeezed your right tit and pinched your nipple.

“You like that, bitch?” you let out a hoarse yes. He spat on your jiggly tits and wrapped his mouth around your nipple and sucked on it. His tongue was flat on your sensitive nub and then bit it before leaving it with a pop. “So fucking nasty. I smell your slutty cunt here. It's leaking so much. My balls are drenched.”

He stopped for a second and held your under thigh and bent you in half. He thrust back inside, much deeper this time. Your hands were still behind your back, holding the sheets as if your life depended on it.

Jungkook rubbed your left cheek with his hand before slapping it. Your eyes rolled back and pussy clenched around his dick suffocatingly. He chuckled seeing you like this. “Such a painslut.” he said and slapped your cheek again. This time you moaned loudly for him and took another hit on your cheek. You were indeed a pain slut just like him.

“Open your fucking mouth,” he moaned.

You obliged and opened your mouth and slid your tongue out. He collected the spit in his mouth and came closer to your mouth and spat it in your mouth harshly. The glob of spit slid down your tongue. He never spat in your mouth before. But it felt good and dirty. You moaned loudly and clenched around him.

“Swallow,” he commanded. You swallowed and showed him. “That's my good slut. Come on now, cum again. Cum on my cock.”

Your walls squeezed around him. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you felt your orgasm taking over your brain. You had no control over your body. It just screamed for Jungkook to destroy and use.

“Yeah, baby. Just like that,” he groaned when your walls squeezed him squirting all over his cock. “That's it. Let it all out,” he rubbed your clit to help you ride your high. You felt tired. But he didn't stop. Instead, he picked up his pace, “I still didn't cum. You gonna cum with me, too.”

“No more!” you cried as he kept hitting the spot. “Too sensitive!”

“Shut up!” he spanked your ass leaving a burning pleasurable pain behind. “You said you are a fucking whore so act like one and take what I give,” he gritted. “Be a good girl and cum with me, yeah? Fucking cream my cock,” he panted, coming closer to his climax. “Cream it good, baby.”

Your body shuddered and your back arched. Out of nowhere, the strongest orgasm slapped you across your face and you came on his cock again.

“Oh fuck,” his voice trembled and thrusts got sloppier as he came inside your burning walls, painting them white. He filled you up to the brim with his cum as thick ropes of cum didn't stop. His orgasm was more intense than ever. He never edged himself this much ever but he didn't regret it.

Finally, he was done coming. Slowly, he pulled out of your cunt and hissed at the overstimulation. Your cunt was red and swollen as his cum dripped down your folds and stained the sheets. The sight was too delicious to leave it alone.

Jungkook bent down and licked a thick strip from your asshole to your dripping cunt. You tried to get away but he held you in place. “Daddy,” you whine. “Too sensitive.”

He hummed on your cunt, sending shivers down your spine. “I know, baby,” he moaned. “But your cunt is so fucking delicious.” He kept on eating you out until your cunt was clean. But he didn't leave just yet. He wanted to pull one more orgasm out of you.

He nibbled your clit and sucked harshly on it. Your breath hitched and your mouth fell open. Your brain could not register anything anymore. He kept sucking and biting your pussy until you felt coming closer. “I'm, yeah, hmm,” you let out some slurred meaningless words but he understood.

With the last bite on your clit, you poorly squirted on his face and came. He lapped every single drop and finally, left your pussy alone before laying next to you and removing the belt from your bruised wrists and kissing them.

Jungkook looked at your fucked face and felt proud. You were barely awake when he pulled your trembling body closer in his arms. The last thing heard him say before he pecked your lips was—

“My little whore never disappoints her daddy in bed.”

…..

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Have a nice day/night💓

[moonstruckme]

Steve x black cat! reader pls. I feel this paring is always necessary 😌

Thanks for requesting!

Steve Harrington x black cat!reader ♡ 625 words

You glower at your boyfriend through the dark lens of your sunglasses. “Don’t come near me with that.” 

Steve smiles cajolingly, approaching with the sunscreen nonetheless. “C’mon, babe, you didn’t come out here just to sit under this umbrella all day.” 

“You know I did.” You dart your stare pointedly to where the pale rocks are growing little puddles of lake water underneath his feet. “If you come over here and drip on my book—” 

“Put the book away,” he coaxes. And he’s convincing, all shiny skin and even shinier smile and his pretty hair stuck damply to his forehead and the back of his neck. One tiny strand curls inward over the curve of his cheekbone, and you want terribly to slick it back in with the others but any affectionate gesture right now would feel too close to giving in. “Lemme put some sunscreen on you so you can come swim with the rest of us.” 

“I’m fine here.” 

“It’s really nice out there.” Steve sits down next to you like a mirror image, his hands by your feet and his feet next to your butt. “The lake’s not too cold or anything, you might like it.” 

You suck your teeth. “I’m just trying to enjoy my book, Steve.” 

He angles his head. “What, you don’t want to spend time with me?” 

You angle your head right back, deadpan. “Don’t.” 

“You know, Max really loves you,” he says, squirting a dollop of sunscreen into his hand and starting to smooth it up your calf. You wrinkle your nose at the smell. “She thinks you’re the coolest. Beats me why, but it’d probably make her week if you went out there.” You’re quiet, and he goes on, encouraged. He works the sunscreen over your knee, hands chaste and purposeful as they run the length of your thigh. “Plus, you know, you can read your book anytime, but these warm days are only gonna last so long before it’s freezing and snowy outside again.” 

“I like when it’s freezing and snowy,” you say, setting your book down on top of your bag before one of you gets sunscreen on it.

“I know, but you won’t be getting the gun show when I’m all hidden under ten layers, y’know?” 

Steve raises his eyebrows at you, and you look away from him, biting down on your smile. You feel more than see your boyfriend’s answering grin, spreading like a blight over his pretty face. He starts on your other leg. 

“And if you come hang out, I’ve got an ice cream sandwich in the cooler with your name on it.” He brushes his thumb over the side of your knee sweetly. “Been saving it for you.” 

You soften. A bit. “You could bring it to me here,” you point out. 

Steve shakes his head, frowning as if he really doesn’t know who’s making these rules and wishes he could change them for you. “Can’t, sorry. Frozen treats are only for those of us out there braving the sun.” 

You cross your arms. “You make it sound so pleasant.” 

He takes one of your arms in his hands, disentangling your defensive stance to continue slathering you in sunscreen. “It’s really not bad,” he says. “Between the ice cream and the cool water, you can pretend it’s winter if you want.” 

“Steve!” You both look out towards the lake, and Robin is waving him over. “Stop flirting with your girlfriend and come back here. We need more people to play chicken!” 

Steve gives you a pleading look. 

“I’m not getting wet,” you tell him firmly. 

He grins and takes your hand, lotion-slicked palm sliding against your own as he pulls you up. “You won’t on my team, don’t worry.”

[facefullofsadness]

I'm gonna combine all 3 of these bc they're all kinda the same, hope u anons enjoy!

content - sub!yunjin x dom!reader, smut (phew let's see, cunnilingus, edging, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, some corruption kink, some g!p reader)

wc - 970

a/n - the first anon is real, never escaping writing huh yunjin! am I complaining though? nope! love my rockstar tall hot perfect gf! lemme write her as a literal sub this time LOL

okay so sub yunjin.

I stand by the whole auditory thing, she loves sound. so not only does she love hearing your moans, her moans, the lewd sounds coming from her cunt, any of the above, but also dirty talk. you love to rile her on by whispering naughty things in her ear and watching her body stiffen.

she's not sensitive and loves foreplay. 70 percent of having sex with yunjin is foreplay, her relishing in the feeling of your skin touching her's and the pleasure gradually building the more you proceed. this way, when you get down to actually fucking her, her body is so incredibly responsive.

dropping to your knees to push her skirt up and panties to the side, sliding your tongue against her slit and filling your mouth with her slick, yunjin moaning out into the hot air surrounding you two. her thighs tremble on either side of your head and her hand threads through your hair, the other hand holding her skirt up to let you do your thing.

loud, responsive, and needy. yunjin whimpers with every swipe of the wet muscle trailing her clenching hole, hips jerking with every brush of your tongue against her clit, and whining your name like it's the only thing she can coherently remember in her brain clouded with lust. pleas for more leak from her lips when you tease her because oh my god is it amusing to see her so ruined by your touch.

and the joy it brings you to see her cry out for you when you deny her another orgasm, her body thrashing and tears welling at her eyes because you're so mean :( needs to cum so badly but you won't let her because "baby, I'm so sorry but you don't deserve it yet."

"I've been such a good girl though, please please god please let me cum. I-I can't take it anymore...!"

you bring your hand to cup her cheek and use your thumb to wipe her tears, cooing as she rubs her thighs together to suppress the orgasm, "you know I can't cum if you don't do it."

"I know my love, just hang in there," you shoot her a warm smile to comfort her as you plunge three long fingers into her pussy, making her scream out and tears trail down her cheeks.

forcing her legs open and smacking her ass if she dare close them. mumbling absolute nonsense as her hole sucks your fingers in more and more with each pump, her eyes rolled back and hands clutching the bedsheets. you'd keep aggressively fingering her until she'd squirt all over your hand, arm, and the sheets, continuing till she's completely overstimulated and forcing another orgasm out of her, giving her all the climaxes she had been begging for minutes prior.

alternatively in a g!p reader world, you'd pull out your fingers, denying her another orgasm and forcing a sob to escape her throat. you pull back from her and hover over her shaking body, tears staining her cheeks, hair absolutely tousled, hands clenching at your shoulders enough to hurt.

"wanna cum baby? need it? tell me, tell me how badly you want me to fuck you until you cum."

yunjin cries, pulling you in to bury her face into your neck and beg, "y/n-ie please! it hurts so bad! fuck me! ruin me until I fall apart, please please... use your fingers, bury your tongue in me, fill my pussy with your cock, just please!! it's aching!!"

your eyes darken and lip slides into a smirk as she trembles under you, begging to be fucked senselessly, it would be a shame if you didn't listen to her! and so you did!

kissing her tear-stained cheek and whispering a reassuring okay into her ear before pulling back and resting the tip of your cock against her entrance, swiping up and down to collect enough of her wetness.

looking yunjin in her watery and pleading eyes before slamming yourself into her, a scream ripping from her mouth. her moans deafeningly loud with every intense thrust of your hips into her soaking hole. you pant into her ear and she grips onto you for dear life. her cunt clenches onto your throbbing member and it's difficult to move with every stroke, but you power through because she feels so fucking good, taking everything you give her so well.

she blabbers incoherently and murmurs continuous thank you's as you ram into her with no mercy, your pace impossibly fast. the sheer amount of slick and spit on and in her pussy makes everything so easy and pleasurable that you can't help but to feel like exploding soon. you hold her legs wide open and push deeper, bottoming out into her and feeling her cervix on your tip, making her throw her head back and your nails sink into her plush thighs.

you continue to rail her, completely pussy drunk and obsessed with how corrupted yunjin looks under you, a shell of the former confident hot girl you knew. nothing but a fuck doll, begging to be ruined by you. rubbing your fingers against her clit and watching as it sends her over the edge, her legs wrapping around your waist, her hands digging into your back, her throat sore with another scream erupting from her throat, her cunt gushing with cum against your pelvis. you cum deep inside of her, spurting out ropes of white liquid into her, filling her to the brim with your seed.

both of your guys' legs shake with pleasure as you fall on top of her borderline lifeless body. she's panting and gasping, trying to grapple onto air as you lick along her neck, tasting her sweat and smirking against her shoulder, her squirming with every action.

a/n - pretty short bc there's no concept behind it, it's more just headcanon/thoughts!!

[brighttearss]

When the party starts -

You had gotten a joint from someone you didn’t know, probably someone from your school. You came to this party just to try and "fit in" with all these people since you were the new girl. It was your first joint and your first party of this kind, but everything felt so boring... It wasn’t what you expected. Honestly, you didn’t even want to smoke, you just wanted to forget your problems for a while. So, you stepped away from the noisy crowd and headed to the mansion’s terrace—not that you knew whose house it was. You’d been invited by one of the organizers, probably his parents. Nothing surprising.

You sat down, staring at the sky, before trying to light the joint to make things a little more interesting. You searched your pockets for a lighter, but realized you had left it downstairs.

“Great...” you muttered, disappointed, setting the cigarette aside for a few seconds. A shadow approached, and you noticed a girl’s presence. She had long blue braids, tattooed arms, and wore knee-length shorts and a neon blue top that was incredibly bold, yet striking. She was pretty attractive. You admired her for a moment before she sat down next to you, offering a lighter.

“Thanks” you replied, a bit shy,opening a small smile.

“You come here often?” she asked, curious, more as a way to start a conversation as she crossed her legs.

“No... it’s my first time,” you replied, lighting the joint, then handing the lighter back with a friendly smile.

“Ah...”

The girl didn’t react much, just raised an eyebrow. It was a typical event, after all. She took the lighter and pocketed it.

As expected, you choked on the smoke.

“It’s just a matter of time, you’ll get used to it,” she said, taking a drag too and blowing the smoke out through her mouth. It looked kind of sexy—or was the joint already hitting you? Wait... you still didn’t know her name. Not that you hadn’t heard about the troublemaker with blue hair who supposedly sold drugs and had some mental issues, but who cares? You sure didn’t.

“... What’s your name?” you asked as she looked at you, analyzing you for a moment before adjusting her posture.

“Jinx.”

“Oh... interesting name. Different, to be honest,” you tried to compliment her while she continued smoking her joint. You had already forgotten yours. It seemed like this Jinx girl was far more interesting than that.

She let out a light, sarcastic laugh. “Hmm... everyone says that.”

“I bet…”

“You new around here? Never seen you at school,” Jinx asked, leaning in a bit closer.

“Yeah... just got here three days ago.”

“Three days? And you’ve already ended up at a party like this. Impressive,” Jinx said with a mischievous smile, twirling her braids like it was the most casual thing in the world. “Must be a talent.”

"I don’t know where I ended up, actually..."

Jinx nodded in understanding. She noticed your joint was going out and took it from your hand. “Lemme see that...” She took a drag and blew the smoke out, holding both joints before handing yours back.

“Got the hang of it yet?” Jinx gave a small smile, watching as you kept struggling, coughing over and over. It looked so easy. A tear rolled down your cheek, and Jinx, noticing, gently touched your face, leaning in to wipe the tear away softly. You didn’t even need the joint anymore—nothing felt better than that moment.

You leaned in, and surprisingly, or maybe not so surprisingly, Jinx did the same. She planted her hands on the concrete floor, keeping the intense eye contact. Her blue eyes were as deep as the ocean, or maybe like the sky. Then, finally, your lips closed the distance between you two. You were on cloud nine now, for sure. Jinx seemed just as dizzy as you, and it felt amazing as her hands slid from your cheeks to your waist, tracing every inch of your body. Your face was burning red, but thankfully, she couldn’t see it.

"If I knew the party was gonna get this good..." she whispered against your lips with a playful smile.

You give a shy smile. "Same..." Then, you lean back into Jinx's lips, fully immersing yourself in the kiss as Jinx explores your mouth with her tongue, gently nibbling on your lower lip.

And just like that, you continued, kissing and getting more and more lost in each other as the night—or maybe the early morning—wore on... This was definitely way more fun.

★★★

I could have done a bit better, but I did it in a hurry. I'll bring a better one, I promise! ♡

Wc:639

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

all i ever wanted, all i ever needed (not old enough ch. 8)

pairing: leon x reader

cw: smut, titty-fucking (lol), pregnancy, dubcon for a min bc he is half-asleep for a min, fluff

word count: 4.5k

ao3 link

Over the next week, you watched Leon become progressively more stressed. At this rate, he’d have a full head of gray hair before he officially became a father. The DSO was not keen on the idea of him quitting. It’s not like Leon had a formal contract with them because blackmail isn’t really a matter that concerns itself with legality. “Over my dead body!” he’d say if they told him he’d continue working there, but it wouldn’t be that funny since the death threat had never been redacted per se.

He did his best to keep it away from you, but you heard his phone conversation with Hunnigan from down the hall. Before he’d even begun to raise his voice, you awoke to the sound of him pacing his office. Leon carried his worries with him, and you could hear them in every heavy step that made the hardwoods creak wearily beneath him.

“Well guess what? It’s not your fuckin’ decision to make! It’s my life, not yours.”

You couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation, only Leon’s words and his huffing breath in between his sentences.

“No fuck that!” You heard his hands slam onto the wooden desk. “If you really care about me then you’ll let me leave.”

You walked down the hall to check on him, but the door was locked, so you knocked. He flung the door open, and he looked furious for about a second until he fully registered that it was you standing in the doorway.

“Hunnigan, hold on,” he said, much quieter, as he put the phone on the table.

“Hey, baby,” he said, leaning down to hug you, “I’m sorry I woke you up. Do you want me to put you back in bed?”

“No, I just wanted to give you a hug to make you feel better.”

His expression softened and his shoulders relaxed at your words.

“Thank you, baby.” He kissed you on the forehead. “Lemme finish this call and I’ll come see you, okay? And I promise I’ll be quieter.”

“Okay.”

You secretly listened in on his conversation for a minute, but you had to press your ear to the door to hear what he was saying because he did actually try to be much quieter. It was funny to hear him talk so professionally after the way he’d spoken to you all cutesy.

“I’m not talking about it anymore today. I’m on vacation,” Leon said before hanging up without a proper ‘goodbye’.

Leon caught you outside when he opened the door.

“Is someone spying?” he asked playfully.

“No, just passing through,” you lied.

“Mhm,” he hummed and shook his head, but your cuteness succeeded in calming him. 

“Can I help you feel better?” you asked, grabbing at the fabric of his pants.

He took your little hands into his and kissed each one before saying, “not right now, sweetheart.”

“Why not?” you pouted.

“I’m going to do a lap around the neighborhood to get some of my adrenaline out and then I’ll come back, take a shower, and spend the rest of the day with you.”

You nodded, accompanying him back to his room so he could change into athletic clothing before leaving for a jog. At least you got to watch him change. Unfortunately, he did not put on a very entertaining strip show. 

You and Leon hadn’t had sex since he’d gotten home. He was perfect in every single way, more perfect than most men would be if their girlfriend got pregnant unexpectedly - he cooked for you, went out at odd hours to pick up food to satisfy any craving you had, gave you a massage any time you mentioned an ache in your body - except for that kind of ache. You wanted to have sex with him so badly, but he was too worried about you and the baby. You kept reassuring him that as long as he was gentle, nothing bad would happen, but he wouldn’t budge. You’d offered to give him a good-morning blowjob once, but he refused to let you put your knees to the wooden floor. You offered to move to the bed, reminding him that he couldn’t hit your cervix from your throat. His dick wasn’t that big. He wouldn’t accept anything sexual from you, and the frustration was boiling over. 

Whatever. Have it your way, Leon. 

He came back a half-hour or so later and headed straight for the shower. You were more than a little bit disappointed that you weren’t invited. No sex? No shower? Bullshit.

He had to want you, right? He was by your side constantly so you knew he wasn’t getting his rocks off with some other woman, and you hadn’t caught him jerking off either. At some point, his patience and determination to protect you at all costs would have to fall to his arousal.

You devised a plan the minute you heard the shower running. Step one: make yourself look sexy. Your options were limited, so you ended up just brushing your hair and putting on some lipgloss you found in your purse. You only had so much time. Step two: get naked. That one was incredibly simple. You threw your clothes across the room, missed the hamper - whoops! - and lied back in Leon’s bed. Step three: start touching yourself. You weren’t going to make yourself come, but you needed Leon to find you like this, and see how desperate you were for his help.

Seeing Leon with a towel wrapped around his waist, emerge from the bathroom, reminded you of that one lovely afternoon while he was gone. He smiled at you on his way to the closet to get dressed, but did a double-take and quickly backtracked once he realized what he’d walked into.

“Wow,” he said, utterly speechless at the sight of you.

Leon dropped his towel on the floor, not bothering with the hamper, and approached you on the bed.

“I wanna see you,” he said, urging you to open your legs.

Since you’d gotten pregnant, it became progressively more difficult to shave your downstairs area for a multitude of reasons - you were fatigued, and it was exhausting to stand up in the shower and bend yourself into a pretzel to get the razor at the right angle. Then, you started to get a bit of a bump, and even though it was small, it still hindered your ability to bend over as well and to see past your waist. Though you knew any hair down there was completely clean, you felt insecure knowing that you were getting close to a full 70’s-style bush. 

When Leon tried to take your hands away from their resting place, you resisted.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I don’t want you to see it.”

You hadn’t thought this part through. Generally, when you imagined having sex with Leon, you were thinking about his body, more than your own. He was too damn enticing. Unfortunately, if you wanted him to touch you, you’d have to show him the goods.

“Why not?” he asked.

“I haven’t shaved.”

“Okay? And?”

“It’s ugly.”

“I can assure you that you’re wrong.”

“Mm-mm.”

“Fine. Then I guess you’ll just have to finish yourself off here by yourself, won’t you?”

“Leon, wait!”

He turned on his heels and smirked at you.

“It’s just - you already don’t want to fuck me because of the pregnancy and once you see me like this, you’ll probably never wanna fuck me, ever again.”

You knew you were being overdramatic, but you needed to know that he really wanted you. You needed so badly to be needed, especially when Leon was so insistent on being your caretaker.

“First of all, I absolutely want to have sex with you. I just can’t let you get hurt. Second, you clearly don’t know how much I love you, so why don’t you allow me to show you?”

You removed your hands and his smile widened when he finally got a peek. He took the initiative to spread your legs and he didn’t even bother to kiss you on the mouth before he was making his way down to your cunt. You stopped him.

“You gonna let me have a taste of you or not?” he asked, and you sensed a genuine irritation in his voice. 

“But I haven’t shaved.” 

“And I don’t mind one bit.”

Realistically, you knew that meant it - Leon was the type of man to live and die for pussy - but why not fish for a little more flattery? 

“What if you get hair in your mouth?”

“I’ll keep going, happily.”

His mouth hovered just above your clit and he said, “Because this is mine.”

You’d heard of women getting more sensitive during pregnancy, but you didn’t expect it to be anything significant. You were so wrong. Leon’s mouth felt fantastic, like he was touching brand new nerve-endings. Every flick of his tongue had you moaning out his name and tugging at his hair. The moment his lips began to suck on your clit, you came. 

You’d never finished that quickly before. Leon was surprised too, but you wouldn’t have known that because you were off somewhere in oblivion, your consciousness ascended to a higher plane of existence. If only scientists could bottle an orgasm and sell it.  

After you returned to Earth, Leon was sitting back on his knees, still gazing at you with a smile. You could see the mischief lingering in his eyes.

“What are you thinking about?” you asked.

“What if we tried something new?” he asked.

“I’m listening…”

You noticed his eyes locking in on your breasts, and you had an idea of what he wanted.

“I wish there was a less vulgar word for it, but-”

“You want to titty-fuck me?”

“Can I?”

You couldn’t resist his baby blue eyes when he peeled them away from your breasts to plead you.

“Please,” he begged.

“Okay. Tell me what I need to do.”

It only took one look at Leon’s messy hair and puffy lips to convince you to do whatever he wanted. He deserved it all. 

But, he hesitated.

“Have you done it before?” he asked.

“No, but I’ve always wanted to.”

“I assume you’ve fantasized enough to know how it works then?”

His cheeks flushed and he nodded. You couldn’t help but think he looked cute when he was all embarrassed like this, even more so when you looked down and saw precum dripping from his tip.

Leon positioned himself so that his knees were on both sides of your torso. When your little hand wrapped around his dick, it twitched and you struggled not to giggle.

“Don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m not laughing at you. I think it’s cute.”

He pressed your tits together, and admired them for a moment, practically salivating over the sight. He scrunched up his face in contemplation before leaning over to the bedside table and grabbing a bottle of lube, which he rubbed over your tits.

“All I need you to do is keep them pushed together. Can you handle that?”

You smiled and did as he asked, earning a, “good girl” from him. He leaned over you and grabbed onto the headboard while he held his dick with the other. The sight made you wet. Unfair, you thought. You couldn’t touch yourself in this position. When you watched his cock glide between your tits, you understood his fixation.

“They’re so perfect,” he said in a sultry voice, “Can’t believe how big they’ve gotten.”

You were a bit insecure initially about how much they’d grown over the course of your pregnancy, and it was frustrating to have to buy new bras. Every shirt that was even moderately low-cut looked much more provocative now, so nothing seemed appropriate to wear out and about during your day-to-day. But now, knowing how much Leon liked it, you felt a lot better about your new cup size.

You didn’t feel embarrassed about coming so fast when you saw the way Leon was already throbbing and you’d just barely started. Well, you weren’t doing much of anything; Leon was the one thrusting rather erratically between your oiled-up tits. 

He began to babble as he got closer to the edge, “makes me wanna get you pregnant again, gonna give you so many babies, ah, fuck -” 

You leaned your head down and licked the head. It was just the tip of your tongue, but it made Leon’s eyes roll back. With a spew of curses, he came in thick white ropes all over your chest, your chin, even managed to get a bit on your face. It was actually quite impressive if you looked at it from a more analytical standpoint. But mostly it was just sexy, as were most things that Leon did. 

His eyes were wide when he saw your cum-covered self before he collapsed beside you. If you didn’t know any better you would’ve thought he’d fainted by the way he let himself fall down onto the bed.

With his eyes closed, he said, “Gimme a sec to catch my breath and I’ll clean you up”.

“It seems like you enjoyed yourself.”

“I think that might’ve been the best moment of my life.”

You laughed, “Really?”

“No, I think the first time you told me you loved me was the best, but this is up there.”

“Aw. You’re corny and horny,” you teased, leaning over and kissing him on the nose.

“I think you showing me the ultrasound was one of the best too.”

“You have no idea how happy that makes me. I was so worried you’d leave me or at least be upset.”

“Besides you, I think this little one is already my favorite person, and we haven’t even met yet.”

He gave you a kiss on the belly and whispered, “daddy loves you.”

“What about me?”

“Daddy loves you, too,” he said and gave you a kiss on the forehead.

At your 16 week appointment you were able to find out the sex of the baby. This was not your first time at this office, but somehow there was always one more thing you had to sign or one more card they had to swipe, so you were up at the counter talking to the receptionist while Leon took a seat in the waiting room. 

Another woman, who was much further along than you were, was sitting next to him, trying to reach her purse that was next to her chair, but she was struggling to bend over. Leon noticed and offered to help.

“Excuse me, ma’am, I can get it, if you’d like.”

“Thank you,” she said as he handed her the bag, “I assume you’re here with someone else?”

“Yes, it’s her 16 week appointment.” Leon gestured to you with his head to indicate who you were.

“Aw, that’s awesome. Is that your daughter?”

“Well, we don’t know the gender yet. We should find out today, hopefully, but yeah, son or daughter.”

“ Oh . Okay.” The woman looked mortified, realizing her mistake, though Leon hadn’t noticed what she’d meant yet. 

“Did I say something wrong?” He asked. 

“No, I misunderstood. I didn’t realize you were the father of the baby.” 

“Who else would I be?”

“I thought you were her father.”

“ Her father? Do I look that old?”

You walked over with your completed forms and sat next to Leon, smiling politely at the woman sitting next to him. You had no idea about their interaction until Leon told you later. You assured him that he did not look old enough to be your father.  

You’d met the staff before, but Leon hadn’t yet, so when they called your name and Leon got up with you, the nurse looked confused to see such a young-looking woman with a man in his 40s, but she didn’t say anything about it. 

You were given an ultrasound, but this time Leon was the one holding your hand as you looked at the monitor. 

“Whoa, is that the baby?” you pointed at a little blob on the screen. 

“Yep,” the ultrasound tech confirmed, “That’s the little one.”

“Do we get to know the gender today?” you asked excitedly.

Leon gave your hand a gentle squeeze when he saw your happy face.

“Mm-hmm. I’ll go get the doctor and have her tell you.”

The nurse left you both alone in the room together for a moment. 

“What do you want it to be?” you asked Leon. 

“I don’t care either way as long as the baby is happy and healthy, then I’m happy.”

“That’s what everyone says.”

“I mean it. How about you? Do you have a preference?”

“No, I just want the baby to be healthy, too.”

The doctor walked in with the results in hand.

“Do either of you have any guesses?”

“I think it’s a girl,” Leon said. 

“I think it’s a boy,” you said. 

“It’s a girl,” the doctor said. 

“Told you so,” Leon said, and you didn’t bother giving him a snarky remark because you were overjoyed imagining your baby girl. You hugged him as you began to tear up.

You didn’t have a gender reveal party like all those ‘perfect’ couples on social media did, but that moment in the doctor’s office, holding Leon’s hand was just as good, if not better. Those other girls, rich, popular, with flashy rings on their fingers and a whole flock of friends and family, would never be as lucky as you. Because you had Leon. You almost pitied them. 

Coming up with baby names was harder than you’d thought it would be. You had a list when you were younger, but that had long since disappeared. They’d probably sound silly to you as an adult anyway. You chose to wait until you knew the gender of the baby in an effort to make things a bit easier, but it didn’t seem to do much for you. You were scrolling through lists of names on the internet, listing them off to Leon while he gave some in return.  

“How about Ava?” you suggested.

“Sounds like Ada,” Leon said.

“Faith?”

“We’re not religious.”

“So, I’m guessing Grace is out of the question, too?”

“Could be a middle name.”

“We need a first name, Leon.”

“Okay. How about Lily?”

“Lily Kennedy? I don’t like the way it rhymes.”

“You’re impossible. ”

“This is an important decision. We’re choosing the name she’ll have for the rest of her life.”

“How about Candice?” 

“No, she’ll get that stupid dick joke her whole life.”

“Dick joke?” “You know, ‘can dis dick fit in your mouth’?”

Leon laughed so hard that he got teary eyed. 

“It’s not that funny!”

“Okay, fine. What about Alexa?”

Before you could reject it, you heard, “ I’m sorry, I didn’t quite get that, ” coming from the kitchen. You gave Leon a look of amusement.

“Nevermind,” he said.

“ Okay ,” the robotic female voice responded.

“I’m not talking to you!” Leon shouted at her, making you laugh. He was such an old man. 

“How about instead of yelling at her, go turn her off,” you suggested.

“Sorry, I’m not very good at turning women off. I tend to turn them on.”

“You’re so stupid.” You playfully smacked him on the arm, pretending not to laugh at his joke.

“God, this is so hard,” you groaned, leaning back into the couch.

“Hey, babe?”

“Do not say ‘you know what else is hard?’” You mocked his voice. 

“I was not going to say that,” he said, but he was a terrible liar. He got this sheepish look on his face whenever he tried.

“Yes, you were.” 

“You’re no fun,” he pouted.

“I’ll be fun if you can be helpful.”

Leon’s phone vibrated in his pocket. It was funny to watch him struggle to operate a smartphone. He’d resisted getting one until his flip phone finally gave out.

After reading the text he’d received, Leon said, “I forgot. I told Hunnigan I’d turn in Matilda.”

“Matilda! What about Matilda?”

“My gun?”

“For a name. Matilda Kennedy? It’s cute right? We could call her

Tilly or Millie or May.”

He thought for a moment.

“I can’t deny that there is something poetic about it, bringing a life into this world and getting rid of the thing that I used to kill people…”

He trailed off, feeling guilty. It was obvious to you that Leon had to kill to survive in life or death scenarios, but the fact had always remained unspoken. 

“I hate thinking about that,” he said, much quieter now. 

“Don’t think of it like that. You didn’t kill people, you killed zombies . To save actual, living people.” You took his chin in your hand and tilted his face towards yours, making him look you in the eye when you reminded him of the most important thing, “You saved yourself.”

You watched a tear drip down his cheek. When you wiped it away, he took your hand and kissed it. 

“Up until you came into my life, I was living for others - for the people I couldn’t save, for the people I might be able to save. I was living because I felt guilty. I was living out of some duty to others, not because I actually wanted to be here.”

You tried not to cry, but you failed miserably when Leon said, “Now, I’m alive because I love you, and I want to be with you.”

You probably would’ve cried regardless, but the hormonal changes of pregnancy made you ugly cry. You were wiping snot on your sleeve, knowing that the whole box of tissues would be gone in a second if you bothered to go and get them. 

Leon kissed your wet cheeks and then leaned down and kissed your belly. “Most of all, I’m excited that I get to live to meet the much cuter Matilda.”

“So that’s what we’re calling her?” You asked excitedly.

“Yeah, I think it’s perfect, since I’ll need a new sidekick to carry around now that the other Matilda is going away.”

“She’s gonna be your sidekick? What if she’s a mommy’s girl?”

“Nah, she’ll be a daddy’s girl.”

“And I wouldn’t blame her if she was, you are a good daddy.”

“Is someone trying to get daddy’s attention?” Leon looked back up at you with a grin. 

You tried to hide your puffy eyes and red nose, but he pulled your hands away from your face.

“Don’t hide your cute face from me,” he said. He captured your mouth in a kiss with his hands gently placed on your sides. He was so gentle with you, spending the rest of the day cuddling with you on the couch, watching movies and talking about little Matilda. Your little girl was already stealing Leon's attention. You were almost jealous, but you imagined him holding her and just the thought was undeniably cute. She could have all of daddy's attention tonight because you'd get Leon tomorrow. 

The next morning you woke up with Leon pressed up against your back. You could feel his cock hard against your ass. He was sleeping, though. Would it be wrong if you just touched him? You decided it was too far to reach your hands into his sweatpants, but figured he wouldn’t be mad if you just placed your hand over the fabric. He gripped your wrist and it startled you, you were horrified, thinking he was pissed at you for touching him, but he held your hand there, brought it closer.

“Leon?” you whispered, unsure if he was awake or not, but he didn’t respond. 

Your tiny wrist was engulfed by his large hand and you couldn’t get out of his grasp, so you played by his rules and touched him the way his sleepy-self wanted you to. You’d barely done anything when you heard a groan escape his lips. Was he really asleep? “Leon?” you said a bit louder now.

“Mmm, yeah, babe?” he mumbled, eyes still closed.

“Are you awake?” He nodded slightly and murmured what sounded like a ‘yes’.

“Do you want me to keep going?”

“Uh-huh,” he said, clearer, eyes fluttering open.

“Then let go of my wrist.”

He let go and allowed his arm to dangle over you lazily, but you pushed him onto his back so you could get a better angle. Maybe Leon’s brain was fuzzy, but his cock was fully alert that morning. He opened his eyes to find your lips wrapped around the tip of his dick. As usual, Leon wouldn’t let you be the caretaker, so he took charge, peeling you off him - earning a hum of disatisfaction from you - and rolling you onto your side, so that he was spooning you again. You assumed he was going to try to cuddle you back to sleep, but much to your delight, his hands found their way to your panties, snatching them from your body and tossing them across the room. You were left in nothing but one of his old t-shirts, and as one might suspect, Leon’s hands traveled up under the fabric in search of your tits - which weren’t hard to find these days. 

He moaned into the back of your neck while he played with them. It was too bad that Leon only had two hands because he had to forego one breast in order to rub your clit. That was a short lived experience because once he realized you were wet enough for him, he had his dick lined up at your entrance. 

“Please,” he mumbled, as if there was a chance in hell you’d say no.

“Please,” you echoed. 

Leon tried to be gentle, you could tell he was really trying, but god it was hard - he was hard. Which was surprising considering the impressive facial he’d given you the day before. It probably made him more aroused, now that he had an accurate picture in his mind of his cock between your tits. He’d never get over it. Leon was a good man, but he was still a man. 

Leon’s hands were groping your tits again as he fucked you from behind, meaning that you had to do yourself the favor of playing with your clit. It was a small price to pay, and in fact, it was hot to see Leon act so unabashedly selfish that morning. His composure was spent on not knocking too hard at your cervix, so he’d given up on trying to hold back any of his moans. He was usually such a talker during sex, it didn't matter whether it was praise or something naughty, he said more words during sex sometimes than he did at the dinner table. But that morning, few words slipped past his lips, only moans, angelic and lewd all at once. 

“ I love you ,” he said when he came because he was a perv and a sap. 

You’d said something closer to ‘ Oh fuck, daddy! ’, which you hoped relayed the same message. 

You made sure to tell him later, seconds before falling back asleep, “by the way, I love you, too.”

“I know, but I love you more.”

You wanted to argue, but you silently agreed to a truce when your sleepy minds decided to get an extra hour or two of shut eye. You’d gotten a full night's rest, but it was Leon’s vacation, and the DSO was going to have to snatch him out of your arms if they wanted him that badly. 

Because Leon S. Kennedy was yours. 

[jarofstyles]

Can we have some subrry with an oral fixation please? Even a tiny blurb 🩷 I’m on my knees

HELL YEAH I CAN

I haven’t done subrry in a bit so lemme do that

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Warnings- sub!H, mommy kink, messy H, he’s a lil nasty tbh, slight degrading 😈

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“Please. Please let me have it, I promise I’ll make it good.” His voice was strained as Y/N kneeled above his face. It was a beautiful sight, seeing the man near tears as he begged for her to sit on his face.

“I know you will, pet. You always do such a good job for me. But you gave me a little bit of back talk earlier, didn’t you?” She crooned, cupping his cheek as she looked over him. “Not so nice t’me because you’re greedy. Aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I just- I promise, I didn’t mean it.” He whimpered, hands smoothing over her thighs, leaning his face to kiss her palm. “Never want to upset you. I jus’ missed you so much, and I wanted to taste you so bad. Wasn’t hungry for anything but you.” It had been particularly bratty of him to push the food away that she had made, but anyone who had tasted Y/N knew that he couldn’t be blamed for it.

It was always something she found to be incredible. How deceiving appearances could really be. The larger man faltering at the moment her eyes narrowed or falling to pieces when her hand tightened on the back of his neck, or digging her nails in his skin and making his knees weak. To anyone else who saw them, the assumption would be that he was the man in charge. He was the Dom type, with his tattoos and tall stature. His cocky little smirk and overly confident words, the swagger he had when he walked into the room- his energy owned people the minute they met him. Little did they know that behind the curtains, his eyes glazed over with tears as he plead his case. Desperation clinging to his tone as he begged for her to sit on his face, to taste what he’s been missing. The handsome, charming man with a larger than life aura was a whimpery little sub when his back hit the mattress- or his knees hit the floor.

“But you need to eat before we play, because I need you to have your strength. How else are you gonna be able to take 3 orgasms, huh?” She cooed, the condescending tone going right to his cock, the twitch of it making her pout. “I brought the pretty strap with me, but I dunno if you really deserve it.”

“No!” He cried. “I do, I deserve it, I swear. Mommy, please.” Tears bubbled in those pretty eyes, fear coating his features at the idea of his pleasure being taken away. At the same time, his cock was drooling with precum, making a stringy mess of his belly at the concept. A lot of those things contradicted one another, and yet Y/N found a way to hang it both in the balance. He loved his pleasure, but he loved pain. Being edged was his favorite thing, he thinks, and the girl on top of him did it better than anyone he had ever met.

“Prove it.” She sighed. “Get to work and make me cum, and then I’ll consider if you deserve to get fucked.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He bleated, pulling her back down onto his face with little hesitation. There was no fear about how messy his face would be, his eager tongue splitting her slit and lapping over her entrance with a broken moan. The heady taste, the way her hands tightened in his hair, he knew this was where he belonged.

He’d always enjoyed eating pussy, but Y/N’s in particular had unleashed a whole new beast in him. A desperate, messy, needy beast that didn’t mind getting sloppy with it when he got the chance to taste her. No semblance of hiding the whimpery moans he let out at the taste of her coating his tongue, hands wrapping around her thighs and pulling her down firmly so he could feel the weight of her on his face. This was what grounded him, being lost in her drippy cunt.

“Careful, Puppy.” She whispered, holding onto the headboard with one hand while the other kept purchase in his hair. “Know you’re a bit of a slut but we can’t have you suffocating. Or would you like that?” The cadence changed, a slow roll of her hips making her swollen pearl brush against the tip of her nose and his tongue slip into her entrance, making her sigh with pleasure.

“Suffocate me. Use me. I’m yours, Mommy. Use my mouth.” The words were muffled as he spoke against her cunt, the wet sounds of his mouth filling the room. It was deprived, nasty even, but it only served to get his cock harder. The tip was swollen and dribbling and he knew it had to be twitching up a storm on his stomach, but his focus was trying to make her cum. Yes, his balls were full and his ass was plugged, making him even more sensitive than he would have been, but she would take care of him.

Or she wouldn’t, and he’d be made to wait another day to cum.

“That’s right, sweet baby. You’re mine to use and to fuck. God, you’ve got such a nice mouth.” She moaned, eyes fluttering shut as she rutted over his face until his mouth caught her clit. “Suck on that, pretty boy. Suck on that clit, show me how desperate for it you really are.”

He tried to respond but it came out as a garbled moan, fingers digging into her ass as he shook his head back and forth a few times before suckling her clit right into his mouth. There was no hint of his shy demeanor from before, moaning like a little bitch as he helped her rock on his face. “Oh- oh, there you go, Puppy. Keep that up. Such a fuckin’ whore.” Y/N laughed, tugging harshly on his hair to get him closer. It would cut off the air for a moment, but it only made him more aroused. “Go on and make me cum, Puppy, or you aren’t getting that perky little ass fucked.”

[toastedkiwi]

100 Yard Sprint

Summary: you want to play catch on the football field with Travis.

Pairing: Travis Kelce x Pen Pal!Reader

Travis couldn’t help but smile. The letterman is quite big on you. Your small hand is gripping his. You’ve stolen his designer glasses from his game day fit. You’ve got a bounce in your step. He could contribute it to the booze you had up in the suite and just the excitement of being on the field with him to pass a football around.

He took you through the tunnel out to the somewhat bare field. There’s guys cleaning up the sidelines- a reporter and his cameraman wrapping up. A couple various groups of fans still hanging around taking their time.

“Alright, Jerr,” Travis said as the two of you stepped into the end zone. “Here’s the end zone.”

“You gonna throw me the ball?” you asked. “And then I’m gonna do a touchdown?”

“Yes, baby,” he said.

“Shouldn’t Mahomes be throwing it?” you teased.

“I can throw you the ball from ten feet away, Jerry,” he said backing up. “Just get into the spot you want.”

You stood right on the line and got into a defensive position.

“Oh wait, you’ll need my helmet,” he said walking back to you.

Travis carefully took the sunglasses off and you looked right up at him. He wore them instead and placed the football in your hands before crowning you. He took off the baseball cap and wore it himself but backwards. It didn’t fit quite right.

He finally let you dawn his helmet. It’s a bit too big for you but it’s adorable especially with you smiling up at him.

“I’m ready, Coach,” you said.

“Sure you are,” he smiled stepping backwards. “You’re cute, ya know.”

“Cute as a mouse?” you asked.

Travis laughed, “that’s in your name, Jerry!”

He walked back to the ten yard line. You stood at the edge of the end zone. You got into a defensive position.

“2- 42, 28,” Travis called out getting ready to throw the ball. “HIKE!”

He threw you an easy ball. You managed to catch it. You immediately started running away from the end zone behind you.

“INTERCEPTION, BITCH!” you yelled running past him.

“Wha—? Shhhhiiiit,” Travis said spinning around.

You’ve got a full blown sprint going. He started running after you. He couldn’t believe how fast you’re going. The determination you have is unmatched.

Travis watched as you got to the end zone and launched that football against the turf. You then celebrated with one of his own touchdown celebration dances. He laughed. He ran up to you, wrapped his arms around your waist, and lifted you off the ground. He spun you around.

“LETS GO, BABY!” Travis exclaimed.

You laughed clutching the back of his red undershirt.

“Congrats, Pretty Girl, you scored your first touchdown,” he said.

“Do I- Do I get a trophy?” you asked breathing hard.

“I’ll find you one,” he said carefully letting you slide down.

“The Lombardi?” you asked with doe eyes.

“Give me some time. I gotta get the team to the Super Bowl,” Travis said.

“Okay,” you said.

“Let’s go to the locker room,” he said.

“I don’t think I can walk,” you admitted.

“That’s okay,” he said. “Lemme grab you your winning football.”

Travis quickly went off and fetched the ball. He got back to you.

“Piggyback ride?” He asked.

“Please!” you exclaimed.

He crouched down just enough for you to hop on. You clumsily got on. He stood up hooking his arms under your knees. Your arms went around his neck. He started making his way back down the field to the tunnel.

“Your helmet kinda stinks,” you said.

“Well, I did play in it today, Jerry,” he said.

“Gross,” you mumbled.

Travis chuckled. He happily carried you all the way back to the locker room.

Once by his cubby/locker, he let you slide off of his back. You stumbled a bit but he was quick to stabilize you.

“Sit down, Baby,” Travis said softly.

You sat down on the bench and he gave you the football to hold. He took off his helmet for you and placed it on the shelf. He took off his sunglasses, gloves, and the baseball cap. They were placed on the shelf. He carefully fixed your hair.

“You’re hot,” you said.

Travis grinned, “you’re not so bad yourself, Jerr.”

He leaned down and tilted his head. He leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. He felt you smile. One of your hands found his bearded cheek. You’re pulling him closer. He’s lucky that it’s an empty locker room.

“You’re trouble, Y/n, ya know that?” Travis said pulling away.

You gave a dopey smile reminding him that you’re still very much intoxicated.

“I’m gonna take a shower and get changed-,” he told you.

“Can I join you?”

“No, Jerry, I’m not gonna get in trouble because of you,” he said. “You’re gonna sit right here. I’ll be quick.”

“Can I have your phone?” you asked.

“Yeah but don’t be causing trouble,” he said.

You gasped offended. Travis chuckled and found his phone in one of his bags. He unlocked it for you and gave it to you. You, without any hesitations, called his mother while he took off his cleats.

“You little asshole,” Travis said shaking his head.

You giggled.

“Momma, don’t listen to her!” he exclaimed the second he heard his mom say ‘hello.’

“Excuse me?! I’m trying to have a conversation here,” you slurred.

“You’re telling on me to my own mother!” he said.

“I would never!” you lied straight through your teeth.

Donna laughed hearing her son bicker with you. She can’t wait until she sees the two of you getting married. She’ll tell this story at the wedding.

[gutterfuuck]

🌿heyyyy so.. this is probably Kind of out of your comfort zone but could we get some subby mark ? Bats Eyelashes

not at all out of my zone, i will call you leafie anon! if you do not like, as always you can let me know!! just a heads up for future asks/anons: if i am uncomfortable with an ask, i will tell you! but do not be discouraged, i will tell you what i am not comfy with and if you like, you can change. if not, that is fine.

gn!reader (i’m 99% sure), nsfw, mdni, footjob (not really foot fetish), dacryphilia, mark gets nose bleeds when he’s super turned on i don’t make the rules, edging, begging, dick slapping, lmk if anything is missed!!

mark who sits with his knees spread open on the floor below you, his cheek nuzzling against your thigh as you slid your foot up and down his slick cock, precum staining your cotton stockings. he’d be drooling, staring up at you through his eyebrows. “ghgn..-“ he’d wine, your foot pressing down on his crotch before you’d get back to stroking it up and down again, rubbing his leaky cockhead with the heel of your foot.

mark with his eyes covered, vision obscured by a tie that you had found in his closet, his hands bound together with your t-shirt. his toned thighs would flex as you jerked his cock up and down, stopping just as he twitched, “pleasee just lemme cum… y/n, don’t be so meaaan..-“ he’d choke out, your grip loosening when he tried to get more friction by bucking his hips forwards. you’d only tut at him, your hand lightly slapping his dick, mark’s head lolling back with a deep and hearty moan that made you squeeze your thighs together.

mark with his mouth hanging open, eyebrows furrowed and eyes closed tightly, trying not to move inside of you as you had instructed him. you could tell that he was struggling, whenever his eyes would open to peek down at how you swallowed up his cock inside of you his eyes would roll behind his eyelids, “o-oh jesus..” he’d hiss, your small hand wrapping around his strong neck, fingers pressing into either sides of his windpipe. “holy- f-fuckkk..” mark would stutter, almost painting your insides right then and there.

mark who takes you to get your nails done almost every weekend, so he can feel you scratch up his back when he’s fucking into you, balls slapping against your ass rhythmically while mark whispered little “thank you”’s into your ear, tears wetting his eyelashes when he was sure that you had made his back bleed. he was kind of a masochist, you had to be if you were a hero. you’re being beaten up 24/7, you might as well as make the most out of it.

mark gets nosebleeds when his head is in your lap, suckling on your tits as one of your hands strokes through his inky black locks, your other hand milking his cock, taking enjoyment in the way that his whole body twitched and he couldn’t help but bite down on your nipple when you squeezed him around the base firmly, tilting his head and body up so he could kiss your lips. he was so cute like this, looked so fucked out and defeated. just for you.

bonus—!

puppyboy!mark in heat who loses his mind when you let him mount you, your hand tightly gripping his leash that was around his neck, holding your hips and stretching out your tight walls, his mind foggy as he babbled incoherently; “‘m a g-good boy, right..? i’ve been good- p-please lemme cum inside— oh, oh god, haah~ pleaseplease ill do anything, just let me pump you full of my pups..!” and how could you resist him, his drool leaking out of his mouth and wetting the back of your nape, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he panted heavily, messy thrusts becoming messier and messier.

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Uh-Oh, There Was a Monster in My Bed

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Anytime, really

Warnings: Poorly written smut, p in v, hand job, edging, blindfold, choking

Summary: Sometimes, he was your good boy.

A/N: Help! I’ve fallen for subby Daryl and I can’t get up. I’ll check this for errors later. Also, I think I finally managed a drabble!!

*gif is not mine

“It’s okay, you can handle a little more, can’t you?” Your praise was met with a guttural moan, the muscles under your fingertips spasming before you lifted your hand from his thigh. Your palm traveled up the planes of his stomach and chest before slender fingers squeezed his throat. His hips bucked, cock twitching in your grasp. “You’re such a good boy for me.” Each stroke was torturously slow, leaving him almost whimpering and ready to beg for more friction. 

You released his neck and let your fingers crawl up to the blindfold, caressing the part of the cloth that lay over his temple. The idea had initially made him anxious, but Daryl trusted you. You established a safe word, but to his credit, he had not used it. And you had been torturing him for over an hour. 

Your index finger was in his mouth now, pressing on his tongue while you delighted in the sounds he offered at each stroke of your hand. Rising from your knees, you released his tongue and perched your naked cunt on his thigh, grinding against his jeans to seek some relief for yourself. You had only removed his shirt and opened his pants, a decision you were now regretting. Not much you could do with him tied to the chair, though. 

“Y/N.” He groaned, his head falling back, each breath a sharp pant. You answered with a hum, closing your lips around his nipple. “I—I need—”

“Not yet.” 

He bucked again with a whine. Dragging your thumb over his tip to collect the liquid there, you licked your lips when your next strokes sounded wet and sinful. You yourself had nearly had enough and released him, lifting off his thigh. His head dropped forward and angled to the side, listening to your movements. 

You threw a leg over him, sinking onto his length without warning, your velvet heat causing him to twitch. “Don’t you dare.” You warned, giving him no time before both hands roughly grabbed his hair and wrenched back his head. He somehow managed to refrain, breathing harshly through his nose. The pace you set was brutal, bouncing up and down with abandon to chase your own high. 

“Y/N—Y/N, please—” He begged through clenched teeth. He was barely hanging on. 

“Tell me what you want, baby.” Your fingers twisted in his mane, earning a high-pitched keening noise. 

“I need—lemme cum.” 

You offered another hum, swallowing his moan with a rough kiss. “My good boy needs to cum?” One hand fell to his shoulder to help you balance, your thighs beginning to burn. 

“Fuck. Yes, please.”

“I love it when you beg.” Your words whispered against the skin just below his ear, your teeth finding his pulse to nibble on the flesh there. You felt the fire building in the pit of your own stomach, your walls fluttering around him as the familiar tingle began to race out through your veins. “Alright, Daryl. You can cum.” You almost didn’t make it to the last word, your orgrasm crashing over you. Your pace slowed but didn’t cease, coaxing him to the precipice so you could force your eyes open to watch him fall apart. He writhed in the chair, mouth hanging open while his muscles twitched and flexed. Warmth flooded within you, the contractions of your cunt milking the most delicious sounds from him while his seed filled you. 

“That’s my good boy.” You rocked atop him gently, drawing out both of your highs until you were oversensitive. Once you had stilled, you smiled and kissed him delicately, pulling the blindfold away. “Such a good boy.” 

Outside, he was a badass archer, afraid of nothing. 

Inside the walls of your home, he would always be your good boy. 

[strongheartneteyam]

[ credits of the Neteyam pic go to @cinetrix ]

Champagne Problems 

Part 3

Pairing: Neteyam Sully x female!human!reader

CW: reader overthinking way too much, trust issues all around, a bunch of angst, interspecies relationship, sexual tension, sexual content, past relationship trauma, commitment issues, reader feeling unlovable, unprotected sex, cowgirl position, exophilia, size kink, creampie, dominant reader, sub neteyam, use of "good boy", slight degradation kink, sex under rain (don't ask lol), territorial and possessive neteyam, neteyam wants to make reader his mate

Hi, my cute readers <3 I haven't posted an actual full smut in a good while lol Took me some time to write this chapter, ngl, but I kinda like the result. I always fantasized about dominating Neteyam so, today I HAD to finally write my fantasies down lol if y'all like the way I write dominant reader x sub neteyam, I can maybe write more smuts like this in the future. Lemme know what you think in the comments. It always makes me happy to read your words of love and encouragement. I love every single one of you. I don't have much to say now because I'm feeling pretty sad and idk... I just wanted to thank y'all for all the support you give me. You guys are truly precious to me. You'll never know how much. Here's a virtual hug to y'all 🥰

Slightly proofread.

Part 2: I know you're dying to meet me

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I know you wanna slip under my armor

See, everywhere I go I got a million different people trynna hit it

But I'm still alone in my mind

I know you're dying to meet me

But I can just tell you this

Baby, as soon as you meet me

You'll wish that you never did

Alone (Halsey)

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Your heart was beating dangerously fast and you could not speak. Neteyam had a power over you, whether you liked admitting it or not. He had you weak in the knees for him as he kept you imprisoned between his tall, broad body and the big tree behind you.

How was he making you so vulnerable? You hadn't felt like that when it came to guys in so long. You feared what that feeling could mean.

Neteyam knelt on the ground so you could look at him without hurting your neck.

"Sevin tawtute…" (pretty human) "I want you so bad. All of you, syulang…" (flower) "I know you want me too. You came and you're here with me. There's no need to play hard to get anymore." 

Fighting against the rational part of your brain, you let your desire for him take over and moved your hand until it touched his chest, your fingers tracing his mesmerizing stripes that were a shade of blue darker than the rest of his skin.

"That's right, tawtute" Neteyam cooed, his breath faltering, your delicate touch giving him a rush of adrenaline, making him want you even more than he already did "Surrender to me."

You kept your hand on his warm chest and looked up at his face with eyes that were obviously bewitched by him as your mouth hanged slighty open. You could not hide what you felt anymore. Neteyam could tell how much you wanted that too, how much your body was calling for him as much as his body called for yours.

Neteyam looked deep inside your eyes with his big golden ones and grabbed you roughly by the waist, his huge hands squeezing you tight. His gaze never left yours. Neteyam kept your bodies together by holding you firmly against him. You felt like the air in your lungs was slipping away. You got even more breathless when he rubbed his hard cock against your pussy, making you give out a breathy, low moan.

His cock was still covered by his loincloth but you could feel it really well as he pressed it over your entrance. The thin fabric didn't do much to conceal his need. God, was he big…. Big is not even the word for it. And thick too. Your juices were leaving you all sticky between the legs.

It started raining. You had always loved when it rained while you were at the beach back on Earth and it was not different here on Pandora. You loved to go inside the Metkayina sea and feel water all around you, coming from below and above. 

It was cold now. You wanted Neteyam's warmth but didn't wanna ask for it. You were cold and his huge na'vi body would help you get warm.

Maybe it wouldn't be that bad if you gave in to him. You were already there, in front of his hammock. You came to meet him, right? So you might as well give him what he wants. Sex. Isn't that what all guys want? The only thing they want? To fuck you and then leave you alone crying, if you're foolish enough to fall for them? At least that's how it had been for you all your life. You weren't even sure if you still believed somebody could ever fall in love with you. Or fall in love and stay. You didn't know. You were shivering with the cool water falling over your skin, giving you goosebumps and it was hard to think straight.

"You're cold, yawntutsyìp." Neteyam looked worried "Come. Let's lay on my hammock together and I'll keep you warm."

You thought twice before accepting it. But you ended up giving in and letting him take you by the hand and lead you to his huge hammock. You looked at it and realized how humongous it was compared to the hammocks that were made for humans. There were some back in the laboratory. 

When the both of you stopped in front of his hammock, you took a good look at Neteyam's body. It was now even sexier with the drops of rain rolling down his toned chest and abdomen. You watched as the droplets fell through his thick thighs too. You had to admit he was fucking hot and you truly understood why he was so popular with girls. But that could also mean he was full of himself. You didn't know him well, you two had seen each other many times before but only from some distance. Neteyam had never talked to you before that night, even though you had noticed him looking at you many times when you had to go do some scientific researches on his tribe and he was around with his siblings. You never paid that much attention to it, though. You were used to guys looking at you. Not to be cocky or anything but you had been called "pretty" all your life and you knew you were attractive to many guys out there. Neteyam was just one of them, even if he stood out among the other na'vi for his uncommon beauty and you did, yes, feel drawn to him.

You watched Neteyam laying down on his hammock, his thick, fleshy thighs spreading over its surface. The stripes all over his thighs caught your attention again. You didn't understand why but you felt extremely attracted to his stripes. They made him exotic, different from what you're used to, unique… Looking at his beautiful dark blue stripes made you wanna bite his thighs.

You looked at him, still nervous but soon enough you gave in and laid next to him, by his side, your body pressing against his. Neteyam rapidly put his arm around your shoulders and, as his arms were huge compared to the ones of a human, his arm covered all of your torso too. You felt a little less cold now.

"You're so tense, tawtute. Relax, hm? Here, lemme make it better." 

Neteyam took your face inside his huge hand, its warmth spreading all over your cheek as he got his mouth close to yours and softly kissed your lips. He took your lips inside his mouth slowly but eagerly and you felt pleasure creeping in all over your pussy. You finally started relaxing and a moan escaped your lips when his tongue touched yours and massaged it softly, over and over. Neteyam took that as a green flag that meant he could be bolder now.

He started to hike up your light violet dress that was soaked by the rain, exposing your thighs to him. Neteyam ran his hand up and down your left thigh "Hmm, tawtute… You're so fucking perfect. Damn, I can't believe you're here in my arms."

"Neteyam?" You said, out of breath

"Yeah?" His eyes were still fixated on your thighs 

"Can I try something?"

"What do you mean?" Neteyam questioned

"I wanna dominate you, Neteyam. I wanna ride your cock." Your eyes were now seductive as you stared at him, your expression serious but alluring

Neteyam was caught by surprise. He did not expect you to say those words. But it did not mean he didn't like hearing them.

"Ah, baby… That's how I wanna see you. I wanna see you showing me your wild side. Wanna see my tawtute let go of her worries and just enjoy this night with me." a smile full of satisfaction adorned his beautiful full lips

You knew that meant he wanted to be dominated by you. 

As you started taking your dress off, Neteyam's eyes were glued on your body. He wanted to feel every inch of you. He was in love with every single part of your body.

Neteyam watched you slid your panties down your legs and sit on top of him. You started rubbing your soaking wet pussy on his hard cock, still covered by his loincloth, and he whimpered at the friction. You didn't care about your worries anymore. All you wanted was to feel that huge, delicious cock inside of you.

"You're gonna have to take this off for me. I have no idea how to take your loincloth off. Seems complicated to put on." Your fingers grabbed the string of his loincloth and you were smiling and looking at him

He smiled widely, a dirty look on his face "That shouldn't be a problem. Give me a second, syulang."

Neteyam took his loincloth off with ease as he was more than used to putting it on and taking it off every single day. You thought the way he did that was so fucking enticing. Damn, every single thing that alien boy did was attractive in your eyes.

Once his cock was out and it moved back, towards his abdomen, you felt something primal coming over you. You wasted no time. In a second you were already on top of him, taking his big blue cock inside your small hand and burying it inside of you. Neteyam groaned when he felt your gummy, wet walls squeezing his girthy cock.

"Hmmghh…" You couldn't help but moan because of his size

"I know, tawtute… You feel so fucking good too…" He mewled

Neteyam's cock was so big it reached the tip of your womb every time you rode him. It hurt you but it felt so insanely good at the same time. You knew your pussy would feel bruised and used the next morning but you wanted that. You wanted to spend the whole day being reminded of how Neteyam's huge cock had been deep inside of you.

You could not stop grinding on him. You loved knowing he was so desired by so many girls but tonight he was only yours. That made you feel hot since you knew you were pretty enough to not only get his attention but to make him spend all that time back in the party trying to get you. And he did. He got you good.

Neteyam cupped both your breasts and squeezed them gently

"So fucking soft, oeyä tawtute…" (my human) "Just like I thought they would be."

You put your hands over his four finger hands and kept them there while you kept moving your hips, riding him like that cock was all you ever needed in your life. Your eyes were closed, as your chin was up and your mouth hanged open, pleasure driving you crazy.

"You don't know how hot you look riding me like this with the rain falling over your skin, your hair all wet… Eywa… I'll make you mine, tawtute. I won't let you be with anyone else ever again."

Neteyam's territorial side was showing itself, he felt possessive over you just like you were his mate already. And that's exactly what he wanted you to be. Neteyam wanted to make you his forever. He wanted to own your body and your soul, to own all of you.

Neteyam's desire for you drove him wild. You could see his animalistic side taking over him. And you loved it. You fucking loved it so much. It made your pussy clench around his cock.

"Yeah? You like how I ride this big cock, Neteyam? Did any na'vi girl ever ride you as well as I do?" You kept moving your hips and rubbing your pussy on him simultaneously. It gave you an enormous amount of pleasure since you were stimulating your clit at the same time you were feeling his cock inside of you.

"No, tawtute. You're better than any na'vi girl." He cried in pleasure "I only want your ‘ekxin little pussy from now on." (tight) "Only want you."

You grinned, devilish, and put your hand on his large neck "Who's my good boy?"

Neteyam's eyes were closed and his lips were parted as he was completely taken over by the way you were dominating him. Nobody had ever done that before, it was a new territory to him. He was used to dominating all the na'vi girls he had ever had sex with.

"I am. I am your good boy, yawne."

Damn, you got Neteyam calling you "yawne".

You chuckled "Yeah, you are, pretty boy. You're so good for me."

Riding his huge, thick cock felt like fucking Paradise. You were overcome with sheer lust. Neteyam wasn't the only one who was feeling animalistic. Humans were animals just like the na'vi and at that moment you were following your deepest instincts. You felt like a bitch in heat, all for him.

"Oh, oeyä tawtute… I'm gonna cum. Wanna cum inside your pretty, ‘ekxin pussy."

"Then cum for me, my needy, cocky boy. You're so fucking cocky but you're nothing when you're vulnerable like this under me." You laughed lowly, feeling proud of yourself for making such a mess out of that pretty alien boy

Neteyam came hard inside your pussy, a big load of his thick, warm seed painting your inner walls. It felt so good. Having his cum inside your pussy, feeling a little bit of it leaking out of your entrance because of how much he came… Fuck... your pussy started clenching around him again.

You watched as Neteyam breathed heavily under you, his chest quickly going up and down.

You didn't notice when it had happened but the rain had stopped falling.

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